#headcannon format

[poisonioushearts]

Clara x kitsune + foodie reader? Like this reader loves to cuddle Clara, sit on her lap, or cook her food?

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Sypnosis/tags: fluff

Food and Cuddles

Whether you were more closed off before your esper transformation or not, you always had the feeling of either wanting to eat or sleep

There was no in-between

But now that you had a significant other you wanted to cuddle her and cook her food

Same two things, just with one more person- but you couldn't be happier

Clara is also equally as happy to be able to love someone again, that she found the someone that she needed

As a head medical ops chief, she has a lot of responsibility and sometimes she would barely have time to eat or have time to herself

You don't allow her to overwork as she sometimes used to

With a hum and a small skip, you'd hold some food in a container and knock on her door lightly

She smiles when she hears the familiar pattern and calls you in, letting out a small laugh as your ears twitched happily

It was routine where you'd bring her food that you made, then you'd pull up a chair and sit beside her to rest your head on her shoulder or lap so she can still work will you two just relax in each other's presence

She seems to be a bit more productive while you are with her than when you aren't there with her while she is working

She hums a small tune as she works and unconsciously gives you a scratch behind the ear, puts you right to sleep

When she's not working or you are at home, you are able to curl into her more, and you both make small talk

She tries to teach you some jazz, it doesn't go over well because it seems your tail likes to curl around either your legs or hers, ending up with one or even both on the floor

She doesn't mind that you are clingy, and appreciates when you know its best to back off for a while

You are both practically opposites

One is strict and doesn't always express emotion, and the other is energetic and clingy

She loves getting to try any new food you create and thinks your serious concentrated expression is cute

Thank you for reading! Roblogs are greatly appreciated.

[pfhwrittes]

you ever think about how price probably comes back off leave with his sweetheart with a telltale ginger moustache? because i damn well do.

(some 18+ john price x female reader thoughts under the cut)

like straight up cancel your plans and call in sick from work for the first two days john comes home because he is face down in your pussy from the moment he walks through the door. he’s dragging you to the bedroom and laying you out like a private meal on your shared bed (it used to be that he’d drop to his knees in front of the sofa and ask you to cradle this head with your thighs, but his knees aren’t what they used to be much to his eternal annoyance).

he doesn’t give a shit if you haven’t waxed/shaved/naired/whatever recently, in fact he’s delighted because he’s been trying to get you to embrace the bush for ages. forget trying to argue your case to “tidy up”, he’s been thinking about your pussy in every possible iteration for the last 3 days. he absolutely refuses to let you take it away from him now.

also i’d love to tell you that he calms down after spending two days making you come on his tongue (rip to your poor inner thighs and mons, that beard burn is no joke) but no. he’s waking you up every morning with his head buried between your thighs, he’ll coax you into riding his face as soon as you get home from work, he makes it his mission to get you to come on his face at least once a night before you roll over to go to sleep. (privately, you worry that john loves your pussy more than he loves you. but you can’t exactly complain about your partner spending hours a day going down on you to your friends without sounding like you’re utterly spoiled.)

anyway, all of this to say that when john’s leave is finally over and he’s back on base debriefing his team on the next threat to “world peace”, they’re all staring at his beard which has gone from it’s usual brunette to a bright fiery ginger around his mouth.

and if one of the lads (soap) makes a comment on it, he’ll get a smug, self satisfied glint in his eye as he tells them that he “had to give the missus my best” before moving on.

[bi-dykes]

Pink Squad 🎀

meme format not mine, from Pinterest

[exerzist]

when hatsume is asking aizawwa for details on the class for the simulation game (OVA) he gives oddly specific details- bakugou's temperament, izuku's rambling, momo's indecisiveness, kirishima making sure everyone is included, hizashi using radio puns in everything he says, snipe having a texan accent, denki having a short attention span, mina incorporating street dancing into her fighting style, izuku not winning against bakugou (& vice versa), bkdk having cali accents bc they least english from All Might's interviews in america ("Aizawa-sensei had given a plethora of knowladge about almost everyone in the hero course- including teachers. The only thing written down under his own name was the word decisive.")

[chururiii]

Aquarium date with Haruka Sakura ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I can’t stop thinking about how going on cute dates with Sakura would be so here are some of my thoughts <3

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 .

Firstly knowing his background I think it’s safe to say Sakura has never been to a aquarium, so expect him to definitely be amazed at this new place

He wouldn’t fully understand the appeal of it before going with you. “Isnt it just fish” is what he’s definitely thinking.

Any expectations he had before are blown out of the water (lol) when he finally gets there! He is standing like a kid amazed at just how many creatures he sees

In his moment of excitement, he would grab your hand to pull you along to stuff he sees without his usual tsun behavior. But TRUST once he realizes he is holding your hand that blush will be PRESENT !!

If you happen to have knowledge and love talking about sea animals Sakura would definitely do his very best to listen (he might not understand it all but hearing you excitedly talk has him unable to look away)

While he would run around at times trying to look at all the stuff, I think Sakura would also take a moment to just quietly take in everything. Just gazing in amazement at the sharks and fish swimming to beautifully.

And if you so happen to be doing the same He might even try to sneakily take a photo of you 🤭 he is too embarrassed to ask but with how bad he is with technology you would probably catch him (leading to him blushing up a storm)

He favorite animals were probably the penguins (simply my own bias i have decided he loves penguins). Sakura would spent ages looking at them zipping through the water.

Will definitely go full tsun if you buy him a penguin plushie but you can find him gazing at it trying to hide his happiness.

Overall this date is something he will definitely remember forever after all to experience new things with someone he loves makes for such great memories <3

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 .

First time writing something like this in this format but it was fun! So I hope you guys enjoy it too!!!

[bloodyserratus]

sneaky link!toji x fem!reader tw: smut, degradation, size kink, angst. wc: 330-ish

toji cast a sidelong glance at you. he really wasn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament with you. i mean, look at you.

you smiled, bright and genuine, as some guy teased you about something or the other. your eyes were practically shining at the motherfucker.

toji’s upper lip twitched. tch.

exactly how it came to be that toji got to have you on his cock every few nights or so…he really wondered if this was your cursed technique.

you’d made it very clear that no one was to know, but it was even clearer to him that you loved being split open and railed by his sizable cock. you loved when he toyed with your clit lazily until you were overstimulated and shuddering. you loved when you laid back on the bed and toji fucked himself deep into your throat. you loved when he hauled his massive body over yours and pinned you down, rutting himself deep into your inevitably creamy cunt.

“t-t-...toji,” you’d pant in his ear as your nails raked scratches down his wide back. you’d whimper and whine like the best, prettiest little cumdump he’d ever had.

“too big,” you’d clench around him when he first slid into you, but your coy eyes gave you away. you wanted toji to make it fit…and he always did.

he rolled his eyes when yours creased into semicircles…the sweetest eye smile. little did they know that behind that facade was one the most depraved little sluts that toji had ever had the privilege of sheathing himself in.

for a moment he considered throwing you over his shoulder and bringing you home. he shook his head. that wouldn’t do. it was only ever on your terms anyways.

“well,” he said to no one in particular and stood from his seat. he stretched ostentatiously for you before taking his leave. he wasn’t going to sit around and watch you flirt with some asshole, especially when he couldn’t even do anything about it.

[telleroftime]

Sleep and Cuddles ||| Bowser x Reader

Headcanons

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Headcanons for Bowser and his favourite ways to cuddle in bed.

Request - hops-c0tch : I saw you took requests for Bowser fluff and I came rushing in. May I ask for some hcs of Bowser and his fav ways to cuddle in bed?

Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Bowser Masterlist

A/N: Soft Bowser anyone? Thank you for requesting this because it was a blessing to come up with! I mixed in sleep too since it felt fitting and followed the train of thought, so I hope you don't mind. Plus, I hope you don't mind how I rambled and went into way too much detail.

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It took Bowser a while to settle comfortably with you in his bed. He wasn't sure how to lie down at first. Obviously, he can't sleep on his back because of the shell, at least not as well as he'd want. It's not that it's a terrible choice, but moving in his sleep becomes an issue. He'd much rather lie on his back when he is awake or when the bed is soft enough to sag underneath him in a way that doesn't leave him in an awkward position. Otherwise, when he does fall asleep, he wakes up with sore muscles and irritating aches.

Aches that remain throughout the day because massaging rigid scales to relax the muscles in his arms and legs is positively difficult.

The only other real options are his stomach and his sides, none of which are any comfort to him. At least before you appeared. His weight made sleeping flat down on his chest uncomfortable, but the best choice given his horns that liked to prod and get stuck on the fabric of the pillows and bedsheets. Once again, however, little to no chance at moving, meaning that there was always quite a bit of pains when he awoke again.

Sleeping on his side always took a lot of adjusting. At times, the hard shell would settle uncomfortably, tucking at his scaled skin, pulling down or being pulled up with the push-back of the mattress. Other times it was the horns that was the issue with no obvious way to rest his head without leaving a huge gap before his chest. Alone, he couldn't seem to find a good spot. His arm would bend awkwardly, or his head would sag with the gravity or tilt in a way to tensly accommodate the horns.

This all changes when you fall into the mix.

Sleeping on his side with you in his arms quickly became his favourite position. You gave him purpose, turning him into a large protective bolder of perpetual heat. He'd cradle you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. One arm would be curled above your head, like a wall guarding you from danger, his claws following your form but never really touching. Simply keeping you from straying away. Something that kept the warmth in.

The way it lay above you also allowed Bowser to have his head tilted in your direction always, resting on his own shoulder and observing.

His other arm would be draped over you, gently pulling you close to him. Close enough that you could hear the quiet rumble in his chest, like a permanent purr. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of flames drift from inside of him. Whatever that mysterious source of his fire was.

Close enough that you could hear the beating of his heart if you focussed enough. Not loud enough that it was the only thing you could hear. Just loud enough that if you wished, you could tune it out completely, or listen to it as if it was your own personal lullaby.

He'd always be careful when holding you like that. His sharp claws still in concentration whenever he ran them against your skin, making sure he wouldn't graze or cut you by accident. An almost new sense of control over his strength, one he hadn't shown to anyone before you arrived. He'd use the backs of them, those smooth curves that formed the long side of the arch, to caress you.

Allowing them to flow in a way that showed you he wouldn't hurt you. That eventhough he had the capabilities to cause pain, especially with how gruff and short-tempered he could be to the people below or against him, he would never be that to you.

He'd make sure that you'd know that though he was all rough and tough towards everyone else - towards you he was soft. He would never lay a claw against you no matter what.

You set off something animalistic in him. Something pure rage and fury never managed to achieve. It was that natural urge to protect, to ensare the world and hand it to you like any other gift. To keep you by him always, and to spoil you completely.

If you had your back turned to him, he would pull you up to his hard chest. At that point you would be encased by him almost entirely. His tail like a barricade by your legs. A large arm arched above your head. His other hand would be over you, or simply resting on your stomach in a way to keep you close. He'd hum or grumble or let out a small growl of content at the fact he turned himself into your armour in such a way that you could rest safely - talk safely - simply exist safely in his presence.

If Bowser was to be honest, that was his favourite way of cuddling. Holding you so close, so protectively. Holding you in a way that if something were to happen, he would be ready, and nothing - nobody - would dare lay a finger on you.

When he does lie on his stomach in bed, he makes sure to prop his head with the forearm furthest from you. It allows him to tilt his head enough to watch as you adjust yourself next to him. It gives his body enough of an angle to give you his sworn attention, and enough space to move his other arm.

In those moments, he ever so carefully cups your cheek, at least as much as he can given his much larger hands when compared to your head. Usually it's just a single clawed finger brushing against the side of your face. That, or he holds your hands in the palms of his own or even pulls you that much closer.

You are like a treasure to him, able to calm him down. He'd make sure you are comfortable, tucked in if you wished to sleep with a blanket or duvet. He'd spend hours just simple watching you, observing and memorising the way you breathe. Whenever his thoughts stray, he'd always pull them back onto you. A breath in and a smoky exhale out.

Laying on his stomach also allows for him to push himself upwards and spring to his feet the quickest if anything was to ever happen. Always ready for action and always ready to defend and fight for you.

Outside of sleep, if he just wished to simply cuddle when awake, though he would never verbally admit it, he would do so on his back. There is a sense of jovial humour in it. He'd wordlessly set you on his stomach, looking up at you with fiery eyes. His head would be propped against a set of layered pillows, angled up so even if he relaxed he would still be looking at you.

Though it's not much of a cuddle, he would keep you there. He would adore hearing your talk, or watch you sign, humming gruffly in that animalistic way to show you he was listening. In reality, no matter how much he wanted to focus on your story, whatever words you were discussing or rambling about, it would all be going through one ear and out through the other.

He would simply be keeping you there to watch you, teeth bared in a comfortable smile. Simply hearing and seeing you, and feeling your body weight on him. Knowing that you were there for him and that you chose him.

He'd also love sitting in bed with you, legs joined creating an uneven circle of pillows and blankets between them where he would place you. His huge form would sit there, head arched down and looking at you from above. If he simply wanted to know you were there physically, he would pull you into his chest, large hands on your body in a secure and safe manner. However, he understands that humans have boundaries, and he would always leave room for you to shake him off.

And if he didn't, he'd let you go instantly if he ever felt you struggle in discomfort. Learning his lesson from numerous times before that keeping you, or anyone else for that matter, against their will to benefit him alone leads to quite unfavourable relations.

In general, he absolutely adores keeping you safe - keeping you close and in his arms. He finds comfort in knowing you are so much smaller than his hulking form, and that he alone can keep you safe, even though he'd also continuously worry for how weak such a fleshy exterior is.

The thought that he can envelop you in his arms, or pick you up with ease and comfort makes Bowser humorously happy, though once again he would never admit it other than through a monstrous snort.

And here's some extra bits too:

Blankets? He doesn't use those. After all, a creature that can breathe fire can sustain its own heat. He knows that you cannot, and will always keep blankets close to his bed for whenever you choose to lie next to him. If you need something heavier, he has a duvet folded on a nearby chair he specifically requested for you. Made from a fabric that he knows you like.

Because of the shell, and more notably the large spikes on it, Bowser will never let himself be the little spoon. Never. Not only out of fear that he would hurt you or crush you, but the fact that when the two of your are sleeping - at that moment when you two are the most vulnerable - he cannot see you. He cannot keep and eye on you and he hates that. Now that he has you, he wants to make sure that you are safe. Always.

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Bowser Masterlist

[watcher-bones]

Had a thought:

What makes your lamb decide to fight TOWW?

Did they crave power?

Did they not want to die?

Did they feel betrayed?

Cuase I'm over here with my head stories, and my Lambs reason was cuase she grew a conscious.

She didn't want to be the Bishops, taking life needlessly. So she sought redemption for all of them.

Aka, she is getting this dysfunctional family therapy.

[drinkingmelonwater]

I’ve been seeing a lot of fanart depicting different members of the s&co crew with glasses, and was curious what the public opinion is

[dufferpuffer]

Can I ask what your Sirius Black Sex headcannons would be? I read your Snape and Lupin ones, and they were written SO well!

Oh my god I wrote a whole thing out and I was proud of it and then the draft vanished Sirius Black is hard for me (heh) because he doesn't live in my skull, he just visits from time to time. He's a dear, always brings a gift... Sometimes he does the dishes.

...That's exactly who he is: A dear. Thoughtful, kind, sweet... far more genuinely than Remus, who tries hard to please others. Sirius only does what he wants to do. He isn't a doormat, he isn't proving himself, he isn't trying to impress - he just exists as he is. That's all he has ever had to do. He's always been 'good enough' for the people he cares about - and the people he doesn't care about he ignores. His heart is an open book. He expresses his true emotions brazenly. He faces all issues head-on. You always now what you're getting into with Sirius Black, because he will make it clear. (In comparison: -- Remus Lupin lies. He wears mask after mask to hide how he feels. He avoids dealing with altercations - even if it means letting things he thinks are wrong happen. -- Severus Snape is naturally much like Sirius - but it has been crushed. He has closed his book and holds it close to his chest. He has learned to hide the emotions he doesn't want to display under masks. He still faces issues head-on, but he has learned the value of sometimes waiting and watching to make the best move.) So he is genuine. He is honest. He can be as serious as he is playful. He is wise, too - he has experienced true suffering just as he has experienced true connection. He fights on behalf of other people, even at severe cost to himself - and he doesn't back down. Mix that in with being tall, handsome, a little dark but incredibly sweet - and all the manners of being raised in a Pure-blood household, with none of the pointless formality... People often think he is more flirtatious than he actually is. He isn't flirting when he sits down and listens to your troubles, holds your hand and sympathizes, looks you in the eye and lists the good qualities he sees in you - despite only knowing you a short while. That's just who he is. He is the sort of man people emulate when they are trying to impress others. He suffers for that, as people think he is being fake and manipulative. He is 'too perfect' for his own good lol

He charms people by being himself, they lust after him... and when they realize he 'didn't mean it' they get insecure and blame him. ...Romantic/sexual relationships are such a hassle... It's difficult to actually connect to someone when you're known for being a 'heartbreaker'. It's hard to feel confident in yourself in that way, when people assume you have mountains of experience you don't actually have. He isn't typically an insecure man at all, but... How does he express interest without it seeming fake when his natural honesty feels fake to others? He has always been 'good enough' at everything - and yet at 35 his experience in this one area is still in its adolescent infancy. How do you portray sincerity when you're always sincere? He's semi-sworn off the whole idea. It's not something he seeks out. Sexuality wasn't something he missed much in Azkaban. He missed genuine connection more - he values friendship above all else. A dementor at his door at all times - he didn't have strength to dream of anything as grand as touch... he was too busy dreaming of basic comfort. (The desire for intimacy/romance with someone is perhaps the only thing he would mask and hide. He has more important things to do, after all... no need to complicate things with heartbreak. But he isn't good at masking things. It eats at his soul.) If he were to engage with someone they would already be close, already special, already understand him. I'm not sure if he even CAN feel attraction to someone he isn't already loyal friends with. What does this mean for intimacy with him...?

He agonizes over 'doing it right' when he confesses desire. He isn't usually like that, he has never worried about studying for tests or impressing people - but he NEEDS to get his point across when it comes to this. He doesn't shy away from extravagant displays of love- he thinks they are fun. 100 bouquets on Valentines day? Hilarious to give OR to receive. But a confession? That's not fun. It's serious. He doesn't know any other way to emphasize his earnestness, to PROVE he is sincere, other than to go BIG. He will back out last minute if 'the vibe isn't right'. (It's not lost on him that extreme actions might have the opposite effect, and it's probably best to just take them aside and speak heart-to-heart... but it is hard to trust that will be enough when he is always speaking to people heart-to-heart.)

He is touch-starved. Once he is allowed to touch someone he is clingy. His hands are ALWAYS somewhere - preferably on skin. Holding hands, resting atop your shoulder, on the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, holding your hip with his fingers gently feeling inside your shirt or in the top of your pants... It doesn't matter how many seats are free on the sofa, he is leaning against you, putting his arm around your shoulders or seating you on his lap, or sitting on YOUR lap. He looks like he is being overly protective, and maybe he is a little - but he values touch. Even as a dog. He will lay down and snooze while his tail wags softly against your leg - or flop his head on your thigh and beg for pats...

...That leads to intimacy just being a part of daily life. He doesn't differentiate much between cuddling on the couch and having sex on the couch. To him, sex is less of its own special activity and more of an extension to other activities. That takes the pressure off of him to perform, too. He knows he is inexperienced - and there's no expectations if its just a cuddle that happens to include his dick or ass. He is a switch.

But he DOES perform. He does everything he can to make sure you are satisfied even if it means his own satisfaction is neglected. If he finishes too fast because he struggles to hold on: He will keep going until he is physically unable, then switch to his hands or mouth to try and finish the job. If he struggles to finish because he is too used to his own hand or its just something he struggles with in general, depression and PTSD is a bitch: He doesn't even care. He will stop when his partner has had enough. He is emotionally satisfied by their satisfaction. Blue balls don't bother him anymore, not after everything he has gone through.

...Though he will never turn down being pleased, if its offered. It's just not a priority. But there is something special about having a mouth on his cock. Something about being able to look into someones eyes while they warm him and show him affection. (You'd think a 69 would be perfect, and he does like it - but if he is giving pleasure he wants to be able to focus on it fully. He prefers the focus simple oral allows. Also he is tall, and unless his partner is also tall this can lead to problems.)

He is so good with his hands. He becomes good at everything, because he is dedicated to learning - a good kisser, good at oral, good at fucking - good at being fucked... Every encounter is a chance for him to practice. But his hands... he doesn't just touch, he feels. Holding hands is an intimate experience because he enjoys it so immensely. He savors every texture, every bump and blemish a precious treasure. Just feeling along your body is enough to make his breath shudder. No matter what else he is doing, sexual or not, his hands are feeling and stroking and gripping and enjoying. He is very familiar with them, having spent 12 years staring at them. After only being able to perform magic with his fingers rather than a wand. After only having himself to hold and pretend someone was here to comfort him.

He gets off to enthusiastic consent. He might push the envelope sometimes 'come on, Darling... you can take a bit more for me...' but the moment he feels like his partner is uncomfortable he doesn't get a dominating power kick - he gets concerned. It would take him a long time to warm up to anything that includes discomfort, even intentional discomfort.

He cant stand wishy-washy shyness. Someone being meek, who needs him to do everything, unsure about things... (He couldn't stand Remus. Even if he understands why Remus acts this way - it squicks him out.) ...He doesn't want to feel like he is taking. He wants to give.

The biggest betrayal in his mind is to be lied to. He cannot understand why so many others aren't as open and honest as he is. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't like that? Why did you pretend you did?! 'So I wouldn't feel bad'?? well I feel WORSE now!!!' Putting on a fake smile is the biggest insult he can imagine. He is being honest every single day of his life - and his partner is hiding their thoughts and feelings from him?! He is very patient and accepting. It doesn't matter the kink, fetish, desire, exploration, secret or issue - if his partner is open with him about it he is happy to try. He is happy to talk it out.

He is Poly. It's rare for him to like someone, and he is too loyal to ever cheat - but he is open enough with his feelings that if he DOES happen to like someone else he will say so. Having two or more people to cuddle with? At the same time OR separately? He literally can't think of anything better. That goes the other way, too - if his partner likes someone else he is the first to jump in and suggest they go for it. Champion Wingman. Even if he isn't a part of that second relationship. As long as he is loved and understood - he wants his partner to be happy. ...This doesn't help his image of being a flirtatious playboy. But anyone who thinks that doesn't matter as much to him as his partners, or his partners' partners.

He hates being bored. Being bored brings up memories. Being cold brings up memories. Being alone brings up memories. It can be difficult, locked in a big empty cold lonely house where every wall seems to hate him... He'd rather have sex than be bored. It's better than booze - though drunk sex sounds like an adventure! Since sex is an extension of other activities for him - he inserts it everywhere he can when things get quiet. It's entertaining AND fuels his desire for touch. He loves a good quickie. Leaving a meeting to use the bathroom...? He's right behind you to push you up against a wall, just because it seemed like a fun idea to sneak around.

Is this accurate...? It's how I see him, at least. Sirius Black genius' are welcome to confirm/correct/deny/expand.

[poisonioushearts]

Any headcannons about self aware falken?

3/12: Typing this on my computer bc my phone fell in the toilet-

3/13: I semi crashed my mom's van, and my phone is working okay

I'm a walking disaster

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Self-aware Falken(and being the player's favorite)

The other espers aren't surprised you picked the Union Ops Commander

He will do anything in his power to defeat the enemy in a timely and quick manner so that nobody else gets hurt

Even if you can revive them, he wouldn't have it

He would rather be the one to die instead of them if anything because he is the Ops Commander, it's his job to lead the others

When others do die in his presence, he just feels upset and the others have to reassure him that it's okay

He's one to space out, but when he is in battle or on a mission he is never spacing out

He's not really one to communicate freely since his communication skills are lacking, but as time passes when he is with the others in his team he gets better! (depending on who it is)

Put him with members of the Shadow Decree or certain bounty hunters and he is silent

He will try to keep them alive and well because it was your choice of a team, whatever you think is best...

He is used to facing his problems and difficulties alone, you don't allow that

Often you have a team of five, so he can't go at it alone and those in the team also won't let him fight the enemy alone

He's not mad if you pair him with Sander, he's kinda sad

Reliving those moments of his ex-friend's betrayal

He's highly honored that you chose him and a bit surprised at your favoritism

But his not complaining

As long as the job gets done

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[pfhwrittes]

title: citations needed (on ao3 here) pairing: none. characters: kate laswell, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kate laswell's wife and kyle "gaz" garrick's mums. rating: T

word count: 1.1k

cw/tw: swearing, alcohol, texting fic, basically a crack-fic.

a/n: a series of various text conversations documenting kyle “gaz” garrick’s evening as his mum’s plus one at an academic fundraiser. my eternal love goes to @gemmahale, @stuffireadandenjoy, @syoddeye and @391780 for encouraging this utter nonsense.

[Gaz has created a new group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Soap Suds has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has been added to the chat Cap has been added to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Boss Lady has been added to the chat

Gaz: SOS. EMERGENCY EXFIL REQ. IMMEDIATELY.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: 👀 Boss Lady: It’s not that bad Kyle. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Gaz: CAP I WILL DO YOUR PAPERWORK BY HAND IF YOU SEND A CAR IMMEDIATELY. Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: wats going on 👀 ur maw’s thing not goin well?? Boss Lady: It seems that Kyle was unaware that my wife and I would be attending tonight’s fundraiser. Cap: And you didn’t think to tell him, Kate? - John 👍 Soap Suds: tell us more laswell 👀 🍿

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[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] 

Soap Suds: is laswell’s wife fit?? Gaz: Not now mate.  Soap Suds: ill pay u gd money to send me a pic 🥵 Gaz: You’re sick. Soap Suds: as a dog 👅 💦 Soap Suds: please???

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[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR] 

SR: Stop adding me to the chat you twat. 

– 

[A private conversation between JP and KL] 

JP: Send me photos of Garrick losing his mind. KL: Contact F&A and I’ll consider it.  JP: Done.  KL: Nice doing business with you John. 

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[A private conversation between two unidentified numbers] +447******913: kate pls can i have a pci of ur wife?? +447******913: *pic Withheld Number: No. 

+447******913 has been blocked

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Soap Suds: send us a pic of u n ur maw gaz Gaz: No. Cap: No - John 👍 Boss Lady: No. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has removed Soap Suds from the chat

Cap: Thank you Simon - John 👍

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[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Kyle: Why didn’t you say Kate and her wife would be here?! Mama: Shit. Don’t let your mum get into the red wine. Xx Kyle: Bit late for that!  Mama: LOL. Xx Mama: Good Luck! Xx

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[A private conversation between KL and JP] JP: How’s it going? KL: Remember Marrakech?  JP: Bloody hell.

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[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds] Soap Suds: add me back to the chat 🥺 Gaz: Busy.  Soap Suds: please 🥺

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[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  MacTavish: add me back to the chat 🥺 MacTavish: please 🥺

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[A private conversation between JM and JP]  JM: add me back to the chat 🥺 JM: please 🥺 JP: Never send me that face again  - John 👍 JM: 🥺 JM: will u at least tell laswell to unblock me??

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Cap has added Soap Suds to the chat

Cap: Sorry Kate. Lesser of two evils  - John 👍

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat Casper the Unfriendly Ghost has left the chat Soap Suds has added Casper the Unfriendly Ghost to the chat

Boss Lady: Boys. Enough. 

Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍 Soap Suds: sorry kate 🥺 Boss Lady: Never send me that face again.  Cap: LOL - John 👍

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[A private conversation between JP and KL] KL: Really John? 

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[A private conversation between MacTavish and SR]  SR: Pack it in you dozy cunt.  MacTavish: make me 😘

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: [Sent a picture of Gaz standing between two women with an uncomfortable expression on his face holding two empty glasses as they glare at each other] 

Soap Suds: 🥵🥵🥵 Boss Lady: 🤨  Soap Suds: i was talking about gaz!! Cap: Everyone looks very nice - John 👍

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[A private conversation between Gaz and Soap Suds]  Soap Suds: mate 🥵

Gaz has blocked Soap Suds

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] Boss Lady: Gaz, location.  Gaz: Seated at the table. Lost visual on Mum.  Gaz: You?  Boss Lady: Bar. Also lost visual.  Gaz: Shit.  Boss Lady: Call me.  Soap Suds: 👀

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[A private conversation between KG and KL] KG: Sorry signal is shit. Update?  KL: Visual contact confirmed. They’re talking to the head of the department.  KG: Together?  KL: Yes.  KG: … The bald guy?  KL: Affirmative.  KG: Are you still at the bar?  KL: I’ve ordered tequila.  KG: Order me a shot.  KG: Please. KL: Already waiting for you.  KG: You’re the best, Kate.  KL: I know. 

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED]  Gaz: [Sent a voice note where two distinct voices, one American and one English, can be heard agreeing with each other at volume as another third voice attempts to interrupt them. The English voice can clearly be heard to say “Oh, do fuck off Richard!” before the voice note ends.] 

Gaz: Shit. Didn’t mean to send that.  Soap Suds: kate is that you??🥵 Boss Lady: No.  Cap: No - John 👍 Soap Suds: mrs laswell???  Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: Professor Laswell you twat.  Boss Lady: Thank you Simon. Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: 👍

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[A private conversation between Wife ❤️ and Love Of My Life 💛]  Wife ❤️: Are you having fun, Darling? Xx

Love Of My Life 💛: [Sent a slightly blurry self taken photo of four people, three women and one young man, seated around a small round table. There are numerous empty glasses on the table in front of the quartet. Kyle is smiling with his face pressed close to an older woman who shares his same dark eyes. Kate is facing the camera but her eyes are directed towards the woman resting her head on her shoulder. Kate has a tiny smile on her face.] 

Wife ❤️: I can’t wait for you to come home. Xx

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[A private conversation between Kyle and Mama] 

Mama: Time to cut your Mum off LOL. Xx Kyle: [Sent a slightly blurry photo of two full shot glasses] Mama: Time to cut YOU off. Xx

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[A private conversation between Kate and S. Garrick] 

S. Garrick: [Forwarded a photo] S. Garrick: You all look lovely Kate. Xx Kate: Thank you. Brunch tomorrow?  S. Garrick: Absolutely. Xx

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[A private conversation between KL and JP] 

KL: [Sent a photo of Kyle with his head in his hands]  JP: The Christmas 2008 story?  KL: Yep.  JP: Brilliant. 

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[Group chat: SOS CODE RED] 

Gaz: [Sent a self taken picture of a woman with a wide but slightly tired smile on her face. In the background Kyle can be seen resting his head on the table, possibly asleep. Over her shoulder a pair of women are slightly blurred as Kate helps her wife wrap a pashmina around her shoulders] 

Gaz: Exfil requested? X

Cap: Of course - John 👍 Soap Suds: ur lookin very bonnie mrs garrick😘 Casper the Unfriendly Ghost: ETA 5 minutes. Will give you a hand with him.  Cap: Good lad  - John 👍 Gaz: Thank you sweetheart X

[softpawpup]

❛ i won't let you go again ❜ — 🩸 🌹 🌙

. . . . — agere / petre diabolik lovers headcannons !!

🩸 all the sakamaki brothers are regressors, yui caregives for all of them

🌹 yui is a big sister caregiver and a babysitter

🌙 the brothers put cute bandaids on yui after they bite her

🩸 theres a designated play room for the brothers to use when they're little inside the manor

🌹 kanato has the cutest little clothes and has a bunch of bear plushies but teddy is his favorite ofc

🌙 ayato is a bratty little, he throws tantrums and doesn't really clean up his messes but he cries if yui is upset with him

🩸 kanato will sing lullabies for his brothers at bedtime

🌹 reiji likes having tea parties with his plushes and toys, he doesn't like sharing with his brothers

🌙 shu has the comfiest bed with the best blankets and sometimes his brothers will sneak into his room when they're regressed to take naps

🩸 yui will tuck in each brother one by one for bedtime

divider from cold--carnage.

[lemongrass--tea]

chat ive acquired free time but my brain is super scattered

humbly asking for anything sdv related to draw or yap about 🙏

thanks chat🔥🔥

[looseleafteeaves]

Spine of Steel

Khaji Da cannot remember what exactly happened while they bonded to a host. Jaime is the 43rd to host them, and they still have no clue what EXACTLY happens. 

They know that the changes depend on the makeup of the biology of the being they inhabit. 

They know that they increase muscle elasticity and bone density and muscle density and the inherent durability of the host. 

They increase the capabilities of the optical organs, of the cutaneous, auditory, and olfactory senses. 

They optimize the production of chemicals, the dispersion of hormones throughout the body.

They twist the prey drive to fight. To fellow predator. To defend and attack and resist and take out the threat.

But they have no clue, outside of the programming, what exactly they are doing. What pain they are possibly causing, or nightmares that will linger. 

Khaji Da has never fit within a host quite like they do inside of Jaime Reyes. They feel and breath and think and twine all throughout Jaime’s body, in time with him. 

(They don’t like to think about what will happen when Jaime is gone. Jaime is not allowed to die. They fit far too perfectly to ever leave.)

Khaji Da has never regretted the changes they caused to a host. 

Khaji Da regrets the results that still affect Jaime from the event.

~~~

Jaime’s family has been pretty cool with Khaji Da, and the new effects they have on the family dynamic. They think that Khaji Da has gifted Jaime the confidence to stand up, tall, proud, ready to make his presence known.

They see Jaime’s straightened spine, and think “Ah. Jaime is growing up. Jaime is ready to be the man of the family.”

They do not see Jaime’s shoulders attempting to curl downwards, but being unable to shift his spine. 

They do not see how his eyes flash whenever something startles him. They don’t see how his curled fists flex with the need to defend.

They notice but force themselves to forfeit. Jaime is normal. He is. He’s just more confident now.

Jaime sees his family, and can read the approval of his straight spine, and his strengthened presence. 

He doesn’t have the heart to say that he feels less confident, if anything. He feels scared, jumping at shadows, paranoid of the people who stare at him and follow him through school. 

He can’t tell them that his spine doesn’t really bend unless his adrenaline is pumping and he is doing superhero work. 

He can’t mention how he feels as if his spine is lined with a rod of steel.

~~~

He is thrashing, as 7 burning points drill into his back. It feels as if someone is screwing something into his nerves, and liquid fire races along every part of him. He becomes hyper aware of every piece of skin and muscle and bone- every part of his body, whether he always could or not. 

He can feel something inject itself from the burning points, and suddenly the heat grows. He feels as if a supernova is trapped in his skin, in his blood, in his muscles, in his bones and organs and cells. 

He feels as if the heart of the stars have been compressed into him.

The burning begins to cool. It hardens, wiry and stiff. Feeling as though there is chainmail inside him. 

Then his skin feels like it begins to burn.  Something hard forms on the top layer, turning his clothing to ash. He screams, adrenaline racing as he becomes something exorcist-esque. His body flings towards the ceiling. He can-

He flings himself forwards, falling from his position on the ceiling, landing on his bed. 

Jaime Reyes, why are you reacting this way?

Jaime remains curled as tightly as he could, breathing through the fear and phantom pain that haunted his thoughts. However, as Khaji Da was forcefully making his adrenaline levels drop his spine was slowly pulling out of the fetal position without his consent.

His breathing began to pick up again as the phantom panic haunted his thoughts, growing more intense from the lack of control over part of his body.

Jaime Reyes, everything is fine. There is no danger. You are safe in your room in Palmera City. Scanners are clear.

Jaime, finally breathing more steadily, pressed against the wall, tugging his knees against his chest.

“Khaji Da?”

Yes, Jaime?

“What did you change in my body?”

… I can check the files for you and share the specifics if you want, Jaime.

“You don’t just know?”

… No, Jaime. I am dormant until the Scarab has performed base optimization of the host. I am programmed to have the records but I do not consciously choose.

“How can I believe you?”

You can’t. All I have is my words. And the proof that you still control your own body.

“Truly, that doesn’t really help. Share the files please?”

Yes, Jaime.

Immediately, lines of alien script scroll across his vision. He can tell that it has been translated into recognizable symbols, but knows nothing else.

{~<Command Sequence> [activate with contact]

~<Scan biosignature of life form>~

~<Determine Compatibility:

~<Life form compatible: [yes/no]>~

~[No]~

~<Remain dormant>~

<Repeat Command Sequence>

~[Yes]~

~Commence [Unification Protocol]

~[Scan] Biology

~[Locate] neural pathway central

~[Determine Optimal Positioning]

~[Execute Command] ^Begin Unification^

~[Execute Command] ^Bond With Neural Pathways^

~[Execute Command] ^Inject SC4R48 Nanites^

~[Execute Command] ^Determine Needed Improvements^

~[Execute Command] ^Determine Need For Cellular Production

Optimization Needed: [yes/no]

~[No]~

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~[Yes}~

~[Execute Command] ^Bond (Novaellum) with host cells^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell production^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell functions^

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~Bone Structure Improvement Needed: [yes/no]

~[No]~

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~[Yes}~

~[Execute Command] ^Bond (Novaellum) with host cells^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell production^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell functions^

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~Cartilage Structure Improvement Needed: [yes/no]

~[No]~

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~[Yes}~

~[Execute Command] ^Bond (Novaellum) with host cells^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell production^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell functions^

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

.~

~Muscle Structure Improvement Needed: [yes/no]

~[No]~

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in [Command

Sequence]^

.~

~[Yes}~

~[Execute Command] ^Bond (Novaellum) with host cells^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell production^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell functions^

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in [Command Sequence]^

.~

~[Detect] Organ Systems:[yes/no]~

~[No]

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

~[Yes] Organic Systems Detected

~Collect Organic Systems Data~

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in

[Command Sequence]^

~Optimize All Organic Systems: [yes/no]

~[No]~

~[Execute Command] ^[Execute Command] in [Command

Sequence]^

.~

~[Yes}~

~[Execute Command] ^Bond (Novaellum) with [all] organic system 

cells^

~[Execute Command] ^Optimize cell production^

~[Execute Command] ^[sequenced command] in [Command

Sequence]^

.~

~[Execute Command] ^Khaji Protocol^

~Command File Corrupted~

~[Delete] Khaji Protocol

.~

}.

~[Execute Command] ^Armor Optimiza-

“Wait, Khaji Da, stop please. I’m getting overwhelmed. Are the rest of the commands similar?”

Yes Jaime. The rest of the protocols that affected your body are similar. 

“Are there any other protocols that I need to know immediately?”

No Jaime. All the other protocols are offshoots of either ^Host Optimization^ or ^Armor Optimization^. None will interfere with your daily life barring the Reach gaining access to our communication system.

“Okay. Thank you Khaji Da.”

You are welcome, Jaime Reyes.

After around 30 minutes, Jaime is debating the need of asking Khaji Da to increase his melatonin levels, when he remembers a protocol that was listed as corrupted.

“Hey, Khaji Da?”

Yes Jaime?

“What is the ^Khaji Protocol^?”

…That is the infiltrator protocol. It is meant to place my interface, commands, and computing system in the ^Driver’s Seat^ as you put it. 

“It’s meant to be, what mind control?”

Jaime waits patiently, tasting the usual flavor of mint that crosses his senses when Khaji Da is researching on the internet. 

Yes, Jaime. It is a ^Mind Control^ protocol.

Jaime shudders and pushes the sensation he gets from Khaji Da increasing his melatonin levels towards the ever present sensation of the Scarab in his mind. Khaji Da wordlessly complies, helping Jaime slip into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

The next morning, as Jaime struggles to sit up in bed, having never returned to the ceiling last night. His back refusing to bend, Khaji Da wordlessly forms four insectoid legs that push Jaime straight and allow him to continue with his day. 

He tries not to dwell on how he is now intimately aware of just how much his body has changed, and how much he is still mostly unaware of. 

After all, ignorance is bliss.

Right up until it isn’t.

[aroaceleonardo]

oh to be so comfy and cozy and secure as Leo looks here