#he is the guy you got annoyed with because how can someone be smart stupid and pretty at the same time??

[haamuart]

Boys!! OC doodles from 2021.

Teppo (the dark-haired guy) is a witch while Petteri (or Pertsa) is from a family of witches. They are boyfriends ❤️

[yanderefarm]

I need me a silivan request, like vampire reader is at one of those vampires parties, silvan was sitting on reader’s lap all dolled and pretty, and then one of a high statue vampire would be memrized by silivan and would ask reader to buy silivan fron him, and at that time reader was getting confused by his feeling, he got attached to his pet, and acted jealous on the other vampire.

cw;; dehumanization, fluff,

this is such a cute idea. thats your pet!!!

this was your first party with silvan as your pet after centuries of seemingly looking down on the practice of pet humans. you still weren't sure about keeping him, he seemed fragile and delicate and stupid. even now at a party where he should be passed around and adored by every hungry horny vampire in the place he was clinging to you. his little hand gripped the back of your shirt tightly like a child afraid of getting lost. was it cute? maybe.

you decided to be generous to the frightened human and grant him permission to sit with you while you talked about work. he sat in the chair next to you and you pulled him back up immediately.

"humans don't sit there."

"im sorry... where do i sit, sir?"

that's how he ended up in your lap. it attracted many eyes to you but they still kept to themselves. they were smart.

the bold idiot who approached you wasn't.

you were minding your own business when this fool came up to you. you recognized him as someone who had recently came into ownership of a large human farm, he was still only a baron though. he smiled at you and then even wider at the pretty thing on your lap.

"did you get a pet, my lord?"

you let out a heavy sigh. "i haven't decided yet."

"how much would you sell it for?" the other vampire reached out and grabbed one of silvan's curls. silvan tried his best not to move but he pulled back into your chest slightly.

".... i don't know."

"it looks pretty high quality! where did you get it?"

this guy's voice was uniquely grating on your nerves. how he kept referring to silvan as an it, how he looked at him like an object. there was this feeling in your stomach that he wasn't just seeing silvan as an object but as an object that would increase his own value. he didn't even like silvan properly! he only cared because silvan was with you.

"i had him bred specifically to be beautiful. if he were for sale I'm sure he would be worth more than anything you own."

you could tell you hurt his pride with that. "that's... I'll have you know I've come into a lot of wealth recently, my lord!"

"oh?" you feigned ignorance. "oh i did hear about you acquiring some land."

"the 5th largest farm in your territory and 3rd in quality." he puffed out his chest in pride. like you don't own number one on both of those lists. god this guy is annoying.

"then you can have him if i can have that." you smiled smugly watching his face immediately falter.

"h-huh? but that's..."

"you don't want my specially bred pet?"

"he-he's certainly beautiful!! if-if you get into the breeding market you should let me know first thing!!!" he scurried off.

you hugged silvan's small frame tight against your body without thinking, wrapping yourself around him like a protective blanket. the silver haired boy was blushing in your arms his entire face red while you were pouting.

"sir... are.. am i.. yours..?" silvan asked tepidly his voice just loud enough for you to hear.

you felt his warmth from his embarrassment seeping into your body and you held him even tighter. your cold heart yearned to beat.

"yes. you're mine. no one else can have you."

[amaderika]

. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader

001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...

the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.

“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.

you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.

although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.

as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.

he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—

“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.

that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.

he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”

“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”

you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”

oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”

people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.

you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”

“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.

your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.

6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.

“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.

“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.

“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .

he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.

the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.

it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.

the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.

he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.

he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.

“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”

he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?

he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.

it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.

you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.

you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”

the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.

yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.

“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.

you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.

yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.

“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.

yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!

as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.

that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”

you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean long. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .

the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.

“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.

he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.

yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”

he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.

“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.

as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.

“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.

you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.

“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.

he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.

he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.

he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.

it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.

yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.

“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.

he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.

“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.

“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.

“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.

yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”

yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?

[adventuringblind]

hi!! could you possibly to a max x reader where the reader is mostly blind ( like the one with charles) because of a major traumatic incident when she was a kid and it starts off with max hating her and vice versa but then they fall in love, if she’s best friends with lando, alex and yuki that would be great too! (maybe max got jealous over something and that’s why he hates her?)

thank you!!💕

Passenger Side

Max Verstappen x reader

Genre: The beginning is a little sad and angsty, but the rest is fluff

Request: yes! I had fun writing this one because the reader is kind of sassy. I'm open for Charles, Max, Daniel, Lando, Oscar, and George.

Summary: Max hated her. Couldn't stand seeing her hanging off the guys in the paddock. Until he finds out the truth and it changes his entire perspective

Warnings: car accident, injury descriptions, Max is oblivious, Jos and his behaviors are mentioned

Notes: Third-person perspective. Please remember that blindness is a spectrum and can happen for many reasons. I am blind myself. If anyone has any questions and would like to know more, my inbox is open :)

Masterlist

If he was truly honest with himself, he couldn't come up with a legitimate reason for hating her.

She's kind, smart, gorgeous, and her smile lights up the room. Yet every time he was around her, he couldn't muster up any sort of courage to talk to her.

She was always hanging around Lando, Charles, Alex, and George. The four had almost dragged him to hang out with her, but he couldn't do it.

She was always hanging off their arms. It seemed to be flirtatious to him. Maybe that's what annoyed him.

She's clumsy, touchy, and never goes anywhere on her own. Was he jealous? Probably. But he wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

She seemed to run into things far too often for it to be a coincidence. Maybe it was her way it flirting. If that's the, he was better of staying away. He'd never been one to find that attractive.

She wears sunglasses almost every time he sees her. Unless they’re inside in a darker space.

He didn't understand her, and yet he constantly felt intrigued to know more.

It was an off day in the summer. Max and Lando were doing some sim racing together when the topic of the girl came up.

"I see you make eyes at her all the time. Would it kill you to say hi?"

Max nearly winced. Grateful this wasn't a stream or his strange infatuation and simultaneous dislike if this girl would be found out. "She's just so strange." Was all he could come up with on the spot.

The Brit laughed at him. "Strange? How so? Explain to me how she is stranger then you."

"She runs into everything constantly."

Lando only laughed harder.

"She's always clinging onto someone's arm."

His laughing was irritating him now.

"and she always wears those stupid sunglasses- Why are you laughing so hard?!" Max shouted into his headset.

Lando could hardly breathe. He was laughing so hard. His mouth is not able to form coherent words.

"Mate!- she's blind!" He finally managed, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"She's what?"

"She can't see. Well, she can a little bit, but barely anything really."

Max's entire facade fell apart right before him. Like a tarp being pulled out from underneath his mental walls.

Every reason he found not to like her is because she's blind.

Lando took pity on Max. Obviously, he's clueless. Now is his chance to be the best wingman Max never asked for.

~

The next GP was too hectic for Max. Mostly because he was finding every reason to avoid Lando. The boy finding it neccecary to make him meet her.

Max felt like a ninja. Marketing though he'd been replaced. Christian was confused at why Max kept hiding behind the cars. His PR manager was convinced he'd contracted a virus. Everyone was confused.

Lando, on the other hand, was not. He knew exactly what was going on.

"I don't understand why we're by the redbull garage." She asked him. The female holding his bicep loosely to let him effectively guide her.

"We're waiting for Max. I have something for him." Little she know it was her.

"And you felt the need to drag me all the way over here for this? Yuki was showing off somthing he cooked." She exaggerated a frown.

"Relax, you'll get to eat his food again."

"I may not be able to see very well, but I can hear your eye roll." Then the two started giggling.

Max had popped around the corner to see the two distracted. He decided to risk getting into his driver room. Darting speedily around the objects.

"Max!" Lando's voice made Max freeze. Grimacing at the thought of having to deal with whatever Lando was planning.

He made his way over to the pair. "What brings you over?" He tried to ask cheerily, but it came out more broken than anything.

He felt nervous. But why?

"I'm delivering a note from Daniel." Lando's cheeky smile did not go unnoticed by the Dutch. His hands dramatically search his pockets. "Damn, I think it fell out while I was changing."

Lando taps the arm of the girl holding onto him. "Are you okay waiting with Max while I go and get it?"

She nodded her head and smiled understandingly at her friend. Lando stands directly in front of Max, removes her hand from his arm, and places it on Max's.

"I'll be right back!" He yells while jogging back the direction of the McLaren paddock.

"Sorry about this. I understand if you're busy. You can point me in the direction of the nearest fence, and I'm sure I'll manage just fine." She smiled again reassuringly. She sensed his unease the moment her hand made sontact with him and his muscles tensed.

"No, it's alright, I was just going to hide somewhere." He confessed.

"Understandable. People tend to be nosy." They were walking now. Max is trying to get her out of the middle of the walkway. Trying and sort of failing.

He could hear her feet tapping the ground at each step. Humming every occasionally to herself.

"I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Max."

"You can ask if you want."

Max was taken off guard by the question. So much so that he almost ran himself into the approaching wall. "Ask you about what."

She laughed and put a hand on the cold metal of the garage. Now facing Max without him having help her. His confusion about her growing g steadily. "About my eyes."

She was still wearing her sunglasses. Despite the overcast weather. He wanted to see her eyes. He read people through their eyes. It's how he could tell what kind of mood his dad was in.

Then it hit him. That's why he'd hated her. He couldn't read her because he couldn't see her eyes. In a way, he was blind to how she was feeling and reacting to things.

"Can I see your eyes?" It was almost a whisper. His tapping his things in anxiousness.

"It's kind gross, but sure." She slowly removed the glassed and lifted her head upwards. His gaze memorizing eyes aspect he could.

One of her eyes was glassed over by a mix of yellow and red. The pupil is a shade of cream white. The other was clear aside from the pupil looking mildly foggy.

She didn't tell him the story that day. Mainly because Lando had come running back, a piece of paper clutched in his hands. "I'm back!" They heard him yell in the distance.

"Let me take you on a date." The words fell out faster than his brain could prosccess what he was saying.

"Sure."

~

Max still laughed at himself for falling for Lando's master plan. Though he kept the blank piece of paper in his pocket as a reminder of what his friend did to get him here.

The two had been on a handfull of now. It was fun exploring different areas with her on his arm.

The boys who had been guiding her for years now made sure he was properly trained. Three of them were getting protective of their visually compromised friend, unlike Lando, who was squealing about how cute they looked every chance he got.

Now it was winter break. Max had invited her to stay with him in Monaco. An invitation she graciously accepted.

She'd yet to tell him about her story. The traumatic and sudden loss of her vision.

Max had only asked once. When she told him it was hard to talk about, he respected that she would tell him in her own time.

That time was coming sooner than she planned.

Max wasn't able to get her from the airport. But Alex had been on his way to spend time with Lando, so he'd offered to be her traveling partner.

It had gone well. The plane ride was smooth. The night traffic made the car ride easy.

When the light turned green at the intersection, the last thing either was expecting was to be t-boned by a drunk driver.

~

Max thought she wasn't coming. He'd tried texting her but received no response. Even Alex wasn't picking up the phone.

She'd texted him that she was safe on the ground and would be there soon. That was three hours ago.

He was starting to worry. Panic even.

So he did the next logical move and called Lando. Praying that his friend had heard something.

It didn't take long for him to answer the phone. "I was just about to call you." Max hadn't heard Lando's voice quite so frantic in a while.

"What going on?"

"There was an accident. They're both at the hospital."

~

Max was driving as fast a caution would let him. He agreed he'd meet Lando there. Both of them hoping to see their friends safe and breathing.

Lando was waiting for him out front. He didn't want to face either of them alone. Unsure the correct way to act in this situation.

The next thing they knew, a nurse was leading them back to where their friends were.

Alex was upright and attentive. Stitches lined a few places on his face. doctors are doing a few tests to make sure there's no internal damage.

Y/N was unconscious, but the moniter tracking her heart was beeping steadily.

Max was at her side instantly. Assessing the damage he could see. The nurse followed him in. Getting a few vitals from the sleeping figure.

"She has a concussion and a few broken ribs, but she'll be fine." The nurse smiled reassuringly at him.

"Why's she unconscious then?" He'd finally gotten to understand her. He didn't want to lose that yet.

"Every time she woke up, she started panicking and hyperventilating. The doctors felt it best to put her under and let her rest." Then the nurse left him alone woth her.

Later, Max, Lando, and Alex were discussing it. Alex had been discharged and could leave whenever he wanted, but the three felt the need to stay until she woke up.

"The truck hit the passenger side of our car. That's probably why she was panicking." Alex pointed at making Lando nod in agreement.

Max's confusion was visible on his face. "Wait, has she not told you?" Asked Lando."

"Told me what?"

"How she lost her vision."

~

The two boys had refused to tell Max the story. Claiming it wasn't their place. Max respected that, but he was growing more and more curious.

Lando and Alex had left him an hour ago. Alex was exhausted and in need of a new shirt. The one he was wearing now stained with the excess blood from his head wounds.

When she woke up, the heart moniter started to beep faster. Alerting Max that something was wrong.

He gently grabbed her hand and placed it on his arm. Leaning over the bed so he could talk quietly.

It was odd how her hand on his arm had become a comfort for him. He wasn't sure if it was for hers, but he was panicking and needed to do something before she could hyperventilate again.

"It's okay, you're safe now." He soothes. His free hand now stroking the top of her head.

Her breathing calmed down at hearing his voice. "Is Alex okay?" She rasped. Her throat dry from her previous panicked shouts.

"Yeah, he went with Lando. He texted, saying he was safe at his apartment."

It was quiet for a moment before he heard her sigh. "I need to tell you what happened."

Max just shook his head to show he was listening. Grimacing at the horrific details she recounted to him.

There had been a massive crash. Six cars were involved. Her family had been innocent. Yet they suffered the most.

Their family car had landed on its side. Two cars landing on top of it. One crushed the front with the impact, killing both her parents. The other landed over the top of her. Oil leaked out from the bottom of the car, finding its way through broken glass of her mirror. The strong, smelling liquid getting in her eyes.

She screamed, trying to wipe it away as it burned her. Only to push it farther in and make it worse. She had been on the passenger side that day. Waiting thirty minutes for them to get her out safely.

She woke up alone in the hospital. Her parents and vision both gone.

Lando and her hand been friends. So she went to stay with their family. His parents let her into their home like she was their own.

When the car crashed into the passenger side, she was transported back into that moment.

Now she's here, with Max, his voice pulling her into a sense of security.

~

It didn't take long for her to be discharged after that. Max sent a quick message they the two were back at his apartment.

Max Verstappen embraced the girl he once hated. His lack of understanding eating away at his pride. But he understood now.

"I'm sorry about everything you've had to go through. I can't change the past, but I can be here for you in the future." He leaned his forehead against hers. The innocent affection communicating everything.

He knew how she was feeling through other signals. When blotchy tears rolled down her cheeks, he could feel every emotion rolling through her body. Finally able to get closure on what had happened so long ago.

"I love you, even if you can hardly see me, I love you."

[sailorkamino]

random (soft) bad batch headcannons

a/n: a lot of these are based on the batch being neurodivergent!

• from oldest to youngest is 99, hunter, wrecker, crosshair, tech

• tech was bullied the most as a cadet since he was the smallest (and mouthiest)

• plus w/o his goggles he can't see well enough to fight back

• his brothers wouldn't let him go anywhere alone

• tech and crosshair have the same dry, sarcastic sense of humor and find each other the funniest batcher

• hunter and wrecker disagree

• if they're in a situation where they have separate rooms hunter always shares w/ crosshair (aka the quietest)

• wrecker and tech share since they don't mind each other's mess

• crosshair or wrecker is always the 1st to notice when hunter is overstimulated

• wrecker is the most emotionally intelligent

• the batch have a rule to never call wrecker dumb or stupid because he's actually really insecure about his intelligence (which is ridiculous, do u know how smart a demolitions expert is?? he's a himbo but he's not an idiot)

• tech prefers info dumping to crosshair cuz he's the best listener

• crosshair loves all his brothers the same but he has a soft spot for tech

• crosshair gets really mad at wrecker for interrupting/ignoring tech cuz it makes tech feel annoying

• then wrecker explains he doesn't cut him off cuz he finds tech annoying, he just has a short attention span

• wrecker likes to see the best in people and can be quite trusting, something that stresses out his protective brothers

• wrecker will physically carry tech away from his work bench if he's not sleeping

• crosshair is the only one who can lie to hunter and get away w/ it bc his heart rate doesn't change

• most of the boys can ignore shit talk but wrecker is somewhat sensitive, making his brothers very protective

• maker help you if you hurt wrecker's feelings

• crosshair and tech would always get hunter to comfort him so they could plot revenge

• losing eyesight is crosshairs worst fear, watching it happen to wrecker broke his heart (he definitely cried on his big brother's chest when they were alone)

• even if they try to hide it hunter can always hear when someone's crying

• hunter tries to stay strong for his batch 24/7 but if he needs comfort, he goes to wrecker

• big guy gives the BEST hugs

• since they were raised very isolated from regs they missed out on a lot of clone culture, they don't speak mando'a

• wrecker loves cuddles!

• hunter and tech have sensory issues so they don't always want to be touched but they usually don't mind it

• as long as it doesn't get in the way of tech's work he'll chill in pretty much any position so wrecker will just use him as a teddy bear

• tech: *reading in bed*

wrecker: *climbs into tech's bunk wordlessly, puts his head against his stomach and wraps around him*

tech: *doesn't stop reading as he pats wrecker's shoulder*

• crosshair is always cold so he doesn't actually mind cuddling but he pretends to hate it

• wrecker hates sparring with crosshair cuz he bites

• crosshair has an oral fixation and used to chew on his shirts w/o realizing it

• would get very embarassed/defensive if anyone brought it up

• tech made lula from scrap fabrics courtesy of 99 when wrecker kept having nightmares

• anytime hunter hears crosshair audibly laughing his stomach drops cuz that usually means someone got hurt (he's a physical comedy guy, what can i say?)

• the hardest crosshair has ever laughed is when wrecker, wearing rocket boots made by tech, flew into a wall

• cross and wrecker are the most playful but in different ways

[lemons4u]

𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓 ! - 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒┊i’ve left you guys w nothing for so long 💔 so take this small series (multiple chapters) as a apology, hopefully you guys will forgive meeee— AND i’d like to add the kazuha smut isn’t gonna come out till the end of november or thee begging of december, anddd expect a albedo smau ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒┊fluff, suggestive (ofc, it’s written by pri, what else do u expect?), fem! reader, modern au, somewhat ooc alhaitham not rly though, AND CUTIE PATOOTIE READER… w a little attitude

“ come on alhaitham! it can’t hurt to try dating someone… ” kaveh tried to reason with him— claiming that he’d been single long enough and needed a relationship. ( also he is very attractive, and has chicks swarming all around him… you’d think he’d make the effort to start something with one of them… but! guess not! )

“ kaveh, i said no. i’m in no need of a reltionship— plus all these.. girls. ” he hesitated— thinking of a proper way to describe them.

“ their annoying, and clearly don’t care much for their studies.. i need a partner who actually has a brain. ” alhaitham said sourly.

“ ugh… ” kaveh pouted, “ brains aren’t everything, you know? if i were you i would’ve got a girlfriend already!! ”

“ i hope one day these girls realize you’ve got no personality and are rude and— and well, you know!”

“then they’ll realize what a true man is… ” he grinned. “ aka, me. ”

“ brains aren’t everything? i disagree… a persons brain is—”

“ shush! i don’t need one of your lectures about how blah blah means blah blah. ” kaveh scoffed, frowning once more.

“ one day you’re going to end up dating a no brainer, just because their pretty. ” alhaitham murmured, closing his book and leaning his head back on his seat.

“ and you’re gonna end up dating no one. ” kaveh snapped back.

“ fine by me. ” alhaitham said stoically, but to be honest… he did want to love someone eventually, but he wouldn’t admit that to kaveh.

“ you know what? if you can’t find anyone you like here at our uni… why not get a dating app! there’s plenty of smart people on those! ” kaveh exclaimed excitedly, desperate to get his “lonely” roommate a partner.

“ and get catfished? no thank you. ” alhaitham declined quickly… but seriously, a dating app might be a good idea— maybe he could meet someone at his intellectual level.. not some dumbass like all the girls here.

“ not everyone on dating apps are catfishers, come on! please try one! and i’ll pay you a visit to the library…!! ” kaveh pleaded. “ you don’t even have to date… you can just make a friend! ”

friend….? well he certainly needed more of those— as well as new books.

“ a visit to the bookstore, not library, and you have a deal. ” alhaitham tilted his head up at kaveh.

“ ugh… fine. just don’t buy too many books! or else i’ll never be able to afford supplies for my project. ”

alhaitham hummed. “ alright, i’ll limit myself to… eh, three books. ”

from the most expensive section too…

“ three?! come on make it at least two… ” kaveh pouted. “ you always get the most expensive books, so two! ”

alhaitham sighed, “ fine, two books, and i’ll try that stupid dating app. ”

“ bet! ” kaveh gleamed, picking up alhaitham’s phone which made alhaitham jolt up a bit.

“ hey what are you— ” kaveh shushed him.

“ getting you the app, obviously!! ” kaveh chuckled, flashing the phone over to alhaitham’s face for face-id.

poor alhaitham couldn’t even snatch it back.

kaveh was typing away on alhaithams phone ( without alhaitham’s consent too! how rude! )

“ here! now you can set up your profile. ” kaveh handed alhaitham back the phone.

“ okay, okay. ” alhaitham muttered, sounding unhappy… but in reality he was a little bit excited.

“ kaveh. why do you even want me to date someone….? ”

“ because haitham, your 23 and haven’t even gotten a peck on the lips— and your like, i dunno, attractive? i have no idea i just wanna help you live a little… ”

alhaitham blinked at his friend a couple of times… live a little? he was already living his life the best he could.

well actually, that was debatable.

“ yeah, okay. ” alhaitham clicked on the profile… he needed a profile picture and bio..

“ use the photo from the festival! you know, the one with the glasses and you actually smiling! ” kaveh suggested.

“ that one…? okay. ” alhaitham scrolled through his gallery, which was mostly just photos of kaveh making faces, books, and some things he found appealing (aesthetic sunsets, and photos of trees and plants).

“ what about for my bio? ” alhaitham asked kaveh, who seemed to already be conducting something “good”.

“ say your name, age, mbti, zodiac, and major! and whatever else you think is important for your soulmate to know. ” kaveh nodded proudly.

“ soulmate? you make me laugh. there’s no such things as soulmates. ” alhaitham scoffed. “ people fall in love and that’s it, there’s no mystical soulmate thing behind it— think realistically kaveh. ”

“ i am thinking realistically! ” kaveh snapped back, brows furrowing. “ your so ungrateful. ”

“ and my zodiac? the fuck does that have to do with anything? ” alhaitham raised a eyebrow, but typed it down anyways.

“ i thought you believed in astrology! ”

kaveh sighed, trying to calm himself down— screaming wasn’t going to help him. he couldn’t get a another sore throat from alhaitham.

“ whatever, just put anything down at this point…”

“ i should write down ‘ lover has to be smart ’… ” alhaitham said with the faintest smile.

kaveh gave him a look.

“ it’s a joke dumb ass. ” or was it?

( 2 days later ) it was about 1:24 a.m— and for some reason alhaitham was awake watching tiktok.

i mean he couldn’t sleep because of kaveh’s loud snoring.. and he has finished his books— and didn’t exactly want to binge on his new ones all in one night.

and that’s when he got it— a silly little notification.

‘ you matched with… [ name ], [ last name ] ! congratulations!! ’

“ the fuck… ” alhaitham squinted, clicking on the notification to be brought to your profile.

he examined it for a moment, you took the same major as him and were fairly… pretty.

he stared at it for a moment longer before receiving another notification.

‘ [ name ], [ last name ] would like to chat with you! ’

of course, he quickly clicked the approve button.

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[d3k4z-bl00d]

"ive always hated you."

Pairing

König x gn reader (male leaning)

Warnings

violence, no detailed gore, König hates reader, reader hates König, König is an asshole, suggestive at the end (?), I lost motivation half way, this is based of a bot, is this an outlet for my own rage against him? yes.

Summary

You two hate each other, now your in a locker. Together.

The moment you stepped foot into Kortac, is the moment you hated despised könig. He was so cocky for no reason. Always finding out something wrong in your stance, seeing to the millimeter how much you missed the target, how your plan you spent days on would fail miserably, etc. It's not like you could teach him a lesson, he's your colonel afterall.

It didn't help how you captain didn't take your countless fights seriously. Thinking it's some common bittering. If bittering was wanting to stab him, he would be correct.

Horangi found it funny how you two hated each other so much for basically no reason. Always side eyeing each other, an accidental nudge turning into a fight scene until someone (multiple people) pulled you off each other, choosing ech other to spar just to show how much they could hurt them, etc.

Kreuger found it funny at first, then it just became annoying how you guys would yell at each other on missions, almost costing their lives. Him and hutch had gone to the captain countless times. Just being met with a chuckle and "they'll fight it out one day"

Nikto found it annoying at day one. He agreed with both of you and found both of you annoying. He didn't care at all for anyone. He half listened when kreuger ranted about you two.

That's until captain himself had enough and sent both of you on a small misson together in hopes you two can work together for once. When you both found out, you two's defenses on why not to go fell on deaf ears. For once you two agree on something atleast.

You two didn't uther a word to each other the whole ride. Just staring with loath. When you arrived at the location. You both hopped out. The misson was simple, enter building, kill some guards, take Intel and leave.

Easy right? Yeah..

You were first. You plunged you knife into the guards throat. The corpse dropped to the ground as you snatched the keys. You motioned könig to come. You whispered something under your breath. "Hm?" The Austrian giant hummed. "Nothing." You said back stoic, not wanting to cause a fight now. You two proceeded. Until someone got away (definitely königs fault). They alerted the rest as a alarm rang through the building. You make a run for it, intending to leave König behind. But just like everytime, he ruins that. He caught up to you and pushed you into a locker with quick thinking. He also cramped himself in there. "Smart ass plan, big gu-" you got cut off by a hand covering your face (literally). Your two hands held his on your face as you looked up unamused. He brought to pointer finger to his mouth, a sign for you to shut up. As if you can talk. The sounds on tens of footsteps sound. When the sound was right infront of your locker, it stopped and decreased again. König took his hands off your face. "Fuck you." You said as he did. "Shut up, just because their gone doesn't mean you should be your loud ass self." He said quietly with his stupid Austrian accent. You were about to say something, yet you realized you promised yourself you wouldn't argue with him on this misson. You just nodded resentfully. Staying quiet.

After what felt like 5 minutes of being pressed to each other in awkward silence. You talked again, "when are we getting out?" "When I want too." The annoying voice you heard to much today echoed in the locker. You grunted and tried to move. Before könig grabbed your hips to stop you. "Stop moving.." He grunted. You were confused and tried to get out his grip, causing him to grip you tighter and press you more against the locker wall, if it was even possible. You pressed himself against the other wall. Still holding you, you too were still touching. "If you were just.. smaller.. this would have been way easier." You sighed, giving up on typing to escape. "You think I don't know that?" His hateful voice gave his answer. You sighed. This was going to be a long misson..

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taglist: @ridicheajohn

[mins-fins]

a motherfuckin' trainwreck — yeon sieun

yeon sieun x gender neutral!reader

requested : !

warnings : might be a little ooc (?)

sieun is literally the awkwardest of awkward people

he doesn't even know how he actually got into a relationship is he’s being honest

he's weird about affection too

not like in a "oh i'll kill you if you touch me" kinda way but in a "oh my god your hugging me what do i do?" kinda way

whenever you give him hugs he kinda just stands there, confused

but he loves holding hands

and linking arms probably

your basically the only one who can distract him from studying too much and he pretends to hate it but can't hide how grateful he is

sieun struggles to voice his feelings and he's grateful with how patient you are with him

he probably sometimes still uses platonic words to address you and you just go "wow, friendzoning me after all we've been through?" he would roll his eyes, but he still loves you

your probably on his mind all day

while he's in class he's probably wondering "oh how's [name] doing?", "is [name] alright?", "is [name] happy?"

will literally always sleep on you if he's tired

laying on your shoulder or lap

he's SOOO clingy but then he'll deny it???

"sieun you know your super clingy right?" "stop lying, [name]".

your love language is physical touch and sieun's is probably words of affirmation

oh he LOOVES complimenting you

he just finds everything about you admiring and can't resist the urge to compliment you whenever he gets

"you have nice eyes, [name]", "you know your super pretty right?", "i can't believe how i'm dating such an amazing person".

sometimes he does it without even realizing

and you go so red which he laughs at

despite that sieun isn't the greatest at taking compliments himself

whenever you compliment him he freezes and goes red, not being able to respond

"sieun, your so smart, i can't even begin to rant about how great you are".

"uh huh" sieun.exe.has stopped working

sieun is so confident about the relationship despite how quiet he is??

like he'll hear someone talking bad about you in front of him and he'll say something like "that's my partner, watch your mouth".

he probably gets jealous so easily too

like he just loves your attention and when it's on someone else whose so random

he'll glare from afar

and then you'll ask him later like- "why were you glaring earlier?"

he would probably lie but then say, "fine i was jealous".

then you'd laugh and tease him about it as long as possible

sieun probably helps you study too

he gets so annoyed by you doing everything but listening to him so he literally has to force you to

"[name] can you pay attention?", "no, i'm too busy staring at your pretty face", "shut up".

your literally always at his house

his parents are barely home so you basically live there at this point

"sieun, your beds so comfy", "don't mess up my pillows, [name]".

you probably sleep on him too

like- you'll be laying on his shoulder as he finishes his math work for the night

and you'll have to force him to stop so he could get at least 5 hours of sleep

your probably one of the only people whose made sieun smile more than once in a day (sorry suho)

he hates your stupid jokes but smiles anyway because he loves you so much it's hard not to

he has a habit of running his finger up and down your arm, it's basically become a routine for him

HIS EYES OH MY GOD HIS EYES- he always stares at you with this majestic look

they're always on you if not on that damn paper all the time

he could simply go on and on about you and your interests and how amazing you are and how much he loves you

AND he's such an AMAZING LISTENER too like he remembers all of your interests, pet peeves, what you like, what you hate, your icks, everything

you guys probably listen to music together <333

your the only person who knows the music in his playlist

you read together too

whenever you guys read dramatic books you always give an over-the-top reaction whilst he just stares at you like your insane

"OH MY GOD SHE KILLED HIM!?", "yeah.. that's what it says, [name]".

he's probably just super calm and your super overdramatic

you guys are like the jumpy extrovert x calm introvert trope

you'll be jumping around and full of energy whilst he holds onto you so you don't get lost

he lets you clean his scars and treat his wounds since he likes when you do it

on rare occasions he likes to ramble about just random things and he's so cute when he does it too

like- he'll be going on about his interests and you just sit there staring at him lovingly

you guys are literally opposites attract

sieun being the "grumpy" and reserved introvert whilst your the jumpy and energetic extrovert

i love grumpy x sunshine tropes can you tell??

you always buy him food

making sure to feed him too

you always struggle with that though

"sieun you have to eat", "no i have to study [name]".

he still will eat for you though

sometimes he just likes to lean on his hand and admire you

just stare at you

probably thinking about how pretty you are in his head

he sometimes unconsciously smiles while thinking about you

he just loves you very very much

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I feel like Killer often had to act dumber than Nightmare around him. I just know that Nightmare is the kind of guy who wouldn't take kindly to not being the smartest person in the room at any given time. It mostly stems from his own childhood traumas (I'm sure that the fact that nothing he ever did was good enough to make him deserving of not getting abused stuck with him post corruption), but to me he's a walking inferiority complex.

And the thing is that Nightmare isn't stupid. He's a very studious person and he probably retains a lot of the stuff he reads about. But Killer is undoubtedly more observant and logical than he is. I feel like he probably picks up on stuff much quicker (even though he also probably forgets a lot of it just as quickly because of his memory issues).

And, well, I saw a couple of comics of them playing chess and Killer winning every time. And I do think that, realistically, if he played at full capacity every time, he would win against Nightmare. Chess is a game that rewards his kind of smarts so much more than Nightmare's.

But I also think he'd know not to win most of the time (unless his purpose is to piss off Nightmare that day). But, here's the kicker. I think it would be just as humiliating for Nightmare if Killer dominated the entire game only to make some very obviously porpuseful fumbles at the end. Of course, Nightmare could call him out on it, but then he'd need to admit that he would have lost had Killer not thrown the game. And he's not gonna fucking do that. Not when they both already know and Killer is staring unblinkingly at him, challenging him to say something, to admit defeat.

No, he's gonna take that fake victory and he's gonna massage his bruised ego with it. Denial is always a powerful shield.

Yeah absolutely. Killer knows how to stroke people’s egos and notice their insecurities, he will use both against someone for his own benefit. He knows he needs to walk a fine line with people like Nightmare and Chara—those that tend to have huge egos, that are also very fragile. Those whose first instincts are to lash out, and in Chara’s case, throw violent tantrums.

It’s like managing the moods of very explosive, highly dangerous bombs. It’s just that sometimes Killer can’t resist playing a little careless, in a calculated way. He is not above putting himself in huge danger and playing with his life just to gain momentarily pleasure in pissing them off, or to provoke them into hurting him just to alleviate his soul crushing apathy and boredom in controlled bursts.

Like micro-dosing on a drug that is pain, or simply because he knows (or thinks) it is inevitable that they will hurt him today, so he will provoke them earlier and take away their satisfaction in hurting him by taking away their control and bruising their egos.

Let Chara think he loves them. Let Nightmare think he’s stupid and blindly loyal. Those are the things he knows to maintain control over them. On the flip side, a way to keep Killer under control (particularly Stage 2), is to let him think he has more control than he actually does.

Imagine how powerless Nightmare could make him feel if he were to say, find a way to destroy any pleasure and satisfaction Killer gets out of pain. If he takes away the framing of torture, punishment, and pain as “fun” and “playing” in Killer’s mind.

I wouldn’t be suprised if Killer finds a sense of pride in his ability to not only endure but enjoy vast amounts of suffering—especially if he ever got some form of validation or approval for it. He views it as him still having power and control even as he is being “dominated”—because he can say that he enjoys it and therefore it means nothing and has no genuine impact on him beyond the satisfaction and pleasure.

People being unnerved and annoyed when you laugh in their face after they’ve broken your bones just means that Killer still has control over their emotions.

Yet another way he is views himself as sort of, above others. Not in the self loving ego stroking way, but still in a superior, ‘I’m above you, so don’t try me’ way. He’d likely look down on anyone who runs from or hates pain— or anyone who obviously lets it show. Viewing them as inferior and weak.

If Nightmare can take that away, then pain is just pain. Potentially sending Stage 2 deeper into his apathetic, nihilistic, fatalistic worldview—“just get it over with if you aren’t going to make it fun.”

Which is probably the reason why physical punishment wouldn’t work on Stage 2 at all—not until you can take away his sense of control in these situations—psychological stuff like isolation and sensory deprivation certainly would.

I feel like another way would be to greyrock him whenever he tries to provoke someone into violence and hurting him—not giving him the reaction he expects and craves. Which would either make him quickly lose interest, or motivate him to keep escalating until he gets what he wants.

Killer has definitely greyrocked Chara and Nightmare before as well— refusing to give them any type of satisfaction or control over him by not giving any response or reaction they want from him. And sometimes giving the exact opposite of a reaction or response that they want.

All in all, I can definitely see Killer underplaying himself and his own abilities to satisfy others egos and play into expectations if it benefits him or avoids inconvenience. And he’d definitely use their egos to lure them into little mind games and traps—like the one you described.

{ @stellocchia }

[thatoneloonaticsfan]

I don't know if anyone thought of this, but what about a Loonatics Unleashed opposite au? I already have a few ideas:

Common stuff:

- All the Loonatics are villains while all the villains are the heroes.

- The Loonatics black part of the suits are white.

- The triangles on the Loonatics suits are upside-down.

- Some of these might change.

- Zadavia and Optimatus are gods instead of aliens in this au.

- Might genderbend them later but I don't know.

- They have the same powers as they do in the normal show.

Now, the Loonatics themselves:

- He's usually always angry and has a big temper.

Ace Bunny Rabbit:

- Refuses to share the same last name as his sister Lexi.

- His laser eyes are always activated, meaning he's always ready to shoot and blast at anyone.

- His laser eyes are only off when he looks at someone he likes (cough cough Duck cough cough.) or is calm. (Which barely happens.)

- He literally hates everyone, especially Zadavia, Lexi, and sometimes Rev.

- Only leader because Duck didn't want to be.

- He has a big ego and will usually use it to make himself bigger then he actually is.

- Everyone hates him besides Duck and Tech. (Tech is too dumb to hate him or to really care.)

- "God damn it guys! You always ruin everything!"

Danger Duck(ling):

- Cares about Ace a lot and is the only one who calls him a good leader.

- How is he a villain?

- The others don't understand and see him as more innocent and such.

- He doesn't really like being looked at or having attention on him.

- Hates attention actually.

- Doesn't feel like he deserves to be loved by anyone or anything.

- Everyone likes him.

- Has 0 self-confidence.

- He usually likes staying away from fighting so he always asks Zadavia if he can just stay at HQ because he hates fighting but still does go out in the field to try and help.

- Has never harmed anyone during a fight unless he has to get away.

- He is Zadavia's favorite.

- Cares about the others and if they get hurt. (He usually bandages them up and such.)

- He usually tries to hide when there are a lot of people.

- Hates having a lot of eyes on him. (He's better with one on ones.)

- Never swears (He refuses to and sees them as very hurtful.)

- Everyone respects and loves him, which he doesn't get.

- Hides his face most of the time. (He thinks his scars make him look ugly.)

- "Are you guys ok? Nothing broken or anything right?"

- Unlike what his original name says, he is actually very dumb and stupid.

Tech E. Coyote Experiment 402/The Mutt:

- Doesn't know what is happening a lot of the time.

- He is more like a savage animal.

- Enjoys getting hurt or killed because he at least knows he'll just come back.

- Is around Rev most of the time because he enjoys Rev's threats to cut him open or skin him when he's fully aware he'll be fine.

- Speaks about nonsense a lot of the time, which annoys Rev more as Rev corrects him a lot.

- He would kill the rest of the team if it wasn't for the collar Rev made.

- He has a big kill count.

- Dispite hating Rev as well he does find Rev attractive for some odd reason.

- "Come on, just one bite won't hurt."

Rev Runner:

- His hair or top feathers are down all the time, and his tail feathers are very short and also down

- The smart guy of the group. (Someone has to be.)

- Likes roadrunner meat. (Yes, he's a cannibal.)

- Blames Rip for all his scars. (An accident happened causing Rev to have a lot of burn marks and losing an arm which he had to replace with a robot one and losing vision in one of his eyes.)

- Hates Tech but also enjoys him sometimes.

- Was the hated child who also got abused. (Which is also why he hates Rip because Rip got a lot of good attention.)

- If you ever use 'Runner' when addressing him, he'll completely ignore you.

- Is the only one who can keep up with Tech's nonsense, which while annoying, he knows what to correct.

- Is lazy most of the time and only makes inventions when he feels like he has to.

- The one who least repeats or likes Duck, but he still does somewhat.

- Usually talks business with Slam.

- Never goes on missions because he's to lazy to.

- Always wears a lab coat.

- Rip believes he's dead.

- "No, you can do that later after a few tests I do on them."

Slam Tasmanian:

- Secret Villian

- Is the only Loonatic people don't know about as he doesn't go on missions and is very busy with his business.

- Has a successful business and is very rich.

- Speaks perfect English and is British. (Don't ask how.)

- Hates getting his hands dirty.

- Is the only reason Rev can make his inventions.

- "As you can see on this chart."

Lexi Bunny:

- Is a spoiled brat.

- Hates Ace as she seems him as very usless.

- Will usually say how beautiful she is and comparing herself to the others to bring them down. (She barely does it to Duck.)

- Hates it when people bring up her flaws, but she's perfectly fine with bringing others flaws up to make herself look better.

- Hates video games and sees them as a waste of time.

- Is usually putting makeup on herself or making herself look good before missions.

- "God damn it! You broke one of my nails!"

Zadavia:

- Godess of chaos and disharmony. (Again and her brother are gods in this au.)

- Hates everyone besides Duck.

- Hates Ace the most.

- Actually tries to spoil Duck which he's uncomfortable with.

- Keeps asking Duck if he wants to be the lead, which he says no to.

- "I'm so proud of you Duck."

That's all for now! Note again that some of these might change and let me know if you wanna know if you guys want a part 2. Hope to see ya all later!

[cloythedramatic]

Just reminded of why I love Blue/Swap so much!! It was a short list of how Blue joined the bad sans and made the entire crew even better, very cute :33

Anyways, the reason I love Blue is because he's just like me frfr!! (They all are but let me get into why Blue is just like me frfr) so essentially, Blue is extremely strong and smart, especially if considering the fact everyone things he is below average in both regards (think he's stupid bc he's cute & happy, think he's weak bc he's a mortal) and he has HELLA CONNECTIONS, like he can glare and manipulate Error into compliance, is friends with Fresh (who would gladly annoy others or make people disappear on command) and even knows Reaper personally, which is usually good enough if you want him to turn a blind eye to any chaos caused.

Like, imagine a cute little guy, biologically cute, and they are smart enough to not only hide their emotions effectively, but also know the right people to get anything he wants, and charismatic enough that he can meet and be friends with new people to get whatever he wants, and he can also effectively take so much damage and abuse that would typically cripple someone, but he stands back up and throws another punch instead, like thats scary!!

Especially love Nightberry because it starts out with Blue being underestimated heavily, and then slowly learns Blue is an absolute badass, and gets along with all of his children fantastically!! Like Blue participates in hobbies and spars, and listens to his kids, and not even Nightmare can be such a good father to the murder trio!!

(Also I headcanon that there is a child named Blueberry who was saved by Blue and tries to impersonate him as a way to cope with trauma, but thats unimportant to my ship with NM and likely wouldn't exist if Blue got with NM)

[silken-threads-bah]

I triwd asking someone else to do this, but they dont do introjects and im aware that you do so im asking you guys.

May we please have any of the following as a headmate pack:

Hitoshi Shinso

Katsuki Bakugo

Eijiro Kirishima

Kaminari Denki

Shoto Todoroki

(or even any of the girls)

We already have Izuku and Aizawa, but they say they would like to reunite with anyone from the above list. You get to choose because they said no matter who it is, it's okay.

Many thanks and take care,

(Asher)

I couldn't decide so I went with two, I hope that's alright! - Eden

Name: kaminari denki, spark, bolt, static

Age: 17

Pronouns: he/they

Gender(s): demiboy

Orientation: pansexual

Source(s): my hero academia

Role: mood-booster, energetic headmate

Personality: he's pretty upbeat, peppy, and loud. Theyre also incredibly optimistic, to the point that it seems like he's entirely ignoring any possible bad outcome of his actions. They never think before they speak or act, just jumping right into the deep end and then being absolutely shocked that his actions have consequences. Due to all of this, and his inability to sit still, he's seen as rather stupid and fidgety and sometimes childish. However, he's actually rather smart. He's just an idiot at the same time.

Interests: physics and engineering (he's a huge science nerd and loves finding out how things work behind the scenes), loves researching about the mechanics of rollercoasters and loves dyeing his own and other people's hair.

Extra info: they frequently type in all caps and uses gen z/gen alpha language (says sigma, fire, skibidi toilet, rizz, etc.) The brain rot is terminal I fear /j. Basically the annoying little brother that lives to poke everyone around them.

Faceclaims:

Name: eijiro kirishima, spike, onyx

Age: 16

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): trans man

Orientation: bisexual with a huge preference for men

Source(s): my hero academia

Role: confidence booster, protector

Personality: he's got a rock solid sense of right and wrong and isn't scared to stand up for himself and others. He can be a bit dense at times, completely missing the point of jokes or when someone's flirting with him, which has led some people to think he's stupid. Academically, he's not exactly the brightest, but he always puts the maximum amount of effort into everything he does, even studying.

Interests: sports (especially football, but his favorite sport to play is table tennis because he's so good at it), he really likes the outdoors and taking hikes/long walks, he's a bit of a gym bro and gets really into eating healthy and working out.

Extra info: loves liberty spikes (the hairdo) and would absolutely try to get the body's hair to look like that at least once if possible. He also enjoys painting his nails and when texting, he uses keyboard smashes to convey laughter instead of just typing "lol" like a normal person. Also! I could see him being a spider-man kin <3

Faceclaims:

[grimparks]

Chapter 3:

Just a Little note to say that because there is a remake of the au, some information in the old chapter are not canon anymore so I have to remake them, anyway enjoy your Christmas gift!

Narrator- the next day as promised, Kyle went to see the guys he knew that could help him and the new guy to actually find Stan and Clyde

Kyle- that should be that house… just hope that he hasn't moved…

*ding*

Kyle- …

???- yes hello…

Kyle- are you uh… The Mole ?

Christophe- WHO GIVES YOU THAT ? Wait … WHAT ARE YOU ?

Narrator- Christophe took his shovel to put the sharp side right under Kyle face in a fast way

Christophe- you’re not a human… either a hybrid…

Christophe- what kind of anomaly are you…

Kyle- I… I don't know ! It just happened one day and pouf!

Christophe- not enough…

Christophe- i want a really answer NOW

Kyle- I’M HERE FOR THE NEW GUY STOP

Christophe- uh ? Pardon ?…

Kyle- stop with your shovel dude ! I’m just some kind of superhuman I don't know ! You're some kind of goddamn WEREWOLF. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ?!

Christophe- pff…

Christophe- I’m not a werewolf dude, I’m a fox, un renard!

Christophe- whatever, you’re right what do you want ?

Kyle- so um… i… the new guy and i need your help to infiltrate the police station, at night, to get some documents…

Christophe- uh uh

Kyle- so ?…

Christophe- why do you want to get there, what kind of paper do you need ?

Kyle- it’s about Stan March and Clyde Donovan disappearing.

Christophe- Okay…

Christophe- so, how much am i paid ?

Kyle- wait what ?!

Christophe- yeah, the new guy helped me one time so it’s okay for me to help her, but not you.

Kyle- i think it’s “they” actually… but, come on… what do you want, how much ?

Christophe- they are okay with anything so shut your mouth…

Christophe- and uh… a package of cigaret

Kyle- that’s all ?

Christophe- yes, you know with the price getting more and more expensive and all that stuff… and my stupid mom doesn't want to buy me those…

Kyle- yeah okay okay I’m going to pay you that

Christophe- yipee

Kyle- anyway, there will be a reunion tomorrow at the new guy home at… uh 10PM. You can come ?

Christophe- uhhhh… je crois, uh, yes i can.

Kyle- awesome!

Christophe- i can’t believe a human can see hybrid that’s incredible

Christophe- mind if i smoke ?

Kyle- um… no it’s okay

Christophe- cool

Christophe- need anything else ?

Kyle- yes actually, do you remember the theater kid that was at my school and who was with Wendy Testaburger ?

Kyle- the one that gave me your card.

Christophe- Oh… that faggot… why do you need him ?

Kyle- well, he was maybe annoying but he was good to create infiltration plan so… yeah

Christophe- i see…

Christophe- yep, i know where that gay ass lives… come on follow me

Kyle- if you have anything else to do that’s okay.

Christophe- dude i was watching a shitty French comedy…

Kyle- oh okay let’s go then!

Narrator- meanwhile all of that the new guy was just doing their usual stuff

Narrator- like robbing a laboratory

*alarm ringing*

Security 1- how haven’t we seen him ?!

Security 2- I don't know man! He just appeared from nowhere !

Security 1- god damn, that guy is fast !

Security 1- what has he stolen ?

Security 2- the last experience of the boss

Security 2- the guy is exiting the building ! GET THEM NOW

New guy- HAHA, see you loser !

Narrator- they broke the window of the building to finish in a little street not so far away.

Security 1- EVERYONE, HE GOT OUT OF THE BUILDING

New guy- HAHAHA, HILARIOUS

New guy- so… what is this…

New guy- oh… shiny, why does that idiot need that ? I mean…

New guy- he’s smart he could create it himself.

New guy- little sus

New guy- oh someone tried to call me… again… Kyle ? Oh yeah, that’s right I’m supposed to search for Stan and Clyde i forgot…

New guy- uh… should call him before or after i go home…

Security 1- not a move…

New guy- hehe, guess I’ll do that after…

New guy- ready to play my dudes ?!

Narrator- Kyle finally arrived to his destination following Christophe during all that time

Kyle- you’re sure it’s here ?

Christophe- sure, nobody have a note under their name that say « incredible actor »

Kyle- you’re right

*ding*

Kyle- …

Kyle- he’s not-

Gregory- greeting ! Who is here WHOA- WHY IN THE WORLD A HUMAN CAN SEE-

Christophe- come on dude, he heard that all day give him a break

Gregory- i uh… my mistake…

Gregory- wait a sec… you’re one of Stan's friends ?! Dude, you know I hate those guys !

Christophe- uh… actually he came to ask for your help…

Gregory- really ?! Interesting… So what do you want ?

Kyle- actually it’s the new guy that sent me here-

Gregory- EVEN BETTER ! So what is it ?! You got my attention.

Kyle- um… you see the new disparition thing ?

Gregory- yes… Stan is finally gone ! Is a good thing !

Kyle- um…

Christophe- i forgot to mention he hates Stan

Kyle- never mind… uh… the new guy needs to find a private case in the police station about uh… someone… and we need YOU to create a plan to break in !

Gregory- um… it must be Pocket… okay I’m in !

Kyle- who’s tha-

Gregory- I’m sure we’re gonna make a great team together !

Christophe- urg…

Kyle- WAIT, who’s Pock-

Gregory- it reminds me of so many great memories!

Gregory- is there a meaning organized ?

Kyle- um… yes tomorrow at 10PM

Gregory- oki… see you too then ! Especially you Christophe, it’s been a while!

Christophe- la ferme abruti

Gregory- i still don’t speak baguette…

Christophe- just go back in, you idiot!

Narrator- let's go see what the new guy is up too while all this is going on

New guy- HAHHAHA, comedy

New guy- where was i… oh yes call Kyle and get my alcohol stock back!

New guy- i really look like my mom uh ?…

New guy- YEAH NO, you’re not looking like that BITCH… hehe…

Narrator- on their way back in town ready to go into all the alcohol shops to buy every bottle of vodka and red wine she actually got a call from Kyle.

*bip*

New guy- yes ? Hello, Euphonie on the phone…

Kyle- hello… yeah i got the two guys i talk to you about into the plan.

New guy- FANTASTIC! Can I know who they are ?

Kyle- i don’t think you know them actually-

New guy- pff- dude, i know everyone in the town! And most people know me from the wanted poster on all other walls !

Kyle- oh then, it’s Gregory Bellarose and Christophe … uh, i don’t know his complete name…

New guy- OH, these two dumb dumb! Interesting… it’s gonna be even more fun…

Kyle- yeah yeah… just do you know someone who is good in computer science to maybe hack into the police station system ?

New guy- i… uh…

New guy- i can try…

Kyle- i thought that maybe Kenny could help us but… his parents have a divorce so i don’t want to disturb him.

New guy- yeah yeah… I can try to call someone but I don't think he can…

Kyle- okay okay… thank you by the way.

New guy- that’s my job dude, don’t worry !

New guy- anyway, i have stuff to do so see you tomorrow !

*bip*

New guy- where was i… oh yeah

New guy- mom stuff…

Narrator- a good hour flew by as the new guy come back home with a lot of all kind of alcohol

New guy- I'M BACK ! HAHA, no one there of course…

New guy- oh i need to call my buddy i forgot…

New guy- beep boop bap

*phone calling sound*

???- hello ?

New guy- hii, how are ya doing ?

???- uh… good and you ?

New guy- Goood, I put the shiny blue sphere in your mailbox as you wanted !

???- wait… YOU’VE TOUCHED IT ???

New guy- calm down… i just looked at it really quick but that's all i swear…

???- Great…

New guy- …

New guy- why…

New guy- why do you need it so bad ?…

???- …

???- you don’t need to know…

New guy- Terrance… we haven’t talked for months and… you just come back out of nowhere for me to get you that…

Terrance- that’s your job, i just… i can’t tell you that

New guy- i guess i don’t deserve to know it then hehe…

Terrance- let’s just say it’s dangerous stuff…

New guy- really…

New guy- i could…

New guy- help you ? Maybe…

Terrance- no… no need

New guy- of course…

New guy- oh ! By the way, I have to ask you something !

New guy- you see the late disparition ? Well I got put on the case and me and my team need yoouuu to maybe hack the police computer system !

New guy- what do you think ?

Terrance- i uh…

Terrance- i can’t

*weird background sound on Terrance side*

Terrance- uh ?

Terrance- where is she ?

New guy- is something wrong ?

New guy- hello ?!

Terrance- uh … i need to go

New guy- Terrance what’s wrong ?!

Terrance- I’m sorry please forgive m-

*cut*

New guy- oh…

Terrance- hello ?!

Terrance- Euphonie ?! You’re here

???- hi you !

End of chapter 3

[frogsarecoolandsoamj]

Hi :D

I saw you're taking requests and was wondering, can you please write fluff with Bo Sinclair x GN reader where he sees the reader being really mad and breaking shit? (Preferably comfort at the end?)

Have an amazing day/ night,

PhantomCat 💜

BET!

A vase

A Bo x gn! Readership 

Fluff!

Warnings: fluff! Reader cuts hand,  blood, Bo and reader argue. Comfort and confession 

It all started when Bo kept flirting with some of the newcomers in town. You tried not to take it to heart until you saw her give him her number in front of you, while you worked on ‘finding’ a new fan belt for her and her friends car. You tried your best not to let it bother you, you really, really tried. But when they left to go explore the house of wax, which Bo so charmingly suggested, you two were left in silence. It kept that way for a bit until you finally said something.

   “You shouldn’t flirt with them..” you commented, as you cleaned up the garage, head looking down and focusing on your work. You heard him sigh loudly, as if annoyed that you were saying something stupid. 

   “ I think I’ll be just fine with what I do. Why does it matter?” He spat out, his southern drawl mixing in with his words. Your grip on the broom, now tighter. 

   “Because, why flirt with someone you’re gonna kill? Is it some sick game you like to play? Or just giving you her number would be enough to save her and her friends life?” You asked, with a sneer. Finally looking up at him. He scoffed at you and shook his head.

  “I suggest you mind your damn business about how I do things. You don’t see me bitching when you make comments about some of the guys that come in.” He commented, with sass. You laughed and and stared at him incredulously. 

   “Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t bitch? Well here’s the difference smart guy,” you start, placing the broom against the wall and turn around to look at him once more. “ I don’t flirt with them, I barely talk to any of the people who come through. I just act like an innocent bystander in you and your brothers fucked up world that you’ve created. I don’t ask for much, nor will I. But when I do ask for the bare minimum, which is to NOT flirt with your victims, maybe just don’t. It’s creepy.” You finished. He walked toward you, only a step or two, a snear painted on his face. 

   “Don’t be jealous no one wants to get in your fucking pants. Not even Lester would try. Just because you aren’t pretty enough to get attention from me, doesn’t mean you get to tell me on how to act with girls who are.” He snided. You felt his words sting against you. They hurt, they were mean. Simple as that. He wanted to be mean.

   “Fine, you wanna be like that? Fuck you, have fun cleaning the fucking garage by yourself. Maybe I’ll prove you wrong and fuck that guy she was with.” You threw the broom at him and started to walk away. 

   “Don’t sell yourself too short now! Maybe he’s not into bitchy people!” You turn around to tell something else, but before you could, the group had already came back. Apparently the place was locked. You bit your tongue and walked away. Scolding the unknowing girl and her friends before walking back to the house. 

   You tried to keep yourself calm when you got back home. The place was cleaner, (thanks to you), and you went into the kitchen. You were gonna do something to get your mind off of the whole situation. To cook, maybe clean. Something, just something to calm yourself down. While you looked through the pantry for anything, his words kept replaying in your head. You hated how he would make fun of you when he was mad. He never liked losing arguments so he would reside to insults very quickly. It was never simple ones either, he’d go for insecurities or past mistakes you’ve made. He got personal. 

   You couldn’t find anything to do, so you just leaned against the counter, trying to calm yourself down. You felt your chest rising up and down, and your eyes watering. You wanted to stay calm, and not let his words get to you. You didn’t want him to win, yet here you were. Crying and angry, over his comments, again. Without thinking, you grabbed the nearest thing towards you, and smashing it against the wall behind you. It was glass or porcelain , you could tell by the sound of it shattering. Your breath was heavy as you looked down to the smashed bits of a vase Vincent had made. The piece now laid into bits on the floor. You looked over to your hand and noticed it was bleeding. You had no clue as to how that happened. You didn’t care either. You were gonna have to clean this up. And apologize to Vincent. You went to look for a broom, but before you even made it out of the kitchen the door opened, the sound of boots creaking the floors of the house. You turn your head to see Bo, walking in. You try your best to ignore him and kept looking for the broom.

   “Thanks for leaving early, I got to talk more to the girl, her name’s Amanda. Pretty little thing. Sucks that the garage wasn’t clean.” He commented and you looked quicker, trying to just get it done. “You didn’t haft’a be such a bitch about it,” he started. But before he could even finish, you started.

  “Shut the fuck up! I don’t care, I don’t care that you wanted to get laid! I don’t care that you wanted help! I don’t give a fuck about what you want! Why the fuck should I care about you, or your opinions! I slave around this fucking place making sure that everyone can come home to a clean house. Not even a thank you from anyone besides Vincent! AND HE DOESN’T TALK! I try so hard to appease you and your brothers, to make sure everyone is happy and yet no matter how hard I try. You don’t care! It’s never good enough. You are never satisfied with what I do. You haven’t liked me since I got here, or have even tried to get to know anything about me!  So I don’t care, I’m done. You can clean up the broken vase in the kitchen.” You finished. Your eyes stung with tears, you had your hands out as you expressed with anger about how you felt. That’s when he noticed your bloody hand. He looked like he was going to comment on it, you cut him off holding up said bloody hand. “Don’t. I don’t care what you have to say.” You tried stomped off into the bathroom to clean your hand. Before you could even walk away, he grabbed your wrist, you try to twist your hand away but his grip was stronger. You looked at him through hazy eyes. You tried jerking your hand away again, to no avail. 

   “Stop. Sit down. You probably wouldn’t clean it right anyways.” He muttered, annoyed. You scoffed at him. 

  “This is exactly what I mean. You don’t care, I don’t need your advice on how to care for myself. If I did take it, I’d probably end up with an even worse infection, let go.” You ordered. He didn’t though, he instead started to lead you towards to couch, you try to jerk your hand away again. Making his grip tighter as he jerked you foward. He tossed you toward the couch, you hands instinctively went infront of you. Your bloody hand smashing against the hard arm rest of the chair. You curse out and grab your hand in pain. “You fucking asshole! The the fuck is your deal?” You yell out. You turn to look at him but he’s already walking away. “Where the fuck are you going?!” You yell at him.

   “Getting the gauze and peroxide. Just shut the hell up for a moment, you’re giving me a fucking head ache..” he groaned. He came back a moment later with said items and a bandage. You were still holding your hand in pain. He got on one knee in front of you and tried to take your hand, but you pulled it away from him. He rolled his eyes at you. 

   “Don’t touch me.” You hissed. You were still pissed off. 

   “I don’t want to, you’re lucky I’m even trying to help you.” He grabbed your hand, softly. He then took the gauze and placed it on your palm, gently swiping the drying blood. It was silent when he wrapped your hand up, not a word spoken once he tied it. You looked up at him after he was done. He let go of your hand, expecting you to jerk it away from him instantly. But you didn’t, it kept in his. You were still upset, of course. You wanted to kick his ass still, yell at him for being rude. Anything just to let off steam that he created, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to fight anymore. 

   “Thank you..” you finally said after a long moment. He nodded his head curtly and began to stand up. “Where are you going?” You asked again. He shrugged and looked over at you from his shoulder, a small yet comforting grin on his face. 

   “Cleaning up the mess I caused in the kitchen.” You felt your face drop a little after he said that, it felt like he was making fun of you again, like the little progress you made was nothing now, blown in the wind. “Sit down for a bit, you deserve to just chill out for a while…” he muttered something at the end you couldn’t pick up “darlin’…” 

  “What?” You asked, still sitting on the couch. He shook his head and looked for the broom. Somehow he Magically found it in a place you had looked previously. You rolled your eyes at that, he was always hiding things to piss you off. But I guess it came in handy for things like this, no pun intended. 

After he had finished, he sat down at the opposite end of the couch. He grabbed the remote to the tv and put something on. Not like you two were actually watching it.

  “Vinny’s gonna throw a fit over that vase…” he muttered once more. You lightly chuckled at that, knowing it was gonna be true. You felt horrible for the broken vase, you were gonna have to make it up to him later. “If you want, I can take blame for it. I wouldn’t want him thinking that his ‘best friend’ broke it in a rage.” You winced at the words slightly. You already felt bad, but hearing that out loud wasn’t feeling any better. “He’d probably be more willing to accept I broke it, having a bitch fit or something. Yeah, he’d believe that.. I don’t mind getting yelled at by him.” He noted, shaking his head lightly and laughing to himself. He looked over at you, noticing you weren’t really saying anything. He felt kind of awkward, so he Scrooched a little closer to you. You immediately noticed and made a face. He held up his hands, in a way to show you no threat. “Look… what I said back there was…” he struggled for words. You lifted your eyebrows in curiosity. Was he finally gonna admit he was being an ass? His face looked as if he was struggling for words so you helped him out.

   “Rude, bitchy, unnecessarily mean?” You suggested. That got you a small laugh. He nodded and looked up at you again, taking off his cap and throwing it onto the coffee table in front of him. His hair a slicked back mess, you liked it like that. 

   “Yeah, we’ll go with whatever you feel like…” he said… a small moment of silence followed. He took a deep breath and released it with a long sigh once more. He placed his big hand onto your thigh, it caught you off guard but you didn’t flinch away. That gave Bo enough confidence to keep going. “I wanna say…” you didn’t make eye contact with you as he kept talking “I’m sorry..” damn him and his pride. This was the first time he’s ever apologized to you and he couldn’t even look you in the eye. But you didn’t care, you felt your eyes sting with more tears, and with s wobbly voice..

  “Look at me..” you asked softly. He did after a few long moments. “Say it again. I wanna hear you say it to my face.” You said, with a grin, eyes still welling with tears. He rolled his eyes, but looked at you once more.

  “I’m sorry.” He said again, the grip on your thigh tighter. You smiled and nodded your head. 

  “I might forgive you, if you get rid of that chick’s number.” You suggested with a small laugh. Bo quickly reached into his pocket and took out the piece of paper with Amanda’s number on it. Crumbled it up and threw it somewhere away from you both. You gave him an annoyed look. “I’m gonna have to clean again.” Wiping away the small tears that had snuck out.

   “It’s a piece of paper, you’ll live. So.. am I forgiven.. darlin’” you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away from him. His hand never leaving your thigh. 

   “Maybe..” you muttered. He tsk’ed at you and grabbed your chin with his other hand. Pulling your face towards him. 

  “Nah, we ain’t doing that. You wanted me to look at you when I talk.” His grip on your chin, now a little tighter, pulling you every so closely, “ I’d like the same treatment. So,  do you forgive me?” You nodded your head, the burning in your cheeks now even hotter. He let go of your chin and flashed you a grin. “Good! Then I’m glad we’re on even ground. Vincent will be back in a bit, if he asks about the vase blame me. “ you nodded again and sighed.

   “I feel horrible for breaking it.” You mentioned quietly. Bo shrugged and looked over at the tv,       “he’ll be fine. It wouldn’t be the first thing you’ve broken in this house.” You look at him questionably. He looked back at you, his grin still painted on his face. 

   “What else have I broke in this house?” You asked Bo. You both heard a car pull up, assuming it to be Lester about to walk into the house. He looked back at you as he started to walk away. 

   “A pact that me, Vincent and Lester made when we first brought you in.” He confessed.

  “What pact?” You asked

   “A pact not to fall for your dumbass.” You felt your heartbeat faster at his words. 

   “Well how did I break that, if I wasn’t even involved in it?”

   “Oh you were,” he looked back at you. “Since you’re the reason I just broke it, like how I’m the reason you broke that vase.” He added. “Things come full circle Darlin’…” he walked away before you could ask him any more questions. Lester walked in with the dog, and you smiled to yourself. 

(This isn’t perfect but I’m not usually one to write fluff! So I hope this is good!)

[thekrows-nest]

Idk what kind of smarts Eliyah has honestly. Being a pretentious prick smarts? It's a skill to be that annoying.

It kind of is though? For a certain class.

I feel like he would have been given a more expensive education that basically taught to the tests, had better nutrition so he could concentrate in class, more extracurriculars, a heavy focus on rote learning and the ‘right’ way to do things to avoid blunders.

All part of the image management for a wealthier family to look superior and not embarrass them. He got taught the obvious things like riding a bike and holding a fork so it looks like he’s competent.

But I think he’s the kind of guy that believes his own hype a bit and hasn’t really had to think for himself, or problem solve, work with people on a level playing field, or manage money.

IQ tests have also been criticised for cultural bias that strongly favours White middle class groups.

He learned all the minutiae about the lenses and gel filters because he’s interested and/or he thinks it sounds impressive to a date.

I feel like Krow had less of a formal education aside from his art course, perhaps he went to a school with less resources or was ‘home schooled’ (probably by poor Mary with limited or wrong books), had a lot of distractions going on and then he left. If the neurodivergence involves ADHD that could have made things a little harder too.

But he has more mother wit and common sense. And much better social skills.

It doesn’t mean he isn’t academically smart too, what with memorising all the birds, knowledge of forensics and chemicals, and the sheer amount of intelligence and skill to be good at traditional art.

I have no idea how Krow is with math (I think he sometimes miscalculates the food budget buying tomatoes) but budgeting and buying materials involves constant practice. Dyscalculia (if that’s present) does not mean someone is less intelligent.

Also he has much better spatial skills.

Tech skills were simply not learned due to poverty and the digital divide.

I know you can also get your GED as an adult so if he didn’t finish school (I forgot his age when he ran away) and papers weren’t a barrier that might have covered any topics that didn’t get covered as a kid.

I think Eliyah is mediocre to slightly above average polished up with the cultural trappings of ‘an intellectual’, and Krow is very smart but didn’t get a lot of support to pursue that in traditional ways that would lead to qualifications on paper.

They both still do dumb things because that is human nature and I don’t think either are very emotionally stable 😆

My eyes once again bless me with more Krowspiracy hyperfocus and picking at my characters. Yaaaaay. /pos

Now to publish this and show everyone else too.

Basically this nails it.

Eliyah was blessed with all the wants/needs someone could want and then some (he's not OBSCENELY rich or well off, but he is upper middle class and that's already better than most people in the world and even Americans) but he's painfully mediocre at best.

Krow a is creative birb with a lot of knowledge and intelligence (as well as street smarts) and can think/problem solve quickly, but got screwed over by all the isms and bigotry American society has.

And yes, both definitely do VERY stupid things cause that's human existence babyyyyy. And no, neither exactly have the best grip on their emotions though both love to act or think that they do. Gabby is probably cringing off somewhere.

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Komi Can't Communicate au? Where Yata is Komi Shoko and Saruhiko is Tadano HitoHito? (Well, semi-Tadano, not completely since they have two different personalities, but I think you understand what I mean)

Fushimi is literally the absolute worst person to help someone else make 100 friends though XD Maybe what Yata really wants though is to just make one really good friend — sure, he’d like to have a whole bunch of friends that he could run around and have fun with, but if even just one guy could be his friend that would be enough. Say in this case Yata’s communication disorder issue is that initially at least he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he just blurted out everything he felt. Initially this got him a lot of friends among other kids who admired Yata for being so tough and talking back to bullies, but then when his mom gets remarried and he switches schools it becomes a handicap. People start bullying and shunning him and it gets so bad that Yata becomes afraid to even open his mouth, always worried that he’ll say the wrong thing and everyone will start to ostracize him again.

His parents switch him to another school for high school and Yata thinks maybe this won’t be too bad, since no one knows him here. He still can’t really talk though, just sitting in silence while other kids ignore him. I feel like Yata would be kinda overlooked in this case, just that short kid with nothing special about him, and instead people in class are all gossiping about this other quiet kid with a pretty face. Except when people talk to Fushimi he responds to them with acid remarks and tongue clicks and Yata secretly thinks that it’s kinda cool isn’t it, the way Fushimi doesn’t care what other people think.

One day the class needs two people to stay behind to clean, Yata is chosen because he can’t speak up to say no. The class also chooses Fushimi, laughing all ‘you don’t mind staying late right.’ Fushimi clicks his tongue and the rest of the class leaves, Yata’s there all nervous because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s frustrated but he can’t say anything so he just starts cleaning, which is when he hears another tongue click. Fushimi says he doesn’t care about idiots, but if it upsets Yata so much he should have said so. Yata laughs nervously and tries to say that it’s fine but his voice won’t come out. Fushimi looks at him for a moment and then gets up and walks to the chalkboard. He says staying quiet in front of others is stupid, if Yata wants to yell he should yell, and if he can’t yell then write it at least. Yata stares at him blankly and Fushimi says he doesn’t want to be stuck cleaning with a guy who just gives up in front of others, so write what you can’t say. Otherwise Yata can clean quietly after all and Fushimi will go home, because why should he work with a shorty who can’t even muster an argument.

Yata feels this sudden burst of anger and imagine him grabbing the chalk and writing ‘I’M NOT A SHORTY’ on the board in big messy letters. Fushimi scoffs all yes you are and suddenly it’s like the floodgates have opened, Yata writing about how angry he is and how annoying Fushimi is and if you’re so smart why didn’t you stand up when they made you clean, why do we have to listen to those guys, next time Yata will just skip cleaning and see how they like that. He throws the chalk down in frustration but then looks up when he hears someone else writing, Fushimi with a slight smirk as he writes ��yeah, worthless guys like that are annoying, when they make other people do all the work just because we aren’t all uselessly friendly.’ Yata laughs at that and writes ‘you’re a weird guy,’ Fushimi responds with his own ‘so are you.’ Suddenly they’re both writing all over the board, complaints about school and their classmates and everything. Yata finds himself smiling widely for the first time in a long time as he writes ‘hey, you’re really cool!’, and he thinks maybe he saw Fushimi give the smallest smile reading it.