#don't even know if i wanna watch a lets play cause all of those characters piss me off so much

[starlight-phantom]

So I talked to my neighbour and he let me try out Lost Judgment earlier, we played it together for a few hours and... Honest to god, I don't think I can play any more. Practically every character I've met has been infuriating to the point that I've genuinely felt my blood pressure rising.

It's funny how in the first game the big guys with influence and power throwing their weight around and blocking my investigation with either threats, slander or even full on sabotage were annoying but I could handle them and some of them I even began to appreciate as characters, but in this second game? I cannot stand these smarmy, shitty little brats that throw their weight around, bully a poor girl, harass random people on the street and jump Yagami multiple times.

Like it ain't healthy how angry they make me. I had to take a break to breath and calm down 'cause they were annoying me that much. Not to mention that teacher that just treats Yagami like the scum of the earth while barely knowing him...

I know I probably haven't played enough to properly form an opinion but oooh boy, I don't think this game is good for me...

[pomefioredove]

Hiii!! Could you possibly do headcanons of overblot boys + adeuce with a s/o who likes to collect figures or like manga or something along those lines? Also I love your writing you’re awesome sauce. feel free to delete or ignore if you don’t wanna do it!! I understand :3

<3<3 ofc

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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

looking at... [vaguely gestures to Heartslabyul] all that, I can't imagine Riddle has any grounds to complain about knick-knacks or clutter. he literally lives in a minimalist's worst nightmare. he also gives the impression of a collector of odd trinkets. like stamps or antique tea cups. grandma vibes. probably gets you a nice display cabinet for your things

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Ace is a sixteen year old boy who balls and thinks of himself as a lady's man. and, I mean, he loves you, but you can tell what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth. weeeeeeb... then he saves up all year just to gift you that one ridiculously priced figure for your birthday. like I said, he loves you, he just has a very... defensive temperament

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I feel like Deuce is a really good listener (or, at least, he knows how to be quiet when you're talking, unlike a certain other Heartslabyul first year), even if he doesn't quite get it. besides maybe Jack, he's the most willing to watch your favorite shows with you, read your mangas together, hear about each individual trinket you own... even if he still doesn't understand. it makes you happy <3

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Leona is more of a meh guy. "what do you want, a cookie?" is probably in his top ten favorite expressions. things to say when he doesn't care about something. and. listen. he cares about you, he does, but he's not really the type to pretend. he'll let you talk about your collection, though. as long as you're happy with him, you won't seek out Idia and become completely intolerable (his words, not mine!)

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Azul is having flashbacks to all the junk that Jade and Floyd hoard. but, hey: at least your collection isn't of broken toasters or wild mushrooms. he can respect the pride you take in your hobbies, and the care you... wait, how much does all this cost?

...yeah. okay, he understands. definitely not toasters or mushrooms. your room is practically a museum

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[Jamil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you come help me clean up the lounge"

no, he doesn't get it. you haven't said how much all of this costs because you think he might have a heart attack if he saw the numbers, and you keep your belongings tidy enough for him not to stress. so he doesn't complain

(and also because he knows they mean a great deal to you)

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[Vil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you clean up the lounge" lol

he's not exactly jumping for joy when you spend all your allowance on plastic merchandise and picture books. I mean, he's already had to lend you his winter coat, and there was that week you had to stay at Pomefiore because the water at Ramshackle was out... but making purchases seems to make you happy, so he begrudgingly accepts it

there are worse hobbies to have, after all. [side-eyeing Rook]

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I don't even want to write Idia's part. I'm afraid he'll materialize in my room and start fangirling over this (rip idia shroud you would have loved x readers)

but seriously, he's been recommending you his favorite mangas and animes and games. he probably buys you authentic figures that are thousands of thaumarks on a whim 'cause you kinda like the character. very sweet. very thoughtful. when should I book your wedding. etc

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you'd think that Malleus would be astonished? WRONG this guy lives with Lilia "hip with the kids" Vanrouge. who is not only a hoarder, but someone who most certainly has a shelf of manga and figures from his favorite games somewhere in the cavernous hole he calls a room. Malleus has probably gotten him one for his birthday (after the 5 hours it took for him to figure out how to buy things online). so like. it's no big deal to him. if you ever mention wanting new manga or figures or... anything... he will give you twice the amount of thaumarks necessary. he's like that

[scivors]

Andre Nikto head canons

We have little information about Niko but here's what I've gathered..

((Also I'd like to kindly add, hi, hello, my name is Mika and I am a Bosnian. The chances of me adding some accurate slav head canons are always high but never low!!🙏🏻 ALSO IM TERRIBLY OBSESSED WITH NIKTO SO IF ENJOY THIS AND YOU WANT DATING NIKTO HEAD CANONS PLEASE LET ME KNOWWW))

Genuine head canons:

Andre Nikto (Никто) is a (scary) Russian military man, roughly 193/194 centimetres (when you compare him to Simon's height) He suffers with acute dissociative disorder (better said DID) yet is still serving the military cause of how he preforms during battle.., so the military still views him as a ideal soldier for combat despite his disorder..

No hate but from what I've seen in some art works claiming it's his "face reveal" you people have to understand that under his mask, his face is disfigured.. so, no he won't be an attractive super model under that mask of his..

I don't think you people are aware how badass Nikto is as a character, almost SIMILAR as Ghost who's in the military for the same reason as everybody else, to risk their life.

Although judging by Nikto's voice lines, he doesn't care who he's killing..if it were up to him, if his teammates serve him zero purpose he'd care less if they die..(after all, you're just a target..) but being a professional, he can't allow that to happen to his teammates

If you look up closely, Nikto wears a military uniform that is different from everyone else with MP-0 written on it. Now if you don't know, MP stands for Military Police (enforcement agencies connected with, or part of, the military of a state.) and zero next to it meaning "nothing" and this is important which is what Nikto refers himself as..

Yeah so about that..

I have a theory about Nikto's nickname

After being captured and brutally tortured with whatever sick tendency mister Z had in store for him. It was Mister Z that couldn't really get much Information about Andre.

They would start torturing him while repeating to Andre that he's nothing, he's no one, what he is is nothing but what he is is everything. Those words play in the back of his head and they never seen to go away.

(This is extremely relevant cause Mister Z tried to get to know a bit of Andre by looking through some research come to find his citizenship and language are censored making him a nobody. Keep in mind, if he found any information about Andre viewing from personal life etc. it will be used as blackmail..)

After recovering his scars and taken to therapy after 7 years he was diagnosed with DID

NOW moving on to the DID part

(What I said about the fact that people overlook Nikto's disorder, I mean it..

Some don't really write about his disorder which is fine but when someone does it gets messy. )

Alters aren't easy to deal with, it's actually gonna haunt you till the day that you die cause there's no cure for it. And in Nikto's case it's from PTSD and Nikto is very aware of his alters..

Let me tell you how Nikto's disorder affects him. Switching can be consensual, forced or triggered, Nikto values silence as much as the next person cause he's dealing with much inside his head already. The kind of guy that would "watch TV" while dissociating with a 100 yard glare with very slow blinking and a slight headache..

There are times where his personalities would correct him when hes referring to himself (example: I'm up..(his personality correctes him) WE'RE up..)

"He made us do this" (and other voice lines I can't recall..)

Maybe cut bits of an apple with a knife and eat it while watching TV..

He has medication prescribed for him but he didn't wanna depend on medications cause they're just drugs..they're nothing to him but just drugs..

He has dissociative amnesia too, sometimes he would wander around confused maybe even annoyed. The amnesia appears to be caused by traumatic or stressful experiences endured or witnessed..Although the forgotten information may be inaccessible to consciousness, it sometimes continues to influence behavior

Like I said he likes quiet people, someone who doesn't waste their air on small talk..

Example; don't really talk to him about the weather, unless you have something interesting to say but if the conversation is gonna go nowhere , don't talk..he finds that a waste of time

People assume just because he's Russian that he likes vodka, he doesn't like vodka...-He doesn't like any alcoholic beverage cause it makes his problems a lot worse,...maybe If you were lending him some as an offering, he'll take it but he has SOME self control, he's okay with coffee, though..

It's relevant cause he stays awake at late hours since he finds it difficult to sleep, he'll stay up late with no music, nothing, just a silent room. It doesn't matter if he tries the military tactic where you just close your eyes and turn off your thoughts, it's very different when you have voices screaming inside your head...

Despite everything he's still intelligent, so being smart + strength + sharp reflexes and you got yourself a criminal

Death doesn't phase him, but to him death is like sleeping, he's not scared of death considering that he's been through hell those past few months.

He likes the simple things, don't complicate anything..because he's quick with catching an attitude..be blunt and forward and stumble over your words..

Nikto shows confidence in the battlefield,just like König, except he has a high rush of adrenaline and will laugh at the enemies death.

Fun fact: in this one comic Price calls Nikto "psycho"

And it's without a doubt that he is one.., a sadistic, sociopathic, psychopath

After splitting, his alters can and will get more aggressive and do more harm and damage to others cause they're doing the most at protecting the host.. (depending on the alter, some wanna protect him while some wanna hurt him)

Oh by the way about the intelligence part, I mean he has a good good memory with remembering faces..

He doesn't like people looking at him funny, he'll get angry really fast and annoyed at the same time.., he won't show hesitation when it comes to approaching you and asking you what are you looking at (it's like trying to avoid eye contact with a homeless man Infront of a store, that's how scared you would be)

He's slow with jokes or any form of humor that you throw at him??? You'll be excited to tell him a joke, and when you do he just looks at you and tells you never to do that again..,or just straight up tell you he doesn't get it...??? and probably trying to explain it either he gets it or not he'll still tell you that it's not funny

He doesn't argue, or he does? Arguing with him will costs you avoiding getting objects thrown at you so you can get out of his sight..tragic, now you have a teammate that hates your guts and won't apologize for it.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Do you still do pickup lines? If so “Call me bunny cuz I wanna bounce on your lap” to Gaz or Price? Perchance

hell yeah i always love the little quote prompts/starters!! they make great warm-ups and fodder for the daily wordcount. send them, character/situation/au specified or not. pick-up lines are always super fun <3

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"Call me bunny, cause I wanna bounce on your lap."

Gaz smirks. "And why do you want to hop into my lap, bunny?”

"Cause you look like a good time."

“And you look like you’d be trouble.”

“You don’t think you can handle it?”

“Easy, now,” he drawls, letting his gaze rake over you shamelessly. “I never said that. A little trouble keeps things interesting."

You step closer, nudging his knees apart so you can stand between him, looking down at him on his bar stool. He automatically spreads his thighs like it’s the most natural thing in the world to make room for you there. And he keeps eye contact with you as he runs a hand up your leg, ghosting past the hem of your skirt and brushing the underside of your ass so lightly he could claim it was a mistake if you called him on it.

When you don’t, he hums in surprise. “You don’t seem like trouble to me.”

You sense his overconfidence and smile. Men like him—they’re easy. "That's what everyone thinks. Do you plan to feel me up in this bar all night or are you gonna take me home?”

"I'd love to, but I'm here with a buddy. I drove."

"So leave him here."

Huh. It's one thing to banter and tease, but he's not accustomed to that brand of… command. Especially not by some bossy little bunny who sauntered over to claim his lap. Or so you say. "Just ditch my mate and go off with you? That'd be a bit cold."

You lean closer, resting your hand on his chest. When you feel how firm he is, you can't help but squeeze. He must be a soldier at the base nearby. Jackpot. You know how to talk to those types. "It's decisive," you breathe out, your mouth hovering just shy of his. "Shows initiative."

He flexes his pectoral with a lopsided grin. He can play this game too. "Let me guess. You like a man who takes charge?"

You open your mouth to tell him yes, you do, and you don't appreciate being made to wait. Before you can say that, though, his hand catches the back of your thigh and he pulls you right into his lap.

“Hey—!”

He situates your legs perpendicular to his until you get the hint and settle in, leaning against his shoulder.

"Like this?" He gives your thigh a good squeeze—teasing you. Getting under your skin because he’s already starting to feel like you might be fun when you're not getting your way about it.

You huff, cross your legs, and pull the hem of your skirt down as it rides up. "Not what I had in mind, actually, no."

He keeps his hand on your thigh and rubs your soft skin with his calloused fingertips even as you pull your skirt down over them. “Yeah? Then what did you have in mind, bunny?”

"I told you."

"You said you wanted in my lap, and here you are."

Ugh. Whatever. "Fine, be obtuse." You grab his drink and take a swig of it just to spite him.

His grip on you tightens a bit at the casual gesture. He assumes it’s meant to tease him. There’s a glint in his eyes as he watches you dab at the corner of your mouth with his bar napkin like he’s mentally calculating what it will cost you later.

He can’t deny how he’s more interested in you than before. You're rude and it's kinda hot. He wonders what it’d take to make you soft and pliant rather than stubborn and cutting. On the other hand, something about your haughtiness makes him want to press you up against the wall right now and see if he can make you snap at him again.

He signals for the bartender to bring another drink for both of you. Then he leans in, letting his lips brush the back of your ear. "I think you're just impatient to get me into bed."

You glance down to watch his hand edge up your thigh. The buzz of the alcohol in your system isn't much, but it does intensify the heat between your legs at the sight. "I already told you that. You're the one not getting with the program."

"I am,” he counters in a murmur, “but I’m not just going to leave my mate here all alone.” When you look away, he shamelessly lets his hand slide further up. He rubs his thumb up and down, then lets his fingers dig in a bit and give it a good squeeze, just to make you squirm a bit. “Can’t you wait a little while?”

The bartender slides your drinks over. Your eyes light up with interest. "Maybe. If you keep buying me drinks."

“Yeah?” He grabs your drink and takes a sip, just so you’ll have to reach for it when you want it. Work a little harder. If you want to tease him, he’ll tease you back. “And what happens if I don’t? You gonna hop on out of my lap?"

You want to call his bluff so bad. But he's smirking. He has that dimple on one side. And goddamn, if he isn't the hottest guy you've seen here in ages. What's a guy like him even doing in a place like this?

You wipe the expression off your face and ignore how he's holding your drink. "Maybe. Maybe not."

He sees it, though. That squared, petulant set of your shoulders that makes him think you would absolutely leave him here if he pissed you off enough. And he can see why you might be worth the trouble he’d get in if he left his mate here just to take you home. If you got up and walked out the door right now, who knows. Maybe he'd be helpless to resist following you.

But he smiles and plays it cool. They always love a smile. "Be nice to me and I'll buy you the whole bottle, yeah?"

"We'll see."

"Yeah, we will." He pulls you tighter against him and his hand drifts up a bit further under your skirt, high enough to let you know he’s getting bolder. “You know, I never got your name, by the way."

You take the opportunity to steal your drink back from him. "So?"

"So now’s your chance to give it to me."

"Mm, no."

"Come on. That's no fun."

"Too bad. I'll still have plenty of fun."

"You're a rude little thing, aren’t you." He gives your thigh another squeeze. Things will get rougher if you keep being difficult. "Got a mouth on you."

You laugh to yourself as you bring your cocktail to your lips. "You'll see, won't you?"

“Yeah," he mutters, watching you wrap your lips around the straw of your drink and take a sip.

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follow-up smut/part 2 here <3

more Gaz / masterlist

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can I just have a small bit of headcanons or a Drabble on your pick of multi Gotham boys and their hands? Like I dunno if this is weird or not but kinda like just a dive down on what their hands feel like, who’s are soft and who’s are rough, who has vein hands, who has calloused hands. Just that kind of stuff please?🙏🤭🥺 (reason being of a specific hand edit I saw on tiktok ��, also don’t feel obligated to do this if you don’t wanna. I completely understand.)

'FLESH, [hand! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Jonathan Crane

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; gotham villains and how they use their hands on reader ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Not pure porn but smut. Suggestive. Might be the most vanilla thing i've written? but I love this request so much and I AM A SLUT for these men. Canon typical violence for Victor, Oswald getting a little rough ;)

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

I know what you're thinking.

Oswald's hands? Out of every Gotham man I could've chosen???

YES. YES OSWALD'S HANDS. Have you seen this mans HANDS? Whether they are on a knife, or in those red gloves, or if he's leaning forward on them? All predatory like...

Not to mention...the VEINS. In almost every scene I've seen of this man? His hands are VEINY. Skinny bird man is not living up to that penguin stereotype, especially not in the earlier seasons.

God- just the way he stirs the wine glass or glass of brandy. Yeah. He's thinking and wishing it was your thighs he was holding, staring into the golden swirls.

The man has some issues with being nervous during sex, but when he lets loose he lets LOOSE. And he becomes feral, desperate, grinding and PAWING for every part of you he can kiss and hold and worship.

C'mon. We see the way he grips that cane of his. The way he holds the custom made knife. The way he gets his knuckles all bloody from hitting Fish or doing his own dirty work in season 1.

Also...going back to those red gloves of his. Could you imagine? Him making you grind yourself into the palm of his hand, watching you, mesmerized at the feeling of skin on leather.

He just wants to watch you writhe from pleasure. His little true love all needy for him and his hands. Gah.

He's so flustered, by the way, if you tell him you like his hands. He's sputtering, and asking why, but that little cheeky (and villainous mastermind) part of him is making a note to use them even more.

"You-," He says with a bit of an unbelieving smile, brows furrowed, voice wavering before his face turns to a look of complete shock, "You want me to what?"

Don't get him wrong, he's listening intently to your wishes, he just looks like he's seen a ghost at your vulgarity. He's not used to being wanted.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough / This spark of black that I seem to love.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

This man might have the most iconic hands out of EVERYONE on this list.

I mean, c'mon now. When you think of leather-clad knuckle-less gloves, who do you think of?

The man, the myth, the legend himself. Victor Zsasz has the hands of a working man and he likes to use them.

These are the same hands he carries his guns in, the same trigger finger that will pump inside you while you mewl around him.

In all seriousness, though, he LOVES his hands too. They are his favorite part of his body. Without his hands, what would he be able to do? He's skilled with them. Pleasuring you with them is no different.

They are slightly calloused from the sharp edges of the guns he holds, but he's learned to use his gloves to protect them. Regardless, the old scars and marks from when he was just a boy playing with a tec-9 still remain.

Also, he canonically wears rings when we first see him in the show. Yeah, he's using that to his advantage.

You'll feel the cold metal as he drags a finger along your spine, watching you shiver. He'll do that lazy side-smirk, breathing heavily as he watches you arch up into him just from a touch.

Don't tell him you love his hands. Please, for the sake of the zsaszettes having to suffer a total EGO trip. He's taking it in stride.

But if you do happen to mention it...he's bragging about it.

Every time he gets complimented on a nice shot, he's bring you up.

I can imagine him holding someone hostage, whether its Jim or someone else. He notices them staring at the gun in his hand, full of fear, and he'll look flattered.

"Oh? Are you staring at my hands? Sorry, I'm taken." He's mentioning, off-hand, to the rando he's kidnapped. It doesn't matter if the hostage is a full on 50 year old man. "My girlfriend says she loves my hands. Y'know, life's work, and all that."

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “This is not the way into my heart, into my head. / Into my brain, into none of the above.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

Okay, maybe i’m just a monster fucker, but HEAR ME OUT!!

Uncut nails behind those talons of his on his costume. On or off.

Sometimes, he’ll be fully clothed, drawing scratch-marks into your skin, lowly humming in pleasure. That little spark of fear in your eyes when he draaaaaags down just right makes him go crazy.

He can’t help it. You’re his armeggedon, his muse, his savior all in one. The remedy to his madness…and you get all worked up from just a touch. It strokes his ego, like Victor, but he’s quieter about it.

Dirt beneath his fingernails, callouses and blisters from working with those damned poisons. He’s suffered a chemical burn or two, and you’ll see the small circle scars on his knuckles.

You’re like his personal test subject. He likes to study you- watch your expressions when he glides his nails down your skin, almost touching you- but not quite.

Surprisingly a tease when he finds out. He’s nonchalant. He won’t let you see the sheer arousal simmering beneath the surface.

But boy, it’s there. His heavy breathing. It affects him just as much as it effects you. The chill down your back, the shivers left in his wake. He takes his time edging playing with you.

You might need to ask him to cut them lowkey because they can be kinda painful when he’s fingering you. Or…if you’re into that little sting of pain while his tongue massages your clit through his mask.

He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s filthy.

“There you go, little mouse. You like it, don’t you?” He pauses, in thought, while you grind for friction like a cat in heat against his finger tips. “I wonder…where I should sink my claws into you next?”

That damned deep voice of his…the subtle curl of his fingers inside you. Before you know it, he’s pumping in and out, trying to elicit the most vulgar reactions from you. He can’t help it. For a man who prides himself on control…he looses it all when he’s with you.

[satansamwriting]

Mk characters reacting to their GN s/o wearing their hats

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Characters : Erron Black, Kung Lao, Raiden

I wrote this because whenever I play MK, I would always wonder what it would be like to wear the hats of those boys.

Mostly because of Kung Lao since I absolutely adore seeing him fight with his hat. It's so funny and cool and I really wanna try it.

Hopefully you'll enjoy those silly little Headcanons. I had a blast writing them. Oh and if you want, tell me in the comment which hat would you be tempted to try/steal the most out of the three? I'm curious :)

Also I discovered while writing those that I had a thing for throwing hats in the air. Don't know why, I just think it looks cool xD.

As usual disclaimer: English ain't my native language so there might be mistakes in this. I'm trying my best to correct them as I see them.

TW : mention of death, blood and decapitation in Erron story

Please enjoy 😊

Erron Black

Something that was established during the early days of your relationship was that Erron loves his hat.

No one is allowed to touch, wear or even go near his hat.

Will rarely take it off.

Would shoot anyone who dares take the hat.

Would take immense care of it.

You wondered what it would feel like to wear it but feared the wraith of your partner.

However, the hat is free real estate if you find it on the ground during battle and the cowboy is too far away from it and distracted.

Then you wouldn’t hesitate to put it on.

You would feel pretty badass with it.

Now entering shitty cowboy jokes mode

You'd try your best and fail miserably to do a cowboy accent. 

Erron would never admit it but it would become his favourite thing, seeing you with his hat. 

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Screams of agony and rage echoed around the arena. An uprising caused by some rebels not happy with Kotal Kahn being in power was taking place. The Kahn, having safely left the vicinity, entrusted his most brave and fearsome soldiers to fend off the remaining troublemakers. Aka, (Y/n) and Erron, accompanied by a small group of Outworld soldiers, stayed behind to clean the arena. The fight had proven to be somewhat more difficult then they had previously anticipated. Somewhere during the battle, someone managed to knock Erron's hat off. He wasn't bothered by it at the time as he was more focused on winning the kombat and staying alive. However, once his enemy was defeated, he quickly noticed the missing item.

Erron, slightly annoyed by this, scanned the arena but couldn’t find his hat. Not until his eyes landed on his partner.

They were further away from him, fighting against their own opponent. The dust flying around made it hard to see clearly but he knew from the shape of it that, resting on their head, was his hat.

To say that Erron found the sight of them punching a man while wearing the item incredibly hot, was an understatement.

As the rebellion died down, Erron allowed himself to be distracted by their fight. He watched from the sideline as (Y/n) grabbed the hat and threw it above them.

The action drew the attention of the man they were fighting against upwards, his eyes unconsciously following the hat trajectory. Taking the opportunity, they sliced the distracted man's head off. Blood splattered on their face but that didn't seem to bother them.

As the man lay dead, they caught the falling hat and in a smooth gesture placed it back on their head. In the distance, noises of spurs approaching made them turn to the side, tilting the hat toward Erron.

"Howdy partner"

Seeing the giant grin on (Y/n)'s face made the gunslinger's heart skip a beat. Splashes of blood covered their face but his hat had remained spotless. Even when fighting, they took great care not to let the hat get dirty. Behind them, the last rebel died, earning various cries of triumph from the soldiers of the Kahn all around. Erron kept staring at his partner, still not processing how gorgeous they were with his hat on. As they were about to remove the hat to return it to its original owner, a hand stopped them.

"Keep it"

Erron would never admit it out loud that he enjoyed seeing (Y/n) with the headwear. Besides, he had plenty of spared ones. One less wouldn't hurt.

“Much obliged darlin’ ”

Groaning with their attempt at sounding like a cowboy, Erron walked away. He could still hear (Y/n) laughing as they followed behind.

Kung Lao

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You won’t see him without it

Unless it’s to shower or sleep

Takes great care of his hat since well it’s his weapon.

Would feel hesitant to let you touch it after he’s sharpened the edge.

You absolutely love to see him fight with it cuz you find him both attractive and badass while he does

You do express the desire to try it but never get around to trying it

Blame Raiden for always taking your boy out for training or missions

You happened to stumble upon the hat one day at the temple with Kung Lao nowhere to be seen.

You wouldn’t skip a beat before taking hold of the weapon and putting it on.

Liu Kang would find you later and the two of you would start training.

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Kung Lao leaned on one of the temple support beams, arms crossed over his chest. From afar, he watched as his partner blocked one of Liu Kang’s flaming fits with his hat.

Earlier that day, Kung Lao had been meditating peacefully with his trusted hat placed beside him, when one of the elderly monks came to him for help. Thinking it would only take a few minutes, Kung Lao had left his hat in its spot and followed the other monk.

The errant took longer than he had anticipated but was done fairly quickly nonetheless. However, once he came back to his meditation place, the hat was gone. Puzzled, he had searched the surrounding area to no avail. Sure, the shaolin monk could have summoned his weapon back to him no problem, but a small voice inside him told him to keep looking around.

He had been near the training ground when he heard the telltale sound of his hat hitting the ground. Because yes this man can recognize the sound of his weapon hitting things.

The sight that welcomed him inside the area almost made him laugh. He wasn’t surprised to see (Y/n) wearing his hat, since he knew fully well about their desire to try the weapon.

Quietly observing the friendly match, Kung Lao was rather impressed. (Y/n) seemed fairly comfortable with his weapon, even imitating some of his own moves flawlessly. A soft smile appeared on Kung Lao's face at the thought of them studying him carefully whenever they would come to watch him train.

Raiden stopped by after a while. Arms crossed behind his back, the Thunder God joined Kung Lao in observing the match.

The Shaolin monk felt a sense of proudness inside him. His partner was wielding his weapon and keeping up with the chosen one. The sight was truly beautiful.

Unaware of the two spectators in the back, (Y/n) had their full attention on Liu Kang, dodging his attacks one after the other.

Wanting to try something crazy, they threw the hat up in the air before sliding underneath Liu Kang's parted legs. Upon straightening up behind the chosen one, their foot connected with the falling hat. Liu Kang barely managed to avoid the weapon as it flew past him and lodge itself in the temple’s wall.

The man turned to face (Y/n), surprised yet amused by the event. There, on Liu Kang’s shoulder, was a small cut left by the hat as it went by him. Which only meant one thing.

“First person to leave a mark on the other is the winner, so this means I won” They exclaimed with a giant smile on their face.

At that moment, Kung Lao made his presence known by clapping. Summoning his hat back to him, he walked toward his partner, Raiden not far behind. Fondness in his eyes, he picked them up and kissed their forehead as a reward.

" You were amazing!"

Lets just say that from then on, Kung Lao would let (Y/n) train with his hat just so he could enjoy watching them kick ass with it.

Raiden

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It's more of a fashion accessory than a necessity

Like Erron and Kung Lao, he would rarely remove it tho

Heck, you don’t even think you’ve seen Raiden’s hair once in the long time you’ve known him.

But if you had to guess, they would be white like his brother.

Or he was simply bald.

The idea of stealing the God's hat did pop up in your head more than once

But the thought of pissing off a God for stealing his shit didn’t sound good in your mind.

So you left it to that.

Raiden would sometimes catch you glancing up at his hat and wondered about the meaning of this.

You'd pretty much given up about the hat.

Until the day the hat literally landed in your hand.

It was a particularly windy day at the temple. As (Y/n) roamed around the place without anything better to do, they sighted something strange flying in the wind. Curious about the object, (Y/n) followed it until it was low enough for them to grab it.

Upon closer inspection, the object revealed itself to be a hat. A hat that they knew very well. But the God of Thunder was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t worry little hat, I’ll bring you back to your owner”

Putting the hat on their head, (Y/n) went on a quest to find Lord Raiden and return the lost item. At least, that’s what they had in mind at first. However, they found themselves quickly distracted from the task as they wandered around the temple.

Somewhere during their search, a monk approached them asking for help to move stuff from one place to another. Being the kindred heart that they were, (Y/n) agreed to help the monk. After a while, they were finally done with the task and went back to their search, the monk thanking them as they left.

This went on and off during the day, with monks asking for help or errants and (Y/n) agreeing. To a point where they had completely forgotten about the hat sitting on their head.

Evening rolled around eventually. Exhausted from their day, (Y/n) found themselves sitting in an isolated part of the temple while nursing a cup of green tea. The wind had settled into a nice breeze which gently brushed against them.

“Good evening (Y/n)”

Looking to the side, their eyes fell on a rare sight. Approaching them was Lord Raiden.There was an air of calmness around the God as he came to an alt next to them. Hands behind his back, he titled his head slightly, making a few strands of hair come loose from the quickly made ponytail. (Y/n) stared, feeling their heartbeat quicken. They could see Raiden's hair and as they had guessed, his hair was indeed white but shorter than they had thought it would be.

Noticing their lack of response, (Y/n) cleared their throat as a way to hide their embarrassment from staring a bit too long. Carefully placing the cup to the side, they stood.

“Thunderbolt, I was looking for you earlier! But it appeared that I got sidetracked and forgot about it.”

Seeing their partner had reminded them of their initial quest.

“ I appeared to have found your hat and wished to return it to you.”

(Y/n) gently took off the item and handed it to Raiden. They had grown somewhat accustomed to the weight of the hat over the hours. So much so that, now with the item gone, they felt weirdly naked.

“It would seem you have taken a liking to it. It suits you well.”

Taking the offered hat in his hand, Raiden thanked his partner for keeping the object safe until it was returned to him. However, the God seemed to hesitate for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the helm of the hat.

"Perhaps you should keep an eye on it for a little longer."

Raiden lifted the hat and gently placed it back upon (Y/n) head. Satisfied, the God of Thunder walked away. Raiden would later deny it to his brother that the mere sight of them wearing his hat made his heart beat faster.

Standing there, the tea long forgotten, (Y/n) watched as Raiden turned the corner. Did he just flirted with them? Touching the hat as if to make sure this wasn't all a dream, they laughed. Who were they to refuse a gift from a God.

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Later that night, they would force Raiden to lay down, his head on their laps, so they could marvel and play with his hair.

[blakeswritingimagines]

That's Show Biz, Kid

Summary: Husk always seemed off with you, never like how he was around the others in the hotel almost as if with you... he was hiding something darker just below the surface.

Warnings: Dub-Con, Manipulative Husk, Fingering, Mention of drinking (It's Husk), Slight Begging, No protected PnV, PWP.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hazbin Hotel characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 3.3k

The night air was thick with tension as you and Husk found yourselves alone, the rest of the hotel having retired for the night. Husk leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning you with a mixture of caution and desire. "You know, you're not like the others," Husk murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He watched you all night as if he had been waiting for something while you remained unaware.

You turned your head slightly, catching Husk's gaze with a curious expression. You hadn't noticed being observed earlier, too caught up in your own thoughts and everyone else. "What do you mean?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side. Your tone showed a hint of vulnerability, despite your best efforts to remain guarded. You couldn't quite put your finger on why Husk's attention felt both unsettling and intriguing. Husk took another sip of his liquor before setting the bottle down on the counter. His eyes never left yours, studying your features intently. "There's something��� different about you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Most of 'em are here for the wrong reasons. But you…" His words trailed off, replaced by a deep sigh. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the pull of attraction towards you that he wasn't ready to acknowledge but use to his advantage. You blinked slowly, taking in every detail of Husk's face. Something was captivating about his intense stare, even if it made you uneasy. "Wrong reasons? What do you mean?" you questioned, leaning forward slightly. You were intrigued by what Husk might say next, despite yourself. His proximity was starting to affect you, causing a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

Husk leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Most of 'em are just here to party, get drunk, and screw around. They don't give a damn about redemption." His hand brushes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "But you… I can sense something deeper. Like maybe you actually wanna change. Wanna be better." His eyes bore into yours as the heat in his belly came tenfold, searching for answers. "How about I personally help you?" Your heart pounded in your chest, and you swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. You didn't know how to respond to Husk's directness, especially considering his touch still lingered on your skin. "I… I'm not sure what you mean," you stammered out, your voice barely audible. Husk chuckles lowly, his fingers trailing along your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I can make you feel real good, sweetheart. Help you forget all about those pesky sins weighing you down." His hand slides further up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder. "All you have to do is be good for me and say yes." The warmth of Husk's breath sent a jolt straight to your core, making you squirm slightly in your seat. You bit your lip, torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer. "But I… I need to focus on my own path," you finally managed to say, though your resolve seemed to waver.

Husk pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze was piercing and intense. "Your path, huh?" He muses aloud, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds boring." He reaches across the counter, his hand cupping your cheek gently. "Let me show you a new kind of pleasure. One that'll make you forget all about your damn path." His thumb strokes your jawline softly, coaxing a reaction from deep within. The sensation of his touch sends a rush of heat coursing through your veins, and before you know it, you find yourself leaning into his caress. "Maybe…" you whisper, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his charm. Husk smirks, pleased with your weakening resistance. "That's a start," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to grasp your wrist firmly. "Now, let's go somewhere more private." With a swift tug, he pulls you off the stool and leads you towards a dimly lit corner of the bar where no prying eyes could watch. Your heart races as Husk guides you into the secluded area, his grip on your wrist unyielding. The anticipation builds within you, a heady mixture of nerves and desire. As he presses you against the wall, you find yourself trapped between his solid frame and the cool surface behind you. Husk's body presses flush against yours, every curve and contour fitting perfectly. His breath hitches ever so slightly as he looks down at you, his eyes burning with lustful intent. "This is going to be fun," he whispers huskily, his hands roaming freely over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

The feeling of his hands exploring your body ignites a fire inside you, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. You let out a soft moan, unable to contain the surge of pleasure coursing through you. "I've never been with someone like you before… I don't think I want-," you confess, your voice laced with vulnerability. Husk silences your words with a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively. His other hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing the lines of your stomach until he reaches the hem of your pants. With deft fingers, he begins to undo them, his actions deliberate and calculated. Breaking away from the kiss momentarily, he leans in close to whisper hotly into your ear. "Shhh… Let me take care of everything tonight." The sultry promise in his voice sends shivers down your spine, leaving you breathless and wanting more. As he continues to undress you, When he steps back to admire his handiwork, you can't help but feel exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely empowered by his intense gaze. Husk takes a step back, admiring the sight of you half-dressed. His lips curl into a devilish grin as he slowly unbuttons his own trousers, allowing them to fall gracefully to the floor. He then steps closer once again, pressing his naked lower body against yours. His erection prods against your belly, reminding you of what’s to come. "Don’t worry," he coos in your ear, "It’ll be worth it, I promise."

You tremble under Husk's touch, his words and actions clouding your judgment. Despite your initial reservations, the heat of his arousal against your skin stirs a forbidden hunger within you. "Please…" you whimper, unsure if you're begging for him to stop or continue. The dichotomy of your desires leaves you lost and yearning for more of his intoxicating presence. Husk smirks, amused by your hesitation. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet already. We've barely even started and you're already trembling like a leaf." His hand trails up your thigh, teasingly close to your most intimate area. "Come on. Live a little. Indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. No one has to know." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Just relax and let me take control. I promise you won't regret it." Your mind races with conflicting thoughts, but the warmth spreading through your body from his touch makes it hard to think straight. The temptation of giving yourself over to him is too great to resist. With a sigh, you nod slightly, signaling your acquiescence. "Okay," you breathe out. A satisfied chuckle escapes from Husk as he senses your surrender. He wastes no time in taking advantage of your submission, his hands boldly exploring your body while his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His fingers dance along the edge of your panties, teasingly close to where you ache for his touch. "That's my good baby," he murmurs approvingly before nipping gently at your lobe.

A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation of his teeth grazing your earlobe. Your breath hitches, and you find yourself arching subtly into his touch, craving more of the pleasure he's offering. The heat between your thighs intensifies, and you can feel your core clenching in anticipation. "More," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Encouraged by your eager response, Husk slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, finally making contact with your slick folds. His thumb brushes against your clit, circling slowly as he delves deeper, feeling how wet you already are for him. "Seems like someone's been waiting to sin again," he teases, his voice dripping with lustful intent. The sensation of his thumb on your clit sends waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, not wanting to draw attention to what you're doing. But the urge to give yourself over completely to the moment becomes too strong to resist. "Fuck…," you groan softly, your hips instinctively bucking towards his hand, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

Husk revels in your reactions, finding delight in the way your body responds to his every move. His thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit, while his index finger slides inside you, curving to stroke that sweet spot within you. "Like that, huh?" he asks, his voice thick with arousal. "Letting go of all those inhibitions… It's quite the turn-on." The words slip past your lips almost involuntarily, a mix of pleasure and frustration coloring your tone. "Please…," you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus entirely on the sensations he's evoking within you. "Don't stop…" The sound of your plea spurs Husk on, his movements becoming more deliberate and insistent. His thumb applies increased pressure to your clit, while his finger pumps in and out of you rhythmically. "I wouldn't dream of stopping," he assures you, his own breathing growing heavier with each passing second. Your climax builds rapidly under Husk's skilled ministrations. The tension coiling tight in your belly threatens to snap at any moment, leaving you teetering on the edge of blissful release. "Oh god… I'm close…" you gasp out, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as your entire world narrows down to the feeling of Husk's hand on you. Hearing your confession, Husk smirks to himself, knowing exactly what effect he's having on you. He quickens the pace of his thumb on your clit, while his finger thrusts deeper into your pussy, searching for that perfect angle to tip you over the edge. "Come for me," he commands huskily, his own arousal reaching new heights at the thought of watching you unravel before him.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with such intensity that you can barely process it. A loud cry escapes your lips, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. Your body convulses with pleasure, your walls clenching tightly around Husk's fingers as waves of euphoria ripple through you. Husk watches intently as your body surrenders to the overwhelming ecstasy, your cries of pleasure music to his ears. He continues to stimulate you through your climax, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until you collapse against the counter, spent and panting. With a satisfied smirk, he withdraws his hand from between your thighs, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Delicious," he purrs, savoring the taste of your essence. Your breath hitches as Husk licks your juices off his fingers, the sight sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through you. You're still trembling slightly from your orgasm, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. "That was… incredible," you manage to say, your voice shaky with aftershocks of pleasure. Husk leans back, his eyes never leaving yours as he wipes the remaining moisture from his chin. "Glad I could please you," he replies, his tone dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. He takes another swig from his bottle, the action casual despite the intense situation they've just shared.

You lean back against the wall, your legs still a bit unsteady from the intense orgasm. As you stand, you notice the bulge in Husk's pants, a clear indication of his own arousal. Despite the fact that he just brought you to climax, a twinge of jealousy sparks within you at the thought of him touching anyone else. "So, um, how often do you… entertain guests like this?" you ask, trying to keep your tone light despite the sudden pang of stupidity for letting him do whatever he wanted. Husk raises an eyebrow at your question, clearly amused by your sudden interest. "I don't normally take requests," he admits, his voice low and teasing. "But I must admit, your company is… quite enjoyable, little guest." His gaze flickers down to your chest once again, a hungry look in his eye that suggests he'd be more than willing to continue their 'session'. Your heart races at his words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flooding through you. "Well, uh, maybe we could… explore that further?" you suggest, biting your lip nervously. The thought of being touched by someone who understands what you need is both terrifying and exhilarating.

A slow grin spreads across Husk's face, revealing his sharp teeth. "Exploring sounds like fun," he agrees, setting his bottle aside and standing up to close the distance between you. His hands find your hips, pulling you closer until you can practically hear the crackle of electricity between your bodies. "Now beg for it." Your breath catches in your throat at his command, the roughness of his voice sending another wave of desire coursing through you. "Please, Husk," you whisper, looking up into his eyes with a pleading expression. "Touch me again." Husk chuckles darkly at your plea, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulls you flush against his body. The hardness of his erection presses against your belly, evidence of his own growing need. "As you wish," he murmurs before leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. You melt into the kiss, your hands coming up to tangle in Husk's fur as you deepen the connection. His tongue explores your mouth with a hunger that mirrors your own, stoking the flames of your desire higher. When he finally breaks away, you're left panting and aching for more. "Take me to bed," you breathe, your voice thick with lust. "I need you inside me." He sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands making quick work of your remaining clothing.* "Let's get rid of these pesky barriers, shall we?" He murmurs, his fingers trailing teasingly along your skin as he undresses you fully. Soon enough, you're both naked, your bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and heated flesh. "You're absolutely exquisite," Husk breathes, his gaze roaming hungrily over your curves. "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight, little guest."

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, your core clenching in anticipation. You reach out to stroke his cheek, marveling at the softness of his fur despite his intimidating demeanor. "Promise me you won't hold back," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel every inch of you, all of your power and passion unleashed upon me." His eyes flash with a feral intensity, a growl rumbling deep within his chest. "Oh, I promise you that," he replies, his voice dripping with lust. He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his throbbing cock pressing against you teasingly. With a swift thrust, he enters you completely, filling you to the brim with his size. "Fuck…you're tight," he groans, beginning to move slowly, savoring each inch of pleasure as he sinks deeper into your warmth. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he fills you, the sensation of being stretched and claimed by his impressive length sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper still, craving every inch of his thickness. "Yes, just like that," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to move. Each slow, deliberate thrust sends sparks of pleasure racing along your nerves, building the tension coiling in your core. "More," you beg, your hips rising to meet his. "Harder, Husk. Make me yours."

With a snarl of approval, Husk complies, picking up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force. His wings flare out, creating a cool breeze that contrasts sharply with the heat of their bodies colliding. "You like that, huh?" he taunts, his grip on your thighs tightening almost painfully. He leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting down hard enough to elicit a yelp from you before soothing the sting with his tongue. "You're going to cum so hard for me, aren't you?" Your moans crescendo with each punishing thrust, your entire body quivering under his relentless assault. "God, yes!" you cry out, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of release. Your walls clench around him instinctively, milking him for more of that delicious friction. "I'm close," you pant, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't stop…don't ever fucking stop." The pleasure of your tightness gripping him drives Husk wild, his own climax approaching rapidly. "You want it? Take it," he growls, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in rough circles, determined to push you over the brink. "Cum for me, little guest," he commands, his voice thick with lust. "Let go."

With a final, brutal thrust, Husk pushes you past the point of no return. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out as pleasure consumes every cell in your body. You scream his name, your voice was raw and hoarse, as your inner muscles spasm wildly around him. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes through you, each pulse dragging you further under until you're left a shuddering, gasping mess. As the aftershocks slowly subside, you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent and sated. Feeling your climax trigger his own, Husk lets out a deep, guttural groan as his seed spills inside you. His movements slow to a halt, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. He collapses atop you, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he pants heavily. "Fuck," he curses softly, his voice muffled against your shoulder. After a moment, he pulls away slightly, looking down at you with a smug grin. "That what you wanted?" Lying there in the aftermath, basking in the lingering warmth of the combined releases, you meet Husk's gaze with a lazy, satisfied smirk. "Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted," you confirm, reaching up to stroke a hand through Husk's mussed hair. "You certainly didn't disappoint." Your fingers trail down to cup Husk's cheek, tilting his head up for a slow, sensual kiss. When you finally break apart, your eyes glint with mischief. "But don't think this means I'm going easy on you. We're far from done here."

Husk chuckles low in his throat, the sound rumbling against your palm. He captures your wrist, bringing it to his lips to press a quick, biting kiss to the sensitive skin before releasing it. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," he purrs, his own hunger already starting to stir again. He rolls off the bed, standing tall and stretching languidly, his muscles flexing beneath his fur. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart. And I aim to give you every last bit of it." With a wicked grin, he saunters towards the bathroom, pausing to glance back over his shoulder. "Get comfortable. This is gonna take a while."

[restinslices]

Yo, still waiting for that if Tomas was a sub one (canon tbh)

Cannot believe I forgot. Y’all can boo me

Imma just come out and say it. He's such a whiny sub

There are characters that give me dom vibes but I think them as subs would be fun. There are characters that give me switch vibes. Tomas gives me only sub vibes. I don't detect a dom in there. idk, that's just me tho

So needy and whiny it'd probably throw you off when you see him doing anything other than begging you to touch him 

Cannot handle teasing at all. He's ok with teasing you but breaks easily when you tease him 

Honestly he can't backup any of the shit he talks. 

One of those subs who need attention at all times. Even if you're not interacting with him, he still wants you in the area 

Kinks I think he'd have are barebacking, biting, humiliation (a HUGE one and imma stand on it), breath play, collaring (in private), impact play, sex toys and sensory deprivation 

I just feel like he's a slut in disguise. Where's my proof? I made it the fuck up. I'm doing this for US 

If you have female anatomy he's also getting pegged. IDC IDC 

Humiliation is a big one for him because he knows it's still a safe space. You can taunt him about how he's a slut, write things on him, make him get off with something unusual, ect. but at the end of day you still love him and it's all for fun. 

You can tell when he's needy ‘cause he's extremely close to you. He follows you around normally, but he's right on your heels 

To torture him more you can pretend you have no idea what he wants. He knows you know and you know he knows, but watching him try to ignore how he feels ‘cause he doesn't wanna say it out loud is priceless. 

He also has a tendency to say he can't take anymore but in reality he wants you to keep going. This is a big guy, he can take it. 

There's two good punishments for him; Cockwarming and overstimulation 

Cockwarming because he can't handle teasing. It's so simple but he can't stand it and doesn't know which is worse; when you're inside of him (actual dick or strapon, doesn't matter) or when he's inside of you. Either way, it doesn't take long for him to apologize for whatever he's done and beg you to fuck him already. 

For overstimulation he gets turned on and cums pretty easily so it wouldn't take that much to overstimulate him. 

These two go well together. Cockwarming then overstimulation as a “isn't this what you wanted?”

What would make this better is quizzing him on something. His brain stops working when he's horny so quizzing him on Lin Kuei principles or something else he for sure knows adds to it. 

He knows he knows the answer but his brain is a fog. It kinda puts the punishment in his hands but that adds to the torture. If he could figure this out, then you'd actually fuck him (or you'd stop fucking him if you do this while overstimulating him)

As I'm typing this I thought of another thing that can be both a punishment but also something he enjoys. Dryhumping. Listen to me and listen to me well-

I can see him coming up behind you when you're alone and rubbing against you to let you know he's needy. And if you told him to keep going, he'd cum but it's not what he really wants to do. 

So him being in trouble and being forced to rub against you but not be inside you or have you inside him would drive him nuts. 

Aftercare for him would be showering together, cuddling and reassuring him you didn't mean any of the negative things you said. Especially after an intense punishment, he needs to hear you don't actually think negatively of him and you love him. 

Also reading together depending on the day. Just something really chill to pull him back to reality. 

I just realized he has the least amount of words so here are afterthoughts to fix that

I know I've called him whiny multiple times but I genuinely think sometimes he can't even form coherent sentences. All that comes out are noises 

Tries not to pout but does so anyway 

He can get off just from giving head 

Loves you leaving marks on him as long as he can cover it up. He can't be scrapping and the enemy sees a hickey on his neck

Tries to sneakily break rules. For example, if a rule is “no touching yourself when I'm gone” he'll do it anyway and try to get rid of the evidence. He'll shower, change clothes, clean any toy he used and whatever else he has to do but you somehow always know. 

Tomas is not the best liar and has some habits he does when lying, like tapping his fingertips together so you find out that way or from actually catching him and pretending you didn’t

The type to break rules on purpose if you haven't been giving him attention and then be surprised when actions have consequences 

Will call you whatever title you prefer if you don't just wanna go by your name

Like his brothers, he for sure could just throw you off but he never does. It adds to the fun. He's a skilled assassin but if you said “jump” he'd ask “how high?”

The best sub to have if you want one whos so pathetically in love with you but can be a little shit sometimes 

Even after his punishments, he keeps apologizing to make sure you're not actually mad at him. 

Probably begs you to cum inside him anyway you can

I see him and start tweaking fr

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Rafayel x Reader - Blurbs

A/n: might be a bit of a hot take lmao but Rafayel isn’t my favorite character 😂.

For some reason, I feel like Rafayel would have a weird pull near creatures of the sea

Like if he ever took you to the aquarium, you’d be real surprised

As he leads you through the aquarium, you both decide to rest on the bench

“This was a great idea, Rafayel. I had no idea there was an aquarium.”

“It’s the most expensive too. They have every sea animal you could think of.”

You smile as he basks in your compliment of his choice of a date. Then you notice something. You place a hand on his shoulder and point at the aquatic critters through the glass.

“Rafayel, they are just looking at you? Is this like a Lemurian thing?”

He nods before speaking. “Yes, they recognize me as a Lemurian. Technically a Lemurian God.”

A group of school kids pass by, looking at the both of you in awe. Rafayel lightly taps your palm as if to say ‘watch this’. He raises his hand in the air and then snaps, causing the aquatic animals to scurry off. A bunch of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ and other words of amusement tumbled out the children’s mouths.

Soon their teacher gathers them and continues with their tour. Most of them continue to look at Rafayel as they are led away from the scene. A smile appears on your face as you turn to your lover.

“It’s very sweet of you to do that for those kids. They’ll be talking about it all day.”

“I know, I’ll be the talk of the school.”

You stretch and then stand from the bench. You outstretch your palm to him with an upturned lip.

“Let’s continue where we left off, I wanna see the whale sharks and manta rays.”

---Added Part---

Now we all know Rafayel's worst enemy!!

Cats...

He cannot stand or be next to cats

He's so fucking silly and weird but whatever

You want to help him grow as a man

So, you invite him over to your apartment

"Welcome in, make yourself at home." "Can do. Wanna watch a-" You heard him stop in his tracks, your cat appeared and is now right beside him. "Rafayel, it's okay. This is c/n, he's very sweet." The way the fish man looks over at you makes your heart melt. His lips are pouted, and his eyes are big but still darting between you and c/n. "Y/n, you know damn well I don't like cats." "This is a growing experience, please just try for me. I'll sit in between you and c/n." "Fine." "Cool, let's watch a movie." During the movie, he keeps side-eyeing your cat and making sure it doesn't even think about moving closer to him. "Rafayel, you can pet him y'know." "Absolutely not." "Ok but how are you supposed to get over your fear." He sighs and then reaches his pointer finger over to your cat. C/n simply sniffs his finger and Rafayel already looks like he's about to pass out. "Ok, ok. You can retract your hand. I don't need you passing out on me."

In my writer opinion as a person who loves cats and plays LADS...

Rafayel is a pussy!

Again for the people in the back:

RAFAYEL IS A PUSSY!!!!

[liaarxse]

hiii I love your work and you're probably busy with a lot of requests but,, I was wondering if you could mayyybe do a super tough, neutral, intimidating but chill s/o with the sweetest hidden heart they're protectin so people don't think they're weak or worry about their emotions? 😭 with mitsuya, kazutora, and sanzu? Even if you can't I wanna say thank you cause you work super hard for super great work :D hope you're well! <3

I was almost brought to tears. Thank you so much 😭💕

Don't worry, apart from the continuation request for my last work and yours, I don't have any LMAO

I've never written for Sanzu but I'll do my best !! <3

Heart of gold

Characters: Mitsuya Takashi, Kazutora Hanemiya, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warnings: None

A/n: What if dare dared every single one of y'all to send a request? Would you? 😨

— Mitsuya Takashi

Husbando here

So, Mitsuya worries about you

Doesn't matter if you're a pro at hiding those damn feeling behind some sort of invisible shield

Mitsuya has x-ray vision when it comes to you

You CAN'T fool this man

Well, you fooled him in the beginning, but still

He knows how you feel and why you're doing it, but please

Don't act like that when you're alone with him

Let the man love you y/n

The first time he met you, he swore somebody shoved a stick up your ass

You were either not showing any emotions or were frowning

Like, even when Nahoya cracked some half-ass joke, all you did was just "puff"

???

Bruh

But Mitsuya was INTRIGUED

We know the man doesn't judge, so instead of making fun of you (like that giggly bastard would), he opted to trying to befriend you

Which worked a bit TOO well

The first time he saw you break out of your shell was when you met Mana and Luna

Like, the moment Mitsuya left the room and only Mana and Luna were with you, you just started beaming

But how can you not? They're the cutest kids ever

And come on, they're kids. They can't harm you or anything, so there was no reason for you to hide it

And they LOVED your smile

Later, when you went home, the girls didn't stop talking to Mitsuya about it

And he was shocked

Nah

Flabbergasted

Who's the one with the stick up their ass now?

The following day, he called you over to talk about that

You were kinda disappointed when you found out the girls said that because what if Mitsuya finds you, like, weak or something like that?

Yeah, no

He loves you, and he made sure to let you know you could express your real emotions when with him

And that's when he saw you smile for the first time

And he swore to cherish it for the rest of his life

— Kazutora Hanemiya

You knew banana since y'all were kids

Like, you knew Mikey and Baji as well, but after some time, you just split apart

Nobody knows why

You just woke up one day and you never saw him again

Until now, when you're dating LMAO

You were always this, intimidating kid

You had the worst glare back in the day, which led to you always playing with the toys you wanted from the other kids

Now it scares away creeps and assholes

Which Kazutora LOVES

But sometimes he gets scared too

He's tried so many times to get you to smile

Poking your cheeks, making funny faces and sounds, doing stupid shit, watching funny videos with you but nay

You didn't smile

Sometimes, you gave him glares, which resulted in him almost shiting his pants

But he loves you nonetheless

The first time he saw you break out of your shell was when you were going back to his place, late at night while it was raining.

Thankfully, you had an umbrella that you shared so you didn't get soaked

And it was pretty romantic ngl

He gave you sweet looks, smiles, winks

And you didn't even notice them

Ass

What you did notice was a small kitty on the side of the road, drenched

And you had too weak of a spot for baby animals so you stopped in front of it and gently took it in your arms

You held it right next to your chest, keeping it warm

And you were even slightly smiling

You didn't even notice when Kazutora snapped a picture of you

You looked up at him with your usual harsh look, but it melted away, just for tonight

You both gave the kitty a quick bath and food back at his apartment, pretty much adopting it

And unbeknownst to you, his shared petshop it the future holds your name with the picture he took that night, framed on the wall

— Sanzu Haruchiyo

I'm a Barbie girl in a not so Barbie wooooorld

Life with drugs, it's fantastic

You can't brush my hair, but let me kill you any or everywhere because I forgoooot

You like my version of Sanzu girl?

I know you do

Anyway how did you meet?

Bitch I have NO IDEA

You were friends with Senju (love her sm)

You've only seen him a couple of times, didn't even talk, so how did it happen???

Y'all just randomly started dating

I mean, Mucho probably knows

Oh wait he's dead

ANYWAY

You're dating, and you're both happy

But nobody knows that

They know you're dating, but not that you're happy

He wears a mask, and you're constantly bitching around so they think it's just forced love or something

He's a master manipulator after all

Obviously not the case

But how did they find out?

You were out with Sanzu and some other Toman members when, all of a sudden, some guys from a rival gang approached them

It was obvious they wanted a fight, but you, unbeknownst to anyone except Sanzu, knew how to fight

So, in the blink of an eye, you both just wrecked their shit

And were LAUGHING

Maniacs

The other Toman delinquents didn't even try to take part, they just sat there and stared

Some were fighting back, others tried to run away, but not no avail

Mercy isn't a word in your dictionary

And neither was losing

So, you both finished them pretty quickly, of course

After all that, he removed his masked and kissed your cheek while you were both still grinning from the adrenaline

Cutie pies

Which just got exposed to everyone since a gang member took a picture of you and sent it to half the gang

Ah shit

Y'all didn't even mean to expose yourselves like that

But they didn't have the right to do you like that

So

You did what any other person would do

You kicked them in the nuts

But who cares?

In the end, all it matters is that you love each other

How cute <3

Maybe run from the police now <3

[ohnoitsjetster]

Howdy Jesster!

I’ve got a fun lil ask if you wanna answer- What’s a Starkid character that you would want to play if you could hypothetically pick anybody?

Ok ty, Have a nice day!

YAY YAY YIPPE!!!!!

…I mean. Hello. Thank you for the ask (!!!!)

That’s a fantastic question, man oh man. Okay im gonna like, break it down a bit. Do a sort of a tournament. Tldr at the end if you want to skip my insanity

So lets start in Hatchetfield

Tgwdlm: I think ted just BARELY loses it to Hidgens, and that’s just cause Hidgens gets his own song and Show Stoping Number fucks. Sam would be really fun too tho. And I love Mcnamara but I might throw up if i had to sing Great Again

Black Friday: Ethan. you kidding me? Ethan. Oh but I would easily settle for a Frank Pricely

Nightmare time: kind of a wild card cause this includes everyone, but im not counting characters ive already picked. Ugh do I wanna play Duke or do I just love Curt Mega? The question of our time. Idk man, tinky and ted would both be lots of fun. Ok yeah ig it’s gotta be Duke

NPMD: it hurts to choose, ow, ow, i love them all s o much. Peter, Ruth, and Richie all seem like they would be really really fun,,,,, but not as much fun as Max

outside of Hatchetfield, I think I have only seen Trail to Oregon, Firebringer, and the HP trilogy. (im working on it I promise). uh. lets go with Jack, Ducker, and Ron. NO WAIT. hehe. Voldemort.

overall, ughhhh. I don't know. Ethan's my favorite but I guess its actually between Hidgens and Max. Max I guess

now here's the thing. you said Starkid. but if you had said Starcanwrecked this would not even be a competition. because the number one character ive always wanted to play since watching those musicals. is Agent Curt Mega. (though that'd mean I dont get to sing torture tango, which, huge bummer)

TLDR: Max Jägerman, which I did not expect to be my answer, but if I think about it, it just seems like the most fun, idk maybe it's my residual dead-bully brain from playing Orin Scrivello. But if TCB counts counts then forget about it, Agent Curt Mega all the way!

[lightofthemoonglow]

Okay, from one of your prompt lists, I matched some characters with words that seemed to fit and you can write whatever you get inspiration for.

Tarantism - the urge to overcome melancholy by dancing with Crawford Tillinghast. I just wanna dance with him.

Grapholagnia - the urge to stare at obscene pictures with Marty (maybe like at a fancy art museum they get dragged to by friends and Marty is absolutely baked and reader is trying not to die laughing at his observations?)

Concilliabule - a secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot with Ash Williams.

Druxy - something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside with Amanda Young (oh the angst possibilities)

Ayurnamat - the philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed with Herbert (he seems like a bitch who can hold a grudge for decades)

Mamihlapinatapei - the look between 2 people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move with Milton Dammers?

(sorry i couldn't write Crawford, my brain just wouldn't so after a month, i gave up. and the Milton one just made me so sad that i wound up crying, so i'm saving that for when i'm in a better place)

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

Herbert West (oops, i went in a different direction, sorry!)

It’s only a small setback. There is no use in getting upset over this because it’s already happened. Unlike Dan, Herbert is not the sort of bemoan not being able to go back in time. Even if such a thing were possible, he wouldn’t bother with it. Not when he has the tools to move forward.

Dead weight is not easy to move alone, but Herbert has had plenty of practice. He manages to maneuver your body onto the lab table, your head thunking against the cold metal. Hopefully that won't cause any issues upon reanimation.

It happened quickly. Considering the rampage that had led to your death, it had been painless as well. Just a fall in the wrong way. Herbert had lost control of an experiment and your attempts to stop it had led to your own end. Led to him having a fresh specimen, one of the freshest he’s ever had. He can save you. There’s no brain damage, you’re still warm as he lifts your head to sedation.

“Do not fret,” he mutters, as if you can still hear him, as he preps the syringe. He can calculate the dosage in seconds now, no longer wasting precious time trying to figure it out. You don't need much, not as much as the dosage he had given to the thing that killed you. It would rot and you would thrive. “It will be as if none of this ever happened.”

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Amanda Young

It was love at first sight.

She was leaning against the brick wall near the free clinic, watching people come and go. You had noticed her when you had gone in to get your shoulder checked and she had still been there when you had left. Something about her drew you to her, made you walk over to her and ask if she had a lighter.

“Those things will kill you, you know,” Amanda had said when you had lit up, needing a smoke after the week you’d had.

“Hey, if you were the last thing I saw before I died, I’d die happy.” You try to play it cool, ripping off a line from a movie you saw once. If she realizes your stupid pickup line isn’t original, she doesn’t let on. She smiles, as if she thinks you’re actually charming or something like that.

It’s great at first. It’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you and you wonder how you got so lucky. Amanda is perfect at first, it’s the best two weeks of your life. You don’t ask about the scars because you have a few of your own and she’ll tell you when she’s ready. When you find out about what happened to her, you just hold her in response and tell her that everything is going to be okay. That she’s safe, she’s fine. You stay up all night after nightmares, you make sure she eats and sleeps, it’s a lot but you do it because you love her.

The darkness starts to seep in. Sometimes she sees someone, maybe in person, maybe on TV, and she gets this look in her eyes. It’s darker than disdain, it’s almost loathing. You’d consider it loathing if she knew them, but she never does. It sends a chill down your spine when you see that look and you wonder. You wonder if Jigsaw got under her skin. If this is how she copes, by seeing people the way he sees them.

But sometimes she’s happy, she’s wonderful and you ignore the little things. The dark looks. The long nights out.

The blood on her shoes.

Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

Ash Williams

The supply closet doesn’t lock from the inside but a broom handle jammed in the right place would do the job just fine.

“Come on, baby, it’ll be fun.”

You roll your eyes and brush your lips against Ash’s. There’s a bucket handle digging into your back but it’s hard to care about that when his hands have somehow made their way into your hair, your scrunchie on the floor. It’s gonna be covered in debris but you’ll survive. Ash’s mouth on your neck more than makes up for it.

“We have another three hours on our shift.”

“That’s why I’m going to start a little fire in the ladies room.”

You blink rapidly a few times, trying to process what he said. “A what in the where?”

“It’ll only be in the trash can, baby. And then you and me can head outta town for the weekend.” Ash is smirking, you can fucking hear it in his voice. “It’ll be great. I know a place off the highway with free cable and a vibrating bed.”

You laugh and kiss him on the cheek. “Let me do it. They’ll wonder why you’re in the ladies room.”

Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.

Marty Mikalski

“Are you guys stoned at The Met?”

Curt sounds somewhere between amused and appalled. They had been able to get free entry because Holden knew a guy who knew a guy, it was a whole series of deals but it worked out in the end. The two of you had taken some gummies just before getting on the subway, timing it just right so it would hit when you were already at the museum.

Marty felt light as a feather, you felt like there were rocks in your legs, so it made sense to lean on each other as you stood in front of the largest painting of a naked woman either of you had ever seen.

“That’s inconsequential,” Marty brushes off the question, even though it’s obvious to anyone that knows either of you. “We’ve been hypnotized by this magnificent work of art.”

You lean forward and need a moment to actually read the plaque under it. ​​“Le Ravissement de Psyche,” you manage to say, giggling at nothing, except for maybe it’s French. “The Rapture of Psyche.” You feel weirdly proud of yourself, your head going back on Marty’s shoulder.

Curt looks at the sight of the two of you standing there, eyes on the painting instead of each other and he smirks. “You guys gonna look at anything else.”

Marty, his nose full of your shampoo and the weight of your head on his shoulder, just shook his head. “I think we’re right where we need to be.”

[greyrain23]

hi hello grey!! ♥︎ i saw your recent developments re: your selfship with sunday — and i was just dropping by to ask if you would ever talk more about you two? 🥺 are there any certain headcanons you'd like to share, perhaps some related to the chillier winter season approaching? hehe :3 i'm so curious to learn more about the grey x sunday ship waaah!!!

OMG 😭🩷 I'm always so shy sharing my selfships 🤭🤭 THANK YOU FOR ASKING AA

I don't think I've 100% gotten Sunday's character down, so I haven't written anything properly, BUT

I'm a cold person- like physically lmao, I wear a sweater in 80°F so when winter comes around I'm FREEZING. when Sunday works, I cuddle up in his lap~ I move a little too much cause I have trouble sitting still until I focus on something so he lets me play with his wings while he works 🥰🥰

Honestly- my hands are too cold for his wings but he doesn't complain much 🫶 sometimes he holds my hands in his until they're warm, then I can play with the feathers again.

Had the hardest time convincing him that I can clean his wings properly- I HAVE EXPERIENCE I SWEAR- I've had a bird half my life, so I can handle him nicely~ I love preening his wings with him, and even though he doesn't say he likes it I know he quietly does

I LOVE when he bundles me up in his wings outside. He's so warm all the time~

He got me some nice warm gloves with those heated packet thingies, so sweet~ my fingers aren't cold in the snow anymore!

Oh oh‐ I hate to admit that I've got terrible mood swings NOT just on my period (it's just so much worse during that week 🫤) so I'll be like perfectly happy and suddenly wanna cry and the way he holds me is so nice. He'll wrap his arms around me, tuck my face into his chest and we just sit there. I don't really like talking when I'm crying cause it tends to make it worse. He knows that so we just sit quietly until I've calmed down 😭🫶

I like to calm him down by running my fingers through his wings and hair, letting him lay in my lap, he's so stressed all the time, taking care of everything and everyone. Gosh, if he'd let me, I'd pull him out of work for a whole week so we can just snuggle and binge junk tv~

We were watching Robin's concert and- don't tell anyone, but I think I saw some tears. I like to get him his sister's merch for gifts. He LOVED the keychain I got him! I haven't seen it off of his bag since~

Mr. Perfect tried to reassure me that I'm so pretty, but gurl- without being all dolled up, I look like I'm homeless next to him 😭 I have to make myself look nice and pretty for just a trip to the store so I match with him 😮‍💨

I hate taking my makeup off so much, but Sunday does it for me sometimes. I think he's helped Robin take her makeup off too, cause he's so gentle but he gets it all off!

I took him on a shopping date- I said I was gonna pay, but he bought practically everything. Only when I told him off he let me pay for drinks- JUST the drinks! I was trying to treat him 😓

When we go to sleep, he likes to tuck me under his wing to hold me close, those ones are more sensitive, always being tucked under his coat.. I get the special privilege of being the only one besides himself to touch and clean them 🤭

He's a really quiet sleeper, but here's another thing you can't tell him! When he dreams, he chirps like a little finch 🥰🥰

That's all for now! I've gotta head to bed haha, but thanks sooo sooo much for asking! It's fun telling someone about it! You and Al Haitham sleep well! Keep each other warm during the colder nights, hehe!

[nebelihood]

BOOK REVIEW: LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE

Disclaimers:

SPOILERS/ I haven't finished the book (But I watched the movie so I already know how it's gonna end hehe)

This is not a book review (HAHAHA OK I JUST REALLY REALLY WANNA VENT SOME STUFF ABOUT IT AND WRITTING "BOOK REVIEW" SEEMS PRETTY AND IT MAKES ME FEEL COOL)

This will be poorly written (I write how I speak and I speak very wrongly so-)

I read the book in spanish so I hope things aren't too different in other languages

LET'S START.

QUICK SUPER FAST SUMMARY WITH NO SPOILERS:

It's a very good book (bruh HAHA). OK BUT IT IS A VERY GOOD BOOK. It's super short. It plays with time so as it's explaining something to you, it involves the past, the present and the future AND I LOVE THAT. Cause sometimes I don't know where I am and what things have happened already and what hasn't. It uses a lot of uhmm... how is it called? imaginary resources? It uses a lot of magical realism AND I LIVE FOR THAT. THERE ARE SO MANY SCENES I WANNA ANIMATE JUST BECAUSE THEY FEEL SO POETIC AND INCREDIBLE TO PICTURE. Not that I understand them, but it's just so magical to read them.

Honestly, some stupid theories I thought while reading was Tita had super powers or something, or she's crazy and everything described is all in her mind. But I would very much prefer to believe, all those things are real in that universe.

Anyways, good book. Short, it has a lot of cooking recipes (It's unknown to me if people would be able to copy them by just buying this book but who knows, maybe) a lot of magical realism and incredible pictures. I HAVE TO MENTION- that this book wouldn't exactly be for kids as it references adult relationships and many of the imaginary resources come from private body parts or mildy... LIKE NOT DISGUSTING THINGS, just not... average things? Idk- If I had to describe it in a way. It's a kind of book that is like when you see someone naked and it's not supposed to be sexual or awkward. It's like you are drawing a model and take it as art.

MY BONE TO PICK WITH CHARACTERS (SPOILERS)

I hate Pedro WTF PEDRO I HATE YOU SMM WHY ARE YOU EVEN AN OPTION???? AERGHH I'M SO MAD- I'M GONNA MAKE A PRO AND CON LIST.

Pedro:

Pros

-He dated Tita and they were supposed to be these super in love kids and teens and adults. (DUDE I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE THAT. I DON'T SEE IT, WHEN? WHERE? I ONLY WITNESSED WHEN HE DECLARED HIS LOVE, AND ONE OR TWO MENTIONS OF THEM DATING OR DOING SOMETHING TOGETHER?? AND THEN?? NOTHING? LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIKE HIM AT ALL? I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM??? I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM- of focus, focus)

-He loves Tita I guess (He does,I guess,,, after all these years, it's true- he never forgot about her, I'll give him that)

-He's nice with Tita? (I mean what else is he supposed to do if he likes her? I can't think of anything else tbh. Let's go to the cons.)

-He's Tita's same age (Oh right)

CONS

-HE MARRIED TITA'S SISTER TO BE CLOSER TO TITA (WOW WAAAAAW WOW *SARCASTIC CLAPS* REEEEAAAAAL GENIUS MOVE, DUDE. YOU TOTALLY NAILED IT. OK- for the sake of continuing. Maybe, yeah- let's say he didn't have any other option! Let's say that if he didn't marry Rosaura, he'd have never seen Tita again. Let's continue)

(it's still pretty stupid, ugh)

-He has no personality (I honestly don't know anything about him. I just know he likes Tita. All the scenes where he has dialogue, I feel nothing from him. It's like a wall that does what the scene asks him to do. Idk maybe I was bias from the beginning because of the movie- AND I LOVED HIM AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MOVIE)

-He does nothing. He only does what he's told. (I understand Mamá Elena was super terrifying. But like, he didn't even try to fight. He just accepted to exist there, married with someone he didn't like and SABROSEANDOSE a Tita all the time.)

-Then he was just h*rny all the time for Tita. (idk- what about chatting? you know? maybe this isn't just that type of book)

-He was too jealouse and possesive despite HIM BEING ALREADY MARRIED TO TITA'S SISTER??? HAVING HAD 2 KIDS?? (Tita queen, she told him exactly that. LIKE HE DOESN'T MIND GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO MAKE TITA FEEL BAD, OR GETTING UPSET AT HER FOR FINALLY HAVING A CHANCE TO BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.)

-He's dumb and impulsive

-When he's jealous of a man, he wants to break people's faces off.

John

Cons

-He's way bigger than her. IDk the number but he saw her when she was a child. He was married before and had a child.

hmmm can't think of anymore? maybe??

-He has a kid?? But Tita likes kids I think, so?

Pros

-He's understanding and kind.

-He took care of Tita when no one did.

-He took her in untils she was completely fine. Even if she was kind of mean to him or wouldn't talk to him at all. He let her be as she pleased.

-He comforted her when her mom was JUST HORRIBLE with her.

-He proposed or signaled his interest on her in front of her mother despite mamá Elena's protests.

-HE APPRECIATES HER A LOT AND HE'S PROUD OF HER.

-He FORGAVE HER INFIDELITY AND WASN'T EVEN MAD ABOUT IT. HE STILL WANTED TO MARRY HER AND IF SHE DIDN'T. HE STILL SAID HE'D BE VERY HAPPY FOR HER.

-OK AND MATERIAL THINGS AREN'T EVERYTHING BUT HE'S A DOCTOR AND OWNS A PRETTY COOL HOUSE, SO-

Hmmm those things are the ones I can think of rn. When I finish the book I'll see If I add more

[39confetti]

John Doe playing video games headcanon

ᴼᵏᵃʸ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰʸ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ... ᴴᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ !

-In fact, Doe like video games, especially if he's playing with you, or if he can create a character that look like you.

-It help him cope with the void you leave him with when you have to work during rainy days, or when you leave him for a shower/bath.

-That's why he absolutely loves the sims. 

-He spends HOURS making every little details of your face, body and hair, figuring out which one of those clothes you would like (even if he think you are absolutely gorgeous in all of them)

-He made himself too, so you both could live the perfect little life you both deserve. 

-His Sims doesn't take shower, cause Doe is afraid it could kill it, but he spend a lot of time taking care of yours, making sure she's fine and always in the green mood. 

-Doe blushed the first time your Sims and his kissed. (Imagine his face when they did the woohoo) 

-He goes, "Look, I created you in the game, aren’t you soooo pretty ? We are married and N̶̥͈̅O̶͎̰̒̇ ̶̰̀Ȍ̸̢͠Ņ̸̱̚͝E̴̮͐͘ will come between us, just like in real life, right my love ? We belong together, f̷̼͚̕o̷̥͆̎r̵͍͋ë̷̲̜́v̶̛̭̠͛̑e̴̹͕͂̊̚ȓ̵̰̈́ ̷̻͒͜a̸̟̯͑n̵͇̞̣͛͠d̴̳̰̏͝ ̴̟͉̈́ê̶͇̮͚͐v̷͔̜̅͛e̷̛̦̱̓͝r̵͙̭̝̽ !!!!! ”

-Horror game? He don't really play them. That doesn't scare him, but he like moving around and looking straight in the eyes of the monsters/screamers. 

-Doe prefers watching YOU play horror game, because gosh you are so cute when you're scared...

-He doesn't know how to play fps game like overwatch, his aiming is the worst...

-Sometimes you wonder if he’s not doing it on purpose ?..

-But he absolutely love going "pew pew" against random people he doesn't know!

-He doesn't really pay attention to people insulting him online, they're not YOU so it doesn't matter...

-When you're playing with him, he try his best to protect and support you. (except if you ask him to help your other teammates)

-But if someone is disrespectful to you, he'll make them pay. (he'll probably find their houses... You don't wanna know what will happen next. )

-If the game start to make Doe angry, he just let a sight out of his mouth and stop. He ask for a big hug, and go back to his favorite activity : spending time in real life with you! (if you aren't home he'll just go smell your dirty t-shirt)

[vlkodddlak]

From this post

Fandom: Mouthwashing

*kicks feet in the air*

so many fandoms that i'm in and you ask for fucking mouthwashing... Like bro!! there's not even that many characters in the game!!!!

sighs anyway. i'm gonna do it cause i'm a big fan

my blorbo is definitely anya. she's a fan favorite but i don't care no one else understands her like i do ok... i'm the only one that gets her...

i don't have any scrunklies in mouthwashing. if u do then ur weird ok, don't talk to me

my scrimblo bimblo is swansea because bro. i know everyone is sleeping on him cause he's kinda old and ugly but i actually rlly like this guy

glup shitto....i mean...isn't the whole game kinda obscure ? i dunno?

poor little meow meow is CURLYYY i know he did nothing bad u just gotta trust me on this one. and i love how pathetic he looks wrapped in all those bandages. move out the fucking way jimmy let ME put painkillers in that man's mouth

i'm not putting anyone into the horse plinko cause i don't have fun watching characters suffer. same with eeby deeby. they're already all in hell

also since i have two characters left and they don't fit anywhere in this i just wanna say i love daisuke he's a funny little guy and i will actually cry if he dies or something bro

jimmy is an asshole and i care about him so little that i had to Google his name to make sure i got it right cause i didn't remember. THAT'S how little i care about him (he's an interesting character but i just know he's secretly behind everything. fuck you Jimmy)

play mouthwashing guys, thank you goobye