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I keep seeing posts, reels, twite, etc... about Ithaca Saga, especially about 'Hold Them Down' that say Jorge is Romanticising the rape (sorry i couldn't censor this bc everyone knows what im talking about) theme, and I am about to lose my mind.
Yes the song is catchy and the artists are doing a fantastic job singing the song. And because the song sounds like it is about rape (I am going to explain, I am in no way saying in the song suitors werent talking about it, gimme a moment) it disturbs people. They know the song is good but the characters are fucking terrible. What they're saying is disgusting. That causes the listener to short circuit, makes them do a double take. It is fucking art.
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
If the song was just consinstent of ugly noises you would just listen to it and go: "Yeah, this is fucking terrible." You would not think about it no more. Some pople might even pass the song, not even listen it. The way the Epic Crew made this song makes you really get into it and then makes you freeze. How am I enjoying this, this is fucking horrible. How could they say that?
That's the rape culture you idiots! Like the rapists (in theory) will talk about it in such a way, ignorant people will be like: "Yeah man, you're right. She shouldn't have worn that/got drunk/say that/been so unclear(and a bunch of other bullshit)."
Antinous is, just like his kind, HITLER.
I know you're saying: "FUCKING WHAT?!" Let me explain.
He's a Nazi, he talks in such a way he organizes people around him to do terrible thing. I'm not saying the rest of the suitors, and nazis, were good people but unluckily stupid. I'm just saying they were terrible and stupid. What did they think would happen? Would 108 suitors become a super Saiyan and become a king together? Those brainless motherfuckers were just doing Antinous's bidding. Because he was a little smarter than them and he knew how to use them to get what he wanted. He is a leader, he is a terrible person, he knew how to talk, he managed to unionize all of the other suitors to do disgusting, unhumane things, and he got what he deserved if you ask me.
That is why this song represents him so well. He makes what he says sounds good and if we weren't better people- if we weren't people at all but fucking monsters- we would fall for his schemes too. But we aren't, and I am honestly so happy that people are so mindful of this kind of media, because it is so easy to misunderstand it, and someone whithout many brain cells could take this in the wrong way- that the people are starting to like the thing that they do- but we don't.
Because this song is about a man, who is able to make his inhumane ideas look good. The song shows how that can be used as a weapon and how it is so dangerous.
(Although it is true that this song might just trigger people, and that makes me so fucking upset. I also am sorry if I accidently triggered you in this post, i truly am. I just wanted to explain what i think is right about these songs and about the people who produce them.)
I am not sure if i managed to convert my emotions right but I hope you understand that I am never defending rape but the way Jorge decided to represent it in his media.
#epic#epic the ithaca saga#epic the musical#epic the vengeance saga#epic the wisdom saga#epic the thunder saga#epic the troy saga#epic the storm saga#epic the revenge saga#epic the circe saga#epic the cyclops saga#epic the concept album#epic hold them down#hold them down#jorge rivera herrans#epic crew#the epic musical#tw sa mention#tw sa#sa mention
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Oh my god they are cloning them. This is why the crew is so expendable. They have a technology to clone them so easily that recovered body only costs 5$. This is why on every new planet everyone are back on the ship even if they all died like nothing happened.
#lethal company#I need to watch more lore/theory videos I love it so far#if there are real people somewhere out there they probably dont care about bunch of clones too#especially bc they are doing some really dangerous job#or maybe all humans are dead and its only the Company overlord that makes clones to feed itself
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so like. fnaf movie. after night five, all outside observers know is "this 30yo guy with severe anger issues + his 10yo mentally ill sister just walked out of his collapsing workplace with an unconscious, stabbed police officer, saying that someone inside the building tried to kill them but we can't get into the building to check. we went to their house and the aunt who was fighting for custody of the child is dead on the floor. the guy's career counselor is missing, as is his babysitter and her family and apparently they're all dead in the building we can't get into." and like. that all looks suspicious as FUCK however we know that in the few-weeks timeskip both mike and abby seem happy and fine so it's not like mike was arrested or anything. he seems to be more adjusted and is happily talking with her teacher so i doubt he's under stress of interrogation or anything
there's a lot of implications there that mike mighta pulled something but it's all circumstantial evidence at best. i'm sure in jane's autopsy and crime scene evidence they couldn't find any evidence of mike being the one to attack her, esp since it was probably just golden freddy bopping her in the head so they dont even have the weapon, and if she was strangled they'd be able to tell it wasn't by bare hands and they couldnt get prints or anyth. especially if golden freddy is a FULL ghost and thus left no trail.
mike would be smart enough to only tell the cops what they need to know without mentioning ghosts to sound crazy. abby might be more honest with the cops just bc of #autism but they'd be more likely to consider her talking about ghosts and imaginary friends as a child's way of coping, and they cant get anything out of her that would incriminate mike. ADD TO THAT that mike has wounds that are clearly defensive and is SUPER banged up and his wounds would likely match his story way better than evidence of him attacking anyone, AND that there's likely footage and witnesses of him being in the pharmacy and then driving to work (and thus not in the area to attack jane), AND if/when nessie wakes up she'll probably vouch for mike as well, and the cops dont have anything on him
though i DO wonder if they would have records of vanessa patching him up in the police outpost. if they do, that would also back up mike's story as it's 1) far away from the aunt jane crime scene, 2) confirms that he and vanessa were working together, so either she's complicit in Crime™ or his story is accurate and she was helping him save his sister. him going to defend her instead of calling backup is also consistent with his personality of getting triggered and jumping into action around child abduction, esp w/ his sibling in danger
considering what abby would probably say, AND the history of freddy's, it's likely that they would come to the conclusion of is "someone [likely the og kidnapper from the 80s] found out that the guy working at freddy's had a sister, kidnapped abby from her house while her aunt was babysitting and tried to recreate the crimes, his story of him and vanessa defending her and escaping vaguely checks out." whether or not mike would incriminate vanessa by mentioning her dad was the killer is up in the air, and there's obviously some huge holes that are left from nobody believing that there are ghosts in the building but that would probably be the eventual conclusion
but throwing that all away, it would be really, REALLY funny if the rest of the town, being really fuckin nosy and getting into the juiciest gossip they've had in decades, took one look at michael "big teddy bear falling asleep on himself" schmidt and said "there's no way. there's no way this guy murdered his aunt, stabbed an officer and then destroyed his own workplace, especially when he really needed that job and was on sleeping medication," and then turned around to look at abby "neurodivergent in the early 2000s (ableist af time period)" "vocally hates her aunt" "doesn't talk to anyone and claims that she can see ghosts" "vaguely possessive of her brother" "claims that she found the guy who hurt her friends and got him jumped by a cupcake(?)" schmidt and said "oh my god. it was her."
and nobody's gonna directly say anything but they've got cautious eyes on the situation and someone quietly slips mike a copy of the bad seed to see if he has a realization but instead he's just like "hey this book kinda reminds of that golden freddy kid lmao. wonder how he's doin" and then we smashcut to golden freddy kid poking springtrap with a stick
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Yuma Month Day 26 - Role Swap
god i was excited for this one. it first started off as a joke, but the more i thought about it, the more interesting this swap became. so here's my massive lore dump of changes that'd happen in the story beneath the cut (spoiler warning):
i think, fundamentally, yuma and yakou are very similar characters. they're both very protective and kindhearted, with a strong sense of justice and a penchant for attracting terrible luck. because of this, some things would remain the same, such as the NDA's dynamics with their doormat chief as well amnesia!yakou's massive unpaid intern energy. i think yakou would be pretty similar to how he behaved in the light novel- a bit more optimistic and naive, like yuma. but there are two key differences between them that'd make this a different story, especially in ch 4: yuma has a forte, and yakou is very selfish. so here's some changes:
yakou's wife is his shinigami now, as you can see, while shinigami is yuma's dead wife. i think mrs furio would act cooler than shinigami. she'd still be playful, but she takes her job more seriously. also she hands yakou the solution keys normally without throwing up. they still have to do the dance and mouth sword thing tho. and the other stuff. that's just death god protocol
shinigami (or in this case the unnamed Mrs. Kokohead but i will still be calling her shinigami for convenience sake) was a scientist at amaterasu who studied forensics and thanatology instead of regenerative medicine. this also means that the pill she gives zombie yuma is not going to bring him back, but instead grant the zombie homunculi a peaceful, painless, but permanent death
speaking of zombie yuma, he's the homunculus now! yakou is 100% human and also doesnt have a forte. he's still number one, but instead of having a forte he's just that good at solving mysteries
yes this means makoto looks like yakou now. sorry makotoheads. i think he'd have really long, shaggy hair dyed to be like. idk. black or something. also he's more clean shaven bc stubble with a mask on is a sensory nightmare
yuma still cant cook. he subsists entirely on takeout, meat buns, black coffee, and beer. he's still in a lot of debt and under a lot of stress and his personality is essentially "what if canon number one just gave up"
he doesn't smoke though. he tried once and got into the worst coughing fit
imma say it right now. kurumi is not a love interest. yakou likely disguises himself as a faculty member instead (also i think one of the teachers gets a crush on fem yakou bc i just know she'd be hot)
ANYWAY what about chapter 4? im SO glad you asked! because here's where things get spicy!
so, lets start with the dead wife. shinigami catches onto huesca's inhumane research and she's just as adamant about bringing the truth to light as she always is. she blows the whistle, so he blows her up. yuma investigates, but they dont let him look any further, yada yada, yuma stews in his misery for five years
yomi sends in the evidence to motivate yuma to kill huesca, and makoto lets it happen because a dead huesca would be convenient. he even introduces the hitman, fully expecting yuma to make use of him
yuma doesnt. in fact, he wants to kill huesca with his own hands. and now that these detectives are here, he can do it and even return alive. the thing is, he doesn't want to put them in danger, so he chooses to do almost everything alone (sound familiar?)
his plan is simple:
ask desuhiko for a peacekeeper uniform. desuhiko trusts him enough to take "i want to investigate kanai ward's ultimate secret by infiltrating their ranks" as an answer. he does, however, let yakou know about this as an offhand comment before the mystery ever begins
hold fubuki's hand. it doesnt really matter how. she'll gladly allow it because she's fubuki. he stores her time powers and heads out the sub. yakou also learns this as an offhand comment played off as a joke (maybe fubuki affectionately comments about how she never expected the chief's hands to be so soft... idk. there has to be some way for yakou to have this as a future clue)
use his peacekeeper status to sneak into amaterasu HQ and demand a functioning ama-pal from that one creepy researcher
use ama-pal + fubuki's borrowed powers to bypass huesca's security. sneak the bot past the hard-of-hearing doctor and press the button to shut off security
this would probably alert huesca, but since the doctor never received a warning, yuma has enough time to rush in and stab him before he realizes what's going on
leave HQ while still in uniform, dispose of the disguise once he's safe, and return to the NDA like nothing happened. success!
soooo.... yakou, on that same day, decides to investigate amaterasu HQ with makoto
all the while, vivia has his suspicions about yuma's actions and keeps an eye on him in spectral mode. he... basically witnessed the whole thing, so he gets up off his ass and decides to follow yakou to the lab because he has a Very Bad Feeling about this
just like canon, he senses the death god and deduces that our protag has been killing off murderers, and so he wants to protect his chief as well as his peace and quiet (his dynamic with yuma would be the same as his dynamic with yakou, since it's entirely believable for yuma to treat vivia with the same kindness yakou did)
yakou tries to speak to huesca, but surprise! security is disabled and he's dead in the lab! no one else at amaterasu liked huesca enough to check on him, so yakou and makoto are the first ones at the scene of the crime. yakou, of course, decides to start investigating this murder
vivia somehow sneaks into the lab (dont ask me how) and confronts yakou, threatening him with his boxcutter and adamantly imploring him to stop pursuing this particular mystery in the same way he did yuma in canon. unfortunately, this attracts attention, and now they're in trouble (maybe even yomi's there to fetch his files). at this point, yakou has enough solution keys, so he panics and goes right into the labyrinth (and maybe others can enter for another reason that isnt coalescence idk)
so... they go in the labyrinth... vivia tries to stop him every step of the way, until the answer is right in front of them
yakou kills yuma with his own hands. there's no stab wounds or toxic gas to leave any doubt. yakou begins to question what good his justice really does. it doesnt even save them from their predicament, just like the other deaths. instead, makoto ex machina comes in to save them, and hands yakou a small black box
when they return to the agency, everyone is heartbroken over their chief, who seemingly died out of nowhere. fubuki tried rewinding time, but to no avail. halara tried everything to wake him up, knowing it's futile. desuhiko stood aside, feeling completely helpless. and yakou and vivia return looking like they just came back from hell
they barely get the chance for a funeral before the knockout gas trap activates... you know the rest
AAAAND SCENE! so that's my extremely long winded lore dump about this au. i thought about it Way Too Much but god it's so interesting to me. i love these characters and swapping them was immensely fun
#rain code#mdarc#raincode#master detectives archives: rain code#yuma kokohead#yakou furio#desuhiko thunderbolt#shinigami#yumagami#kokogami#yakou's wife#rain code spoilers#mdarc spoilers#raincode spoilers
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hii, the bp hitman aven icon drove me crazy. i've been thinking ab aventurine in a spy mission and reader being the chair girl that watches the cameras, opens doors... specifically i've been thinking ab reader going crazy bc the mission is going horrible while aven is chilling and laghing at her screams through the earpiece bc he's not afraid to die (reader knows that and thats why shes like crazy).
luv your works, im always looking forward for your posts 💕
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Hope you'll enjoy this!!
spy mission with Aven goes wrong
notes - gn!reader, a bit angsty but just a bit, Aven being a little shit, no beta
It's not that he's not scared of dying, of course he is. Especially when everything seems to be going so horrendously wrong.
But panicking won't help anyone especially when you're already doing it for the both of you.
The only thing he can do now is smile and chuckle, telling you to have some trust in him and his luck. As if he himself has it.
But he's been trough worse so it must play out.
"Aventurine, come back immediately, don't risk it!"
He hears your paniced voice in the headphone. It's honestly heartwarming that you actually care.
Or maybe you don't. Maybe you're just worried about success of the mission. No need to delude himself, he thinks, trying to ignore the bitter feeling in his chest.
Only if he knew how little you care about the mission itself right now. How worried and scared for him you are. How angry you are that he keeps throwing himself in dangerous situations.
"You know what? I'll just stop opening doors for you!"
"Sabotaging your own mission? Darlington, just relax and have some trust in me. The die is cast so no need for you to worry. Aaaand, if you actually stop opening the doors, I'll just have to find aboth way around"
Oh how infuriating his carefree demeanor is! You really don't have any other choice than keep helping him.
He is actually so happy that you're not here right now. Not physically. Even if his luck fails him, you won't get hurt and that's the most important thing for him.
And hearing your voice, being able to be playful with you despite the situation, helps him to be less tense.
The mission ends up being successful. His luck didn't fail him after all.
So when he reunates with you, a bit injuried but alive, he of course wants to announce that your worries were for nothing.
Yet he is actually surprised to find out that you're not happy at all, despite everything being okay.
He's even more surprised when the only thing you're focusing on right now is his minor wound.
"Told you to come back and not risk it" you say regretfully, dotting on him.
"Ah, don't sweat it, darling. We're victorious, are we not? The mission is a grand success~" he says with a small laughter, trying to mask his confusion. He did good, he didn't fail you, so why aren't you relieved?
"I don't care about the mission! We could've finish it later, with reinforcement! Look at you, you are- You are injured..."
Oh. Oh. So that's why you're so distressed??? Oh aeons.
He doesn't even have time to react when he feels you hugging him.
Well good job, not he can't stop trembling.
Local gambler just found out his crush cares deeply about him more at eleven.
You decide what to do with him now. Some scolding won't hurt but if I were you I would recommend emphasizing how much you care, this man has trust issues.
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homicipher human au hcs part 2 (the other humans that live in town):
mr. machete
he’s a skater boy, see ya later boy. he navigates the streets pretty fast because he’s always on his board.
his machete takes the form of an electric guitar. he’s the personification of what boomers believe the ‘disturbed youth’ looks like.
he’s perpetually shirtless, if you don’t count the countless bandages and bandaids on his body as clothing. he gets nicked often. if not because of fights, because of skating.
he also wears a backwards baseball cap and tinted shades to look cool. if he’s not feeling it, he’ll wear a bandana to keep the hair out of his eyes. weirdly enough, the bandana also covers his eyes a bit. but even if you do get close enough to see his eyes, you get whopped by his guitar so quick that whatever you remember from his face just comes up as a blur.
all anyone remembers is his wicked smile. he always smiles. it’s a little disturbing, to be honest.
he’s a goddamn rebel. always making a mess of things and is just itching for an entertaining fight.
he’s notorious around town for ending up in gruesome squabbles, which he wins.
he hasn’t lost yet, not because he’s infallible, but bc he doesn’t fight if he knows he’ll lose. some people call it cowardly but if you live his lifestyle, it’s more about self preservation.
doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding the abandoned apartments and the monsters in it, but whatever is in there, he hopes is a good fighter.
he won’t go in. he minds his own business like that. but when the mc so happens to stumble into his territory at the skate park, all bets are off.
he’s throwing hands.
mr. hood
he’s the town’s community safety volunteer.
though, he opted to take the most difficult shift, which is night shifts. he’s especially active during the rain. he believes he isn’t really needed when the sun is out and the weather is well. but he’s eager to help when times are tough.
he’s always sporting a big hoodie that’s all brown and dirtied up for fetching cats in trees and finding lost items in the rainy night.
he also wears a face mask for safety, and googles to protect his eyes from the rain. no one knows what his face looks like. his entire body is armed with black protective gear so he can perform tasks safely, especially in dangerous weather.
when he sees a frantic girl wearing a white rain coat, clutching onto her clear umbrella and running in the slippery streets during a heavy rain, he insists on helping her out.
once he sees she is safe, he will promptly take his leave.
he has no idea who she is and why she was running, but what matters is that she’s safe. he will keep an eye on her though, just in case she needs his help during a rainy storm once more.
mr. gap
he’s a runaway. he lives in abandoned buildings is known around town as the unconventional beggar.
he asks for anything you have on hand: food, clothes, even your trash so he can sell it. people are initially scared of him, but he never takes anything without consent.
he may not be a thief but he is sort of a creep… while he doesn’t have a lot of ill intentions, he’s always just… staring.
if you catch his reflection, best believe his eyes will be staring right back at yours.
if you pass by his abandoned building, he’s probably looking at you through the sunken-in hole in the wall.
he’s helpful sometimes too! as long as you give him something in return. he does fulfill his promises. if you think about it, he’s kinda like an odd jobs establishment.
for entertainment, he looks through garbage and takes back the things he likes. maybe an old magazine or a broken trinket.
one day, he picks up a discarded paranormal magazine and reads up about the white coat wearing monster that murders all sorts of people in town.
he’s pretty intrigued! a few days later, he meets her as she walks by his abandoned building to get to hers.
he asks for the bloody hand she’s carrying in her plastic bag, in exchange for the information he found about her in that magazine.
part 1:
other homicipher human hcs:
#had so many ideas for the human au#couldn’t help but finish the main cast#it’s literally finals weeks but i’m more focused on making tumblr posts there’s no saving me#homicipher#homicipher au#homicipher mr#mr machete#mr. machete#mr hood#mr. hood#mr gap#mr. gap
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fluff alphabet ౨ৎ leon s kennedy x gn!reader
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || working on sm leon fanfics at once ! i made this in like 20 minutes so it prolly sucks but idc!! nsfw alphabet coming soon :3
𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 || fluff (obvi), not proofread or read by betas
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || deinking mentioned, none
𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎 || leon s kennedy mlist 🎀 @starzu
Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
leon really loves just kicking back and relaxing with his s/o. after soo many life-threatening missions, he just wants to kick back on the sofa with his s/o in his arms and binge watch some tv. however, he also really loves taking they all the places they want to visit, whether it's a concert or a museum
Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
everything, literally finds every inch of his s/o perfect and beautiful. but, he really loves their hands, especially if they are soft and smaller because it's the opposite of his hands that are rough from so much fighting and training. also finds their eyes beautiful, will literally hold contact for hours if he could
Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
refer back to re4r how leon comforted ashley. he's really good at comforting you and will do anything to help cheer you up. 2 am emotional binge sesh? he's driving to the shoppe and buying you ice cream and frost and drizzle or syrup and sprinkles and brownie bits and cookies and and potato chips and and cheeseburgers and fries and tater tots and cheese and everything (i'm on a rlly strict diet so this is deadass just me listing foods i want rn) 5 pm cry sesh? he already has the tissues, blankets, stuffies and tear-jerking movies ready
Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
in 1998, leon would dream about having a totally normal relationship with you. big suburban house, a couple kids. but after the raccoon city, he kind of changed his dreams. he still craves the normal, domestic life, but now he kinda envisions it as just you and him. not that he doesn't want kids, he just doesn't want them to be in such a dangerous world
Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
i think he'd be more dominant in relationships when it comes to most things. not dominant in a weird, controlling way. but he would want his s/o to come to him before making any big decisions simply bc he probably brings home the bacon with his government paycheck. but other than financially, he's pretty passive, he really doesn't care what you do as long as you don't do like porn or like cheat
Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
depends honestly; most fights he will forgive you, but sometimes he really holds it against you and just shuts you out for a while before resuming as if nothing happened. however, when he snaps and lets words he doesn't mean to get out, he will apologize so much. even if you forgive him, he doesn't believe it and will buy you everything
Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
very grateful! in 1998-2013 and after vendetta specifically. he realizes that you help keep him happy pretty fast. if you're in raccoon city with him then he probably felt a lot better and more confident. (def not bc he wanted to show off in front of his partner!!) in 2004 he is soo grateful you were willing to stay with him even with the job he ended up with and with all the training he had to get. in vendetta i think that's when he might seem ungrateful cuz of his drinking.... but yeah after all that he's back to normal
Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
a lot of secrets :(
mainly about work though, cuz unless you're an agent he literally cannot legally get into the details with you. he keeps secrets abt his drinking too, like you know he drinks but you don't know how much he drinks.
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
yes! he became more confident in himself because like being in a relationship makes him feel like somebody wants him, so he gains sm self confidence and actually wants to be stronger so he can return home from missions !
Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
i think he gets jealous pretty easily. he will get a bit jealous if a person look at you twice, or somebody flirts. but part of him thinks you deserve somebody better so he doesn't ever tell you about his jealousy, you gotta hring it up first
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
a very good kisser!! every single kiss is filled w sm love and affection and passion <3 mainly bc he doesn't really know when it will be the last kiss :(
first kiss was really special even though it was spontaneous. it was in the late hours of the night, the whole apartment dark except for the tv light. and you were slow dancing to some random song when suddenly the mood felt right and he kisses you MANSBSHH (this is based on my first kiss with my ex ....)
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
he doesn't really confess first, he drops subtle hints that he has feelings for you and just gopes you catch onto his words
Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
yes, going back to dream. he thinks about marriage all the time, he likes the idea of having a cute lil spouse to come home too after grueling missions
he proposes totally out of nowhere. he originally had a plan, he was going to take you on a romantic vacation before proposing to you while there. but he chickened out last second, so after several other attempts (that he backed out of last minute) he finally had enough. and then one morning he got down on one knee after buying you a ton of donuts
marriage is really good. he's such husband material. overprotective but not too overprotective. possessive but not too possessive. you know what i'm saying?
Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?
sticks to the classics most of the time: babe, baby, love, sweetheart, etc etc. lots of italian pet names
however when he's sweet he really branches out: sweet girl/boy, lovie, lovebug, cuddlebug, pretty
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
oh my gosh, this man is so lovey-dovey. literally heart eyes for you. but he forces himself to stay serious even thought other people easily know he's all your's. he doesn't talk much when it's just you and him, preferring to just sit silently across from you and listen to you. and that's what makes it obvious to others since normally he doesn't pay attention and always says his dad jokes or says something stupid
he expresses his feelings by like... yeah.... not being annoying i guess
PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
hmm, he doesn't really like pda due to his job. he knows he has enemies who are after him, but most don't really know about you since they don't really look into that. however, when he's off work, he'll take you into cities and his hand in always on you, whether he's holding your hand, or his hand is planted on your hip/waist. just makes him feel better
he brags about you to all of his friends. chris hears about it nonstop while leon is drunk (and he sobs after bc the redfield bloodline.) "sure that looks nice on them but you know who would look better in it? my s/o." "oh, my s/o has that same necklace, i bought it for them in paris." (😭)
he doesn't really care after the missions. esp if he got close to death, he is all over you the second he sees you. he doesn't care who is watching or who sees, he is literally holding you as if you were dying
Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
he knows whenever you are upset. doesn't even need to hear you speak. literally can just tell from your footsteps or your posture
also, he's really quiet so when you are having your moments he's able to sneak around withhout setting you off (please i get so annoyed when people are loud when i'm mad)
Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
yes
he will do everything to make his s/o happy
Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
it really depends on your goals. if your goal is to become famous on onlyfans (aimed) then he probably wouldn't really help cuz well why would he?
he believes in you to an extent, he's brutally honest sometimes so... yeah... if you're dumb he will tell you that you're dumb (in a nice way) but he tries his best to support you 💀
Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
there's no such thing as routine with this man other than his exercise routine 
Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
he knows you better than you do. this man literally buys whatever you're craving like a week before you even ask fo it. he knows exactly what album or movie or video game you're going to beg him to buy so he already got you it
Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
literally his top pirority. it goes you, his friends, him. he always puts you ahead of himself in everything and values your life sm more than his own :(
Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
everytime he returns from his missions, he always comes home with your favorite snack and an expensive bouquet of your favorite flowers (if you get the expensive bouquet reference jtm)
XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
yes, he is so touch starved and can cuddle all day if you let him. he kisses you a lot as well
Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
he always carries a little polaroid of you snd him cuddles together on the sofa (taken before 1998 for draamtic effect) and just looks at it for a little bit
he also bought a small bottle of your fav purfume/fragrance and always takes it with him on missions, aweet boy :)
Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
this man would literally take a bullet for you !! A BULLET !!
reblogs appreciated always ♡
i'm making a ghost ver of this as well since i love him sm !! :))
#vivi writes ౨ৎ#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x y/n#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy headcanons#resident evil#resident evil x reader#resident evil fluff
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Echolalia is the meaningless repetition of words and phrases and it's usually associated with mental conditions like Autism, ADHD, developmental or language delays, Tourette's, or schizophrenia.
So, if you have the time, do you think you could write a spencer reid x male reader who has echolalia. Maybe reader is a new BAU member and keeps repressing it bc he knows what it's associated with, and doesn't want the team to view him as 'unstable' or 'stupid'. Maybe Reid overhears him doing it and reader panics?
Thanks in advance, I love your writing!
circles [ s.r ]
spencer reid x gn!reader ||| hurt/comfort ||| 2.7k ||| masterlist!!
WARNINGS: reader is insecure, reader has echolalia, self deprecation
a/n: i did write this with a male reader in mind but gender really didn’t come up at all so-
You were working for the FBI, who would’ve thought.
It’s one of those jobs that people always talk about like it’s some fictional job that no-one actually does. But here you are, seven months into working with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI and living your best life.
Well, the best life you could when your job consisted of tracking down extremely dangerous and deranged individuals who had no regard for human life anyway.
Your co-workers were nice, the work hours were okay, and you got to brag to your parents about the fact that you rode on a private jet every few weeks.
You just wished it was easier to form friendships with your team.
It wasn’t that they were hard to talk to. They were all wonderful. It was just that little voice in the back of your head that told you that you weren’t a real member of the team.
You’d joined after the rest of them after all.
They were already a tight-knit unit before you’d passed the academy training, and by some measure of insanity you’d managed to squeeze yourself in alongside them.
Your sure that if you opened yourself up more that they’d accept you into their ‘work family’ with no holds barred, but when it came to keeping your professional image, the best thing you could do was keep your mouth shut.
Having an unbreakable habit of repeating arbitrary things that someone had mentioned sometimes hours before was not the best thing when it came to forming relationships with others.
It was odd and out of place and made you look like a weirdo. It made you feel like a weirdo. Like you weren’t normal.
You were a fully grown adult for god’s sake, not a four year old.
You’d keep it under wraps for the most part, locked away in your head as you bite your tongue at every urge to repeat the way Emily had said ‘whipped cream’ when talking about her hot chocolate in the office a few weeks ago.
Keeping your lips pressed into a tight line as the tones of Morgan’s ringtone echoed through your head so you wouldn’t hum it to yourself when working through your files.
Of course, the minute you got home you’d drop the effort and just succumb to saying ‘wheels up in thirty’ to yourself every ten minutes whilst washing your dishes, but it didn’t really matter when you were at home.
Because you were at home. Alone. With no one to judge you.
“Circles…” You furrow your eyebrows as you stare blankly at the map in front of you.
Spencer had been called out of the police station to go and examine one of the victims’ bodies post-autopsy, and so he’d left you in charge of the geographical profile in the meantime. “Find the circles,”
You weren’t as gifted as Spencer, nor as experienced as him, especially in his specialty of geographical profiles, but he’d taken the time to explain his thought process to you before leaving, and now it was the only thing running through your mind.
Everything was made out of circles Spencer had told you. Geographical profiles were comprised of circles. Find the circles and therefore find the comfort zones.
Find the circles.
“…find the circles-”
“You’re doing good,” You almost jump out of your skin when you hear Spencer’s voice form the entrance of the room, physically jolting as you’re ripped from your own mind and forced to remember that there are in fact other people here and you’ve just spent the last twenty minutes muttering to yourself about circles like an idiot.
“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you- I uh- Just got back from the coroner’s office and I- Just thought I should check on you- Sorry,” You can see the change in Spencer’s eyes once he realises he’s caught you off guard, profusely apologising like he’d done something wrong when he was literally just doing his job and it was your fault for being an idiot and jumping at someone walking into the room of a public police station during an investigation.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You press your lips into an awkward smile as he cautiously makes his way across the room to get a better look at your scribbling on the map.
“Looks like you found all the circles,”
“Huh-”
“You were talking to yourself about ‘finding the circles’ and from what I can see you’ve actually marked them out perfectly,”
You almost dig yourself into a hole right there in the middle of the police station’s conference room.
You’d being talking to yourself again, and Spencer heard you. Not only that, it was something that Spencer had told you in the first place.
You can feel yourself descending into internal madness as Spencer takes one of the whiteboard pens to mark out something else on the map in front of you. God he probably thinks that you’re a weirdo now. I mean who catches their coworker repeating something they’d said almost and hour ago to themselves over and over again and thinks they’re not a weirdo?
You try and judge Spencer’s expression, scanning his face with your eyes to catch any trace of uncomfortableness in his eyes or a judging in his eyebrows. But you don’t find anything.
Then again Spencer had always been hard for you to read, probably because every time you did try to read his expression you got distracted looking at the freckles dappled across his nose and the way his hair curls against his forehead and the way his lips parted slightly when he focused on drawing a line over your red circle on the map and-
Focus.
You’ve already dug yourself into a deep enough hole repeating yourself over and over again, you didn’t also need to be caught trying to eat him with you eyes. God you are so screwed.
“Are you alright?” Spencer’s voice again catches you off guard as it forces you back into reality once more, and you turn your eye up towards his as he tilts his head at you, mild concern written across his features. “You uh- kind of zoned out,”
“Yeah I’m uh- I’m gonna-” You lamely point over your shoulder towards the door, retreating backwards so you could find the bathroom and wallow in your own self-pity for a few minutes.
“Are you sure? I can keep teaching you how to do a geographical profile if you’d like,” You curse Spencer’s moral character at his question. You don’t want to say no to him. He was a great guy who was passionate about his job and was going out of his way to teach you something that would then make your job easier.
“No- it’s alright- don’t worry about it-” You purse your lips into a straight line with a small shake of your head, hand braced on the door handle and reminding you that there was in fact solace from your stupidity on the other side.
“Did I make you uncomfortable? If I did then I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that,” Spencer rung the whiteboard pen in his hands as he spoke, and it almost made you collapse at the sight. He looked genuinely guilty, like he was actually physically upset at the prospect he might’ve caused you discomfort.
“No- you haven’t-” You sigh, dragging your hand down your face as you mentally punch yourself for making Spencer believe that he’d caused you any discomfort. He had, but that was because you were being idiotic and insecure, that wasn’t his fault. “I’m just being stupid, ignore me,”
You can see his mind run through your conversation with him, trying to find out when he might’ve made you feel uncomfortable without meaning to.
“You really didn’t-”
“Was it me mentioning that I overheard you speaking to yourself?”
Your lack of a response answers his question.
“It’s not uncommon for people to speak to themselves you know, it’s not something to be embarrassed about, in fact, studies have shown that talking to yourself during an activity like what you were doing with the profile can help boost short-term memory,”
But that wasn’t what you were doing. You weren’t repeating it because it was helping you remember how to do a geographical profile, you just were. There wasn’t a reason.
“Right…”
You wonder Spencer can read your mind as his expression furrows slightly at your response, and you can again see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure out whether or not his assessment was actually correct.
“Reid it’s really fine don’t worry about it,” Your attempt to shut down his internal analysis of your previous conversation is again shut down by Spencer, who waves his hand dismissively at you with a tight knit in his eyebrows.
“No, I made you feel uncomfortable and I want to know why so that I don’t do it again,” Spencer’s kindness is both a blessing and a curse you’ve come to realise, and as much as you are majorly appreciative of his efforts to form an emotional bridge with you, you’re also insanely embarrassed about the fact that his one off comment had affected you so much in the first place.
“I just-” You sigh. Do you tell him? He doesn’t seem to have noticed so maybe you can get away with it, lock it back up in your head and never repeat anything ever again unless you are securely in the safety of your own home. “I don’t know, I have this stupid habit of repeating things that other people say to me and-”
Well so much for locking it up.
“I just don’t want to be seen as some weirdo,”
Spencer blinks at you like you’ve got three heads and you seriously consider jumping out of the window to escape the situation.
“See, now you’re staring at me like i’m insane,” You drag your hand down your face, and you can feel your throat close up like you’re going to cry. It feels stupid, crying because of something trivial like this, but when you’ve buried it for so long because you’re scared of what other people are going to think about you of course it’s going to amplify into something massive.
“No- No- I’m not- I-” Spencer waves his hand at you, and you can see desperation flood his features as he tries to explain himself.
“It’s fine, I get it, I’m mentally unstable-”
“No. No that’s not what I was thinking at all,“ Spencer shakes his head at you adamantly, soft brown curls bouncing around his face with every turn of his head.
So he was right, partly anyway. It was the fact that he’d brought up that you were speaking to yourself. But it wasn’t that, it was the fact that you were repeating something that he had told you and you’d thought it freaked him out. “Echolalia is a fairly common thing, I do it myself sometimes,”
Your eyebrows furrow slightly, although whether it’s because of the new term Spencer said to you like you already knew what it meant or the fact that he openly admitted to doing the same thing with no shame or embarrassment you weren’t sure. “What?”
“Echo…lalia?” Spencer mirrored the furrowing of your eyebrows with his own as he drags out the word, seemingly surprised that you didn’t know the official term for what you were describing. “It’s the subconscious repetition of things that you hear around you,”
“Oh,”
“It’s very common in children during the language development stage, but it can follow through into adulthood in some people,” Spencer takes your short reply as an invitation for him to explain it to you. Hopefully by doing so he would be able to convince you that it wasn’t something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. “It’s especially common in individuals with autism, with roughly 85% of autistic people experiencing echolalia,”
“So, you’re saying I’m autistic?” You blink at him with a confused expression, like you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to feel.
“Not necessarily, echolalia is common in a number of neurodivergencies, it’s just most commonly associated with autism,” Spencer gives you that awkward smile you’ve come to associate him with. “It’s really nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just your brain’s way of processing information,”
“But-”
“Really, you shouldn’t worry about it, it doesn’t mean there’s anything ‘wrong’ with you at all,” Spencer’s not one for interrupting other people, but he can tell that you’ve still not come to terms with it even after his explanation.
You don’t say anything else, giving him a short nod and stuffing your hands in your pockets with a pursed smile.
“Now, about the profile, are you sure you wouldn’t like me to continue showing you how to complete one? From what I can see you’ve got a natural talent for it,” Spencer gestures back over to your markings on the map and you follow it with your eyes.
“I- yeah alright,”
“Great,” Spencer gives you a smile as he picks up one of the whiteboard pens and makes his way back over to the board. “Okay, so you’ve already marked out all of the crime scenes, so the next step is to chronologically connect them all,”
You only half listen to Spencer’s explanation as he teaches you, mind still focused on your conversation with him. He didn’t find you weird like you’d expected him to. He didn’t think you were unstable or not mentally sound. He did it himself.
That last point was what really stuck with you.
He did it himself.
And he wasn’t ashamed to admit it to you. You assume the rest of the team knew as well, which means they probably also wouldn’t care.
So- what? You’ve been freaking out over nothing?
That made you feel stupider than your repetition ever did.
God you really needed to get yourself together.
And that started with learning to trust your teammates not to judge you for something that you couldn’t control. One down, six to go.
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid angst#criminal minds angst#mgg#asks 🫶
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Now, it's Johnny specific headcanons! Read Kenshi's here
Took a gap year to earn his college funds, but when he got accepted into a film school, his family wanted him to sign up for the army. So one morning, he just went out, took an interstate bus, and started living on his own.
He worked many menial works here and there, barely surviving, so he started to enter underground cage fights in the night for quick bucks. The first time he got in the ring and the announcer asked for his name, he chose Johnny Cage on a whim.
His college years were wild. Almost always drunk every night bc he's landed a job as a bartender in a local bar. Alcohol is conveniently within arms reach and is an effective painkiller to the punches he took in the ring fights. That's when his addiction started.
He got his Johnny tattoo when he was shit faced and sad. He desperately wanted to shed Johnathan Carlton name off himself, so he marched into a tattoo parlor to have a permanent reminder on his chest. People think he's narcissistic to have his name tattooed so big on his body, Johnny never corrects the meaning of it bc it is better to be seen as an asshole than weak.
One really good perk of his bartender job was talking to the patrons and hearing their life stories. It really helped Johnny's acting career in the long run, where he understands his roles deeply and delivers the portrayals from heart.
He got a golden raspberry award for his The Flesh Pits movie. Threw the tropy out of the window once in anger but now he displays it along with his other achievement awards as a reminder.
He's an ambassador of many luxury brands.
He's very timely organized person where he plans his days down to every hour. Hates when there's a sudden change in his timetable.
When Johnny and Kenshi have a movie night, not only does he narrate what's happening in the scene, but he nerds out on what exact techniques of shots and lighting are used.
A big car enthusiast. Gives his cars the names that are in Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega. (A little bit of Monica in my life—)
Snores in his sleep, specially when he's really exhausted.
His music taste is mainly girly pop, but sometimes he belts out on old school rock songs.
Loves improv acting. Sometimes, he drops in at random improv club nights to participate in one or two sets. It is always fun to see the crowd going "is that Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage?" whenever he goes on the stage.
A serial double texter. Will send you random ass pictures with no context or whatever. It is especially funny bc Kenshi can't see the pics, and the voice-over feature of his phone gives him the most obscure descriptions that have the man facepalming every time.
Is a big coffee guy but always gotta have them with milk and sugar bc he can't handle bitter taste of americano.
Has love and hate relationship with paparazzi cameramen. When he's out with the earthrealm defenders, his friends sometimes get the feeling of being followed. They say the concern to Johnny, thinking some outworld danger is hunting them or something just for the actor go "no worries that's just my regular paparazzi, Jeff. HI JEFF!! HOW YOU BEEN DOING TODAY?" "I'm fine! How about you, Johnny?", "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? IS HOT OUTSIDE!" "yeah."
^then sometimes it's like this: "CAN YOU GIVE ME A BREATHER FOR A SEC?! YOUR CAMERA CLICKING IS SO LOUD!" "MY RENT IS DUE!" "NOT MY PROBLEM!"
He's an ambivert. Quiet night ins are as much appreciated as parties. He needs winding down moments but will go batshit insane if he doesn't get at least one human interaction a day.
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It's been a while since I made a request to a blog, but I really enjoy your writing, and your AUs got my brain going with ideas (especially the Glitch AU). It has me thinking about how our favorite little Puppet boys would react to some of the... interesting hobbies I have: two of those being things like Doll making/repainting, and cosplaying/ general fantastical costuming.
I feel like both of these hobbies have the potential to lead to both hilarious situations and moments of being a bit... perturbed at best (especially doll making: the random assortment of doll limbs being places, or having naked dolls that are precariously hung from the ceiling to finish drying from paint jobs).
I do know that at least Kabukimono and Wanderer (Scara might have forgotten since he hadn't used the skill in a long time, and Wanderer likely relearned it) know how to sew, so the sewing part could be cute bonding time.
Could be platonic or romantic in nature: both would be fine. And also, fully understand it will probably take you time to get to this, of you even get to it at all. I just appreciate you taking the time to read this request~! Can't wait for your next bits of work: hope you have a wonderful day~!!! 💕💕💕💕
hey!! thanks so much for your request!! this was a funny idea bc i can't imagine any of scara's iterations being any good at collaboration but for all separate reasons lmao
I'm not too knowledgeable about doll making but hopefully you like this anyway :D i wrote it as a bit of a glitch!AU spinoff in my mind, but feel free to imagine any other scenarios these three clowns might come together for hahaha WC. 1.3k
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When the three puppets were told not to enter your room and disturb your hobby workstation, this isn’t what they had in mind. Wanderer thought maybe you did something embarrassing as a hobby, Scaramouche thought it might be something potentially dangerous especially if you intended to keep it a secret from them, while Kabukimono was certain that you did some sort of artistic craft that you preferred to keep hidden until the end product was finished.
All three of them were right, in some way or another.
The three of them stand in your workshop, staring in horror at the dozens of separated doll components you’d strung up around the edges of the room. Scraps of tiny, doll-sized outfits were scattered around your desk, and a half-painted doll head was mounted on some sort of device in the middle of the chaos. The doll’s single painted eye watches their trespassing with silent judgment.
You’re glad you find them out so soon, and you have exactly three seconds to stop them from touching anything in the workshop.
“WhatareyouguysDOINGinhere?!” Nailed it.
Kabukimono leaps a vertical foot into the air out of fright at your sudden and shrill outburst, while the other two react in more subdued manners before turning around to face you, standing in the doorway behind them. Your arms are outstretched, palms forward, and you’re braced as though you’re anticipating some sort of impact.
“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You warn. “Not all of these are dry, and if you smudge anything I’ll have to restart them.”
“Why do you have a bunch of dismembered doll corpses?” Scaramouche asks, jerking his thumb at the precariously hanging doll components.
“A seller in Inazuma asked me if I could help him finish a few dolls, since I told him I used to do it as a hobby back in my world.” You explain, not dropping your guarded position. “If any of you want to eat dinner this week, I suggest you step away from the dolls. Slowly.”
“Can you not call them that?” Kabukimono complains to Scara as the trio carefully shuffle out of your workshop. “They’re not corpses, they just haven’t been put together yet.”
“Well, they aren’t alive either, so what’s your point?”
“If you need some help completing them, I can pitch in.” The three of you look wide-eyed at Wanderer, who seems to immediately regret making the offer. He shrugs and looks away quickly. “Or not. Whatever.”
“I’d love some help,” you start hesitantly. “But what did you want to help with?”
“I can sew the clothes, I guess.”
Scaramouche’s nose wrinkles at this statement. “You can sew?”
“Why is that so surprising?” Wanderer counters, reaching into the inner lining of his haori and showing off a small, familiar cloth doll. Instantly, Kabukimono is patting himself down with a frantic expression, before pointing at Wanderer accusingly.
“Where did you get that?! I lost it a long time ago!”
“Heh, of course you did.” Wanderer smirks. “I made mine. What, are you telling me you never thought of making yourself a new one?”
“I was never good at doing the small stitches…” Kabukimono pouts, crossing his arms and eyeing the doll jealously.
“That aside,” Wanderer continues, turning to you. “I can help you finish the clothes for your project dolls. The faster you can finish them, the faster you can retrieve the commission for them, right?”
“That’s true, I guess,” you acquiesce, already running the math in your head. If you could get the commission for the dolls early, you might not have to budget as hard this week.
“I wanna help too!” Kabukimono declares, raising his hand (a bit redundantly, given he’s standing right next to you).
“Whatever,” Scaramouche snorts and waves dismissively as he begins to walk away. “If that’s what you nerds want to waste your time on, be my guest. As long as you don’t make it my problem, I don’t care what you do in your free time.”
“Party pooper,” you say, sticking out your tongue at his retreating back. “Well, what do you say, guys? Let’s get this bread?”
“Sure,” Wanderer nods, heading back into the workshop.
“What does bread have to do with dollmaking?” Kabukimono asks, even as he’s herded into the room by you.
“I’ll explain later, let’s finish up these bad boys first,” you promise, and the workshop door closes behind you.
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“I made another sword!” Kabukimono declares, hurrying over to your workbench and showing off the tiny doll-sized sword he’d made. The fifth one, so far.
“That’s great, buddy!” You give him a pat, to his delight. “I think we’re okay on swords for now, though, d’you wanna try making something else this time?”
“Okay!”
Wanderer looks up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, a few pins sticking out of his mouth as he uses them to hold his patterns in place.
“Did your toymaker guy say what kinds of dolls he wanted?” He asks, holding up another utilitarian-looking outfit. “I can’t imagine this is what he had in mind when he asked for your help.”
“I mean, these are kind of edging into action figure territory,” you shrug. “But that’s probably fine. There’s a market out there for everything, nowadays.”
“Make a kimono that looks like the Shogun,” Kabukimono suggests, handing Wanderer some purple fabric. “Everybody likes the Shogun, right? She should be pretty popular.”
You and Wanderer both wince (for different reasons) at Kabukimono’s well-meant statement. However, Wanderer does take the purple fabric and sets it gently aside, and you wonder if he’ll take the suggestion after all.
“Are you losers done in here? I’m tired of doing the dishes for two days straight,” Scaramouche kicks the door in, uncaring of the delicate work you three are doing. Thankfully, the risky parts are all done, so nothing suffers any damage with his sudden entrance. Scara drops three bowls onto your workbench, each piled with fried rice and vegetables.
“Ha, you’d make a great housewife,” Wanderer snickers, earning himself a smack on the back of his head. “Ow.”
“Thank you!” Kabukimono takes his bowl and brings it to where he’s working on something, hopefully not another sword.
“Thanks,” you say as well, giving Scara a genuine smile. The puppet scowls and leaves as quickly as he’d come in.
“Don’t bother! It doesn’t benefit anyone if you drop dead from starvation, you know?” he sneers over his shoulder as he slams the door shut.
There’s silence as you three eat the lunch that was generously provided, stacking the bowls and putting them beside the door for when you guys go for your next break.
“I think I’m done after I finish this last outfit,” Wanderer sighs, holding up the unfinished garment. It looks hilarious in his hands, a cheerful pink and purple kimono in stark contrast to his deadpan expression.
“I’m almost done too!” Kabukimono adds, holding up his latest project: a doll-sized armor set. You smile gratefully at the both of them, even as you rub your temples with a sigh.
“Okay, great, I’ll put these together and bring them to the toymaker later this afternoon, then!” You say, hoping you sound enthusiastic about it. You think about the mismatched collection of outfits and sword accessories, wondering how you were going to sell this to your temporary employer.
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As it turns out, if there’s one thing Inazumans like, it’s swordsmen. The toymaker looks in awe at your half dozen tiny samurai, handing you a pouch of mora with a pleased word of thanks.
As you’re headed back home, you get a telepathic message from Wanderer.
KABUKIMONO WANTS TO KNOW WHEN WE’RE GETTING MORE DOLLS.
‘He fired me, we’ll have to do something else,’ you think back, hoping you don’t sound too guilty in your head.
As much as you love these guys, you aren’t sure you could take another two days straight of having to collab with them. Hopefully buying some treats on the way home will placate them.
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^ reader trying to juggle all three scara iterations without breaking any of the dolls LMAO
#genshin sagau#genshin self aware au#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin isekai#genshin scaramouche#sagau scaramouche#genshin wanderer#sagau wanderer#genshin kabukimono#sagau kabukimono#sagau x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#kabukimono x reader#seabird.txt#seabird.inbox#littlemistermedley
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gimme a fantasy clegan au where John is a telepathic interrogator and Gale is an outlaw that Johns supposed to break
hey squad actually can't stop thinking about this gif (it may or may not have inspired the entire au)
Gale had been captured by hunters and brought in for interrogation (or torture depending on how you look at it) and John was assigned to the case
John is a telepath, has been since he was young, and only gets assigned the especially difficult cases, Gale being one of them
Usually, he uses his telepathy to get into the minds of the prisoners, their thoughts ALWAYS give them away, no matter what they say with their mouths
He tries not to let the fact that Gale is stunning, even while he's strung and bloody, distract him from doing his actual job
John knows that elves like Gale are supposed to be desired, beautiful, and Gale seems to know it as well
He smirks and refuses to talk, and John is shocked by how blank Gale's mind is, he can't seem to read any of his thoughts
The only thoughts that Gale lets John see are lewd flashes of them together, John ravaging Gale on the floor of his cell, and John has to leave the cell with a raging hard on
John knows that Gales actions are to protect himself and not actual desires he feels, but John can't help but get lost in the ocean of Gales eyes
He also sees a deep, carnal fear in them, the look of an animal that's been trapped, and he decides he's going to help Gale get out of here
John makes it seem like it's Gale's idea, getting in his head and planting the idea in there. If he can make it seem as though Gale had come up with the idea, it'll be easier to convince him to allow Johns help
Gale starts thinking about ways of escaping, little does he know that John is carefully supplying them so that he can think of a feasible way to actually get Gale out
But Gale's giving up, the torture has left him beaten, bloody, and tired, and his mind is no longer accepting John's thoughts
He confesses that he's gonna give up and let them kill him; it's not worth the fuss and his body slowly dying
John kisses him then and Gale feels frail and weak beneath him, it makes anger surge through John's body
He's a well respected telepathic investigator, if he gets caught trying to aide a prisoner in escape, he will be hung
Gale's too weak to run so John practically drags him through the prison, mind on alert for any thoughts he can hear from guards that signal that they know they're escaping
Gale, pain riddled and delirious, looks up at John at some point and says something stupid like "Damn, an angel must be saving me," and it gives John the extra bit of strength to drag Gale's body out of the prison
They don't get caught, but they're not out of the woods yet, Gale's still injured and losing strength fast, John steals a horse and drapes Gale over his lap and bolts out of there
Once outside of the danger of the prison, John dumps Gale beneath and tree and nurses him back to health
Insert sensual wound dressing here, Gale musters up the strength to kiss John again and John has to stop Gale from hurting himself further
Something something they run away together, now both outlaws on the run, but they don't really care bcs they have each other (weeps)
this was very cathartic to write God I love fantasy and torture
lmk some of y'all's hcs for this! I don't really know how to end this but I am thinking it might be angsty 😈😈
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Translating Killjoy Names
The Fabulous Killjoys live in the American Southwest outside L.A. if u try to tell me that they're not all a little Chicano imma be mad. I say they get spanish names too bc i love translating.
There’s a quote that’s like “you’re never translating literally between just two languages, you’re also talking about the third thing that the original phrase actually meant” and Killjoy names got a lot of connotations and meaning behind them ESPECIALLY when they’re referencing other stuff. So without further ado:
Jet Star -> Estrella Oscuro
There's a couple different connotations of the word 'jet', notably as a specific type of plane or the color descriptor 'jet-black'. There's also some lesser connotations about elegance, usually as an offshoot of the two more common meanings. Which to use here in terms of translating to get the point of it across?It’s actually unclear bc we got little information about why the killjoy names were chosen or the associations they were going for (both in terms of in the danger days universe and outside of it). I went with the 'jet-black' connotation here. Jet is a kind of dark rock, and where we get the phrase ‘jet-black’ from. Literally Estrella Oscuro means 'dark star', and I think that is a really cool killjoy name as well as an acceptable translation bc it keeps the sense of 'wait, these words go together but WHY.
Fun Ghoul -> Demonio Divertido
This translation is both easy and difficult. Right off the bat, you can do Demonio Divertido, literally Fun Demon (the word demonio means demon, yeah, but also has wider connotations for monstery things like Ghouls.) HOWEVER. This is one of the killjoy names we got an additional info for-another reason it was picked was because it sounds vaguely like ‘fanculo’ or ‘fuck you’ in Italian. Finding a spanish translation that also sounds like an insult in another language actually makes my job harder so we’re sticking with Demonio Divertido until I come up with something better.
Party Poison -> Maria Mata
Similarly, the direct translation of Party Poison would be Veneno Festivo. BUT Party Poison is also a slang term for molly/MDMA/ecstasy. Again, finding a Spanish term that keeps the idea of “killing your fun” WITH the added connotation of having the same name as a drug makes translating more difficult. Do ya use the spanish slang terms for molly, which vary but include extasis, pastis or Maria? A fun way to do it could be Maria Mata, aka “Molly Kills” going off slang terms, and I like that one because it keeps the idea of something/someone fun also fucking you up.
Kobra Kid -> El Hijo de Serpiente
The Kobra Kid translated literally is El Hijo de Serpiente, and I have no idea if there’s any deeper meaning behind that choice so we’re gonna stick with it.
Maybe I'll do more later?
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Mercs first time receiving head?
Male or gender neutral Reader preferred
TF2 Mercs First Time Getting Head || x M!Reader +18
minors dni
Pyro is ambiguous genitals
Scout
In disbelief really, since none of his previous partners were interested in BJs
As soon as you got on your knees and offered, his heart nearly lurched out of his throat.
Def internalizes it as "well you're a guy, so it's gotta be different"
Probably wouldn't reciprocate that's some gay shit right there and Jeremy is NOT gay. especially when another man is sucking him off!
Loves how tight and wet it is
ABSOLUTELY fucks your throat when he gets too into it
Demoman
You two have to leave to the field in ten minutes, but you're both horny
You offer to give Tav head since there's no time for fucking and he enthusiastically agrees
He's very tentative about letting you know that there's no pressure for you to do this often
His favorite part is feeling your moans on his dick
A bit shy when it comes to deepthroating because he "I don't wanna fuck up my boy's throat if he needs to shout for a heal"
Would try to reciprocate at a later date, but he's honestly not that good 3/10 but an A for effort
Pyro
Pyro is very nervous about you giving them oral
Just like the usual fucking with them, no skin is showing except what the open zipper to the flame retardant suit allowed. Even then, their heavy shirt and pants withheld everything that wasn't necessary for sex
You like how vocal they are and how their hands run through your hair
They orgasm HARD. So much cum. As they ride the high, you keep going, only making Pyro sob in pleasure
They offer to let you fuck them as a thank you, even then they beg to at LEAST give you a handjob
God, there's so much Pyro loves about oral, but the intimacy is amazing for them
Engineer
He's a bit frumpy about the idea of "degrading" you like that
UGH he's such a southern gentleman you wanna rail him even more
"Listen hon, I know that it shouldn't feel as intimate as sex but- but your face down there? I dunno."
You assure him that it isn't degrading to you and that you're more than enthusiastic to give him head
He's down to give it a shot, but in the end after 2 minutes you can tell he's just not into it and he profusely apologizes
You spend the rest of the night cuddling your man bc 1. babe it's ok to not like oral and 2. honeyyyy i wasn't objectifieddd
Heavy
Damn. Like, DAMN. He's fucking HUGE
As soon as you see his dick when you two are going to sleep together, you wanna get it in your mouth as a bit of foreplay
You're a size king, but your jaw hurts not even 3 minutes into working down his shaft.
Heavy gives praise as you tirelessly try to take him
"Good job, most can barely take it during sex!"
He's very patient and calm as you suck and swallow around the head and the shaft. no matter what you did you couldn't get him balls deep.
Reciprocation is 5/10, also inexperienced but since your dick is half his size he doesn't have as much trouble
Soldier
Surprisingly one of the most happy to get head
Loves the idea of you sucking him off when he's busy
cockwarming kink 100%%%
He nearly jizzes on the spot with how warm your throat is
Reciprocation game is surprisingly good 6/10
Not mouthy per se, but very grunty/groany when you get him close to orgasm. Def will get noisy if you edge him.
Jane wants to cum on your face but he ain't gonna ask
Medic
God he LOVES the idea of blowjobs, like that's his usual jerk off material
He has an oral fixation, he always liked watching you drink from straws or licking things like icepops
As soon as you offer his eyes light up and he grabs your face to kiss you over and over again
He's so jittery in happiness as you unzip his pants, def doesn't last long
Reciprocation game is great but the overenthusiasm docks points 7/10
Loved the feeling of your tongue, the way it feels makes him white out in pleasure.
Sniper
Sees blowjobs as "Sex but when there's not enough time"
His danger kink just BEGS for you to blow him while he's camping out for an assassination.
Road. Head. Please. Mundy loves the idea of road head.
He's casually bisexual, so he doesn't mind giving head to you as well. Definitely has given head before and knows his way around a cock. 8/10 (-2 bc it feels impersonal)
Mundy's favorite thing about you giving head is how you look up at him. If he's driving then every red light makes him blush bc yes. he's looking. yes, he WILL blush if you make eye contact.
Will remember it for an absurdly long time and WILL bring it up like 5 months later
Spy
you know damn well you're not his first.
He likes the power of you on his knees and ready to please him.
He loves running his hands into your hair and guiding you to how to blow him properly.
Spy will reciprocate and is a 10/10 for practiced grace. However, he threatens to castrate you if you dirty up his mask.
Dirty talks in french if you really go above his expectations
not too noisy or mouthy, but get him riled up enough and he'll mutter french to himself
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together pt.1/?
ship: river (all souls) x gender neutral reader
warnings: vague mentions of drug dealing bc of canon i suppose
summary: river has some financial troubles. you want to help.
word count: 800+
You're resting on River's worn-out sofa bed, like you do whenever you come over. River's place is a single bedroom and her baby comes first - Jade is already sleeping soundly in the bedroom. And you can ignore the springs digging into your back if it means River's laying beside you every night.
But right now, she's busy. River is counting crumpled bills at her dining table, sitting on a metal folding chair that's always been uncomfortable. A little from the dealings she runs, a little more for helping the cops, and the shitty tips from her diner job.
Her being a police informant is too dangerous for your liking. Especially with how it wraps River up in Silas's world again. River agreed with you every time you two talked about it but, in her words, what the hell can she do? She needs the money to keep the lights on, to keep her girl fed, needs Jade to be able to stay miles away from the shitshow that is her life. And, River added, the more she helps the police the closer that scum gets off the streets.
"Damn," River whispers to herself as she counts the final bill. "Barely enough to keep the lights on." But you hear her, and you can see that wrinkle between her brows. She's stressed - mind already whirring about how to make her paycheck stretch for the week. Your girl takes on way too much by herself.
"Hey," you say. You get up from the sofa and make your way over to her, sliding an arm across River's shoulders.
"Mm," she murmurs back in acknowledgement. River lifts her head up so that your lips graze against the tattoo on her neck. "Sorry, it's just-" she sighs, "a lot. But I'll figure something out. I always do."
"No, no. I'll pitch in." You don't say it like an offer, knowing that River's pride would make her refuse, but as a statement. You'd take care of her. You'd take care of them both if she let you.
River has been independent since she was a kid, practically, so young when she had Jade. She had dropped out and had taken whatever jobs she could, and after her mom passed River has been doing it virtually alone. Learning that it's alright to depend on you has been a struggle for her.
River pauses. "You sure?" You've offered before, and River always turned it down. It's your money, she'd tell you. The fact that she doesn't refuse immediately tells you that she's more comfortable relying on you already. It warms your heart.
The answer's easy. You don't hesitate to say "of course", leaning down to kiss her again.
It's slow and a little sweet, the tang from the Monster she just downed hitting your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick it away and River makes this cute little noise at the back of her throat. The pressure of River's kiss is like a soothing balm. When she pulls away, though, you can see that the money problems are still on her mind.
Leaning her head on your shoulder, she sets down the bills she was tallying and rubs her tired eyes. It's a mix of emotions. Gratitude for the roof over their heads, frustration at the unending struggle to make ends meet. And above all, River has determination to provide a better life for her daughter. She knows accepting this offer would be for the best. And she trusts you.
"Alright. But I don't really know what to let you help with," River admits. She already has enough, if barely, to cover the bills. With a little more pocket change from you, she could actually have some savings for a rainy day. You two wouldn't have to sleep every night on a sofa she found off the side of the road.
"I dunno. Anything," you say.
River looks over her apartment as if seeing it for the first time. The coffee table has cigarette burns and crayon scribbles. Toys are strewn all over the floor but the walls are empty, save for Jade's drawings. The cabinets never close properly. There's only two chairs at the dining table. That was enough for when it was just the two of them, but with you around... maybe River can dream of sharing meals together as a family. You'd stick around for breakfast instead of slipping out before Jade wakes up.
"You think we can get a little something to make the place more homey?" she asks. "I think I'd like that."
You grip her tighter, whispering promises against River's skin. Dreaming for more is hard in a world like this. But you hope against hope that you being around will make River see that it's alright. That dreams can come true.
You hold her close, surrounded by the faint scent of her perfume and the quiet hum of the city outside. "I'd love to. We'll make it happen," you whisper. You'll make anywhere home as long as you're by each other's sides. "Together."
pt. 2 is here!
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
Javier Peña x F! Informant Reader
Summary: Javi had gone out on a bust, he told you to wait for him in the safety of his room. You saw something shiny poking from his side table drawer and got interested.
-first time writing full-out smut, sorry if it's not that good. Some mistakes bc i didn’t edit it sorry!!
+18 smut warning
word count: 4k
You’re walking into the cafe where you were set to meet La Quica. All you have to do is get him to tell you where Pablo is going to be tomorrow, and you’re not nervous at all. You’ve done this for about a year or so, and it’s become second nature. As soon as you walk in La Quica spots you, but you’ve spotted the other sicarios he has placed around the cafe, they didn’t even hide the guns they have tucked into their waistbands. He nods you over, and you strut over not failing to notice how they all have their eyes on you. Hey, it comes with the job, you have to wear skinny jeans and tight tops, to blend in with the rest of the women in Colombia.
“Quihubo y/n que mas?” Quica asks you how you are. “Ya sabe aqui esperando ordenes del jefe”. You tell him that you’re just waiting on orders from Pablo. You try to get to the point, not wanting to spend any minute more than you have to. He reaches to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you try not to flinch away from his touch. “Que pasa linda? La veo nerviosa?”.
His menacing tone makes it seem like he knows you’re up to something. You just laugh it off, and you brush your fingers along his shoulder and sweetly ask him if he’s gonna tell you what you have to do. “Que va pasar Quica? Me va decir lo que tengo que hacer o que?”. Your sweeter tone makes him ease up a bit, they’re so easy it’s laughable. “Ah bueno, mas le vale. Mire mañana va llegar un delivery de Miami, Pablo quiere que usted vaya con Limon al aeropuerto a recibir El Leon, la plata se la dan cuando El Leon ya este aqui en Bogota”.
Pablo wants you to go to the airport to pick up one of his men that works for him in Miami and you aren’t going alone, you’re going with Limón. He’s a recently added worker, you’d seen him around in the market with Maritza. Poor guy doesn’t know what he got himself into. You slide Quica a paper with the address of where to have Limón pick you up. “No se tarde, ya sabe como es el jefe. Hasta despues linda”. He tips up your chin while he gets up. You give him a sweet smile as you watch him leave with the group of men that were scattered around.
“It’s clear y/n, you can head out. We’re just round the corner”. Javier’s rich deep voice fills your ears. In the car, you find Steve, Carrillo, and Javier, they were all listening to your conversation, and what you didn’t know but learned later was that they had set up cameras in the shop and watched everything. Carrillo spoke first once you got in, “Nice work y/n, we’ll be at the location you gave him. When you hear the signal, get out as quick as possible. We don’t want you involved with what will go down”. You nod your head “gracias colonel, do you want me in a specific place after?”. As soon as your last word went through Javier spoke up. “You’ll go straight to my place, understood?”.
As hard as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t anymore. Hearing Javi talks to you in that demanding voice did dangerous things to you. You had messed around with him in the beginning but you mutually decided it was best to keep things professional. It was really hard to keep things professional with him. The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, and how he tried to sneak touches, it drove you crazy. Javier knew what he was doing, he loved seeing the way you’d blush when you caught him looking at you, he loved how the hairs on your arm would rise when he “accidentally” brushed his fingers along your arms. You looked up at him with a questioning look on your face but you decided not to question him. Especially not when Carrillo and Steve were here. “Yes sir”.
You had no idea how the bust went down. As soon as you heard the signal to move, you did. You started to run till a cop car passed you and beeped. It was Trujillo, “Peña dio ordenes a llevarte al apartamento de el”. You got in the car with him and drove in silence until you got to his apartment. “La puerta esta abierta, suerte y/n”. He let you know that Javier left the door open. “Gracias Trujillo”.
You’re in his apartment and it’s exactly as you expected, it’s a bit messy with beer bottles scattered along his kitchen and ashtrays on every table. You walk into his room and are not surprised again when it’s the same deal. Beer, cigarettes, and a spare gun you imagine on his bedside table. His bed was messily made like he was in a rush this morning. The beautiful Colombian sun spilled through the windows into the room, making it hotter than comfortable. You felt your already tight light yellow top cling to your skin. Your skinny jeans stick to your skin like glue. It was safe to say you felt extremely uncomfortable.
You thought to take off your clothes for just a bit to cool yourself off. So you remove your high heels, peel off your jeans and unbutton your top. Looking at your watch and it being a while since you left, you thought that they’re probably gonna take a bit longer so you decide to relax a bit and lay on his bed. It felt so naughty to be in Javi’s bed just in your unbuttoned shirt, no pants, just your lacy pink bra, and matching underwear.
Your mind wandered to what Javier had done in his bed before, if he’s ever thought of you late at night while touching places you’d only wish he’d let you touch. You thought if he’s ever accidentally said your name while doing things that made your belly swirl. You shook your head, feeling your underwear getting wet. You sat up with your arms placed behind you, letting your eyes wander until they spotted something shiny poking from his drawer. Your curiosity got the best of you and you got up to see what it was. You carefully opened the drawer and saw handcuffs with the key right beside them. Before being an informant, your life was normal in Colombia. You had gone to school to learn English, you worked at a cafe and life was simple. Naturally, you had never gotten handcuffed and you had always wondered what it was like. You thought you’d do it quickly and unlock yourself before Javier got back.
“Fuck”. It seems like you didn’t think this through. While the notion of you putting on the handcuffs was easy, you made the mistake of not taking the key out of the drawer before locking your hands together. You tried lifting your hand but you just could get them in the drawer. While attempting to get the keys you heard the door open. Double fuck, your eyes widened and you quickly scrambled to his bed and sat with your back facing the door. “Y/n?”
His footsteps get closer to the room and you start to panic a bit, I mean what’s the worse thing he could do? Laugh at You? Or maybe he’d be mad that you even went into his room, which you can understand because you’d let curiosity get the best of you and now you’re handcuffed and sitting on his bed half naked. You were so in your mind that you hadn’t even heard Javi enter the room. As soon as he saw you he paused and confusion ran across his face. “What are you doing?”
Your mind scrambles with what to say. “Oh just looking out your window”
Javier just hums and heads toward you. He notices your jeans and shoes on the floor. “Why are your clothes on my floor y/n”. While you couldn’t see him, you didn’t have to, you know that he had that stupid smirk on his face, that smirk that always had you clenching your legs together whenever you caught a glimpse of it. “It got hot?”. You were so nervous that it came out more as a question than a statement. You felt him close to you but you didn’t have the guts to look up at him.
Javi was already standing in front of you. Taking in the sight of you. Everything in front of him looked like one of his wet dreams. While you had no idea, Javier had been aching to touch you again. When “yes sir” came out of your mouth yesterday, it had him lose control. He went home that day with your sweet voice answering back to his orders in his mind. Javier couldn’t get you out of his head, not only because of your words but because you just looked so damn good yesterday that he truly doesn’t know how he kept himself under control. Those jeans you had on yesterday fit you so well, they did wonders for your ass and you knew it, more of the reasons why you wore them. Javi bends down in front of you, he places his calloused hands on your knees and slightly caresses them.
“Look at me bonita”.
And you did exactly that because you can’t simply defy him. He brushes the loose strands that had come in front of your face behind your ear, once your face comes into his view he smirks at you. “There’s that pretty face, so what happened here y/n?” He slightly smacked the side of your thigh. “I got bored of waiting for you Javi, and I saw the handcuffs I had never been handcuffed, obviously and I wanted to see what it felt like, but then I forgot to take out the key before and then you came and I got scared that you were gonna be mad at me”. There it was that nervous babble that you hated so much, you felt your face heat up out of embarrassment. Then you heard the beautiful chuckle, it was low and just so good, that you wanted to hear it again. He caressed your face. “I’m not mad bonita”, your eyes brows shot up in surprise. “You’re not?”
“Of course not, I could never be mad at you”
“Besides how could I be mad, when I’ve come home to you looking like this?” His hands start to roam your bare skin, and soft whimpers are released from your mouth. You’ve longed for him touching like this, he has no idea how much this is affecting you. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?”. You just shook your head, you had a slight inkling he was interested in you but that was it. “Ever since you walked in that first day, with that sundress that drove me absolutely wild” Then he started to press soft kisses on your things, “that day I wanted to snatch you up, and have you all to myself”.
“Javier-”. You moans his name softly, the soft touches driving you crazy. He’s so close to where you want him. “Those kisses we shared didn’t fill me y/n, I still needed more. Now I find you handcuffed, half naked, and sitting all pretty on my bed? I’m going to do things to you linda, things that have been on my mind since yesterday”
At this point, you’re breathing heavily, you just want him to touch you already. “You want that baby?”
You nod your head, not trusting your words but he’s not having it. He’s shaking his head. He places his hands around your jaw and grips your face close to his. “Usa tus palabras princesa”
“Yes Javi, just- just do it already”
You aren’t sure who initiated first but you felt his soft lips slot in between yours. His hand moved down to your throat and his other gripped your waist bringing you closer. He kissed like he’s been dying for this. Javier can’t keep his hands off you and you couldn’t be any happier.
His hand grips your throat tighter which causes you to slip a moan out and he takes that chance to slip his tongue in and tangle it with yours. He groans into your mouth. With your handcuffed hands you try to touch him but you can’t. You break the kiss. “Javi, please let me out of these” you whine. His eyes light up with mischief, and he pouts. “No baby, this is your punishment”
Your brows drew together, “my punishment?” he hummed and pushed your legs open, he pushed you’re back so now you’re laying on your back. He’s hovering over you and goes into presses kisses on your neck and below your ear on that sweet spot that drives you crazy. You’re panting like crazy just wanting him in you. “Punishment for touching Quica, for letting him touch you and call you bonita. You don’t know how much I wanted to go in there and shoot every fucker that looked at you when you walked in. Staring at your ass and thinking things they shouldn’t. I want to cut off his hand for ever laying his hands on what’s mine” Javier sounded and looked genuinely mad, You didn’t even know he could see what was going on inside. “Nadie te toca, escuchaste y/n” His jaw was clenched and his pupils were fully dilated. “Si Javier”.
“No, Not Javier. Yes, what y/n?”
At first, you didn’t understand but then you got it, “Yes, sir”.
“Good girl, now let me get back to what’s mine, okay bonita?”
He was kissing the swells of your breasts and he muttered something along the lines of “too many clothes” he ripped open your bra and placed his warm mouth on your nipple and started nipping and sucking. His hand playing with the other. You moan in pleasure. He moves his mouth to the other and his other hand starts to roam down to your underwear. He runs his finger along your clothes slit. It has you flinch at the sensation. He moves his mouth back to your lips and kisses you with so much force that you can feel his mustache scratching you and it feels so good to you. He slides your underwear to the side and slides his fingers through your lips and he breaks the kiss to groan, “so wet for me already y/n, my poor baby how long have you been like this? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget about the times I wasn’t here eating you up.” Javier does just that he moves his mouth down all the way down to where you want him the most. He prepares you by kissing the inner of your thighs. “Javi please, i- I need you, just please do it already” You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you’d beg him until he did it, but luckily you didn’t have to beg anymore because his mouth latched to your cunt, feeling his hot mouth sucking on your clit had you throwing your head back, moaning profanities and mixing in his name. He was eating you like this was the last time and you really hoped it wasn’t. His tongue going up and down, this sucking your slit then back to licking everything up. Javier was hungry for you and he wasn’t going to waste any of you. He brings his finger and starts tracing it up and down. A loud whimper escapes your lips n you feel his thick finger pressing into you, he pumps it in and out, curling it and finding your sweet spot. He increases his pace as your moans and whimpers increase. When you get louder he adds another finger, going at a pace that has clamped down on his fingers. You know that sensation. The swirl in your belly is getting too much to handle. His mouth and fingers are doing amazing things to you, you’ve never felt this good before. His groans vibrate through your cunt, making you desperately moan his name. He sucks your clit harder and you feel yourself unraveling, Javi takes the time to lap up every drop of cum, not letting any go to waste. He lifts his head and you see the glimmer of your arousal on his face making you blush, he licks his lips and places one of his arms right by your head, he brings his fingers and brings them to your lips, “I knew you were going to taste good, but princesa you taste so fucking good. Open for me baby”. You open your mouth and suck the juices off his fingers, swirling your tongue around and sucking them clean.
“Javi” you breathed out. “Please let me touch you, I promise no one’s touching me but you, te lo prometo Javier, solo tu”.
He lets you out of the handcuffs and once your hands are free you stand up. “What are you doing-”
“Javi, shh let me do this” You push him onto the bed, He sits with his legs spread wide which already have you a mess. You place your hands on his knees caressing them up and down, then you move up to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off him. Your mouth starts kissing his chest, touching what you couldn’t before. “Don’t be a tease babe, keep this up, and ill just have to fill you with my dick and fuck you till you’re all the way up with my cum”.
Javier had a way with his words. Hearing his dirty talk spurred something in you. You stopped the small soft touches and went for his pants. You palmed him through his jeans feeling hard he was for you, You unblocked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Javi helped you pull his pants down. His dick sprang up and that’s when you noticed he was commando. Your hands softly grabs his dick and he groans at the way you’re touching him. “Did you think this was going to happen Javi? Hm?”
You move your mouth to his shaft and press a gentle kiss before you wrap your mouth around his tip. That groan you longed to hear was let out from his lips. You begin to swirl your tongue around his tip, collecting the precum and tasting him. You had a feeling Javi was big but you didn’t expect him to be this big. You brought your hand to the bottom of his dick and started to go up and down all in sync with your mouth, applying the right pressure. “Fuck baby, you’re doing so good for me”. His praise only made you go faster. He was groaning so much in pleasure you felt so happy that you were able to make him feel this good. Javier gripped a handful of your hair and made you go deeper in, “c’mon y/n, take me all the way in, I want to feel the back of your throat”
He pushes your head all the way down, and you feel his tip touch the back of your throat, You were swallowing him. Javi let you back up and you gasped for air but you went back in with determination. Started to lick that sweet spot you knew every guy had. You felt his dick twitch and put his dick back into your mouth. You felt the hot spurts of cum in your mouth. Tasting all of him in your mouth. “That’s it, mama, swallow all of it, you did so good y/n”. You swallowed every drop of his cum. Licked every bit you could and his dick sprung out of your mouth with a pop. Javier sits up and uses his thumb to clean the side of your mouth where some cum had dripped out. He brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off.
You climb onto his lap, kiss the shell of his ear, and whisper “Javi, I need you in me. Please”
“Yeah? You need me to fill you up?”
“Yes, oh god, yes please” You clench around nothing, just at the fact that you’ll finally get to have him in you. Javi lines up his dick to your entrance. You slowly start to push yourself down on him, Only the tip has gone in and the stretch hurt, but it hurts so good your grab onto his shoulders. “Relajate preciosa” he murmurs and waits until you adjust, Javier grips your waist and pushes you down until you’ve taken all of him.
“You feel so good Javi” you choke out.
Right now he’s just letting you get used to him. But you start to grow impatient. You start to move a bit to create that friction you crave. A smirk appears on Javier’s face, he finally has you where he wanted you for so long.
“Javier, muevete, I need you to move.. Porfavor”. His hands are already on your waist moving you up and bringing you down hard. His hands gripping so tight to keep you in place while he hammers into you. His hips move up to meet yours. The sound of skin smacking together spurs both of your pornographic moans. He turns you so fast you don’t even realize you’re on your back and he’s on top of you.
“Look at you baby, you look so good under me like this”
He is back to thrusting into you, His pace is relentless and yummy. With every thrust, he hits that sweet spot. He brings his fingers to your clit. Rubbing it in the perfect motion, going in delicious perfect moans that have you screaming his name.
“Fuck, Javi keep going”, “You feel so fucking good Javi”
He leans down to kiss you hard. “I’ve wanted this so long Javi”
“Yeah? How long have you thought of me?” he thrust harder and harder. His fingers circled my clit relentlessly
“Too long”
You feel yourself gripping him, your belly swirling with that feeling from before. It’s like he senses it. “Let it go, baby”
And you do just that, You cum, drenching his dick with your cum. You cum so hard you feel it drip down your thighs. “So good, You did so good for me y/n, you love being a good girl for me, yeah?”
You’ve cummed but he doesn’t stop, he goes faster than before, the sensitivity making it too much but you let it happen. His thrust starts to get sloppy and you feel him twitch in you. “Im going to fill up your cunt so deep that it will be dripping out of you for days, reminding you who did that and who you belong to” He voice hoarse and deep. His hot cum shoots into you, and your cunt grips him. Milking all of his cum into you. He holds his dick in there. Not letting any of his drips out of you. You feel so full of him that it turns you on so much. Javiers leaned his forehead on you, his breaths getting back to normal. You feel his dick softening in you. You bring your hands up into his hair. Gently tug on the strands binging his mouth to yours. This time the kiss is different. It’s not rough and hungry like before. It’s soft and passionate. He breaks the kiss and peppers kisses all over you. You start to laugh at his playfulness. “Javi stop that tickles”
You see him get up, and he gets a washcloth and cleans you up. Still a bit sensitive you flinch when he presses it along your slot. He gives you an apologetic smile. Then you go back to the bed and presses your body next to his, His arm around you bringing you in close. He kisses your temple and starts caressing your hair.
“You did so good for me hermosa, I don’t know how I survived so long without you”
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okay so like lets talk about this...2k words of prowl analysis. mostly from mtmte 27 but also just general observations. i dont even know where to put a keep reading but just be aware this is long:
prowl has major issues. like i get him fr fr. but he's got problems. and the most important is his perspective. he doesn't trust anyone. he can see the capabilities of a scenario. he's a rule follower to an extent. sometimes rules are made to be broken for the greater good mindset. he isn't really close to anyone. they all find him grating in some way though they appreciate his skills. he's good at his job. i feel like because of this he thinks he's always right. and thats dangerous.
he always sees the bigger picture. the next move. like pieces on a chessboard. he sees the next big fight and how they respond. he looks down on those that can't seem to do that. bumblebee especially. but also...chromedome
because theres two scenarios here in mtme #27...either prowl is just really mean deep down. or he was trying to put himself on the same level as chromedome so that they can make up.
for the first option: prowl is unintentionally mean. he's sarcastic and blunt and honest but not malicious. what he said sucked but i don't think it was intentional. he sucks at talking to people one on one. outside of his position in command, outside of war times. normal day to day conversation is not his forte. so i don't think he intended to walk up to chromedome and blame him for what happened. i think he was trying to compare. put himself on the same level rather than say to chromedome that things going bad on cybertron was his fault, because chromedome had left that opening in his head allowing decepticons in. he does have a focus on the fact that chromedome removed his memories left him open to decepticon control. he mentions it twice. so i think he is bitter but trying not to show it and failing
for the second: he was trying to say basically that they both lost things. lets put our differences aside. but he goes about it so stupidly and without context of where chromedome currently is. prowl says first thing, the memory stuff. the memory stuff that chromedome is making a valiant effort to no longer do. and then he compares it to losing rewind. and thats when chromedome snaps. but chromedome was already in a bad mood. i mean i get it. from chromedomes pov-overlord was on the ship bc of prowl, bc prowl couldn't take no for an answer and tried to manipulate chromedome (and succeeded) into doing what he wanted anyway. he put overlord on the ship and told the rest to get chromedome to do what he already said no to doing when he's compromised. bc prowl knew that chromedome is essentually an addict to this memory stuff and would fold. which is exactly what happened. and the overlord thing is what KILLED rewind. chromedomes partner. and prowl walks up and basically says that they're the same. they both lost things-prowl his memory leaving him vulnerable and chromedome his partner. but its not equivalent to chromedome. and its too flippant, too casual of something to base a reunion on.
its clear that prowl is NOT over chromedome in anyway. that first conversation where prowl tried to get chromedome to look through overlords head is filled with jealous ex energy. snide comments about rewind and then threatening him. he basically provoked chromedome into taking prowls memory. he was trying to protect rewind and himself from prowl.
in prowls pov, it looks like chromedome snapped. that he got mad and wanted to hurt prowl for what he said which might be true to an extent. but prowl started that confrontation by not taking the no and trying to manipulate and threaten him into saying yes. prowls inability to let sleeping dogs lie is why rewind died. and still when he showed up and chromedome basically said he didn't want to talk to him, he pushed on anyway. once again.
and then is hurt by the realization that chromedome is more like bumblebee than himself. that chromedome is focused on the fact that his partner died rather than the big picture. of why prowl needed to know overlords memories. of what that could've done for the cause. because prowl doesn't work like that. he's too busy looking forward to see the mess he leaves behind. and he sees what bumblebee and chromedome do as a weakness.
and its hypocritical. because at the same time he keeps bringing up the consequences of what chromedome did. that it left him vulnerable. a personal thing just like rewind. he'd argue that its about the decepticons using his body to create chaos instead of peace but the reality is that its both. he is still mad at chromedome-a personal feud. the same thing that he's accusing chromedome and bumblebee of having too much focus on.
prowl NEEDS to learn how to focus in. to not see everything at once but small things. he overlooks the things that hurt people for the greater purpose of winning the war. but with the war over, where does that leave him? alone. and he will stay alone because he uses people. he manipulates and uses people. he makes comments on their decisions, unasked for. he patronizes and judges and it keeps people at a distance.
i think the one person he ever loved was chromedome. and he thinks that because chromedome didn't erase him that means he still cares. when chromedome erased his other partners because of how much he loved them and how much it hurt. in reality, chromedome meant more to prowl than prowl did to chromedome.
chromedome is the type to get along with others just because. he listened to shit he didn't care about just because someone else did. thats probably how they got close in the first place. but thats not sustainable. they're different people. prowl didn't even want to fight, he wanted to leave. and he just assumed that chromedome would follow. that was probably their downfall. chromedome had reasons to stay, people he cared about and such and prowl was willing to leave them. because the greater good doesn't care about personal attachments.
so they broke up and chromedome moved on. but prowl didn't. he watched from afar. and every chance he gets to show back up in chromedomes life he takes it. because of this misunderstanding of chromedomes motives.
his hurt at this rejection. another one showing that chromedome doesn't even want to resume being semi friendly like they were before hurts. he wants to hide behind impersonal truths like that chromedome lacks perspective. but in reality he had hoped there was a future for them that just needed rekindling and he didn't realize that chance died the day he asked chromedome to look at overlords memories.
and the altercation that follows and it being broken up by ultra magnus didn't help. because what ultra magnus said is objectively true. that prowl makes decisions that others carry out and he never has to deal with the consequences. the biggest most obvious one is overlord which killed pipes, rewind and two others. prowl counters with it being war. that decisions have to be made but it doesn't contradict what magnus said at all. its almost an acknowledgement of that. its not purposeful or malicious but that's war. people die. and its hypocritical for magnus to be upset at him for it when magnus has had to do the same. he tries to be flippant but magnus is hurt. he almost DIED himself that day. he would've. and it was because of prowls actions. so both prowl and magnus are correct here. but once again it shows prowl's inability to come to terms with peoples motivations or their emotions. he defaults to logic and the greater good, while most people talk about whats personal to them. but prowl doesn't know that magnus almost died that day. but im unsure if that would change his response.
magnus parting words are interesting too. he says that he's glad prowl has company because prowl is the loneliest person he knows. and thats true. prowl isn't close to the rest the way that they are with each other. yet he was upset when bumblebee questioned if they were even friends. they spend a lot of time with each other yet prowl spends most of that time crtiticing bee. he probably thinks he's being helpful when it comes across as overbearing. i think he overestimates his value to the rest of them. in his eyes they are friends, even if he knows they aren't close. but in everyone else's eyes its hard to tell. because there is no work prowl and friend prowl. he's one prowl 24/7.
but thats a lonely life to live. and the constructicons trust prowl because now he is a part of them technically. they've seen his memories. they understand each other. and thats essentially all he has left. and so i think it hits doubly hard. that prowl has never really had people to lose. before he had chromedome to lose and he lost him. but most of the time he's alone, and he doesn't know how it feels to lose close people. every one hes lost has been to war-he knows that reality. he signed up for it. probably adds to why he doesnt get bee or chromedome. people die thats war. and its cold but not necessarily unfeeling. i think he does feel bad that rewinds dead. not enough to recognize his part in it, but because he can see that chromedome is upset by it. and that makes sense. they were conjux. but prowls never really had anyone like that. except chromedome. so yes its good he has company. but at the same time i think magnus was also saying that its good that he has people to lose. that maybe he can understand where the rest of them come from. when they talk of their petty feuds rather than the bigger picture. its sincere but its also a damnation.
i think prowl is a really lost person. he's thrown himself so fully into the job that he's lost how to be. how to exist among others without purpose. without some grand plan and back up after backup plan. until he learns how to loosen up. how to live in this new era...he will keep losing people. the first to go was chromedome. thats not fixable, not for a long time. but he doesn't have to lose anyone else. he just has to learn how to change. how to adapt. ironically, he needs to transform.
and the constructicons:
he hates them so bad. bc he hates decepticons. and he was forced with them-into a gestalt of sorts. and now hes stuck with them. they seem to think they understand him, that theyre similar. which prowl hates because he doesnt want to think like a decepticon or be seen as one. when in reality hes one of the autobots who is most similar because of his affinity for the ends justifying the means. the bigger picture. he hates how megatron excuses his actions bc its needed for a united cybertron, but he makes the same excuses. its probably projection. something he doesnt want to acknowledge but its something he cant help but see.
and the constructicons put it out onto the open.
but he doesnt want hero worship from them, no. he wants to be left alone. he's used to being left alone. and now he's got 5 idiots following after him. but this should be a good thing for him. to learn how to navigate people. but instead it leaves him a little unstable. they bonded because they all hate spike. and now thats driving him. i havent read anything past dark cybetron. i have no idea what hes doing next or whats going on. but i feel like its not going to go well. and its because he cant let go. he lives in the past-constantly spouting off about what each person has done. while leaving his own sins off the table. it was war and they did what they thought they had to. and that logic applies to both himself and megatron and the decepticons he so hates. but he doesnt see it that way because hes stuck ruminating over the past and all the lives lost.
#prowl idw#mtmte 27#mtmte#transformers idw#prowl meta#this guy makes me go feral#but also begging him to stay away from chromedome#leave the guy alone man#its giving desperate and pathetic#i didnt even touch his anger issues#throwing tables is a bad look#and it makes you look worse prowl#get a grip#i need to pick apart his brain#get me in there#long post
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