#give the goth man his bird

[local-loser-clown]

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT DRACULA PARROTS EXIST AND FEEL THE NEED TO MAKE A POINT THAT MIHAWK SHOULD HAVE ONE AS A PET

[oborofollower7]

Yall dont know how happy I am that we got ONE LAST TOKOYAMI AND HAWKS PANEL

those two are such an underrated duo. I wish there were more fanfics of them

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Suprise adoption

Summary: You came back home with a few bruises and some scars while carrying a small child that looked like him. Now you both are parents to said child.

Pairing: Domestic Mihawk x Male Reader

Content warning: None

Genre: Fluff

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It was a quiet evening, birds chirping, trees swaying a bit from the wind it was a perfect day to relax and do nothing.

Mihawk was reading the news to see if there was anything interesting happening while drinking black coffee.

Until...

SLAM!

Mihawk heard the door slam open, and he already knew who it was. It was his husband [Reader] who was screaming his name with excitement, running towards him with a wide grin while holding something or someone.

Mihawk wasn't phased when he saw him until he saw his spouse holding something behind his back he took a good look at it, and it was a child...? Mihawk raised one of his eyebrows and asked what he was holding behind his back and than [Reader] smiled even wider and showed him what it is and spoke.

"Look, Mihawk, I kidnapped found a child when i was exploring egghead Island, and he looks just like you! isn't he just adorable? Let's adopt him!"

The child was stoically looking at him while crossing his arms together, demanding why he was taken here.

Mihawk looking at said child and to put it frankly, not surprised at the slightest he had a pink bubblegum goth and a moss headed swordsman who had no sense of directions dropped at his and your castle out of the blue so he didn't care if there was another one coming to freeload at his home again.

He was amused by your enthusiasm when you wanted to adopt him, oh well. Whatever his love wants, he will get and do no questions asked. (Wish I had a lover like him fr)

After you had forcibly adopted the seraphim child, You and Mihawk took care of him as if he were your actual child. The little hawk was warming up to you both quickly and started to see you both as his parent figures, and he even called Mihawk and You, his dad, and Papa!

Nothing really changed that much, except you both now have a bio-engineered seraphim child that had an unfathomable amount of strength, but what's the worst that can happen?

Everything

First order of business, You and Mihawk had started working on the murder tendencies that Vegapunk had put on the child instead of wanting to murder everything as if that would solve all problems.

Second order of business try to give the said murder tendency child a normal childhood like like giving him wooden toy swords or a plushie and not make the child feel as if his an object.

Mihawk is a dad by nature he even has the skills and reflexes to prove it too.

Mihawk wouldn't be the spoiling type of parent if anything discipline would be high on his list of parenting the child you're probably gonna be the one who would spoil the child because I mean how could you say no to the little baby-hawk hm? Or not who knows.

Mihawk is a quiet man, and so is the child. While baby-hawk doesn't always communicate verbally, he makes up for it by for example doing some gestures like holding up books for You to read to him or tugging You or Mihawk's leg to point or say if he wants something.

Now imagine this scenario.

it's just that You and Mihawk are asleep cuddling in bed, and then you both wake up to mini-hawk, turning on the lights.

You groggily rubbed your eyes, and Mihawk was a little irritated that mini-hawk woke you both up, and then you asked mini-hawk why he woke you both up and than he said.

"I want to sleep with Dad and Papa"

Mini-hawk said stoically while keeping a serious face on and holding his favorite toy sword you bought for him.

You then cooed at the child and scooted over and patted the bed, letting him sleep in the middle, and You and Mihawk started sleeping while also cuddling the child in the middle just a happy gothic family bond.

All in all, it was just You, Mihawk, and your little child goth, and he wanted nothing more than that.

The world's strongest swordsman, the cute house husband, and the little baby swordsman, what a chaotic yet beautiful happy family, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Sorry if it's short. This is all I could think of...

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Like a Virgin (Cowboy reader)

(Touched for the very first time)

16+ please.

Description: An unsub is going after virgins. This puts Cowboy in a slightly awkward position. And the team find out.

Warnings: discussions of virginity (? idk how to word it??)

A/N: I kind of love this idea

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“This case is… slightly unusual,” Garcia said, "This unsub is going after male virgins."

"Ay, Reid watch out," Morgan teases.

Spencer blushes but replies, "I'm not a virgin."

"Oh yeah? Who popped your cherry, Pretty Boy?" 

"Your mum." Spencer quips, stunning the team into silence. You give out a low whistle as you slowly lean across and hold your fist out for a fist bump - Reid happily bumps fists with you. Since he had learnt about them, they had quickly become his favourite gesture (other than the peace sign – which Garcia was sure to teach him). He had seen it as one of the best ways to greet someone with minimum contact and it could be used as a replacement for a high five (something Spencer also wasn’t keen on) – so you had made sure to use them as much as possible with the kid so he felt included. 

“Is this Unsub targeting men that haven’t had the typical sex or sex all around?” JJ asked, changing the subject and clarifying.

“What do you mean?” Hotch asked as he turned to her.

“There’s more than one type of sex,” Reid chimes, “Penetrative and Non-penetrative. Most people when thinking about sex think penetration of the penis into a vagina, but there’s actually a variety of different ways for partners to have sex.”

Garcia nodded, “Okay, so the Unsub is only targeting those who have not have penis into vagina sex,” You were pretty sure you were blushing. 

When the briefing was over and Hotch called wheels up (which you still didn’t completely understand), you began to make your way over to your desk. You wait a while (five, maybe ten minutes) before you make your way up to the office with an empty file in hand. You wait nervously at the door for a moment in disbelief that this is actually something you have to do. God, this was embarrassing. The door’s open, so you give it a small tap. 

“Sir?” When Hotch looks up, you realised you have no clue how to say what you need to. You take a breath, walking into the office but don’t shut the door - otherwise the team would know exactly what you were doing right now. 

“I er, just want to let you know that, er- well you see, I've never- I'm a- when a man and a woman- I've never actually-”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes sir?”

“I understand what you're saying,”

Relief floods through your body, “Oh thank god, sir.”

“Just make sure you're always with someone on the team.”

“Yes sir.” You answer with a nod.

You sigh as you head back to the bullpen, you knew you should probably make the team aware. God, this was going to be embarrassing. 

“Hotch said I didn’t have to tell you, but I may - or may not! - be on this unsub’s radar,” You said, scratching your neck awkwardly. 

"So you're a virgin?" Morgan asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

"That depends on how you're definin’ it." You responded.

“The unsub’s definition,” Morgan smirked.

“Then in that sense, yes.”

“You've never been with a woman?” Morgan asked in disbelief. 

“I've been with a woman.” You say.

“But you've never had sex,”

You smirk, “Morgan there's more than one way to be with a lady.” 

Morgan grins, “Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” You answer, blush forming on your cheeks.

“Like what?” Emily smirks.

“Just a variety of different ways,”

“Do we really need to be hearing about your sex life?” JJ asks, the faintest blush on her cheeks. 

“Or lack of,” Derek teases, high-fiving Emily. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” You say, pointing at the pair of them, “I think you’ll find my lady is very satisfied-”

“Ah, so there is a lady?” Rossi grinned as he joined the group.  

“Yes sir there's a lady, but I ain't kissin’ and tellin’,” You say with a smile.

Spencer looks at you, “Then why are you a virgin?”

“I'm saving myself ‘til marriage,” 

“Is that for religious reasons?” Spencer asks. 

“Nope, I want to wait for the right person.”

“Have you found the right person?” 

“I think so but I ain't saying nothing til she confirms it,” You said, you gave the team a cheeky grin, “So the only way I am not a potential victim is if I meet up with this stunnin’ lady I've been seein' and elope-”

“(Y/N),” JJ said, you turn to her, looking at her innocently. 

“Yes Ma'am?”

“We are not eloping,”

You smirk as the team’s jaws drop, “Yes Ma'am.” You said, “But Darlin’? You just told ‘em,” JJ’s eyes widened as she blushed deeply. “‘S a’right, I doubt they mind,”

“There will be paperwork,” Hotch said, “But I’m very happy for the both of you.”

“Really? There’s paperwork for stuff like this?” You looked up at him. When he nods, you shrug, “I don’ mind fillin’ in some paperwork for you Darlin’,” 

Morgan smirks, “But Cowboy, you hate paperwork.”

“Ah, but I love Miss Jareau.” You say, pointing to emphasise your point. 

[robthegoodfellow]

whenever I see a post about corvid intelligence or crows befriending people I wanna write this scenario where Eddie accidentally earns the loyalty of Hawkins' crows. Like it starts with him tossing his leftover sandwich crusts at a few hanging around the trailer park, and then...

A squawking fracas woke him one morning, so obnoxious that he dragged himself outside to investigate—to chase away the mob of birds fighting over dibs at the dumpster, he assumed. Instead, he followed the noise to the rusted fence behind his uncle's place that'd been holding on by a corroded thread for years—until approximately ten minutes ago, when the racket started up. Beneath the fallen section of flaking chain links was a tangled lump of black feathers, beaked head poking through to bay at the air. Its comrades ducked and bobbed around it, pecking at the metal bars, but every tug only ensnared the trapped bird worse.

On reflection, rushing in with an oh, shit wasn't the best move—the crowd of hecklers launched to hover in the air, feinting at him in screeching chorus.

"I come in peace!" he cried, hunched under pleading hands. Kept one arm raised like he sported an invisible shield, one eye on the dive-bombers, and crouching low, groped at the snarl of metal on the ground.

One bomber dove for his face, veering to avoid a defensive swipe.

"I'm trying to help. Quit murdering me!"

The hecklers heckled. Tough crowd. Eddie grimaced, trying to get a grip that wouldn't also give him tetanus, and managed to lift the shorn links. Soon as it raised off the dirt, the squished feathers wriggled and twisted, yanking free with a rattle.

"See?" Eddie shouted, as the bolt of black shook itself and took to the air. "You're welcome. Now shut the fuck up!"

They didn't, but allowed him to escape back to his trailer unmolested.

He hadn't thought anything of it, until a few days later, when he found a small pile of shiny trash on his doorstep. Broken teeny-bopper bracelet, a crusty nickel, a bottle cap... and a guitar pick.

A squawk drew his attention to the pair of crows perched on the roof. Bending, Eddie grabbed the pick.

"This?" he said, waving it. "This is legal tender! Not the rest of this junk. Although..." He crouched to get a better look at the bracelet. "This does have its charms," he admitted.

The crows heckled. Eddie ignored them, fiddling to detach the dolphin, repurpose the clip to latch the plastic chain round his wrist. Liked the contrast—garish neons against his leather cuff, dark bands of brown and black.

"Fuck it, right?" He raised his fist, newly bedazzled, to salute the supplicants with some devil horns. "Rock and roll."

And from then on, he and the crows had an understanding. If they were making a racket within earshot, he'd go check if they needed help, and if they found something he might like, they'd leave an offering on the stoop. Highlights included a BIC lighter and a tattered twenty dollar bill. Once, he'd accidentally left his keys at the picnic table where he did business and barely had time to notice, patting his pockets with sinking realization, when they clattered to the pavement—just dropped from the sky.

"Ah, killer!" Relieved, he scooped them up, then put fist to palm and bowed his thanks to the crow alighting atop the van.

As a sign of respect, he'd started incorporating crows as part of his aesthetic: got some sick tattoos on his chest and forearm, had a growing collection of feathers he kept in a jar like a goth bouquet, added a couple silhouettes to perch inside the Os of the Corroded Coffin banner. Even designed a druid character with a crow familiar, which he kindly gifted to Gareth when his player got roasted beyond revival by a wyvern.

"You're like Snow White," Jeff joked, as Eddie pocketed a quarter, binning the rest of the stoop offerings. Jeff was crashing there for the weekend to escape divorce drama at home.

"Quid pro crow, man," said Eddie, shrugging. "Do them a solid and they'll get you back."

A pair of hecklers cawed from the roof. Ed flipped them the bird. They were his regulars, the ones he’d dubbed Statler and Waldorf.

Jeff paused, squinting at them, speculative. Then dug out a packet of half-eaten peanut butter crackers and tossed them up, one at a time. Cue the jubilant, cackling duet.

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” Eddie predicted, motioning him inside.

Didn’t know at the time how right he was—or how closely his crownies were following his movements around town, monitoring from on high. And not just his movements, but the people considered part of his “flock,” so to speak.

One day, Gareth and Jeff showed up for practice a little worse for wear, victims of the knuckle-draggers that populated the football team. Ripped shirt, bloody lip. The usual.

Unusual was the crowd gathered in the parking lot the next day, a baffled circle around the quarterback’s hot rod, which that morning gleamed red but at some point during school had been treated to a fresh coat of bird shit. White gooey splatters from hood to trunk.

It was a convertible. He’d left the top down.

And stuck to the windshield, like a calling card: a black feather.

Eddie was quick to corral the guys away, hushing all vengeful laughter until they were safely in the van, then they let loose. Jeff was wiping tears of mirth, wheezing: “You weren’t kidding, man.”

“Look,” Frankie cried, pointing out the windshield, and lo—Statler and Waldorf were perched on the wipers, joined by Damsel, so named because Ed was pretty sure it’d been the one he found in such distress, way back when.

As one, the band saluted their benefactors, and Eddie swore the birds puffed their chests, bobbing their heads in satisfaction.

From then on, it was swooping season for anyone who bothered him or the boys under the keen surveillance of those eyes in the skies.

But Eddie knew he’d gone beyond Disney princess status that summer. He was fooling around on the Warlock outside the trailer, unplugged, lounging in a lawn chair, humming under his breath—just some Ozzy, flying high again—when a sudden flapping weight dipped the neck of the guitar.

“You scratch this thing, I will murder you,” he warned, eying the pinchy talons gripping between the pegs. Damsel cocked its head, like oh, really? Eddie gently jerked the Warlock, a shooing motion, and the bird hopped with a huffy flutter onto his knee.

They stared each other down for a sec—a measuring stare. Almost daring. Some of the feathers around its neck stuck out all scruffy where the fence had bit into it, left a scar. Halting, hesitant, Eddie extended a finger, then his hand, nice and slow, intending to… give a scritch or something?

An inch away, the beak snapped at him, barely missed, and he jumped so hard the damn bird launched skyward, flapping to hover.

Behind them, he could hear the hecklers in hysterics.

“Bitch!” he shouted, clutching the Warlock close to calm his racing heart. “See if I ever save your scrawny necks again.”

Heedless, Damsel swooped to land on his knee—again. Like it knew full well he would. Save them. Again. If it came down to it.

“Calling my bluff,” he muttered, aggrieved. “Gonna make me eat crow?”

Statler and Waldorf voiced their displeasure.

“Fuck off! You love it.”

They did, was the thing. Eddie knew it. They’d thrown their lots in with him, and he with them. So in the end, he wasn’t so much a princess.

More an accessory to murder.

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[mera-mera-simp]

Op Characters Love Languages Pt.2 <3

Featuring: Mihawk, Iceburg, Marco, Shanks

Content: headcanons, fluff, GN! Reader

Pt. 1

Mihawk:

Acts of service, words of affirmation and slight physical touch

This man goes over the moon for you

He loves you with his whole heart so of course he will

He'll cook for the most part (malewife fr) or help you if you've already started

He likes to whisper sweet nothings to you when you guys are just enjoying each other's company. Or he'll just tell you romantic things out of left field. You never see it coming.

He likes holding you honestly. It's never over the top with his physical touch though, in public at least. The most PDA he gives in public is holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your waist.

But when you guys are away from prying eyes, he actively holds you in his arms and presses small kisses to your neck.

His love languages go both ways with giving and receiving honestly.

Wrap your arms around him and kiss him softly, and congratulations. You've made the world's greatest swordsman melt into your arms.

For the most part, he's a pretty stoic man, but you get him so smile every time you tell or show him that you love him.

Deep down, he's honestly a big softie <3 (I'm so down bad for this goth man, Dracule Mihawk my beloved)

Iceburg:

Quality time and physical touch

This man is honestly the biggest lovebug there is in Water7 tbh

He gets so happy anytime he sees you (and you know for a fact he's brushing his responsibilities as mayor to the side to spend time with you)

He loves having an arm wrapped around your waist when you two stroll through the city

He'll make sure that you're safe whenever you guys visit the shipyard

And while he would absolutely adore to constantly brush off his work so he could spend time with you, he is the mayor. He'll just want you to hang out with him while he does some paperwork.

If it's late at night and he's still lost in his work, simply just come up behind him and drap your arms over his shoulders, he will instantly fall into your touch.

He gets so stressed and tense sometimes. Please remind him to take a break</3

Pepper his head and face with kisses.

Please just give him endless affection. He'll grumble about you trying to distract him, but there's no bite to it.

Remind him that you love him every once in a while. It's not that he forgets. He just likes to hear it sometimes.

Marco:

Another physical touch and quality time guy

Bro is quite literally always by your side, he loves you so much

He always has his hands on you, too. Look away for one second, and there is the bird man with an arm around your waist

Clingy mf <3

You're constantly getting head kisses from his man

Honestly, he just likes kissing you. He doesn't even care if the crew is around

Spend time with him. He doesn't really care what he's doing. He likes having you by his side

He'll most definitely ask you to chill with him while he's patching Ace up from one of his ADHD ideas.

Or just take a nap with our beloved pineapple head <3

Either way, Marco is very obvious with his love languages

Please hold the bird man in your arms while he sleeps. He will he extremely happy

You'll get a sweet kiss when he wakes up

Shanks:

Okay say it with me; physical touch

This mf seriously can't keep his hands to himself

And he has absolutely no shame about it either

You can casually be chatting with some of the crew, and he will come up out of nowhere and pull you against him

He does not care that you were mid conversation with Benn. He wanted attention then and there.

Good luck trying to pull away from him. Man may only have one arm, but that grip is like steel

You're stuck <3

He'll see the pout on your face and immediately kiss and tease you

"Awe babe come on, I'm not doing anything!"

Cheeky motherfucker

He'll be ecstatic if you return the same energy

Run up and give him a big hug. He'll instantly return it

He will kiss your face all over and hold you tightly in his arm

He is another lovebug who isn't afraid to show it

He loves you so much and he is dramatic af about it

But that's why we love him<3

[pleaselmhau]

Soap with his scary goth babes 🤭

So I see Soap as bisexual with a thing toward scary bastards So just imagine Soap meets this lass and he’s going on and on about her, how pretty she is, perfect for him ah ah. The team finally one a day during a Christmas party Laswell is throwing or something tell Soap to bring her and he does. Cue the baddest looking goth woman walking in. Full goth makeup, teased hair, tons of accessories, skull printed skirt, platform boots and all. She’s grumpy in an endearing way, stoic, dry humor and all. And in Ghost’s head he is just like

Cause that’s literally a female version of him. Ghost and her hit it off, exchanging their driest jokes all night, and soap is just standing there grinning with his arms around her.

Nsfw under cut

Starts with Soap inviting Ghost back to the guest room with them, Ghost and the lass share a knowing look before both agreeing.

Soap wrapped around the lass, making them both stumble a little while Ghost follows behind in steady steps, shutting the door behind him. He can’t help thinking what the bloody hell he got himself into when he watches Soap messily kissing at her lips, tongue pressing into her mouth. Ghost doesn’t really know what to do with himself until Soap breaks away from the lass and nods his head toward the edge of the bed, “you coming, LT?” fuck Ghost’s feet are moving before he can talk himself out of it, carrying himself to the edge of the bed, where he sits. Then he’s having a lass plopped right on his lap by Soap, her tights snag on his pants and rip a little bit she doesn’t seem to care, pressing herself forward into Ghost. “He talks about you all the time,” she says with a hum. Ghost’s hands finally find something to do, one on her hip and the other tangling in her teased hair. “Yeah?” Ghost says gruffly before he sees Soap’s grinning face poke around her, cheek to cheek, his chest to her back. “Yeah, always t-“ Ghost watches as the lass shuts Soap right up with a look and hand to his chin, bringing her face close to Soap’s. She batts her long lashes, pinning Soap with her eyes. “Why don’t you get on your knees, hm?” She says raising her brows, “good boy.” Then her gaze is back on Ghost while Johnny does just that, happily sinking to his knees between Ghost’s spread thighs with a muttered, “well fuck me.” Ghost’s cock jumps to life watching the lass command, knowing just how to get her way. Then a chuckle rumbles from his chest, two rugged military men being bossed around by a pretty bird is not how he thought he’d spend his evening but here he is.

Turns into Ghost and the lass giving Johnny the best night of his life. Laying on his back, all sprawled out, with his legs up around Ghost’s hips, getting his ass stretched for the first time to take Ghost’s cock. While his lass sits on his face, his tongue lapping at her pretty pussy and muffling his moans. Her hand reaches down, wrapping around Soap’s cock and giving it steady tugs. When Ghost finally sinks in, his hips coming flush, Soap’s head goes fuzzy and he starts lacking on eating her out. So she reaches down with her free hand, giving him a few light taps to his cheek, “come on baby, keep going,” she purrs, rocking her hips against his face. Ghost is mesmerized watching the two of them interact, well until her eyes lift to him too, raising her brows. “Don’t tell me you need to be corrected too?” His own brows raise before he gives a sharp thrust into Soap, earning a muffled groan from the man underneath them. She smirks muttering out a “good,” before slotting her lips back over Ghost’s as they find a steady rythym. They could die a happy men right then and there.

The fun part is they can always explore so many dynamics considering Soap and her are full switches, Ghost I see as preferring a dominant role, but occasionally letting them take the reins.

[small-sinclair]

*smashes head through wall* Hello I’m back😀 Please do an S/O who has pet crows. Either inside the house of outside. How would the slashers react. I’m thinking of taking the crows around my house and I’d like to know. Thanks and I have to treat this wound in my head.

Slasher with an S/o with Crows

Slashers: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt

Bo Sinclair

This man is confused as all hell at why these little guys bring you shit.

At first, he sees the crows hoping around your feet with bottle caps and money. The next, they bring back acorns and flowers. So, he gets a bit jealous that these birds know what you love.

Soon, a few crows steal his tools to give to you, so he had to give a good talking to the birds. It ends with the crows attacking Bo and Bo swearing and trying to fight them with a broom.

He hates the birds. The birds hate him.

You will find him petting and feeding them, and the crows come back with cigarettes or screws.

It’s a love-hate relationship.

Lester Sinclair

He’s down with it!

He has an alliance with the raccoons, so why should he judge?

He also came up with names! He’s named them: Allen, Poe, Emma, Egg, Landbert, Spots, Hopper, Hopper the Second, Waddles, and Sir Wiggles McGuffy.

He also helps you feed them and take care of them. Lester has built birdhouses and a bird bath for them in the front yard.

When he’s working, he holds out his arm and whistles for them. A crow flies down and lands on his arm and gets head pets.

Soon the crows give his little bones, bottle caps, rocks, and keys.

Thomas Hewitt

He’s grew up with crows and ravens destroying small gardens and crops. So, he doesn’t hate them; he just doesn’t want them around.

I personally think he could give two shits about them because 1: He loves whatever makes you happy and 2: The crows know better than to bother him while he’s working.

But he is interested in how you managed to befriend all the crows in the state of Texas.

So, he sees his s/o as a Goth Princess/Prince/Royalty. When ever you hold your hand out while feed them, they hop and sit, chirping happily at you.

With the little gifts they gave you, Thomas manages to make you a crown, dubbing you as the “Ruler of the Crows”.

One of the crows, you named Igloo (he’s missing an eye), sits on Thomas’s shoulder as he butchers an animal/human. He’s the fluffiest and fastest crow of them all.

The crows don’t give him gifts, but Igloo gives him buttons and paper clips.

[fanaticsnail]

Aaaaaa!! I love the pretty bird series so far!!

My mind is running rampant with possibilities I love some miscommunication between species tropes

- I can't remember which type of bird (I think eagle?) but I know a species has a courting practice where they lock talons and dive through the sky before flying again, which I consider pretty romantic

- Avian Mihawk, doing research on human courting methods but his research is outdated bc time is fickle to fae

- Trying to give reader more and more extravagant animals for "dowry" ("three goats? How disgracefully frugal... Are mammoths still considered impressive?")

- Or giving up on human courting methods and grasping at straws thinking that if reader loves animals so much maybe he should try that and hope they recognize something

(Mihawk reading about giraffes:)

- "many female insects will kill their mates after copulation... So back to mammals it is"

- also, reader treating the crow as a diary in which they can dish without fear of judgement bc it's not like it's a human that can judge them (technically true)

- reader, sharing the goss from the market "so now her parents are getting divorced, her boyfriend slash possible biological father skips town, but guess who else conveniently disappears? Her sister!" Mihawk: :V

Mihawk, after he finally wooed (talked to without smelling every two seconds) his One True Mate (the human who was nice to him) into courtship and marriage (a Walk) and they forsake him (call another bird pretty) despite their fated bond (he hasn't revealed he's a bird):

The way I wasn't expecting "Pretty Bird" to become a series, but it's now just becoming such fun to think about.

Locking talons and diving, my heart 🫠.

Mihawk researching ancient courting rituals for humans and not interpreting the correct methods will never not be funny -> BUT, what if our reader accidentally initiates avarial courtship and shows her pretty bird a dress that she hasn't worn in a while, enjoying how the skirt twirls and fans outwards while she spins. Our Pretty Bird just going: "My human wants me. My mate desires me. This is my moment, my time has come. Even now, she dances for me."

Treating Pretty Bird as a diary, offering him trinkets and treats for listening to her woes. "The lord of high keep has invited me to work his field and establish his grounds for flowers. How do I tell him he scares me when he watches? How do I tell him his presence both enchants me and terrifies me. Oh, pretty bird, you're the only one who understands me." I can't, this is just too funny.

We all know Mihawk in all forms is a gossip-loving goth.

I just need to see how far I want to lean into the more animal-like instincts for him. He'd be so cute preening and grooming while his expression is stone-faced and cold. The duality of the man.

Also, I have missed you Snail! I hope life is treating you well, love!

[seireitonin]

What alternative subcultures the Creepypastas would be in!!(pt 1)

This was an ask I accidentally deleted! Oops! I also listen to all the music I put in here! So it’s also a small glimpse into what I listen to! Also as some of you know I’m in the scemo and goth subcultures! But I know a lot about alternative cultures period so this was fun to make!

LJ: VICTORIAN GOTH 100%!! / Victorian Circus Core

I mean he’s literally from that era

The feathered shaw, the black and white color scheme, the black lipstick and guy liner with the pale white face!!

Literally a goth king. That’s an outfit I would definitely see at a goth club!(I’ve been to many)

Another part of goth culture is liking horror/ monsters. Since LJ is a monster he’d fit right in!

He’d be accepted by most goths despite his looks bc goths have morbid dark fashion senses themselves!

So if they saw his swirly cone nose and sharp teeth they’d be like: omg! I love your look!

He’d definitely listen to classical music and other goth music Specifically Switchblade symphony and Cocteau Twins

He definitely listens to old PATD

I can see him wearing other Victorian inspired clothes too!

Like dis:

Jeff: Metalhead/ with 90s emo(for nostalgia.)

I mean look at him

He’d definitely shit on nu metal and still listen to it

The long greasy black hair, not showering, thinking he’s better than everyone else yeah sounds like a metal head to me/ hj

He listens Cattle Decapitation, Peeling Flesh, Suicide Silence, Cannibal Corpse, Avatar and literally anything with machine gun drums

He listens to some 90s emo but will never admit

Definitely wears band shirts especially the ones he got from concerts when he was a teen

He loves a good mosh pit

You know, the ones where you come out all bloody?

Yeah he loves those

He can hurt people in them and it’ll be fine? Sign him up! (Man has no pit manners smh)

Definitely a metal elitist

“You like SOAD? Ugh that not REAL metal”

Stfu Jeff.

Yeah. Metalhead to his core.

LJill (I love her, so underrated)

Victorian goth as well, but she leans more in the gothic Lolita side of it

Wears pretty gothic Lolita dresses with lots of black and white lace, buttons and she’ll have a matching bonnet and parasol to match when she’s feeling extra fancy!

She feels so elegant and feminine when she puts her multiple layers of petticoats on! She wouldn’t be caught dead without them!

Her makeup and lipstick is always perfect.

Her hair is always either perfectly curled or perfectly straightened

The goal is to look as doll like as possible ( also because she is one!)

She listens to music box like music if that makes sense?? For example Swan Lake by Fairy Lullaby or Porcelain Eyes

She, like LJ listens to classical music and goth music

But mainly classical and music box!

Will go to tea parties and knows how to make tea cakes and sandwiches

Just a lady all around!

Jane: Trad Goth/ Casual Goth/ Amy Lee

Since Jane is always on the move and doesn’t really have time to get all dressed up

So she’ll usually be in a simple black dress or black pants and a turtleneck

But when she does get a chance to dress up

She dresses trad goth mixed with Amy Lee

She’ll have her hair long with bangs covering her forehead

Trad goth makeup, but a bit more modern,big eyeliner and arched brows

She’ll be wearing corsets and waist trainers

Long skirts, ripped leggings

High heel platforms

She goes all out and she looks great!

Listens to music like The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, New Years Day and The Birthday Massacre

Can do goth dances very well

God she’s beautiful

Toby: Midwestern Emo/ early 2000s emo/ a tad grunge/ indie

He just looks like one tbh

But seriously he had a hard life and emo music gives him comfort

Toby wears flannel shirts, grandpa sweaters, simple tee shirts and pants that are loose but not too loose

Hiking boots, sneakers

He listens to Chidos, The Front Bottoms, State Champs, Real Friends, Nirvana, Yawning, Hail the Sun, The Used, A Lot Like Birds, Static Dress, Mild High Club and many many more

He can play the guitar, drums and sing pretty well

He needed something to keep him busy while he was homeschooled after all! And it took his mind off of the horrible things he was going through

Plus with him feeling no pain, he could practice his hands bleed so his hands are really calloused

He likes to sit in the woods and just listen to music sometimes

He’s a loner like that

Especially in the fall when the leaves are so pretty

He feels almost peaceful. Almost

EJ: Tbh I can’t put him in a single box I feel like he’d be everything

He’ll listen to whatever whenever

Except religious music it freaks him out

Ya know because of the cult that took his eyes

But I see him liking dark ,dreamy music if that makes sense

His taste actually lines up with Toby’s pretty well

Static dress, MGMT, YKWIM by Yot Club, Homage by the Mild High club, My Bloody Valentine, Grouper

Also anything with sad guitars like wish by sign crushes motorist (Toby likes music like this too)

Sometimes even lo-fi if he has to unwind

Jack wears all black most of the time. Just so he doesn’t look too dirty

Black hoodie, black shirt, black pants, black shoes

He also feels like any other color won’t go with his now grey skin

But yeah EJ is just a dude with a wide music taste

We love that for him

Nina: Obviously Scene+Emo= scemo

Do I even have to explain?

She listens to Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring Me the Horizon, Paramore, AFI, FOB, Get Scared, Hey Monday, MCR, Ghosttown, Millionaires, Brokencyde, Medic Driod, Dot Dot Curve, A Skylight Drive, ISMFOF ,everything Toby listens too as well(and many more)

Nina wears either all black with colorful hair or has her signature black and pink with more colorful outfits

Cheeta print, skulls, DIY stuff, band shirts, tube tops, tutus, skinny jeans, brass knuckle necklaces, hoop earrings, black eyeshadow, big teased hair with raccoon tails

Yeah she’s 2000s emo fs

Goes to raves and concerts like crazy

But she’s not opposed to any kind of music and will do goth makeup for fun

And wear Jane’s clothes

She thinks goth is really pretty but it’s just not her

She’ll stick with scemo lol

Jason The Toymaker: Steampunk/ Victorian Circus Core

The copper in his clothes

The bright red hair

The long flowing jacket with intimate details

Yeah he’s definitely steam punk

Im not sure what kind of music steampunks listen to but I’d like to know!

Jason definitely listens to Emilie Autumn and old PATD

BEN: EDM

I mean…it was obvious

Skillix, deadmouse, xxxanteria, Luci4, old Flying Lotus albums, 9lives

He’s literally code so I think he’d like it

Not much else to say here tbh

I’m getting tired so lmk if you want a part 2 lol

[sadie-bug345]

I love your headcanons! They’re so goofy but character accurate. Anyway I was wondering if you’d maybe do all the greasers + Cherry with a trad goth/alt s/o hcs? Thank you so much!!! 🖤🖤🖤

omg hiiii and your wish is my command‼️🥰

the greasers (+cherry baby) w trad goth / alt s/o!!

ponyboy: - the second you moved into town he was like obsessed - just cause your vibe wasn’t like anyone else’s he’d really met - so he worked up the nerve to talk to you thinking you’d like shun him (bro was fr going thru ALL the possible rejection that could happen😭) - he was like “…hi🖐️😀” and just stood there sweatin up a storm LMAO - and you’re just like “hello?🧍‍♀️” - LOVE CONNECTION INSTANT - yall are the sweetest together and pony’s wardrobe changes a little so it’s more like yours - just cause he loves the way it looks on you sm.

johnny: - your vibe fits his (and dally’s but that’s later🤫) really well - so when he first saw you his exact thoughts were like “man. she’s cool” - so my guy went thru all of ponyboys yearbooks like just trying to find out anything and everything abt you - clubs, sports, music, voted most likely to’s…you name it johnny found it cause he was too scared to approach you at first - pony walked in on him scavenging last years yearbook and was like 😐 this has gotta end my boy - so after some aggressive encouragement from dally, johnny approached you and you guys really hit it off - you guys are like the gangs power couple FOR SURE - everyone loves your style and vibe but johnny especially, duh!

sodapop: - this is definitely an opposites attract sitch - like johnny he saw you and was like “i gotta find out more” cause he had never dated anyone like you before - he probably went up to talk to you and accidentally spilled about how he knew you were in middle school band and played the clarinet but switched to the flute halfway thru seventh grade or smth😭😭🫶 - yall definitely turn heads when you guys are hanging out together - no one can deny the cuteness😔🖐️

darry: -my guy is a little more conservative when it comes to style - we know he be dressing like a divorced dad out here - BUT he noticed you around town and was def intrigued - totally starts listening to the music you like just to have a conversation starter - this boy PLANS - after a while of you guys dating you give him a lil makeover and it’s very sweet (especially cause he needed the wardrobe refresh🫢)

dally: - your vibe and his is super similar, or at least he thinks he’s as effortlessly cool as you🙄 - anyways he was fr like “now this is the kinda person i wanna know” - didn’t need any encouragement to go talk to you *cough* johnny *cough* - either way he tried to start up a convo all “smooth” or whatever and you’re just like “😳uhm anyways…” - kinda gave him the humbling he needs but you thought his unrealized awkwardness was cute - you guys are birds of a feather but he definitely loves showing you off to his friends - just cause he thinks you’re like, actually the coolest - he won’t tell you how he feels but it’s obvious.

two-bit: - this guy is so goofy - sees you from across the room and starts cracking the LOUDEST and DUMBEST jokes just to see you hopefully smile - and he’s funny so you’re like halfway cringing but also halfway dying laughing - you’re probably like “who even is this kid💀” LMAO - anyways after he saw you laugh my dude just talks your ear off - after you get a few words in about your interests and general style bro was so obsessed - he didn’t really think he’d like a girl with your style but he was wronggg - you guys have probably the most fun together out of the group ngl.

steve: - probably heard abt you from soda - LIVES for your outfits like he’s so obsessed he’s like “hmm i wonder what they’re gonna wear today” - just cause he thinks you’re so cool and unique - definitely frequents the places you usually hang out just in the hopes of “casually” running into you LMAO - you guys are super cute though like no one really expected it - which makes it so much better.

cherry: - being a cheerleader she doesn’t usually date people with your style - her exes just are kinda basic - BUT she saw you and was like “oh. so i’m like in love” - HOPELESS ROMANTIC CHERRY🫶😭 - it was like a rom com she like did an actual double take - after you guys start dating you two do everything together - you give her makeovers like all the time - it’s so sweeeeet - plus you kinda revamp her wardrobe - dw she still has THE cherry valance vibe - but she matches your outfits in the little details - matching rings, necklaces, skirts, shoes, anything.

thanks so much to the wonderful person who requested this!! my requests are always open!🧌🥰🫶

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

AHH I WANT TO LET YOU KNOW I APPRECIATE YOU WRITING FOR IDV AND VERY BRILLIANTLY I ALWAYS ENDED UP BINGE READING YOUR FICS😭❤️💕

Anyways I saw your reqs were open so I’m wondering if you could write something for Edgar either Pre-Oletus or going to Oletus at the end, with the reader who is a servant (either of the genders are fine and feel free to ignore if ur not comfortable with it, I still appreciate your writing😊)

🎨anon??

Aw thank you anon! I'm glad you like my fic ;w;!! I will say this request was hard at first because I dislike Edgar but... My friend decided to trap me by writing snips of him in his goth and golden ratio skin and I'm now begrudgingly liking him (even played him during matches for his lore aghh) GOD WHY IS SO HOT plus I miss his old voice saddd

Rated: Explicit | Warning: AMAB!Reader, Deity x human, oral *reader receiving), light bondage-ish

Why are you displeased now?

There is a long sigh of exasperation from the deity, his eyes half shut as he sees you from outside the window of his room, you are exploring the gardens again. You are trying to escape, of course, you are as humans are never satisfied even when given everything they desire.

You probably feel like a caged bird, one he has clipped the wings of; there is no leaving he told you. The Golden Ratio needs his muse, and you should be grateful to be treasured so dearly. The other humans he has here have responsibilities to care for his abode, and to give worship; you need only to dress as he wants and to exist.

You are still outside trying to figure out a way through the thick hedges that must lead the way out… Right? There has to be a way outside this place, though you know deep inside leaving is not the best idea… You are cared for, immortal, yet you wish… There is love here and you dread the day he replaces you with a new muse.

“Must you give into every whim of distress in your heart?” His voice coming from behind you causes you to freeze in your current position of digging through the hedge, “Your heart needs to silence its doubts.”

You gasp and immediately start to resist when the magic of the god binds your arms and raises them above your head while turning you around to face him.

“...” You try not to fight or let panic have you begging him to forgive you, silence is all you give him as you keep your eyes lowered.

“Nothing to say for yourself, inspiration?” He stands in front of you, his hand grabbing your chin to have your face directed towards him, “Have I not given all that you need and want? Yet, you yearn for the cruel world.”

You gaze slightly up at the short man, the Golden Ratio chooses whatever appearance he likes but currently enjoys this short blend of a masculine yet feminine body. “I yearn to see what you want me to not know.” Words humbled though you know he is not pleased by them despite the neutral expression he always has.

The unintentional flinch as he reached up to caress your cheek, biting down on your lip as it slides down your well-taken-care of skin (his order for perfection from you), the levitation in your breathing as he touches your chest, the way you moan as he watches you start to break. When the deity is done teasing your nipples through the chiton, a thin material and often causing you to feel like you are naked, he rubs the head of your cock that is causing a tent in your chiton.

“Curiosity is permitted,” His voice smooth and light, “Encouraged as it inspires and breaks the most stubborn of mental blocks.” Those blue eyes like the summer sky take in your very human reaction to him rubbing your weeping cock under the smooth fabric, precum staining and seeping through it, “I shall allow you a glimpse. A full day to experience what fairytales romanticize about the world.”

You choke on a cry of pleasure as he goes on his knees and lifts your chiton, his mouth taking in half of your cock, his hand massaging your balls as he begins sucking you off.

The world, your home, you know some of it as you did live all your childhood in the realm of humans. However, when your family became followers of the Golden Ratio, when he saw you bloom into such a beautiful human— He granted you a wish and took you as the price. There isn't any regret but you miss… You miss freedom.

His eyes are still on you, still studying how you struggle not to cum so soon or become overwhelmed by how he has learned to touch you. The deity had listened to all your complaints, your whining, and now he believes you should only be grateful. Grateful and at peace.

“No! Wait! Ah, I can't!” Humans always say the oddest things when they are about to orgasm. You fight it, no matter how many times you do this with him, you always panic midway. Perhaps you are not used to how quick he can have you cumming or how he can drink your seed like it is ambrosia.

“Very good.” Pulling his mouth away and wiping the corners of his mouth with your chiton, “Now, you will accompany me to my chambers and give yourself to me.”

You nod slowly as you are still going through the high, “Yes, your worship.” The bindings no longer hold your arms up as they move to keep you standing.

“Good.” Before summoning your collar and chain to tug you along.

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Boyfriend Sweater

When Nico walks into the dining pavilion wearing a golden yellow sweater, Percy does a double-take. Actually, it’s a triple-take: first, he thought it was a new Apollo kid, then he realized it was Nico, then he realized it was Nico. Wearing a color. 

Is the world ending again? Was there something really wrong with the milk in his cereal? What in the everloving Hades was going on?! 

Nico sits down at table 13, unbothered as ever, and pulls the sleeves of the hoodie up. It’s way too big on him, like Big Bird shed and some poor fucker decided Nico di Angelo needed the empty muppet skin in his wardrobe. 

(Is it Nico? Maybe some changeling creature kidnapped their resident son of Hades and has decided to take his place? Maybe Percy needs to go over there and test him out, y’know, knick him with some iron or something to see if he burns. If it’s an imposter, though, they’re doing a piss-poor job. Is it an intentionally bad job? Gods, it’s barely eight AM on a Tuesday, does he seriously have to go save Nico from somewhere and kill a monster wearing his face? That does not sound like his ideal Tuesday, if he’s really real. He’ll totally do it, but he won’t like it, and maybe he should start planning how to take out a creature like-) 

“I can see the mountain you’re building,” Annabeth says, popping Percy’s strangely detailed daydream of hunting down and killing a weird, half-Nico, half-demon gremlin creature. He blinks the image out of his eyes and looks up at her, her hip resting against the edge of his table. 

She looks amused. He squints. “Nico’s been bodysnatched.” 

“Mm, no,” she says easily, with a shake of her head. “Nico’s wearing a jacket.” 

“A yellow jacket.” Percy looks at the son of Hades again. He just- can’t wrap his head around it. He hasn’t seen Nico willingly wear a color since the guy was ten years old. “A yellow jacket that’s, like, twice his size.” 

“It’s a molehill, seaweed brain. A jacket’s just a jacket.” 

“But it’s yellow.” 

“What was your nightmare about?” 

Percy physically recoils at the non sequitur, tilting back in his seat incredulously. His- what? His nightmare? What does his nightmare have to do with a jacket, anyway, that’s got nothing to do with this. 

He folds his arms on the table and makes a face. “That’s unrelated.” 

Annabeth’s mouth raise at the corners, her eyes watching him like an all-knowing hawk. An owl, three-sixty vision and nothing but questions, who, who? 

She pets through his hair and pushes her weight back up. As she draws her hand back, she taps his cheek, then his chin, and says, “just leave him alone, then.” 

Percy watches her walk back to her table. When she sits, he buries his face in his arms and groans. 

“Jason has also been bodysnatched,” Percy hisses to Annabeth during pottery class. 

“What makes you say that.” She throws her lump of clay at the pedestal in front of her and gives Percy the same look she gave him this morning. 

Percy decides to ignore that look, because that is the look of reason and he is far beyond that now. “He was wearing this black jacket with, like, skulls in hourglasses and weird skeleton butterflies and shit during Latin.” 

“He is related to Thalia, you know,” Annabeth hums. She wets her hands as the plate before her starts to spin. “Maybe he’s going through the family goth phase.” 

Had she not just leaned in to start forming something magical and incredible out of clay, Percy would slouch over Annabeth’s shoulders and plead with her to at least consider that something weird is going on. Maybe it’s not bodysnatchers or changelings, okay, but something is strange! Jason Grace does not just decide to wear emo shit! Jason Grace once had a panic attack because the Aphrodite Cabin stole a pair of his jeans and cut them into shorts! This is a man who has a stricter sense of style than Nico, who, fucking hell, don’t even get Percy started on that. The yellow jacket has remained on all day and it’s haunting him. 

Annabeth dips her thumbs into the top of her clay and does not respond. 

Percy slumps down into the stool beside hers and huffs, more for himself than anything. 

Change is okay. Change is fine. But change like this, with no reason, is the opposite of fine. Change like this is a low-blow stink bomb in an otherwise perfect Capture the Flag game, impossible to get out of his clothes and his skin and his hair. Change like this is how people die. 

He claws his hands up into his hair and listens to the steady whir of the pottery wheel, the sound of wet clay being molded and shaped in different ways. There’s a lull of conversation from other campers in the class, kids from all different cabins, because to them this is any other day. 

Maybe this should be any other day to him, too. No, not maybe. It should be. This should be a regular Tuesday, full of regular classes with his regular friends who are ordinary in whatever ways they can be, but instead, Percy’s brain has to go and mix up everything, make everything feel- out of control. 

HIs next exhale shakes too hard for his liking. His shoulders are too tense. 

Beside him, Annabeth keeps calmly shaping her pot. She dips her hands into the water every so often, probably executing some flawless plan of action she drafted the night before. She’s not always delicate with her hands, with art like this - Percy knows that’s something she’s self conscious about. She never thinks she can be good at finer things. 

That’s normal. That’s normal for her. Ordinary, to think that Annabeth Chase would tackle arts and crafts in the same way she would a war strategy, devising the perfect approach for a flawless result. Executing it flawlessly. 

She pinches too hard pulling up the walls of the pot. It crumples, then swings off the wheel entirely with the force of it’s motion, splattering wetly across Percy’s arms and the other campers at the bench. 

Percy watches Annabeth glare at her failed creation. She sticks her hands in the dirty water to scrub the clay off, wipes her hands off on her shirt, and pulls on Percy’s sleeve. 

“I hate pottery,” she mutters as they rise together. 

Percy grins. “I think it knows that,” he teases, and follows as she stomps toward the exit. 

When the answer slaps Percy in the face, it feels more like a gut punch in the way it makes him breathless and off-balance. 

“You’re…huh?” 

Annabeth clicks her tongue. “You two couldn’t think of a better way to do this?” she gestures between Nico and Jason, standing awkwardly side by side as if they don’t know what to do with themselves. 

They’re still wearing the wrong jackets. Each other’s jackets. 

Percy makes a face, then realizes that might not be the best response to his two friends telling him their dating, so he tries to make a different face. 

The world’s not ending. They’re just…together. Sharing jackets, like couples do. 

“We didn’t want to make it a big deal,” Jason says. He keeps glancing at Nico and chewing on the inside of his lip. Nico, with the golden sleeves of apparently-Jason’s-jacket pulled over his hands once more, looks stubborn. Like he’s ready to fight about something. 

Percy wipes his sweaty hands off on his shirt and gestures, though he’s not sure at what. “But Nico’s wearing a color?” 

He feels more than sees Annabeth’s disapproving glare at the side of his head. Jason draws himself up, then seems to falter. His head cocks to the side and he shakes his head. 

“What?” 

“That’s a big deal,” Percy reiterates. “Nico doesn’t wear colors.” 

“Nico is standing right here, wearing a color,” Nico grumbles. He shoves his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt and gives Percy a glare that is far more familiar than literally anything else happening right now. “I’m allowed to wear whatever I want to wear, for the record.” 

“But you don’t!” 

“Well I do now. If you have a fucking problem with it-” 

“I never said I had a problem with it,” Percy snaps back, immediately on the defensive. “I was fucking worried about you, you little shit, I thought something was wrong. I thought- I don’t know what I thought! I thought you two were swapped with some other versions of yourself, I thought you’d been- I don’t know- abducted by aliens, or fairies, or something!” He throws his hands up in the air, then drops them back onto his head, staring sort of at the middle point between the two of them. “You can’t do that shit and not expect- I mean, because, come on, guys, you’re you, you two fucking freak out if someone so much as touches your clothes. What were we supposed to think?” 

The hearth crackles. It’s too pleasant a sound for the sick Percy feels. 

Annabeth takes his hand, at least, and squeezes. His face burns with the shame of yelling like this, over this, it just feels so fucking stupid all of a sudden. He feels so stupid. Annabeth tried to tell him it was nothing, and he let it all get away with him, he let that nasty part of his brain win and win and win, and now he’s taking his losses out on them. 

“I’m happy for you two,” he makes himself say, when no one else speaks. “I think I just also need therapy.” 

Finally, Annabeth snorts. It’s a noise Percy knows, one he can ground himself with, same as her palm hot in his, her weight tilting into his side as her head bonks into his chin. 

The stress he’d held bundled up in his spine and his shoulders and his stomach all day releases in an instant. He slouches back in against her and laughs against the top of her head. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico mutters, when Percy can’t stop himself, dissolving into a fit of hysterics over his own bullshit. “This is why I said we should just tell them. He’s laughing at us.” 

“I think he’s laughing at himself,” Jason says. He sounds uncertain. 

Percy hugs Annabeth tight, and laughs himself hoarse. 

EXTRA 

Nico stares at himself in Jason’s mirror, with the sweater hanging halfway down his thighs, sleeves hanging off his hands, the peak of his collarbone through the freaking collar. He narrows his gaze into a glare. 

“I look like a toddler,” he says derisively. 

Jason, still getting dressed himself, laughs. When he appears in the mirror behind Nico, looking far more proportional in Nico’s sweatshirt (which is frankly fucking unfair), his grin softens into a smile that’s- something. Sweet. 

Nico twitches his nose.  

“I look like I’m six years old,” he says, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and yanking down. “Why are we doing this.” 

“‘Cause it’s silly,” Jason says. He presses a kiss against the side of Nico’s head and hugs him loosely from behind. “You don’t look like a baby, either. You just look your age.” 

Nico looks down at himself. Maybe there’s a point there, a point to be made about how he dresses for practicality, dresses to blend in, but never to express himself. Maybe there’s a point to be made about how his discomfort isn’t really for how he feels about this, but how he thinks others will feel about it. 

He tugs at the hem again, and looks back up. Jason’s eyes in the mirror are bright, as if taking in the sight of Nico in his hoodie like this is something to savor. 

Nico likes when Jason looks at him like that. He likes how it feels to be looked at like he’s attractive. He likes how it feels to be wanted. 

“I guess,” Nico concedes, leaning further back into Jason’s chest. Immediately, Jason’s stance is more solid, sturdy, holding them both up as easy as breathing. He holds Nico like it’s a promise that he’ll never let go. 

He looks at the pair of them in the mirror, a cohesive unit rather than two separate halves. Jason in black is definitely something Nico wants to see more of, especially with the way Nico’s clothes fit snug over him, just a little tight at the biceps and chest. He looks good, not that he doesn’t look good otherwise. Different. 

With Nico his contrast in yellow…maybe it isn’t so bad. Maybe he likes being the counterbalance, even. 

Jason squeezes him again. Those damn eyes in the mirror are making Nico too warm, like his stomach is full of hot jell-o. 

“Okay, fine, let’s do this,” he huffs. The difference in his tone must be audible, though, because Jason perks up and grins, his eyebrows up, face aglow. Nico can’t look at him for too long. It’s still strange knowing he can make someone feel like that. He doesn’t know what to do when Jason turns the full puppy-love thing on. “And stop looking at me like that, you’re going to give me cavities.” 

“Okay,” Jason says in a voice identical to his expression. 

Nico grabs his hand and squeezes it twice. 

Jason squeezes back, so tight it aches. Nico’s heart swells with bright affection. 

Alright. Maybe yellow isn’t so bad, actually. 

[sillyunknownkitkat]

𝓣𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓕𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝔁 𝓫𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓵𝔂!𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓱! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Tw : fem!reader, piercings, makeup, very vague description of gore, just fluff tbh

This was requested, but tumblr decided to screw my drafts up :( But hey, the staff is working on it!

When if first sees you, he's quite curious.

For the sake of this, we're going to say that UA allows piercings and makeup.

I definitely think Mina would talk to you! Like this girl probably loves fashion and alternative style

She'd probably ask you how you do your makeup, what products you use, is it easy to take it off,...

And he wasn't doing it on purpose but he listened to your conversation with her

And when he hears you talk, he feels his heart skip a beat. How could you have such a dark aesthetic but still be so bubbly?

Naturally, he's drawn out by your style but your personality?????? bonus points bby

You have to take the first step because this boy is quite reserved.

After a while, you both become close friends. Not only do you guys share the same aesthetic (well he doesn't really dress up goth but yk) but you guys have the perfect releshionship

Like moon and sun, black cat and golden retriever, ....

He can't help but slowly fall in love with you, I mean you treat him like a normal human being, heck you're so nice to him

Look at him and try to tell me he wasn't bullied of something because of his head. Kids are fucking mean man.

So when you're actually willing to spend time with him and listen to everything he has to say? He melts.

From personal experience, when you don't talk about the stuff you like because people don't care, when you find someone you can't stop talking about it.

He was really embarrassed the first time it happened and kept apologizing. Of course, you told him that he didn't need to apologize and that you were actually really enjoying hearing him talk. Give him some feedback on what he said and he's (a bit shyly) continuing the conversation.

I think that he would tell you that he loves you by accident.

Like picture this :

You're both sitting on his bed, sharing goth music that you like, and he just looks at you lovingly before muttering under his breath. "You're amazing ____, I love you so much..."

So you stop in the middle of your sentence and look at him with a big smile and say "I love you too Tokoyami."

He doesn't move for a while, not believing what just happened. When he gains back his composure, he just smiles a bit, tears of happiness forming in his eyes, and takes your hands in his before asking you out on a date.

Now, let's get to the actual relationship headcanons :)

HE. IS. A. GENTLEMAN.

Always offers you help when you seem like you might need it, praises your work, listens to everything you have to say, ....

He also writes poems for you. At first, he would just leave them on your bed for you to find them, but after a while, he reads them to you.

So, while I know he's not an actual bird, I think he has some instincts.

Like he brings you shiny things as gifts. Please don't point it out because he will get embarrassed about it.

He also coos when you guys hug, cuddle, ...

Loves when you pet Dark Shadow, I feel like some people are scared of them/it, but seeing you so happy and relaxed makes him really happy :)

He's a sucker for physical affection. I don't think he ever got a lot, so he does take steps by steps but truly adores every moment of it.

Once he's got comfortable, he is a bit clingy. Not in a bad way at all!

I think he'd prefer if you're releshionship stays secret. It's not that he's embarrassed or anything but 1A is really noisy

Love to go on dates with you. While he prefers to be In calmer places, with less people, he's open to whatever you want to do

May or May not try ritual with you :3 but that's only for my crazy girlies lol

He's a simple man, as long as he's with you he's happy

That's it :) sorry if I didn't really go onto the bubbly aspects, since I'm not like that at all I had a bit of a hard time writing it 😅

I love Tokoyami, he's so under rated :(

have a great day/night and be safe everyone <3

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can we get sort of a part 2 to cowboy’s gay panic, maybe the team is out at a bar and cowboy gets hit on by a man and gets embarrassingly flustered at the thought, but it also makes him feel more okay about liking who he likes.

I think this would also maybe prompt him to announce to the guy, in front of the team, that he’s sort of keeping himself available for somebody. ;)

Hiya, I'm so sorry this took absolutely bloody ages!

Description: Cowboy gets hit on

Warnings: none?

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You were buying this round of drink, you had all just finished a case and Hotch and Rossi had both paid for a round, meaning you were up next. You declared such before making your way over to the bar.

"Well hey there cowboy," You turn to the deep voice (you were the only 'cowboy' in the bar).

"Howdy," You replied, tilting your head slightly in acknowledgement. You looked at the man. He was pretty, you'd give him that. Defined cheekbones, clean jaw, stubble. Dark brown eyes, curly brown hair. Damn, he was really pretty.

"O-oh, er, t-thanks but I, er, I have my eyes on someone else-" You stutter out, feeling yourself becoming increasingly more flustered and therefore, increasingly more red. What you find even more concerning, is that you're not sure whether or not you're flustered because he's hitting on you - or because you think he's hot.

"Ah, thats alright, keeping yourself available for them?" He teases with a smile, but you nod.

"I am, actually." You gave an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "I'm waiting for the courage,"

"Well, you got this," The man nods, "And hey if that doesn't work out and you fancy a change, call me,"

"I'm (Y/N)," You said, giving the man an awkward smile.

The man in question grinned, tilting his head to get a better look at you. "Dylan."

He shoots a wink your way and you feel your cheek go a dark red. You look down at the napkin now in your hands, before you look back up at the guy. He gives you one last smile before he disappears into the crowd.

You look at the napkin once more before shrugging, 'What the hell', and slipped it into your pocket.

[ultimatetattletale]

Hi sorry I died for a while but I've been waiting for my computer to be fixed so I can draw pretty stuff again (yes it's taken like 6 months). Now please consider my thoughts on what animals different danganronpa characters would be

I tried to make sure there weren't any duplicates unless the characters are related and some of these I've put more thought into lol

Yasuhiro is a goat but like the fainting ones because it sounds funny and I can see him freezing up and falling over.

Junko and ikusaba are both chihuahuas because they're super cute but stereotypically people say they're little demons and that fits junko, she seems innocent but is just a big meanie. And I see ikusaba as being like a buff chihuahua who's all awkward but could eat you alive.

Makoto and Komaru are ferrets, ferrets need other ferrets for inrichment and that's basically makoto he wants friends to be happy. Also I think ferrets are very silly, I have 4 named noodle, little man, chonk, and rebel (like Starbuck).

Kyoko is a cat, I felt like a cat could match many different characters but I believe that she fits a cat the most. Cats are cute but pretty solitary also I think it matches with the fact she isn't very scary compared to some characters (ik she's like mysterious type scary and stone cold but I think she's a cutie).

Fukawa is a skunk bc she's stinky.

Byakuya is a cheetah and I thought about this quite a bit, I had a few different ideas on what to pick but honestly I think since he's blonde he's obviously a cheetah!! Duh!!

Asahina is an otter bc swimming and cute.

Sakura... I had so much trouble deciding this one ommmgg 😭 I was thinking about bigger animals and like martial arts and I was thinking about a gorilla and how they like punch their chests. It's the best I could come up with.

Leon is a weasel because I could see a weasel trying baseball and not liking it very much.

Sayaka is a panda because people love pandas and I could see a panda singing pop music.

Chihiro is a bunny because cute and small, also he's like Judy hops cuz he and her wanna prove they're stronge or smth 💪🏻

Mondo is an alligator bc grrrr scary 🐊

Hijumi is a walrus bc his lips kinda look like a walrus and he's chunky like a walrus, I thought of a hamster too but I thought it fit another character better.

Ishimaru I can see being a Labrador dog bc he's a silly little guy. He'd be the dog that barks at flys.

Celeste is a fruit bat bc vampire bat is what she wishes she was so she tries to be scary and goth but she's just a cute fuzz baby.

Nagito is a wolf bc he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing but he's also kinda cute.

Hajime is a panther who doesn't know how to be a panther, he tries to be a house cat.

Teruteru is a mouse bc ratatouille but I wanted him to be a mouse bc they're smaller and I think someone else fits the rat better.

Twogami I was thinking maybe a pig who wears cheetah fur or smth, like he wears the animal skin of what he's imitating.

Pekoyama is a gazelle bc they're coooool.

Mahiru is a red panda cuz they're small and cute and red like her hair

Soda is a rat bc I can imagine him being a sewer rat who smells bad in his silly little jumper.

Sonia is a swan bc they're elegant and pretty like a princess.

Fuyuhiko is a honey badger bc they're not very big but they give 0 fucks abt anything.

Tanaka is a Vulture and everyone's like 'whaaat a vulture taking care of hamsters???? Craaazy he'll eat them' but really he loves his little guys and would never.

Nekomaru is a lion bc team work and big.

Akane is a jaguar bc big and grrrr.

Chiaki is a sugar glider bc tiny and cute.

Saionji is the basilisk bc I can see her Jesus running on water.

Ibuki is a parrot bc caawww and repeating people and singing bird.

Mikan is a possum bc they faint when scared and that's funny haha but also I think they're cute.

Kamukura is a panther but he knows how to be a panther and doesn't wanna be a house cat like Hajime.

Shuichi is a coyote bc he ain't a big wolf but he isn't a tiny dog, he's like in the middle and he's adaptable I'd say.

Kaede is a spider monkey cuz they're like very social but can be aggressive and I think kaede is a more bold but friendly character (ignoring pregame)

Amami is idk!!! I thought about it alot and I stuck with a tortus or a super chill deer.

Maki is like a black mamba cuz they're fast and when I think of an assassin I think of snakes. Also I believe black mambas aren't super aggressive unless bothered and I think this applies to Maki. She isn't aggressive really for no reason she might be sassy sometimes but she isn't gonna throttle you for no reason at all.

Himiko is a dove bc magician.

Kiibo is a chicken bc it made me think of the robot chicken TV channel thing.

Tsumugi is a fox bc cute and pretty but sneaky and will probably give you rabies.

Kirumi is an owl because she seems wise and owls are usually depicted as wise in media.

Ryouma is a poison dart frog bc tiny but will kill you with his tennis balls.

Korekiyo is a giraffe bc tall and lanky.

Tenko is a mongoose and honestly idk why I couldn't think of anything else except maybe that lizard that's like only girls and reproduces asexually so they're all female lizards.

Angie is an African wolf dog bc they work really well when hunting and it would be her little cult of dogs.

Kaito is a border collie bc they're really smart but cute and people always assume they're dumb but they're very smart and everyone says Kaito is dumb but honestly he's gotta be smart to be an astronaut.

Kokichi is a racoon bc he's a trash panda who would also give you rabies.

Miu is a pelican bc she has a big mouth and doesn't shut upppppp!!

Gonta Is an eleghant bc usually elephants are pretty chill and they're suuuuper cute and big.

OK thanks for listening to my Ted talk I might post drawings of chiaki soon bc she's my favorite female danganronpa character and I love her