#he's cooler even in some ways- cooler like water calms. but he can also be a great wave or an inferno when pushed

[matchbet-allofthetime]

God, my favourite thing ever is that when he's younger, at the beginning of S1, Marcus is SUCHHH a brat!

He's this bratty guy who is also a spitfire, he likes talking back, and he always acts like he wants control.

He acts out of line because he knows he can get away with it, he brats and snips words and acts like an all-around ass, but it's bratty. It's so distinct.

But later, when he gets that control he thought he wanted, when he becomes sheriff and then starts dealing with Silco, he gets so exhausted so quickly.

He's rougher, gruffer, more steadfast and sharp in his mannerisms and words, but that brattiness is less than half what it was when he was younger.

In, what was it? Nine years? He went from this brash, loud-mouthed, fiery young adult who wanted control to a salt-n-pepper dilf who has all the power one could want— and yet, he only has that through Grayson dying, and Marcus himself dealing with Silco, pretending to keep the— relative— peace.

I love seeing the differences, because he both changes so damn much, and also doesn't change at all.

[kairismess]

summer heat.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 description . . .

・:〃➜ with how hot the summer is getting, your favorite boys need some way to cool down and relax . . . preferably with you by their side.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ft. HAIKYUU BOYS – kenma, hinata, and suna.

KENMA.

it doesn't take long for kenma to start heaving, panting, and sweating underneath the heat of the deadly hot rays of the sun. he doesn't think he can last 5 more minutes under the sun with how hot the summer's been, even under the shade of the cute cat-themed parasol you bought for the two of you at the beach, this boy is still sweating an awful lot, reaching for your somehow cool, pool of melted ice for a cooler, for a pack of apple juice.

"is there... any more left..." your pudding haired boyfriend heaved with a raspy voice, clenching to the crumpled, empty plastic juice packet. you look into the box full of melted ice and wince as you break the news to him that he just drank his last apple juice box. the poor boy whimpers silently as he feels the sweat pool on the back of his shirt, and since you felt bad, you got up and dusted the sand off your lap, your hand extended out to him as the heat starts to get to him.

"a swim...?" he meekly repeats after you, his cheeks flushing with warmth rushing to his face, either from embarrassment or from the intense heat of the sun. you nod as you wait for his answer, with him taking your hand weakly, slowly pulling you closer to him with a smile. "...alright, alright, i'll take a dip in the water... but just a few minutes of cuddles...?" he pleads, his golden almond eyes begging for you to hold him to keep him from falling apart from the sheer ruthlessness of the heat.

HINATA.

hinata isn't usually one to complain about the weather, but with the rise of the past week's temperature, he's been pretty much exhausted every time he goes out; and it's a big bummer, because he so badly wants to take you out on a date and enjoy some sceneries together, go to the beach, have a nice dinner with you... but the heat makes you both too lazy to get out of the house.

he can't emphasize to you how much he wants to go out with you, while being in front of the fan, sweating a storm. you try to reassure him and tell him you two don't have to go out to enjoy each other's company, but your little tangerine wants the best date for you after being abroad for a long while and having to focus on his volleyball career and training months prior.

while your sunshine sulks about not being able to take you out, you scoop up a couple of bowls of ice cream for the two of you, handing one of the bowls to him. you explain to him that, even though you also want to go out with him, you don't need all those fancy outings to be happy with him–you're more than happy sharing some ice cream with him on a hot day.

you have no idea just how happy you made him, because it was like the clouds parted from the sun, and the room got five times warmer with the growth of his shining smile. "y-yeah! i guess i feel the same way too... i mean, all i want is to make you happy, the where doesn't really matter, all that matters to me is your happiness, love." he beams, and though you try to warn him his ice cream will melt, he doesn't mind, because his ice cream will stay sweet no matter how melty it'll get; for now, all he wants to focus on is you and how adorable you look eating up your ice cream... maybe hoping to feed you some on your spoon.

SUNA.

your boyfriend suna is usually calm, cool, and collected; making it hard for you to know what it is he wants or is feeling. but the nasty highs the temperature outside is reaching brings out the hidden character of your usually composed boyfriend, though in a manner you wouldn't expect.

it's a no-brainer that the heat can make someone a bit lazy to move their body to get things done, and your boy understands that too much, that he wants you to give yourself a break and cool off for a little bit from your chores at home and suffer from the intense heat.

and how would he get you to do that? by offering the perfect at home date between you two in your room–with a tv show to binge, a closet full of snacks, a minifridge full of cool drinks, and the AC on blast with him and your pillows and stuffed animals waiting for you.

"hey, um..." he calls out to you in his gravelly voice, gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer to him. his pale green eyes gazing at you, with neediness in those orbs of his. "i turned on the AC, and since, y'know, that recent show you've wanted to binge just released all episodes available, and the snack bar we have in our room is stacked up... why not take a break from the chores and just chill out with me, babe?" and how could you say no to his desperate pleading face?

[ohimsummer]

RANDOM HORROR GAMER! SATORU HCS

— one(1) suggestive under the cut so minors dni, gamer! gojo x reader, established rs, explicit language, some gamer! reader, pet names (sweetums, baby, (my) love), the link has body horror!!, horror-loving gojo in general <3

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ gojo playing outlast and resident evil and silent hill and fnaf and and

horror gamer! satoru who always likes you around whenever he starts playing. doesn’t matter if you’re cooking, showering, or out for the day—and prefers you in his lap while in his comfy gaming chair, but if you’re even just on the bed nearby then that’s totally okay, too.

horror gamer! satoru who finds it so cute when the jumpscares actually startle you. laughs when you let out a yelp or a scream, giggling a ‘relax, baby’ as if his heart didn’t stop for a second at the same scare.

horror gamer! satoru who asks your opinions and recommendations on what games to play, even if you know nothing about them. if he’s stuck between two games, he’ll let you be the tiebreaker, shoving the two options in your face for you to choose from even if your reasons are inane. ‘you like the art on this one better? the title sounds cooler? okay, come check it out with me!’

horror gamer! satoru who finds it comforting whenever you’re cuddled under him while he plays. your scent and the warmth of your body soothes him, makes the scares a little less frightening and he calms down way quicker when he gets to hug you so tight. (refers to you as his emotional support y/n)

horror gamer! satoru who’s just about always eating his words about how terrified the game is making him. talks so much shit going ‘oh this dumbass monster isn’t even that scary’ and you just like to humor him even though you can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

horror gamer! satoru who enjoys when you also talk a little trash with him. ‘i could totally take that monster on, right, baby?’ ‘hell yeah, it looks weak as shit, you could destroy that thing.’

horror gamer! satoru and you both frantically talking over eachother when he gets to a fast-paced area of the game, parts that require swift puzzle-solving or thinking quickly on your feet. ‘fuckfuckfuck where do i go, where do i go ?!’ ‘that way, THAT WAY, no the other way, oh my god, run!!’

horror gamer! satoru who likes handing you the mouse/controller and watching you play. guides you through some parts when you get confused, and always returns your victorious grin when you’re able to get past the really scary or difficult areas by yourself.

‘look at my baby gettin’ through the little mini-boss after 26– ow, fine, 18 tries! so proud of you, sweetums, guess my super-awesome gaming skills are rubbin’ off on ya, huh?’

horror gamer! satoru who lets you get jumpscared even when he knows a scare is coming up. ‘didn’t wanna ruin the experience for ya, baby’ while he’s almost spitting out his water from trying to hold back laughter.

horror gamer! satoru who you have to gently drag away from his setup when he starts getting frustrated. he’s been stuck on this one part for hours now because of rng or the boss is just ‘stupid and rigged’ and insanely hard. you can see his jaw clench, his moves getting sloppier in his exasperation.

horror gamer! satoru let’s you pepper kisses up and down his neck, over his jaw and cheeks, on his forehead as you murmur suggestions to take a break in his ear. you hold your own drink up in an offer for him to take a sip, before slipping away to grab one of his favorite sweet treats to hopefully ease his frustrations. ‘give it a rest and come cuddle with me for a bit, my love, you can always try again later.’

horror gamer! satoru who buys another controller (in your favorite color) so he can play co-op horror games with you. he loves watching you improve, proud when he doesn’t have to carry you as hard anymore. and it feels so much more fun because it’s like you’re experiencing the scares together, not the same as when you’re just watching him play.

horror gamer! satoru who goes horror game-hunting with you. he loves that your interest in them has grown so much, and you two can actually talk in detail about them since your ‘horror knowledge’ isn’t at base level anymore.

horror gamer! satoru likes that you’re not just watching him play and listening to him explain what’s going on anymore. you’re more heavily intrigued in the game lore and spotting tiny details or references in the games.

you’re playing a multiplayer horror game with satoru, exploring a different room of the house since you two have split up to cover more ground.

‘oh, wow! satoru, look at this little figure on the desk!’

his avatar makes its way over, and he’s a little excited to see the tiny evil within 2 reference on the piece of furniture.

‘it’s obscura, isn’t that so cool?’ ‘fuck yeah, wonder if there’s any more hidden around here somewhere?’ and you both keep an eye out for any other allusions to more horror game characters.

horror gamer! satoru who convinces you that playing in the dark is so much better. and it is, it makes the whole experience that much scarier, and you hate (love) it. you find yourself peeping into the dark shadows of the room, goosebumps raised on every inch of skin. and also wanting to punch satoru in the throat when he grazes a finger up the nape of your neck, laughing at your fright when you just about jump out of your skin.

horror gamer! satoru who buys little trinkets or figures of horror game characters. bought you a silent hill nurse figurine to go next to his of pyramid head. you both dressed up as said characters for a Halloween party once, and then ended up, um, undressing eachother in someone’s bathroom later that night…

horror gamer! satoru who knows all kinds of horror game trivia and he loves exchanging facts with you, even if you tell him stuff he already knows. again, he just loves that you share his favorite interest! tell him over and over about how [char.] is your favorite horror game villain or how [song] makes that scene so much creepier! he will eat it up again and again and again.

horror gamer! satoru who gets so excited whenever you present a new game to him, especially if it’s one he hasn’t seen before! ‘holy shit, baby is this a new release? fuck, we have to play this tonight!’

a casual (horror-themed) date night with horror gamer! satoru could be going out to see a new scary movie in theatres, or even just staying in to play your favorite horror games together. on nights like those, he likes to suggest cheesy, parody, or nostalgic horror games like slenderman or some .EXE game.

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis @hellkaiserinphoenix @biscuitsngravie @elusivemoon @rxddxvotion @babytoshiii

[ofstoriesandstardust]

go gentle into that good night (j.h.s.)

a/n: as always, this is for my dearly beloved @cottagecori for letting me ramble and explain and talk through ever angsty idea i have ever had.

summary: The tale of two parties

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

warnings: rumored cheating, existential crisis, miscommunication, angst, swearing, alcohol mentions

word count: 1.4k

You always forget how much cooler it is out here by the ocean. 

It’ll still be a few more months before anyone outside of seasoned surfers will brave the darkened water crashing onto the shore a ways out, but for now it’s calm and quiet as the cooler temperatures keep tourists away. 

It's something your friends have taken advantage of as you sit around the firepit, hot dogs roasting and music and laughter echoing all around you. The salt in the air is strong and you lean closer into Jake as a strong breeze runs through. 

The shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the bite of the wind. 

They’re all talking about their next steps, what comes after graduation, and your stomach turns at the thought of confessing that you don’t actually know. 

The conversation you’d had with Pete earlier in the day while you’d waited for Bradley to dig through his parent’s garage for beach chairs plays on a loop, drowning out the words of your friends. 

“It’s okay not to know what you’re doing!” Pete says with a laugh. 

You worry at your bottom lip before sighing. “I just… everyone I know has these cool job offers or grad school acceptances they’re flaunting on social media, and I feel like I’m… falling behind.” You admit quietly. “Is this all I’m ever gonna be?” 

Pete’s face falls at that. “Listen to me. You are incredibly intelligent. You have a very bright future ahead of you, even if that might be hard to see that right now. There are so many people in your life who are supporting you and rooting for you. You’ll figure it out, even if it takes you a little bit longer than others.” Pete pauses. “What are Jake’s plans?” 

You shrug. “I think he’s expecting me to come with him wherever he goes.” 

Pete pulls a face, full of emotion you aren’t sure you understand. “What?” 

He hesitates. “It’s probably not my place, you both are my students-” 

“What?” You insist. 

“I just don’t want to see you confine your future for somebody else. I meant it when I said when you were one of the smartest students I have ever taught. You have the whole world at your feet. And I just… don’t want to watch you give that all up for somebody who might not be with you in five years time.” 

A call of your name startles you back into the present and you blink, realizing Bob is asking if you have any plans for after graduation. You groan, covering your face. “Please don’t ask me that.” 

Jake nudges you. “Don’t you want to go to grad school?” 

“Yes, but I also want to take some time off. I guess, I don’t know. Can we please stop asking me about this and talk about something else?”

Javy lets out a little chuckle. “Hey, worst comes to worst, you can always be a wag.” 

You blink. “A what?” 

“A wag! It’s like a slang term for wives and girlfriends of football players.” 

“So like... a trophy wife?” 

“Kind of-” 

“Machado, you say this like she’d want to be stuck with Seresin for that long.” 

Jake’s eyes narrow at Bradley. “Bradshaw-” 

“Okay, I’m tired of this, we’re moving on.” Natasha cuts the boy off with a roll of her eyes. “Who wants another drink?” 

Natasha begins to pass out more cans from the cooler as you tuck yourself further into Jake. Another shiver goes down your spine as you wrap your arms around you. 

“Are you cold?” Jake asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Do you want to go?” 

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine.” 

Jake nods, eyes searching yours before pulling his arm tighter around you as he rejoins the conversation. 

And I just… don’t want to watch you give that all up for somebody who might not be with you in five years time.

-

The knock at your door is quickly followed by a call from Jake. 

His beaming face in his contact photo appears as you hear him knock again. You answer the call with a click, smiling lazily as you turn down the volume of M*A*S*H* on your screen. 

“Hello?” 

“Let me in.” Jake’s words are almost a borderline whine. 

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, I’m doing research.” 

He huffs. “You’re just watching M*A*S*H* again, aren’t you?”

“Hey, it’s relevant to my topic.” 

He huffs again. “Please.” 

You roll your eyes and hang up the call before slipping your blanket and laptop off of you and onto the couch. You pad over the front door of your apartment, pulling it open to see Jake. 

His smile blooms at the sight of you as he stumbles forward to give you a hug. You stumble a few feet back with all his weight pressed against you. “Jesus, you’re a clingy drunk.” You mutter, wrapping your arms around him as you try to find your balance. “You’re supposed to be at Bradley’s party.” 

With the conclusion of the baseball season (and his parents out of town), Bradley had thrown a party at his parents. You’d opted out of the evening to stay home and do homework, which had ultimately ended up with your scrolling through social media and doing very little work. 

Jake hums into your shoulder and you can feel the outline of his smile. “But I wanted to see my girl.” 

“You could’ve seen me tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow me will be hungover.” 

“And drunk you thought it would be a good idea to come all the way over here?” 

“Of course I did. I love you.” 

The words Jake uses makes your breath catch in your throat. 

Not that he loves seeing you or that he loves spending time with you, but that he loves you. 

“Jake, I-” You swallow, unsure of what to say to him in response. 

You’re sure that your feelings for Jake had evolved to love, but you weren’t sure if he reciprocated them and certainly had not expected for him to say them first. 

And you certainly hadn’t expected it to be while he was drunk, whiskey scent strong on him. 

Jake, however, does not seem to sense the gravity of his words as he pushes himself off of you and wanders into your apartment. You shut the door behind him, still feeling a bit dumbfounded. 

“Hey, do you have any- Found it!” you follow him into your kitchen, where Jake is triumphantly holding a jar of Nutella. 

“Jake, you don’t even like Nutella.” The blond frowns at the jar, as if he’s trying to remember if that’s true. “Why don’t you just come sit on the couch with me?”

Jake abandons the jar without a second though, plopping himself down on the furniture. You let out a sigh, feeling all kinds of off-kilter before moving your laptop to the coffee table before slipping back underneath the blanket and holding it up for Jake. 

It takes some shifting and adjusting but he ultimately ends up sprawled out on your couch, head resting against your thigh. 

“This is a good episode.” He murmurs and you glance back up at the TV. After watching for a few minutes, you realize it’s the episode where Hawkeye and Trapper are replacing Henry’s desk. 

You let out a chuckle. “It is.” 

Jake hums against your skin. “I love you.” He whispers on a breath out, so quiet you’re sure you aren't meant to catch the words. 

It makes your heart stop again as you wonder if you’re meant to say them back. 

Not like this. Not when he won’t remember come tomorrow. 

-

The volume of the TV is soft, the laugh track quiet as Jake’s breathing slows. He’s fallen asleep against your thigh, you realize, as your fingers gently card through his hair. 

Your phone buzzes from underneath your leg and you’re careful to not disturb Jake as you adjust to pull it out. You smile softly as his features soften as you begin to scratch his scalp. 

That smile fades as you squint at the text preview on the screen in front of you. 

hey, i’m really sorry to be the one to tell you this but i think it’s better if i tell you before you hear about it from someone else

You frown, feeling your fingers slow in Jake’s hair as you quickly unlock the device, opening it to your text thread with Bradley. 

The bubble pops up a few times as the TV goes to commercial before you mute it entirely. 

When you look back at your phone, your stomach drops at what awaits you. 

there’s a rumor going around jake hooked up with another girl at the party tonight

and i think it might be true

i’m really sorry

[twsthc]

savanaclaw headcanons and projection 🦁

...this is what the poll from like last week was for. sorry heartslabyul and diasomnia fans teehee </3

⚠️ warnings: self harm, eating disorders

last updated: may 4, 2024

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR !! 🦁🥩

🇲🇱🇹🇿🇰🇪 UNLABLED + INTERSEX TRANSFEMNEU (she/him)

APPEARANCE HCS:

Leona is actually the twst character I've drawn the most

I hc all beastmen to have fur everywhere thats elastic and akin to mink skin

You know the texture of squishmallows? It's like that.

╰Doesn't include the thick hair in other places (head, facial, armpits, chest, pubes, etc)

Lots of scars in general + healed dermis self harm scars on thighs

Has a flat nose like a cat

RANDOM HCS:

Savanaclaw mom/big sister...

Overstimulating thunderstorm? Go whine to Leona. Diasomnia students bothering you? Get leona to deal with them. Your food is too hot? Cry to Leona.

During freshman year she was way more outgoing and extroverted but eventually She mellowed out (depression moment)

She used to change hairstyles a lot before settling on freeform dreads

Also got into way more fights back then (also how she became housewarden)

Now she is (kind of) calm. Tranquil. At peace. Has depressive episodes. Relaxed.

Mostly does her own thing, and if that "thing" isn't sleeping it's some other bullshit the underclassmen roped her into

SHE CAN SEW AND MAKE JEWLERY

��While wandering the castle one day, Leona stumbled upon the servants quarters. They taught him life skills (mending clothes, cooking, etc :3)

Despite being a big sis figure if she doesn't want to do something she Will Not.

And if she does do it afterall it's because she gets something out of it.

NPD, GAD, PDD (persistent depressive disorder)

RUGGIE BUCCHI !! 🍩🌼

🇺🇸🇧🇷 UNLABLED + TRANS MAN (he/him)

APPEARANCE HCS:

Similarly to Leona he has a furry textured skin

Though his body hair is more coarse and longer due to him being a hyena

He has a lazy eye and tipped ear similar to Ed from The Lion King

Probably my second most drawn twst character :3

Healed epidermis self harm scars on inner wrists 🥶

RANDOM HCS:

He's like the cooler afrolatino Luke Blovad

He's either winning the idgaf wars or dying on the battlefield

Has an insane collection of weird shirts from thrift stores

And he makes it work every single time! his outfits go crazy!

More connected to his AADOS/Gullah side than his Brazilian side

Though he does speak Portugese!

In fact, he speaks multiple languages because polyglots are marketable

The type of person to take a half empty bottle of ketchup and rotting apple from an empty ass fridge and make dinner happen

Constantly going to Scarabia to snag their party leftovers

Used to be a scene kid!!!! This is canon and true!!!! Pls trust me

diabetes, GAD, MDD, undiagnosed ADHD

triggering content ahead !!

he has bulimia nervosa

╰fun fact! a lot of food insecure people have eating disorders

self harmed a lot from the ages from 10-12 before eventually stopping at 13

he stopped after his grandma found out and started checking his arms regularly (#projecting)

JACK HOWL !! 🐺🌵

🪶🇪🇬 PANROMANTIC ASEXUAL + GENDER CURIOUS (he/they)

APPEARANCE HCS:

WAY thicker fur than leona and ruggie

Trims his body hair a lot because he overheats in savanaclaw easily

RANDOM HCS:

The type of guy to be totally in love with the world and nature

They're just like. Wow. We were put on a spinning rock. With food to eat, and water drink, and air to breathe. I love being alive.

Had a little garden back at home and named every single plant

Remembers small things about people and brings them up in conversation

╰Hey dude I got you a Chipotle bowl. How did I remember your exact order? You told me. Yeah, I know it was a year ago, but--

Random but I think he dresses how Tupac did

Not even to be tough

But because he's a black suburban kid

(I'm a black city kid but this is probably how black suburban kids dress trust)

Loooves chewing on things. Has one of those chew necklaces

Autistic with botany and physical health special interest

[oldmanenjoyer]

How would you write Peppino calming Y/N down from a panic attack (if you're comfortable writing about that, dw if you're not)?

Peppino is very much versed in panic attacks. He’s had plenty of them himself, so he knows what helps, and what probably won't. He doesn't touch you, well aware you no doubt feel feverish and pained. After all, you had been in and out of the bathroom thrice now.

"Cara mia. . ." Peppino murmurs to you. You can't manage much of a response, curled up and sweating on the kitchen floor, the only place cool enough for you. "Povera piccola. . ."

Peppino lowers to the floor beside you. Your face is pale, like your blood is all gone. It worries him, but he forces a deep breath. You copy him, to his slight surprise, but it's a good start.

"Breathe with me, cara." He encourages you. You watch him take slow, deep breathes, parroting him after a moment's writhing. "Good, good. . ."

Peppino strokes back hair from your face, wincing when he feels the heat you radiate. He fetches you another glass of water, yours too warm for his liking, which you sip on as you continue to copy his breathing.

"I'm-a sorry you are feeling this-a way." Peppino apologizes, unsure of what else to do. "It is no good. And it has made-a you so sick. . ."

He frets when you wince again, curling up some. Luckily, you recover without anymore trips needed. Peppino would've helped you back, held your hair or rubbed your back, despite your soft protests. He knows you must be so embarrassed; he tends to be after episodes like these.

But you're so brave to allow him to help you, even by just bringing you water and keeping you company. He's thankful he can be here for you how you've been there for him so many times before.

"I should-a call Gustavo." Peppino says, mostly to himself. "Brick would be good for you!"

"Too hot." You whine. It makes Peppino jump with a squeak, but he's glad to hear you talking again. The silence is far worse. "Bleh. Sorry, Pep. . ."

"No," he quickly scolds you, "do not apologize! You are sick! It's-a no trouble to take care of you!"

You smile, and it's the sweetest sight Peppino has seen all day. He smiles back, a little strained, but relieved to see you looking more lively now. He wants to move you somewhere more comfortable, but you're still sweating, no doubt still very hot. So that will have to wait.

"Once-a you feel cooler, you can lie-a in my bed." Peppino tells you, rambling now that he's sure you can hear him. "I will-a make it nice for you!"

You smile again.

"I can-a do whatever you want!" Peppino continues, encouraged. "I can-a rub your back, or your stomach!"

"Will you talk to me?" You ask him, voice hushed but laced with fondness. "I like listening to your voice."

Peppino blushes a bright red. It's amusing to see, and makes you giggle, despite the pain in your gut and the compression in your chest. His stammering distracts your anxious mind, and you slowly start to relax into the cool tiles of the kitchen.

By the time Peppino can gather back his composure, he notices your eyes are closed. You're smiling still, but you're body is relaxed, almost slacked.

"Cara mia," Peppino murmurs again, pulling you closer, into his arms, "poor-a thing."

You reach for Peppino, winding your arms around his neck as he lifts you up, carrying you to his bed for well deserved rest. You'll apologize again later, when you feel better, though you know he'll shush you again.

It's nice, being cared about. Peppino's stories about Italy and his restaurant and his time in the tower all ease your body down from its panic. You fall asleep to his talking, unaware of how fondly he looks at you as he tucks light blankets around your form.

You also miss the kiss he pecks to your forehead without thinking, and the subsequent panic over it. Poor thing indeed.

[redheadspark]

I am so excited for the new prompt list!

Can I please request Druig from MCU Eternals with #12 w/ #13? I didn’t know if you were okay with both prompts being requested together, but it’s alright if only one of them is written out!

Happy summer!

A/N - Very perfect for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, dear! And also, this is for you @basicrese since you requested this too :)

Peace

Summary - Druig is shown your safe haven

Warnings - Just some fluff :D

“Where are you takin’ me, luv?”

“You’ll see,”

Druig chuckled as you were tugging him along out of the Domo and down its ramp.  The cooler summer evening was such a relief compared to the recent heat wave that came through the area.  The small wind that swept in and touched the trees made being outside more bearable.  You had to wait until the temperature was low enough to finally be outside again, though heat and cold was nothing to an Eternal.�� Still, the place that you wanted to show Druig would be better in a cooler temperature and without the sun beating down along your backside. 

Out near one of the major cliffs that overlooked the ocean, you were walking along a well worn path that you helped create with your constant walks.  Druig has never been in this area before, he mostly stayed near the village and by the Domo.  It wasn’t that he hated nature, he was more prone to being around humans and helping them out.  You on the other hand loved being out in nature, amongst the tall trees and breathing in the sea salt air.  Nature was in your blood, everyone else on the Domo knew that and never defied it.  You’re even made your own little safe haven near the ocean and away from prying eyes.  

Now you were taking Druig to see your haven, which was a big step no doubt.

After going on a few smaller hills, there was a small tittle clearing that was nestled along the cliff walls that had an amazing view of the ocean.  Druig was shocked to see the glittering waters of the oceans reflecting off the cliffs behind them, the cooling colors of the sand and grass, and what seemed to be a few large logs that were perched in a semi circle facing out to the ocean and its calming waters.  

Druig thought of it looking like a small slice of heaven.

“It’s the one place I go to to escape, or just have some alone time mostly,” You explained as you guided him over to the two large logs that were almost embedded in the loose dirt and sand beneath your feet. Druig was still looking around with wide eyes and in amazement, thinking of it as perfect for you in every way.  You were never one to be showy wit trinkets or gifts, not like Kingo.  Nor were your pompous in your powers and wished to have it be seen far and wide, not like Ikaris.  

No, Druig knew you were more humble and you loved to be hidden in the background with your own ability and personality.  Druig loved that about you, along with your shyness and your kindness to be helpful and have a service heart.  You two were so in sync with how you wished to be helpful and considerate to the humans, you were his own shoulder to lean on when he felt unheard by the others.  There was no doubt in his mind that you loved having your own time away from everyone else.

This place was perfect for you.

“I wanted to show you since I can tell you’ve been needing a place to clear your mind,” You explained to him, seeing him plop down on the log and smiled widely at you, “I know the Domo is to the ideal place for you to think and to be alone—“

“This place is wonderful,” Druig breathed to you, seeing your eyes going wide and a small smile on your lips.

“Really?” You asked, seeing him nod and squeezed your joined hands together.

“It’s the perfect place for you, and I feel honored that you are letting me see this,” Druig explained as he saw the look of relief on your face. Of course you were nervous to show Druig your sacred place, knowing that it was your own place for solstice and for meditation.  Sometimes being an Eternal was a bit too much for you, the pressure on your shoulders and the feeling of not doing enough to be up to par with the others.  Stumbling on this place a few years ago when you were on a solo walk, you thought of it as a place that you could run to or simply hide away in when things were a bit too much.

Apart from the company of Druig, this place brought you peace.

“You can use this place, if you need to.” You reasoned with him, seeing him smile and scoot a bit closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist, “It might be good for you to get some fresh air in your lungs.  Plus, you can bring your snacks here,”

“I would love to use this space, if that’s okay with you.  But I would love to use this space with you next to me,” Druig reassured him as he pecked you on the cheek, “And I know the perfect kind of snacks to bring.”

“Oh really, what kind?” You had to ask, Druig chuckling and shrugging his shoulders.

“I can’t really say, but Ikaris should keep an eye on his snacks that he cherishes,” Druig said in a snort as you smacked his arm with your own smirk on your face.

“Druig!”

“What?”

The End

August Prompt Session

[killersnarl]

// sfw alphabet for nine under the cut because i am sick and cannot work on cooler content rn 😔 go crazy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

as a baseline i’d say he’s a very affectionate person. he’s not afraid of initiating it either, even in tense or violent situations he can be very warm and cordial. in situations like these i think a lot of people can take it as a mockery or some sort of weird threat, which can be partially true, but not always. sometimes his comforts are genuine but just happen to scare the shit out of people, he doesn’t give up tho.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

i’ll say that he’s very elusive and just disappears for days at a time sometimes. he’s a very hard person to be friends with because he’s notoriously hard to get ahold of. you’d never know much about him or his life, but he’d end up knowing everything about yours.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

nine is naturally a very touchy person i think, that’s kind of just how he is, very into tapping on shoulders and such. when he does actually hold people though it’s very very lightly because he’s always conscious of how much force he’s using. he’s automatically very heavy handed so he really has to be aware of himself.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

there will be no settling down ever. he’s mediocre at cooking it’s definitely not that bad but he’s no chef, i would trust him to cook me food and not kill me while also having it taste relatively good. nine is a very very clean person so even though his spaces might be kind of cluttered sometimes he’s very good with cleanliness upkeep. i will say there’s at least 5 empty water bottles on his nightstand tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

the most horrible way possible actually. nine will do almost anything to convince people to dislike him because he loves self sabotage and ruining everything that makes him happy. no matter what he will find a way to make you leave him eventually.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

don’t even get me started on how deathly allergic he is to the idea of commitment

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

very much so. physically it can be a litttle difficult because he has to be very careful with how much force he applies all the time but he does his best and usually he does it very well, very soft touches. emotionally he can be very gentle with people which might be surprising, even if he’s dropping his whole murder monologue bomb on you he somehow finds a way to be very calm and gentle about it a lot of the time.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

nine hugs are warm and all encompassing. very very nice and cozy if nine hugged me i would immediately fall asleep. he’s very soft and cushy. and i think we all know he doesn’t mind people initiating physical contact with him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

genuinely do not know if he’s ever seriously told another human being that he loves them except for his mother. it’s not that he doesn’t like or love people, he just doesn’t express it that way. i think part of him thinks it’s embarrassing to the other person so he just never verbally expresses it seriously.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

there is not a jealous bone in his body actually i don’t even know if he’s capable of this. maybe when he was like 17 and always mad idk. it’s actually comical he is not jealous or envious of anyone he’s like 31 and has already accepted that he is a depraved useless person that deserves nothing.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

very good actually. he talks to them like tiny adults and they tend to like him cause he’s big and nice. i will say he might curse around them though because he forgets.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

this is assuming you’ll ever see the day where you find a way to wake up before he dips

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

it varies very heavily because there’s a lot of things that could be happening at night and some of those things are nice but some of them are scary.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

never ever. he will actually go to great lengths to avoid telling people about himself, his only interest is knowing about other people. he’s somehow mastered switching the topic of conversation onto others.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

nine has absolutely incredible patience and he does not get mad ever, not outwardly at least. there’s not really anything for him to be mad about regardless. he’s a very calm and patient person no matter how intense the situation might be, he’s really just never in a rush. however in his late teens he was very different.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything, more than you probably remember about yourself. that’s the one joy he’ll allow himself to have, knowing things about people and asking questions about them. it’s a little scary.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

we all know how nine feels about the concept of relationships

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

very actually. nine doesn’t want to be protected in the slightest, but he does want to protect other people. he doesn’t want any harm brought to people that haven’t done anything, but i will say that most people have probably done something in their lives.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

nine does not do dates or anniversaries or gifts. on a broader spectrum it’s not that he doesn’t try at things it’s just kind of that he’s pretty mediocre. if you asked him to draw a cat for you he would definitely do it but it would be ugly.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

okay well i would say the constant self sabotage and destruction is probably not good. and when i say constant i mean constant sometimes it’s so stupid. sometimes he’ll get his favorite soda and then give it to someone else just so he can’t have it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

very but not in the way you’d expect. he’s concerned because he wants to keep himself ugly and hide his face from people. he doesn’t really put any effort into making himself “pretty” aside from basic cleanliness and hygiene but that’s only because when it comes to his body he’s a complete clean freak. plus all his clothes look pretty stupid.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

no ! to be honest he will never feel complete because he will not allow anything to make him happy and he likes it that way. there will always be something missing and he’s destined to walk the rest of his life like that. he thinks of himself as some sort of pyramidhead like figure, some sort of executioner and purveyor of doom cursed to do this until he can’t walk any more. there is no suffering but there is no lack of suffering.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

i can’t make headcanons because i made him so here’s some ezzy made:

dad mannerisms. he makes the most heinous dad-like noises when he sits down or gets up.

exclusively wears those dc shoes with the tongue halfway up the calf.

nails and nail beds are disturbingly well kept.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

the one thing that really grinds his gears is people who are ungrateful to be alive. he’ll make you happy to be alive in the most unnecessary and gruesome way possible. he does not like it when people don’t appreciate the gift of life and living and he especially doesn’t like it when they attempt to throw that opportunity away.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

overall he’s a very sleepy guy and he does have a bad habit of taking cat naps and not having an actual sleep schedule. i think i can also mention his horrible snoring and sleep apnea LOL

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Before I post any art, I gotta say a thing. And I've told a few people already but I am gonna share it here, too.

TW; Anxiety (but like positive?)

At work I am quite well-known as "that person with anxiety". I think at most points, despite turnover rates of employees, at minimum 65% of all employees have seen me cry at work before. If they haven't, it's probably someone on night crew. The thing is though, it has it's really weird benefits? I'm absolutely not here to wish anxiety on anyone but when someone that isn't me has anxiety? A lot of coworkers will ask me to talk to the person in the middle of an attack because "hey you can relate".

And today all I had to do was listen to someone vent their work stress as she cried out back and vaped a little to calm down. Like, she didn't ask me to join her out back. A guy told me to go check on her so I did. And she just... let it all out. And as she calmed down and was about to go back in I told her "hey it's fine to feel better but if you go right back to where you were it's not gonna help anything. Go into the walk in cooler for a minute to literally cool off" and she paused and was like. Stunned. That it could be that easy. (note, the back? no AC. her station? the pizza station? ovens AND multiple people for body heat. outside where she vented? also hot!)

I just enjoy the fact that while it sucks to have anxiety, I've been there long enough to help multiple people through an attack because I'm just a small and little fella. The least intimidating person in the restaurant who has been seen crying more than any other worker.

I remember having my own anxiety attack and my GM at the time just walked over to me and stood at a slight distance and started to talk to me about a video game he'd been playing lately and when he left to get back to work, I felt better. He just ... rambled about something to distract me and it worked. I remember a manager who had real bad anxiety prior to working and had it under control who told me it was fine to feel anxious because your brain's stupid. And, as a restaurant, he's like "to your brain under an anxiety attack, you could have a line out the door or a lion at the door and it's the exact same sense of fear."

Basically, I haven't had super huge attacks at work lately but I'm still known for having them and for some reason, that gets spread around and no one ever acts like it's a defect. In fact, plenty find it relatable! And when I can help someone with advice I've gotten before or just distracting them with a silly story about the one time I walked in the back door and walked into the cooler and started to cry and shake and a manager found me and goes "did you even clock in yet?" and I shook my head and he told me to go home but after I sat in my car for a bit to calm down. It's nice to hear someone laugh when I tell them "so hey, at least YOU got to clocking in so you're getting paid to cry".

It's just wild how a little understanding goes a long way? How it doesn't fix anything but dang it really does help to just co-exist as "ah yeah I get that - do you want some water?"

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Felisjyta's voice came from behind her. "Well, this is a change."

Patrice turned around to see the knight looking at her with a small smile on her face.

"A change in what?" asked Patrice.

"Oh, everything. Can I join you?"

"I suppose." Patrice moved over on the stone bench to make some room. She was not in her usual cypress grove – the head gardener had forbidden her to go there until he had a chance to fix the damage she'd done to the grass. It was amazing how much bolder had people become now that she was dressed, as Maria would say, like a lady. Her temper tantrum the other day was still something of embarrassment, so she hadn't fought him. Instead she'd retreated to the water garden and taken refuge on a carved stone bench overlooking a waterfall sculpted from colorful pebbles. The garden was empty because the day was overcast, but still Felisjyta had managed to find her.

"I have something for you," Felisjyta said. "Hold out your hand."

Patrice complied and Felisjyta dropped something into her palm – a tiny dragon carved in white stone. "What is this?" She asked.

"Ondkame. Spirit stone," Felisjyta said. "In my country, when people die, we carve totems like these from it. The stone is very soft and will wear away as you carry it around. When the totem is no more, we say the spirit is at peace and mourning is over."

"Oh, thank you." Patrice didn't know what to think about the strange human custom, so different from the way dragons grieved. The tiny beast in the stone looked nothing like her sleek and beautiful mother, but she could not bring herself to refuse it. Instead she squeezed the stone and slipped into the pocket of her kirtle.

Felisjyta smiled again and settled down on the bench. "This country is strange to me in many ways, but especially because it is so hot," she said. "Even on cloudy days that heat doesn't leave. But it's cooler here next to the water."

Patrice nodded. The heat didn't bother her, but the cool breeze coming off the various water features felt nice. The air away from the fountains was more than hot, it was muggy and oppressive and carried the scent of rain heavily enough that even she could smell it. "It feels like a storm is coming." In the past she and her mother would've played on days like this, frolicking in the rain and mud until the winds calmed. Here, everyone was already hiding inside.

"Inside they say it will start soon, but everything will be dry by tomorrow," Felisjyta said. "Are you coming to the joust? I saw you yesterday at the carousel, but you had gone by the time I got out of my armor."

"I was trying to be Patrice. It was difficult to keep up. Did you make it through?"

It was Felisjyta's turn to nod. "Yes, I'll be competing tomorrow." She paused. "At first I wasn't sure it was you, but now I see I was right."

Patrice looked down. She was dressed much the same as yesterday, though today her kirtle was red and Maria had replaced the gold hairpin with a handful of small white flowers. "I almost do not recognize myself," she said. On this fact, Patrice had not yet made up her mind. Was this change good, or bad?

But it appeared Felisjyta did not need to think about it. "You look nice," she said. "And you stand out. Fierce colors like that suit you more than most of the women here."

"Including you?"

"With my hair?" Felisjyta laughed. She had laughed before, but Patrice had been too distraught to pay attention. Now, she could not help but do so. Laughter was the thing that reminded her the most of her mother, and although it came with a pang of grief, it was also the thing that made her feel most at home. Felisjyta's laugh was lighthearted and full, not as deep as Maria's but with a wildness the other girl's lacked. Patrice smiled as the sound reverberated around the water garden. Felicity seemed to notice, because her eyes twinkled as she spoke again. "Red clashes with my hair too much. My knight colors are strong blue and green."

Patrice thought back to the day before. There had been flashes of blue and green under Felisjyta's armor, she remembered now. Patrice was used to seeing knights in surcoats over their armor, but it seemed for these wargames they didn't bother with such things and wore metal breastplates instead. She hadn't paid much attention at the time. "I would rather dress like you than put up with this." She gestured to the gown with a certain amount of disgust. Part of her liked the way she looked in the mirror now, and that made the rest of her more determined to be angry about it. Patrice knew that she was acting like a hatchling snapping at her own reflection, but she didn't want to enjoy anything about the human world.

But if she had to choose, Felisjyta's loose cotton tunic and trews seemed much more comfortable and practical than these kirtles. Felisjyta also had on leather boots that she could wear outside without needing anything else to protect them.

"You'd look pretty like that too," Felisjyta said. She leaned back and looked up at the gathering clouds. "Some women have all the luck."

So far her observation of humans had been more to tell them apart from one another than to study them for their own sake. Felisjyta was a little like her mare: stout and compact. It was easy to tell she was from a bloodline other than the one that ran in this country. She did not really look like the ladies Patrice had seen, but with her short hair and square features, Felisjyta compared favorably to the male knights whom Patrice had heard described as handsome.

That was part of court life that Maria had explained. Men were handsome, or not, and women were beautiful, or not, and those words meant two different things. They matched no concept in the dragon language. Dragons were sleek and and graceful, beautiful certainly, but in shape they tended to be more similar than otherwise. Dragons were drawn to coloring and patterning instead. In that respect, Felisjyta’s startlingly red hair and bright green eyes were more pleasing than the pale blonde and blue that dominated this area.

"You look acceptable to me," Patrice said at last.

Felisjyta laughed again. "It's nice to know I can look for a partner among dragons if humans fail me."

Her voice was gentle and the remark was obviously meant in jest, but even so it hit Patrice like one of the arrows she had seen yesterday thudding into a target. She stood suddenly. "I am returning to my room before the rain falls. Good luck in the tournament."

The knight seemed confused by her abrupt departure. "Are you not coming?"

"I am unsure," Patrice said, and fled.

Friday dawned bright, blue, and hot. There wasn't a cloud in the sky now, but the moisture hadn't left the air from the evening before. Even Patrice felt antsy with the humid air pressing against her skin, though she didn't sweat and grumble as the humans did. Maria despaired to see her wear the black scaled cloak over her current kirtle, this one a deep honey gold that matched her eyes.

Maria despaired, but did not try to convince Patrice to leave the precious item behind. Instead her fingers made quick adjustments to the outfit. "You will get a good seat at least. You're a lady, and that means you can have one in the stands. Oh, and you'll want this." She tucked a folded square of fabric into the gown's pocket.

Patrice's hands dropped to the pocket, which also held the spirit stone Felisjyta had given her. "What's that for?"

"It's a handkerchief, but in this context it counts as a lady's favor," Maria explained. She caught a loose strand of black hair and tucked it back where it belonged under a snood beaded in red and gold. This had been their compromise, since Patrice still didn't want to wear a veil or headscarf. Maria actually was wearing a veil herself today, but the demonstration didn't change Patrice's mind any.

"A favor?" Patrice stood still while Maria made adjustments. She had already discovered that the maid's temper could be as sharp as dragon's fangs, and Maria didn't hesitate to display it now that she was much less afraid of Patrice.

"Male knights who compete in the tournament often do so under a lady's favor, it's good luck. I imagine Sir Leroy would vie for yours." Maria took a step back and looked Patrice up and down, admiring her handiwork.

Patrice stood between the mirror and the bed and tried not to be impatient as Maria circled her, looking for mistakes. She couldn't hide the annoyance in her voice. "I would not give it to him."

"I know, I know." Maria held up her hands by way of apology. By this point everyone was certain of Patrice's low regard for the knight who had brought her to court. He found her at least once a day, bringing flowers or small gifts or honeyed words. He seemed to think that he was entitled to her time since he had brought her all the way here, but Patrice paid him less attention than she did the statues decorating the halls. Even she could admit her patience with him was beginning to run out.

Maria took a step back, freeing Patrice from her vigil in front of the mirror. "What I meant is that you should give it to somebody else first. If you don't bring one at all he might try to get away with claiming it, even if you don't give it to him."

"If it is as necessary as that, I suppose I might give it to Dame Felisjyta," Patrice mused.

"It's not very common for women to fight under a favor," Maria said, her voice thick with amusement.

Patrice turned to face her servant and found the young woman hiding her smile behind her hand and taking deep breaths as she tried not to laugh.

"What?"

"Just you, charging past all our customs like a bull through a field."

Patrice chose not to respond to that. How could she help but break their customs when so many of them were so illogical? "Where will you be during the tournament?"

Maria finally got her amusement under control and dropped her hand. "As your maidservant, I'm expected to accompany you, Lady Patrice."

Patrice narrowed her eyes. She still wasn't good at judging humans in the way they judged themselves, but her ability had grown over the past few days. Maria was wearing a dark pink kirtle of a nicer quality fabric than usual and had braided her blonde hair into a pretty wreath around her head, which could just be seen peeking out from under her veil. She wore a necklace of painted wooden beads and had tucked a single pink rose above her right ear.

"You did not dress up so for me."

Maria blushed. "Patrice-"

"Not to worry, I can care for myself. Do as you like during the tournament."

Maria dropped into a deep curtsy. "You are far too kind to me, Lady Patrice."

"Nonsense," the dragon said. She gathered up her loose skirt and moved through the sitting room and out into the hallway.

She did not need Maria to guide her through the palace, but that's what the maid did. They joined the stream of nobles moving towards the arena. As they went, Maria pointed out things about the castle and explained them. Patrice took the time to look. She had been at the palace for several days now, but she had never truly seen it before.

Like in her room, the stone walls were hung with tapestries and paintings depicting different scenes. Each hallway had its own theme, such as pastorals, or former rulers, or hunting scenes, and those could be used to find one's way around.

Between the tapestries were windows made from bits of colored glass assembled to form pleasing pictures and patterns. The windows were small because, as Maria explained, many had started out as arrow slits used to defend the castle, but they let in plenty of light. Above each window was a candelabra made from intricate curling metal, ready to take over the task of lighting the way after the sun went down.

The only place left undecorated was the floor under their feet, but even that wasn't that plain. The pale gray stone had tiny chips of some glittering material in it, which managed to be evident even through the layers of sweet rushes laid out.

Maria stayed at Patrice's elbow, pointing out specific paintings or tapestries. Both women ignored the surreptitious glances of other noble ladies, some curious, some indignant. Patrice had not yet deigned to make or respond to any overtures of friendship from them. Instead she continued to watch them, as they watched her, each party judging the other and waiting for the right moment to move.

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OKAY if this is too much context for a request, I completely understand!! Girlie's got to try through ✨️✨️

So this is probably very out of character??? I am a hopeless Jakurai yumejo and at some point the line between headcanons and canon blurred you know?

Jakurai's kink is having sex in various places and knowing only the two of you will ever know about it. I.e. camping, discreet area near the lake on a fishing trip etc...

The request is Matenrou & Jakurai's fem!s/o rent out a cottage at the beach for a day, and at the end of the day once hifudo went back, Hakurai lead her to a little secluded area on this opd withered wooden landing that was seperated from the boardwalk in a storm or something years ago idk

There's trees hiding it now but it's still close to everything, he laid out blankets and towels earlier that day and there's lit candles, a view of the sunset, and Jakurai sheepishly trying to explain what he's doing here to s/o's surprise but interest

and then you know they donk the bonk. ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

IF THIS IS WEIRD OR TOO MUCH I SO GET IT. I DONT KNOW WHY MY BRAIN RANDOMLY ONE DAY DECIDED THIS ABOUT HIM IT IS COMPLETELY BASELESS. OOPS ALL HEADCANONS love your writing hope you have a good day!! ✨️✨️

THE WAY YOU PHRASED THIS WAS SO SILLY TO ME I LOVED IT/POS. LIKE, DONK THE BONK,, I'm rlly glad you like my writing and decided to ask for something,, I also wanna sadly say that I can see Jakurai being into something like this. . .

SCENARIO - You and Matenro decide to book out a beach cottage, but Jakurai has a rather odd request for you, but who are you to not except a request from your lover

PAIRINGS - Jakurai x Fem!reader

GENRE - oneshot, NSFW at the ending portion

The two of you, Jakurai and yourself of course, have been together for a long while now, and even now it's hard to find time together with the overlapping schedules and work hours. Though, this week was one of those times where you were both able to request work off and just spend a relaxing time together, able to just take work off and see each other's faces during a time that wasn't midnight when you both prepared for bed.

What a lucky coincidence that Doppo and Hifumi had their times off around this week as well, odd but it was quite a relief for the 4 of you.

In a somewhat celebratory manner that you all had some sort of break to be had, Jakurai decided to treat you 3 and himself to a small vacation near the beach, in a cute little cottage locationed near the said beach side.

___

"aaaaah the weather is so good out here today right Doppomin?" The happy bundle of joy called Hifumi bounced and wrapped his arm around Doppo's shoulder, gaining a weary and tired look from him, but he wasn't all the way annoyed, he was enjoying it as much as everyone else was.

Jakurai quietly chuckled to the two in front of you, poking at each other as they playfully bickered. You were just calming standing beside your lover, gently holding onto his hand with your left, and right holding tight to a small cooler that held snacks and drinks.

You were so caught up in watching the other two that you didn't realize the gentle tug on your hand, Jakurai offering a gentle smile to you as he took you down to the beach, lined with people relaxing or splashing in the vast ocean, although he took the 3 of you to a more relaxed and quieter place to set down a towel and peacefully enjoy your time on.

That afternoon was a peaceful one for the most part, besides the part where Hifumi wanted to drag everyone into the water, ending in Doppo getting completely soaked from the splashes that were targeted at him. You had only gently splashed him, but even then I don't think it was appreciated no matter how much you did it.

"Doppomine~! jeez you got so wet! how did you even manage??" "I didn't."

The time spent by the seaside was short spent as the sun was slowly setting and letting the pinkish red sky fade off into the blues. Doppo and Hifumi wanted to head inside since they both of them were soaked and needed a change of clothes, but Jakurai had a rather different plan set in place for the both of you.

"s/o, after we get changed, would you mind following me?" Jakurai's voice was soft, not that it ever wasn't, but it was a soothing feeling. You simply nodded and got changed into dryer clothes, pulling your long hair up to let it dry out.

After you were both done getting changed, your lover took your hand gently in his and took you out behind the cottage, blocking out the bright sun rays that were casting down from the lovely looking sunset. He lead you off to a small blanketed area, little lights were set up for when it became too dark to see your surroundings.

"Do you like it? I set this up earlier while you were getting dressed this afternoon" he gently smiled to you, gaining a soft smile back in approval "I love it! I dunno how you found time for this, but it's impressive!"

He lead you off into the already dark area, sitting down before pulling you gently and placing you directly into his lap, his legs crossed with yours overlapping, the skirt you had changed into draping down over your thighs. He rested his chin onto your shoulder, mouth gently grazing over your neck, hands wandering lightly as he tried to sit as still as you could for him.

"something wrong, my dear? you seem to be quite. .quiet~"

You whined under his touch, his hands continuing to wander and touch every part of you, one resting onto your shivering thigh.

"Are you cold? it can get rather cold out here at night,, how about I help you warm up, my dear?"

You didn't know how to respond to his requests, so all you did was nod sheepishly up at him. He softly smiled and slowly moved your legs so they were separated against his body, his knee's holding one up higher than the other one "just relax,, I will make sure you warm up nicely"

He moved his fingers past your body, hands trailing to your lower abdomen, moving aside any undergarments' you were wearing to move his fingers closer and closer.

You whined out as his fingers slowly entered you and moved your insides aside for him to work his heat into you, the cold and frail body you had only shivering from his warm hands covering your cold existence. He worked himself deeper into you, gaining piles of reactions from you, legs wobbling and shaking.

"is this warming you up dear? I wouldn't believe you if you said it wasn't"

It was minutes before he actually stopped, finally releasing his imprisoned fingers, holding you up and removing parts and pieces of his own clothing choices. He softly spoke unspoken words into your ears as he entered you, spending no time at all to be your personal heater, making sure to touch every part of your insides and speak his warmth with you.

I hope you enjoyed! sorry if I cut it a little short.

[theowritesfiction]

'The Desert'

Full disclaimer, I know how much Appa means to Aang. I understand the loss of a pet only too well. My first cat went missing when I was 11, and it returned four days later badly injured and the vet could only do the merciful thing. Appa is more than a pet, Appa is a companion, family. But even with all that in mind, I don't sympathize with everything Aang does in this episode. Sorry, but I have no sympathy for Aang lashing out at Toph. Aang gets 40 Jerk Points.

I love the way Katara immediately takes charge of situation after Aang storms off to look for Appa. (Which isn't something I blame him for. That's totally understandable.)

I think people have already pointed out how Iroh treats someone like Mongke with far more civility than his own niece. Must be the camaraderie between old warmongers. Also, the old fart is clearly milking it and exaggerating the injury Azula inflicted on him.

Sokka is right back to being a comic relief, but at least his cacti trip is hilarious. Katara is the absolute star of this episode. Everyone around her is useless or has given up. Sokka has put himself out of the commission, Toph is lost and confused in the sand and Aang has lost his will to go on. The moment when Katara goes fuck it, I'm getting all of us out of here is like... my love for her encapsulated. Even though Katara has seen a desert for the first time in her life, she is the only one with the presence of mind to travel during the night when it's cooler and to use the stars to guide them towards Ba Sing Se.

Katara having another clever idea to collect water from the cloud and asking Aang to do it earns her Aang's ire and more lashing out. Aang shouting 'What are you doing?' at Katara... she's the one keeping you all alive, actually. You already know that anyone who's even remotely mean towards Katara earns Jerk Points. 40 more for Aang.

Iroh fraternizing with the other old White Lotus farts now just kind of irritates me. I hate this shady cabal of manipulative old men.

I'm afraid that the myth of Sokka's intelligence was badly damaged in this episode. Drinking the cactus juice, okay, I can almost understand that, but then after sobering up he immediately licks some gross yellow gunk from a cave wall? I have no words. Chew him out, Katara.

I loved the way Katara and Toph cooperated during the escape from hornet caves. Katara essentially calling out targets for Toph. They do work together very well. :)

The ending with Aang freaking out and going into Avatar State on the sandbenders is the kind of thing I can totally sympathize with. It's the going off on his friends that I object to. And Katara once again with a mom/big sister moment, having to calm Aang down.

A pretty heavy episode, but obviously one I really love, because Katara is at her best and absolutely shines in this one.

Jerk Points for Book 2:

Iroh - 510 Azulon - 300 Ursa, General Fong  - 200 Aang - 130 Zuko - 120 Ozai - 100 Toph Beifong - 70 Bumi, Lao Beifong - 50 Sokka - 40 Pakku - 30

[the-firebird69]

We have actually had it with Tommy f this is going to be a normal season as a matter of fact it's going to calm down because the water is going to be cooler and it's already happening and in a big way in Florida and we are going to take care of business this guy is a nuisance and it's very evil and a threat and he is after a son and shot him and the bullet connected three times we do not have any time for these people they are disposable the clothes are going very fast faster than the trumpsters and we are also meeting about them they are a severe threat now we must eliminate them the guy who checked our son out try four times to mess this car up and he was trying to have it done and it didn't do it at all and what we say is they're both trying and we're tired of it so we're taking all their abundant money and their funding and it was taking their computers and we do it every day but tonight we're going to take a ton of them this stuff they're doing is terrible and they're fighting each other it's so easy and we have to do this. I really they're awful people all these people are but this gross and he is worried anymore and it's stupid a****** talking to him is a bomb that's what he is now we're moving out and we're going to get stuff done and we're looking forward to seeing our son tomorrow at the mall and we have things going on and he's going to like. And Ken has some of the news and our son says why do you have news before me and he yells a little At him and says stand down. And Hera is actually excited it feels what it is and she's a little mad at him and since what is this so I got a free haircut or something free cologne I was trying to get that and Ken says no you'll see has something to do with your grandpa he killed over now he's fine okay good that's nice sophicles and that's his name and that's what he says and no he's alive and that was Ken. And he says this you always checking to see if I'm going or something no but it's funny people think so. And they have some stuff out of it but they kind of figured out tomorrow and it's things you can see going on a lot of strange things are happening and it will be a little odd but it will work

We're going to come back in a moment I'm getting into the meeting

Thor Freya

Olympus

[meimeikyu]

YIPPEE!!! RANT UNDER THE CUT (copy n pasted since im too tired to reformat it so it might read a bit wonky-)

so hes my killer version, n hes blind (doesnt have eyes, long story <not really) But since he is magic, magic to creatures that can use it is almost a 6th sense?

it exists outside of any of the regular senses, like sure you can visually see magic a lot of the time but there is a way to just. subconsoucsly detect it

most monsters dont realise it

however killer, being unable to see, but also still needing to be able to fight

got really fucking good at it

so he cannot see at all, but he can physically detect where the magic is coming from, and get the general idea of what it is (detecing magic type, intent in it ect)

n he usually uses that both in battle, but also just to navigate generally (since monsters can create magic, he leaves magic trails aorund the castle constantly that he can follow to know where like. stairs and doors are n paths n. yeah)

and since they are all magic, he can physically detect their different kinds of magic and souls for the others he lives with

i need to. figure out a way to show how this works but it is very hard to show how it would feel when it doesnt really. exist to people

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most monsters can detect like. the way a vibe or air kind of shifts when ppl use magic,, but to him its like. much more obvious if that makes sense (also there is kinda a temperature aspect since most magic is warm)

unless ur nightmare whos is very very cold and. water like. or ur dust and it is BOILING FUCKING HOT JFC DUST

So everyones magic is different, having different traits or feelings n killer is generally the best at sensing them Most magic has a kind of warm aspect to it, some is really hot, some is just warm, some are cooler, and even some like nightmares r ice fucking cold Different magic also has different. feelings? like visually they look different but like. magic has almost a vibe check (aka intent) if someone threw a magic weapon at killer, hed be able to tell (or guess) it was a weapon due to it having the intent to hurt or kill, vs a healing magic would feel calm and welcoming in most cases (intent can also affect the type of magic)

in a lot of cases if blind monsters use magic detection, they arent as good at it bcs they can at least partly see, even if its very blurry or just a bit But since killer is contantly in fighting situations n just. cannot see at all <not having eyes does that to u; he is like. extremely fucking good at it

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ok end ramblings yeah!! my au is silly n does not need to make sense to anyone but me bcs i make them for my enjoyment >:3c

hi do u guys want to see a maybe nonsensical rant i sent to my friend about my killer varient

[mlmxreader]

Nightmare Wrapped in His Shirt | Sierra Six x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: So we're both bored and the second heatwave is getting to us so how about some Six comfort fics. I've picked a few prompts that I like the look off, so have fun.

"That's my shirt, can you not steal it?"

summary: by pure luck and without much thought to it, you end up wearing Six’s shirt, and the way he reacts to it is something that you didn’t quite expect, as pleasant as it is. 

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

word count: 1670

Despite the heat, so horrid and so humid and so fucking sweltering that it was hard enough to move from the sofa, you did need to go shopping; mostly to pick up some things that Claire needed, but also because you and Six were running out of certain things. Mundane things, mostly, like tobacco and energy drinks and coffee. It was sweltering, though, and you weren’t really thinking when you grabbed the nearest shirt and tugged it on, running a hand down your face and groaning when sweat stuck to your palm, wincing as you wiped it on your jeans and shook your head; you took a look at the empty bed, smiling a little at how Six’s side was left pristine, and your side had half the sheet pulled up from the mattress, pillows in a wreckage, and the blanket crumpled and scruffy. You sighed, grabbing your shoes and heading to the door; Six was out in the garden with Claire, hitting the ball on the string back and forth as they talked. You figured it best not to interrupt the moment of sibling bonding, and grabbed the shopping bags before heading out of the door; you smiled a little to yourself as you got in the car, chucking the bags onto the passenger seat and plugging your phone into the aux cord. 

You went through your music library, humming a little to yourself as you found what you were looking for, your playlist made up of entirely Sabaton songs, you clicked the shuffle button and turned the volume up as ‘Race to the Sea’ came on; you started the little drive to the shop, singing along loudly to the song as you did so, even when you got caught in traffic, a hardly ideal situation in the middle of a heatwave, you still sang along. 

“For king and for country, we are flooding the river, our stand at Yser will be the end of the race to the sea, the last piece of Belgium’s free, we’re keeping a sliver, a cog in the war machine, October of nineteen-fourteen! See a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder, see a king and a soldier, fighting shoulder to shoulder, he overruled his commanders, he made a last stand in Flanders, we see our king and a soldier, they’re fighting shoulder to shoulder to keep the last piece of Belgium free, all the way, onto triumph or to judgement day, we will follow and we will not be led astray!” 

You were quick to find somewhere to park when you got to the shop, even quicker to grab a trolley and to go down each aisle to get what was on your list, grateful that they at least had air conditioning and that you could walk a little slower down the freezer aisles where it was cooler; you figured there would be no harm in grabbing some ice poles and some other little frozen treats, after all, it was hot and such things would be a fucking heaven send. You didn’t hang around, though, grabbing what you needed and finding a till that was a little less busy, quickly unloading everything onto the conveyor belt and packing it into the bags once it had been scanned; you paid as soon as you could and made quick work of getting back to the car, loading up the bags, and taking the trolley back before getting into the car. 

This time, ‘Dreadnought’ played, and you couldn’t help but to grin as you made your way back to the safehouse, you were certain that some people gave you less than kind looks when they saw you singing along at such a loud volume, but you didn’t really care. 

“Ahead the sea lies calm awaiting the storm, displace the water in its path, reveal the cannons, align the guns, unleash their wrath! Unopposed under crimson skies, immortalised, over time their legend will rise and their foes can’t believe their eyes, believe their size as they fall, and the dreadnoughts dread nothing at all!” 

You weren’t entirely sure how, but you had a feeling that it was probably because they had heard the music and your singing, but when you pulled up to the driveway, Six and Claire were waiting for you; they helped you to get the shopping bags in, but as he was about to grab the last one, Six stopped you. 

“That’s my shirt.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you shrugged. “I grabbed the first one I got to before I left.” 

Six clenched his jaw, grumbling to himself as he grabbed the bag and huffed; he wasn’t sure how to explain it, but the thought of you going out wearing his shirt… it made him feel just a little bit possessive. The fact that you were wearing his shirt, and that he knew it smelled like him, it was like somehow he still had claimed you as his even though he wasn’t there; he shook his head, dumping the bag on the counter as he helped Claire to put it all away while you parked the car across the road. 

It took longer than usual to find your normal parking spot, mostly due to the fact that it seemed as if some of the neighbours had been hosting guests, but you eventually managed to park near the end of the road; you made it back in one piece at least, helping the siblings to put the rest of the shopping away before Claire grabbed an ice cream lolly from the fridge and bolted outside so that she could have it, leaving you and Six all alone. He smiled at you, tilting his head to the side. 

“That’s my shirt, can you not steal it?”

“You want it back?” You chuckled, gripping the hem and starting to tug it up when Six pinned you against the counter, clenching his jaw and grumbling to himself. “What? You don’t want me to steal it, but you don’t want me to give it back, either.” 

Sighing, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I bet everyone in the shop knew it was my shirt.” 

You shrugged. “Why would that matter?”

“Don’t make me say it,” he breathed out, getting in your face so that his lips were just close enough so that you could feel the words against your mouth, hot and a little bit harsh. 

You smiled, humming softly as you squinted a little bit, almost like you were smug about getting him so fucking riled up, almost as if you wanted him to know; sure, it had originally been mere luck that you had wound up wearing his shirt, but as you looked at Six now, as you saw how fucking riled up he was and how you had definitely pushed a button you didn’t know had existed before, you couldn’t help but to want to play a little game with him. To see how far you could push the trained killer until he eventually snapped. To press any other unknown buttons that laid beneath the surface. 

Reaching out, you put your hand on his chest, watching him swallow thickly as he sucked in a harsh breath, lowering your hand and trying not to laugh at how he grumbled quietly, feeling him shiver a little when you snuck your hand under his shirt, slowly moving your hand up until it was resting right next to his heart; you leaned in, so close that your breath mixed with his, and you grinned. 

“You gonna say it now?”

“Fuck,” he grumbled, sighing heavily and grabbing at your belt, trying his best to remain at least a little calm despite the overwhelming urge to drag you upstairs and lock the door and show you how he was really feeling. “You’re gonna play this game?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you bit at the inside of your lip. “Originally, I wasn’t going to, it was just… luck that I happened to put your shirt on but… fuck, seeing you like this… yeah, I’m gonna play this game.”

“I hate you,” Six breathed out, daring to move his hand up to your jaw as he growled softly, his thumb on your cheek as he let two fingers rest just behind your ear, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “I bet everyone in that shop could fucking smell me on you.” 

“Probably,” you mused. “But I was sweating quite a bit so… maybe not.” 

“They all knew you were mine,” he snarled, his breathing getting a little heavier as he thought about it more. 

Everyone knowing you were his, and he didn’t even have to be at your side to prove it or to show it; he shook his head, biting at the inside of his lip as he groaned softly and let his hand fall to the base of your throat. Fuck, more than anything, he wanted to claim you with a kiss right there and then, but he pulled away, running a hand through his hair as he cleared his throat. 

“I better go make sure the grounds are safe,” he muttered, staring down at his shoes. 

You licked your lips, getting in his face and gently tracing his jaw, even daring to laugh softly as how his beard tickled your fingertips when you got to it. “At least kiss me before you do… for good luck, or whatever.” 

“Later,” he grumbled. “And don’t take that fucking shirt off.” 

“Oh, I won’t,” you beamed, daring to kiss his cheek. “Not until you tell me to.” 

Six grumbled, sighing heavily as he swallowed thickly and turned away from you. “You’re a nightmare, (Y/n).” 

“And yet, you’re here with me,” you pointed out. “And you’ll be cuddled into me later, if it’s cooled down enough.” 

“That’s a big if.” 

“Well, so is me taking off your shirt without your say so,” you mused. “But we’ll just have to see which happens first, right?”

“Nightmare.”

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[walkiingcandle]

Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)

YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U

I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭

ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!

Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader

🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯

Otis Driftwood 🍂

Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!

He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !

he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)

He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!

He makes you spooky theme art!

The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all

that's until you have a heatstroke

he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.

you and him will makes costumes together :)

10/10

Baby Firefly 🍁

Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)

Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!

she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!

you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)

now for the outfits,,

she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)

defo more concerned than otis

the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3

11/10 love her fr

Bubba Sawyer 🎃

sweet boy

I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum

so when you came along?

and you loved Halloween?

bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(

he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)

he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!

he l o v e s helping you bake treats

his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))

he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!

will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!

10/10 love him sm

Thomas Hewitt 🔪

Another supportive slasher!!

he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!

The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!

Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)

he is happy if you're happy

loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts

loves making you things in general

in his free time he helps you bake

his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3

he loves watching old Halloween films with you

would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat

water and cool rag on hand 24/!

12/10 I love love love love love him<3333

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)

but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)

definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around

I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(

he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!

he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!

his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!

Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!

he wears the same thing like sigh

if it doesn't

he may get worried

even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄

9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)

Bo Sinclair 🕸

he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do

it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it

would not help you make decor or sweets

would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)

his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!

he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station

he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo

he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him

7/10 for not making treats and decor:(

Tiffany Valentine 🕷

she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.

will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!

she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage

her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)

she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !

she dont really care about the fall clothes !

it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!

11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3

I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰