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I've been playing this game called Sea of Stars and I am no longer normal about it.
I literally need to go to sleep but all I can think about is that fact that my fav, my boy Garl (photo below) is going to die and I have to be a normal person in the morning.
This boy waiting TEN YEARS (not knowing he'd need to wait that long) for his best friends to finish school and trained ALL ON HIS OWN so they could all go adventuring together once they were out.
They (the trio of friends) try to prove themselves as kids causing a monster to attack and Garl protects his friends losing an eye in the process (not a spoiler literally the prologue to the game).
He sneaks in one night (to their magical school in the sky) to leave them cookies cause he misses them.
He's the voice of the group because surprise of all surprises, two kids spending the entirety of their formative years (like 8-18) only having each other and 1 teacher do not develop adept social skills.
Those two only had each other for ten years and after meeting Garl again NEVER make him feel left out or like they out grew each other.
He wants to stay be their side forever.
They want him with them forever.
AND HE IS CURRENTLY ON THE VERGE OF DEATH AND I HAVE TO GO TO BED BECAUSE CAPITALISM DEMANDS I WORK IN THE MORNING!!!!
How am I supposed to be normal about this?!??!?
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𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 —> 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎˚ᡴꪫ
ᯓ★ ᡣ𐭩 fluff ⦂ little angsty ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 0.8k words ┈─★
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જ⁀➴ he's very sweet, but only to you mostly and tbh he's a conniving bitch but he gets his character development!
જ⁀➴ as soon as he gets the hots for you and not just wanting to get into your pants, he's definitely nicer and more tolerable to you.
જ⁀➴ like, he's very charming but if you make him chase you and play a little hard to get, he's gone.
જ⁀➴ loves trying to win you over even if it does take awhile; but he's willing to do whatever it takes!
જ⁀➴ when y'all start dating, he's truly the sweetest and most considerate.
જ⁀➴ you probably had to teach him cause I think this is a more enemies to lovers trope.
જ⁀➴ before lovers you had to teach him that you have to open doors for your lover, get them flowers, be gentle and kind to them, never raise his voice or hit a lady
જ⁀➴ especially his girlfriend.
જ⁀➴ but after he really does start being nicer in general, you start falling for him and eventually start dating.
જ⁀➴ he talks about you a lot; his friends are tired of it.
જ⁀➴ they definitely tease him about how he's gone soft because of you and he can't deny it, but he's not mad about it.
જ⁀➴ he'll shamelessly show you off and give you affection in public, around your friends, his friends, etc because he's not ashamed of you.
જ⁀➴ the first time he said I love you to you was probably not even 3 whole weeks of dating, it just kind of slipped in the moment.
જ⁀➴ tries his best to be good enough for you; he's changed for the better for you, so he can finally have you and call you his lover.
જ⁀➴ sometimes though, he has doubts and needs some reassurance verbally that you still love him despite his flaws and imperfections.
જ⁀➴ definitely has physical affection as his top love language, but acts of service is a close second.
જ⁀➴ I can see him constantly gifting you things he knows you like or are really interested in.
જ⁀➴ loves seeing you happy but quickly gets jealous or upset if it's anyone but him making you happy. (Especially if it's a guy).
જ⁀➴ if you're very talkative, then he's more then glad to listen to you go on a rant about an interest of yours or sum, he loves listening to your voice.
જ⁀➴ but have someone insult you about talking too much or in general and even though he's not as big of a fighter as Mattheo (Theo being second) is, he's not afraid to fuck a MF up for you.
જ⁀➴ then he'll come and find you after with blood on his face, not all his, and with a cute little smile fondly looking at you as if he didn't almost kill someone lol.
જ⁀➴ I think he'd love matching with you even as simple as rings or bracelets, shoes or phone case. He finds it cute.
જ⁀➴ let's you play and style his hair, he finds it relaxing and doesn't care if you put to small pigtails in, as long as you're happy!!
જ⁀➴ also falls asleep sometimes, he tries so hard to stay awake but you're just so comforting to him he can't help himself sometimes.
જ⁀➴ always wanting to touch you in anyway he can but will try and control it if you're not too big on it.
જ⁀➴ but in public he WILL be putting a hand on your waist or holding your hand, he will get pouty and whiny and that's annoying to deal with.
જ⁀➴ sends you pictures of things he knows you like or find cute.
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okay but like imagine a bully leon that's actually so subby when things get real…. like idk what it is but there's really something about guys that look kinda dom on the outside actually being really submissive on the inside… Imagine some kind of high school or even better, college AU where Leon's kind of an asshole to you first semester, and then you scheme with your friends to get revenge … just not the way he expected or smth, maybe at some cliche party you end up one on one with him and after some kind of heated confrontation you make your move, and even though his bully side tries to resist, his subby side pops out and he eventually gets reduced to a begging, sobbing mess. And you just mistreat him so well, he gets all clingy and pathetic by the end of it, all whiny, and you're almost rough with him, getting him so needy and then forcing him to apologize so much and beg, and acknowledge idk something like he was wrong, you're the best, etc, he needs you
I think this would work maybe with RE2 Leon the best, but RE4 leon possibly? There's really just something about RE2 leon being subby and RE2 leon being a really bratty bully type But yeah smth like brat taming with leon or something!! Maybe even spanking if he was that much of an asshole lmaoooo
(sorry if this sent twice i was having issues with tumblr)
this is a wonderful concept and all but be so for real my guy leon could not be a bully. especially re2 and re4. he’s too sweet and gentle to ada in re2 and ashley in re4 to ever truly bully someone.
buuuuuuuuut since u already got this idea so flushed out i might as well add to it!! sorry this isn’t as long as i’d like to to be i couldn’t really think of anything else to add!!
sub!bully!leon x slight mean dom!reader, no pronouns used, afab body parts mentioned.
leon likes your attention and feels like the only way he can get it is to be mean. the first time you both met, you didn’t realize he was trying to talk to you and just walked past him (with like earbuds in and stuff) and he was so heartbroken.
so every time he sees you in class he’ll be rude and abrasive, calling you insulting nicknames and stuff. he kinda likes the face you make when you get mad, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes stare sharply at him.
he’s also kinda mean to your friends because to him they’re an extension of you.
at this party, he’s been drinking, not too much because he’s cautious but enough to where he’s not completely sober. you as well.
you both start arguing when he bumps into you and knocks your drink out of your hand. he says a lot of cruel things that make your heart ache slightly. he’s so needlessly mean that you’re getting fed up with taking his shit.
you take a step closer to him, finally willing to do more than stand your ground, but actually fight back, “do you just want me to hate you that damn bad, leon? because you really seem to enjoy pissing me off.”
his body feels weak at your cold tone of voice. he’s suddenly not the evil, monstrous man that made fun of you, embarrassed you, called you names, talked down to you. he tries to keep up his front, but you see it cracking.
“i know you like it,” he says, “like it when i’m mean to you, don’t you? you want me to call you names and make fun of you, kinky bitch.”
you scoff, looking away from him. he couldn’t be more wrong.
“what? you think i’m wrong? prove it to me, prove that you don’t like me like this. show me that you’re worth anything more than being the dirt beneath my—”
“shut the fuck up, leon,” you groan as you come closer to him. it’s what he was afraid of, and god you’re so close to him… he’s worried he might explode from nerves. your hand presses against his chest as you push him away, and then suddenly, you’re up against him, he’s pressed against the wall, and your hand is back on his chest.
“uh, i.. i—” he says.
“what’s wrong? lost the ability to speak?” you ask him rhetorically, smirking, “you did get something right, i am a kinky bitch. just the wrong kind.”
“what?” he asks breathlessly. he looks like he’s about to pass out, face red, hands shaking. you would want to soothe him if he wasn’t such an asshole, “wrong kind?”
your hand on his chest drops to his crotch, groping him over his jeans, and he fucking whimpers. already. you come to the realization that leon kennedy, the bastard who’s been torturing you for months on end, is a fucking sub. good god.
“wait wait wait… hold on… i- what are you doing?”
your smirk grows, your breaths and sighs are satisfied, contented with holding him here, watching him stutter and whimper, “awh, i will admit. you’re much cuter when you’re not using that mouth to be rude. much, much prettier…”
his face is already red, his ears too. he looks messy, fragile, adorable.
“p-please,” his voice breaks, and you know you’ve won.
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“stupid, stupid boy, thinks he can be mean to me? messed with the wrong girl,” you say, patronizingly soothing as you run your fingers through his hair, his cock buried inside of you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, “you should say sorry, baby, for what you did to me.”
“fuck, i- i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry about what i said to you a- and your friends! i’m sorry!”
you scoff, “no, you know that’s not good enough, try harder. tell me how pathetic and dumb you are.”
he whines, his lips pressing against your neck sweetly as an apology, and as a way out of giving you a real one. he grasps onto your body like you’re his only anchor to stability and sanity.
you try to coax him out of his shyness and get him to tell you all the things you want him to say, “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me. tell me how mean and degrading and cruel you were to me, just to be my stupid, obedient boy after i flipped it on you. the second i was a little mean to you, you completely gave in to me, didn’t you?”
“y-yeah, i… i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been- ah, good for you, but please let me be. give me a chance to be good, please. i can be good.”
you just laugh, clearly annoyed with him, “stupid fucking thing, thinks he can make me forgive him by begging to give him the grace he never gave me. you will have to earn your forgiveness, baby.”
he whines, “can i please fuck you? please? i’ll show you how good i can be, how good i can make you feel, i’ll so whatever you say i promise!!!”
“no, sweetheart, you’re going to sit still. you’re going to cry and weep and sob about how sorry you are, about how much better i am than you, how you don’t deserve me or my pussy, and how badly you need me to treat you like you’re nothing.”
#i’m sorry if this makes no sense#can u tell i have no experience being bullied 😭 i’m so sorrry to anyone who has#this concept isn’t really my vibe so i’m sorry if i didn’t do it justice :/#sub leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#resident evil smut#sub leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy resident evil#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy#resident evil
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Sub!Jayce x reader Hcs
incredibly influenced by this convo i had w ellie ( @bigfatbimbo ) urgrhgrhrhrhr hes soooo
🥀Cw: smut!!!, sub!jayce, dom!reader, humiliation, sub top, exhibitionism kink idk what its called
🥀minors dni
🥀Character(s): Jayce Talis x reader
this man is suuuuch a sub, but he wouldn't admit it, at least not until he meets you
jayce is a very confident person, and you'd assume that would carry over into the bedroom, but nooo. the first time you were both intimate he was so pathetically unsure of what to do that you just had to take control for him. he tried to act dominant and in-control, but the second he started thrusting into you he was a needy mess.
he was so confident leading up to it, but he just gets so flustered :(
jayce is so embarrassed about how submissive he is, and is probably a little shy at first. he definitely needs some coaxing to "get out of his shell" per se, and would probably muffle his moans and be a little awkward in general
this man is a WHINER i just know he's so loud in bed and he can not control it. his voice gets all hoarse and raspy from panting, and he has the neediest wanton moans, it genuinely sounds like he's in a porno because of how loud and lewd they are
his volume has probably led to you two almost being caught on multiple occasions, he genuinely has no control but gets SO embarrassed about the thought of getting caught. it turns him on a little, and the fact that it does only makes him more embarrassed
more than once he's fantasized about you fucking him in the council room, risking it all just for the thrill of possibly being discovered
jayce would be SO flustered if you teased him about it, if you began whispering in his ear about how you coincidentally forgot to lock the door to your room, and how just about anyone could just walk in? he's already whining, and he'll cum within seconds
"aw, how would the council feel if they saw you being fucked like this?imagine if they could all see you like this, all needy and pathetic for me," type of shit, he'd fold in seconds
jayce is definitely kinky too, but he takes his time discovering himself. he isn't super willing to try new things at first, however over time he becomes more and more confident in doing kinkier shit, especially with someone he trusts
guys. sounding with jayce. HEAR ME OUT. he'd be SO embarrassed, like he knows how anatomy works and all, but he never really thought of something like that, and he'd probably be cocky too, thinking that it wouldn't even feel that good. imagine using a vibrating sounding rod on him and double tapping him too, irgrhrrhrgrhrrh he'd be so needy and fucked dumb
he never tried anything with anal/pegging before you, but he can't deny that he isn't at least curious. he'd mention it offhandedly, hoping that you'd get the hint, but don't make it that easy for him. fluster him, make him say it aloud and admit that he wants you to fuck him like that, and then praise him for being so sweet about asking while fucking him absolutely senseless. whether you have a dick or a strap he doesn't care, jayce would love it regardless
this is kind of a random hc, but he probably masturbates a lot. i mean, it's natural, he's pretty stressed most of the time, and even when he's with you he has an insane libido and would probably still masturbate a lot. however, his favorite form of getting off? pillow humping. don't ask me how i know, i just do, because i'm right. imagine the mighty councilman talis, the man of progress himself, humping a pillow like a bitch in heat because he's too needy to wait. sometimes he'll imagine that it's you beneath him, and he'll moan your name as he cums, thinking you can't hear. this leads to you both discovering that this man has a major kink for dry humping, he loves either sitting in your lap or having you sit in his and just getting off fully clothed. i also think he'd enjoy lap dances too, and would ride your thigh too. i ALSO think jayce would enjoy it if you rode his thigh, i mean.... c'mon who wouldn't want to
ok but like... sub!top jayce. me thinks yes. making him top you as a punishment and forcing him to fuck you. you take care of him all the time, shouldn't he return the favor? jayce desperately wants you to take control, flip him over and fuck him senseless, but your silky words and sweet praises make him want to make you cum even more. he would definitely manage to make you cum, he knows what he's doing, but he's really whiny and needy about it and would need some reassurance
look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't like being manhandled a little. you can't because your wrong. he totally would. jayce is used to people giving him what he wants and he's absolutely the type to get off to being pushed around. he wouldn't mind being folded into deep sex positions or even being slapped a bit, as long as you praise him afterwards
PRAISE KINK!!! i do think he has a degrading kink too, but it's definitely mostly praise. he gets a bit insecure sometimes, and the only way to get out of his own head is to be fucked silly and senseless by you while you whisper the sweetest words in his ears. he wouldn't mind a healthy mix of degrading/objectifying and praise tho, if you called him your "pretty slut" he'd think it was hot but if you started genuinely degrading him he would probably cry and get really clingy afterwards
i think his biggest kinks would be PRAISE, oral fixation (absolutely will elaborate if asked. please ask.), hair pulling, DRY HUMPING, somnophilia/sleepy sex (again, ABSOLUTELY will elaborate), breeding kink (👀), and obviously exhibitionism. i also think he'd have a little bit of a hand kink/fetish but would not admit it. if he saw you wearing a lot of rings, or if you're hands just look really nice in general, he would get a little turned on but won't say why. he thinks your hands look really nice around his neck too... 😇
"fuck- hngh-" Jayce bit down hard on the back of hand, attempting to muffle his moans as you rub his cock. you were seated on his lap, your hand wrapped around his thick girth as you jerked him off. within the confines of your shared bedroom you could be as filthy as you liked, yet it seemed Jayce was still too shy to fully let out his moans yet.
"aw, poor baby," you croon, speeding up the pace ever so slightly and paying attention to the tip of his leaky cock. his dick twitches against your palm as your thrusts quicken, Jayce's hips jerking upwards in response to the stimulation.
"hic- plea- please," he gasps, his hand hovering over his mouth as he throws his head back. "well, since you asked so nicely~" you tease, slowing down to painfully slow thrusts. Jayce lets out a sob, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes with each of your ministrations. he had lost count of the times you had teased him to near-release, only to ruin his orgasm at the last second. his abs clench with each stroke of his cock, and you can tell your pretty boy's patience is wearing thin. he really was too cute!
"Jayce," you murmur, speeding up again to catch his attention. his glossy, fucked out gaze meets yours, and you begin to jerk him off faster. with a gasp, his hand flies to your wrist, whether to push you away or to hold you there you were unsure. "s'too much!" he babbles, a few tears streaming down his cheeks as the coil in his abdomen tightens.
"aw, don't you want to be good f'me? you can take it, can't you?" Jayce nods, his dick twitching eagerly witth each thrust against your palm. you can tell he's close, and you decide to reward him. "can i- can i please-"
"you can cum, Jayce." with your reassurance, Jayce throws his head back, not even bothering to smother his moans as he cums so hard he swears he sees stars. his thighs shake as he coats himself in his own cum. as he comes down from his high, you gently massage his shoulders, tethering him back to reality as he steadies his breathing.
"you still with me, Counselor Talis?" Jayce grumbles, pulling you in close. "don't call me that. to you, 'm Jayce. nothing to else." you giggle, melting into his embrace. "lets get you cleaned up, hm?" you ask, and he nods, wordlessly following you like a lost puppy towards your shared bathroom. you both know damn well that this is probably going to lead to another round of steamy shower sex, yet he follows you in with the smallest smirk on his lips. what a man.
i will always be the number one jayce defender i do not CAREEEEE he's trying his best. i know nothing about leavue of legends lore and im basing this solely off of arcane, but i genuinely sympathize w him and idk why people hate him sm
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when we begin again
I wanted to write something for my little huskerdust babies au! So here's some devastating angst!!
Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for being the first to indulge me in this madness and the general encouragement and huge thanks to @hangsters for putting up with me singing these songs on repeat whenever by brain goes into standby
Please reblog and leave a comment over on Ao3!
cw trans angel dust, male presenting pregnancy
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“You have to deal with Angel Dust.”
Husk had been hearing that a lot lately. It made him happier than he’d be willing to admit to anyone with working ears.
Well. Anyone apart from Angel Dust himself.
But that surly voice didn’t belong to his man, it was Vaggie who had appeared against his bar, hands braced on it and interrupting the game of poker Husk had been playing against himself. There wasn’t much to do when you were a bartender who’d promised not to drink for the next six months, two weeks and three days. But who was counting?
Husk didn’t look up, rolling the olives he used as chips from one pile to the other, blatantly cheating and willing himself not to notice, “Let me guess, he made Charlie cry again? Or was it Nifty this time? Ah fuck, did he piss off the radio demon…”
He’d rattled them off in order of likelihood but he wouldn’t put any of them past his spider demon lately. Angel Dust had always been an acquired taste with that sugared armor he put on and the sharp tongue underneath, the teasing smirk he faced the afterlife with. Hell, it had been a while before Husk broke under his charms and that was only after seeing them for what they were, pretty decoration on someone who’d been through a lot and chosen his weapons carefully. He was an asshole, smug and bitchy and vulgar, and Husk had learned to love it.
But for someone who’d actively chased chemical imbalance for years, the guy was not handling pregnancy well.
Tired, aching and hormonal, his time lately was mostly spent sulking on the couch, scowling at anyone who came near, firing off cutting remarks that weren’t so funny without the smile and wink to go along with them. There were very few people in the hotel he hadn’t upset, hitting every square on the bingo sheet, losing his shit over the smallest thing until he deserved some kind of special prize for acidity. He’d be sorry when he calmed down, continually brought to tears by his friends’ patience with him, all of them ready to play the whole scene out the next day.
Hence why Husk was asked to deal with him as often as he was, riding on his baby daddy pass. Being the spider demon’s keeper would lose its shine eventually but it hadn’t happened yet and he didn’t see it on the horizon either.
“Well, no more than usual but…” Vaggie continued, her palm still over his winning hand.
Husk sighed, “Look, I know he’s a lot to deal with right now but you can’t blame the guy. He was a bitch with booze, cigarettes and drugs mixed in, now he’s had to drop all three on short notice, topped off with two spider kittens using his organs as a trampoline and turning his brain into soup.”
“No,” Vaggie’s voice shifted from surly to irritated with an edge of worry that shattered Husk’s warm feeling and pulled his eyes off his cards, “No, it’s not like that, Husk.”
“What’s up with him?” he felt his ears pick up, like if he strained enough, he could hear Angel somewhere upstairs.
When he’d come back from the store, laden with sweet treats that made his teeth ache just looking at them and insane combinations Angel’s cravings had been demanding lately, he’d just assumed the sofa was empty because the spider was upstairs, sleeping. But Vaggie’s expression said something different. Guilt settled over Husk like a wet blanket. Why didn’t he go and check on him…
“That’s the thing, we don’t know,” the former angel folded her arms, “He was sitting in the lounge like usual, watching TV, me and Charlie were setting up for today’s lesson and suddenly he just got up and stormed off. Slammed the door and hasn’t left since. Snaps at anyone who comes knocking to go fuck themselves.”
Husk felt the fur across his shoulders lift. Some of that was normal. Some of that gave him the concrete feeling of knowing the next card you turned would blow your hand or knowing that fist was sailing right for your nose.
“Um…guys?” Charlie’s voice had a tremble that made it sound ready to break, “I think I know what upset him.”
The television was blaring when they ran over to where she sat in the lounge but that had a lot to do with the voice of Katie Killjoy, curdled nastily and accompanied by a dangerous lioness smile.
And a grainy, lopsided paparazzi shot of Angel Dust, pupils wide as silver dollars and a grin so loose it was sliding right off his face, a poisonous looking martini in one of his hands, a rolled up note in another.
“Ah fuck…” Husk groaned softly.
“...with the frankly staggering revelation that the bumbling efforts over at the Hazbin Hotel actually work, somewhat, Hell is left with questions. How did such embarrassing methods actually produce results? Is this the first step on the road to ascension? Is this all an elaborate hoax by the Princess of Hell in a bid to sell us on her hotel? All valid questions in the wake of this news! But we here at Vox Media Productions have another to add to the list.”
The photo of Angel Dust was blown up, becoming footage, bleeding into clips from his more violent pornos. Husk doubted he had a heart anymore but something in his chest ached at the sight of a clear downward spiral. He used to watch Angel like this and tell himself he didn’t care, that the kid was none of his concern, an afterlife imploding to the same tune he’d heard a thousand times, living and dead.
But he was long past lying to himself. Now he had no shield against the pain of watching the man he loved drown in front of him, knowing there was a version of himself just in the wings, too damn stubborn and too damn drunk to help him.
“The well known sinner at the center of this shocking story is no stranger to scandal, though he’s far more used to making a profit from it. Angel Dust, star of many award winning pornographic films, is the supposed father-to-be but close, personal friends of the spider himself have raised their concerns.”
Husk could feel the growl running between his teeth like an electric current. He could take a guess at just who’d fed them this story.
“Sinners, ask yourselves, is this really the person who should be in charge of Hell’s very first children? A known drug addict who makes his living from indecency? And, according to insider reports from Porn Studios, an unreliable, temperamental, unstable individual? There have been a lot of very worrying leaks about his on set behavior and, while we were all willing to turn a blind eye before, there are now young lives at stake. Can we really allow this to continue? Vox Media certainly doesn’t think so.”
A dagger flashed out and crashed through the screen, turning the chatter and flashing images into gurgling pops of static and then silence. Vaggie wrenched her weapon free, eyes flaring enough to burn holes in the wall.
“Someone needs to crush that fucking bug,” she spat, “Pin him to a goddamn corkboard.”
“They said it’s their top story, they must have been talking about it all day…” Charlie flickered between forms, horns phasing in and out, tears welling in her eyes, “Angel must have seen it…”
“We knew Valentino would throw a bitch fit over you keeping the kids out of his hands,” Vaggie spun the dagger between her fingers like there might still be something to throw it at, “But getting Vox to do his dirty work? Fucking coward…”
“They can’t…they can’t actually take the babies from him right? Right?” Charlie shook herself, hands twisting in her hair, “No, no, of course not. Because we’ll do something about it! I’ll…I’ll get them to interview me! We’ll run our own piece! Start our own news station?”
“I’m going to talk to him.”
Husk’s voice, oddly calm and empty of anger, brought his friends up short, stalling their fury and their panic. He wrenched his claws out of the furrows he’d dug in the back of the sofa, keeping his breathing steady and even as he took the stairs two at a time.
The more demonic part of him wanted to howl and break things, smash glass and break his claws against the wall. The part of him that had once been an Overlord wanted to track down Valentino and tear the wings off his back, grind him into the ground until he was as small as he’d ever made Angel feel. The human part of him wanted to find the nearest bottle and drain it dry, rob himself of all feeling, blunt the edges of this pain until he didn’t have to deal with it at all.
But Husk ignored all of them. It took a moment but he managed it eventually, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t take control of his limbs. There was only one thing that he could let matter right now.
Angel Dust wasn’t the only one who was struggling with the change in their afterlives.
The bedroom behind the door was still his own, technically, but he hadn’t thought of it that way in a while. They hadn’t been an item long before pink started bleeding into the otherwise lifeless space, bright clothes actually making use of the wardrobe, make-up left scattered in front of the mirror, Fat Nuggets snoring on Husk’s side of the bed more often than not. Angel Dust still had his room down the hall, Husk knew he got a lot of reassurance out of having his own space (and he had a lot more shit) but his paws brought him here first.
He knocked lightly, pressing his forehead to the door, “Angel? Baby, it’s me.”
There was a very deliberate pause where Husk knew there was a good chance he’d be told to fuck off, a static weight where lightning might strike or it might not. He held his breath, tail whipping anxiously, not praying, he wasn’t fool enough for that, but hoping pretty damn hard.
Eventually, he heard a soft murmur, the sound of fabric moving, “M’here.”
He took that as permission to gently ease the heavy door open. Their room was dark, almost completely, apart from the sickly blue light flooding out of the phone in Angel’s hands. The spider demon was slumped on the bed, angular limbs folded in like someone had taken a rolled up newspaper to him, the only part of him that moved was the thumb scrolling endlessly through some newsfeed. Husk could hear tinny versions of Angel’s exaggerated moans and squeals from any number of pornos, interspersed with canned commentary from the 666 News broadcast. It seemed like Vox wasn’t the only Vee helping Valentino play dirty.
Husk sighed, closing the door behind him and gently clambering onto the bed, though he gave Angel plenty of room, “Baby, maybe you should stop listening to that…”
Angel’s voice was thin and rough, like it had come through a belt sander, “He’s sending me them. Val. Making sure I don’t miss any.”
Husk swallowed back acidic anger, “Block him. You can put it down, Angel, it’s okay…”
“Used to tell yourself that at the roulette table, huh? Just put it down?” Angel flashed him a bitter look.
Husk couldn’t help it, he flinched. Immediately his boyfriend’s anger cracked and collapsed, horror and shame underneath. The phone slipped from his fingers, landing face down and dropping them into darkness. But the pentagram moon showed Husk more than enough, the tears bleeding down Angel’s face, his mouth twisted miserably as it swallowed him under.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Husk sighed, holding out his hands, “I know you didn’t, baby, I know. Look, can I touch you? That okay?”
Angel’s two sets of arms seemed to be in disagreement. One set trembled closer to Husk’s, the other hovered over the phone, both pulling against the other and both terrified. Husk found himself doing it again, that thing that wasn’t praying, harder than he’d done over any green-felted table.
The stalemate finally broke and, thank fuck, Husk was the winner. Angel Dust crashed into him with more force than you’d ever think was in that skinny body, clutching him tight enough to hurt, not that Husk could find it in him to care. He felt warm tears soak the fur at the curve of his neck, welcomed them, brought his wings around to shelter the two of them, purred loud and unashamedly, rocked him the way he’d never been rocked himself but it felt right.
“I don’t get it,” the words came waterlogged and painful, “I didn’t ask for them. I didn’t ask for these kids but I’m doing my fucking best and now I have them, all everyone wants to do is take them away from me.”
For a moment, Husk was envious of his lover, two arms didn’t feel like enough to hold him, how was he supposed to compete when the hurt was this big?
“I know,” he rubbed his cheek against Angel’s hair, forgetting to be self conscious of his feline instincts, “It ain’t fair, baby. And…and I need you to know…if it’s too much, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. You have a choice.”
Angel’s breath shuddered, two hands winding from around Husk’s middle, slipping down. He couldn’t see them but he knew where they were going, his own paws met them there. Demons glancing at him in the street would have no idea- well, they would now thanks to the fucking Vees- but Husk spent a good amount of his time staring at Angel Dust. He saw the gentle slope in his stomach, he knew where to press to feel it through the oversized sweatshirt he wore. He threaded his fingers through Angel’s so the two of them cradled it together, this little impossibility, this spark that had fallen through the cracks and somehow landed here in their afterlives.
“I wanna do it,” Angel Dust rasped, “I know it’s dumb and selfish but I can’t help it. I got ditched by my family and this…they feel like a second chance. And I know I don’t deserve it but I can’t let go.”
Husk shook his head gently, shifting so he could rest his forehead against Angel’s, “Listen to me. I don’t know why this happened, I don’t know what asshole is up there above Heaven and Hell and all this mess deciding whose a sinner and whose a saint, whose spunk gets to work and whose don’t. I don’t know why these kids are here but I know there’s only one explanation that makes sense to me.”
Angel sniffled softly, still looking down at their joined hands, “What?”
“You,” Husk breathed, running his thumb over that little knot low inside his lover, “You’re the only person I can think of, in heaven or hell or wherever the fuck else, who’s strong enough to do this. You’ve fought harder than anyone I know to be better than you were. And you’ll keep fighting for our kids, even when assholes like that bitch Val keep throwing punches. I think they’re here because you deserve that second chance, Angel.”
His slitted eyes had adjusted to the darkness, rewarding him with the sight of a small, trembling smile on Angel’s face.
“Well…that means you do too, right?” he whispered.
Husk chuckled softly, “Hell, I already knew I was on the path to redemption. I got you, didn’t I? Must be halfway to a fucking saint.”
Angel’s laugh was a shaky, broken thing but it was the sweetest sound Husk had heard in a long time, a prize he could never have imagined winning. To be trusted so much by someone who, by rights, should never have trusted anyone again, he wouldn’t have traded anything for that.
Angel reached down, fumbling around in the blankets until he found his phone. He held the power button down until the screen went fully dark then tossed it over his shoulder, letting it land in some of the clothes scattered on the floor. He seemed to breathe a little easier after, glowing at the proud grin Husk gave him.
“I love you, baby,” the words still left him quietly, like he was still unsure saying them, they were a trick he hadn’t mastered yet and was terrified to fumble, “You know that, right?”
Angel nods, plucking those words out of the air and clutching them so tight they were tattooed on his palm, “So you keep saying, Whiskers. Though I could stand to hear it a few more times…and I love you too. A whole fucking lot…” his eyes slid over his shoulder where he’d tossed the phone and it’s poisonous chatter, “Enough that it drowns out all that bullshit on most days.”
Husk laid a paw against his cheek, brushing away the tear tracks on his face, “And on the days it doesn't, I’m right here. And soon we’ll have two little brats running around, I hear they’re pretty loud.”
Angel let Husk tumble him gently sideways, their bodies finding a way to comfortably fit together in their nest of blankets, “Not soon enough if you ask me. I could have been just enough of a spider to lay eggs and save myself the hassle but nah, I had to go and fall in love with a mammal…”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Husk smiled crookedly, purring so Angel would feel it as he pillowed his head on his chest, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Too fucking right you will,” Angel’s gold tooth flashed as he yawned, the sadness draining away and leaving him empty, “Over and over again, in a wide variety of different positions…”
Husk could feel Angel Dust still shaking, even after he drifted asleep. It wasn’t the end of it, he knew that the tide had just gone out. The next months weren’t going to be easy and hell only knew what would happen after that. He’d certainly had better odds in his time.
But Husk knew one thing for certain. He was all in.
#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#hazbin charlie#hazbin vaggie#huskerdust babies au#please reblog and comment!
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ahh would you please please consider a nsfw alphabet for aesop carl? no worries if not! i really like your work, the luchino one was so good!
Ah, thank you for the compliment. I really didn’t think anyone would like the evil reptilian one. Sorry for taking a while, nsfw alphabets seem to be a pretty popular request, and they take a while.
Aesop NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: nsfw
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
He’s pretty tired, so aftercare is usually a few words of praise and toweling you down, before snuggling with you under the covers. If you want anything, such as a snack, he’ll begrudgingly get up and get you what you want.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
If he had to choose, it would be your lips - how you wet them with your tongue, how they curve up when you smile, how soft they are. Your mouth is what he always look at when you speak, since meeting your eyes is harder. On him? Exactly the opposite of you - there aren’t that many things he likes about himself he likes, but perhaps he doesn’t mind his legs. You like to kiss them so much, so perhaps they’re not so bad.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s a pretty inexperienced guy, so you’ll have to be the one taking the reins. If you don’t want him to cum somewhere, he won’t, although, it does look good dripping down your thighs or splattered over your back.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'd kind of want to fuck you in your sleep. Of course, the two of you have to discuss this beforehand, set boundaries, etc., but the allure of using you as a cumhole while risking you waking up is like sex with a corpse and semi-public sex without the illegalities.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
He has absolutely no experience and doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has no time and no social skills to get any bitches. Although, he does know the basic anatomy, as he couldn’t function as an embalmer elsewise.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Classic missionary. It’s intimate, and feels like he’s in control of his life, for once. Although the initial embarrassment of being a virgin makes him want to hide his face, seeing yours is worth it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Aesop is nervous, when it comes to sex, so he’s not the one to be making jokes in the moment. If you do, he might think it’s ruining the mood a bit, or be thankful that you’re trying to calm him down. Either way, he’d crack a small smile and move on.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
He didn’t think that pubic hair would matter that much to people, so he doesn’t groom it at all. And about the carpet matching the drapes - his eyebrows are grey, so it would make sense for his pubes to be too.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)
He’ll whisper sweet things into your ear and constantly praise you, if he’s not too nervous to speak. He’s not romantic per se, since there won’t be candles or anything of the sort, but his heart will be swelling with love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)
He’s done it a few times, but it’s never felt as good as your hands touching his penis. After meeting you, he’s masturbated more often, when he’s uncomfortable in asking you to do him the favour.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’d like to be topped and praised by you, to leave him hickey only the two of you would see. Being an insecure man, he’s unsure of whether or not he’s doing a good job in the moment. On a less vanilla note, he wouldn’t mind manhandling you (or being manhandled) on some of his rougher days. To use you as nothing but a toy to please him would calm him down if he’s ever angry.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex)
The bedroom’s always a safe place to have sex, and Aesop isn’t willing to risk his already suffering social life to fuck you in public. The couch is too uncomfortable, so the two of you would be sticking to the bed.
M = Motivation (what turns them on?)
Wear revealing clothes, touch him in all the right places, the works. Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly horny, the right angle might even get his mind racing.
N = No (what turns them off?)
He’s quite a devoted man and would do almost anything for you, and that sometimes shows itself in sex. He’s not going to voice his turn offs, in fear of you leaving him, so you’ll have to encourage the communication. He doesn’t particularly like anything unsanitary or anything that would cause pain - he doesn’t get why, in these situations, the pain would become pleasurable.
O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)
With Aesop on the receiving end of oral sex, he’d be a whimpering, shaking mess, which is quite embarrassing to him. Once he gets used to the shame he feels, he’d prefer receiving the oral. While he’s got no experience, he’s a fast learner and would remember every act that makes you feel good.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Aesop is slow and sensual in fear of hurting you - he can’t go that fast, either, since the autism man is quite weak. Although, bottoming, he wouldn’t really mind, and would let you set the pace.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)
To be in a situation for a quickie, one would have to be somewhere where having proper sex is not viable. That would mean being in a semi-public situation or close to some sort of commitment. Taking these risks would not be something Aesop is willing to do.
R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)
As long as it’s in private and the consequences aren’t too big, he’s fine with trying things out, even if it’s something he wouldn’t normally do. He won’t suggest anything, though, and isn’t very experimental at heart.
S = Stamina (how long do they last?)
One round, two if you’re going to stretch it. He hasn’t got a lot of exercise aside from matches. All that running doesn’t improve how exhausted he’d feel after cumming, though. Perhaps overstimulate him to see how he likes it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)
He doesn’t own any toys, and most likely didn’t realise sex toys existed. He’s a busy man, and never had he thought being so intimate with another human would feel this good.
U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
Don’t tease him, or he’d think he’s being punished. He doesn’t like to tease either - why do all this when the two of you could just have sex? To him, it wasted time.
V = Volume (how loud are they?)
Audible, but not too loud. You’d hear grunts, heavy breathing, and a few moans from him, but unless you’ve done something game changing, you won’t hear him scream. That doesn’t mean your name is exempt from his tongue, though; he’d be chanting it like a prayer.
W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)
Aesop has nice thighs, for no reason at all. They’re genetically curved and lean, and can squeeze your head with more strength than expected.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
He’s a grower, with a 5.5 inch (13.9cm) dick when flaccid, becoming 5.7 (14.5cm) when erect. It’s got a vein on the side and the tip flushes beautifully when hard. It’s on the slender side, but is an overall pretty dick.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His libido is a bit lower than average, and he usually shuns the thoughts that do come. Even now, he feels a bit disrespectful in thinking those thoughts about you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He falls asleep pretty quickly, faster than he’d fall asleep normally. He’d wrap his arms around you and either spoon you, bring your head to his chest, or bury his face in you. Any hesitation he might’ve shown in touching you is gone in his sleep. Finally, his features have smoothed out to something peaceful, and he can rest.
#identity v#identity v x reader#idv x reader#idv aesop x reader#idv aesop#aesop carl#aesop carl x reader#idv
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Ok soooo im having a really fucked day mentally…….. so here’s how my favorite ASMR boys would help you during your mentally fucked days 
Seth🏕️
He’s been there. He knows how it is. 
He’ll pick you up throw you over his shoulder, grab the softest blanket in the house and a whole box of your favorite cookies/comfort snack. He puts on your favorite playlist/movie/TV show
Put you on his lap with the blanket over you and hold you close. gently kissing your neck and shoulders. He doesn’t say much. he doesn’t have to say much. he’ll listen, he’ll nod. But rarely will any words be spoken unless prompted 
Charlie🍕🐭
He knows you. You guys literally grew up together, trying to hide it from him is pointless. 
He’ll walk up to you and give you a big hug. (as big as the skinny bitch can muster) and he won’t let you go until you are willing to sit down and talk about it.
“it’s OK Casper”
“let it out……I’ll be here when you’re ready”
“Your not a burden babe… you’re never a burden”
After you’re done talking, you lay in bed together and cuddle until you both asleep
Milo🐾
We already know how good Milo is at this kind of thing.
Provided that you’re not already in panic zone. Milo can always tell when his sweetheart is not doing well.  he goes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
(provided that you have the same reaction as me that would make you cry right then and there.)
He listens, he holds you close, he makes it better.
You’d think he was taking lessons From caelum for how quickly he makes “the knots” go away. Sure some knots will always be there and he knows that. But he will try his hardest to make you feel safe and loved.
If I do caelum I just might cry While typing this
Sam❤️
(What is it with broken southern men) Sam. much like Seth also knows what it’s like.
“I got ya darlin’….you’re safe here”
Sam holds you close to his chest. And just lets you vent while he softly rubs your back. He’ll use his flannel sleeve to wipe off any stray tears.
You can ask if you’re being too much. You can tell him you didn’t want to be a burden. 
But he won’t have any of it.
“darlin do you think it’s a burden when I share my sorrows with you?”
“No.” (If you say yes. f@ck you)
“then why do you think I’d be burdened with hearing yours?”
Once the vent session is done, and your tears are dried. He’ll give you all the kisses, and whisper all the sweet nothings. And get you back to feeling like you’re on top of the world. 
 Auron📚
(Didn’t think I was gonna bring him out did ya)
We know that he’s not the softest guy in the world, but when he is it’s good.
He realizes that you’re not acting your normal self and will request a meeting with you (whilst also clearing the next two hours of his schedule)
He sits on the couch in his office (he’s loaded He has one) you sit down next to him, and he pats his lap.
“come here. rest your eyes rook” you lay your head in his lap, and he  runs his fingers through your hair. He won’t push you to talk. He’ll just wait until you’re ready.  but if he feels that you’re not telling him because you don’t want to bother him. He’ll reassure you.
“we may be on work hours,  but I want you to know i’m still here….. you can interrupt me at any time of the day or night if you need anything”
The rest is up to you.
Guy🍕
It doesn’t matter if you are the best at hiding it. if literally nothing in your demeanor changes, if you’re just the same as you always are,
he knows 
“Honeyyyyy~ what’s wrong”
Hide your emotions all you want you’re gonna end up talking about it. he’ll kiss all over you, Whispering little praises, make extremely lewd comments. you know guy being guy just a lotmore than usual. and somehow even he’s confused about this. It makes you feel better. 
Sorry if this sucks, my hands were shaking the entire time and I still don’t have my glasses fixed. Love y’all, and I wish you well 


#redacted asmr#writing#incorrect quotes#redacted audio#redacted headcanons#redacted incorrect quotes#redacted milo#redacted sam#redacted guy#redacted pizza guy#redacted milo greer#redacted sam collins#for the dark days#yuurivoice charlie#yuurivoice auron#yuurivoice seth
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡
Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader
Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include
- we been knew Daryl Dixon is a massive fucking virgin (listen aint nobody sayin he isnt capable of 👀 certain things 👀 but he gotta build up to it)
- so it’s no surprise that it takes him a WHILE. to do everything. ask you out, first hand hold, first kiss, everything
- but that honestly just makes everything all the more cute
- first time he reaches for your hand it’s on a run after you had a close call with a walker, Daryl had a moment of realisation, thinking he could’ve lost you just then, and how he could lose you any second. so you feel shaking fingers brush against yours as you walk beside him, you look to him and he isnt looking at you, he’s too nervous
- you intertwine your fingers with his and omg his heart SINGS the boy could CRY
- after that, Daryl progressed to kissing your hand. sometimes it’d be while he was driving and holding your hand, he’d just bring it to his lips as nonchalantly as he could manage. sometimes it was while the two of you were on watch standing beside each other, and then sometimes you were cuddling in bed and he’d get the sudden urge to kiss your hand
- cuddling was another thing. repeat after me: Daryl Dixon is a bitch for cuddles and that is on god
- cuddling felt more natural than any other method of affection, especially because cuddling often happened in bed, in the dark, so you couldnt see if he was blushing or not
- Daryl loved every aspect of you, the way you talked, the way you carried yourself, how good of a fighter you were, the way you smiled at him, how protective you were of him, and how much you loved him
- you also reminded him to shower in the sweetest ways possible, and you always made sure he got 3 meals a day when possible. you genuinely cared for him, he’d never had that before
- one of the many wonderful things about you was that you made your love for him so obvious
- you’d run up to him and very dramatically jump up and kiss his cheek, or straight up jump on him in front of everyone
- you’d beam at him every time you saw him, waving enthusiastically if he was far away, blowing kisses at him from a distance
- Daryl would never ever admit it, but every time you blow a kiss, he very discretely catches it and brings it to his chest in a closed fist. it’s a little ritual between you two
- he had never been so openly loved by anyone in his entire life. you loved him so wholeheartedly, so selflessly, so unconditionally. sometimes he struggled to believe you were real
- Daryl often finds himself watching you in awe, no matter what you‘re doing he is so completely mesmerised by you. sometimes Rick has to wave a hand in front of Daryl’s face to get him to stop staring at you
- obviously everyone else is fully aware of how smitten Daryl is with you, they sometimes tease him about it playfully, but most of the time they simply watch on with kind smiles
- Daryl is naturally protective of you, anytime you’ve been in danger he has been willing to sacrifice himself for you
- you’ve had to talk to him about that a few times and remind him that as sweet as that is, you would very much like him to prioritise his own life, because you love him very much
- kissing. his. forehead. y’know how when he’s emotional and he goes to hug someone he drops his head and buries his face in their shoulder? sometimes he hugs you like that for no particular reason at all, simply out of love, and you cradle him, then lift his head just enough to kiss his forehead
- even though you’re most likely shorter than him so he has to crouch down a lil, it’s still real cute
- it’s fair to say that whenever Daryl catches another guy flirting with you, or you tell him about some guy hitting on you and making you uncomfortable, Daryl goes full pacing-back-and-forth-in-a-semi-circle-with-a-silent-glare-ready-to-sWING-but-you-never-know-when
- he is truly adorable though. whenever he goes on a run without you (which is pretty rare, but sometimes you have things to do that keep you at home) he’ll bring you something. if he cant find you something in particular, he’ll settle for as many pretty flowers as he can possibly find
- sometimes he ends up having to stuff the flowers in his pockets because the group runs into some walkers or something, and he then has to present you a crumpled mess of flowers with a slightly embarrassed half-smile
- but every single time without fail, you light upat whatever he’s given you, and lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately
- you keep every gift he’s ever given you, obviously. the flowers eventually wither and die, but you’ve got an impressive collection of dried flowers in a box beneath your bunk
- as for other gifts, he usually gives you useful things. he’s given you a bucket hat, sunglasses, a scarf, gloves, and any knives he finds
- but sometimes Daryl gives you the most random things ever, like this tiny ornament of an elephant, or a single plastic barbie doll shoe. he always says “saw this and thought of you” and sometimes you really do wonder how
- but whatever happens, ending everyday cuddled up together, whether it be in bed or under the stars, Daryl knows that he could not be happier, even in the zombie apocalypse
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon imagine#x reader#the walking dead#twd#imagine#imagines#fanfic#fanfiction#headcannon
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Halloween with the Hellsing Characters Pt. 2
Anon wanted part 2. More platonic than romantic. No warnings. GN! Reader
A/N: This has been written in kind of a hurry, sorry if it's messy and uninspired. Did I forget anyone? Let me know!
Heinkel and Yumie:
They're 50:50 on this. On the one hand it goes against their religion and they don't wanna disappoint Anderson, on the other hand this sounds like so much fun??
In the end they'll tag along, claiming that they are only here for your protection. You'll go trick-or-treating with the orphans without the nuns knowledge, and later on sneak out to visit a party. Not the first time they do something forbidden, you later learn.
Those two will get wrecked and you'll see a whole new side of them. They're dancing, making silly jokes, cling to you and proclaim how much you mean to them. Either they really got a mental blackout or they'll just act like they don't remember the next day.
Will absolutely get in trouble and argue a lot with other guests unprovoked. The guy complimenting Yumie's 'sexy nun costume' regrets it to this day.
Maxwell:
Oh, he'll be the biggest nag. Hates holidays, hates children, hates anything and anyone. This is beneath him, this is immature and stupid, the list is endless. He'd definetly do whatever you ask of him but he will be a bitch about too.
Acts annoyed the whole time but is actually having so much fun, his inner child is thriving. He was secretly afraid to involuntarily ruin the mood, but you tolerate his attitude so well that he actually gets over himself and comes out of his shell a lil' bit.
Finds himself enjoying to coddle the children, much to his surprise. Compliments their costumes, at least in his wry indirect way. Doesn't have any sweets so he'll give them money lol, they ain't complaining.
Won't talk about it again but you will find a list on his desk with ideas for the next year, and gosh that man will prepare an amazing experience for the children. Obviously only for your sake, not because he wants it...right?
Schrodinger:
Is absolutely thrilled, but tbh he won't act much different than usual. Halloween can be any day if you're bold enough and willing to do crime.
Leaves a lot of dead bodies inappropriate stuff at your doorstep like a literal cat and acts like it's 'realistic decoration'. Tries to scare you the whole night through popping up anywhere, optionally dressed up differently each time. Like you'll open the fridge and there he is, scream-mask in his face and launching at you.
Doesn't like kids though, they're a little too bold for his taste. Always tug on his ears and tail.
Luke and Jan Valentine:
They really don't need a special occasion to do scary stuff and don't understand the hype around it, but if you insist.
Luke is a total showoff, dresses up and claims it's a costume bc he wears his hair different. Jan comes covered in blood but unsettlingly doesn't specify whether it's fake or not. You on the other hand could wear a potato sack and they'll act like you got the funniest, most beautiful costume ever - and anyone that disaggrees or doesn't acknowledge it properly is in for a horrid experience.
Whatever you have planned to do, you'll probably end up in a completely wrecked place with two idiots that try to one-up each other.
Rip Van Winkle:
A real big fan, but you're the only one she confesses this to. Feels relieved she doesn't have to hide it anymore and to have someone to commit the festive with.
Possesses a lot of related knowledge: All the scary stories and history behind the holiday, can recommend you the best movies, will be informed about every cool event worth going to.
Wears a hyper specific costume. Like gurl what do you mean you're the lighting post from Hereditary?!
Her bullets make for a pretty cool lighting show in the dark, but she'll most likely use her musket to make every pumpkin she sees explode.
Zorin Blitz:
Fuck that boring ass holiday, do you wanna see real horror? That was a hypothetic question, you got no choice.
Digs deep into the occult. Wanna speak with ghosts? Summoun a demon? Make a blood pact or sth? Human sacrifices? You'll witness some shit if you don't dampen her enthusiasm.
After persuading her into some more tame things she'll still find a way to make it more 'interesting'. You'll play truth or dare and she forces people to relive their most traumatic memories, calls it 'bonding time'.
#hellsing#hellsing ultimate#reader insert#headcanons#drabble#heinkel wolfe#yumiko takagi#enrico maxwell#schrödinger#rip van winkle#zorin blitz#iscariot#millenium#luke valentine#jan valentine
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Thrill of the Kill (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!GF!Reader)
You are Mickey’s accomplice to the Windsor college Ghostface murders and realise that you get off on the thrill of murder just as he does.
Warning/s: smut, blowjob, masturbation, gagging, choking, murder, sadism, readers a twisted fuck whose obsessed with Mickey (mood), discussion of murder, blood, gore, etc
A/N: I changed how Cici Cooper dies for plot reasons, Mrs Loomis isn’t Mickey’s accomplice at all the reader is.
It’s low-key kinda fucked up so don’t read if you don’t like violence or anything previously mentioned. This didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted but I can’t only rewrite so many times before I want to throw my fucking computer out of the window. If you do read on, enjoy!
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2 days ago
“A practice run.” Mickey had explained, stood leaning against his desk with your Ghostface mask in his hands as you sat on his couch, listening intently as he spoke. “That bitch always has far too much to say. I want nothing more than to rip her vocal cords out so she she can’t ever speak again. But Cici Cooper is all yours, baby.”
“Jeez, Mick.” You’d laughed. “Is this because of her bashing sequels in film class?”
“Partially.” He said thoughtfully, tossing the mask and walking away from his desk to stand in front of you, his hand tilting your chin up and his thumb lightly running over the soft skin of your lower lip. “But mostly, I just want to see you rip her apart.” You smiled up at him, eyes fixed on his beautiful face as he continued to speak. “I’m so fucking glad I met you.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked, shivering a little as his hand slid from your lip to caress your cheek.
“You want this just as much as I do. And you don’t even have a motive. You just want to kill people for me. Do you understand how fucking sexy that is?” He murmured in a soft voice, his hand moving from your face into your hair, gazing down at you in awe.
The plan was made. Mickey had his defense planned out to it’s very core, go to trail, blame the movies, which you were more than willing to assist him with, and you, well you were so unbelievably infatuated with him that when you stumbled across his plans a couple of months ago instead of being terrified like any normal rational person, you’d asked him if you could assist him.
You’d met Mickey during first year film class, and the attraction was instantaneous. He could see a hidden darkness in you that you yourself hadn’t truly realized yet and he made it his life’s mission to bring that part of you out of it’s shell. He’d introduced you to his true self slowly but hadn’t needed to worry at all, because as soon as he told you what he was planning you, much to his surprise, hadn’t even really been phased. More intrigued and fascinated with him. He loved how she admired and practically worshipped the ground he walked on. It stroked his ego in just the perfect way.
From an outsiders perspective, you were just a sweet dorky couple, fairly publicly affectionate. Mickey’s hands were never really off of you, always finding some way to make sure he had any kind of contact. Weather it was holding your hand, arm around your shoulders or his hand in the back pocket of your jeans it didn’t matter. He liked people knowing you belonged to him.
He was not insecure about your relationship by any means, he knew the last thing you’d ever do was cheat or even flirt with somebody else, but if he saw a guy so much as glance at you in a way he didn’t deem appropriate, he’d have a burning hot rage spread through his entire body which would only be cooled when you noticed and gently stretched up on your toes and kiss his scowling lips and whispering to him that if he wanted you to, you’d fucking kill them for him.
He loved how twisted you were, how passionate and how much excitement and anticipation you’d had for the upcoming murders. In a strange way, it made him feel less alone.
Now, with his fingers still tangled in your hair, he gazed down at you, thriving off of how you stared up at him like a blind person seeing the sun for the first time. It was that admiration that really did get him off.
“You excited about it? Killing her?” He asked you, gently beginning to pull your hair back until you made a little whimpering sound and nodded.
“Wanna show me how excited you are, sweetheart?” He cooed at you and now your response was much more eager.
“Yes.” You said, a wide smile spreading across your face as you fell straight to your knees in front of him, reaching for the waistband of his sweats, only for his hand to grab yours before you could even touch the soft material.
“What do you say?” Mickey murmured, his voice a little lower as he stared down at you with dark eyes.
“Please let me suck your cock, Mickey.” You begged, gazing up at him desperately. “I need to feel you in my mouth so bad, please please let me.”
He smirked down at you a little, loving the sight of your wide eyes pleading with him, the small pout on your lips as you begged him to let you blow him. He could feel himself swelling harder and harder as you relentlessly continued to plead with him, before brushing his finger lightly over your cheekbone and giving you a small nod.
Without missing a beat, you pulled down his loose grey sweatpants, looking lovingly at his already hard cock. Just talking about murder turned Mickey on to the highest extent. And the rush of the kill? No pussy could ever compare. Except one.
Your hand gently slid up his thighs, finger nails lightly grazing his skin, making him shiver a little. “Don’t tease me, Y/N.” His voice had a slight warning tone and as much as you wanted to ignore it, past experiences made you think better of that. The last thing you wanted was for him to deny you, and you knew that’s exactly what he’d do if you played with him. That was for him to do to you, never the other way around.
He let out a small groan when he felt your warm, wet mouth taking in as much as him as you could, moving his free hand to join his other one in your hair, pulling you closer until your nose touched the stubbly skin above his cock and you let out a soft gag.
You made sure to swirl your tongue around his tip just the way you knew he liked it as you bobbed your head, consistently making eye contact with him as you did so. His hands still gripped your hair as he forced you to speed it up, grinding his hips on your face till you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. The sounds Mickey made as he fucked your face made your clit swell and you crossed your legs, trying to cause some subtle kind of friction as you hummed with your mouth around his cock, saliva beginning to dribble out of your mouth and down your chin.
“Jesus fuck, baby.” He groaned, one of his hands moving right on the back of your head as he pushed your head as close to him as possible. You began relishing in the feeling of his thick cock filling your throat. “Fuckin- fuckin’ touch yourself.” he managed to stutter out between small pants as he continued to thrust himself in and out of your mouth.
He didn’t need to tell you twice. Your hand quickly moved down to your panties, shoving them aside as you starting gently teasing your clit, letting out a small satisfied moan as you did so. The feeling of him fucking your face mixed with your fingers circling your clit was driving you crazy, making you eager to take more and more of him as his thrusts sped up, along with the movement of your own fingers. The feeling of his dick gagging you repeatedly mixed with you rubbing your own clit was driving you absolutely insane. You could feel the tears start rolling down your face he did one more brutal thrust into your mouth, suddenly holding his position with his cock choking you, making it harder for you to breathe as you felt his seed spreading straight down your throat, causing you to splutter a little as he let out a long and satisfied groan, his head falling back a little.
“So fucking pathetic.” He laughed breathlessly, squeezing his hand into a fist around your hair and pulling you off him so he could look down at your face, his eyes mocking as you gasped for air. “Look at you, a fucking mess after you begged for it.” He laughed again as you coughed a little as you looked up at him with those same pleading eyes, his thumb wiping your tear stained face.
He tilted his head a little at you, seeing something else behind your eyes other than the deep satisfaction that you’d made him cum down your throat and his cocky smile turned into a small frown. “Are you okay?” He asked anxiously, still a little breathless as his hand still rested on your flushed cheek. “Did I go too hard? I’m sorry baby, I know I can get a little-“
“No! No it’s not that!” You said quickly. It was absolutely not that. You loved the feeling of Mickey abusing your mouth for his own pleasure, you always had.
“Then what is it?”
You took a deep breath, wincing at the sore feeling in your throat before talking.
“What if I can’t do it? Kill Cici.” You suddenly blurted out, eyes dropping to the floor, taking Mickey a little by surprise. “I mean.. what if I pussy out last minute?”
“Y/N.” Mickey’s voice turned stern as he moved his hand to grip your chin, so you were forced to look at him and he bent down a little. “You’re not going to pussy out. You were made for this, just like I was. You’ll see. You’ll feel the power of holding someone’s life in your hands and you’ll fucking thrive off that shit. You’re my girl, right?”
You nodded as much as you could.
“Exactly. And I’ll be there the whole time if something goes wrong, but it won’t. You are just like me.” His soft brown eyes and his words seemed to soothe you and his hand gently released your chin, satisfied that his little speech seemed to work. He meant every word of it. He knew you could do this because whenever he looked at you, he could see the exact same burning desire in his eyes that he himself had.
Although you appeared a little calmer, he still noticed something slightly uncomfortable in your face and body language as you shifted a little. Mickey looked you up and down curiously before his eyes widened in sudden acknowledgment of what the issue was.
“Didn’t manage to get off, baby?”
“You didn’t tell me I could cum.” You said, shrugging a little like it was obvious, the feeling of denial settling into your lower stomach.
“Ah.” He helped you stand up before gently pushing you down on his couch, his strong hands sliding up your inner thigh and a satisfied smile spread across his face when he felt your drenched panties and your still swollen clit through the thin material, the slight sensation of his fingers making a shiver pass through your body and a small whine fall from between your swollen and abused lips.
“Let’s fix that.”
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You stood above the body of Cici Cooper and pulled the Ghostface mask off with one fluid motion, a sadistic smile plastered across your face, chest heaving with pure adrenaline and excitement. You couldn’t get over how amazing it had felt, sinking that knife into her chest and torso over and over again, relishing in the feeling of the knife slicing into her warm flesh and the sounds of her screams and cries begging you to stop, with your even more psychotic boyfriend watching you carefully and proudly as you did so. You’d never felt that kind of power, that kind of uncontrollable bloodlust in your life. It made you feel things you’d never felt before. It made you wonder why you’d never killed before.
“You did amazing, sweetheart.” He crooned, coming up behind you and kissing the back of your head gently. You turned around to face him, looking almost smug.
“You were right.” You said gleefully. “Killing really does make you feel-“
You were cut off by Mickey’s hands yanking you toward him by your waist, his lips melting against yours in a way that made you almost fall to the floor.
“Powerful.” You mumbled against his mouth and the laugh he let out was muffled by your lips.
You noticed how sensual the whole thing had been for you, how turned on you felt. It was a whole other experience to anything you’d ever felt before. Then you realised as Mickey pressed you against his body, you could feel his hard cock pushing up against your stomach from behind his own Ghostface robe. You relished in the newfound knowledge that Mickey watching you brutally murder that girl had turned him on too.
Because of course it did. The woman he loved was just as sadistic as he was. Loved the thrill of the kill exactly as he did. What’s hotter than that?
You wanted to deepen the kiss, beg him to fuck you right next to Cici Coopers corpse more than anything but he let out a small, groaning sigh.
“We’ve got to go.” He sighed as he pulled back, his hand reaching to cup your cheek. “We don’t wanna be here when the cops get called. We need to get to that party so we’ll have an alibi.”
You felt your lips turn into a pout and it made Mickey smirk a little, gently tracing the outside of your lips with his gloved hand.
“Fine,” you stretched up on your toes, you arms slinking around his neck and pulling his face back down to yours. “Can we at least fuck when we get there?”
Mickey let out a small laugh before nodding his head, hand still cradling your face.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
A/N: Ugh I hate this. But we move.
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i’m still thinking about the thing where Each Guy Has A Favorite Friend Who Does Not Favor Them The Same bc AUGHHHHH. but i do think they all like each other to Some extent even if it’s less for one of the others and i think it boils down to the guys not really understanding how each other ticks.
i do think this dynamic is the most dramatic and obvious btwn yellow and duck bc the two of em are both so loud about how they feel BUT they just communicate differently. yellow’s sweet and birdman’s bitchy. like i know i chewed out duck for being a dickhead in that analysis post but i do still adore him and i think he does still consider yellow family and friend. that’s why i’m trying so hard to figure out reasons that he might have a problem with yellow. bc i think duck loves and treasures both his guys. but even though he just communicates abrasively and there’s moments where he is affectionately mean to yellow (which is a thing he does. he is affectionately mean a lot) there’s several moments where i think he is cruel to yellow in a way he Needs to apologize for. ig you could say that about all the guys but duck is just. (clenches fist (affectionate))
but yes i think this dynamic might be less obvious btwn the other two pairs bc a) i think yellow and red more obviously like both their friends than duck does (even tho i think duck DOES like both his friends) and b) Red Is In Both Of These Duos and unlike his friends red is not very expressive in both The Literal Sense and in What He Is Willing To Say About His Internal Life. and i think both his very expressive friends have trouble understanding that?
like augh yellow’s Slight Preference of duck is so subtle but it Is there. yellow seems a little unsure around red. like there’s several moments where he seems like he can’t quite say something to him. but i think maybe yellow is just never quite sure what red is thinking bc he’s so low key? like you know where you stand with duck. red’s got more happening under the surface than he is willing to let on and as emotionally intelligent as yellow may be it’s still hard to read someone who is preventing you from reading them. like he seems chill one second and aggrieved the next at seemingly arbitrary points bc he Does Not Talk About His Crisis unless he a) sees an opportunity to remedy his dissatisfaction or b) is currently in the middle of a breakdown. also if we’re talking Reset Theory: based on what we see in electricity he is a Dick to yellow at factory defaults. so it must be confusing for yellow to have red slingshot from Asshole to Big Bro depending on how recently he’s been wiped. duck is at least consistent! you can work toward things with duck!
red’s preference of yellow to duck… i mean he is so so sweet to yellow whenever he gets the chance. but it’s still hard to pick up on his negative feelings about duck bc him and duck are BOTH bitches to each other in a Funny Way and also they’ve got their Thing going on. but it is still there and Still hurts me to think abt because. even if they like each other. i’m not sure if the two of them really Understand each other. like i think duck’s bitchiness at red is (usually) playful but red’s bitchiness back is (half the time?) genuinely annoyed. maybe duck thinks red is Like Him! just kind of a bitchy person who appreciates The Banter and not someone who is very tired and shielding themself from pain. and even if red likes duck i do think he dislikes how mean duck can get. i think he’s just so sick of meanness even when it’s playful meanness (and duck shifts between playful and genuine meanness Often). i think duck might not get that red’s prickliness is often armor and red doesn’t get that duck sometimes expresses friendship through bitchiness. aughgoughgh two guys who are just so fucking different in every possible way except for outward bitching
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Trap (2024) review
M. Night Shyamalan seems like a nice dad.
Plot: In M. Night Shyamalan's latest outing, everyone in a large city is in a frenzy. Why? That's because they're up and ready to watch a concert performed by famous pop star Lady Raven. Two of her fans, a man named Cooper and his daughter Riley, attend the concert with high spirits, but things slowly begin to change their tune. Amongst the screams of adoration and sounds of applause, the concert itself has a hidden identity: a front to fish out an infamous serial killer known as The Butcher. With security cameras rigged, armies of policemen with weapons at the ready, and police vehicles surrounding the venue, will anyone survive their concert experience or is there more to The Butcher than meets the eye?
I bloody love M. Night Shyamalan! As a director that is, not as a person as I’ve never met the guy. He could be a real stuck snob for all I know. But as a creative voice in the movie industry I absolutely adore him, as this is someone who to this day has not let the Hollywood machine change or mould him and has stayed true to himself and his style of art form. Granted he does make a lot of crap, from the fascinating beach-that-turns-you-old concept stuck in a goofy and stupidly executed Old to The Happening where he somehow managed to make a tree be the ominous bad guy. And even then I cannot hate the guy as he’s evidently so batshit crazy that I have no choice but to love it. As even at his worst he still manages to come with such unique and outrageous concepts, and of course is also well known for his ridiculous third act plot twists, so even his worst film can still offer some level of entertainment. Except for After Earth. F*** that movie and also f*** Jaeden Smith ya tosser!! Mind you, I’ve never seen After Earth.
Trap is so silly. Like on every level, from each scene featuring a thousands plot-holes, characters talking like unreal people as if they are in some alien reality, random crap occurring for the sake of it…. It’s all absolutely absurd. Josh Hartnett is the glue that holds it all together, as his unhinged performance of a psychopath trying his best to act like a happy fun loving guy only to seem even more like a serial killer was truly hilarious. Also, I found myself kind of rooting for the serial killer? Like what kind of weird Dexter crap is this, Shyamalamadingdong?? I’ve been Stockholm syndromed into liking the bad guy! But anyway, Hartnett is a hoot and honestly he needs to be in more films! Saleka as the pop singer is alright. Her songs aren’t that great nor is her acting, though I do find it super endearing that Shyamalan made this entire film just to give his daughter her big ‘Eras Tour’ concert moment break and to boost her music career. What a sweet papa.
This movie very much is reliant on how willing you are to suspend your sense of disbelief, and on what level are you able to stick with Shyamalan’s shenanigans. This isn’t a particularly good movie, nor is it a bad one, but it’s extremely entertaining from beginning to end, even if the ending does get a little too off the rails. That being said one aspect that was actually phenomenal was the cinematography by Sayombhu Mukdeeprom, who’s a frequent collaborator of Luca Guadagnino’s. There are so many ludicrously delicious frames here, and I admired how each conversation was shot, as tight and intimate as possible while capturing every foolish and panic-induced character response.
Also shout out to Kid Cudi who rocks up for less than 5 minutes of screen time to drop the mic, eye-fuck Josh Hartnett for no other reason other than it’s Josh Hartnett and then drop the best line of the whole damn movie - “I specifically said I wanted honeysuckle sour kombucha, bitch!!”
Overall score: 6/10
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Watching Dragons: Rescue Riders so you don't have to: Episode 2
once again, please reblog this!
again fuck this theme song
am i wrong for shipping summer and aggro?
how tf has this bitch not seen coloured crystals before smh
i like aggro
"you don't speak dragon" I'M SORRY WHAT
IS DRAGONESE A THING IN THIS SHOW???
CAN-
CAN ONLY DAK AND LAYLA HEAR THE DRAGONS???
WHAT
cutter just turns into a fucking flamethrower bruv
they are finally developing their posterchild night fury knockoff dragon Winger BY FUCKING NERFING HIM AHAHAHAHAHAHA
i like aggro
honestly? the voice acting in this show is good. it's predictable, it's nothing special, but it's not hard to listen to by any means and each voice suits the characters to a t (probably becahse they're as cookie cutter as anything but who cares). voice acting good
burple pleases me
honestly when he's not being played as a fat joke he's just so sweet
guy apparently has six toes okay fair enough
kid me would have vibed so hard with leyla or however its spelled
AGGRO CAN GLOW AND LIGHT HERSELF UP WITH FIRE I LOVE HER
i vibe with summer tbh
crystals. affect. dragons.
okay thats information i am willing to live with actually
like that's genuinely kind of cool in a self indulgent sort of way
also THE SQUASH AND STRETCH ANIMATION 😘👌
i love burple 🩷
LOL SUMMER JUST SLAUGHTERED THAT BOAR
side note WHY DO THE BOARS LOOK WEIRD
so is burple being unaffected by the crystals like this shows version of gronckles not being affected by dragon root?
man they really did rip off that scene with toothless and the skrill in the mirroring ice caves huh? not that i mind lol
okay can i be honest? im actually really enjoying watching this show like no joke. like yes it relies on the original series in order to be as good as it is but there are plenty of things i find enjoyable about it. i like the animation and even tho the rendering is super plasticy and polished i kind of like that? it's nostalgic.
favourite character: aggro i love her so much but honestly i love all the main dragons they are so sweet all of them
least favourite character: elbone specifically because his naïvety annoys me but he was intended by the writers to be ever so slightly annoying so that's actually a plus in my eyes
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You know what I love most about Sam? It’s the same thing that make some people call him stuck up or pretentious. It’s that he doesn’t pretend. If he’s not feeling it, he doesn’t hide it. I was standing next to him in the pit during a concert and I never approached him because he was doing this thing with his eyes and body language that just SCREAMED “DO NOT APPROACH!!!” It was nothing rude or nasty, just this invisible force field vibe where he was in his own little bubble determinedly blocking out the world. So I left him alone.
I remember when I was newish to the fandom there was some hatred towards him because someone approached him at a restaurant or something and he was with someone and shut it down. And I remember being like…. Wait why are we mad at him for setting boundaries? I’d tell someone to fuck off way less politely if they interrupted me on a date.
Of all the Greta guys, I’d be MOST comfortable approaching him for a photo or a few words BECAUSE he’s so real. One of my biggest fears is meeting them and them faking happiness in the interaction and then rolling their eyes once I walk away like, “Thank God that’s over, God can I just get my goddamn Cheetos and get home sometime this year PLEASE.” But I’m not worried about that with Sam. By all accounts, (when the situation is right and he has expressed openness) he is one of the MOST willing and excited to interact with fans. I’ve never heard about a bad experience meeting him. He’s always so sweet and gracious with people, going out of his way to make their day. I know someone who worked for them at a show, and she said they were all incredibly nice, but Sam was next level. She couldn’t stop gushing about all the little ways he went out of his way to make her feel valued and like “one of the gang,” even though, by all rights, she was kind of being paid to be their gopher bitch grunt. 😝
I love that he is so incredibly sweet and gracious, AND I love that he is so strong and clear on boundaries. He’s a real one.
wow, i think this one wins and i’m going to let it speak for itself 🥹🫶
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You ask, I deliver
Lee kaveh headcanons (with some relevant but indulgent ler sumeru headcanons) to quench the thirst of you fucking dweebs on your loser app
-consistency is predictable, and consistency is boring. Consistency, more than anything, is EASY.
-kaveh is given no such thing.
-alhaitham doesn't switch spots very sporadically. He has reason, there's a method to his madness. He usually just goes for the universal "default" spot, that being sides. It's just the easiest to latch onto, and already basically at hand level. However, "I wonder what he'll do if I try THIS?" is not an uncommon thought for him to have. As a self-respecting scholar, it is his responsibility to test every spot and method that he can.
-alhaitham is very deadpan. Obviously entertained by this, but very deadpan. He will not often crack a smile, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. He teases by stating things in such a deadpan voice that one could only interpret them as casual observations, if they weren't so OBVIOUSLY meant to rile kaveh up (he also does this so goddamn much canonically, it's funny as fuck).
-it gets to kaveh way too much how clinical alhaitham is about the whole affair. He acts as if it's an academic case study. The absurdity of this dissonance is unbearable. Alhaitham is skilled at his craft. Alhaitham is uncannily skilled at getting to kaveh in any scenario- this one is not different.
-keeps a pretty consistent pressure unless he's trying something. In the medium of firm and light, a tiny bit on the lighter side. He is a scribe, after all. His hands are efficient and skilled by nature, and the almost slightly swoopy technique he uses to write is reflected in this
-kaveh is absolutely fucking done with this man
-this is dumb as fuck but I imagine alhaitham absolutely fucking kaveh's shit up and casually while kaveh is like hysterical giggling alhaitham just says "clearly you don't own an airfryer." in that serious smug tone
-anyways, kaveh doesn't get to get used to alhaitham's unbearable methods!
-because faruzan is the big sister of everyone in sumeru, and she is a mythic bitch about this particular thing that she does. To kaveh. (I'm starting to feel like the coherency of my writing is suffering greatly from my complete avoidance of even insinuating the t word, much less saying it. If you get confused too bad such a thing would never happen to me and therefore cope I suppose)
-faruzan is very much the type to just do sharp scribbles in one spot really fast before moving on the the next and doing the same over and over. She will act very indignant, and make comments about how rude he is for laughing at her. He needs to respect his elders.
-Layla is much shyer, and is like, unbearably light with it. Which ends up being kind of nice unbearable, especially because of those claw covers she has on her fingers. She's very sweet.
-her teasing is mostly unintentional. She'll giggle along with him and comment on how nice his laugh is shyly. She's just trying to be nice, bless her. She gets a bit flustered by it, but she understands needing emotional catharsis as much as anyone, and is willing to overcome that because it clearly gives kaveh a huge serotonin burst and lowkey her as well.
-Tighnari likes to pretend he's exasperated sometimes when he does it, but it's always a sort of joke they're both in on. He's very fond, and it's easy to see in his face. His claws are weapons of mass destruction and a good incentive for teyvat to implement a Geneva convention (so that the fatui can immediately violate every rule on there like it's a bucket list)
-Cyno is the opposite. He's goofy through and through. Not the hyuck guy. He has never been the hyuck guy. Do not sue me Disney. Steamboat Willie says acab.
-anyways Cyno gets a bit quirked up with the sauce. He'll tell his shitty jokes and then be like "see? I knew you found them funny!"
-Cyno and Tighnari are double trouble, but also double argument. They will banter with each other the whole time they're. Interacting. With kaveh. That sounded like an innuendo. I promise it is not. Genshin impact has not yet implemented gay sex. Hopefully they get around to that in natlan. It really breaks my immersion.
-wanderer is just mean about it, end of story. He's literally the worst. Ruthless, ruthless motherfucker
-nahida is very soft and gentle, and has lots of words of affirmation and compliments. Her sincerity is palpable and she's very sweet
-collei mostly just watches from the sidelines when Cyno and Tighnari fuck shit up. She's wary of touch, but when she's in control she's okay with it. If she ever cautiously decides to participate, kaveh will try not to squirm. Even Cyno and Tighnari will ease up a ton so that he doesn't squirm too much. The entirety of sumeru is constantly in kahoots to help collei grow and be more comfortable with shit, so kaveh (and byproxy Cyno and Tighnari) have half a mind to immediately become a million times more conscious and careful of their actions and reactions because collei is being brave enough to participate in a physical bonding activity and they want to make sure they reinforce that positively
-Dehya can and will laugh at him. She's also got claws, so I guess genshin's character design team just fucking hates kaveh or something
-dunyarzad might sit on the sidelines and giggle and commentate, casually conversing with Dehya about what's happening. The conversations are definitely meant to tease, so really they're just being tools and having fun with him by acting all casual
-Candace is more of a "hold his arms up" kind of person than actually commenting much or getting in on the action, but she's also very careful. Also there with a quick slip of a hand behind his head right before it smacks into something, or quickly righting him when she sees he's about to fall off of a chair- which she will always, and I mean always see before anyone else. She's just here to make sure nobody dies. Also to be the occasional "...I think maybe you should take a pause. You're going to kill him at this rate." If whoever is getting him isn't easing up- it's usually not really needed, but better safe than sorry
-Nilou won't do it for long (until she is oh so kindly informed that kaveh is a huge softie for it) out of politeness of peoples boundaries. She'll laugh along because she thinks it's sweet. In the nahida and Layla category of just being a sweetheart about it, but she can have a mischievous streak. Never doubt that. She's content to sit by dunyarzad and participate in the banter with dehya and her. They have fun
-Dori is a shit about it, as she is with everything
-"well, can't have my favorite client sad!"
-she's a little bitch but she's fond enough of kaveh. He has a way of tripping and falling directly into people's hearts just by being himself
-it wouldn't be super consistent or anything, but she thinks it's funny enough to occasionally do it. Definitely would sneak pokes just to snicker at the various noises kaveh would make.
-kaveh has the most trouble with genuinely sweet comments and compliments, mostly because he just like genuinely loves them. So much. He can't really hide it because the moment someone says something sweet or affectionate or even mildly complimentary he will just melt. Absolutely nerfed. Like a Zelda boss weak spot.
-alhaitham notices this and considers doing it to fuck with kaveh.
-the result is not what he expects. By that, one means that alhaitham feels feelings about it. Kaveh is just very cute and flustered and soft about it, and alhaitham is used to an argumentative kaveh.
-alhaitham's teasing is usually meant to inflame kaveh, so he's used to expecting kaveh to go red in the face and snap out some variation of "shut up"
-he is not, however, prepared for kaveh's cheeks to instead flush an extremely pleasant rosy pink
-and, instead of the usual flustered, argumentative snapping back, like he does in arguments, for him to just go pliant. His laughs get a little bit breathier and giddy
-alhaitham was not prepared for this
-one has to worry if he may become a man addicted
-kaveh has IMMENSE trouble accepting compliments. A great many of his friends have taken to 'persuading' him of his merits through 'other means'.
-anyways kaveh is insecure about everything because he's kaveh
-his gigantic fucking found family in sumeru are not having it and frankly find it preposterous
-back (between his shoulder blades), wrists, sides, hips. Ribs, but the higher and lower ones are worse, the ones in the middle aren't as bad. Behind his ears isn't too bad, but will incapacitate him HARD. Even more so is the spot where his neck meets the very bottom of his hairline
-really, really likes it
-confused on why alhaitham would participate in such a childish activity so contrary to his normal personality. Decides it's because alhaitham can (and does) use it to win arguments or get kaveh to agree with him, let him have it his way, or do something he refuses to.
-that's a much smaller part of the appeal to alhaitham than kaveh might think.
-his smile is kind of crooked and lopsided and dorky and the corner of his lip quirks up
-very wobbly smile, nose scrunches and eyes do too.
-ears get pink
-subconsciously hugs himself to stop himself from fighting back
-doesn't realize literally everyone who does it to him notices
-very much doesn't realize the correct deductions they draw from that.
Anyways eat up you fucking horses
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I’m gonna ascend to godhood I’m in SUCH a bad mood and these sent me to SPACE
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Thoughts on e2-e4 of The Terror
My friend and I finally got around to continuing my watch of The Terror. Some thoughts:
We clicked on the youtube link to e2 and it took us a whole ~5 minutes to realize that it was actually e3. We thought there might be some kind of flashback explanation to why this dead guy and his daughter were suddenly on the ship, but there kept not being one, and then we eventually realized the mistake.
I was sad to see a cat show up because the cat will probably die like everyone else. :( On the other hand, it did mean I actually believed Gibson's excuse to Irving for almost as long as Irving did. But as soon as he mentioned Hickey, I knew that it definitely wasn't pussy that he was interested in down there. ;)
Relatedly, I swear I've heard the phrase "Cornelius Hickey is a devious seducer" before, but I had NO idea it was canon. Amazing.
My friend, upon Irving suggesting that Hickey try watercoloring instead of gay sex: "Is he just ace and he thinks that's what it's like for everyone???"
Also, I'd heard people use rat motifs for Hickey before, and I'd just assumed it was for general vibes reasons, like him being villainous and sneaky maybe. But no, Hickey got a speech given to him about how the difference between men and rats is that rats fuck in the hold all the time and men "aren't supposed to". Wow.
My first reaction upon Gibson being such an asshole during his breakup with Hickey was to feel bad for Hickey and his inevitable turn to villainy. But then Hickey was such a bitch back to him! "I had dinner with the captain, he likes me, who knows what could happen there ;)" and all. Plus he just kept reminding Gibson that he was the one who topped (honestly unexpected).
Anyway I appreciated the bitchiness and how Hickey just takes that "devious seducer" descriptor and tries to roll with it by making eyes at every other guy in the show INCLUDING the megabear. My dude really felt that he needed to include that eye contact description in his report to Francis lmao.
Relatedly I really hope someone has written megabear/Hickey fanfiction. I don't even need to read it, just to know if it exists.
At some point my friend asked what it meant to be "punished like a boy" and I luckily knew the answer due to some OFMD fanfiction that I'd read. Though TBF I could have guessed anyway since "Hickey gets whipped on the ass" might have been literally the first thing I knew about The Terror going into it.
Surprised that Sir John got killed via megabear; I thought that for sure he'd be mutinied on.
It's kinda sweet that Francis went on the entire expedition because of Sophia's request to keep her uncle safe. But my friend and I agree that Sophia/Francis isn't actually a good ship because a. he seems to be way older than her, and b. it seems like she was legitimately turning him down, rather than just doing so due to pressure from her family (as it had looked like earlier).
Very curious to see what the show would look like from the perspective of the Lady of Silence. "Oops, I have a pet monster that shows affection by murdering things for me!" I'd watch the hell out of that!
Some lingering confusion:
How did Goodsir escape the megabear attack that killed Sir John? It seemed like he was with the group in the blind when the megabear struck, and then Sir John was the only one we saw running back. But then Goodsir is just back on the ship as usual in another scene?
Is it assumed that Francis just off-screen sent that group of 8 people south? It seems like Sir John dying mean that he wasn't going to lead it himself, but he seemed adamant about it even if he was willing to wait the one day for Fitzjames? There's a 5-month timeskip after that and they don't bring it up again.
What was Hickey looking for on the ship during the funeral? I'm guessing it was the thing we saw he had stashed in his hammock later? Drugs?
Why did Francis go out looking for the megabear with just a cabin boy? Earlier he was having groups of 6 people go. Seems surprisingly irresponsible for the guy who is usually the voice of reason.
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