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It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.
For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!
With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)
The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.
Mutual Pining
Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.
2. Alternate Meetings
There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?
3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink
This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!
4. Canon Fix-It
All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.
5. Hurt/Comfort
Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️🩹
6. Canon Compliant
Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!
7. Beach Divorce
Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!
8. Domestics
Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.
9. Found Family
The real heart of x-men!
10. Time Travel
There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.
11. AU
Love a good AU!
12. There Is Only One Bed
Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?
13. Genosha
By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.
14. Declaration(s) of Love
Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?
15. Jealousy
Need I say more.
16. Reunion
These two have absolutely no chill.
17. Soulmates
Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.
18. The DOFP Aircraft
The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?
19. Gay Mutant Road Trip
You already know.
20. Body Swap
SO fun when people have superpowers.
21. First Kiss
When? How? Who initiated it?
22. The Mansion
Mansion!content is a genre of its own.
23. Conflicting Ideology
Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.
24. Sebastian Shaw
A trope unto himself.
25. Team As Matchmaker
They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?
26. Cooking
Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…
27. Hurt No Comfort
Plenty of scope with these two 🥲
28. Growing Old Together
Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!
29. Making Up
*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe
30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know
Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.
I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁
*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)
If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.
Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!
#revivecherik#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#xmfc#james mcavoy#michael fassbender#x men days of future past#x men#charles x erik#magneto#professor x
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I saw an early screening of the Mean Girls movie last night, so here is a summary of my thoughts, comparing the movie musical to the Broadway musical, which I was lucky enough to see live in 2018!
Changed that I liked:
The usage of social media in the Broadway show made it very clear that it was written by adults who didn’t know much about Gen-Z. It was probably one of the worst parts of the show in my opinion. But Tina Fey must have done her research since 2018, because the way the movie uses TikTok, memes, vlogging, and FaceTime to push the story forward worked VERY well. I think there were some influencer cameos, but it didn’t feel they were included to show how “young and hip” they were, It actually added authenticity.
The diversity within the cast and changing last names to reflect the characters’ backgrounds (Karen Smith ➡️ Karen Shetty, Janis Sarkisian ➡️ Janis 'Imi'ike)
Cutting down “Meet the Plastics.” It’s a very exposition-heavy song and doesn’t need to be super long, even though the full version is quite catchy and fun.
All of the new jokes landed so well, probably because Tina Fey’s writing style is better suited for the screen as opposed to the stage.
This is more of a comparison of the musical vs. the original film, but a big change was The Plastics’ weaponized wokeness (which I talk about here).
The production design for most of the songs was very different. The stage musical has a lot of rock songs, which were changed to a pop sound for the movie. I personally prefer rock musicals, but it was a good way to give the movie a separate identity from its predecessor so it doesn’t risk becoming a carbon copy. It worked on some songs (“Someone Gets Hurt” and “World Burn”) but not on others (“A Cautionary Tale” and “Revenge Party”).
Cutting the joke about Regina’s ass being big. It was a very low-brow joke, which I’m not a fan of, and was just really immature. Thank God that was changed to her falling, which still shows her being embarrassed without her body being the joke.
Explicitly making Janis a lesbian! (It’s only implied in the stage show with “It’s not even true… I only have one butt”) And she goes to prom with a girl while Damien dances with a boy! ALSO THERE’S REJANIS LORE AND IT’S SO HEARTBREAKING I LOVE IT
megan thee stallion just… being there
Miss Norbury and Principal Duvall being a couple and owning a dog together!!!
As a low mezzo, I appreciated whoever decided to lower the key for “I’d Rather Be Me.” I felt very represented 🩷
Having Cady be raised in a single-parent household so it focuses in more on her relationship with her mom. Jenna Fischer was so motherly and sincere and brought a warmth to the movie. Their scene together near the end made me emotional (you’re never too old to ask your parent to stay with you until you fall asleep) (also this is my request to make jenna fischer my mom)
Changes that I didn’t like:
Cutting BOTH of Damian’s solos??? (SHE’S LEAVING!!!!!!!! JUST LIKE MY DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Cutting “More Is Better.” It wasn’t necessarily a memorable song, but it did give both Cady and Aaron more depth, both as separate characters and within their relationship.
While cutting some of the songs helped with pacing, cutting HALF of the score made me forget that it was a musical sometimes, which sucks because I really like musicals!!!
Other stuff:
The movie was marketed horribly. One of my friends didn’t even know it was gonna be a musical because there were no songs in the trailers 💀 (Also, this isn’t just a Mean Girls problem. The Color Purple also didn’t have any songs in the trailer. I didn’t even know Wonka was a musical until I saw it in theaters, so that was a bit of a shock.) If you’re producing a musical movie, maybe your focus groups should be musical fans, because that’s still a HUGE market.
Auliʻi Cravalho’s voice is STUNNING! She and Jaquel Spivey had great chemistry and their friendship felt so genuine!
The opening and ending transitions from the garage were everything to me
The EDITING
Angourie Rice is a great actor and fit Cady perfectly… except for her singing. Out of the entire cast she was easily the weakest in terms of vocals and it was pretty disappointing since she’s the LEAD. I could barely hear her in the new song “What Ifs” because of how quiet and breathy she was. I think it’s a better written song compared to “Roar” though.
Jon Hamm cameo!
Ashley Park cameo!
I cannot stress enough how funny this movie was. I was probably laughing louder than everyone else in the theatre.
I lost my shit during “Meet the Plastics” when Regina unzipped her jacket and Cady was staring at her boobs. She’s just like me fr 🏳️🌈
I know that Regina is a horrible person but I couldn’t find it in me to dislike her in the slightest. She just served too much cunt 😩
Christopher Briney is a good actor, but I don't think he was the right choice for Aaron Samuels. I would hate to ridicule anyone for their looks, but it still plays an important part in casting. Aaron is supposed to be a somewhat naive, wholesome, hot jock (and Regina has high standards, so he better be a fucking model). Briney is definitely a cutie, but gives off “smoldering badboy with a secret sensitive side” energy, which isn’t what Aaron should be.
The fantasy sequences (Stupid With Love, Revenge Party, October 3rd). I LOVE when movie musicals USE the medium to tell stories in a way that they can’t on a stage!!!
THE CHOREO!!! Everyone freezing then shaking in “Someone Get Hurt” AHHHH that entire number was HYPNOTIZING!!!!!!!!!!! My friend told me the choreographer’s name is Kyle Hanagami, so shout out to him. (also reneé rapp was so fucking hot while singing that oh my lord)
I will be calling my pimples “face breasts” from now on (avantika ilysm)
DAMIAN’S FRENCH COVER OF THE ICARLY THEME SONG 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
why was there a 0.5 camera shot of cady during revenge party 💀
“I’d Rather Be Me” was so much fun and I felt so fucking empowered. And the transition from the song to the bus was just *chef’s kiss*
“donut worry i am still your freend” 🥺
Lindsay Lohan cameo!!!!!!!!!
NOT ENOUGH RENEÉ RAPP 😭😭
Overall, the movie was not perfect, but the Broadway show already had plenty of flaws, so it’s understandably how that would affect the adaptation. I still a LOT of fun and would definitely see it again. Go stream Snow Angel by Reneé Rapp. i love women 🥰🥰🥰
#summer says stuff#mean girls#mean girls 2024#mean girls musical#mean girls broadway#tina fey#karen shetty#janis 'imi'ike#regina george#rejanis#megan thee stallion#cady heron#jenna fischer#damien hubbard#aaron samuel’s#Auliʻi Cravalho#jaquel spivey#angourie rice#cadgina#christopher briney#reneé rapp#avantika
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hiiii!!! hope you are doing okayyyy. what about just a classic tua love languages pref?
you’re awesome much love mwah ‼️‼️❤️❤️
oooo okay okay I can do that! ; and tysm 🫶❤️ ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!!
TUA ; love languages
includes ; diego, klaus, five, umbrella ben, viktor, sparrow ben, fei & jayme
warnings ; language
masterlist
DIEGO
receiving words of affirmation is the best to him
he has (and his dad) always beaten down on himself for not being enough
so your reassurance that he is in fact enough and stuff really warms his heart
spending quality time with you is his love language to you
it doesn't matter what you're doing or when or where, as long as he's with you, he's as happy as can be
KLAUS
he loves receiving gifts from you
you always have the perfect gifts somehow
from clothes to little trinkets, you know him so well
his love language to you is physical touch
he loves hand holding, kisses, etc no matter where
hes been touch starved since he was a kid, you can't blame him
FIVE
receiving physical touch makes five genuinley fall for you more
yall got that sweet old people love istg
he loves when you grab his hand when sprinting somewhere or pressing a kiss to his forehead before heading into a fight
giving quality time is his way of repaying you in love
he isn't that much into physical touch (when giving) cause he doesn't really know how
but just spending some quiet time with you or just doing things with you is his way of making it up
UMBRELLA! BEN
giving physical touch is his love language to you
like Klaus, he's been touch starved forever
hes just really sweet when it comes to hand holding and stuff yk
receiving quality time omggggg
he loves just spending time with you
even if you're both doing your own thing, he enjoys your presence
VIKTOR
receiving words of affirmation from you makes him so happy
like the others, he felt useless growing up so knowing you think different warms his heart so dearly
he loves spending quality time with you
like ben, he doesn't care what youre doing or if even together, as long as you're within the same space its considered quality time
like he can be playing violin in the other room while you're crafting and you'll listen to his music and hell listen to you yelping over hot glue getting on your fingers
quality time.
SPARROW! BEN
receiving quality time from you is one of his fav things
like the others, he just likes spending down time with you
giving gifts is his love language to you
hes like the perfect gift giver
he remembers every little detail ab you and all ur interests / likes
kinda crazy but its cute
FEI
she loves receiving acts of service
sometimes her special sight trips her out so she lays in bed / in the bath cause it makes her head hurt like a bitch (hc)
but she really appreciates the things u do for her when shes in pain
giving words of affirmation is like her repayment to you
she loves just reminding you how much she loves you and reminding you how much she appreciates you
JAYME
receiving quality time from u is the best
she just likes hanging with you and doing dumb shit together
giving acts of service is just a habit for a love language for her
she always asks if u need anything / want anything
lowkey it worries u a bit cause... like girl its okay
shes constantly reassuring u its just her way of loving u
#lowkeyrobin#gn reader#gender neutral reader#they/them reader#tua x reader#the umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy x reader#tua preferences#umbrella academy preferences#diego hargreeves x reader#klaus hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#umbrella! ben x reader#sparrow!ben x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#viktor hargreeves x reader#fei hargreeves x reader#jayme hargreeves x reader#love language#love langauges
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Sonic and The Black Knight AU in which Sonic’s from that world, he’s an explorer of some sorts and he does technically live in Camelot with his brother Miles, but he spends most of his time traveling around and getting new stuff for his brother to weld and forge with.
One day while returning to Camelot and looking for minerals or cool rocks he finds a sword in a stone, great! New materials for his brother! he can surely make something better than this old blade or upgrade it.
He takes the sword out effortlessly. The sword can talk. Great(?
He brings the weapon to the town, people start to notice the obvious magical artifact and voice goes around about “the legend being fulfilled”.
Oh, that legend. Yeah, no.
He just wants to show his little brother a cool sword, not become ruler of a whole kingdom thank you very much, it doesn’t matter if he “fulfilled the sacred prophecy”, it’s just a rumor until he decides it isn’t. And he doesn’t want it to not be a rumor.
Rumors travel fast, but he is faster.
The talking sword started doubting if he was worthy of the throne after spending no more than an hour around him, not shutting up about how “you’re already running from your kingdom and you haven’t been crowned yet”. Good. Maybe he could convince the sword to tell the people he would make a terrible king if the disdain in its voice gave anything off.
They arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, his brother’s shop, he shush’s the sword down as his brother runs to hug him, instantly pulling away at the sight of the weapon, his twin tails happily wagging gentle circles behind him as he asks Caliburn (what a name) anything and everything that there is to know as a talking sword. Caliburn just asks him why does Sonic call him “Tails” (nice try of a joke mate).
The very rude sword being perplexed about how someone as “reckless and careless” as him has “such a brilliant child in his care”.
Well, not a pretty mineral or shiny rock, but a talking sword seems interesting enough to make his brother happily ramble almost all night long, taking karma in his name as he wears Caliburn’s ear(?) off as he did with him.
Well, he could tell the kid all about his latest adventure in the morning, right now he could focus on cooking his brother a new dinner dish with spices from his latest travel destiny. A small bedtime story (about the knight’s of the round table by Carliburn’s request) and a few ear scratches later and you got a snuggled sleeping fox kit ready for the night.
The sword stays near them, looking at every move Sonic made, as if analyzing him in confusion. What a rude weapon, he might not be good king material but he’s peak big brother material.
He might not have enough on him to give his brother a bigger workshop or expensive materials, but he will give him everything he has if it means keeping him happy, they may not live in a big castle or have fancy dinners every night, but he swore from the moment he met the fox that he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.
As long as his big bro was around, he would never go hungry again, he would never sleep outside again and no one would hurt him again. He won’t ever feel unloved again.
Sonic might not be able to give him the world, but he’ll give him everything else.
His little brother’s sleeping form slightly trembles in his tiny bed, curling himself in his small blanket, covering his body with his fluffy tails, (sometimes Sonic thinks he’s more “Tails than “Miles”, pun intended). it’s been kinda cold lately, their humble home not making much favors to keep them warm even with the forge still on, but he doesn’t think he’s trembling because of the cold.
It’s okay, he didn’t wanted to sleep in his makeshift bed today anyway, he’s been away from his brother for enough time and he doesn’t mind staying right beside him to fight the little fox’s nightmares away and sharing their warmth for comfort. He nuzzles beside him, the kit instinctively moving to hug him and hide his face on the crook of the hedgehog’s neck, gentle purring and soft humming filling the silence of the night.
The next morning Caliburn greets him loudly “Good morrow, king Sonic”
Hell.
He doesn’t know what could’ve changed Caliburn’s opinion on him from one moment to another, but now thanks to that he has knights kneeling before him, the royal wizard offering him their nation’s secrets, a talking sword lecturing him all day long about “a king’s duty and heart”, and the whole kingdom practically demanding him to rule.
It’s not a very tempting idea to say the least. Organizing diplomacy gatherings, hosting balls and knighting warriors is not really his thing, and hell, the kingdom wants it to be his thing.
He offers the throne to whoever wins a crusade? “the winner must defeat his majesty first”. He tries to put back the sword in the stone? “The sword chose you, my liege, it is your destiny”. He tries to show the high commands how bad of a kind he would be? “His majesty is such a humble king, even in all his might”.
So, so eager to make him king. They tried to drag him to the castle so he could “know his new home”. They offered him to make changes to royalty’s way to make it “enough of his way”. They showed him the perks of having power, “a king does as he pleases”.
But what could he really offer them as a king? He can fight bad guys and make allies for sure, but even if he wanted to, would that be enough?
He kinda regrets not spending enough time around the kingdom before, maybe if he did and the people actually knew him they wouldn’t be so insistent on him of all people being king, talking magical sword be damned.
His brother knows what’s going on, he keeps mostly quiet about it, not wanting to disturb the hedgehog with the subject when he actively is trying to avoid it, his only opinion about it being shown a few nights after his return to their home. He’s tucking the fox in for the night, Caliburn silently watching them from the other side of the room, a sleepy squeaky voice fading with a yawn in a last effort to reassure his big brother while he runs his finger’s trough the fox’s bangs.
“You could give this kingdom anything… you already gave the world to me”
That’s all it takes.
Alright, he’ll be their king, but he will not sit on a fancy chair all day, won’t have a personal army following him around and definitely won’t be educated in “proper royalty manners”, you want him to be the king? The king does as he pleases.
The high council or whatever can take care of the bureaucracy, alliances and all the boring stuff, they’ll have the control over most of the kingdom (just how they like it, right?)
His first decree? Right after his coronation, the only time he actually stays in the throne room longer than five minutes, he actually wears his crown, he’s bearing the sacred sword when he calls his brother to the center of the room “I dub thee Miles “Tails” Prower, the crown prince of Camelot”.
He’s the king now, it’s only logical for his little brother to be the prince, the crown prince, direct heir to the kingdom’s throne.
He’s the prince, and the prince can get whatever the hell he desires, so bring him all the minerals and heavy armory, and show him the secret library! Little bro needs stimulation and there’s only so much he can do with a blacksmith’s mediums. His room? Bigger than the king’s! His food? Get him all the neighbor kingdom’s candy if he asks for it! His education? Give him all the books known in the world, get him all the minerals and bring his workshop inside the castle!
What he had was enough for his little brother before, but it might not be enough for him just yet. Time to give him the world that he already promised him.
Prince Miles does have a nice ring to it.
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sonic and tails#unbreakable bond#they are cosmic truth#they’re brothers your honor#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#Prince Miles AU#theyre brothers your honor#sonic fanfiction#caliburn saw this punk ass mf and said nope#and then saw how he cared about that little baby fox and said yeah that’s the king#and lil tails being so happy because Sonic returned and now he can sleep beside him#and don’t worry the king’s schedule will always have time to read his brother a bedtime story#Sonic just wants to give his brother the world because that’s what he deserves no less#and now he will give him everything#not that Tails needed it#his brother was enough#but the castle and the toms of books are a nice plus#and don’t worry they won’t be cold at night anymore#the nightmares might still make miles tremble but his brother will scare them off
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If I see someone mischaracterize the sbg kids on tumblr ONE MORE TIME. I’ll end it….
NO. AIDEN ISNT PSYCHOTIC AND INSANE. HES NOT IN AN INSANE ASYLYM. ITS HIS COPING MECHANISM.
TYLER ISNT A HORRIBLE, BITCHY, RUDE PERSON. HE’S PROTECTIVE OVER HIMSELF AND TAYLOR BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO GET HURT AGAIN. ITS WHY HE DOESNT OPEN UP FOR SO LONG. OBVIOUSLY IT DOESNT GIVE HIM AN EXCUSE TO BE MEAN SOMETIMES, BUT HE’S NOT GOING TO BE A DICK TO YOU FOR EXISTING!!!!
TAYLOR IS NOT A DUMB BIMBO. SHE HAS FEELINGS. SHE CAN BREAK DOWN. SHES SMART. SHES LITERALLY INTERESTED IN ROBOTICS??!?!? HOW CAN SHE BE DUMB AND DITSY?!?!? SHES NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE IN A SILLY, GOOFY MOOD. AND I SAW PEOPLE GET THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT HER KINDNESS WAS “JUST AN ACT.” WHICH IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN SHOWN BEING KIND MULTIPLE TIMES, EVEN IN STRESSFUL SITUATIONS.
ASHLYN IS NOT A FUCKING BITCH. SHE HAS NOT GROWJ UP AROUND FRIENDS. SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO INTERACT WITH FRIENDS. JUST BECAUSE SHE HAS BREAKDOWNS AND YELLS AT HER FRIENDS SOMETIMES OR GETS ANNOYED/UPSET WITH THEM DOESNT MAKE HER A BITCH!!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. PEOPLE KEEP SAYING SHE DISHES STUFF OUT BUT CANT RECEIVE IT. AND THEY SAY SHES MEAN TO EVERYONE BUT SENSITIVE. RED HAS LITERALLY SAID THAT ASHLYN IS AUTISTIC AND HAS TROUBLE WITH HER EMOTIONS, SHOWING THEM, EXPRESSING THEM, AND RECEIVING THEM. OBVIOUSLY IT DOESNT EXCUSE IT, BUT AGAIN. IT EXPLAINS IT!!!
(coming from an autistic person^^^^)
AND LOGAN ISNT A CRYBABY!!!! HE PROBABLY HAS HAD THE MOST NORMAL REACTION TO BEING STUCK IN A FUCKING ALTERNATE DIMENSION WITH MONSTERS!!! OBVIOUSLY HES SCARED AND GOING TO CRY. PEOPLE BASH ON HIM JUST FOR BEING INSECURE, A CRYBABY, AND ANNOYING. BUT LOOK ME IN THE FACE AND TELL ME WHAT 14 YEAR OLD BOY ISNT ANNOYING IN SOME WAY SHAPE OR FORM??? EVERY SINGLE 14 YEAR OLD BOY IVE MET AND IS ACCURATELY PORTRAYED IN MEDIA IS AT LEAST A TEENSY BIT ANNOYING. AND OBVIOUSLY LOGAN IS GOING TO BE INSECURE ABOUT HIS STUFF HE WAS BULLIED OR IT COULD JUST BE HIM BEING INSECURE BC HES 14!!!!
Thankfully no one really mischaracterizes ben!!! And if people did I would lose it even more!!! 😇😇😇
would say more but yall are prob sick of me bc of this rant but wtv had to get it off my chest 😇😇😇🎀🎀🎀
if i see one person say im overreacting i will go insane
#school bus graveyard#sbg#sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon#sbg aiden#sbg tyler#sbg ashlyn#sbg taylor#sbg ben#sbg logan#sbg mischaracterization#tivan rant#sbg rant#i’m going to kms#stop mischaracterizing them it’s so f’in annoying
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Would you trust ANY Korean studio for hand-drawn animation today? I ask because, when The Powerpuff Girls came back in 2016, I noticed how slow and stiff the Korean animation was. Since then, most Burbank cartoons animated in Korea, namely Cartoon Network shows, have been like that — mostly on 2s & with less inbetweening. Look at any Digital eMation episode of Victor and Valentino or Samurai Jack Season 5; do they animate as loosely and smoothly as Digital eMation episodes of Billy & Mandy do?
Sure I would. It would all depend on the studio and the circumstances. There are good studios and bad studios, and either of those will treat your show differently based on their perception of how valuable it is to their client. In the early 2000s Rough Draft was a top-notch studio. One of the reasons I switched over to eMation from Rough Draft was that I felt like Rough Draft was putting all of its resources into making Samurai Jack look beautiful, and we were still calling retakes on three year old issues. I knew we weren't a priority to Rough Draft, and I knew that stemmed from Cartoon Network's negotiations with them, so my griping was only going to get us so far. It seemed to me that I needed a studio that was smaller and scrappier like we were. We were putting in a lot of work on our end to make cool stuff and it wasn't ending up on the screen, so we needed people who were just as hungry on the back-end, and eMation stepped up.
There's also the fact, though, that animation itself has changed a lot in the last fifteen years. Powerpuff Girls and Samurai Jack's animation always seemed to have an air of "motion comics" to it. And frankly, that's part of what I love about it. It was all a throwback to the old UPA cartoons, which were built on strong, clear poses and made for the cost equivalent of a turkey dinner. Likewise, CN storyboard artists usually had around four weeks to write and draw their boards on paper, so there just wasn't time to take the effort to do anything too complex. It was all about snapping between those 300-ish storyboard drawings and momentarily savoring them for their humor and design mastery. Now we have tons of digital tools that make the basics of animation a lot more accessible to everyone, and have changed the entire studio pipeline. Things just won't look like they used to because nobody makes them that way anymore.
When I've had to choose an overseas animation studio, the network's production arm usually gives me one or three choices and tells me that's all there is. Deals have already been made. (Sometimes they make you pick two to save on costs, which (IMO) usually results in two studios that are less functional than any one of them would have been.) The studios usually have reels, so that gives you a basic idea of what they can do. You can (hopefully) find some other show creators who have worked with the studios and get an honest review. It's an important enough decision that it's worth whatever research you can put into it. Even over good bones, an ill-fitting skin can ruin the mood.
The most important thing to remember, I think, is that it's your job and your crew's job to make animating the show as easy as possible. Really, it's everyone's job to make the next person in line's job as simple as they can. Ideally, there shouldn't be a lot of questions because the materials you sent down the chain are clear.
So... yeah. I'd still trust Korean studios as much as I'd trust any overseas or domestic animation studio. You get out of them what you put into them by feeding them money and your own labor. It's quite possible that the shows you mentioned didn't do enough of either.
I imagine the overseas studios are hurting right now, so who knows what that landscape is even going to look like in a few years.
As with every step of the process making a TV show, you just sort of have to weigh your options and find the path.
Hmm. That got long.
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Wasteland heat (Redone) PT 3
Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader
Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault
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It's been about a day now, following Lucy, glancing at your pip boy now and then to see if you're still on the right track. She shared the coordinates with you in case by some horrid accident you get separated. The night was quiet, Lucy sometimes commenting to herself or asking how you were. You couldn't shake the feeling of needing to go back to Filly back to whoever gave off such a scent that made your whole brain short-circuit. You felt like a fool so caught up in it, of course, the surface would have this effect on you, it had its effects on everyone. You stare at the head a little too long, wrapped up in Lucy's blanket, which is now bloodied. You couldn't believe she actually went through with it, you swore she'd never hurt a fly really, but then again he'd already been dead.
"Get some sleep ok? I'll keep watch" She offers you a smile and you hesitate on sleeping you cock your head and pat the blanket that isn't big enough for the two of you, but she smiles and lays down beside you, half on half off the blanket, same as you.
"Hell of a time up here huh?" She chuckles head turned to you as you look at her.
"Can say that again" You chuckle a smile finally on your face which makes her beam. You sigh relaxing next to her, shoulder to shoulder as you watch the stars. It's surreal, watching the small twinkle of white dots in a dark sky, listening to the wind occasionally pick up, it was almost peaceful if it weren't for all the horrors everywhere.
Morning comes and you set off again a little lighter than yesterday, you're less on edge and feeling a little hopeful as you walk by Lucy through the brush. You come alongside a river, it's pristine and blue, well not pristine, your rad meter goes up to 10 and it makes you sad that such a beautiful thing is tainted.
"It's pretty" You comment and Lucy nods admiring the old worn-down houses in the blue water. You hear a small noise and Lucy places her hand on her gun before you see a small creature by the water, a deer, small and fragile enjoying the greens.
"Woah" You whisper as Lucy grins and you slowly approach with a small amount of grass in your hands. It seems more intent on sniffing you both which makes you laugh softly and gently pet its soft fur. Your moment of bliss is interrupted, something comes from the water and snatches the deer, its cry making you stumble back. It grabs Lucy next who is closest to the water. You stare in horror at whatever mutated being this is and grab onto Lucy. You kick the creature with your boot before Lucy shoots it and it disappears.
What the-" Before you can finish it snatches the head off of Lucy's backpack and swims back into the water.
"No!" You follow Lucy as you chase the thing down the river, her tracker beeping its location, you get to a jetty before you can follow it anymore.
"What?" You mutter unsure of what just happened and how your one chance just got stolen by a mutant. You don't hear him, but you feel him instantly, hand on your neck, gun to your head and a hard warm body near yours, scent filling your nose, alpha.
"Lucy-" Is all you manage as she turns around wide eyed and the gun cocks.
"Sir-" She holds her hands up as you shallowly breathe. He isn't choking you though, he just holds your throat almost gently, but that's the crazy side of your brain talking.
"Hello, again, look, please don't shoot-" She doesn't finish interrupted by him.
"Where is it?" He asks and her eyes glance away nervously and his grip tightens.
"OK! ok I lost it!" She laughs nervously and his grip loosens.
"Sorry sweetheart" You swear you hear ever so quietly before a hard butt of the gun is punched into the back of your forehead. You cry in pain going to your knees as he points the gun to Lucy instead and holds you by your hair. You have tears in your eyes pain flaring where he hit and now holds, your hands flying to his wrist.
"Something's got it!" Lucy yells gesturing to the water and he grunts.
"Gulper got it" He says and you see her frown at the word. You hear a soft whine behind you and try to glance back, you hear the pattering of feet and suddenly the dog is by your side. You feel relief flood you that she didn't die from the man's stab. He hums and lets go of your hair before he's struggling with Lucy and tying her up. The dog by your side licks your face as you try to stand and fail as your world spins. You groan holding the back of your head and feeling wetness you bring your hand back in front of you, redness coating it, you gulp a bit thinking you might be sick.
"Sir, please stop!" You hear Lucy yell and it makes your head pound as you watch her get tied with rope, an anchor attached to her.
"Stop" You barely get out going to stand but his gun points to you.
"Stay there" His voice has this tone and every fibre in your being practically whines and submits to it. You fight an inward battle as he ties Lucy to the winch mechanism. He forces her to submerge, her body just on the surface and all you can do is whimper. He pulls her up and she coughs and gasps for breaths.
"Sir, Torture is wrong!" She yells and he hums.
"You know I read about it once, Torture, in one of them newspaper studies" He lowers her back into the water glancing at you briefly before bringing her back up.
"You're right it is wrong and it doesn't do shit, but I ain't torturing you, you're bait," He says finale and lowers her back in, going to the edge and whistling. The noise feels like electric shots through your brain and you lower your head curling in on yourself, still on your knees. You hate how you can't move, hate the pointed look he gives you when you try too. You see Lucy start thrashing and panic rises in you, something jolts the rope and you see him start to pull her up only for the mechanism to stick.
"Damn it" He mutters and pulls the beam over pulling her and this 'Gulper' out. The dog starts barking and Lucy is yelling while the man stabs the creature. Lucy manages to free herself of the ropes, the Gulper going for her boot instead, you move now finding yourself ignoring the command he gave and grabbing her. You tug her as she whacks the creature over the head with some bags. It winces and returns to the water while you drag Lucy to safety. She pants loudly, hands gripping your shoulders before she gently cradles your head, seeing the blood.
"Mother fucker!" You hear before his gun is cocked to you both again.
"What! I wasn't going to let you use me as bait and get eaten! The golden rule" She yells at the alpha.
"Golden rule?" He questions.
"Do unto them with you want done unto you!" She huffs out a breath.
You hear him mumble to himself before he growls, grabs a rope and snags it around Lucy's neck.
"Stop!" You yell before he's got the rope going around your neck also.
“Wastelands got its own golden rule” he snaps.
“What?” Lucy huffs out.
“Thou shall get distracted by bullshit every time”
"Move" He growls at you both, soon enough he's dragging you both across the wasteland.
Next part ->
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hihihi idk if requests are open but please more fizzmodeus stuff I've read the other one like 10 times already please they're taking over my brain 😭😭😭🙏/nf
PINKY PROMISES (FIZZAROLLI/ASMODEUS)
[TW: mention of kidnapping and that jazz that happened in the episode… and also, this is a tickle fic, so if this made its way into the main tags somehow, then I suggest you don’t read it if you’re not into that stuff XD]
“You know I worry about you…”
"I know,” The demon said curtly “I know, but Oz- I’m tough! I’m fine, really! It’s just a few scrapes…”
Fizzarolli didn't bother to stop his embrace and instead just leaned on him, taking a moment to enjoy the contact and soak up some of that warmth. His bones ached- and the lie he was telling himself was already fraying at the edges. He was nowhere near fine.
“I understand that but—“ Asmodeus attempted to bite his tongue, feathers prickling upwards with a suppressed hiss; he was irate. “Y-You’re… You’re not immortal, Fizzarolli!!”
The demon’s gaze shifted to his partner, curious if he'd managed to get under the sin’s tough skin. He knew the bigger demon was right- he wasn’t immortal. Even as he spoke, he grimaced as he tried to move his shoulder; it sent a sharp pain through his bones, as if something was broken. He groaned, his body not allowing him to ignore the ache for much longer.
“You’re so reckless, Fizz! I—“ Asmodeus let a sigh escape his lips, exasperation easing into his shoulders as he gestured around himself. “You frustrate me sometimes!”
Squinting at him, Fizzarolli tried to follow his thinking, unsure of whatever point he was trying to make before he commented hesitantly as the silence dragged on “um… Can I go now?”
“FIZZ!!” he finally snapped which prompted Fizzarolli to withdraw his claws. Asmodeus plopping himself onto the edge of the bed without a loud creak, arms crossed.
“Do you have any idea what happened to you?! Were you not present at your own kidnapping?!” He asked with venom, words dripping with grief and guilt. “I- I could’ve lost you!! What would I have done if you’d died, huh?! Do you think I would have just… moved on?!”
“I-I’m sorry…” Fizzarolli hung his head in shame, his eyes filling with tears. He was already in enough pain, but now his heart hurt just as much. “I didn’t think- I thought it would pan out better, I… there a bunch of different factors, and I… there was a lot on my mind, I met an old… I got distracted and I—“
Words failed him as he croaked helplessly. He knew he'd been stupid, he didn't have to be told. He could have died, and all Asmodeus would have been left with were a bunch of distant memories.
He couldn’t say anything, his head was low, and he was focused on keeping the tears back. Even so, he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
“Just listen to me next time, please.” His voice was soothing, as comforting as his eyes. He pulled the demon close, so that they were curled together on the bed as he pressed his lips against the top of his partner’s head. “You’re not as invincible as you think- I know you overestimate yourself, but please; think rationally sometimes!”
“…does this mean I’m not in trouble?”
Asmodeus laughed “No. You’re still getting punished.”
"Punished? For what?!" Fizz pulled away to face Asmodeus head-on, eyebrows shooting upwards, and his expression was one that was caught in a loop of shock and confusion. “What’re you gonna do, ground me?! Just wait until I get my lawyer on this!”
“That was the first thing on my mind,” The rooster said in a joking tone, his voice still stern but there was a smirk on his face that grew with Fizzarolli's reply. It was as if he’d expected this kind of response, or something akin to it. Feathered paws moved to rest idly on the demon’s scarred belly, and that was hint enough.
"Oh no. You can't be serious." He protested, a small whine forming on his lips that he quickly attempted (and failed) to disguise.
“Hmmm? I’m sure you’ll learn your lesson this way~ and I don’t see it fit to use any sort of ‘force’ on you.” The larger demon said, with a playful wink as he grabbed Fizz’s wrists with one hand and pinned them swiftly but gently down to the mattress. He could only snicker and offer Fizzarolli a shit-eating grin as his fingertips danced up and down his sides.
“Nohahahahaa!! That’s no fair!!” He squealed out and recoiled back- it was a flurry of giggles as Fizz’s own body betrayed him and gave his partner the reaction he knew he wanted.
“Hmmmm? You’re laughing too much, darling. You might wanna speak up~”
“Y-yohou're being so meeheeheean!!” He squealed and turned over. “You-!! I’m gohohohohoanna fucking kihihihihill you—“
It was an empty promise, meant more to prompt Asmodeus than to reflect on himself.
“Mhm~ I’m sure you will.” Asmodeus giggled, feathered beak nuzzling into his partner’s tummy, which made him buck instinctively.
“I’m- I'm sorreeeheeheeheehee!!”
“Sorry for what, hmmm?”
“Fohohohor- for doubting you-!!”
“And you promise to let me send an escort to at least check on you?” Asmodeus asked, mock-thought in his expression as he tapped his fluffy chin.
“Yehehehees, yes! Anything!!” Fizz squeaked as his partner squeezed his hips.
“Hmmm… Good, good! I think you’ve learnt your lesson.” And with that, he finally let up his tickle attack.
He chuckled, watching the tension leave Fizzarolli in an instant. After giving his partner a moment to catch his breath- he turned over, his long plait of feathers coming to rest alongside Fizz's chest while his beak gave him an affectionate peck.
"I hope that taught you a lesson about running off on your own.” Asmodeus said, nuzzling his beak into him. “Next time I won’t be so merciful~”
He winked- a clear indication that to Fizz of where his mind was at. They were content to lay with together as their bodies slowly cooled after the stress-filled night.
“I know- I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll listen to you more.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
#fizzmodeus#fizzarozzie#tickle community#tickling#ticklee#tickler#tickles#sfw tickling community#tword community#sfw tickling#helluva boss tickles#Helluva boss#fizzarolli#helluva boss asmodeus#tickle fanfic#tickle art#tickle fic#my art#<—- cuz writing is still art lmfao
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Anyway I promised everyone Nestamsand so here it is, inspired by @kateprincessofbluewhales ‘s idea
Nesta heaved her stuff over the front steps of the Spring Court manor before slumping down, exhausted. The Night Court had given her an ultimatum: go by their rules, or go to the human lands to die. Well, this was close enough to the human lands and abandoned enough that no one would look for her in this in-between space. She wondered if the owner of the house was even here.
Legs trembling with exhaustion, Nesta shakily pulled open the door. It wasn’t even locked. Like its owner had either left or was waiting for someone to kill them.
She dragged her bags around to the small alcove where a bunch of shoes were stored before slumping onto the ruined couch a few feet over. Oh what a relief to finally rest properly; it was the comfiest bed she’d had in days.
Having been dumped in the human lands by Azriel, Nesta had had to walk the distance to Prythian. It brought back an old memory of when she’d also been starving, yet she’d gone after Feyre when she’d been kidnapped by the owner of this very house. Now she was one of the High Fae and making this journey to save herself from the fate her own sister’s husband had damned her to.
“Who are you.”
Nesta leapt up from the couch, knife already flown into her hand and lashing out at the person before her. She’d slashed his face before she realized that the man had made no move to attack her or even stop her from attacking him.
Judging from Feyre’s descriptions, this was the man she’d been in love with. Only his hair wasn’t quite so lustrous, his green eyes were dull, and he seemed to have lost significant muscle mass. He was still quite bulky; Nesta imagined the Fae didn’t lose weight quite so easily as humans did. But he didn’t look like the warrior he had been before; more like a lumberjack who ate one meal a day.
“I am Nesta. Nesta Archeron,” she said. Probably a bad idea to say her true name considering what her sister had done to him, but he could likely see the resemblance to Feyre anyway. Plus he had seen her at the cauldron.
“The viper sister,” he said. Nesta raised her hackles defensively, but the words didn’t sound like an insult. More like a statement of fact.
“Yes.” It seemed the right thing to answer, anyhow. Tamlin began to walk away, but paused and looked back. “There’s some food in the kitchen down to your left. Courtesy of Lucien. He hasn’t come back in some time though. Not sure how long we’ll last.”
As sad as Nesta felt, she was suddenly struck by the possibility that she might be bringing damnation upon not only herself, but Tamlin as well. “I can find another place to-“
“No. Stay here. I can’t imagine a safer place for you anyway. I’m assuming if you’ve left Night that they hurt you,” Tamlin muttered, seemingly to himself.
Tears pricked Nesta’s eyes as she recalled the argument they’d had, the way all of them had voted on what to do with her as if she had no agency of her own. “Immensely.”
“Then stay. I am happy to sacrifice a little food for some good company.”
So they just sat there for a while, saying nothing. It was the most peaceful Nesta had felt in a while. All the voices in her head had quieted. The silver flames had retreated to their depths. For the first time in a while, she felt no anger whatsoever. Only peace.
They spent their days like that. Nesta discovered the abandoned library in the house and picked some books to read. She’d offered a few to Tamlin wordlessly, who’d accepted them. They’d sit there sometimes for hours at a time, simply in silence while reading a book or doing nothing.
A few days later, Tamlin returned with food. Nesta looked over with surprise. “You hunted,” she said quietly, smelling the game.
Tamlin shrugged, walking towards the kitchen. “I found something to live for,” he answered softly.
From that day onward, they slept in the same bed. They didn’t do anything untoward; they merely laid there together, feeling secure in the fact that even if the world was against them, at least they had each other.
A few days after that, Nesta woke up with a start. Her magic had sensed something amiss. She’d gently woken Tamlin up, gesturing with her lips to be quiet. He nodded silently, and Nesta crept like a mouse to the front door, Tamlin just behind her. When the door softly creaked open, Nesta leapt upon the intruder with her knife.
“AH! Tam- wait, Nesta? What are you doing here?”
Nesta was sitting on top of the High Lord of Night, her knife pressing against his throat. She glared down at the male who had exiled her from her home, after everything she had done for Night. After everything she’d done in the war.
“What are you doing here?” Nesta hissed. She pressed the knife in deeper, drawing blood. Rhysand had the audacity to glare at her. “We exiled you to the human lands,” he snapped at her. Nesta rolled her eyes. “You exiled me from Night and dumped me in the human lands. After that, you have no authority on where I go, since your precinct ends with your precious Velaris. Now answer me: I thought you hated Tamlin?”
Rhysand still looked affronted, as if Nesta wasn’t one wrong move from slitting his throat where he laid. “I happen to be his lover,” Rhysand drawled. Was he actually serious? Tamlin and Rhysand??? That was the last combination she would’ve expected to be together, and yet it would somehow make the most sense. Poor Feyre.
“And I happen to be his friend,” Nesta retorted. “And as his friend, I order him away from you.”
Tamlin’s hands were covering his face, presumedly in embarrassment as Nesta and Rhysand both bickered over him. At last, he yelled, “Ok both of you stop! Let’s try to enjoy one pleasant evening together, ok?”
Nesta got off of Rhysand, glaring daggers at him. He did the same back. It was going to be impossible to spend the night peacefully with that man with them. And she was not about to let that asshole steal her friend away from her.
#nesta archeron#pro nesta archeron#tamlin#pro tamlin#rhysand#neslin#tamsand#nestamsand#nesta x tamlin x rhysand#fanfic#rhysta
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Cat Boi: H Patch
Minors DNI/SMUT
CW: AFAB! Reader, Cat boi, Scaramouche is his own warning, you call Scara good boy like twice and basically aphrodisiacs
What do we get when someone loves Scara cat boi and has hormones that are out of control because reasons? Good old fashion 2.6k words of smutterino. First time writing smut *hides*
This takes place prob between cat boi 1 and 3 ish (not canon canon but H Patch ^^)
One day, you decided to play a bit of a joke on your cat boy, Scaramouche, by bringing home some catnip. You had read that it has some calming properties for actual cats, so why not try it on your rowdy cat boy? At the pet store, you decided on getting both the dried and the live grass to see which would work better, although you had higher bets on the live.
You arrive at your house with the cat nip and Scaramouche greets you at the door. Sometimes you swear he's more of a dog boy than cat boy. The cat boy sniffs the bag, and has a puzzled look on his face.
"What is that weird smell?" His nose wrinkles in disgust. "Did you get me some shitty medicine again?"
"No, no," you laugh. "This is catnip. Apparently, it calms cats down and makes them enter a state similar to when a person gets high, so I was wondering if it'd work on you."
"Sooo, you're attempting to drug me?" His tail flicked angrily, his eyes had a look of betrayal in them. How dare his precious human attempt to drug him?!
You shake your head. "I got these in case you wanted to try them. I'm not gonna slip this stuff into the food you know." You ruffle his hair in between the cat ears.
As you put down the bags from your shopping trip, Scaramouche peaks into the bag with the living catnip in it, and takes another whiff of it, nose still wrinkled in semi disgust, but even though it smells weird, the cat boy almost can't stop sniffing it. It feels like his brain is going to mush; he couldn't stop purring and giggling like a school girl.
"Scara, are you ok in there?" You call from the kitchen as you were prepping tonight's dinner. "I hear you laughing, and one thing I know about you is when you're laughing, it's never a good sign."
Scaramouche slinks into the kitchen, face red with blush and eyes glazed over. "Hey, y/n, has anyone ever told you that you hot when you cook?" He slurs out. "Or that you smell really nice? Almost like Citrus. Lemon of course."
"Well, yeah. I cook fish a lot so I gotta get that smell out somehow. Are you ok?" You start pan frying the steak in seasoned butter and start boiling the water for the rice. Tonight's menu was steak with rice and green beans: simple, easy and effective.
The cat boy starts giggling again, stumbling through the kitchen to try and hug you while you're cooking. Once he did hug you, you notice that he is radiating body heat like someone who has a fever.
"Scara, look at me. Are you sure you're ok?" He stares at you, eyes dilated, blush on his face, and tail and ears twitching. His tail starts to make its way to your wrist but you pull away before the cat boy can wrap his tail around your wrist. You make the mistake of looking down and notice a slight bulge in his pants, causing both of you to blush even harder. "So, uh, this is awkward. Did the catnip make you, uh, like…this?" You stammer out, not sure of what to make of the situation.
"I'm not sure, but all I know right now is that down there hurts and it's tight." Scaramouche shifts his legs, almost trying to help soothe his acting nether regions.
What would even be the morality of helping your cat boy with the sudden arousal? You got yourself (and him) into this mess, so what's the safest, most ethical way out? The cat boy was easy enough on the eyes, soft dark purple hair which was currently sticking to his forehead, purple eyes that reflected galaxies, and the twitching cat ears which were pressed against his head in embarrassment.
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth: I want you to be honest with me. Can you willingly consent to possible sexual acts? Will you be ok with me helping you with your problem?" You have a serious look on your face, trying to make sure that you were not taking advantage of him. Using his full name managed to snap him out of his daze for a few moments.
"I don't care what you do, just help me with my damn problem." He snaps back. "You can fuck my brains out for all I care. Just be careful of the tail, it's sensitive."
You chuckle. "Let's eat and clean up first. No, I'm not the meal." You hear a tongue click at that notion.
As you guys eat, you start questioning the cat boy about what he knows, although you can tell his mind is elsewhere, legs rubbing together for any type of relief. Eventually, he says that he wants to try and let his instincts and you guide him through the relief process.
After dinner, while you were cleaning up, you noticed Scaramouche had gone back over to the catnip plant, deeply inhaling its scent; apparently the smell was super addictive. The blush on his face somehow increased further and his tail swished back and forth impatiently. Needless to say, Scaramouche was eager for relief.
"Scara," you call out. "I'm heading upstairs." As if he was under a spell, he followed you in a daze, sniffing the air. His ears and tail flicked nervously in anticipation.
Once you two got to the bed room, Scaramouche tackled you onto the bed, rubbing his head on your chest, inhaling your scent. Somehow, it was more addictive than the scent of catnip. The cat boy, lost in his instincts, started rutting against your leg, eager for relief for the warmth in his lower abdomen.
"Scara, let's get these clothes off, shall we?" You chuckle and Scaramouche looks up at you, eyes demanding why did you stop his release. You start by slipping his black shirt over his head and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Scaramouche attempts to stick his tongue out at you, but you grab it with your own Tongue, battling for dominance in his mouth. As fate would have it though, you nicked your tongue against his sharp teeth and you pulled back from your assault, both of you panting from the battle.
“Ha, for someone who has ‘experience’ you sure did fuck up,” the cat boy teased.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you have sharp teeth,” you scowled. “Now, if you want to try that again be my– mmmfph.” You were cut off by a passionate kiss, this time though, the battle was in your mouth. Tongues swirling around in your mouth had you moaning and heat pooling at your core. Scaramouche was no better, moaning your name in your mouth.
You cup his face with one hand and roll his nipple between your fingers with the other, causing him to moan even louder. Scaramouche started grinding against your leg again, this time faster, chasing his own pleasure. His tail wrapped itself around the arm that was cupping his face while his hands went to your waist. When you felt like he was getting close to his relief, you push him off.
“Hey! I was almost there,” The cat boy hisses.
“I know, but first we have got to get these shorts off you. Maybe you can help me undress as well?” You wink at him. At the mention of undressing you, he immediately starts by lifting your shirt, revealing a black, lacey, pushup bra that makes your chest look even more divine than it usually does. Scaramouche blushes at seeing you nearly topless like this. Sure, he has seen you topless after getting out of the shower or getting dressed in the morning, but this was the first time he’s seen you topless as a woman, and not purely as his master.
“You like what you see?” Your sultry voice made him blush and his dilate even further. The indigo haired cat boy quickly looked away, nose almost bleeding from sheer stimulation. “I’m going to take your shorts off now,” you tell him, and kiss his forehead and Scaramouche nods in agreement, eager to strip everything off to be even closer to you.
As you slide his shorts and underwear over his knees, you can’t help but to notice how hard he actually was, tip flaming red and dripping precum. Even his pants slipping past his cock was enough to make him whimper and almost cum on the spot.
"Oh, look at you," you croon as you massage the tip between your fingers. You push him back onto the bed, trapping him underneath you. "My fierce, sassy cat boy reduced down to a mewling kit. Tell me: how badly do you want me?"
It was at this point Scaramouche decided to take his chance and wrap his tail around your hips and pull down your bra to suck on your nipple.
"Ah-ah-ah," you tut, smacking his hands away from your chest. "Only good cat boys get to play with my breast. Have you been a good boy?" His ear flatten against his head, equal parts shame at becoming noticeably aroused when you called him a good boy and equal parts excitement.
"I don't care about that shit. Just help me relieve this throbbing pain." He attempts to command you, but it just comes out as a whimper.
You cock an eyebrow at him and he immediately knew he messed up. Scaramouche, the proud arrogant cat boy with a sword for a tongue, started one thing you never expected him to do: beg
"I'm sorry y/n. I'll be a good boy. Please relieve this pain. Please-please-please. I need you," He starts babbling, words and prayers spilling over his lips. Poor cat boy was already pussy drunk and he hadn't so much as touched it directly.
You strip your pants and underwear off and that almost sends Scaramouche over the edge. Unhooking your bra, you allow him to squeeze your breasts gently, causing you to moan a bit louder. As you straddle him again, you lean down and gently nibble his sensitive, furry ears, sending jolts up the cat boy's spine. The wet sounds in his ears were just so exquisite, gasping and moaning even louder.
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," you whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you want to have sex with me? We can stop now if you want." The catnip had to be wearing off soon, but Scaramouche was still very much in the mood. He nods, almost unable to get the words out. "Scara, I'm going to need you to use your words, otherwise I will not continue."
"Y-yes master," Scaramouche whines. "Pl-please do something about my leaking cock."
You lift yourself up slightly and align his weeping cock with your needy hole and lower yourself down gently. Upon entering your folds, the cat boy almost cums on the spot; the stimulation was too much. Scaramouche moans and bites your neck to try and quiet himself, but you lift his face up and crash your lips into his and suck on his bottom lip.
"I'm going to move now," you say into his mouth, to which Scaramouche nods vigorously. As you start grinding on his dick, you feel it throb inside of you, pulsating with anticipation. Your walls tighten and loosen around Scaramouche's cock as you kiss him, throwing both of you into a passionate fury.
"I-I'm close," you moan. "S-scara it's ok to c-cum inside." You can barely speak through the intense pleasure. As you babble on, you can feel his dick twitch before finally exploding inside you. His tail wraps even tighter around you when the release happens. It wasn't long after you crest the peak of your own orgasm, leaving you both sweaty and panting. Scaramouche's ears were twitching happily, face relaxed like you've never seen it before, and generally at peace with himself.
"Was that fun?" You ask, still on top of him, dick still inside of you. He sluggishly nods, smiling like he's in a dream. You ruffle his ears and hair and unwrap his tail from around you. As you get off him, the cat boy tries to give you a hug to pull you back down, but Scaramouche's energy was spent, so his hug had no pull.
You quickly locate the tissues and hand them off to Scaramouche and tell him if he needs help cleaning up to let you know if he wants to take the lazy route, otherwise a shower is the best option. The cat boy rushes to the shower, cum dripping down his leg. As you clean yourself up, you debate joining him in the shower to wash up before bed. Scaramouche pokes his head out of the bathroom, demanding that you help clean him in the shower.
For some reason, you two can never agree on water temperature. You prefer it to be scolding hot whereas he prefers it to be warm but not hot, which feels cold to your skin. Eventually, you settle on a decent shower temperature, and you start washing his hair.
"Mind the ears," He grumps. Scaramouche is back to his old uptight self again. "Also, don't be so rough; I'm delicate you know."
"Yes, yes, my big strong cat boy and his delicate ears," you muse. "OK, body wash time." You start putting the soap on the wash cloth and as you start scrubbing him down, he yowls.
"Gentle, I said. Gentle!! What part of that don't you understand?!" He was so cute when he scowled, but you weren't going to let him know that.
"Exfoliation Scara. It's good for the skin. Also, did not think I was that rough." The cat boy glared at you in response. "Good news is, you're clean now." You rinse off the suds and Scaramouche shook his head, almost like a dog, to get the water out of his hair. "H-hey now!"
The cat boy stuck his tongue out at you and nimbly hopped out of the shower. "Now you can have your hot as hell water to fuck up your skin with."
Even though Scaramouche was clean, he still hung out in the bathroom, watching you shower with an intense gaze. His ears twitched excitedly. The way the soap slid off your breasts, the way your hands went through your hair when you washed it was all so alluring. He considered himself lucky to have had the experience he did tonight, even if it was fueled by catnip.
After you were done scrubbing yourself, you put on your pajamas. Scaramouche was laying in the bed and had already put on his signature black sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt with a cat on it, which you got purely for the irony.
You head over to the bed and get in under the covers and could just feel Scaramouche's body heat radiating through the blankets.
"So, amuse me,"you cock your head in wonder. "Does catnip affect every cat boy like an aphrodisiac or only some? Also, I didn't take advantage of you did I?"
"So, it does have aphrodisiac-like properties on certain cat boys or girls but I was still very much in control. I was not expecting to be hit that hard by it, but I've been wanting to experience you for a long, long time. So, it's win-win. You got to play a small 'joke' on me and I got to experience your body. Now tell me," He smirks. "When can we do stuff like that again? And next time: I want to be in control." Scaramouche kisses you before turning away.
"Ok fine, but remember: I'm the master in all other areas in life." You whisper in his ear, causing it to flick from the simple stimulation of your breath. You pull him in close to cuddle him like a stuffed animal and as much as he tries to say he hates being little spoon-he really does enjoy it.
The two you drift off to sleep, dreams of each other's bodies racing through your mind, wanting to experience the whole act again.
#scaramouche#genshin smut#genshin#scara#scaramouche x reader#afab reader#cat boy#inappropriate uses of catnip#cat boi scara#scara meow#nyaa
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Hello! I love your writing so much, you saved me with the x male reader 🙏🏻 I was wondering if you could do one where Bill is always denying his sexuality. Like, reader already has feelings for him and Bill likes reader too but tries to push it away and in an interview Bill gets asked about liking men and he's like "of course I don't, it would be a waste for all the pretty girls" and stuff, just like that one interview and reader is kinda hurt. But when they get back to the tour bus and they all fall asleep, reader wakes up late at night and walks up to Bill crying and when he asks him what's wrong Bill expresses his fears and that he just wants to be loved for who he is and don't feel ashamed about it (already crying omg 😭) and then reader gets the opportunity and tells him about how he feels about Bill. In the beginning Bill denies it like, "no you can't love me, why me?" and insecurities and stuff but at the end reader kisses him and Bill gives in and then end up sleeping in each other's arms, Bill being the small spoon you know 😩 I hope you like the idea! Thank you so much!!
BILL X READER: INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA
hii love! im so glad you like my writing 🤞😻 ewwwahh it gets corny during the confession part but erm..
"Let's welcome Tokio Hotel, ladies and gentlemen!"
Bill wanted to puke as he heard those words, hearing all the fangirls and boys scream and squeal like guinea pigs. His stomach curled and he actually felt sick. Oh god, was it too late to cancel an interview? He just wanted to go back to the tour bus, to just sit and watch TV..put on one of M/N's favorite shows and eat snacks and.. -
"Bill, c'mon let's go! We'll follow you out." Tom hissed, patting his brother on the shoulder with a small push. The dreadhead paused, about to ask if Bill was feeling okay, because he looked ill and slightly more pale than usual, but Bill had already began to walk out from the curtains, praying to whatever god was out there he wouldn't trip. M/N followed shortly behind, giving Bill a smile when he looked over his shoulder with a fearful expression.
Bill sat down in the black chair on the stage, listening to the roars and claps of fans come from the space before him. He looked over at M/N, feeling his heart beat quicken. He really did like interviews sometimes, but actually sitting down infront of thousands of people was enough stress to make him go into tears. Although, as he looked at M/N, all his nervousness and anxiety slowly melted away with a small smile, accompanied with a pat to his shoulder. "We got this Bill, it's just like every other time."
He comforted, not looking away until Bill gave a soft nod and grin, thanking the boy under his breath as the applauds slowly died out. He turned his attention to the interviewer infront of them, an older man with greyish-blonde hair. Bill quite liked his tuxedo, he wondered if he could buy the same. His heart skipped a beat as the interviewer cleared his throat, folding his hands as he looked at all the band members.
"Ah..It's so nice to have you guys here!" The interviewer grinned. Oh god, the roars started up again, whistling and hoots coming from the crowd. The band could only smile and laugh, giving nods as they answered "Its great to be here." although it could barley be heard. As soon as the cheers died down again, the interviewer continued. "Hmm, there are a lot of people here. Why don't you all introduce yourself?"
Why oh why? Didn't everybody already know their names? Why did he have to introduce himself? Why why why why-
"I'm Bill Kaulitz. Singer." he smiled, looking over at the camera infront of them.
"Tom Kaulitz. Guitarist.."
"Georg Listing, I'm the bassist."
"Gustav Schäfer. Drums!"
"...M/N. Bassist aswell."
The crowd whooped inbetween everybody, which was starting to get old for Bill. Tom probably didn't mind, his twin watched as the brunette was looking off into the crowd, most likely at some hot chick. Bil resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he didn't want that on TV.
Bill sat nervously, on the edge of his seat as he saw how the interviewer glanced down at his notes before directly looking at Bill himself. "Mm.. Let's start with you Bill, yes?" God no. No thank you, anybody else start please.... "Yeah, why not?" Bill gave a small chuckle as he fixed his posture slightly. He braced himself, heart thumping as he stopped all movements as he began to ponder what the question would be. Oh no.. Please no.
His heart stopped as the interviewer leaned in with a sly smile, squinting his eyes slightly almost as if he was taunting Bill. "So, Bill," he began, taking a second to look at the crowd before continuing, "There's been some rumors squirming about your sexuality, as you might have heard due to the makeup and clothing...care to set the record straight?" Oh.
The crowd was uncomfortably quiet, looking at Bill with piercing eyes waiting for his response. Bill could feel the looks his band members were sending him, even Tom was looking directly at him with a quirked eyebrow. Bill cleared his throat, his mouth going dry as he felt his heart beat quicken. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm definitely not gay...would be a waste to all the girls don't 'cha think?" he responded, trying to ease the air. He nearly let out a relieved sigh as he heart the audience laugh a bit and clap.
He got the courage to look at his band members, but they didn't seem to care. Tom gave Bill a soft nod before returning his gaze to the audience. Georg gave a small smile and Gustav Rose his eyebrows for a second before letting them go back down, now looking at the interviewer awaiting the next question. As Bill looked at M/N, he expected him to at least give a soft grin, but no. He gave him a weird look...a look mixed with emotions Bil couldn't distinguish. He almost looked..sad? A tad bit hurt?
M/N could only clench his fists, blinking back tears threatening to fall. His heart sank deeper and deeper with each word Bill had spoken, and he felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He felt as if Bil was holding back- hell he knew he was lying. He knew Bill better than anyone. Okay..maybe not better than Tom. But he just knew something wasn't right.
Bil could only sigh as he leaned backinto hi seat, trying to ignore the thoughts he had about possibly angering M/N. He didn't intend to make him sad! Or hurt. Or whatever the hell he was...
Why was he so..upset?
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Bill stammered back into the tour bus with a groan, barley making it to the couch. He plopped himself down, not bothering to take off his makeup. He heard a soft laugh from Tom as his brother put a hand to his forehead, checking if he was ill or overheated. He could make out a faint command come from his brother, yet didn't respond until the third time he said it. "Take off your jacket, you'll get too hot." he stayed motionless for a moment before removing the leather piece of clothing, taking it to the bunk beds as he threw it down next to his bunk. He pulled off his shoes and got into his bed, his hair still spikey and hard with hairspray.
M/N didn't really talk as the tour bus drove on, giving a soft smile to Georg when he had been told he was very well-spoken during the interview. He barley talked as he ate dinner, twirling the pasta on his fork as he spaced out, being reminded by Tom it would be cold if he didn't eat it. He glanced over at the unopened container of pasta, having the word 'Bill' written in chicken-scratch-like writing.
Then he glanced back at where Bill was laying down, how he could hear soft snores and shuffles come from the bunk. He felt a pang in his heart as he thought about just how beautiful Bill was today, how his makeup was more perfect than usual and how his clothes stood out. How his hair looked so gorgeous and how black his fingernails were.
How was it possible to be so amazing? He has always wondered whenever he glanced at the singer. Whenever he took a peak at Bill he couldn't pull his gaze away, mesmerized by the beauty infront of him. He just..loved Bill so much. Yet Bill didn't like boys, according to him. No, he liked girls.
M/N didn't speak for the rest of the night, going straight to bed shortly after he finished the last of his spaghetti.
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M/N groaned as he suddenly awoke, his shoulders hurt and he couldn't move his legs for a few seconds. He turned to the other side of his bed, smiling when he became comfortable again. He muzzled into the blanket slightly as he sighed, looking forward to sleeping again. Until he heard a small sniffle. He tossed his head lazily over his shoulder, wincing as he pulled the muscle. The air was quiet, accompanied by the occasional snores coming from Gustav.
M/N ignored this, letting his head fall back down as he closed his eyes once more. He felt so good, he was so comfortable and he was so warm. He felt himself start to lose consciousness, hearing nothing but the faint beat of his heart in his pillow, and then another sniffle was heard. This time with a small sob attached to the end. He heard shaky breathes come from somebodies bunk, yet it was too high pitched to be Georg. Who would be crying right now...
"Bill?" M/N whispered hoarsly, his voice raspy and quiet due to just waking up. He listened to how the noises stopped the moment he said something, how the shuffling had instantly paused. He took a second to think if he was really gonna get out of bed. He was so damn comfortable, he was in the perfect position and...
M/N slowly got out of bed, wincing as his legs nearly gave out on him. He stood for a second, stretching, before he walked over to Bills bunk, the curtain covering his bed. He awkwardly stood there before whispering another soft "Bill.."
This time he asked, he heard another shaky breath followed by a sniffle. M/N hesitantly reached his hand out, pulling at the curtain softly. There Bill sat, knees up to his chest and his arms holding them even closer. His head was perched on his kneecaps as soft tears went down his face, down his cheeks and onto his neck and shirt. M/N took a second before he sat down next to his friend, attempting to comfort him.
Bill sat still, although soft sobs would escape his mouth. Although it was clear he was holding back, since his body was shaking and trembling. His eyes were basically red and his cheeks were flushed with pink. He could barley look at the boy next to him, only being able to glance over before he took in a shaky inhale and started crying again.
It stayed like this, completely silent apart from a few sniffles from Bill and snores from Gustav before M/N began to talk. "Bill..what's wrong?" He questioned, a hand going to rub his bestfriends back. Bill took a second before responding, leaning into the touch of his friend. "I'm..I’m scared, M/N." Bill muttered, his voice high pitched as he tried to stop his tears, soft whines coming from his mouth as he tried to breath probably.
"I'm just scared of being outed to the public..god they already think I'm gay anyways..." he hiccuped, his hands going up to harshly wipe his eyes. "I want to find someone..who likes me for me. Who actually likes me, M/N. I just wanna date and not have to worry about the gender of the person and..." Bill trailed off, covering his head with his hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm making this so awkward." he groaned, feeling uncomfortable as M/N stayed silent.
"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to be scared, Bill. It sucks that we're famous and everything's on TV, huh?" M/N let out a watery chuckle, taking Bills limp hand into his own. "Ive seen you for who you truly are, how you are off screen. The real you. I love every part about you Bill, I truly do. I love you so much, all the way from your spiky hair to your platform shoes. I love you so much. " Bill peaked up from his arms, looking at M/N with an expression mixed with confusion and horror.
"No...no you can't. You can't love me that's not..." Bill blabbered, eyes flickering back and forth from M/N's. His heart beat quickened and he was sure it was going to pop out of his chest and fall out infront of them. "It's not right." Bill said, although his eyes filled with tears as he inched closer to his friend, actions going against his words.
M/N stayed silent, looking at Bills beautiful face before he leaned in, going to peck Bills lips. Bill nearly pulled away, but felt himself slowly melt into the kiss, gripping M/N's hand tightly. This wants right, he knew it. Or at least he thought he knew. He couldn't think about anything else other than M/N right now as the boy held his free hand into Bills chin. Bill felt an ungodly amount of weight lifting off his shoulders as his anxiety slowly drifted, leaving him feeling content and..strangely calm.
As M/N pulled away, he watched as Bills eyebrows scrunched in concussion, still holding M/N's hands tight. M/N traced the lines in Bills hands as best he could, due to the lighting not being the best before pulling away, and pulled up the covers from Bills bed, starting to get up to go to his own bunk. "Wait!" Bill whisper-shouted, trying not to wake the others up. He gripped onto M/N's forearm tightly, which made M/N pause and look at Bill with concern.
"Stay. Please."
Bill didn't need to say anything else. M/N crawled back in, laying next to Bill as he pulled the covers over both of them. "C'mere." M/N mumbled sleepily, feeling his eyelids grow heavy once more. Bill happily shuffled over, allowing himself to be spooned by his friend. Or boyfriend. Bill truly didn't know. That didn't matter right now though. All that mattered now was M/N's hand draping over Bills waist, holding him close.
Bill could only wish M/N would still be here with him by morning.
#i am NOT good at love confessions tf#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel x male reader#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x male reader#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz x you#im so hungry#i want icecream#x male reader#x reader
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BSD Armed detective agency with a 13 year old reader who comes out as transgender,
MTF version
(FTM VERSION NEXT MAYBE)
Warnings: Deadnaming(accidentally), transphobia(you confess how your bio parents kicked you out.)
[NAME POV]
I walked down the streets, shivering against the winter air..
My teeth chattered as I tried to make my way fast towards the armed detective agency, where I work part time..
After awhile, I made it there, slamming open the door, not even surprised that there was no one here considering it was 2am..
My lips turned into a frown as I closed the door, now hurrying towards the couch,
Immediately I cuddled against the warm blanket that sat there, my heart hurting as I thought of the previous events.
Earlier, I had decided to finally come out to my very, VERY religious family,
Born a boy, destined to be a girl, is what I thought.
My body, it just.. I don't feel like a boy, and it makes me extremely uncomfortable to even be identified as a boy in any shape or form,
And so, me, a teenager now sat on the couch of my workplace, at 2am due to being kicked out by my biological parents.
I didn't know how long I stayed there on the couch, as all of a sudden I heard the door open, my gaze glancing up at the president standing there, glancing at me with a slightly confused expression,
"[DEAD.NAME], what are you doing here?"
I grimaced slightly at the mention of my dead name, before I shrugged, burying my face back in the couch as I avoided his gaze, unsure of what to say,,
Fukuzawas eyebrows furrowed as he stared, before he let out a loud sigh, closing the door and deciding to just sit down,
I looked at him as he sat down next to me, and soon enough tears grew in my eyes, and his eyes widened slightly, usually I was always so.. upbeat and happy, never has anyone ever seen me cry,
He pulled me into a hug, hesitantly I hugged back, now quietly sobbing as the events truly began to take a toll on me,
"Shh... Its okay,"
My eyes fluttered open as I glanced around, confused, I laid on a couch in the office, realizing I had fallen asleep,
"Ahh.. [DEAD.NAME], you're finally awake!!"
Dazai waved excitedly at me as I awoke, I once again grimaced as I realized he called me .. that name.
"[DEAD.NAME],"
Fukuzawas deep voice called out for me as I glanced at him, just now realizing everyone was looking at me, my eyebrows furrowed as I now sat up, still staying on the couch,
"Why were you here so early this morning?"
I frowned, unsure of how to respond to fukuzawa, suddenly I felt the couch sink down next to me, glancing at ranpo who now sat next to me,
"I didn't tell them anything, thats your place kid,"
He whispered it to me, and I wasn't even surprised he knew, I furrowed my eyebrows before looking at the others,
Some were giving me comforting smiles, others were just staring at me..
"I---" And without pausing, I suddenly broke down, sharing everything that had happened fastly, not making eye contact with everyone as some had furrowed eyebrows, some angry at my parents, some upset and feeling bad for me,
"..and my names [name.].." I confidently confessed my preferred name,
After hearing your story, yosano decided to let you live with her, deciding since she herself was a girl, she would help you with your transition
Everyone called you by [name] after that, and used your correct pronouns & gender when referring to you!
Sometimes, yosano & naomi alongside you have girl-days out where they help you find the style you feel most comfortable with
Kunikida, who views you as a little sister, decided to buy a whole bunch of books and read about transgender, learning facts and stuff that may help you with your journey
Fukuzawa signed you up for a type of voice therapy specifically for transgender people, to make your voice higher !
Whenever someone misgenders you(outside of the agency), dazai always gives them the most DEADLIEST smile ever, and ranpo gives them that fucking green eyed GLARE that makes everyone die from being to scared
I HC that tanizaki knows how to do hair, so whenever your hair grows longer, he always has hair supplies on him to do your hair
The first time you wore a type of dress, (imagine one of those cute dresses that go down to like between ankles and knees.)
Everyone made sure you felt comfortable in public wearing the dress, and whenever someone gave you a weird look...
Atsushi would bare his teeth at them like.. growling (furry but its okay)
Kyoka would threaten them without using words, she would like slowly grab out a knife until you look over all confused
After you actually told them your parents kicked you out..
Lets just say Dazai called up some people and went to their house
They went missing the next day.
Hope you liked it...‼️
#transgender#trans woman#trans pride#transgirl#teenagers#bsd x reader#teen reader#child reader#meow#bsd atsushi#bungou stray dogs atsushi#atsushi nakajima#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs ranpo#ranpo edogawa#bsd ranpo#kunikida doppo#bsd kunikida#bungou stray dogs kunikida#naomi tanizaki#tanizaki junichirou#jun'ichirō tanizaki#bsd tanizaki#bsd fukuzawa#bungou stray dogs fukuzawa#fukuzawa yukichi#bsd kyoka#kyoka bsd
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I wanna try something different this time around.
I’ve started to grow an interest to Eyeless Jack, I mean I haven’t read the story but the character has intrigued me.
What’s some fluffy headcanons you can think of for him with a partner in general?
General hcs for Eyeless Jack x Reader !
ehehehehe welcome to the ej fan club!! evil laughs >:) gotta admit my take on ej is only loosely based around the original story (guy waking up to find one of his kidneys missing is the TLDR version) but a lot of my hcs are based around a fic (?) reimagine (?) of ej that i remember seeing floating around yeeeeears ago back in middle school and im unsure how many people follow the "jack used to be a human but got dragged into a cult/human sacrifice unwillingly" idea since i admittedly dont interact much with the fandom outside of writing these lil hcs and making fanart TToTT
after everything that happened to him jack ran off to the woods to be away from prying human eyes, and as far as he knew he was viewed as (albeit unwilling and you could argue it was in self defense) murderer.... kind of puts a stop into your plans of finishing school and going into your dream career.. oh and also the teeny tiny detail that you now rely on human flesh as sustenance with no hope for being able to physically accept alternatives and as more time goes on you start to resemble something.. not human... theres that, too
if you want to see him during the day you're likely going to have to visit him in the woods, but fear not hes not homeless, hes found refuge in an old cabin; slowly hes been patching it up
dont expect him to make you do any work on the cabin, he views it solely as his responsibility and he'll likely deny any actual work helping rebuild it... though i dont think he would be against any tools and decoration (ex. stuff for a generator so he can have power, means to wash his clothes, basic supplies that arent food ectect)
i think overtime he would even get a little mini fridge for you so you can store snacks and drinks at his place, since he doesnt. have food
sometimes visits you at your place, but he only does this during the night so he doesnt get caught wandering the streets by other people... usually enters through the backdoor, to avoid anyone seeming coming from the front
very quiet and reserved, not very high energy... so most nights hanging out with him are calm... usually him asking you how you've been doing... you /could/ ask him the same, but he can only talk about patrolling his area in the woods for hikers straying too close so many times, and he doesnt want to bore you
thats actually another thing, he has traps set up around; mix of a means for hunting without having to go out and pick someone, and to make sure no one gets too close to the cabin
so i think, in the beginning he would ban you from coming to him without him guiding you, at least not until youve had ample time to get used to the traps and how to look for them and remember the general locations of them
teaches you how to forage, him being alone for so long has forced him to pick up new hobbies to keep him from going insane, so you now know how to do that sort of thing as well as identifying plants and fungi... fun!
on the very rare occasion you can convince jack to walk around town with you at night when everyone else is asleep.... its nice, i think.. kind of gives him a chance to just sink back into what his old life used to be and feel like hes normal again; though he tends to be quieter than usual on these walks
i dont think hes particularly possessive, dont get me wrong he cares about you and he does have the passing thought of you just up and leaving him one day (and he doesnt blame you, he holds a lot of self loathing for himself nowadays) but hes not going to be breathing down your neck and watching your every movement... he has enough trust in you not to get hurt or stuck in any situation
blunt, he doesnt beat around the bush and sometimes he doesnt sugarcoat things when the blow needs to be softened... mix of jack just being a little insensitive to others but also because hes gotten so used to thinking so logically and straight forward and numbing his own emotions over... who knows how long, probably even before he got all messed up..
can be a little sarcastic at times, so he might come off as an asshole every now and then, especially when you mix in the bluntness
i dont think he would actively try to be mean to others though, he'd try to understand and fix something if his habits upset you because he doesnt want to lose you
very cold, physically, so be sure to bring blankets and stuff when you want to cuddle into him
very careful with you, he has claws and teeth... and sometimes shedding blood around him can be really dangerous (he feeds on human material, he tends to push off eating for as long as he can since the fact hes eating people meat messes with him.. argument between survival of himself and survival of others; but due to his curse he can go into 'frenzies' and momentarily lose himself to his hunger. think how in finding nemo the sharks went nuts when dory cut her fin on accident, its like that but he doesnt go nuts all the time) so hes very very gentle even when he has a strong hold on himself
speaking of his forced diet, he doesnt eat often.. only really needing to do so every now and then, but i like to think he would still sit at the table with you to keep you company while you ate dinner
though he wouldnt want you to do the same when he DOES eat, might prefer you not come at all on those days actually
him and reader remind me of the "its rotten work"/"not to me, not if its you" audio
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#eyeless jack x reader#eyeless jack x you#eyeless jack headcanon#eyeless jack imagine
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hey chat h hey hey chat hey h
okay drops my cynonari hcs yayayayaya
i personally hc like. cyno as a transmasc bisexual and uh. tighnari as a panromantic asexual. thumbs up emoji.
as much as i love the whole "tighnari having 2 keep a close eye on cyno cause hes always getting hurt" thing i see it more as CYNO being worried about TIGHNARI. listen chat. tighnaris pretty chill. like. unfazed by p much everything. but he has a big ass mouth and its gonna get him in trouble someday i just fucking know it.
actually adding onto that. tighnari is so fucking like. unbothered by almost everything it scares cyno sometimes. like tighnari could be bleeding out and hes just like welp. guess ill just die. and cynos losing his shit in the background.
bc i fucking hate the heat cycle jokes that doesnt apply here lolz sorry chat no FREAKY hcs from me
it started off as friends with benefits. no i will not elaborate.
tighnari has like. those spots on his tail he just can not reach at all. so cyno brushes out his tail 4 him and in turn tighnari brushes cynos hair. like a little exchange :D (also cyno probably uses that fucking 13 in 1 body wash shit he has zero hygiene im sorry)
cyno can knit. tighnari can sew. together they make stuff for eachother and collei. they dont make hats that'll cover tighnaris ears for when it gets cold? cynos like nah dw babe i gotchu and pulls up with a specially made beanie 4 him the next day. cyno rips his cloak cause hes busy doing Bad Bitch shit?? tighnari whips out his sewing kit and is like cmere man i gotchu. next day cloak is fixed. collei grew out of her old clothes?? chat dw she has two badass dads who will cook somethin up 4 her in no time.
unpopular hc but tighnari really cant cook that well. seriously. "oh but hes the forest watcher!!!" yeah okay he just finds some fruit or something. "b-but in the game-" shhhhhh. he knows how to cook like very unseasoned fish and MAYBE some shitty soup. when cyno isnt home collei suffers tighnaris shitass cooking.
as much as they really wanna cuddle with eachother neither tighnari nor cyno are built for that. cynos a reckless sleeper (as in he cant stay fucking still) and tighnaris so full of fluff they both start sweating within the first five minutes. they literally can not sleep together. for their own sakes.
another unpopular hc. colleis closer to cyno than she is tighnari and it makes nari sad. she isnt scared of him or anything but he worries he isnt enough and cynos constant reminding him he is a Great Dad and that collei is just. a bit skittish
i am a firm believer in shapeshifter tighnari and cyno that can talk to animals so do with that what you will.
they accidentally indirectly proposed to eachother at the same time. hc says that tighnaris species gives flower crowns and leafs as a way of declaring love, and cyno didnt think tighnari would like a ring since A) he wears gloves and B) hes out doin stuff a lot and wouldnt want to loose it so. tighnari almost died trying to get desert flowers to make a flower crown for cyno and cyno bought him a small chain necklace with vines woven into it. and they basically kinda got engaged that way.
ya ithink thats like. it. 4 now. :D
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The boys' love languages
The Bad Batch x gn!reader
i am mentally unwell, i need this
warnings: mentions of crosshair on kamino in his part, mentions of having insecurities in echo's and wrecker's part
a/n: this fic is gender neutral, but because i fantisized myself there, its possible i did a mistake somewhere, so please, if you see some, point it out <3
Hunter
main love language: acts of service
other: physical touch
Hunter's love language is definitely acts of service
he is such a fuckin gentleman
he offers you a hand whenever you go out of the ship or inside
or if you fall, his hand would be the first thing you'd see
also, he is soo protective of you
whenever there's danger he will put his hand on your lowerback to reassure you that he is there
and if you have some undercover thing, he will stay as close to you as possible if the place is unsafe
god forbid you get hurt bc that's when he's truly worried
he tries to stay calm when it's a little wound or a scratch, but when you go unconsious or lose blood BOI DOES HE FREAK OUT
he will stay by your side 24/7 or how long it's needed, bringing you meals and doing everything you desire
and when you're sick he will be making some good ass soup that they gave them on Kamino whenever they had a cold (assuming they did)
and he lets you sleep BY THE WALL, bravely facing the demons and protecting you from them
he also loves when you try to protect him, even though you're smaller and definitely not as skilled, but it still means a lot to him
it warms his heart when you hear some loud noise and put your hand in front of him
he does the same thing by instinct so you both just smile when your hands bump on their way to protect
his second love language might be physical touch
he is the big spoon but won't complain when you wrap your hands around him sometimes
my bro asks for consent once on a specific thing and then not again, if you don't feel like it at the moment, a simple not now or no is all that's needed
then he will ask again after a while
you also have to ask for consent (i mean obviously), Hunter loves touch, but sometimes enough is enough and something's may be too far for his sensitive sense
but it goes both ways: you ask once for specific thing
forehead kisses and hugs from behind is his morning routine and at this point, it's more frequent than breakfast
if you don't get one or the other in the morning, it feels uncomftortable, and you know something is wrong
he doesn't do PDA
not that he hates it, his mind is just in a different place in public, as yall go outside mostly because of a mission
but once on the Maraurder, Hunter takes a nap with you and cuddle if you're down
and you are, everytime
Tech
main love language: gift giving/receiving
other: quality time
tech's love is told by many useless small gifts, but you cherish them for ever
he gives you wire bracelts, metal ring, everything he finds useless remade into something either wearable or hangable
how better to express his love when he fixes a lot of things and sees these things daily
you always wear them, even though you have a lot of rings from him now, you always change them so he feels loved and validated
that doesn't mean he only likes giving gifts to you, he also loves when you give him something yourself
you don't make gifts like he does, lacking the skill he obviously has, but you find lots of different stuff on missions and you so far brought him an old antic vase, cute shiny stones and a small crystal
he is also taking care of a plant you gave him, anxious it might be poisonous, but he reassured you it's not (although you knew he might be lying to not hurt your feelings, so you keep an eye out when Omega gets too close to it)
you used to bring him bracelets and rings, but Tech noticed they are quite expensive and realized you stole most of them, so he forbid it
yet you sometimes do and proceed to lie about where you got it (he knows you are lying, but he loves your stubborness so much he lets it slide)
Tech doesn't give you presents that often, but only because he worry it would tire you, so he keeps it special that way
and when he'll be sure about marriage, he will propose with one of his homemade rings
his other love language might be quality time
Tech loves to talk a lot about his work and random knowledge he posseses, so he needs someone to listen
luckily, you will always be there (luckily for him and for the others when they realized they don't need to pretend interest anymore)
you listen to him talk about his day and he sometimes teaches you basic coding or repairs
and you're not like his brothers, you actually listen and ask interesting questions he more than gladly answers
he likes to hear you talk about your interests as well, listening to every word coming out of your mouth
because he learns about things he's interested in, he loves to spend his free time with you, getting to know you
and yes, he knows every small detail you said
if you only mentioned you hate fish, he will take it as his job to fix that information with you and use it if necessary ("Tonight's dinner is fish". Hunter would say and you would automatically prepared to respond with:"oh i-", but Tech would be faster than you and say as an obvious fact:" Y/N hates fish. they will need something else.")
Echo
main love language: words of affirmation
other: light physical touch
Echo, my baby, needs to be reassured of your love
he has gone through a LOT and he's been alone all this time
so he will need some cute loving words to know he has you on his side
i'm not happy saing this, but he surely is insecure
all the horrible changes that made him almost part robot can't be helping him with self-image and self-esteem (he is beautiful though, isn't he)
so when you say things like: i love every part of you, youre so beautiful, i adore you whole, it leaves him with butterflies everywhere
he is addicted to your voice, it calms him
he likes to be reassured or your love when he's nervous or anxious, a light it's ok or you got this improves his mood instantly
he doesn't need to hear them every minute but it's nice to get your affirmation once a day
but you obviously tell him more than once a day, you tell him almost every hour, thinking it might be too much (spoiler: it isn't)
he also creates petnames for you
some are basic: love, cyare, mesh'la, darling, ...
but some are specifically for you, you have never heard them from someone else: shining, bubble, ka'ra (star, stars)
of course he says i love you back
he even adds a spice to it, because words are his way of loving, and he loves you a LOT
he sometimes says i adore you or your favorite i draw you in my dreams (only in private though, god forbid for his brothers to hear.)
my man's a poet when it comes to you, which surprised you, because he didn't look very outspoken when you met him
he is still quiet though, he saves his words for you
when words can't describe his love, touch comes into place
now, Echo isn't a big fan of physical stuff, Techno Union made sure of that, but a light squeez on his hand or a kiss on his temple is something he can get used to
the most used thing he does is putting his forehead against yours after an intense job or just an exhausting day
he loves good night and good morning kisses, as well as an afternoon hug from behind
he won't cuddle you at night, he is the most vurnerable in his sleep and when you hug him tightly, it feels like he can't breathe or feels trapped
it's nothing against you, he just likes his space at night
but if you have a nightmare, he will surely spoon you for comfort, just not too tightly
Crosshair
main love language: quality time
other: acts of service
this man is a sucker for some one-on-one
Cross doesn't trust easily, so he needs to get to know you more
and once he takes a liking in you, he wants to know everything there is to tell about you, through and through
every alone time spent together he opens up more and more, you are giving him the time he needs, which he appreciates, but also holding a cards close to your chest, not telling him everything at once, which drives him crazy
but he loves it deep down, it makes him more drawn to you
of course not every hang out is spend by talking, sometimes it's just about each other's presence
you casually help him clean his rifle, he helps you with whatever you need
some days he doesn't feel like talking, but he will be right beside you, watching you work, or just listen to you talk about anything
he likes listening to your rambles, he learns more about you like that, your interests and hobbies as well as bad habits and coping mechanisms
occasionally, he talks about the history of the batch before you joined or some of his favorite missions, you noticed he especially took liking in telling stories where Wrecker gets slightly hurt, smirking a bit when he tells you how he hit his head escaping Separatist's tanks as a distraction, but ended up unconcious
you love to listen to him, mostly being quiet when he talks. you thought that doing some 'ooh, aah's would only make him irritated or if you disturbed him, (which you sometimes wanted, because many missions they had reminded you of some new ones) you feared he would stop talking to you, but that would never happen
sometimes you can't hold yourself and do interrupt him, telling him excitingly what that mission reminded you of. Crosshair isn't mad, he is actually glad you do this sometimes, he takes it as a sign of your listening and interest, even though you apologize after cutting him off
when you left him on Kamino, it broke your heart, but what really shattered it were the silent nights you suddenly had
you were lonely without him and couldn't talk to anyone in the batch the way that you two did, so you found yourself talking to nothing, imagining Crosshair next to you
you didn't know that far away, on Kamino, he did the same
if spending time together doesn't help, Crosshair shows his love through his doings
actions are stronger than words for him, so he makes sure you are loved enough
the most frequent act is pulling you away from possible danger, both by your waist or hand
everytime he senses someone or something uncomfortable, he guards you or pulls you closer to him from it
to do that, he often watches Hunter's reactions in different situations
it is a habit of his you got used to so much that you move to him when you feel unsafe
my boy also makes you coffee or any favorite drink you have after every mission
he remembers how you like it, exactly how you like it
you are convinced that you couldn't now make your favorite drink that perfectly as him, though you taught him in the first place
we need to talk about how much of a gentleman he is though
he pulls chairs out for you, offers a hand if there is an inconvenience in your way, also offering a toothpick when he takes one out for himself (which he now kind of regrets, because he got you addicted to them and that means he has to buy them more frequently), asking you if you are alright after fights, shootings, etc.
still, he likes to be spoiled like that as well, which you do
your basic show of love is buying him new toothpicks (as mentioned before, it is halfly your fault they dissapear so quickly) and you secretly hid them in his pocket where they usually are, not taking credit for purchasing them (that doesn't mean Crosshair is oblivious to that fact, he simply just enjoys your sneaking around to put them there)
what you do automatically now is adjusting the room tempature so he could sleep deeply, as he doesn't often
Crosshair and the others are used to sleeping in a cold environment, due to their life on rainy Kamino, and while others somehow adapted to tempature changes, Crosshair couldn't fall asleep in a warm room
so every night, before you go to sleep, you adjust the tempature to 10°C (50°F), and when you go to sleep after the sharpshooter, sometimes you watch how his position changes immidiately due to his, when you're not too tired
Wrecker
main love language: physical touch
other: words of affirmation
time for this strong man, fun fact: he really loves kisses
small ones mainly, he likes to give you a peck on the cheek everytime you pass him
he is smithered by love and he needs to give it away like this
hugs are also his thing, he gives the best hugs out of every embrace you've ever been in
he usually picks you up and tightly squeezes you, but he is being careful not to squish you
you always put your cheek on his during a hug, that totally doesn't melt his heart or anything, or you whisper in his ear: i love you too cyare (oh yeah, calling him cyare also doesn't affect his entire being whatsoever)
when there is something important going on, he has his hand on your shoulder or holds your hand shamelessly, pissing off Hunter ("Does this feel 'low profile' to you two?" he curses at the sight of you holding hands and Wrecker will always respond back: "Have you ever heard of couples? Dating is not a thing we invented, ask Tech". As Tech is dragged into it, he will either ignore or confirms Wrecker's statement by sighing: "No, that's definitely not a term you invented, Wrecker. Congratulations on winning the argument.")
the strong boy is definitely the big spoon, he lives to scoop you close to him and holding you in the most vulnerable moments (no, it's not a mistake, he lives to do that)
but you did convince him to try the little spoon and he has to admit that it's almost a tie for him
he just adores your little arms trying to get around his shoulders, but he enjoys being wrapped in his lovers hands
yet he still prefers being the big spoon as he is prepared to protect you
if you are not big on physical touch, it doesn't upset him, he gives you time
also, he always ask for consent, even on little kisses
sometimes, he doesn't ask directly, but he slowly moves to you, waiting for your reaction
if you shake your head or take a step back, he stops and just smiles at you or says something sweet
if you smile, nod or move in his direction, he takes it as a yes and will trap you in his hugs and kisses
when he is overly excited or happy from a finished job/mission, he will take you up on his shoulders, carrying you to the Maraurder or to Cid's (although he puts you down before the steps, you both wouldn't fit into the narrow stairwell)
you were surprised when he did it for the first time, but subconsiously expect it now, when he loudly yells something positive
if you really mind physical touch and know you won't warm up to it, he expresses his love by words
he is simple, saying i love you or be careful before missions or when you go out are the basics
he asks you about your day, adding a very cute nickname he has and made for your name (that only he can use. his words not yours) and you ask about his in return (you tried to do the same for him, but the nickname you came up with didn't catch on. maybe Wreckie sounded too childish, but it was good for joking around)
he thinks of you everyday and voices it every evening, saying what reminded him of you today (of course not in private, he needs his brothers to hear)
you always say some sweet phrases to Wrecker whenever you walk by him: you look pretty, hey love, there he is- the man of my desires, etc.
you also reassure him when he's upset. or overwhelmed, which happens often on intense missions. you make sure you are there for him for comfort
he definitely says good morning and good night to you and he makes sure it would be the first and last thing in your day, so he says it extremely early and extremely late, but you don't mind
Wrecker doesn't get insecure about your relationship much, you return his love equaly so he has no reason to, but there are rare moments where he overthinks
he usually puts distance between you and isolates himself when these thoughts occur, that's when you know he is doing it again
for him to snap out of it, you make food for the two of you and sit next to him without a word, you put a blanket over you and just sit and cuddle with him in silence
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