#god forbid color want to help someone because he wants to help.
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Me coming across a bomb ass animation about Color & Killer & Nightmare’s dynamic on Tiktok:
Me reading the comments:
#houndshowlings#god forbid nightmare ever be wrong.#god forbid killer ever thinks about leaving him.#god forbid color want to help someone because he wants to help.#and not because he’s in love with him.#god forbid we have naunce and compelling dynamics.#ugh. ugh.#made an entire rant post about it in my drafts#in the tags of the draft actually.#im fine#utmv#utmv fandom#killer sans#killer!sans#color sans#color!sans#color spectrum duo#colorkiller#sans au#sans aus
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𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬
you hand make them a replica of themselves in the form of a plushie! 📝 gn! reader. btw relationship is mutual pining. would’ve made the headers as the hashira’s plushies but… coloring would’ve been ughhh. maybe i'll post it separately!
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𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀
“for me?” he’s surprised before it melts into a smile. with the plushie in hand, he rolls it around feeling the details from his hair to outfit, getting a general view of what it could look like.
“this is very kind of you. i will cherish this for the rest of my life.” he puts a hand on your head, gently petting you as you hug him in return. he’s happy at the action, his large body engulfing yours as he hugs you back. you’re relieved that he’s blind so that he’s not able to see your blush, but with your heart beating unusually fast and loud, you’re sure he can hear it and deduct it himself.
gyomei thinks that perhaps you may hear his heart beating abnormally as well in the moment.
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈
he thinks it’s perfect. would’ve added more glitter, but then he thinks that maybe it’s better off that the entire plush isn’t covered in the tiny monsters. (he held the gift for a few seconds and then BAM, glitter EVERYWHERE on his hand)
he loves how flashy the doll is. it seems to shine and sparkle even in the dark of night.
he obviously treats you to a shopping spree or restaurant “date” with him after (after both of you furiously wash your hands from all that glitter).
absolutely takes mini tengen with him when he’s with you. you both brainstorm ideas for him and his little comrade to match outfits (off to the fabric store!).
this small gift secretly makes him scream inside. when he gets home from the interaction, you BET he’s going to be humming the entire rest of the day, unable to sleep because his thoughts are all filled of you.
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀
so surprised that you would give him a gift. why would you want to waste so much time in giving him something? something you handmade, to be precise? he asks this, and when you reply saying that you just wanted to, he swears he fell harder than before.
he’s beyond happy, though. you get the grace of seeing him unconsciously smile at the present as he notices the attention to details. how much time did you spend looking at him to remember all these features? the thought makes him a little lightheaded.
you’re too sweet to him, he thinks. now whenever he’s feeling down and you’re gone, he holds the little plush to his heart for a small sense of comfort that helps him to live another day. and he doesn’t dare take it on missions or anywhere, really. he’s too afraid to lose or destroy something you worked so hard on to make for him.
god forbid you tell shinobu one day that you made a plushie for giyuu. she’d never let him get away without teasing him for actually getting someone to like him well enough to make something for him.
will subconsciously hide behind you when she does start with the teasing as you softly grasp his haori sleeve, making his heart flutter tenfold at the small action.
𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
(you’ve seen his face without the bandages)
when you hand it to him, he’s on cloud nine. you even made kaburamaru! the snake seems to appreciate it, happily leaving obanai’s shoulders to rest on yours instead.
he practically begs to take you somewhere as thanks and to spoil you, because this gift from you has his face heating up and he wants to draw your attention away from it. and when you do agree (albeit reluctantly), his snake looks at him with a “lmao dude you’re freakin’ whipped”.
while walking, he notices that the bandages on the plushie are removable, asking you if it’s intentional.
“see for yourself,” were your words as he reluctantly removed them. he saw the bottom of the face littered in scars almost identical to the ones underneath his own bandages, with the words on the side of the bandages covering the doll’s face reading: “you’re beautiful, scars or no scars. and from what you’ve shown me, it’s the same on the inside.”
he swears that he could just faint right there and then.
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀
“tsk, what is this?”
you smile as he inspects it; watching his lips twitch, fighting the urge to curve upwards. “it’s a plushie of yourself.”
“you made this? for me?”
“yep!”
he looks anywhere but at you, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand as warmth bristles through; his ears turning red as he says, “it’s nice, i guess.”
“just ‘nice’?” you reply back, teasing his quick response. “maybe i should’ve just made a plushie for someone else, liiike… giyuu.” you grin, aware of the facade he’s pulling.
“don’t you dare. it’s amazing, i love it.” he spits out gruffly, but wholly truthful. “…thank you.” he thinly smiles, if not for you observing him you wouldn’t have noticed it.
“aww, you’re welcome!” you snicker.
he turns his head the other way, his face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎
his plushie literally radiates sunshine, just like the original himself. when he receives it, he shouts the loudest thank you you’re ever going to hear.
talks about all the details and how much it embodies him. he adores it. then he asks if you could make one of you, so that they could be a pair together (AHHHH).
hugs you so tightly that you start to sweat from his body heat. but he means well!
eats with the plushie when you’re not with him. it reminds him of who made it and it just makes his food taste 100x better.
probably keeps it in his pocket and shows it to people like, “look what (y/n) made for me! :D” so that now so many people know who you are.
and when you make that replica of yourself for him? he just can’t get enough of how adorable it is. keeps it with him in his pocket too, it makes his day so much better whenever he sees it because it just radiates you.
𝐌𝐈��𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈
squeals, she’s just so so so happy. her face turns this cute red and all she can do is just smother you with a hug because of her overwhelming excitement.
she dances around with it at first, screaming about how cute you made it and absolutely loving how you designed the doll to be just like her. you got her into the whole craft business, her new determination to make a doll of you to present to you! she hugs you one last time before rushing off with her new plan.
she quickly realizes that if she gives… whatever she made in her first attempt to you, it’d come across as an insult. so she spends countless days and nights (in between missions, of course) to perfect her gift to her beloved. and when she finally does…
…she gives it to you like a child showing their parent their artwork, except mitsuri’s present was better than just any children’s project.
she’s so giddy when you praise her for it, finally able to collapse from exhaustion when she gets home. but when you kiss her on the forehead, she knows that there’s no way she’s going to get a blink of sleep, especially not when that moment keeps replaying in her head throughout the rest of the day.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎
she’s calm and collected on the outside, having an emotional breakdown and desperately trying not to just tackle you and hug and kill you with kisses on the inside. her logical mind prevails unfortunately.
she dearly thanks you for the gift with the sweetest soft tint of pink on her face.
she takes it for walks around her estate, visiting patients, and when she needs to calm down. it just takes a few minutes with the plushie in her hands for her to think of you to become more relaxed.
she doesn’t take it in her lab, though— worried that something might happen to it. so instead, during those periods, she keeps it in her room in a secret place that only she knows about, because she’s a little paranoid that something may end up destroying it with all the people in the estate and all.
the next time you’re out on a mission? expect a parcel from her delivered by crow with your favorite (non-perishable) food, some trinkets and items you might enjoy, and a note that vaguely suggests her true feelings towards you.
she secretly prays that you’ll take the hint and ask her out.
𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎
(reader is either same age or muichiro is aged up)
despite his flawed memory/memorizing issues, muichiro does a huge effort to not forget the plushie you gave him.
he’ll write himself notes, bring it with him everywhere, and he finds himself replaying moments with you and daydreaming in his mind more often about you with the doll around.
definitely falls asleep with it gently in his arms, held close to his chest. it helps him fall asleep faster and more comfortably knowing that something resembling your presence was so nearby.
his crow’s definitely jealous by this btw. but she respects you both so she doesn’t lay a claw on the plushie.
one day when you find him hugging the plushie close to him as he was walking around his estate, you decide to go up to him and hug him from behind. let’s just say, he got a lot more clingy after that, hugging the gift at night tighter to try to replicate that warm feeling your hugs always gave him.
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Someone requested lumberjack!Logan I hope you like it <3 if you do please like, comment, and reblog it helps me stay motivated to keep posting on here. Request are open for Logan and Bucky and I am running out of things to write so please send in request!
Lumberjack!Logan builds you a house.
I see this happening in two ways; either he builds it in secret and surprises you or you help him design the floor plan and he builds what you have planned.
I personally think it would be more of a surprise, maybe a wedding gift for the two of you and he lets you decorate it instead of getting involved with the dirty work that is involved with building. He doesn't want you to get calluses or splinters and God forbid you hurt yourself with one of his tools.
He has the blueprints all prepared by the time he proposes, every week when you kiss him goodbye, he heads to the private land he bought and starts to build, he makes sure that he has it done before the wedding. The night of your wedding he carries you to his truck and he drives the two of you to the new home. It doesn't have much yet, just a mattress for the two of you to use for the night but when he carries you through the threshold you feel your heart swell. The man you love more than anything built you a home from the ground up.
"Logan this is beautiful" you squealed and jumped out of his arms to look around, before you could really explore, he starts to lead you to the master bedroom he made for the two of you and the two of you spend the night tangled in the sheets and each other limbs.
In the morning, he wakes up to the sunshining through the windows and he can't stop himself from purring when he feels the warmth of your body pressed so close to his. He has plans for the two of you to go out and buy whatever decorations and furniture you might want; he painted the walls colors he thought you might like but he wasn't stuck to the colors so if you wanted to repaint then that's fine by him.
He just wanted to provide you with shelter and warmth and comfort. As he looks around the room, he starts to think he did a pretty damn good job at achieving that, so he doesn't care how you want to furnish the house because he knows you'll make it a home for the two of you. And maybe soon it won't just be the two of you...he did make sure to build a few extra bedrooms for future use.
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title: Y/N and her boys [sneak peek] pairing : Upper classman/popular kid!Gojo Satoru x F!reader, Exchange student!Eren Jaeger x F!reader, MMA Fighter/Celebrity!Ryomen Sukuna x F!reader, Childhood Bestfriend!Aki Hayakawa x F!reader, Varsity football player!Itoshi Rin x F!reader (use of she/her pronouns) Genre: Alternate Universe-University setting, romance, fluff, angst (if you squint), slice of life, drama, all cliche romance genres unite! (Based on the Manhwa, Bunny and her Boys)
Summary: Y/N’s denied the existence of pretty boys and god forbid she’d ever end up dating one yet with one horrid break-up, she decides that relationships aren’t just meant for someone stupid like her but the problem is — five of them suddenly appear and god, why does it seem like they can’t get enough of her?
General warning for the story: mild sexual content, cliche tropes (help), mahito is his own warning, minor character death, mentions of depression, a lot of second-hand embarrassment from y/n's part (shes not a cool girl, SHE IS A BUBBLING MESS AND THATS OK <33), insecurities, bullying, and mentions of cheating Notes: english isn't my first language! (dont judge me) this multi-chaptered story will probably be 20-30 chapters (idk) in ao3. you can totally tell this story is rooted from self-indulgence LMFAO. Im not sure if i should cross post it but im leaning towards ao3 more either ways, can't wait to release this on friday!
also can u guess who she ends up with :P rb’s are appreciated yay FULL VERSION IS RIGHT HERE!
SNEAK PEAK
“Maybe…Maybe we should break up.”
There's another round of silence between you two, and you know that you can’t exactly take it back anymore since you had said it loud and clear, “Woah, woah, I told you I wasn’t with Misa.” his voice turns louder, and the background noises are good as gone as if he had left the noisy place, “Where are you? I’m coming to get you-”
“I said,” you try to control the stammering of your voice, trying to avoid the stares of the people who cast odd glances, “We’re done. I don’t want to see or hear from you again.” and before he could let another excuse out of his mouth, you end the call. It is only now that you notice how your legs have been quivering and your mouth has gone dry, seemingly like a pup who had just been born and trying to walk. You lose your footing and sit down on the dirty pavement.
No tears were shed at that very moment, probably because you were only stupefied, and it was written clearly on your face that this wouldn’t be something you’d recover anytime soon. Heck, you couldn’t even grasp the idea entirely that someone you’ve been friends with for years and, eventually, a lover would do that to you.
Was it as easy as a snap of a finger?
“Miss? Miss?” someone calls out, but it only bounces back to him like an echo in a cave. You remain still, eyes blinking rapidly while the rest of your face is slack. Everyone around you continued to move, but you remained there like a decorated statue.
“Miss? Christ, you’re about to be–” the husky voice also stops, and it’s only now that you look up to find a man. He seems stocky but, simultaneously, smaller, as if he didn’t want to come off as intimidating when he maintained eye-to-eye contact.
He is incongruous with everyone who walks by since he desperately tries to hide his features with a baseball cap and a dark face mark. The only thing you can see are strands of his bleached hair, his eyes that resemble the sunshine that peeked through the glasses of whiskey, and the swirls of ink becoming visible underneath his coat when he stretches out his arm.
If this were any other day, you’d run in the opposite direction because he looked like an unscrupulous loan shark, but your body remains in a state of unknown fatigue that you just wanted to stay still.
You watch as his face softens, the lines on his forehead somewhat disappearing when he watches the color bleed from your face. “...Alright…” he stops, squinting as he crouches to your level. His thick thighs encompass the rough expanse of his straight jeans, and you wondered if he had been an athlete or something. Aside from his built, his presence was rather invigorating, “oh…” he continues, “Sorry, you-uh…” The confidence he had to throw you off is gone like the evening dust as he motions his index finger up and down his face.
At that moment, you feel something wet running down your cheek. It seemed like the waterworks were late.
You didn’t want to be a pity party in front of anyone, and you’d expect there to be only bystanders, not ‘good samaritans’.
You sniffled, violently wiping the tears away as you felt your ribs were too tight when you took one long breath, “I’m fine…” you respond monotonously.
Who were you even fooling?
“Right…” you carefully watch him take out a handkerchief, “Fine, sitting on a dirty pavement near my car doesn’t make you look fine, Miss.” he prodded.
“Well, what do you care, anyways?” you tried to keep your voice from cracking, but the stranger showed no qualms of anxiety or fear, nor did he seem mad at your snappy attitude. The blue handkerchief is laid on his palm, waiting for you to take it, yet you exhibit no signs of accepting his kindness. Instead of forcing you through like the usual status quo, he returns it to his pockets.
The odd man.
“Well, for one, I don’t want to run your feet over since I’m parked over here,” he thumbs towards the black jeep that’s parked in front of you, “And my mom didn’t raise me to leave a girl sitting alone, crying her eyes out…”
“Well, did your mom tell you to mind your own business, as well?” your body remains heavy and distant from the stranger, not minding if it came off as rude, but you’ve always been wary of them, especially the ones who claimed to be nice. You wouldn’t be swayed even if you were in a vulnerable place.
He sucks in a deep breath, quite surprised that you had the energy to exchange a vehement response to him. Weren’t you just about to bawl your eyes out?
“Well, you honestly looked like you deserve some niceness after whatever happened.” he conceded, remaining suspiciously friendly, “Piece of advice, though, if it’s a guy, he’s not worth it.”
“I-what makes you think it’s a guy?” there it goes again, the unknown tightening of your throat and the way the gummy lids on your eyes would heat up as if a pipe of water was about to burst and flood the segways any moment.
“It’s always an asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a woman right.” he lamely explains, and slowly but hesitantly, as if he was waiting for you to move away, he places one hand on top of your hand.
Unlike a while ago, you weren’t as hostile, but you were confused about why the stranger suddenly did this and didn’t seem to tilt away like you usually would, “So go home tonight, Miss. Cry it out and wake up tomorrow for yourself. You’ll be fine.”
You don’t even see his entire face, but the way he gently caresses your hair as if you were a long-time friend had your lips quivering, and without even realizing it, your torso bends forward. You bury your face in your arms, finding solace in your makeshift fetal position.
The stranger says nothing more; honestly, you didn’t even mind. His newfound presence is comforting.
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Thinking of rancher cass 🤠
Oh you mean grumpy Rancher Cassian who hasn’t felt the touch of a woman for years?
Rancher Cassian who drives his beat old pickup into town one last time before the storms set in for the winter and he’ll be unable to make it into town until the snow melts in spring? The rusted out truck with over 300,000 miles on it? It was his fathers and as long as it runs he’ll drive it.
That’s how Rancher Cassian is. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. The shutter is hanging on by one bolt? He’ll wait until it falls off because there’s too much for him to do around the ranch. The chair has a crooked leg? He’ll sit in it until it collapses under his weight, then, out of spite, he’ll eat his dinners leaning up against the counter as he glares at said chair, sitting broken on the floor.
Rancher Cassian who is at the mercantile, freshening his supplies for the winter. Maybe he grabs a candy bar and shoves it under the pile of things he carries to the register because god forbid someone sees him with a colorful candy bar in his hands. He nods to the women who greet him and shakes the hands of the men who know him, trying to joke with the grumpy rancher about how maybe they’ll see one of his purebreds up in the state rodeo come summer.
Rancher Cassian who’s not one for conversation. Ignores the women who tend to leer without knowing, staring at the jeans that fit tightly around his muscular thighs, the stretch of his flannel across his broad shoulders, the large boot prints from his brown, worn cowboy boots on the dusty road he leaves behind, the always fresh looking cowboy hat that sits atop his flowing hair that he hasn’t bothered to get around to cutting. He’s sure he’ll find the time when he’s snowed up on the farm, between braving the winter storms to check his herd and whatever else needs tending. He doesn’t care about anything more than he cares about his mares.
Rancher Cassian who hears an unladylike curse coming from up the street, where you stand, arms crossed over your chest and accentuating your breasts as you glare at the car that’s decided to break down on you without warning.
Rancher Cassian who tosses his things into the bed of his truck before approaching you like you’re a wild stallion he’s trying to rope down. Your eyes are red with frustrated, unshed tears, and normally the emotion would scare him away, have him jumping into his truck to get back to his ranch, but you’re too gorgeous not to.
You’re not from around here, and Cassian knows this not because he knows everyone in the small town he’s never left in his life, but because of the clothing you wear. Where did you come from, wearing that of all things?
Rancher Cassian who tips his hat and asks, “Do you need help here, ma’am?” He watches the way your eyebrows pull together and your lip lifting in a grimace.
Your eyes rake hot lines down his body, branding him like he does his horses, a hot iron red with heat against his heart, and he’s gone before he ever really knows it.
“(Y/N),” you respond flatly, piercing eyes snapping back up to meet his. “Not ma’am. (Y/N).”
His eyes narrow a little but he doesn’t respond, tight-lipped and waiting for your answer to his question.
You wait him out, a stubborn little thing you are. He reckons he could pull you right up into his chest and swallow you whole, that’s how small you are compared to himself. But there’s that fire in your eyes, you don’t want to relent, but the sun is quickly setting in the sky and the brusque breeze turns colder, causing you to shiver.
“Yes, please.”
Rancher Cassian who looks at your car and tells you the bad news. “Part will take weeks to get here, but I can let the repairman in town know. He can get your car towed over there tonight. I’d suggest checking out the inn at the edge of town. It’s not much, but there’s a storm coming in and you’re going to want to have a place to stay.”
You groan like you cannot believe your luck, and he gets it. No one wants to stay in the bum fuck of nowhere in the small town that houses barely over a hundred people. Cassian doesn’t mind the seclusion, though, up on his ranch with his horses and the beauty of the nature surrounding it, it’s serene.
He doesn’t know why he does it, if it’s the tears lining your eyes or your defeated posture, but he offers up his own truck. “It’s not much, but it’ll get you where you need to go,” he promises. “I just need a ride up to my ranch and you can bring it back when your car is fixed.” He doesn’t say that he knows it’s going to snow badly soon, or that you’ll be unable to return it to him before the snow melts.
You really look like you could cry now, with how nice he is. It makes him uncomfortable, shifting on his feet as you hastily wipe your eyes, accepting his offer with a thanks that is so sincere it makes him question what you’re running from.
Of course, by the time he helps you get the car towed to the auto shop and he’s pulling into the drive, the snow is coming down in droves. The both of you race into his house as the storm rages on. Cassian shows you to his spare room and sets you up there, then goes to start a fire in the fireplace.
Come morning the snow still hasn’t stopped and it’s so thick he can hardly make out the barn from the kitchen window, but there are chores to be done and you haven’t shown your face yet for breakfast, so he leaves the coffee pot on and bundles up, heading outside.
He knows that he should’ve forced you to stay at the hotel in town. He should’ve told you about the storms and how there’s no way you’ll be able to make your way back into town in these conditions. He’s an asshole for keeping quiet, but there’s a selfish part of him that wants to keep you trapped up here with him, so that he can get to know you.
i love rancher cassian gdamn
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I just can't get the idea of Lorcan with a soft wife. Like she gardens and bakes and nobody understands how the dynamic works so well but it just does
Sweet peas
Well, don't they say that opposites attract? Sounds cliché but in all reality, it's just how it is. It's so obvious looking at the two of you that nature requires balance.
Lorcan is the embodiment of dark, lethal power. He's someone who people don't even dare to take a second glance at. Lowering their heads. Moving further away from the streets. Praying to the gods they believe in hopes that they would save them if Lorcan appeared on their doorstep. Especially when he's the god of death himself.
So to say that people gasped with fear when they saw you standing so close to him the first couple of times would be an understatement. "What a poor beautiful girl, hope the death is quick", "What could have she possibly done to upset him", and "What a cruel way to go, for such a delicate creature".
Just the funny thing is that it's quite the opposite. It's Lorcan who has been captivated by you. Trailing by you like a true dark shadow. And it's as if he finally understood what it's like to feel the warmth that radiates from the sky. How pleasant the summer breeze can be. That chirping bird wasn't all that annoying. And all of that is because of you.
The first time you met he was rushing back home. Annoyed over the fact that the whole day was shit. Cutting corners so that he would return to the comfort of his home as soon as possible. In all of his anger, he didn't notice the patch of only springing flowers, his big boots stomping on them. The gasp that echoed behind him made him jerk back.
And there you were. Two braids falling over your chest, a light green dress with puffy sleeves, and a dirty airport that you without a doubt used to wipe your hands at. At first, he thought that the gasp was the usual reaction to you simply seeing him. That's how everyone always reacted. But no.
You weren't looking at him. Eyes fixed on the crushed stems beneath Lorcan's feet. His own eyes darted down. "My sweet peas...", you stepped closer, pushing at Lorcan's chest as if he wasn't the biggest predator in town. "No, no...", you muttered, kneeling, gently trying to pull any of the potential survivors up. And it felt as if that dead flower was exactly how Lorcan's heartfelt now watching you. The way your soft fingers touched the still-closed petals that will never get to bloom.
"I...", Lorcan starts but you're shaking your head, picking up your watering jug as you pierce him with what Lorcan assumed was your angry face but he could tell that it wasn't a usual emotion you portrayed.
But he can't stop thinking about those sweet peas. All evening. All night. All morning. And he's so grumpy. So unimaginably grumpy because why the hell is he thinking about some flowers? And the teasing from the boys doesn't help because when he finally snaps and says, "I don't know where to get sweet peas that are in bloom, okay?!", the whole room dies down. Fenrys throws Gavriel a look and the older male silently forbids the pup from commenting. Rowan has one eyebrow raised. It's Aelin who clocks onto what's going on. She knows you. Had seen you last evening, and listened to how upset you were that your favorite flowers got stomped on by some sulking brood. "I know where to and plenty of them", she says softly and Lorcan's hopeful eyes meet hers.
It's not long after that he's knocking on your cottage door. Hands firmly holding six pots with sweet peas in different colors. The sugary smell twirls all around Lorcan and it hits him that they almost smell like you. The door cracks open and here you are. Once again right in front of him and he's so starstruck that he forgets how to speak for a moment. Then he just pushes the pots closer to you, "Bought you what I destroyed". You tried to scold him with your eyes but Lorcan could see the happy softness there. "Want to help me replant them?", you asked softly and that was his last undoing. Shrugging off his jacket, Lorcan pushed the sleeves of his shirt over his elbows. Getting ready for the best day of his life that opened the door to happily ever after.
#lorcan salcaterre imagine#lorcan x reader#lorcan salvaterre x reader#lorcan salvaterre imagine#lorcan imagine#tog imagine#tog x reader#throne of glass imagine#throne of glass x reader#rowan whitethorn#fenrys moonbeam#gavriel#the cadre
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bnha guys + jealousy
➳tamaki, bakugou, kirishima
✎a/n: uuuauahhhgh these r way shorter than usual bc im tired but i wanted to post smth! i rlly rlly wanted to include todoroki but i honestly dont see him getting super jealous. at least not enough to write hcs about. anywa,s,. enjoy
✰warnings: profanity
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.
He doesn’t get jealous really, he just gets scared. He trusts you but at the same time he’s constantly so worried that you’ll grow tired of him. He’s so convinced you’d be better off with someone else and kind of projects that insecurity
So when he gets ‘jealous’ he just gets kind of sad. He doesn’t wanna bring it up because he’s pretty sure it’s just his head messing with him and that saying anything will be unnecessary but oh my gosh he’s so down in the dumps thinking that he’s not good enough for you
You have to approach him about it and pry it out of him before he finally admits he’s feeling jealous and scared. Do you still love him?? Are you tired of him?? Is he too much to deal with; oh my god he shouldn’t have said anything, that probably why you’re annoyed by him–
He just needs some reassurance is all. He’s not the jealous type to remove you from a situation or start getting handsy to prove a point to someone; the last thing he wants to do is interfere with a situation in which you’re happy. It’s just, he’d rather be the reason you’re happy
Just bring him with you sometimes and problem solved, just like that. He’s really just a sad little puppy with abandonment issues
He’ll start feeling a little more confident eventually as long as you help him out dw he’s getting there :)
𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮.
He is the definition of insecure and he is going to make it everyone’s problem. Getting jealous is just a regular occurrence, except he doesn’t really learn how to tackle it.
When he gets jealous he is not subtle about it. If there wasn’t trouble before there is going to be now because he is inserting himself into the conversation, shooing the person off, or just removing you from the situation entirely after making a couple off colored remarks to the person stealing your attention away from him
He always gets a feel for what’s going on before he intervenes though. But if he detects a potential threat? Game over, you’re done, let’s go home, I don’t wanna be here anymore blah blah blah
He’s constantly got his arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you closer and closer until there’s hardly an inch between you. Even in the most innocent of conversations he’s shooting glares and trying to let everybody know who you belong to
He would never objectify you but honestly, he’s a little possessive. You’re his and he is not going to let a single person forget that, and god forbid they try and do anything about it because he is not afraid to start a scene. ESPECIALLY when you’re involved
𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚.
Kiri gets SO pouty when he’s jealous. He’s not insecure like the other two; he isn’t afraid of someone taking you away from him or anything, he’s just upset he’s not getting your attention instead
I mean, how dare this mystery person interfere with his romantic fantasies?! You should be smiling for him and laughing at his jokes instead :(
He’s not possessive like Bakugou either, he’s just absolutely infatuated with you. This man is your number one fan and your number one clown, he’ll do anything to make you smile. Plus, you smile the prettiest when it’s just for him
He gets so touchy when he’s jealous. He’s constantly slinking up behind you and snaking his muscular arms around you, nuzzling against you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His goal is to make it absolutely impossible to ignore him any longer
He is absolutely not afraid of PDA. In fact, he has zero regard for it. He’s got too much love to show you to contain it to four walls and a door, and who cares if everyone sees? They should all know how lucky he is anyways
Oh, and also that he’s yours to pay attention to :)
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Scrap the last one bestie!
The brothers with a black gf black n wash day, hair redone day, and styles they like on her!!
Enjoy so self indulgent content 😘
omg tytytyty so much!! since it's self indulgent, ima write (w/ my hair, 3b - 4a, and self in mind) my faves and what comes to mind uwu
Wash day, Styling and Fave Style
The ones who help w/ the process:
Satan goes the whole nine yards. Conditioning, rinsing, detangling, shampoo, rinse, and style. If braids, ofc blow dry then style but if not? Then he does everything to keep her curls intact. Usually sections the hair so it's easier on her. On days where he's pissed but it's also wash day, it soothes him. Seeing her smile as he shampoos her hair, the fact she trusts him with her hair. You know this demon did research, like heavy research.
Beel would help with the detangle but feels bad seeing her wince when he has to brush it out, so he helps with washing and lets her detangle but always reminds her to section it off so it's easier. Also helps with styling but there are quite a few snack breaks where she ends up doing it herself for a bit before he gets back to it. Belphie is usually there, seemingly knocked out, and will say something out of the blue like. "If you keep it sectioned off then it's easier." or "Beel she's fine, the braids are supposed to be tight." If im thinking black-hispanic twins? then they've got her set, no research needed. though Beel is still Beel, so Belphie does the detangling instead.
Levi would be able to help with a lace front and you can't tell me otherwise. It's the cosplay. I know this demon don't play when it comes to cosplay. Now if we're talking blasian levi, i feel like he could do the whole process w/o research but would have to slip into a hairstylist persona. Same goes for Levi as is, but once he does, seeing you trust him is enough to put his confidence through the rough. "Me? Really? You want a filthy, loser, shut-in, otaku like me to do your hair?" trust me he's good at it, would need to do some research to figure out styles and how but he's p good.
Asmo would do it no questions asked and fully eager too. Already has a list of styles ready, just needs you to pick though he definitely has his favorite.
The ones who give support:
Mammon is my silly mfer. my goofy ahh nigga. so he's here to keep her sane through the process, to keep her from doing the 'i remember you was conflicted' kendrick scream. ESPECIALLY when it's any hairstyle that has many parts/sections, like (god forbid) micro braids. Oh yes and although he is my black man, i like to think he only knows how to do his hair. Gotta keep up the appearance, after all his face card makes dollars so he doesn't have to make sense/cents. You'd let him comb through, detangle, your shit once and he immediately puts the brush down when you shout about the ouch because he fucked up the order.
Lucifer would literally pay someone to get it done for her and if they ever fucked up the process? May Lord Diavolo help the poor lesser demon, or human. Honestly I feel like he'd make a big deal out of it and even travel to the human world with her, especially if it made her more comfortable.
Belphie could do her hair... he just doesn't want to. He loves to touch whenever it's just out and mutter about how soft it is when it's washed then dried, but he is not dealing with that mass of hair. Hell even if im talking black-hispanic belphie?? he still wouldn't. He has Asmo do his hair for him, and as sloth why tf would he? So his purpose is to say something to encourage and reassure Beel, pull her out of dreams when Beel needs a break from styling or hold conversation with her to keep her awake while doing hair.
Their favorite hairstyles... and why! ☝🏾🤓:
Asmo loves french curl braids. They're very pretty, long, come in many colors and combinations, the curl!!! like, come on now. Versatile too because of how long it is, there's multiple ways to put it up and wear it. A second favorite is box braids but curling the ends when sealing them. Because it's just as pretty and versatile but sometimes shorter than the french curls.
Mammon likes loves fulani braids, bantu knots, jaded braids, triangle box braids, knot less braids, yarn braids and whenever she styles her fro into a shape. He love, love, love, loves seeing you being expressive with your hair. Second to that is whenever she wears a style that matches his. (yes actual black hairstyles, yes im talking about fan art.)
Beel doesn't have much of an opinion, she looks pretty no matter what in his eyes. However there are styles he thinks are cool or add to her cuteness like: afro, bantu knots, jaded braids, bubble braids, goddess braids
Belphie also doesn't have a preference, protective style or just out he loves it... BUT he likes it when it's easier for her to put a bonnet on or just lay down so he's biased to: twists, braids, faux locs, and box braids
Levi likes twists of all kinds and snake braids, or as i like to call it zig zag cornrows. He also likes whenever you just wear a wig/weave/sew-in because he has a hand in making it look like your actual hair, again cosplay lace front skills to the rescue. But also because he enjoys the ease of taking it off, depending on installment, and switching it out. Loves you being able to cosplay at the drop of a hat or embodying his favorite visual novel girls. "She gon' be black today." her and blasian levi say in unison.
Satan loves anything that shows off her natural hair. Not like adding hair ruins it for him, he loves her in any style but adores seeing it with little manipulation. With that said, afro or poof(s). Find it endearing and thinks she's adorable whenever she fashions the fro or twin poofs into cat ears. He also loves it when she does that with her box braids but just adores the floof.
Lucifer wouldn't say he has a preference but it's just known he loves elegance so: goddess braids, box braids with curls, french curl braids, micro braids, sew-in, lemonade braids, and nubian twists. Because he's pride, he loves to show her off and regardless of the style? whenever he decides to take her out and show her off he's gonna make sure she looks stunning.
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Homestuck Reread: Act 3, Part 3/3 (p. 1027-1153)
Read the previous post here.
At long last, it's time to finish Act 3!
When I first read Homestuck, I had thought PM was a guy until this page. I think it might've been because she was referred to as the "post man" during her rant about the mail.
I dunno it feels like a weird detail that should've been communicated better. It's not like it's a big "twist" or anything.
A lot of these alchemized creations are kinda worthless, but the Remote Ghost Gauntlets might be one of the better ones. I don't think we ever see them get put to much good use, though.
Using a mirror to create a left-handed copy of the gauntlet is a creative detail.
Right, so if Rose's "patron black celebrity" (the term I've invented to describe this incredibly niche running gag) is Charles Barkley, John's is Bill Cosby. This has to be the most poorly aged reference in the whole comic.
For those unaware, this page was uploaded a few days before Christmas. The joke is that all these events are canonically supposed to have taken place within a single day: John's birthday.
Dave returns, evidently no worse for wear after having fallen down the stairs, to finish this final round of the Strider fight. I really like the color composition on this image. If I haven't made it clear enough, these flashes have been the highlight of the Act so far.
The fight ends with Cal destroyed and Dave's shirt permanently scratched, which I'm not sure how that's even possible. Bro's just so precise he's able to do shit like that, I guess.
I'm thinking again of that page where part of John's hair gets sliced by the glass shard. That detail isn't carried over in future pages, but this scratched record is.
Bro gives Dave the Sburb discs because that was never the point of this fight. He never wanted to keep them from Dave in the first place. This whole fight was just for... I dunno, fun I guess. This is just business as usual in the Strider household.
Yeah Hussie, god forbid we extend the Strider fight any longer than necessary. It would've taken precious time away from Jade dicking around in her house!
Rose frames her relationship with John in a similar way to the one with her mother: in a weird, competitive campaign of one-upsmanship. It's a wonder she has any friends at all if she treats them as foes in these mind games where she's the only player.
I know I may sound like I'm knocking on Rose a lot and an anon commented about this, but I actually really like how much of a weirdo she is. She's highfalutin, overconfident, perverse, obsessed with ridiculous things, genuinely does not know how to normally interact with people despite professing an interest in psychoanalysis... all putting her leagues above the likes of John or Jade when it comes to character depth. When she's handled well, she's a fun character. It's only when Hussie uses her as a vehicle for exposition that she becomes a genuine bore.
Kanaya's first appearance! Little known fact, her dialogue can be really entertaining sometimes. Like look at these crazy metaphors she's making. It's easy to forget how funny she can be with how often the fandom portrays her as bland and boring.
Even though she's often portrayed as the "elegant" one, I find Kanaya to be really ungainly and silly, especially in her insults. It helps to read her dialogue as stilted and unnatural, placing emphasis on every word.
With her penchant for using excessive verbiage to get her point across, it's no wonder Rose eventually takes a shine to her. I think it would've been a great idea to have Kanaya be a true intellectual that runs circles around Rose's pretensions, and Rose would've had to struggle to communicate with someone who was actually smart. Alas, that doesn't come to pass.
Much like how Rose was trolled right after opening John's present, the same thing happens to Dave after getting his present.
Oh yeah, Dave's "patron black celebrity" is Snoop Dogg, as seen by his Huggy Bear wallpaper and the rap verse quoted in his "sick heat" passage from Act 2.
I like how both Kanaya and Tavros open with metaphors about people shitting themselves.
Dave using the "ethnic wedding" metaphor Rose previously (or, subsequently, given how this is a flashback) used in her GameFAQs guide. Those two are on the same wavelength.
It's a crying shame that Tavros and Dave don't have many pesterlogs because this one is really good. This sequence of pages establishes very early on that Tavros and Kanaya are parallels in how they communicate with Dave and Rose respectively.
Both trolls initially struggle to communicate with the humans and at first acts as rivals. Kanaya is frustrated with dealing with the "primitive" humans and wages a back and forth "war" of being snarky and condescending toward Rose (something Rose is already familiar with in how she engages with her mother). Tavros wants to prove himself as a competent troll, but is utterly humiliated by Dave. He then later comes back to try and redeem himself and prove himself as a worthy rival in Dave's eyes (something Dave should probably relate to as someone who has lived constantly within Bro's shadow).
But after repeated conversations, eventually both parties learn to crossing that cultural barrier and form a rapport with each other. Except wait, that really only comes to fruition with Kanaya. Tavros's plotline drops off very sharply because Hussie has a weird vendetta against him. Imagine what could've been if Tavros had been allowed to actually develop beyond a walking (or wheeling) punchline. Perhaps DaveTav would've been as big as Rosemary.
AR's big obsession is justice and the law. Though his enforcement of such leads to him often being portrayed as a police officer (and indeed, this was his previous occupation), he really seems to aspire to be a judge. I love his wig made out of bullets.
His second big obsession is guns, even though he's been missing every shot he makes. AR loving guns and being terrible with them despite being a trained officer is a more endearing character trait compared to Jade loving guns and being inexplicably amazing with them.
I love this page.
John says he bought his slime ghost shirt at a "weird Asian store." I don't mean to bring any race discourse here because I honestly don't care about what race anyone headcanons the kids as, but I feel like this would rule out John belonging to any Asian ethnicity.
I'm quite fond of Jack/Slick's trait of delivering one-liners that are more explicitly violent than they are clever.
Nothing to add here except that I love this exchange leading up to the End of Act flash. Dave and Rose making SBaHJ references to each other will never not warm my heart.
And oh boy out of all of these End of Act flashes, [S] Enter is my favorite, hands down. Not only does it have "Sburban Jungle", but it's so action packed. Every time it looks like things are about to wind down, the music picks up again and the action keeps on going. This is what "peak Homestuck" is to me.
Love that Dave is casually drawing some SBaHJ while the game installs. Also shout out to that old MS Paint interface. Oh nostalgia.
It's funny that Rose is now on the receiving end of dealing with a server player's shenanigans. I get that they're on a really tight time limit here, but it makes me wish that we got to see more of her and Dave bickering as he tries to figure out the controls. Dave and Rose navigating Sburb would've been infinitely more entertaining to read than Rose instructing John from Point A to Point B for god knows how many pages.
Kino scene where the raindrops are synced with those weird synth lines in the music.
A leap of faith to grab the bottle
And saved by the very cat she wished to resurrect. This isn't just a top 10 Rose moment, more like a top 10 Homestuck moment entirely.
And oh yeah, John finally makes it to the gate. Jeez, better late than never. If there's one flaw to this flash, it's that it should've ended with Rose smashing the bottle. This whole John part honestly feels so tacked on at the very end and reinforces my belief that the plotline with his gate should've been resolved in the previous Act.
Well that was an incredible way to cap off an otherwise underwhelming Act. This one felt like a big step down compared to Act 2. The highlights included the Strider fight and the insights about Mom Lalonde (even if they're never elaborated on). But everything else was just horsing around with Jade and and the Exiles in the name of establishing convoluted nonsense and "weird plot shit."
You know, it would've been more engaging to just tell a good story instead of trying to pad it out with all this time travel and paradox nonsense. All of this shit could've easily been excised to focus more on the kids' progression in the game, and the plot would've been stronger for it. Hussie is just jangling the keys in front of the reader's face so they don't realize they're being had.
Again, I can't emphasize enough how much better it would've been to see more of Rose and Dave as Sburb partners instead of Jade playing trans-temporal postal carrier.
Man... well now it's time for Act Fo- oh sorry, I mean The Intermission. No skipping here. If you skip the Intermission I'm judging the shit out of you.
Read the next post here.
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Delta anon here again and I have a wonderful angst idea
(Tw: violent lash outs, s/h)
So obviously, Delta and Beta have anger issues. This is a known thing among the fandom, due to him canonically being a hothead.
But due to the more recent headcanons about them being able to mask their emotions and fake it to the point of being able to hide their glow internally, what would they do when they can finally let it out?
I'd imagine they'd lash out at the nearest object or person. And God forbid Color or Epic try to stop them from lashing out - or even go near them in that state.
If one of them tried stopping them or touching them, then Delta, who is running on fighting instinct and adrenaline at this point, would lash out at them and probably harm them. Grabbing at them, punching them, accidentally burning them - they're not thinking at this point and just need something to attack.
(We really gotta invest in getting this man a punching bag that won't break on the first punch lmao)
Obviously, whichever one isn't being attacked at the moment immediately runs to help and at least get Delta far away enough so that they can get the other out of there. Delta doesn't even realize what he's done until a while after, probably after he's done destroying whatever room he's in.
Eventually, after he's calmed down, Delta would remember what they did and immediately get wrecked with guilt. Did I hurt them? How badly did I hurt them? What did I do? Why did I do that? Why did I hurt them? I didn't mean to, I didn't want to. Why did I do that?
Imagine the panic, not just from him, but from Beta as well. Will they leave us now? What if we hurt them so badly, that they hate us now? Do they still like us? Do they still want us around? What if they don't? Will they leave? What if they think we're too dangerous or violent to be around, and then they finally leave us?
The angst of them frantically wanting to apologize, horrified of what they've done, yet freezing up, unsure if Color and/or Epic even want to see them right now, much less be around them. Should we wait? Should we let things calm down for a little? But what if they think we meant to do it? Are they okay?
Now, this thought process would probably lead to a panic attack. And what makes it worse, is knowing that they're entirely alone, have no one to call for help, and might never have anyone again. Because all they can remember is that they hurt someone - they can't remember how badly they did. Oh stars, what if they killed them? What then? The only people who ever really cared about them, their best friends, and yet he hurt them. How could he? They must hate him, surely. How dangerous really was he? Are they really too dangerous to be around?
And when they finally get over the panic attack, probably multiple hours later, they're able to pull their shaking body off the floor they collapsed on and push the door open to go check on whoever they hurt. Afraid to find out, but afraid to not.
(And at this point, I'd also imagine that due to the intense emotions and the idea that the burn appears based on the intensity of his emotions, they'd most likely have hurt themselves by now. Purposefully burning themselves, genuinely believing that they deserved it after all the pain they put their friends through.)
Eventually, he'd be able to find them. I'd imagine he'd be anxiously peeking the door open, trying to subtly glance in the room without raising alarm, not wanting to scare or hurt them further but being too afraid to not check.
Would Delta/Beta allow themselves to be comforted, or would they immediately seek isolation after checking on them to make sure they're okay, out of the fear that they'll hate him and want nothing to do with him - so they take care of it themselves. Not to guilt trip them, but out of genuine concern and fear. He doesn't know if they want him around anymore, and are too afraid to ask and find out.
And if they did hurt themselves, would they allow themselves to be healed (reguardless of how serious the burn is) if Color and Epic found out, or would their insecurities and fear take hold and stop them from allowing anyone to help them, and also from reaching out? Would he force himself to endure the pain and refuse to heal himself, especially if it's a serious burn?
And when Color and Epic finally did find them (let's be real, they probably had to seek him out and hunt him down), do you think Delta would put the offer of hurting him in revenge up for them to take? Because surely, that's why they came here, aside from an apology. Wouldn't they want revenge against them for what they did? They deserve to be hurt and in pain for what they did, don't they?
(How horrified would Epic and Color be at this offer? How would they convince Delta/Beta otherwise?)
What do you think the aftermath would be, depending on who they hurt and how badly? How would they move on?
(Also if Killer caught word of Delta doing this, and Delta had accidentally hurt Color, would Killer go after him immediately while Delta is still in his rage? How bad would that fight get? How would it get stopped, if it did?)
Thoughts?
You know, this actually made me think of a scene similar to a fanfic i read. Where Killer hunts Delta down with intent to kill if he had hurt Color, only to come across Delta and Beta in a very not good state and feeling a sudden sense of deju vu, and before he knows it hes triggered into Stage 1 or like, gently “nudged” aside.
Someone crumpled and curled up, hurt and bleeding, alone and afraid and guilty after hurting someone they didn’t mean to or want to. Afraid to face the world and the consequences. Killer’s been there, even if the reasons for hurting people/loved ones are vastly different.
Perhaps this is the moment where they gain an understanding. Where Killer can take everything he’s learned from Color and therapy and his healing and his own experiences, and help someone else now.
Or perhaps Killer doesn’t switch into Stage 1 fully, but that eyelight glows in his right eye socket and hes uncomfortably aware that the sight is familiar. Which can be a jarring experience for Stage 2, not really known for such empathy, and the moment is very likely fleeting and he likely experiences something like emotional amnesia towards the moment later.
Maybe Killer decides to help Delta and Beta treat their wounds, which also gives them some time to pull themselves together before facing Epic and Color. If Delta and/or Beta tries to pull the “I hurt them, i don’t deserve it, you should be trying to kill me,” card, Killer reminds them of what Color always says: “It’s not about deserving. Do you want it?”
So would they want Killer’s help? If even Killer can offer this moment of what seems to be forgiveness, understanding, then Color and Epic definitely would. Do they want it?
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WRITER DROP ANDRIOD 16 DATING HEADCANONS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS
Omg I LOVE Android 16. Happy to provide!
General Dating Android 16 Headcanons Below The Cut:
In my heart, Android 16 was able to be repaired/brought back after the Cell fight <3 don't @ me he's still alive
The whole relationship thing for Android 16 is admittedly... Awkward, at first. When he starts developing feelings for you he legitimately thinks that he's having some sort of malfunction and goes to Bulma for help, only to find out that on top of the other emotions he has, he can also apparently feel romantic love... Particularly for you, one of the many Z-fighters he's become acquainted with since Cell's invasion of earth.
He assumes that after everything he's done and the way he is in general that you wouldn't want anything to do with him romantically, so he doesn't ask you out. You end up having to be the one to do it and when he hears you say that you like him and would like for the two of you to go on a date together, he's beyond surprised.
But, of course, he accepts. Because he loves you and would hate to turn you down and make you upset- and since you did the asking, which is arguably the hardest part, he plans out the first date.
He's programmed to know everything about everyone, so he has no trouble planning out something you'd like for your first date. After that, the two of you take turns. His ideal dates are going on nature hikes (which he will carry you on if you seem the slightest bit tired) and bird-watching.
Android 16 is a surprisingly good partner. As mentioned earlier, he's a little awkward, but he remembers all the important dates like anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's day, and everything in between. He always tries to plan something special for each to the point that he over-worries about whether or not his date/gift ideas will be good enough.
Expect lots of hand-picked flower bouquets put in thrifted vases.
He won't ask for physical affection often, but he's a big softie and physical touch is his preferred way of receiving affection. He loves to hold you in his arms and give you big hugs, cuddle with you at night (he likes to be both big and little spoon), and have his ginger locks of hair played with.
Likes when you wear green or red because they're 'his' colors since they're his favorite.
I headcanon that one of his many hobbies after the Cell conflict dies down is crocheting. He crochets you lots of hats, mits, sweaters. etc. though they're a bit lumpy at first.
Feels as if he's not good enough for you and tries to overcompensate with gifts/nice dates. Once you reassure him that you do love him, and once you're together for a long time, he does calm down with the gestures but they never go away.
Would guard you with his life just as he does the rest of his loved ones. God forbid someone ever hurts you, he'll come after them with a vengeance, he doesn't GAF.
Encourages you to chase your dreams even if they're unconventional or if other people in your life are doubtful of them. Your biggest cheerleader and biggest supporter.
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The mirrors of me
You remember the things you’re told growing up,
They stick with you,
“God sees you, he knows and understands you.”
But the problem is, the things we are told-
The same people who told me I was loved, told me I was paying for the sins I’ve committed.
Smiling and keeping up those images,
Make the mirror smile back,
Nod and agree and they will love you
But you will find a great place among them.
And I wanted that, I wanted what they wanted me to be,
I saw those and thought they were the gods.
God. (“Lord above forbid there is more than one.”)
But looking back on that mirroring image…
Like reflective glass, they seen me but only through me,
Not really seeing me.
Not deemed “pure” enough
They shattered me…I shattered me.
Cutting and breaking myself down,
And then they saw through like a kaleidoscope,
The colors of which danced across.
They told me it was over, cut me down the rank,
My people are kinds who are damned to the fires of hell,
According to them,
I was the cracked glass, and in a way they were right,
Shards and shatters was what laid left,
Until I smiled, nodded and agreed, forever to pretend.
There’s a way your kind of forced to,
Told to read that sacred text, and I have.
For 18 years I’ve reread those verses,
14 of those,
Repeating, repeating, repeat.
That mythical man’s words,
Burning my flesh, scorching my skin
For I am nothing he tells me,
I am nothing.
And I somehow believed that.
I begged to hide my assortment of colors,
The hate, frustration, and dismay that came with it all,
A complete hole, scorn into my mind
Making it clear I am not regular,
Why am I not normal?
Why can I not be what’s expected of me?
Another smash of glass to my psyche
And I believed it.
They made me believe them.
They said I wasn’t a lesbian, it’s “abnomal”
Being with a girl is sinful and immoral.
Being non-binary, a “fake” identity.
Made it clear I wasn’t clear,
“Jesus won’t want you
God won’t want you
Satan will bar you from hell even”,
When the day of reckoning comes,
I would be left behind in the hellscape.
They would rather me dead, then be something they called “different”.
I yell to keep myself heard, rather than get lost
Within the distorted mirror funhouse that is the mind of others
Who saw me as a sinfully minded hell maiden.
.
.
.
.
There’s a thing about mirrors, something someone close to me use to say:
“That if you dreamt seeing yourself in the mirror, it was your conscience telling you to look at yourself.”
But, my mirror is in shards and shatters, it’s my mouth screaming and crying those verses.
Repeating, repeating…repeat.
But there’s a time when I stopped…
looked…
and…
Looking down at the glass, I was everything they hated.
I spent those years looking in the mirror,
Breaking myself into a million pieces,
It was my hand,
My arm,
It was me.
And without even knowing,
That with a fist to a mirror,
I broke myself into a million pieces.
A mace brought to the already shattered.
Shards and shatters, fragments and splinters.
But somehow, eventually.
I glued myself back together.
Finally stripping myself away of denomination,
I saw me.
But now I deal with the consequences of coming out.
I, to this very day, have to witness and hear of the shit my community goes through, the slurs we have to hear.
“Faggot, dyke, disgrace to God”,
And if I dare say a word, that would not spare the rod.
But the utterance on my body and continuously being misgendered,
It does not make me feel any better.
And being told I’m doing this to be trendy and for attention,
They see to use my pain against me,
So I scream,
Because there is no way in the goddamn heavens,
I would bring the gates of hell upon myself for a bit of attention.
I put up the attempted illusion for everyone, “I love my life”.
Yet twelve-year-old me cried themself into the night,
Begging mythics for help.
Why in seventh grade, I wrote an essay to argue my teacher about how gender and sexuality is not so black and white,
And looking at that pale body of mine every night since I was seven,
The very glass of the mirror that slide across the floor,
Because I’d rather stab it, then keep my womanly aspects.
And me, and thousands of others still fight to prove our identities are real.
Real.
And as bittersweet as it is,
I am lucky, because I can say I love my life now,
My fight with those who deem me dead,
It may never end.
But I am a proof of the living,
The ones who overcome their own stab wounds,
Have stopped the bleeding,
Pieced together.
A beautiful, mangled mess named “Thorne”.
I am a reflection,
A bright new perspective,
Broken or not,
The mirrors of me.
— Thorne
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KC/Flare/Sun
What are their dates like?
Favorite things about each other?
Who’s the most… TICKLISH? >:3
HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE
God everyone who knows me, and I mean actually knows me, knows that I will die with this rare pair. They're literally perfect.
It depends on who is planning the date.
Killcode makes reservations for classy, expensive restaurants, he wants to show off his lovers on a silver platter. White tie events, formal parties, galas and balls. Whatever it takes to get them in their nicest dresses (in his colors, always in his colors) and have them hanging off his arm. For someone who works with mafia-level crime and prostitution, he has quite the reputation with the local upper class (which is most likely because he has good ties in the black market).
Solar Flare tends to be more reserved, something nice but not fancy. Most likely a quiet date in the park for dinner, there's a local farmers market they love visiting and buying from. Tucked away from the public eye in the wooded part of the park, right at the perfect time to watch the sky transition into melted golds and pinks, then finally a dark navy as a sprinkling of stars decorate the sky. It's nothing like the sky in the forest where he and Killcode used to live, tucked away in one of Moon's forgotten bases, but no one complains. Then maybe walking around the city at night, running a couple errands while they're at it, and hitting up one of the nicer bars for a few shots of whiskey. Then back to walking around the city at now four in the morning, until heading back near dawn. Sun doesn't always come with them when Flare plans dates, since he has a hard time staying up that late.
Sun is, ironically enough, an introvert. Stay-home dates where he cooks something "romantic" (as he likes to call it) for the three of them, then cuddles in the living room as they watch a movie together. Probably a really shitty romcom or horror movie that they can make fun of, especially Sun who can't seem to be able to enjoy a movie without criticizing it so it's become somewhat of an inside joke when he manages to watch a movie without saying anything negative. Of course, when that happens he'll go on a tangent about why it doesn't deserve criticism and to suggest such is an insult to the craft. Stars forbid Flare disagrees, they'll argue for days about it, and Killcode has learned the hard way not to attempt to mediate.
For Killcode it's Flare's unwavering loyalty, and Sun's eagerness to be helpful. For Flare, well first of his favorite thing about Killcode is the fact that it's Killcode. His favorite thing about Sun is so small and cheesy, but it has to be his smile. Not a faked, or forced one, but when he's caught off guard by something and he lights up with amusement. Sun loves it when Killcode purrs, it literally shakes the entire bed/couch/floor whatever the beast is lying on, and he's a sucker for Flare's cooking (I would be too).
Killcode is the most ticklish, with Flare not being ticklish at all, and Sun being a good middle ground. Unfortunately, it's not advised to tickle him unless you are outdoors.
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okay this might get a little long (it did) bc i’ve thought about this a LOT
• firstly, the amount of fear that he feels when he finds out is incredibly overwhelming, understandably so. he’s never had a stable relationship with any parental figure in his life except maybe alfred but even then there were years where they had zero contact. i don’t think he’d leave you high and dry AT ALL but i do think he might need a couple hours alone to process everything before coming back to you and having an adult conversation because what ultimately happens depends on what you want. so when you choose to keep the baby (you might not but for the sake of the dad!jason hcs he needs to be a dad so we’re giving him a baby) he’s scared shitless but he decides right then and there that he’s going to try his absolute best.
• ik you said this in your headcanons list too but he would become the most protective individual EVER, and not that he’s isn’t already but he’s got to worry about 2 lives now, 3 if he includes himself and it stresses him out so bad. i don’t think he’d be annoyingly overbearing but he’s scared, and it makes so much sense that he would be. gotham is so dangerous and his life is so dangerous, and he can no longer to the whole “i’m breaking up with you to keep you safe” bullshit thing bc it’s more than just you and him now, it’s you him and this little baby that’s done absolutely nothing to not deserve their father in their life.
• i think the people he would go to might be alfred and dick…maybe and that’s a really strong MAYBE, bruce. but i really don’t think he’d tell that many people, or if he did it would be later in the pregnancy rather than immediately after. i also think if he did tell anyone early on like dick or something, he’d be pretty vague about it. like dick knows there’s something on his mind and jason alludes to some big stuff going on without explicitly saying it. it might come out of a place of fear, or inadequacy. he’s knows the family has a history of treating him like their biggest fuckup and he thinks about how disapproving they might be about him of all people having a baby.
• when he does tell them eventually, it’s not nearly as bad as he thinks, not really bad at all. it’s a little tense with some people *cough* bruce *cough* but i think (as i said before) he sits down with a few people one on one and just talks, i think this could give him incentive to repair his relationships with the batfam (if they haven’t been already) because having a small army of vigilante aunts and uncles to keep you and the baby safe, helps him sleep at night.
• alternatively he could just never tell them and completely drop the bomb on them years later, who knows, i wouldn’t put it past him
• he’s there for you the entire time, and the only opinion that matters on any and everything related to the baby is yours. ofc if someone’s offers up some advice or he reads something somewhere he’s not gonna completely ignore it but when push comes to shove, the way you want to do things is the way things are going to be done.
• i think going on missions gets harder for him, and i think if you’re a civilian it’s always been kinda hard but it definitely gets significantly more difficult. i don’t think he becomes sloppy or anything but he tries a little harder to be just a bit quicker so he can get back to you sooner. god forbid something happens and he wasn’t there, oh it would kill him. but also i think you’d have to reassure him that it’s okay, that as red hood he keeps the crime rates down and in turn, makes gotham a safer place so yeah he can take his time on those missions.
• touching on what i said previously, anything you say goes. he doesn’t find himself caring much about specific brands, colors, or items but if you have an image in mind of what the nursery should look like he’s doing everything in his power to make sure nothing interferes with what you want. it’s so endearing because this big brooding guy is walking around a baby store looking for a very specific oddly named item by a very specific oddly named brand, and it seems so very silly to the people around him but it’s so very serious for him because he’d do anything to see that beautiful smile on your face knowing you got exactly what you wanted with no compromises and somethings now crossed off your list.
• i think he would read to you and the baby, i think he’d kiss your belly, i think he’d kiss you so often because once it all settles in and he’s a little less scared (i say less because he’ll never not be scared) he’s just filled with joy. i also love love LOVE that idea about the notebook and the letters, it’s so beautiful to me. a heartfelt collection of everything he’s felt on this journey. good, bad, and ugly. i’m not sure he’d give them all to the kid when they’re all grown up, maybe just the highlight reel, the really good moments.
• also back to missions, if he’s on a mission and he can’t really contact you for whatever reason. i like to think you could go to babs and give her messages to send to him next time she acts as oracle. stuff like, what size fruit the baby is now, odd cravings, clothing shopping either for baby clothes or maternity ones. i think you’d save the sex for in person though, i think that would be a very important moment for him. (i like girldad!jason i think his whole world would come crashing down down but in a good way, truthfully i think that would happen regardless of the sex though, i just think finding that out makes it really really real for him. and also so much more happy)
(i really only covered pregnancy here and i have more hcs for that AND for after the baby’s born but this is so disgustingly long and i don’t want to be annoying so i’ll stop here but if you want more lmk 😵💫)
nonnie :((((( this is making me so </3 but in a good way. i agree with everything here and i especially love the idea of him looking around a baby store for something specific because if you want it then by god you are going to have it. he wants the whole process to be as smooth as it can be for you!!!!
jason and having babs send on messages is making me ache so much because lowkey that's what my parents did (they were long distance during their pregnancy with me) and i think so much about the letters/emails they sent each other during. love makes me emotional.
he 100% reads to the baby both during the pregnancy and after. imagine walking in on dad jason and his little kid curled up in your guys' bed reading, maybe four or five years old and just. a head on his shoulder and a hand on his elbow to look at the pictures in the book, little footie pyjamas they got from uncle dick. (i'm very much a believer in girl dad! jason supremacy but also you guys having a little boy with his curls and your eyes i'm so overcome)
jason and helping the little kid out of the shower and drying them off and you hear the giggles from the next room when he wraps them in a towel and shakes them a little !!!!!!!!!
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I just wanted to ask. Why change the name of the fall to the descent? Imagine being so petty that the story you and another person created was so good that instead of making another one because it's that great you just fill in their character and rename everything. It's super copy righted if you ask me. You tried breaking her and her boyfriend up. Then called her multiple times and stepped over her boundaries yet you say it was her who you were scared if you missed a call. She tried helping you and cared for you yet you have the audacity to call it otherwise when you can't talk it out with her or for her to defend herself? I had to make a tumblr just to message you as you took off the anonymous. Those people had no right to say kill yourself and most of those other comments but it's also not right for you to create the same exact story as she put so much time into it. The character your girlfriend made is the exact same as hers was with golden wings just a different name and different hair color. The picture below is something she drew awhile back. Her family said the same thing about you that you were bad news yet she defended you and kept allowing you to come back into her life with open arms. Obviously you two cared about eachother and I hope you could at least talk because you made something beautiful together and now it's just used as a petty trophy. You two aren't bad for eachother you just have bad communication skills. If you block me that's fine but I just had to say I truly loved the fall and it's amazing what you two made.
Honestly, I find it a little ridiculous to have made a tumblr just to message me about this. It’s very adolescent, and I couldn’t imagine being so invested in something that wasn’t your business to go out of your way to message a grown ass adult about why they would place their character in a new story.
Though it doesn’t matter in any capacity, I completely trashed The Fall. Changed the name because same concept, except we’re starting over. New story, new characters, new ideas.
Imagine being told to kill yourself, being absolutely bombarded with messages all through the night, waking up to that bullshit. No fucking wonder I turned off my goddamn anons LMAO are you actually kidding me.
And another reason to not put your nose so far into others affairs, is because you actually have no idea who I am. You don’t know anything about me other than what you’ve been told. I shouldn’t have to come and defend myself for the hurt I’ve endured.
I kept hoping she’d change, as one does in an abusive relationship, and it never happened. Receiving messages from all different people over this, trying to be guilted for breaking something off that was making me mentally, and physically ill. I was so stressed everyday. Getting called aaalll throughout my day to hear her be angry about her job, be angry about people she worked with, be angry about other people succeeding in life, being angry with herself for not doing more, constantly talking about how stressed her piece of shit boyfriend makes her. How he never fucking does anything around their apartment, how he makes her feel shitty for wearing anything ‘revealing’ (oh gods forbid, wouldn’t want to look like a whore, which I was also pretty tired of her internalized, projected slut shaming), how she can’t ever do anything without him ruining it. How he’s made friends leave her life because THEY hated him.
Nothing I said seemed to appease any of these things, because how could it?? You get out of your life what you put into it, and all of that angry, jealous, immature energy she served kept her trapped. I don’t think she ever wants to actually change, she just wants to be pitied, and to be seen as someone who gives and gives and gives, but never talks about all of the mental energy she takes from others. When you’re so locked into the delusions you’ve created for yourself to justify feeling like shit and not doing a fucking thing about it, life can get pretty shitty for you. That’s what’s happening for her.
I don’t have a squeaky clean record of mental health, but I at least care enough about myself to work on things I need to. Not sit in denial, and tell people that they disgust you for bringing up that you may have some fucking issues. Just the fact that she couldn’t accept that we are no longer speaking, and will not be anymore, shows that fucking SOMETHING needs to be worked on. People that don’t care would just let you live in your own little world where you’re the epitome of mentally healthy. Well NEWS FLASH, nobody is.
Thinking she’s excluded from people struggling with mental health is laughable. Maybe if she decides to hop off her high horse, someday she can make healthy connections with others. I’m done being a dumping ground for all her bullshit, and then being absolutely TORN APART VERBALLY for having anything to say that isn’t rolling over, and accepting that I’m somehow always the only problem. Fuck that.
So, now that I’ve wasted my time, and you’ve quite obviously wasted yours, let’s just stop all of this.
If I receive anymore asks from you, I won’t be responding to them, and I will be blocking you, because I’m done. I’m ready to move on from this.
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Lieutenant Ace
Call of Duty OC Info
• General Info •
Rank: Lieutenant
Alias: Ace (Formerly known as Mad Dog)
Nationality: N/A
Age: 35 years old (as of 2023)
Gender: Masc
Birthday: 27 February
Language spoken: English
Other languages: Malay
Sexuality: Bisexual
• Appearance •
Height: 5'2 feet / 159 cm
Blood type: B Pos
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Dark brown
• Personality •
Introverted - Ace has some trouble approaching people, and with his resting bitch face doesn't make him any more approachable either. He doesn't speak much but only because he doesn't have much to say.
Problems - Ace is practical. He sees an issue, he fixes it the quickest and most effective way he can. Ace doesn't like to spend time sitting around when there should be things to do. There's never a time on missions when nothing is happening.
Straightforward - Ace says things as he sees it. He gets the point across as fast as possible. Ace has gotten several complaints for being abrasive but he's not one to sugarcoat.
Emotional - Despite the above, Ace isn't all that much of an asshole, believe it or not. He'll take the time and effort to hear out anyone for their woes and worries, just listening to those who need it.
Down to earth - Outside of work, Ace is generally a laid back person. If actually approached, he's more than able to hold a conversation and is surprisingly really chatty.
• Bad Habits •
Bottling - Despite knowing there are trustworthy and competent people who are willing to help, Ace would rather drop dead than ask for help with generally anything. This then leads to being frustrated silently, but Ace works on it. Tries to, at least.
Anger Issues - This only applies to missions. Ace has difficulty working with people due to his tendency to snap. Be it a snarky comment or directly yelling at someone. Even when things were looking positive, and god forbid someone makes an avoidable mistake.
Mean - Being someone as quiet as Ace, he is not above being a mean bitch, his actions speak louder than any word could ever express. Gives nasty side eyes through with his eyewear but no one can see them.
• Skill set •
Weapon - Long range and/or knifes
Combat Style - Usually sticks to long range guns. Good with close combat, Ace is very nimble and agile though it comes with the downside of larger weight classes going against him.
Special Skill - Breaches through any security systems and can intercept rigs of explosives and traps that use electronic signal triggers. Ipad Kid on the field.
• Trivia Facts •
Sneaking
Ace startles just about everyone when he seemingly appears from nowhere. He swears he's not doing it on purpose, he's kind of below most people's line of sight, and it's not like he'd want to stomp around the base either.
Goggles
Unintentionally glares at people. Ace has tired looking eyes and spaces out a lot, which leads to a lot of misunderstandings. So he settles for goggles.
Hair
Has been nagged to keep the back of his hair short, and as much as he really tries, it grows back within the week. It doesn't get any longer than it usually is so they just let him keep his very short mullet.
Daisies
Ace loves daisies, and also loves to fuck with people. Ace will make daisy chain crowns and/or bracelets and gift them anonymously to people around the bases he's on. It's been driving everyone crazy. No one has caught him yet.
Dumb Shirts
Under his hoodies, jackets and gear, Ace is wearing those novelty shirts with nonsensical words. He thinks it's hilarious and it's fueled by Johnny giving him more dumb shirts to wear. Ace got caught by a rookie at 2.30am, making tea and wearing one of those shirts. No one ever believes them whenever they try to share their experience.
Favourites
Drink: Earl Grey with one cream and two sugars
Food: Oranges
Animal: Cats
Hobby: Writing short stories, feeding the stray cats on base
Song: Aces - dkj
Colour: Dull, desaturated colours
Flower: Green thumb, Ace loves all flowers
• (B)romance •
Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish was the first to approach Ace after his transfer into the 141. That means he's the first to form a connection to the dark and broody shadow and discover that he just has RBF™.
They become quick friends, one was never present without the other. Like they were attached to the hip.
Word got around when a rookie saw Lieutenant Ace wearing an oversized jacket that belonged to Sergeant Soap, and said sergeant wearing one of Ace's dumb shirts. It was quickly shot down, no one believing the outlandish claim.
Ace just enjoys Johnny's company, nothing more and nothing less.. is what he claims when asked. So what if Ace only drinks the tea Johnny brings him, only he knows how to do it right. So what if Ace lets Johnny sit on his lap despite being so much larger, there's no other seats. So what if Ace and Johnny held hands under the table like a pair of juvenile lovebirds-
• Background •
Alias(es)
- Mad Dog
Former and unofficial nickname rather than actual callsign from when he first enlisted. He used to be a loudmouth that talked back to his superiors, yelling his arguments and being reckless and near uncontrollable on the field.
He was compared to that of a dog barking madly, and thus, the nickname stuck.
- Ace
He's mellowed out, somewhat, compared to his rookie days. Ace earned the name Ace from his former team for being the go-to for intelligence and gathering intel for missions, giving his team a great advantage over enemies.
Former team
Task Force Cards was a small group consisting of four. King, Queen, Jack and Ace himself. They found comfort in each other, coming from different countries and backgrounds, all of them strangers to a foreign land.
Unfortunately, the team had to be disbanded after his fellow team members went rogue on mission.
Scar
A result of a brash action Ace made while trying to reason with his rogue team. While arguing with them, Ace had stepped forward in anger to grab the collar of one of them. A physical altercation broke out.
While the slash was barely skin deep, it hurt Ace seeing them too far gone in their own heads. The wound stung as he testified against them.
Family
Ace had run away from home and enlisted shortly after. He hasn't had contact with them ever since he was 17. As much as he wanted to, Ace knows contacting them again was a pipe dream.
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