#but then again will is canonically a biter

[lesbian-space-fish]

Will Graham vs Dexter Morgan is my borg cube vs death star

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki likes to bite you. it’s his weird way of showing you affection. whenever he feels like annoying you (because he can’t live for more than ten seconds if he’s not being a nuisance) but he also wants to you to know he cares, he’ll find whatever part of your skin is exposed and just—bite.

you don’t remember when he started doing it but you’ve never stopped him so he hasn’t stopped. he bites your exposed shoulder when hes walking by and your lounging in the living area of the dorms, he grabs your hand and bites at your fingers when you’re alone and he bites at your cheeks and nose when you get mad at him for ‘being mean’ and teasing you. to which he always replies with “you love it.”

“why do you do that ?” you asked randomly after he bit your cheek again while you were watching a movie in his room. he looks down at you and his brows furrow in confusion “ do what ?” he asks.

“ bite me,” you play with the ends of his hair a little, it’s been getting longer and he’ll complain about it soon(the only reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you said it looked good on him) “ why do you that ?” he goes quiet for a moment, gauging to see if you were upset, was it suddenly bothering you ?

he frowns. lips already unconsciously forming into a pout when he speaks “ ya don’t like it when i do ?” he tries to sound self assured, but his question comes out whiny. you smile lightly at him, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “it’s not that, dummy. just wonder why you do it.”

his nose scrunches at the nickname but he pays it no further mind. he huffs out a little breath and looks away from you towards the tv screen, a pink tint grows on his cheeks. having to tell you why he does it suddenly makes him embarrassed.

“jus’ feel like it. f’ya don’t mind when i do it why’re you questioning me about it.” you feel his hand heat up from where he has it pressed against your stomach under your shirt, no doubt getting more and more embarrassed having to explain why he has this weird little habit.

you shrug, sighing and nuzzling into him a little more. you press a light peck to his neck and his hand heating up even more makes you smile “i don’t mind it, just never had anyone bite me before.”

“good” he huffs, suddenly pressing you closer to his side. a sudden rush of protectiveness washing over him “get used to it. m’the only one who’s gonna be doing that from now on, got that ?”

“alright” you giggle. you suddenly get an idea and you look up at him. “you wouldn’t mind it if i bit you, then ?” a teasing smirk appears on your face when he almost cracks his neck when looking down at you, wide eyed and cheeks absolutely set ablaze. he sputters and looks away, unable to keep eye contact as he looks to the screen again.

“knock yourself out.” he tries to sound indifferent but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence and he cranes his neck to the side a bit to give you more access. you don’t mention either. instead you lean closer to him and nip at his neck lightly. his hold on you tightens for a moment before loosening up slightly and he suddenly won’t look at you anymore. not even when you laugh and poke at his cheek, asking him what’s got him so red in the face. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are so laser focused on the tv you fear he might burn a hole through it. he offers you nothing more than a harsh glare and a muttered out “shush.”

[ennawrite]

”Tamlin’s too vanilla and boring, he would never!!” MY SISTER IN CHRIST HE B I T HER IN THE HALLWAY AND WAS DIVING BETWEEN HER THIGHS EVERY THREE PAGES LIKE IT WAS THE LAST SUPPER ‼️‼️

[starryal1na]

─ 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

genre: fluff, sfw

word count: 1.4k

characters: aventurine, sunday, boothill, mr reca, alhaitham, kaveh

notes: those headcanons are coming from my silly little mind so don't take them too seriously (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i tried to write them as canon as possible but it might come off as a bit ooc (especially mr reca since we still don't know much about him...) i personally had lots of fun writing for them since they are my favorites male characters from the games <333

Aventurine 𔘓

kisses you as if it were his last – an emotional kisser – needs to be complimented

If you're at the kissing stage with him, congratulations since he doesn't let just anyone in his life. Let alone sharing such an intimate act. Kissing Aventurine may come across as desperate, dare I say needy. It's a lot since he pours all of his emotions into each press of his lips on yours. You feel everything– his complete devotion to you, his fear of losing you, even his inner battles about whether keeping you in his life is a good idea. Even so, each of his kiss is meaningful. No matter how intense it gets, you cherish the way he allows himself to put his guards down with you.

Since he has low self-esteem, compliment him on how good his lips feel on yours. Whisper sweet words here and there between kisses until his features soften, easing all of his worries. Because he craves validation more than anything, your praise will have his heart melting in no time. Only then will he feel more confident, taking the lead and locking your lips in a passionate heated kiss. He will leave you panting and asking for more <3

Sunday 𔘓

kisses you with the greatest care – your lips are his hyperfixation (he will think about them all day long)

He is kinda shy, not daring initiate a kiss even though he dreams of kissing you over and over again. Ever since your first kiss, Sunday hasn't been able to get enough. He unapologetically stares at your lips when you talk, smile or even eat something, fantasizing about making them swollen from a make out session. All his thoughts shut down as soon as you indulge him, crashing your lips against his. It's like he is on cloud nine, the plush of your lips eager yet delicate.

His lips are soft, the softest you've ever felt. He isn’t particularly fond of tongue kissing so he prefers to give you soft, gentle pecks. However, if he feels confident he will deepen them, his body pressing closer to yours as muffled gasps of delight escapes his mouth. And when he kisses you, it’s as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. He is careful with the way he holds you, as if you might break if he dares to tighten his grip. Speaking of hands, he is always touching you. His personal favorite is keeping one hand on your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone while resting the other on your waist guiding you even closer to him <3

Boothill 𔘓

a biter – and a cheeky kisser – loves to cover your face in kisses only to smother your lips over and over again

He is all for heatedly making out with you. It doesn't matter if you're in public or not, he isn't unshamed at all if it means having his pretty lover panting in his robotic arms. He loves to tease you, especially with his sharp pointy teeth. Whenever you're sitting on his lap, breathlessly following the lead Boothill sets for your make out session, he grazes his sharpened teeth over your bottom lip at some point. It's just enough to hurt a little but he knows deep down you like it this way, so why not take advantage of it ?

Aside from the biting, Boothill also loves teasing you by purposely avoiding your lips. In those moments you wish you had the power to complain, but you're left speechless. He is surprisingly soft as he presses his lips against your forehead, eyelids, cheekbones and then all the way down to your chin and neck. He is taking his time with you, cherishing these quiet moments with you since being a Galaxy Ranger is far from being safe. It's when you're looking at him with eyes full of love, of belonging, that he locks your lips into a tender kiss. But, as cheeky as he is, he pulls away only to press another kiss on your lips, this time with more force. Then another, and another, until it turns into quick breath-stealing kisses. It’s endearing though, how utterly adorable he can be when it comes to you and the way he loves you <3

Mr Reca 𔘓

a perfomative kisser – needs the setting to be perfect in order to kiss you – makes comments about the kisses

As a film director, Reca is an expert at building up a romantic kissing moment— and that applies to his love life as well. Whenever he wants to kiss you, it has to be perfectly executed, to the point where he practically writes the script for your kisses beforehand. It might comes across as superficial, but that’s just how he operates. Otherwise he’d be disappointed in himself. The setting must be romantic enough, so he usually takes you to a breathtaking landscape, a luxurious restaurant or carefully arrange your shared space– dimly lit with candles, with soft, romantic music playing in the background. Every detail must align with his vision of the perfect moment.

Kissing him is perfect. As intented. You don't mind that it was planned since you acknowledge his need to be in control of it. He just wants to be good to you. Plus, he knows how to work you up. Tilting your chin up, he compliments you on how gorgeous you look before closing the gap between your lips. The warmth of his lips is so comforting to you, as is the way he holds you. You can't help but roll your eyes when you hear the enthusiastic "magnificient !" comment he manages to blurt out. The only response he gets is you deepening the kiss, determined to shut him up for good <3

Alhaitham 𔘓

lazy kisser – doesn't kiss a lot but when he does he blows your mind – leaves you breathless and acts like nothing happened

He barely takes the initiative himself, unless you’ve been making out for a long time. Alhaitham's lack of action doesn't come from not enjoying it— it's just that he doesn't really think about it. Most of the time, it's you who come to him asking for a kiss. He never denies you the pleasure of having your pretty lips on his but, like I said, you have to work for it. If you don’t, he simply stands there and give you a chaste kiss.

Other times it's just that Alhaitham likes to tease you, purposely reacting slowly until you grow impatient and take matters into your own hands. Alhaitham patiently waits, curious to see how far you want to go with him. You have piqued his interest and that's all you needed, biting then licking his bottom lip before deepening the kiss. Soon enough, he is the one taking control, moving your lips together as he pulls you on his lap and keeps you as close as possible to him. Because yeah, Alhaitham can be very clingy when he wants to. As soon as you're done, he goes right back to his reading, looking completely unaffected (he is not though, he is internally blushing) <3

Kaveh 𔘓

kisses a lot – steals kisses whenever he has the chance to – unapologetic about the amount of kisses he shares with you (he is just a sweetheart okay)

He is the one who, I believe, would kiss you the most out of the others. He takes initiative a lot. Whenever you cross paths, he stops you just to press his lips on yours. Doing the dishes ? A kiss. Doing errands ? He subtly pulls you into a corner to steal one. Getting ready for the day ? One, two, three...... ten kisses before he finally lets you leave the house. You're not complaining, not when it means seeing him all giddy and flustered afterward. And honestly, it’s not like it leaves you indifferent either. So really, it’s a win-win situation.

The roles are reversed when he is overworking himself on a project. Convincing him to take a well-deserved break is tough, but once he does he is rewarded with the softest kisses in the quiet of his study. He sighs contentedly at the mere brush of your lips, as if you’ve just given him the ability to function properly all over again. His work fades from his mind the moment you leave him with shiny, swollen red lips. And if you sneak into his study every now and then to steal more kisses while he works, he doesn’t complain in the least <3

/!\ don't steal, translate or repost this and claim it as you own /!\

[apollowhoo]

could you pleasee do a gravity falls one shot?

so basically Bill Cipher meets the youngest Pines member but they're like 3-4 years old. And basically Bill doesn't know how to react, he's all confused but also in awe. Make it fluff and i know it's going to be hard to write this as canon Bill Cipher so you can ignore if you want <33

Bill Cipher x Child!Reader (PLATONIC)

The forest surroundcing the Mystery Shack was quiet. Somewhere between dimensions, floating lazily, was Bill Cipher, his single eye half-lidded with boredom. His typical schemes to cause chaos were on hold, and for once, he was simply… existing.

That’s when he heard it—a soft giggle, light as a feather. Bill’s eye snapped open, immediately. There, standing among the wildflowers, was a small figure with messy hair, chubby cheeks, and a bright, curious gaze.

The youngest member of the Pines family.

His eye narrows slightly. A little kid, no older than three or four, was staring right up at him. Her tiny hands gripping a stuffed animal that seemed to be some kind of hybrid between a cat and a duck—perfectly nonsensical, just the way Bill liked things.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bill floated closer, his voice carrying its usual sarcasm. “A little ankle-biter out all alone? Shouldn’t you be with your oh-so-boring family?”

The girl tilted her head, eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of innocence Bill found really weird. She didn't seemed scared. She suddenly reaches out, poking Bill with a tiny finger in pure curiosity.

Bill’s eye widened a little in surprise. Most people who encountered him would either scream, run, or try to strike some ridiculous bargain. But this little human? She just poked him like he was some new toy.

“Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!” Bill exclaimed. He wondered, why wasn’t she afraid? Why wasn’t she running? And why, in all his chaotic glory, did he find this child so… interesting?

The child giggled again, a bubbly sound that seemed to echo in Bill’s mind. She pointed at him with her free hand, her other continuing to clutching her stuffed toy close.

“Triangle!” she declared proudly, their voice high-pitched and filled with wonder.

Bill let out a bark of laughter, genuinely amused. “Oh, you’re a smart one, aren’t you? That’s right, kiddo. I’m a triangle, the best triangle you’ll ever meet. Got any other shapes in that little brain of yours?”

The kid smiled. They started babbling, half-formed words about god know what, pointing excitedly as if expecting Bill to just understand them. The demon was used to others feeling fear, but this… this innocent curiosity was something else.

“Alright, kid, slow down,” Bill said. “You think I can just whip up stars and moons like a party trick? You’re talking to Bill Cipher, not some street magician.”

For the first time in… well, forever, Bill felt utterly out of his element. He could outsmart the smartest, scare the toughest, and twist anyone around his finger, but this kid? She just saw him entertainig.

Bill hovered beside them, his eye following them every move. He had cought a small, harmless ball of light, flickering in and out of existence.

“Yeah, yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, kid,” Bill mumbled, though there was no more venom in his voice.

The girl just grinned, leaning her head against his triangular form as if he were just another friend, not a demon with a penchant for chaos. Bill let her, floating there quietly as the sun dipped lower in the sky.

For once, he wasn’t planning anything. No schemes, no deals, no manipulation. Just a strange, peaceful moment with a little human who saw him not as a threat .

And for reasons Bill couldn’t quite fathom, he didn’t mind it one bit.

[redpulsive]

Sylus Affinity 145 Secret Times: Midnight Feast

18+ Minors DNI | SPOILERS ↑ ↑ ↑

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Writing my thoughts about it while listening to it again for the THIRD TIME! (Insane)

OH BOY this has to be one of the most interesting Secret Times audios for Sylus and I NEED to talk about it. Once again, this includes spoilers so don’t read if you want wait to get it yourself!

I’ll include time stamps for each portion I’m talking about, and if you want to listen to it yourself here’s a YouTube link to an upload of it :•) have fun!

0:54-2:17

I love how right off the bat we get Sylus being his usual loverboy self, literally saying he wants to hear his wifey say she was waiting for him. Even cuter knowing that he finds out MC was, at the very least, thinking about him! Even if she jokingly denies that she had ordered food via room service for the both of them. But oh my god, the line “you better be as bold as you are insatiable today” after all of that is CRAAAZZYYY! The word Insatiable was an immediate clue to where the climax of this Secret Times was going, as it can mean both appetite and desire.

2:21-3:32

MC CANONICALLY WEARING SYLUS’ CLOTHES?? HIS CHUCKLE WHILE SAYING “I’m not trying to mock you” ??? THE WAY HE TEASES HER BY SAYING “do I look like I’m… anticipating something?” AFTER ASKING WHAT HES SUPPOSED TO WEAR BC SHES IN HIS PAJAMAS???? Something is in the goddamn air!!!

4:00-4:09

MC calling Sylus a bad boy and him repeating it questioningly is all I ever needed to hear. His voice actor’s delivery on “You’re calling me a ‘bad boy’ again?” is SO velvety.

4:38-6:20 atp I’m just summarizing what’s happening and throwing my thoughts in there

Sylus literally putting his hand SOMEWHERE on MC’s body under the pajamas (people seem to think it was in her pants) and saying “This here... it’s very warm… oh? This isn’t the fabric? Then what is it? Tell me.” AND SHE FUCKING BITES HIM FOR BEING A TEASE BC HIS HANDS WERE COLD?? I really love how Sylus says “don’t bite” like he’s scolding an animal, it’s so funny how much he’s influenced her because when has she EVER attempted to bite him in the current timeline???? HE’S the biter. And then of course she tries to get back at him and he USES THE PAJAMA SLEEVES TO TIE HER UP!??!?! Then after he says “won’t you be a good little hand warmer now, kitten?” (crazy) she seemingly rips the pajamas by trying to break free? At first I thought he was taking off a ring and putting it down so he could use his fingers on her, but after listening closely it sounds like a button snaps off of the pajamas and lands on a table. This is also supported by Sylus talking about how she’s very strong and the pajamas are too flimsy. He also removes her pants and underwear at some point during this section bc the next part…

6:21-8:30 I GOTTA MOVE ON TO THE FEAST

The way he says he’s hungry and you immediately hear him pulling over a chair/stool?? Or maybe he’s pushing away furniture so he can get into a comfortable position before you hear him START TO INDULGE IN HER KITTY!!!! Just kissing sounds and open mouth noises but COME ON! You know what he’s up to. BUT THEN THEY GET INTERRUPTED BY FOOD SERVICE </3 it’s silly that MC got up to get it and Sylus was like “do you actually plan on opening the door like that?” bc she’s literally in torn pajamas while her pussy is facing the world. He tells her that he’ll get it and to wait for her late night snack, but once she’s done eating it’s his turn to munch. Oh my god. Actually fucking insane. Bro doesn’t even care about the food, he just wants to eat HER SO BAD!!!!!

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[krypticcafe]

Can please get fic where young reader almost gets r-word.. like! What happened to ellie on 'the last of us' like make it into that situation, reader kills the rapist and flees away and runs into the 141 team, and their like in this state of like panic, but they calm them down and they explain what happened they are beyond livid so they just reck hell on the people who was with the man who tried to r-word reader.

(this a platonic relationship between reader and the team)

Me and the Devil

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic 141 x gn!reader

warning(s): no use of y/n, dead dove do not eat, non-explicit attempted r*pe, emotional and physical trauma, sexual physical and mental violence, canon-typical graphic violence, comfort

wordcount: ~3.8k

a/n: i'm not exactly sure what anon meant by young, but for context, reader is probably 20-22, I'm just not comfortable writing this kinda stuff for teen or child reader, I hope you don't mind. also, huge, HUGE emphasis on the warnings. though nothing is explicit and there are no sexual graphic terms, the descriptions and actions alone are still very disturbing and uncomfortable! and the violence is a little uncomfy for those not used to it, too. title is from 'Me and the Devil' - Soap&Skin

synopsis: You can see it. The devil. It laughs, and laughs, and laughs, mocks you for your childish stupidity and naivete. To think the angels would come marching in, that you'd make it out with any semblance of sanity. You can't fight it, you can't even hide from it. All you can do is lie in your grave.

Just hours ago, you were alongside the 141, cleaning up and wiping out an enemy base, a typical Tuesday on a summer afternoon. You should've known things would go downhill with how smoothly it was all going. Even Price commented on it with an air of wariness and suspicion. After all, it was a saying that if the fight starts getting too easy, then it's an ambush. And an ambush it was. You want to tell yourself that it was nothing, easy as pie compared to what you've been through. You wanted to say that it was a success and you turned the tables on your enemies. You wanted to say that it ended within a matter of minutes and that you were on your way back to base with your boys, ready for a night of banter at the pub. You'd join Ghost in watching Soap and Gaz try their hand at poker, taking a shot each time Soap's dogshit luck lost him another couple of euros while Price would pry Roach from having another cocktail and piss himself ('it was one time!' he slurs).

But instead, you're here. Locked in a room, bag over your head, tied to a chair, a stereotypical hostage situation but that didn't make it any less tolerable. Though having a potato sack over your head was nowhere near as embarrassing as the reason why you were captured. You tried your best to hold onto the jeep, honestly, you did. Until some ankle-biter decided to latch onto you and sink his teeth into your flesh, causing your grip to loosen and send you tumbling into the dirt. Your bodies slammed into the ground, kicking up dust and your opponent taking most of the fall damage for you. How thoughtful.

Seething at the audacity he had to chomp on your leg like some feral mutt, you gave him a piece of your mind and made sure he'd never bite another ankle again. His friends caught up the moment you were done. They dragged you back down to the coarse dirt and sand of the earth, making you taste and choke on dust. You looked at the lifeless figure in the sand, briefly wondering if you'd be wishing you were him before a bag was slipped over your head and tied like a collar. It didn't help that the sand on the roof of your mouth combined with your ineffective attempts to ration your breathing made for a burn worse than any hard liquor down your throat. Thrashing and shouting like a madman, you cursed them like some teenager who discovered swearing as they tossed you into the back of a truck, rolling you forth with the heels of their boots. Not your finest moment.

Once you were loaded and the rest of them climbed on, the truck shot forward without slowing down for a second, taking you to your own personal hell for the next few days. Knowing the 141, they were probably at the safehouse, planning their next move to retrieve you. In the time between interrogations and routine attempts to break you, you could imagine Soap and Roach pacing around the room, Ghost brandishing a knife with a dark look in his eyes, and Price looming over a map and pulling up contacts with Gaz at his side. While you hated to burden them with your own mistakes, thinking about them all gnawing their teeth in comical anger at your expense brought you momentary comfort, eliciting a small chuckle.

"Something funny?" Much to your ire, all your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of several people shuffling into the room. You could only expect so much privacy in a place like this. The man who spoke up seemed to carry himself like a leader, considering how he spoke above all others and you could hear him carrying out demands every now and then, checking up on you as if he actually gave a shit. And currently, he was on the top of your "to kill" list, along with every other cunt in this prison.

"What'll it be today, more screaming or more silence? You know, you can only stay quiet for so long." He sighed. Judging by the sound of metal screeching on concrete, he pulled up a front-row seat. With a single yank, you were again temporarily freed of the confines of the bag on your face, glaring at the man with a look of ferocity that seemed as if it were etched on your face permanently. His clothes were disturbingly clean-cut and polished despite the blood he spilled for the past few days. Your blood he spilled. "Come now... you know you'll only make things more difficult. Face it, kid, they're not coming, it's been days."

When you felt gloved fingers touch your jaw you snapped, pulling away like an animal restrained by a leash. Your captor let out a taunting "Oooh", and your skin crawled at how he heckled and laughed like some adolescent boy poking a rabid animal with a stick through its cage. "So it bites."

"Fuck you." You rasped.

"And it talks." The humiliation of their nonchalant attitudes made you seethe, you knew it was a tactic to get under your skin and you just wouldn't have it, turning your head away from the men.

"Uh-uh, eyes on me. How is such a fresh thing like you out fighting wars with men like them?" He hummed, gripping your jaw with a strength that took you by surprise and had you wincing. Even though his hands were gloved, it felt as if he were trying to dig into your skin. With no other choice, you were forced to look into his eyes, the pyres of unimaginable anger burning in yours.

However, it was then that you felt it. Something was off. Something was horribly off about him. The several times he'd come in here to either coax you with gentle words or have his men beat you within an inch of your life, he either had some faux kindness or gleeful malice painted across his face. But this time, his eyes were alight with slimy delight. You hated it, Hated how it made you feel small, cornered, pulling on your leash so that you couldn't be yanked from the one place that made you feel safe. You hated how it didn't feel like he was trying to get under your skin, or sink into your bones but instead your mind as if to violate it. You hated how it seemed like he had something more in mind, something that you couldn't predict like a kick to the ribs or a carefully worded reassurance that you'd be in "good hands". It was the one thing you felt like you had control over, knowing what was next, and now you didn't.

With a wave of his hand, his men all filed out of the room, leaving just him and you alone. One came back with a bowl in their hands and you felt yourself doubt your worries. Were you already beginning to lose it in here? "Hungry?" He smiled, taking the bowl and dismissing the soldier. It looked and smelled like a stew, potatoes, and beef, not scraps of stale bread or lukewarm, half-empty beer cans.

"I asked them to make something special today for you, isn't that nice? I suppose even someone like you has a taste for the finer things in life and wouldn't say yes to leftovers." No answer came but it was to be expected as he mixed the stew with a spoon. Your eyes were trained on his face instead, expecting some kind of strings attached. He entertained that expectation by—to your disgust—spitting into the stew, mixing it more, and bringing up a spoonful to your face. "Consider that the cost of being so picky. Open wide, soldier. Surely you won't make a fuss again, now will you?"

There was a pause, you leaned forward, lips ghosting the tip of the spoon before you roughly shoved his chair away from you with your boot. The bowl fell from his hands onto the ground, pooling between the two of you. He could go to hell with his stupid fucking soup.

He let out a scowl of disapproval, his self-satisfied smirk replaced with disgust and irritation like a parent to their troublemaking child. Fine with you, you didn't need that asshole's approval. He stood, grabbing a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping his hands and the small splatters on his uniform. "Should've known better that the government's pets would act like such animals. I gave you a chance, I tried to make this easy for you." He snarled, tossing his handkerchief aside and grabbing you by the collar, "But no, you just had to be a fucking brat, huh? Fine, be one. I can work with that. Either way, you'll be put in your place soon enough."

Before you could comprehend what he was implying, he slashed the ropes that binded you to your chair with a combat knife and shoved you to the floor, your head throbbing as it hit concrete, along with the rest of your aching muscles. Vision blurred, you sat up and tried to make out what he was doing, falling back when he roughly grabbed your hair and shoved your head back down into the ground. Like an alarm, every single flight or fight response went off in your body and yet you couldn't figure out what he was trying, you just knew that this was something worse and that you were a fool to let your guard down for a single second.

A twisted smile broke across his lips, "You know, you have a very lovely voice. You sing the loveliest songs."

Your brows furrowed, confusion flashing across your face until you let out a yelp of pain when he pressed into your stomach, already bruised from previous matters. He let out a sigh that made you shudder and you felt bile creep up your throat, moving your face to the side in fear that you'd choke on it.

"Eyes. On. Me." He snapped, his voice sounding so much louder than it actually was, his hand twisting your jaw back to look up at him while his fingers proceeded to dig themselves into whatever spots got you hissing and squirming away. That's all it took for your resolve to break, the blaze in your eyes fizzling out and replace with genuine fear and utter shock as you watched him straddle you and stare with a piercing gaze that trapped you. It forced your attention to stay on him, daring you to look anywhere else but him when that was all you could focus on. Him.

You couldn't even scream, paralyzed when you heard the sound of metal clinking against metal and the brushing of fabric, raw horror setting itself alight in your bones at how he loomed over you. At that moment, you swore you could see the devil itself laughing, cackling, mocking you in his eyes.

It was like you were seven again.

Scared, cornered in your room because you swore, you swore and sobbed and cried that you saw it, a monster in your closet. A dark, shadowy figure that'd taunt you merely with its existence and prayed on your downfall, drinking the fat tears you spilled and listening to your high-pitched cries as if they were music, eyes that you couldn't see but they could see you.

Others tried to convince you that it wasn't real, opened the doors, and closed them again, showing that there was nothing but cleanly folded clothes and hung-up jackets lined neatly along a rack. Every time, you'd feel a little more silly about your fears but anxious that they'd come back for more.

At some point, you nearly forgot about the monster altogether. It ceased to exist in your closet, but never your mind.

"Damn it, what now?!"

Pulled back into the present, you heard muffled speech with loud, obtrusive noises and more screaming and cursing from the man above you. He was faced with the still-closed door, talking to a soldier behind it. Instead of trying to catch up with what happened, your mind raced to its defensive instincts. Finding the spoon dropped from earlier, you reached for it with a strained grunt which caught his attention. Yet with a swift grab and thrust of your hand, you jammed the blunt handle of the spoon into his throat and screamed at him, your vocal cords ripping in deliriously satisfying pain.

Barely giving him a second to let out a final gasp for air, you flipped him over underneath you and yanked the spoon out, blood erupting out of the gash. Fire ignited in your veins and you balled your fists, giving him a taste of the rage of a caged beast with nothing left to lose, just the desperation to survive for more. It was a symphony of grotesque crunches of bone and ligament, and you yelled, screamed, and cursed with each impact at him, at the entire organization, at a godless world for making you live through hell. A pitiful yet gruesomely satisfying attempt to reclaim what sanity and control you lost in that room.

Blood and flesh coated your fingers like warm syrup, and you were sure your knuckles were split. Crimson red was a good look on a sterile uniform, you thought to yourself. The sight of your work made you realize it wasn't the devil in his eyes was laughing at you, but rather its reflection from over your shoulder, still gleefully singing and squealing with delight as it watched you indulge in pure, unadulterated wrath. Its tail wrapped around your neck, strangling you with delirium and bloodthirst, guiding you in your ear as you beat an already dead man to a pulp.

Taking a stand, its whispers remained in your ear, praising you and yet you felt sick looking at what was left of what you had done, of what was left of the man's face. His blood pooled around his shoulders, mixing with the stew into an unholy concoction, evidence that was a testimony to your suffering and to your sin. Using his combat knife, you cut through the ropes around your wrists, skin scratched raw and bleeding. Without a second glance, you took his gun and left the room.

To this day, you tell yourself that you crawled out of hell that day.

"Any signs of the hostage?" Gaz shouted over comms, holding off a room of enemies alongside Price.

The moment they had all seen your fingers slip from the jeep and saw you tumble away that afternoon was the moment they knew they wouldn't be coming back to base for a long time. Roach had watched in despair as he was so damn close to grabbing your hand, swearing that had he'd been a little quicker, you wouldn't be here. Soap had yelled for Price to go back but Gaz and Ghost both knew his hand wasn't going to turn that wheel anytime soon. All of them knew. They couldn't turn back, and you wouldn't have wanted them to either, not unless the entire team and mission were to be jeopardized. However, that didn't stop them from doing whatever it takes to get you back safe again.

"Negative." Ghost answered over the line, standing with Soap in a hallway painted with the blood of the opposition, bodies scattered like lifeless bags of flesh with no greater purpose than to rot.

"I have eyes on them, they escaped from captivity. Currently pursuing them!" Roach responded. He'd seen your figure run down a hall at an alarming speed, and when he followed you, he had a glimpse of the room and the spectacle you left behind, "The leader is terminated, too. Jesus, can someone get over here?! They're gunning it for the west exit and I can barely keep up!"

You were in fact, bolting for the exits, panicking the more you got lost and running so fast that you probably could've broken a record on base. Distant gunfire and blasts snapped at your heels like a pack of dogs, reminding you that if you didn't keep running, you'd be dead, you'd be torn apart and beaten just like their leader and fed to the wolves. Boots trampled the ground behind you like drums of death, the yelling of men ringing in your ears, a requiem to the inevitable. Run, just run, it's all you could do in this frenzied state. If you didn't you'd be helpless, you'd be put down like a rabid fucking animal. Run, even if your bones shook from the pain, even if flames licked at your torn muscles, even if it meant dying of exhaustion because anything was better than dying at the hands of those animals.

At last, you found the light of an exit, finally an escape from this asylum. Your heart felt lighter when sunlight kissed your skin only to be weighed down by getting slammed into, grabbed into a relentless hold. You screeched, shrieked, snapped, and sneered while the voices seemed relieved, almost happy at your capture.

"Don't fucking touch me-!" You screamed with animosity, practically frothing at the mouth, "Don't fucking touch me I'll fucking kill you! I'll fucking—"

"Friendly, friendly!"

Still growling under your breath, confusion flickered over your eyes. Why did it sound like... like...

"Captain?"

"You're safe kid," Price panted, as if he'd been running to chase you. He was chasing you. In all your hysteria, you hadn't realized that the group had been running after you for past minute or so, trying to call for you, get you to slow down. The only thing that worked was to just grab to and hopefully knock some sense into you or knock you out. "It's just us, see?"

Your gaze softened, taking in the features of the man before you. Despite the crossfire and fighting, somehow he still had such a kind look on him, puppy eyes that pitied you and kept you grounded. Turning your head, you saw the rest of the men watching you in concern, all tired but overjoyed nonetheless that you were finally back.

You were safe.

It was like a weight finally lifted off your chest, a pile of restrained misery and relief washing over you, and you wept without a thought to pride. Price whispered your name in a way that felt so comfortingly familiar, tucking your head into his shoulder and letting you muffle your sobs into his uniform. It was painful to hear your wails, the relief and the instability shaking off of you in waves. A part of you expected to be scolded, to be teased for messing up so badly with a simple mistake as letting go of the jeep but they didn't.

"You're in good hands,"

"We've got them covered,"

"They can't hurt you anymore, love."

"Do you have any major injuries?" Gaz asked, but you couldn't say a thing, clinging onto Price's jacket and crying like you were four years old and found by your parents after getting lost. Slowly and gently, Price pulled you from him to examine you, and that's when he saw it. It didn't take long for the others to notice as well. Your clothes were torn and belt undone. While no physical harm was visible, knowing what happened was enough to make Price tick.

"Roach, get them to the car and give them some spares ASAP. Everyone else with me, we're cleaning out the place." Everyone else had the same dark look in their eyes, one that sent shivers down your spine but encouraged you once more you were secure now. While Roach escorted you away, you peeked back to see them disappear back into the building. After you changed in the car, you could hear the distant gunfire and screams, shutting your eyes closed tight, making an effort to drown out the thoughts.

"You okay?" Roach frowned. he had apologized to you a dozen times over on your way to the car and explained all that happened after you were taken, which you appreciated him for and insisted it wasn't his fault. But he was sweet and stubborn, bandaging your wounds and telling you he'd make it up by giving you his dessert for the next month, a gesture that made you smile for once in a while.

"Yeah, yeah just... hope they're safe." You breathed, sinking into your seat with the rest of your thoughts. Though you cried once more, quietly this time and on Roach's shoulder. He was cautious not to initiate too much physical contact, holding your hand only when you asked for it.

The building was silent, not a single soul left to be reaped by the 141. They all regrouped around a body that was beaten beyond belief, to the point where the face was unrecognizable. Regardless, they knew who it was.

Gaz broke the silence, "You think they did this?" They all looked at each other, not wanting to imagine what happened to lead to this point.

Ghost nodded, a confirmation of something they already knew but wanted to mutually agree on. "No one else could've made this much of a bloody mess. HQ's going to have a field day with this. Can't say that he didn't have it coming for him, though."

"And well deserved, too." Soap spat. Price continued to look down on the figure on the floor without any thought to it. Not anger, disappointment, or spite, just disregard. Headquarters would be interested to hear what happened, but he could care less about the report. All that mattered was that loose ends were tied.

Minutes later, the men all piled up in the car again, setting for the road back. You woke from your half-asleep state, rubbing your eyes. You were met with a soft smile from Soap, who ruffled your hair. "You alright there, sleepin' beauty?"

Humming in acknowledgment, you nodded and glanced out the window to see the road whizzing by, the building growing smaller and smaller in the distance. Some dingy warehouse. So that was the hellhole you were stuck in for a near week.

"Dinnae think 'bout it too much," He followed your gaze and nudged your boot with his, "When we said they can't hurt ye anymore, we meant it."

"Yeah," You quietly mumbled, leaning back on Roach, who had fallen asleep and leaned on Gaz for support. "Can smell it on you guys."

That got a rumbling laugh out of Soap and even a little headshake from Ghost who sat in the passenger seat. Looking at the rearview mirror, Price was looking right back at you, eyes flickering to the road occasionally, "Get some rest. It'll be a long ride home."

You nodded like a little kid with a mumbled "yessir" and drifted off once more. For the first time in forever, you feel like you can breathe and ground yourself, no punishment, no torture, nothing to haunt in this rare bit of calm. You didn't feel the pain of your sore muscles, you didn't feel that your body was filthy, you didn't feel small and scared, not anymore. Just surrounded by nothing but a familiar feeling of safety and lulled to sleep by the sound of the engine that took you home.

a/n pt.2: had a tough time writing this one but hey, I think I managed! to be honest, though, I'm not super confident about the ending and proofread this while half-asleep, but I'd love to hear some thoughts about it. shoutout to the people who noticed any reoccurring themes.

[blackknight-kai]

Hi! Can I request a reader x Wukong or Destined one nsfw headcanons about the reader admitting they are into rougher things like manhandling, hair tugging andbiting?

Oooo okay! I think these two would differ a bit for sure. I’ll give this my best shot! I think if this was something you were into both of them would be down and fairly into it themselves. This can be seen as “once in a while” or “all the time” depending on your preferences!! I left it Gen Neutral :)

I personally head canon him, (DO/SW), as obviously intelligent and such but that he has some instinctual tendencies too from his animal nature that sometimes come out in moments like these. So expect some growling / chest rumbles. Slipping deeply into instincts on accident that kinda thing. NSFW WARNING MINORS DNI!!

Destined One:

- [ ] Would be hesitant at first mainly because it’s new

- [ ] I feel like (personally) he never gave sex and stuff much importance, his journey being top priority. So anything new added here is exciting but also nerve wracking - he’d only show that with his tail twitching nervously though

- [ ] Definitely into it and has thought about it before. He might have accidentally bitten you in the middle of sex before or almost did.

- [ ] Especially into it when he sees how into it you are. This would again reflect in his tail swishing with interest and his eyes narrowing and heavy breathing.

- [ ] Might need a little reassurance at first and would check in.

- [ ] Very conscious of how much strength he’s using at all times. Hes strong and wouldn’t want to truly hurt you.

- [ ] But, once he’s comfortable? Hes locked in.

- [ ] He’s going to pay attention to you and how you react so he’s going to know exactly how hard you like it. And exactly how much you can take fairly quickly.

- [ ] His instincts might come into play regularly too, wanting to mark you with bites or grazing your skin with his claws.

- [ ] He will leave finger bruises on your hips, thighs, wrists, etc from how tightly he’d hold on especially if he loses himself a bit to his animal nature. His grip on your body sometimes being almost too strong.

- [ ] Hes a biter. Once given the go ahead he’s definitely taking advantage of it because he craves nipping your skin or biting you as he orgasms. Especially if it makes you tighten up on him. He REALLY loves your neck, shoulders, and thighs.

- [ ] If he’s particularly amped up from you teasing him too much he might bite your asscheek so you have to feel it every time you sit down. The corner of his mouth would lift up in just barely a knowing smirk as you shift uncomfortably.

- [ ] Your hair will be pulled so he can have better access to your neck and shoulders for licking and biting.

- [ ] Would definitely grunt and curse under his breath right next to your ear as he nips it, pulling your head back by your hair.

- [ ] Biting would be controlled for the most part, he may accidentally bite too hard if hes too absorbed in his pleasure so he always tries to pay attention. But you probably have at least 1 bite mark that he licks and nips possessively when he can.

- [ ] He WILL manhandle you. There is a quiet dominance to him, if you tease him too much or he’s pent up OR hes got too much adrenaline going from a fight? Expect to be thrown over his shoulder without so much as a warning and taken to somewhere HE deems safe and private enough to have you. Even if that’s HIGH up in a tree.

- [ ] Will put you into whatever position he wants if you dont specify first or tell him you want something specific. Remember he is STRONG and can hold your weight easily.

- [ ] If you let him he will fuck you HARD - again especially if he loses himself to his instincts. His thrusts will be rough and demanding. Expect to orgasm as much as he can make you until he himself is done.

- [ ] Will always check though just before to make sure you’re still okay with the rough treatment, might have a specific look or uses a few words to make sure.

- [ ] He wants to hear you! So he will do what he can to make sure you’re loud for him.

- [ ] So soooo gentle with after care. He’d make sure to caress you softly and help you clean up. His tail would wrap around you comfortingly so you know he’s there as he takes care of you. Would cuddle you and hold you close to him as he gently kisses your skin.

Wukong

- [ ] Alight you asked for it. Literally. Be prepared.

- [ ] He is going to tease you. It that, “oh ho ho, cant get enough of me huh?” Kinda ways - his tail would swish with excitement though betraying his ‘cool’ attitude.

- [ ] Wukong has been around a long time, so he’d have impeccable control in certain situations with his strength and I feel like he’d FIND that control here. He does not want to hurt you. Ever.

- [ ] But.

- [ ] I feel like he would push your buttons. And I dont mean he’d want you to safe word all the time or something. He isnt toxic that way. But he is going to push you to find your limits so he can make it the best for you every time.

- [ ] At first he’d probably be a bit light on you, over time gaining more confidence in you and himself (which hed never admit that he was nervous about possibly hurting you).

- [ ] He’s gonna coo at you and tease you all fucking night as you guys are going at it though.

- [ ] VOCAL. Does NOT shut the hell up. His mouth is FILTHY.

- [ ] Wukong will know your body and he is going to know it well.

- [ ] Expect your hair to be pulled and your head turned this way and that as he teases you and talks to you.

- [ ] The way you tighten up on him and moan as he pulls on your hair pleases him and hed make sure to experience that often enough.

- [ ] Outside of sex hes gonna pull your hair just to fuck with you (edge you) or make you impatient.

- [ ] He is going to suck, nip, and lick you from your toes to your head.

- [ ] Your nipples are going to be his fav to nip/suck at and pull at with his fangs (not too hard of course)

- [ ] You 100% have a scar from him biting you somewhere on your body that he will touch randomly because no one else but HIM & you knows it’s there.

- [ ] Might bite the back of your neck to keep you in place just before he orgasms even though his hands are keeping you in place as he fucks you so damn hard. His tail would be wild here LOL

- [ ] Your chest and thighs are LITTERED with bites and bruises from him sucking on your skin. If your on your knees/pressed down face first your back doesnt escape his mouth.

- [ ] Your leg also might wear a mark from his tail wrapping around you so tightly.

- [ ] He is careful with his claws - but on the off chance he loses himself to his instincts OR you say its okay, he might dig them in a little too hard and now you have ten little scares on your skin.

- [ ] He is a KING. He is going to move you exactly where he wants you. Don’t forget how strong he is and how much control he has over it.

- [ ] He will contort you as he sees fit as his hips slam into you over and over. Your weight is NOTHING to him.

- [ ] Might listen to your request for a position but he will make you ask for it multiple times or hed take his time and THEN get to what you wanted from him.

- [ ] Outside of sex if you push him too much or tease him too far he’s going to smile wide, fangs on display before carrying you off - dont mistake this though he will make you scream for him and wont give two fucks who hears you. The sight of you though is for his eyes only.

- [ ] Your ass? Hah. It’s going to be bright red with HIS handprints.

- [ ] Later he’s going to brush his tail across your ass as you walk (wobble LOL) just to watch you shudder from being so raw and sensitive.

- [ ] Expect to be done when he says you’re done. He demands your pleasure. It’s not a request. DEMANDS you give him as much as you can. Orgasm city if he can help it and time allows.

- [ ] He will be so good to you after and will make sure to pamper his mate like any king would. In moments like these he’s especially tender and would make sure to rub you down and get you water. He’d lick any wounds he made (and tend to them). Praise you, all that lovely stuff! His tail would brush up and down your skin soothingly and comfortingly.

[wolvertooth]

fandoms always claiming sabretooths into cannibalism, and it could totally be that my brain blocked it out but..i cant remember that being a thing?

i mean, there was a bit of it in a flashback to old man logans timeline-

(Weapon X 2017, issue #16)

but that was after he’d gone COMPLETELY feral

and there was a moment in dead man logan where he(the resurrected version of old man logans sabes, but with different writers so the continuity is obv off) tried it out for a sec while in a town of cannibals-

(Dead Man Logan, issue #8)

and theres been moments where he jokes about it-

(X-Men 1991, issue #37)

and hes definitely…

well…..

a biter.

(Wolverine 2014, issue #7)

but tearing out flesh is different from actually taking the time to eat a guy yknow

again, i could just be blanking on a whole issue where he admits to it. tho, even if its just a single issue, every writers still got differing opinions on him too….

(yes, i remember the bit in sabretooth war. no, i dont consider valid evidence)(imho anyway. only thing i really took from those comics was the canon gay stuff)

(Wolverine 2020, issue #41)

[messymoonmad]

since u wanted to know..*cracks knuckles*

THIS fine fella is adrastos of sparta! a (not out,of course, This is ancient Greece) trans man and chosen warrior of ares, he's in his late twenties. has a joint diesesea, hence the braces on his arms,legs, and not pictured here,a back brace.(it's Ehlers-Danlos. undiagnosed because,again,ancient Greece. and yes he SHOULD be in a wheelchair,but ancient Greece)

he came to the palace on the orders of ares who wanted to make sure athen keeps her word and ody gets a bloodbath going, this makes him a very late arrival. combined with being extremely antisocial and Having to hide his gender (pretty hard in a culture where nudity is so normalized) this means he is very much picked on by the other suitors.not that he doesn't deserve it,he's a rather cold and violent man,who doesn't care for anything that's happening in the palace and just wants to go back to the battlefield. (Telemachus asked him to train together once and he yelled at the kid for crying when he broke his arm)

he's also very insecure about his masculinity and will lash lash out in the weirdest of situations because of it.

some fun facts include:

- he doesn't know how to dance, which ares is very upset about as the god of dancing (seriously,he is,you can look it up if u dont Believe me.)

-he doesn't drink,like every, which is super unusual for a greek.he wants to always be fully battle ready

-may not look like it but loves gossip,will just hang in the back of a room and listen in on people (him and eurymachus would get along so well if he gave him a chance)

-chronic lip biter

-gives argos treats when nobody's looking

and this has been my deranged yap,thank you.(you don't have to respond if it's a lot,i understand lmao)

One thing about me is I hate walls of text cause I'm a slow reader but OH THAT WAS WORTH IT

I love him he is so interesting and fully fleshed out. I love an oc that blends well with the canon. He has interesting flaws and qualities I really like him (do you have any ships involving him?)

[jamiesshelves]

Parts of TSC I can't stop thinking about (after my first read)

Jean having a few minutes before Riko got to him and using it to text Renee a warning. NOT asking her to help him. But warning her. Probably to protect Kevin and Neil more than himself.

Jean viewing himself as a captive with Wymack and Abby

Jean calling Neil Nathaniel until that sudden switch (just like when Neil thought of himself as Nathaniel)

Jean being the same age as Neil, so one of the youngest characters we know

Jean worshipping Thea and her calling him Paris

Jean throwing out Andrew's candy

Jean roasting Aaron for being unimportant even with a murder investigation going on

Renee giving Jean forehead kisses

"Right person, wrong time"

Jean taking Renee's picture and it being the only picture he has

The way the world perceives Riko as a martyr after his death

The way the world brushes aside that he almost killed Neil on live TV

"The only one close enough was andrew"

Jean reaching towards the TV as if he could save Neil and wanting him and Andrew to run

Jeremy being brunette through the events of TFC

The Trojans being okay with their plan for the foxes game because they knew they'd lose to the ravens eventually anyway

Jeremy living at home and having an estranged family situation

Jeremy having a butler he loves and trusts more than his family

BarkBark

Jean's promise to Kevin

Jean calling Kevin a "beautiful boy"

Both Jean and Jeremy trusting Kevin whole heartedly

Kevin giving truths about the nest to Jeremy

Kevin admitting to sticking to Andrew like glue because he didn't know how to be by himself after the nest

The coaches concern as they realize the way raven coaches treated Jean

The rumors about Jean and that Neil never thought of them

Jean being confirmed a bi king and simping over everyone except canon beautiful Neil

Jean probably not simping after Neil because he's the partner that could've been, aka a brother/safe space he never got

Jean not realizing why top surgery scars, and his abuse scars, would be seen differently

Jean not understanding why Trojans can pick their own clothes, food, majors, etc

Andrew letting Neil go to the FBI in California without him because he trusts his runaway to come back

Neil's immediate response to hearing about Greyson is hiring a hitman

Neil sassing the FBI

"I guess Drake wasn't a biter"

Neil telling Jean he can lock his door if it makes him feel safe but he doesn't have to worry anymore

Cat wanting to teach Jean to ride a motorcycle

"Kevin has earned the right to be"

Jean being afraid to ever teach anyone French again

Jeremy hiding from the police

Elodie

"That's putting it mildly." WHAT THE FUCK STUART.

Jean's list.

Jean still texting Renee

The reason the Trojans stay so positive

"I'm not safe with you anymore"

The parallels between Jean and Neil

Jean thinking he never got anything he didn't deserve

Jean only having a carry on bag like Neil

Wymack giving Jean money and his note

The Trojans giving Jean forehead kisses

Jeremy being into Jean but wanting to allow Jean to be able to heal first

Honestly more but this is enough for now lol

[aphantomdweeb]

Which of the Phantom Thieves do you think bites their ice cream?

Oh gosh, this sat in my inbox for an entire month LOLLL SORRY!! this was really fun to answer, so thank you for the cool ask!!! if anybody wants to send me more of these, i'd be honored to answer more!!! Akira: he does NOT bite his ice cream. he would actively be amused at somebody who does Morgana: does he count??? I'm making him count. He would take a few licks, and then bite it, and then get kitty brain freeze, and then go back to licking it after having flown too close to the sun. RIP Mona fly high Ryuji: he totally does. look at that boy. he takes a HUGE chomp out of it. he then complains of brain freeze and his gums hurting but he takes another bite. why? because he's the GOAT (also because he's a tank) Ann: Noooo way. she's savoring that ice cream WAY too much to take a bite unless it's seriously out-of-this-world delicious and she forgets to enjoy the moment and just wants to eat the entire thing right away LOLOL. I see her suddenly realizing her ice cream is melting all over her hand and immediately frantically devouring it though Yusuke: he's also Team Savoring except the dude is probably very particular about making sure none of it melts, licking the ice cream evenly on every side LOL Makoto: I think she has been raised in a No Biting Ice Cream mindset. I think she can be corrupted to the dark side and take a joyful chomp. A true Gateway Drug to Teen Rebellion Futaba: CRUNCHPILLED + RATIO Haru: Not an ice cream biter, but will take HUGE bites out of her cone, much to the detriment of the ice cream inside. Akechi: 50/50. I just know he has some 4D mind chess about this. He won't bite it if he's trying to be polite with anyone around him. Alone (or max Confidant rank, or post-canon), he'll bite it because you and I both know he's a bloodthirsty menace. Sumire: Similar story to Morgana: she gets too bold, takes a bite, deeply regrets it and goes back to licking her yummy ice cream LOL! Though for her I get "teeth hurting" vibes over brain freeze, though from a symbolical level it would be kind of cool (hehe pun unintended) if "Kasumi" was susceptible to brain freezes, so maybe it changes within the third semester. thanks again for the ask :] :D <3

[rileyh20]

Bonjour.

Pls, if you so kindly will, share some of your HCs?

Hello! Since ya didn't specify I will add all the HCs I have at the moment.

(I have not worked on them in a bit cuz of stuff, and I don't have that many yet)

Ponyboy Curtis:

A pyromantic, he loves fire (Until the church shit)

Has a fucking terrifying glare, but only actually glares at people when they wake him up (His poor brothers)

Should not be left alone around a stack of books (He’ll read them all in like two hours)

A really fast reader, but he reads the book over and over again to the point he basically memorizes it

Major third wheel, doesn’t matter if the ship is Jally, or Stevepop, or something else, he’s just a third wheel at heart

Definitely reads the book before he watches the movie 

Sometimes when he wants to write he just can’t, so he does other things instead, but once he’s in the zone, he’ll write for hours without hearing anything around him (He’s just like me fr)

Sarcastic and sassy af sometimes (Because I want him to be, no other reason)

He likes grandma hobbies (You know what I’m talking about, the knitting, sewing kinds of stuff, crafting thingies)

He would be the kind of person who helps you get your locker unstuck when you are either too scared to ask a strong person, or you don’t want your locker beaten into scraps when you could just ask Ponyboy

Cooks sometimes, he ain’t the best, but he isn’t terrible at it (He especially does it if Darry looks like he had a long day)

Sometimes he’s the only person able to stop Sodapop from putting food dye into the food (Especially if Darry is the one cooking)

Sorry y’all, but autistic Ponyboy is what I got for you guys 

Sodapop Curtis:

Gets lots of tips from women (Shares it with Steve sometimes)

Tries to understand why Ponyboy likes books so much, but honestly does not get him crying over them (He’s trying his best guys)

He was a MAJOR biter as a kid, like for no reason, just CHOMP

Has ADHD and absolutely NO ONE can tell me otherwise (Don’t even try)

Genuinely loved Sandy, and was so heartbroken when she broke up with him (Kinda canon?)

Darrel "Darry" Jr. Curtis:

Cries when needs to sign parent approval forms for Ponyboy, but if someone’s close by he tries to hold it in

Has a favorite book, it’s one his father got him before he died

He doesn’t like to read, but sometimes Ponyboy will read the book to him

Has shit eyesight, but refuses to get glasses

Darry doesn’t take care of himself when he gets sick

Darry is a fucking CLINGY person when he’s emotional (Specifically sad or stressed), like you ARE NOT able to get away from that man when he’s like that (Especially Ponyboy)

Doesn’t smoke at all so it doesn’t ruin his body

Stole a shirt from his dad’s closet before he died, it’s still in his clothes but he never wears it or puts it back 

Sometimes Darry sobs into his dad’s shirt after a hard day (The shirt from above)

Impulsive biter, just like if someone sticks their hand or arm in front of his face, he wont think and just chomps on them (Ponyboy and Sodapop try to warn the others, but they don’t listen)

Nothing for Steve Randle yet

Nothing for Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews yet

Dallas "Dally" Winston:

Scared of spiders

He’s also scared of dogs

Johnny Cade:

Definitely says a few dirty jokes 

I feel like he would be the type of person to have a summer job for some reason? (Ponyboy and Dally visit him at work sometimes and it’s chaos)

[boxfullaturtles]

HI so I just binged your entire adagio in green fic. In one sitting. im Normal. You don’t mind if I rant a little, right? I’m a little delirious as of now

I have actually read up to chapter 5-ish about a year ago, but at that time I didn’t have an Ao3 account and I lost it. I remembered it and went on a fichunt until I found it. I’m so glad I found it again because I have been thinking about it for months.

I CANT really describe the emotional damage that has been done, but I can say that I have cried multiple times and was left with a slack jaw for extended periods of time. Yeah I can’t really explain but what I’m getting at is that YOU ARE A PHENOMENAL, AMAZING, OUTSTANDING, BEYOND TALENTED WRITER.

I’m a sucker for medical angst and you delivered. It was more of a missile drop, actually. My heart aches especially with how you so perfectly describe Leo and his frustration that he hides so well. And don’t even get me started on Mikey.

I’m so happy you included leatherhead and alopex, and how canon everything feels. It’s natural, and I could see this happen and I can hear their voices when reading. You’re just that good.

I probably have a TON more I forgot to add. But rest assured I love this fanfiction and it should be canon. It’s canon to me.

This work is such a nail biter that my hands are practically stubs by now. Thanks again.

WWHHAAAAAAA DUUUDDEEE!!!!! THIIS REALLY MADE MY MORNING THANK YOU SO MUCH

im really bad about responding to messages like this i kinda just keyboard smash and flail around ajsdhflk

but seriously THANK YOU!!!! i'm so!!!! that you can hear the character voices means so so much, i worry about characterization a lot ha,,, i'm so!!!!! happy that you are enjoying Adagio!!!!!!

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Zukka hand headcanons

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I've seen hand hadcanons posts quite a bit frequently so I thought I'd try it out.

I'll probably do the rest of the gaang + azula and her girlies cause this was simple and really fun to do.

Explanations for certain details and headcanons + variations ↓

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Sokka

- Thick, kind of pudgy fingers and a wide palm (im not sure if that makes sense)

- I gave him a friendship bracelet, everyone in the gaang has them, I can see aang and katara, maybe suki making them for everyone and acting completely devastated whenever they see someone not wearing it.

- I like the thought of suki and sokka doing eachothers nails and gossiping about random stuff.

- I feel like he would buy a lot of little trinkets especially rings, I think he would own a lot and wear a lot of them sometimes together although they don't really match or go together.

- some random scars from tinkering or training

- An ivory bracelet, I'm pretty sure most Inuit jewellery is made from ivory, it is also kind of a blatant rip off of sokkas canon choker (i saw a tumblr post by @atlaculture mentioning that sokkas choker could just be a braclet hes put around his neck cause in Inuit culture necklaces are typically looser fitting and his choker is idential to traditional Inupiat braclets, maybe he finally grew into it)

- A leather band (this dosent really have any specific headcanons behind it i just thought it felt like something he would wear)

Zuko

-Thin long fingers, maybe slightly knobby

- lightning scars from where he attempted to redirect Azulas lightning during the agni kai

(Slight cw for very brief mention of scars from s/h and abuse in just this line)

-Some scars around the wrist from ozai and some from himself

- Friendship Braclet ™ once again

- A jade bangle, in China jade bangles are said to protect the wearer and bring good luck. More traditionally they're given by mothers or grandmothers but I can see Iroh giving it to him cause I think in atla verse people would wear it for protection from spirits more significantly also because gifting someone a jade bangle can represent deep affection which is why they're mainly gifted by family members or lovers. (I feel like zuko would at first not wear it cause he thinks it will distract him also cause theyre known for being a bitch to put on, but he'd feel quilty not wearing it especially when iroh asks him about it.) It took 4 hours with the help of suki, sokka, ty lee and a bunch of oil but eventually it was around his wrist.

- a chronic nail biter, he'd probably start doing it more after the war when dealing with stressful diplomats and nobles. It's not that noticeable but there's a kind of sheen on his nails from that type of nail polish some people wear that taste really bad to stop them from biting their nails.

- I have a headcanon that after the war zuko found a box of his mums old jewellery which are what the rings are for.

Variations

[ennard-is-near]

do you have any head canons for Michael afton post scoop? Or any head canons for Ennard? Perhaps how they interact with another? Idk maybe just a master list tbh, I’m hungry for more Fnaf Michael content and it’s a desert out here

Oooh do I ever. Anon thank you so much for sending me this ask, it’s gonna be a doozy. I’m going to separate this into a couple sections, “Things I’ve posted before”, “Michael”, “Ennard” and “Interaction”. I’ve also already posted some of my Michael Afton headcanons in a little list here

They call me irrigation the way I’m about to bring water to this desert. Okay? Let’s go.

Things I’ve Posted Before:

Post Scoop, Michael can’t focus his eyes or flick his eyes side to side. That is to say, he’s always looking straight ahead off into the distance. He can’t see things directly in front of him clearly, and has to turn his whole head to look at things to the left and right of him. This is sort of based off a couple things, first being that because I think the black voids in the final 8-bit scene are empty sockets, and the little white dots are just whatever stupid scraps of remnant are in there trying their damndest. They hardly function like real eyes, he can’t even really see that well even if you put aside all the other stuff. The second is a little more meta, but the gameplay, especially in 1, 3 and 6, where you have to be looking at something to know what’s there, also influences this hc a little.

Post-Scoop Michael also cannot talk. Well, he didn’t try that hard to and then gave up, buts he’s positive that he can’t. It’s not like he really needs to or anything, he maybe interacts with a dozen different living people in the forty-something years he was dead, and really what does he have to say to them anyway?

Michael’s kind of a biter. If you startle him he’ll turn around and bite you, and you will catch some weird diseases. His bite mark is super distinct, which leads into my next point:

He’s got really bad teeth. He’s also missing most of his tongue (this took him a couple months to notice, actually) and his lower jaw is not very well attached to the rest of his skull. It’s mostly from when Ennard forced a giant robot thing through his mouth, and a little bit of just general ware over time.

He’s buddies with a guy who works Tuesday nights at a convenience store near his house. Obviously they’re not really friends, but they form a strange bond where they’re sort of comfortable around each other. Michael only buys batteries and cigarettes every week. At first the guy is a little confused as to who this freak who smells so bad and wears gloves and sunglasses on summer nights is, but after a couple months he gets used to him. Obviously Michael never says anything to him, but the guy eventually plays a little game to figure out what his name is and sort of looks forward to seeing him. During FNaF 1, when Michael skips his regular Tuesday visit, the guy is actually pretty worried about him, figures he finally kicked the bucket or whatever. And then he comes in the next week and buys twice as many batteries and doesn’t miss another week until the guy eventually moves away. (Just realized I already said this in the linked post but I spent a long time on this so you can read it twice)

(About Ennard, not Michael) I’m a huge fan of the voice mimic thing. Literally my #1 in the whole series I think. Like just IMAGINE being Michael and you’ve been sent down to this basement to find your sister and what you found isn’t really your sister anymore, but she still is a little bit. And you know she’s trying to kill you and she’s become part of a weird wire monster, but whatever she is now sounds exactly like her. And it’s sitting there telling you things that you always wanted to hear from her, that she knows it was an accident and that she wants to see you again, but it’s not her. Even though a small part of you must wonder how bad it would really be if you just opened the doors… (This is not a headcanon really, I’m just a fan of this)

Ennard, while wearing Michael, was having the time of their life. Sort of poorly skipping and waving at people and trying really hard to mimic his voice (they never actually heard it, so they’re going off what Baby is saying he sounds like) to say hello to people. Everyone is like “Seems like Michael’s gonna kill himself” because that’s what usually happens after someone gets like that, but then he starts rotting and his neighbors realize he has a different issue and don’t care either way. Bc he lives in a suburban neighborhood and this is how they are. Ennard gets mad because people aren’t talking to them anymore.

Michael (New)

He’s so strange. He has a really weird psyche where he’s essentially convinced that he is only alive as some sort of punishment to him and that his only purpose is to kill his father. Despite this, he’s obviously pretty terrible at making progress towards his ultimate goal so he just spends a lot of time just sitting at the kitchen table and staring off into space. Not even doing anything, occasionally hallucinating but that’s about it.

As the years go on and he really starts to lose it, he actually goes outside more and is henseforth spotted more often by people other than his buddy. He doesn’t really want to be around a bunch of people, so it’s not like he’s going to the mall or anything, but it gets to the point where he doesn’t have really the capacity to care at all about anything except whatever he’s journeying outside for (and of course, his ultimate goal of killing William.) This is how Henry ends up figuring out what Michael’s been up to, he hears a rumor about a weird guy who’s been out lately and is like, “ah.”

He doesn’t have that much remnant in him. Like barely any. Honestly, it’s just enough to keep him conscious and stop him from decomposing to the point where he’s mostly goo. It was just whatever may have been on the scooper, which was likely very little as I’m sure William was careful about that, and a bit from Ennard. Sort of pathetic, really.

He can’t feel, smell or taste anything. The latter two don’t bother him at all but the touch thing is sort of annoying. Eventually he gets used to needing to constantly look (his weird eyes make this especially annoying) everywhere to make sure he knows where his limbs are in relation to his body or make sure he doesn’t accidentally kick something, not notice and lose a couple of toes. This is not a problem for anyone else who’s possessing something, but Michael, as mentioned previously, has not that much remnant in him and this is one of the downsides.

I think kids throw rocks at his house and stuff. He’s sort of a local cryptid, and I’d throw rocks at Bigfoot if I got the chance, so it makes sense to me. He doesn’t really care that much, though, so it’s not a super common thing because it’s not very interesting for kids to throw rocks and not get a reaction.

Ennard

For the sake of clarity, I’ll just call Ennard with Baby, “Ennard” and without Baby will be, “Molten Freddy”

I’m a huge fan of Ennard but I have no freaking clue what their deal is. I don’t think that any of the sister location animatronics are properly possessed except for Baby (I don’t think there’s any more dead people other than the 11 or so we hear about) but I think that they have un poco remnant because William Afton was just fuckin around to see what happened. Funtime Freddy has the most remnant, which is why he sort of takes control after Baby leaves. But I actually think that their behavior is from a combination of their remnant from the five kids (which gets into weird horcrux soul splitting stuff don’t think too hard about it), their own not great programming, and some influence from Baby. I don’t think that each individual Funtime is possessed by a new kid, is what I’m getting at.

I think Baby left on her own. I don’t think she got kicked out, I think she just got sick of everyone and dipped. She probably wanted a cooler robot and some more independence or something. I don’t think Ennard would have kicked her out.

Molten Freddy doesn’t gaf about being seen, why would they? They get spotted all the time, but because they do mostly hang out in the sewers (it’s nice down there) it’s not like anyone really believes when they see them. Like that cannot have been a bunch of metal with eyes walking and talking I’m sure that’s just the wind and some trash. So nobody really buys into the idea that there’s anything down there. They’re also sort of a local cryptid, but they’re a much more varied one because nobody knows exactly what they saw.

Molten Freddy did kill a couple people, I think. Not always children, sometimes, but really it was just whatever. They didn’t even do anything after that (they don’t have the proper equipment to do the whole “wearing a guy” thing again) but it’s just their weird remnant and murder-code combo that just drives them to do this. They never kill anyone as Ennard bc Baby is mostly their leader while she’s there and Baby doesn’t have any motive to do that.

Molten Freddy isn’t really as conscious as you’d think. It’s hard to imagine a level of not-conscious because you will always be conscious and doing things or unconscious and not, but Molten Freddy is mostly code and a weird mix of pissed of remnant. It’s not really as thinking and feeling as the rest of the creatures, more just following basic instincts.

Slight diversion but Elizabeth does not feel bad, not even for even one second, about killing Michael. She fucking hates him for a variety of reasons, mostly stemming from him killing Evan and a little bit of William’s propaganda. Also she thinks he’s really stupid and gullible for falling into her trap (it was a clever trap, of course, but he didn’t have to keep coming down there) and sort of convinces herself that it’s his own fault. Basically, she has sort of a “Serves him right,” mindset about the whole thing.

Added on to that, Elizabeth doesn’t think he’s William because genuinely why would she? That’s clearly not William, and I think she’s smart enough to know that her plan would not work on William. She’d say, “I don’t recognize you,” and the plan would fail there because obviously she knows who that is. I’m getting to ramble-y I could make a whole post about their relationship so I’ll stop myself here.

Interaction

I think, during the events of Pizzeria Sim, Michael is more scared of Molten Freddy than of anyone else. For a variety of reasons, but a lot of it comes from how chaotic they seem to be, while every other creature is just one person (a person he knows, so there’s an extra bit of weird familiarity) but Molten Freddy is much more of a creature than anyone else.

Michael was sort of conscious while Ennard was wearing him. Not all the time, but enough where he sometimes knows what’s going on. The thing is, though, he can’t see anything that’s happening and can only really hear the metal clicking noises so it’s not like he has any idea what Ennard is actually doing, just can feel what his body is doing a little bit. I also feel like the bouts of consciousness get longer and frequent as time goes on because the very little remnant in his body sort of starts to assemble itself and try and do its thing. This is very unfortunate for him, but he’s not a real person so whomp whomp.

Ennard knows that Michael is sometimes awake, they can tell, but do not really care actually. Whatever, it’s not their problem. They can sort of tell what he’s thinking, or at least get the gist of it, but it’s horribly incoherent so it’s more annoying than anything else. The knowing what the other is thinking does not go both ways btw, Michael can’t do that.

Nobody except Baby really has any beef with Michael. Sure, they’re attacking him in Pizzeria Simulator, but that’s more their programming and instinct than anything personal. To them, he’s just a guy that they’re going to kill, which is what they’re meant to do, and Baby hates him for some reason, but whatever.

Another thing about Baby, it’s really awkward for Scrap Baby being with Molten Freddy in PS. Molten Freddy doesn’t care at all but Elizabeth feels like she’s just run into her ex from a bad breakup at the store and he’s trying to make small talk.

And finally, Henry is weirded out by all of this and has no clue what’s going on. He doesn’t know what the fuck Molten Freddy is or where it came from, he doesn’t know what happened to Michael, he doesn’t know why everyone seems to have a complex history with each other (Really, everything lines up except any sort of relation or history with the tangle of wires.) He doesn’t care, that’s Michael’s problem. Connection terminated, or whatever.

I’m done

Okay that’s it! Of course I’m going to think of a billion more once I publish this but I think I’ve taken long enough already! Hope this was enough, and don’t disagree with me at all or I’ll cry (/nsrs) Thanks so much for the ask! Have a magical day <3