#his dumb little face is so fun to draw <3 love him

[villowstar]

i have so many pages of my sketchbook dedicated to just flowey doodles.

[dollfacefantasy]

Cool Rider

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: leon gets you ready for a ride on his motorcycle

word count: 1.4k

a/n: just a little fluff drabble i've been thinking about while i go back and forth on my other longer fics. imagine this to be a little bit after vendetta when leon's starting to get better. hope everyone enjoys, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

“Quit joking around or you’re not going anywhere,” Leon grunts as he continues to mess around with the tire pressure on the rear wheel of his motorcycle.

“I’m just saying-” you chime before being cut off.

“You’re saying nothing more or I’m changing my mind,” he says and gives you a warning look.

Despite his attempt at being stern with you, affection clouds his eyes. You play along for him and mime zipping your lips. With a sharp exhale and shake of his head at your antics, he returns his focus to fidgeting with the pressure gauge hooked to his bike. But you’re happy just because you saw him smile.

You’d been begging him for months to take you for a ride on his bike. Every time you’d asked, you were met with “no” or “in your dreams.” You’d always ask him why, and he’d just brush it off. Too dangerous. It’s something he does alone. You eventually just gave up. He deserved his space, and you knew he’d seen so much pain and death in his life that he was probably a little overprotective by nature. It came as an absolute shock to you when he approached you last week and asked if you’d wanna go for a ride this weekend. He’d said it so casually, like he hadn’t shot you down time after time before. You weren’t sure what had changed, but a win is a win, right?

Now sitting on the stool by the bench where he kept all his motorcycle stuff, you swing your feet back and forth. As much as you’d been teasing him for the last thirty minutes about taking forever and a half, it was fun seeing him so locked in on his task. You studied his face, the way his brows furrowed and his eyes hardened, his lips curling a little with dedication.

“Hey stalker girl, instead of staring me down, maybe you should finish getting ready,” he teases as he finishes up and starts putting the tools away.

“I am ready,” you say.

“No you’re not. Where’s your helmet?” he asks while walking to you.

“Mmmm… you don’t wear a helmet,” you playfully point out.

You were just being difficult because he was so easy to mess with. You weren’t dumb, and you had no desire for your brains to splatter across some pavement. In general, motorcycles kind of scare you to be honest. If anyone but Leon was driving it, you wouldn’t even consider hopping on the back. So there was absolutely no way you were gonna get on that thing without a helmet strapped on.

“I didn’t ask you if I wear one. Where’s yours?” he says.

He stands between your thighs and looks down at you, taking in your pretty eyes, pouty lips, the face he couldn’t get enough of. His fingers run along your jaw, his thumb stroking over your chin. Every detail had him enraptured. He made fun of you for staring, but truth be told, he was just as guilty. The only difference was he hid it much better than you did.

“I’ll get it in two seconds. You were just taking so long, I figured I had some time to relax,” you joke with a quick peck to his lips, hopping off your seat.

“You better get it. I want your pretty little head kept in one piece,” he murmurs and lays a kiss on your hairline. He lightly swats your ass as you walk away, drawing that laugh from you that he loved to hear. He’s smiling while grabbing the keys, not that you could see it with your back to him. You were easy to mess with too.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that I have to wear one if you don’t,” you say as you lift the helmet up and inspect the one he’d bought for you.

“Too bad. I know what I’m doing. You don’t. God forbid I actually let you do this, and you end up with a concussion or something,” he grumbles while grabbing the keys.

“If we get in a crash though, your experience won’t matter. We’ll both go flying all the same. Then you’ll be the one with the concussion or worse, and I’ll be flat outta luck having to take care of you,” you explain while fidgeting with the straps on the helmet.

“Here, gimme that,” he says, taking it from you. He fixes the straps and gets them where they should be. Yeah, you’re being intentionally stubborn, but you had a good point and he knew it. “If it’s so important to you, I can wear one too.”

“It is important to me. I always want you safe,” you say, taking a moment to be genuine between all your teasing.

“I know, baby,” he says softly. It’s all he could say. Obviously, with the life he had, he couldn’t “be safe” all the time. But god, you made him want to try.

He gives you one last kiss before putting the helmet on you. He fastens it into place, making sure it’s nice and tight. Tilting your head around, he inspects it thoroughly. Has to be certain this shell of hard plastic is gonna do its job and protect his precious girl. 

After he’s done examining the efficacy of the helmet, he pulls back to give you a once over. Really look at you.

“Does it look good?” you ask, voice slightly muffled.

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, it looks good. Pretty cool,” he confirms.

Of course you looked more than good. The sight of you completely melted his heart. He just didn’t know how to say it. He’d never been too good with words when you were involved. You made everything foggy, hard to think.

He couldn’t see the grin on your face right now, but he could just about feel the excitement radiating off of you as you pulled him into a hug, the shiny dome covering your head resting over his heartbeat. His palm runs up and down your back before you pull away and head to the motorcycle.

“Are we ready to go?” you ask.

He could hear the anticipation in your voice too. It was infectious, made him want to get on and speed off without looking back. But he still had a little hesitation left. Rationally, he knew he’d done everything he could to make sure this would go smoothly. In all likelihood, you would just have some fun and then come back home and everything would be fine. The irrational part of him just wanted that to be 100% guaranteed. He’d lost so many people. He couldn’t survive losing you, especially to something as trivial as a motorcycle accident.

But he was stalling now, and he knew it. You deserved this. Deserved to have the fun he’d offered you. You’d been so good to him for the last several months, putting up with him when it would’ve been reasonable to leave him in your rearview mirror. He swallows his doubt and nods.

But as he sees you start to look at it like you’re gonna get on, he stops you.

“Wait a second,” he says, starting to shrug off his jacket, “It’s cold out, and with the wind and everything. Just put this on.”

He can’t see how you lovingly roll your eyes at this which is probably for the best anyways. Knowing him, he’d probably get all huffy and defensive about it. Argue the practicality of his decision rather than just admitting he’d gone soft for you.

Regardless, you let him wrap the leather around you, sliding your arms into the sleeves. You give him a thumbs up, and he pulls you close to him, thoughtlessly planting a smooch on the cool helmet like he’d normally do to your head.

“You better hold on tight. This isn’t a video game. You don’t get extra points for riding with no hands,” he teases before grabbing the extra helmet he had and putting it on.

This time you give a mock salute and watch him swing his leg over the seat. He waves you over and you gladly get on behind him. The warmth of your front presses against his back. He looks down, admiring the way your hands lock around his waist, your arms adorned in the white stripes of his jacket.

He wheels the bike out of the garage, taking a deep breath as checks to see that the street is clear. One more sigh and mental reassurance later, he’s speeding out onto the road. He knows it’s all worth it as soon as he hears your laughter and feels you clinging to him even harder.

[sluttysnowangel666]

sour patch girl - thanos / choi su bong x reader

part 2 to sweet like candy , read part 1 here

pairings: su bong / thanos x fem reader

summary: with chaos ever growing in the games, you’re forced to make decisions weighing survival against humanity and life against love.

cw: violence, some graphic depictions of blood/injury, vomiting. he fell first but she fell harder , ooc thanos he’s a sweet boy

as always, you’re responsible for the content you consume. please see content warnings for anything that may be discomforting. 18+

sooo yeah as some of you seen this definitely got posted on accident before being finished lmao. 😭oops. anyway, part 3 coming soon 😏

You had snuck out of his bed just before the music rang out.

What had happened in the bathroom could not happen again. Sure, he was funny, charismatic, a little dumb… but God, was his tongue amazing and oh, was he sexy.

It didn’t change the fact you didn’t wanna be seen with him. He was a liability, after all. Using drugs in a dangerous life or death situation; he wasn’t just putting himself at risk, but if you kept associating with him, then you were as well. He was too good at making enemies, too good at not taking this seriously. There was no point getting to know him, trying to understand his character, no point in getting attached to someone who treated everything like a joke.

If you didn’t die, he would. If he didn’t die, you would. Why bother? You’re safer on your own, or at least with Dae Ho’s group. Although, that may not even be the case now after Thanos’ threats.

The hook up was fun, risky, chaotic, sexy, you name it. But, it needed to stay just that, just a one time thing you did so you could maybe say you did something wild before you died. Let’s face it, there was no chance for you and Thanos in the real world. You barely knew him, but you knew enough to know he was a loose cannon. He barely knew you, but apparently he felt like he knew enough to think he was in love.

Whatever, it didn’t matter. You weren’t gonna get caught up on the what ifs…

Yet, you were anyway. He had such a magnetism to him that drawed you in, and you just did not fucking know why.

The music sounded, distracting you from your racing thoughts.

Thanos felt you leave the bed when you had gotten up, but he didn’t question it. His pills had worn off, and if you didn’t wanna be near him then fine. Seriously, it’s fine. It’s whatever. He doesn’t even care.

Ohh, but if he fucking catches you talking to Dae Ho, you’re so done. He steals a glance in your direction, just wanting to make sure you were okay. Not that it mattered, because again, he didn’t care.

You zipped your jacket up to the top, trying as much as possible to hide the evidence of you and Thanos’ endeavor on your neck. Dae Ho invited you to follow them when you were all called to the next game room and you followed, trailing slightly behind to not arouse Thanos’ temper if he saw.

He saw, and it was fine, it really was. Really, the part that mattered the most is you had someone to protect you. Even if it was some discharged marine.

Pussy Thanos thought to himself.

The pink suits began to lead everyone through the twisted stairwell to the next game. Thanos fiddled with his cross, debating with himself on taking one.

Of course the second Nam Gyu noticed this he begged Thanos for another. Thanos gave him one, pulling two out so he could roll the other one between his fingers, deciding if it was worth the risk.

The pills made everything better, less serious. When he was high, it really felt like just a game. He didn’t know if he was ready yet to grapple with the reality of his situation, so against his better judgment,

he took it.

Of course by the time you got to the game, you had absolutely noticed Thanos’ shift in behavior. When he wasn’t high, he didn’t stick out: but, when he was his, his behavior made him impossible to miss. It was like he had a spotlight on him, like a singer on stage.

The rules of the game were explained, mingle, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. This game was essentially a matter of chance, making it to a room in time without falling or someone beating you there, as well as finding or breaking into groups.

The eerie music begun as the surface started to slowly spin. Thanos was just hardly out of your sight, dancing and waving his arm like a cowboy, forgetting you were even there.

You and your group ran to the first room, 5 people, the perfect amount. The door locked, and gunshots echoed with the screams of the dying.

When you exited the room, it was horrific. To say the least. Blood was everywhere, a harsh reminder of the reality you were in.

Meanwhile, Thanos was in a completely seperate reality of his own. He was so high he kicked his friend out of the group to die, not realizing it until the door was closed and Gyeong Su’s fate was sealed.

After so many rounds, you became too occupied to watch his every move.

The final round had arrived. The merry go round spun. The music played.

Spinning,

spinning,

spinning.

Two.

Dae Ho grabbed your arm without thinking, and you followed him blindly.

It was like time slowed, yet the sequence of events happened so fast.

One second you had his arm, he had yours.

Then, clotheslined.

An arm, straight to your face.

You fell directly on your back, slamming your head on the ground.

You sat up, rubbing your head slowly.

It was over.

Someone had grabbed Dae Ho and dragged him to a room, by then it had been too late for him to realize it wasn’t you.

Thanos ran to the door, pushing and shoving anyone who even attempted to get in his way. Nam gyu was close on his tail.

Thanos opened the door, shoving Nam Gyu in, when he turned to scan his surroundings. There was no reason for him to turn. It was unconscious. He didn’t know why he turned.

But when he did

he saw you.

You were rubbing your head, your nose gushing blood, water pouring from your eyes like a waterfall and mixing with the blood.

“Thanos! Thanos! Get in here!” Nam Gyu called to Thanos’ deaf ears.

Get up.

Get up.

Why are you just sitting there?!

Please.

Without thinking,

“Min Su!”

Min Su, still on the platform, looked at Thanos.

Thanos pointed to the door.

“Thanos, no!” Nam Gyu yelled.

Min Su ran, and Thanos shoved him into the door.

“Thanos!”

Then his feet were moving, moving before his mind even was. He wasn’t thinking, just running.

Running.

To you.

Sweet little thing.

His little sour patch girl.

As he ran now, he knew he might die. Yet, he didn’t care. This wasn’t a game he wanted to play without you in it.

“Baby.” He said, as he reached you. He lifted you off the ground, your body nearly dead weight.

You were in a daze, your head rushing with pain and confusion.

Thanos scanned the arena quickly, thanking God when he saw

one

room

left.

He ran, basically dragging you. You ran as best you could, but you were severely concussed.

With you under one arm, he used other hand to rip the door open.

10 seconds.

A man grabbed Thanos by the collar, but Thanos was quick and he was high; and man, did he have the strength of a God right now.

He swung his fist, still holding you, and knocked a fatal blow to the man’s nose. He threw you into the room, having no other choice. You hit the ground, your body jolting. He kicked another man in the chest, but the original attacker had grabbed Thanos arm, disabling him.

Thanos cried out, his wrist turned in an unnatural way. He stepped back, standing in the door way while holding his wrist in excruciating pain.

5 seconds.

You’d seen it all play out. The men attacking Thanos, him stepping up and fighting for your life to get you in that damn room.

Your head throbbed, but you were on your feet, rushing the door.

4 seconds.

You grabbed Thanos’ arms.

3 seconds.

He turned and grabbed your waist.

2 seconds.

You pushed off him, jumping, and like something out of a god damn movie, he swung you to help you land a kick to the final attackers face.

1 second.

You both fell back, pulling the handle as you landed on Thanos. His hand caught your head, catching it before it could hit anything.

The door latched shut,

and the both of you stared through the eye hole, watching the players get shot.

Player 159, 280

eliminated.

The arena went quiet of gun shots and screams, the guards beginning to retrieve bodies.

“Baby, are you okay?” He asked, turning to your bloody face. He cradled your cheeks, and you matched him.

“Thanos…”

“Su Bong.” He corrected you.

“You saved me.”

He didn’t say anything. Your words had shook him to his core. He had realized it was the first time in his life he did something for someone beside himself. All he could do was wrap his arms around you, bury his face in the crook of your neck, and cradle your head. His fingers brushed through your hair, and his breathing was quick with adrenaline.

He pulled away to look at your battered face, and he felt a new emotion.

Guilty.

So, so guilty.

Your face was soaked in blood, and he noticed the bridge of your nose slightly out of place. Broken. Your pupils were as huge as his. A clear sign of your severe head injury. It was his fault. If he had protected you, hadn’t been such a selfish asshole, hadn’t pressed that fucking blue button over and over, despite you pressing X. Despite how everytime he caught your eye, he saw your fear.

And he pressed it anyway.

“Your nose…” He said.

You touched it, immediately wincing in pain. He pulled your wrist from your face.

“I need to put it back in place.”

“Fuck, no!” You yelled.

“Trust me.” He said.

“Why should I?”

“Well, I fucking saved you right?!” He yelled, as both of your voices raised with each sentence. “I know what I’m fucking doing. I’ve fixed my own before. That’s even fucking harder. I need to fix yours before it’s out of place forever, so shut the fuck up and let me do it.”

You spit in his face, blood splattering from your lips. He jumped, shocked at your disgusting act.

He pushed you on your back, making sure to catch your head again.

“Stop!” You screamed in anger, kicking your feet as much as possible in an attempt to make a collision. “Get the fuck off me!”

“Quit fighting!” He yelled.

“Get off me, you fucking junkie!” You yelled, practically screaming for your life. You screamed so loud players in the other rooms began to wonder if the game was still going, or if something worse was happening in the rooms that they couldn’t see.

He sat on your chest, knees holding your arms down. You clawed and gripped at any skin you could to hurt him, but he had the advantage.

“Thanos, no, no, please, baby no. I’m begging you, please don’t.” You cried. “Please.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, eyes watering at your desperate pleas. “I’m sorry, just please stop fighting.”

“No, no, please. Please, I’m afraid.” You sobbed.

Your words stung him, and he halted his movements.

You. Afraid.

Hearing you say it struck deep. You were so brave. Everything he wished he could be.

He moved off to sit beside you, and you crawled into his lap, sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I won’t do it.”

You sat up, looking him in the eyes. Your red streak, teary eyed face split his heart into two.

“No… Do it.” You choked out.

“It’s okay, baby.” He said, wiping your tears.

“No, Su Bong, please. Fix it.”

He couldn’t help but stifle a small, defeated chuckle.

“My sour patch girl.” He whispered.

“Fix it.” You pleaded now.

He took off his jacket, wiping off some of the blood off your face before handing you a clean part.

“Bite down.”

Your heart sunk at the words, but you did it. You put a chunk of the jacket between your teeth and placed your shaking hands on his thighs, leaning toward him.

He stared into your dark and dilated eyes, your pupils twitching slightly from the concussion. He felt your hands trembling, nails scratching at the cloth of his pants.

“Calm down, baby.” He whispered, doing his best to comfort you. You nodded, tears falling from your eyes.

His hands came to the bridge of your nose, touching only slightly at first. You sobbed at the contact, tears spilling like rain.

“On three. Okay?” He asked, you nodded.

“One.”

And a grueling snap as he psyched you out, popping your bone back in place.

You screamed in agony, the jacket falling from your mouth.

“Sh, sh, sh.” He hushed you, letting you grip onto him in anyway you felt like you needed. “It’s okay, it’s over.”

He pulled you into him, hugging you gently.

“I hate you.” You sobbed into him. “I hate you so much.”

Your words stung a bit, but he didn’t care as long as you were okay.

The door unlatched and he lifted you up, helping you walk as your movements swayed.

“You gotta work with me, baby.” He said, trying to get you to at least take steps. But, he knew the moment he let you go you’d hit the ground like a bag of rice.

You groaned in response, your head dangling to the floor. He watched you, your body limp, your head dragging, a constant stream of groans with each step you tried to take.

“I feel sick.” You said.

He brought you down to the ground, slowly. You rested on your hands and knees, vomiting what little you had in your stomach onto the ground.

“I’m sorry.” You coughed out. He said nothing, rubbing your back and holding your hair.

But Thanos knew now,

the games had to end here.

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[daycourtofficial]

Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 7

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

Author’s note: eeeek I’ve had parts of this one in the drafts for AGES the middle section has been drafted for at least a month I swear and I’ve been sitting on it like 🧍‍♀️ waiting to share it. I think this is my favorite part so far (but not my fav overall 🥰)

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Your day had been shit. Ever since that godsawful date Mor ambushed you with last night, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about Azriel and Nesta’s date. What they were doing, how things were going, if she was making him laugh.

Hell, you couldn’t stop thinking about their date while on your own date. The guy was good looking, and he wasn’t terrible, but there was nothing there between you two.

He also was very into cryptocurrency, a topic that quickly took over the conversation at dinner. A topic you did not encourage him to continue on. He somehow didn’t get that memo, insisting on walking you up towards the doors of your building when he was dropping you off, where you had made a lame excuse about going to bed early before ducking into your building.

You had followed the same path Azriel took only moments ago, continuing on to your own apartment. You open the door, finding a note on the fridge in Cassian’s messy scrawl.

Have fun.

He drew a winky face, and then several crude drawings on the post-it. The drawings made you groan, Cassian’s enthusiasm for your date further solidifying your nonexistent chance with his brother.

Of course Cassian would have Mor set you up after he found out about your little crush on his brother. You felt so stupid when you saw Nesta on their couch earlier today. You hardly spoke to Rhysand on the way to lab, your thoughts too flooded with how terribly you had read the whole situation.

Cassian probably told Mor all about your dumb crush and got her to fix you up tonight. Maybe Azriel had even mentioned your text to Cassian, asking him what to do about the annoying roommate who developed a crush on his brother.

Your chest hurts, but it was just a silly crush. You’ll get over it.

Eventually.

-

Azriel stood in the elevator, waiting for the doors to close as he looked at his phone, looking at the last message you had sent him Friday morning.

Wanna grab lunch tomorrow?

He hadn’t answered, his phone having been on silent all day to focus on finishing his work for the next week and the reception in the library not allowing messages to come through. He hadn’t seen the message until he woke up this morning, the timestamp seeming cruel.

Now he stares at it and wants to throw his phone. Missed opportunities, he supposes. But what would this lunch have looked like since you’re dating that dickhead from last night? Would you have had to reject him outright?

He can see your face contort in a smile as you tell him, “oh no, Az, I’m seeing someone.” Then you’d probably laugh about it with the dickhead.

He runs his hands down his face when he hears someone yelling, “hold the elevator please!” He juts out an arm on instinct, not noticing who it is. He sees you slip inside, the doors bumping against his arm, bringing him back to reality as he looks down at you.

Fuck.

A light scent of oranges fills the elevator, and he notes it’s likely from your shampoo. He pulls his arm from the door, allowing them to close, locking the two of you in the metal box.

You look up at him, eyes going wide, cheeks heating in embarrassment at the close proximity. You’re standing right in front of him, and you can smell his cologne, a scent of night-chilled air and cedar filling your nose. You take deep breaths, telling yourself that it’s okay, it was just a little crush.

On a very pretty, smart, and very kind guy.

Who smelled incredible.

You look down at your feet, unsure how to speak to him now that you knew he was dating Nesta. And not wanting to further embarrass yourself by flirting with him.

Gods, this was how you were going to die, you think, shuffling to lean against the rail. Azriel’s voice puts a halt to the spiraling of your thoughts.

“Nice date last night?” Azriel asks, trying not to let whatever he’s feeling bubble up. Your eyebrows shoot up, unaware of Azriel even knowing about your date.

Of course he knows, you think, Cassian probably told him he’d handle it.

“He spent the while night telling me about stocks and crypto and how he wants to be in Forbes 30 under 30,” you scoffed, “so no, it was not nice.”

The elevator starts moving, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So that wasn’t your boyfriend?”

You scoff, “hell no. Mor ambushed me yesterday. She told me to get dressed up and we’d go out and have a fun girl’s night, but when I showed up she texted me that she set me up instead.

“The worst part is Mor was so confident that she told Cassian about it, so he had stayed at her place last night to give me ‘privacy’. He even left crude drawings around the apartment to help the ‘atmosphere’.”

Azriel laughs as the elevator dings for the third floor. He feels his chest lighten, knowing you definitely weren’t seeing anyone. “Mor’s always been ambitious, hasn’t she?”

You laugh. “Maybe it was just a ploy for her to have sex with Cassian.”

You say it, but you know it’s not true. The real truth was they wanted to put you out there, help you get over the beautiful man standing next to you. They knew you didn’t have a shot, especially compared to Nesta. You’re brought back to reality, and decide to hurt yourself further.

“How was your date with Nesta?” You ground out, after a pause in your conversation. You needed to know so you can completely cut off your feelings for him. You needed him to pierce you with the final dagger.

His eyebrows arch up, and he looks at your expression.

Were you upset? You won’t meet his gaze, and you’re clenching your fists. Were you - jealous?

His mouth curls up at the thought, “uh it wasn’t a date. Nesta and I study together every Thursday night. We take a lot of the same classes. We did it last night instead because she was busy on Thursday.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, “so you’re not dating Nesta?”

He laughs, “absolutely not. No that’s an avenue I’d never go down. But there is some-“

His words die as you hear a screeching sound and the elevator stops completely, leaving you two stranded somewhere between the first and second floors.

“No - no, no, no.”

You start freaking out - elevators always gave you a bit of concern, their small dimensions making you feel cramped. You hit the button to open the door, jamming it with your finger. Realizing that it was fruitless, You pull out your phone only to remember that the elevator always has no service.

“Fuck,” you mumble, and your breaths start coming faster and faster, and you’re trying to remember your calming techniques, when you feel cold hands gently grab your cheeks.

“Hey, look at me.”

You look up, finding hazel eyes looking back at you. They’re etched with concern, not a trace of mockery in them.

“We’re okay. Breathe with me, can you do that?”

He grabs one of your hands, placing it on his chest so you can feel his breaths as they come in and out. Your eyes stay trained on his, not wanting to look away, wanting to get lost in the gold flecks you find there.

You start following the rhythm of his breaths, but he keeps talking to you in a soothing tone. You’re too focused on breathing to register what he’s saying, but you do register the soothing tone he’s speaking to you in. You could get lost in his voice, its deep timbre a melody in your ears.

Eventually you come back down enough to focus on what he’s saying and he’s telling you about his night - everything he did yesterday.

“Rhys texted me to get some trash bags on my way in, which is where I was coming from when I pulled up and found you with crypto douche.”

You smile, your first real reaction to his words since the elevator stopped.

“There she is,” he says, his finger tapping your cheek, “wanna tell me more about crypto douche?”

“He wants to be a landlord.”

Azriel snorts, “of course he does.”

“I didn’t even want to go on this date,” your eyes stay locked with his, the golden flecks calming you down. “But Mor has been begging me to go out with this guy for ages, and then she finally decided to ambush me by forcing it on me.”

“You know you can tell Mor “no”. It’s a complete sentence.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but she loves playing matchmaker, even though she’s awful at it. Usually once every other month I let her set me up, but she was just throwing a tantrum I wouldn’t let her set me up this time once I figured out the rouse.”

He doesn’t let himself linger on the fact that you haven’t let her set you up since meeting him. Coincidence, maybe. “Have any of them been successful?”

You blow out a breath, “uh, no. Usually I stay for an hour then leave. None of them have ever gotten a second date.” You pause, thinking. “In the words of the great philosopher of our time, “I’m a pathological people pleaser,” you chuckle.

“And who said that?”

“…. Taylor Swift.”

He looks at you, a chuckle on his breath, such tenderness in his gaze it shocks you a bit. “You should stand up for yourself more.”

“I’m… not really sure how. It’s kind of new to me.”

You look at your feet, but he taps your chin so you’ll look at him again. “I stood up to my parents, and it was the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

You had tiptoed around the topic since your admission to Cassian the day you moved in, the wound still too raw to discuss with anyone other than Feyre. Mor knew some of the details, but not the whole story. You’re sure Rhys and Az knew that something happened with your parents, but you never let them know too much about it.

They didn’t know that your parents had told you that you became everything they had tried to avoid. That, despite everything they did for you, you didn’t turn out right.

You hadn’t told Mor because you knew she would have burnt down their house with them in it.

“It was scary, moving here with a guy I hardly knew.” His grip on you tightens slightly, and he’s hanging onto every word you say.

“But I don’t regret it. Not even when Cassian wakes me up at 6 AM with his singing.”

He chuckles, and he stills as you look into his eyes, your voice clear and strong.

“I don’t… I don’t regret any of it. I don’t regret meeting you.”

His hands are still cupped on your face, his face mere inches from your own. Your confession hangs in the air as you two look at each other, and he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your breathing hitches, but not because you’re stuck.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the elevator comes back to life, moving downwards again. It startles both of you into jumping away from each other, and you clear your throat.

“Where are- where are you going?” You ask, gesturing towards his helmet.

“Oh, uh Cassian forgot his lunch and doesn’t have time to grab anything between clients. I was going to bring him something.”

The air is lighter between you two, and Azriel feels like he can breathe you in again. The fog of confusion has lifted between you two, leaving you to be seen clearly by him.

“Do you want to get lunch?”

He echos your previous text message to him, and you nod.

“Yeah I’d love that.”

You stroll through the lobby, putting as much distance between the falter elevator and yourselves. Once you make it to the parking lot, Azriel places his spare helmet on your head, tapping the top of it lightly affectionately.

You zip your jacket up as Azriel gets on the bike first, his thighs straddling the seat. He holds the bike steady, allowing you to place your hands on his shoulders for balance, letting go of your fears as you swing your leg around to straddle the bike behind him. Your body leans against his, wrapping around him, holding onto him.

You place your head on his back, your fingers clutching onto his jacket. It feels new, electricity crackling through every inch of you that is in contact with him, despite the layers and helmets that separate you.

He chuckles at the gasp you let out when you two start moving, how your hands hold onto his jacket a little tighter than before.

He pulls a hand away to place it gently on one of the hands you have clutched to his jacket, squeezing three times before moving his hand back.

[tyunkus]

hi idk if this counts as a hard thought but i wanted to know what do u think are each member’s favorite way to either make YOU cum or are their favorite ways to cum themselves (fingers, tongue/mouth, cock, anal, etc) ?

does that make sense omg sorry my wording is bad!!

this makes perfect sense dw anon!!!!! this is such a good question omg (more under the cuttt)

for yeonjun i see eating you out as his favorite way to make you cum :3 everyone in txt is a munch but he kinda just has the natural pussy eater look if you get what i mean HAHA he has the most perfect lips for it! so plush and supple and theyd look perfect wet with your arousal... his cute lil tongue peeking out to lick the excess off his bottom lip, his pretty eyes all fluttery while you buck your hips up into him HAKSAKS his hands slide underneath your butt n hes pulling you closer to him, nose brushing against ur puffy lil clit, hes gonna taste every bit of u while you cum all over his gorgeous face <3

i think soobin lovesss to make u cum on his fingers :') idk his hands are so long and slender and pretty and they would look so so much lovelier dipped inside of you, covered in your wetness, circling over your clit.. and theyre so fucking big too i think that would turn him on as well, just seeing how big his hand is compared to ur cute lil cunt AUHRUWHRW he starts off a little slow, easing u into it, building it up while covering you in bites,,, your back arches off the bed while you cum and his cock twitches in his briefs LOL

beomgyus a simple man his favorite way to make you cum is on his dick LOL he has fantastic excellent stroke game he would be so rough on ur poor pussy :(!!!! slamming in all the way to the hilt n his fingers pressing down on your neck n hes looking down at u with this drunk look on his face ughh he cant get enough of you especially once ur creaming all around him

huening kai UGHHH TBHHH i think he would like making you cum on his cock too jfsjsdj but in a different way!!!!! hed love to draw it out, go painfully achingly slow so he can watch every single one of your expressions as you slowly lose all your senses cuz of his fat cock inside of u hehe the way your eyebrows tick upwards and your lips fall open and your eyes roll back in your pretty lil head, all of these little reactions only encourages him to tease you more til ur cumming all over him <3

tbhhhh. i think taehyun would like making you cum on his tongue.....something about how just his fucking mouth - not even his cock!!! - is making you writhe and squirm underneath him rly gets him going :( he would make fun of you so much for it!!!! his cock isnt even out but hes still making you feel so good, go all dumb for him huh :( what a dumb girl

[valley-of-headcanons]

You asked for request so here’s a fun silly one. Bachelor reacting to the farmer getting annoyed and yelling “Bite me!” In the middle of a fight/argument. Do they? Don’t they? Or does it just had fuel to the fire? Enjoy and have fun~

bachelors reacting to “bite me!” || headcanons

in the middle of a small argument, your words move faster than your brain. well, here goes nothing!

warnings: slightly suggestive at times? not really tho

requested by: anon! hiya, thank you so much for requesting! sorry for the mini-hiatus. life moves so fast sometimes. this isn't really well written, i apologize, not my finest but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! <3

alex

• Alex stared at you for a minute. The nature of the argument was playful, and your statement made him just want to tease you more. He playfully smirked at you, placing his hands on your hips with a small chuckle. He was pretty tall, so he was most likely looking down at you, a devilish grin on his lips.

• “Where?” he said, laughing softly. Seeing your face grow red, realizing what you've just said, he held back his laughter. He loved seeing you all flustered, and he's sure you just said that out of instinct. “Now you're getting all shy? You're no fun,” he fake-pouted. He released his grasp and watched you practically explode. It was really, really entertaining for him.

elliott

• Elliott wasn't expecting such a remark from you. He gasped playfully, placing a hand on his chest. It was like you had just insulted his entire family line and spit on his grave. How dare you say such a thing! He was really playing up his response, drawing it out in his dramatic way. That's just Elliot, and you absolutely love to see it.

• “Why would you say something so cruel?! To even suggest that I would do something as crude as biting you? That's preposterous! Gosh- that is so offensive- I don't think we should speak anymore. I will never utter a single word in your direction for the rest of eternity. Goodbye,” he said, his hand coming up to block you. He didn't mean it, he loves messing around in his own little way. What a man.

harvey

• Harvey's face flushed a bright red. He didn't expect such a comment, and it made his stomach do a somersault. He cleared his throat, taking a step back. Readjusting his coat, Harvey wracked his brain for things to say. You were so smug about it! You just stared at him with a big ole grin. Little bastard. He had no idea what to respond with, becoming a stuttering mess!

• “W-What?- wh- ... huh? H- ... How does that even come to mind in a situation like this? ... why would I bite you?- oh- you meant it as- ... I apologize for the misunderstanding- ... what do you mean, it's cute?!” he said, getting even more flustered as you kept going. The poor guy can never catch a break while you're around. You may be a menace to society, but you're Harvey's menace.

sam

• Sam says the phrase pretty often, so the fact that you started saying it practically warms his heart. But he's been waiting for the day someone says it to him. His perfect response, his perfect rebuttal. Sam doesn't get these moments often, so he's prepared! This is it, he's going to get you back so good! Hah, you're going to be practically speechless after you hear this!

• “Bite you? ... uhh- ... no, you probably taste like- ... hot dog water, or something else ... equally ... gross ... man, I really thought I had a good comeback this time,” Sam laughed, looking away nervously. He's just a little dumb, but you have to admit, it was probably the best response to that statement you've ever heard. So yeah, it did leave you speechless. Maybe not in the intended way, though.

sebastian

shane

• Sebastian softly smiled at your stupid little remark. It was cute, he had to admit. You were really cute in his eyes anyway. He loved you being “annoying,” even though others might not. It was amusing, and he loved every little aspect of you. Your little quirks are always fun to analyze on his end. So, he wanted to see how you'd react to this.

• “So you argued with me to ask me that? I would've done it without the argument, I'd bite you whenever,” he said, his face flushing softly. Yeah, he didn't think he'd say something like that either. You were bringing a playful and slightly more confident side out of him! Your face was just about as flushed as he was, both of you now sitting in flustered silence. How the tables have turned.

• Shane was going to fuck with you. Of course he was. His dry sense of humor, his slight pettiness. He loved fucking with you in little ways like this, especially when you were “upset.” His face was completely deadpan, staring at you for a few seconds. Silence filled the room for quite some time before he gave his response, leaving you questioning what was going through his head.

• “Disgusting. Why would you ever suggest that? That's fucking gross, man,” he'd say, before moving closer and softly sinking his teeth into your neck. He'd pull away, a smug grin on his face. “Don't ever suggest that again. Do you think that I'd do something as revolting as biting you? Geez, you need some serious therapy.”

[f1nalboys]

OMG. I love the tod headcannons. Would you ever do ian sleepover headcannons?

HELLOOOO ANON sorry this has taken so long, i do apologize and i hope its fun to read!!!!

WORD COUNT: 916

WARNINGS: not proofread, weed mention, ians a perv on occassion, mostly fluff

ok number one i need a sleepover with this guy NOWWWWWW

ian refuses to call it a sleepover. you two are hanging out, chilling, that’s all. if he spends the night then thats just what happens, it totally wasn't his end goal

i truly believe ian sleeps better in anyone elses bed than he does his own not for any particular reason he just loves the feeling of being on vacation and being in a different bed counts to him fr

he comes over with nothing. like deadass the clothes on his back and maybe some weed IF UR LUCKY 

he also tends to show up ‘just for a bit’ and makes a big show about sighing at the time and being like man…. i wish i didn’t have to leave but its almost time for bed……..

like girl just ask to sleep over who cares

anyways he really hates Planned Sleepover Activities

no pillow fights, no truth or dare, no spin the bottle (this can and has been done before with him, he just has to be in the mood,) no bloody mary, etc

now, of course, if he really really really loves you, he’ll do all those things and more. he is going to COMPLAIN though. like, to the point where it’s almost unenjoyable. 

he does love a good spa day though…. you ask him to put on a fuzzy robe so you can put a face mask and cucumbers on him and he’s jumping for joy lowkey

and he lets you paint his nails and stuff and he doesnt care if its messy or bumpy or if you don’t put a top coat on it, he just loves that youre doing it for ihm

ANDDDD its the quietest he’ll be. youll look up at his face and hes staring down at you with such a sickeningly sweet love sick grin that its almost enough to make you barf and he won't say a single word until youre done

and even then he’ll just go “its great baby, thank you.” heheh

like 3 hours later he’ll go “you got a lot of nail polish on my skin, god damn.” and you’ll look over and hes very methodically picking it off of his skin lol

anyways. when hes over he just wants to chill genuinely 

ian is interested in getting chinese food or pizza, getting super fucking high, and having movies or music in the background while you guys talk

and he really only does one on one sleepovers, siblings or family excluded. if you invited another friend to sleepover at the same time hes gonna be in the corner like ugh…..sigh……eyeroll…..ugh…..what no im fine its whatever……sigh…..

ian is super handsy as is but when he gets tired hes worse

you’ll know hes ready for you two to go to sleep when hes suddenly attached to your back, arms around your waist and head in your shoulder

ian loves sleepovers that are simply for you two to get shit done

like ian has to rework an art piece? hes coming over and youre finally gonna clean your room.

he tries to sleep in his regular clothes all the time (he does it at home i fear to say) so if youre against that you HAVE to have some spare clothes for him. or let him sleep in his underwear but then he’s gonna get that dumb stupid sexy grin on his face and ask if youre trying to get him naked 

which like yes ian i am but not like that….yet

waking up with ian is great if you get up before him because hes all cuddly and sweet and murmuring in his sleep and you can just stare and admire him

if he gets up first hes waking you up but hes also fucking with you

he shakes you awake and is like BABE YOU OVERSLEPT FOR XYZ!!!!! and you jump out of bed and hes like haha got you just kidding

or he draws on your face or arms if youre a heavy sleeper and he can get away with it

AND he takes photos of you sleeping all the time on his shitty little flip phone and he never tells you about it

until like weeks later when youre hanging with him in the car eating food and he laughs and turns his phone around to show you a picture of you slumped over, mouth open, drooling.

but hes a menace

hes like well im up so i need you up to????

like god bless erin for dealing with him 

but you dont have to worry about it much, he normally sleeps in if hes able to but depending on when he went to bed, he could get up before you

and good luck trying to go back to sleep because hes hitting you with pillows and squashing you and talking until you just roll your eyes and sit up

and then hed smile and go omgggg good morning sleepyhead LIKE SHUT UP

overall, ian is a fun guy to have a sleepover with if you just want to chill, not if you want to do activities if that makes sense

but hes never going to ASK to spend the night (unless youre in the car with him about to get dropped off and hes kissing you and get handsy and THEN he’ll be like babe…. cant i just hang out :((( like sigh…. of course you can bae

[twigg96]

If you have the time I was wondering can you write some headcanons of the boys, Charles, Magnus, and MMA reacting to feeling their pregnant s/o’s baby kicking for the first time?

Hello sweet Anon! This idea is so so so cute!! I love the idea of the boys becoming dads and just the little fluttering of baby feet is so sweet <3 I really hope I did this justice! Thank you for the ask and please feel free to ask for any more ideas you may have.

Nathan:

Nathan couldn't wait to meet his angel. He talked to his partner’s belly every single day from the time you brought him the positive pregnancy test. He kissed your belly goodbye just as he kissed their cheek when he left. Reading to the baby became routine, his large hand resting on his S/O’s tummy as they rested in bed, Nathan read all the greats, Shakespeare, Dickins (though they were pretty positive that Nathan chose him for his name and not what he wrote), Austin, though they did have to draw the line at Orwell. "We need to start early or he'll end up like me. Dumb as shit." Was something he often recited much to his partner’s bemusement.

Watching Nathan read was always a gift in and of itself. His nose would crinkle in deep seeded concentration. Eyes narrowing and squinting as he tried to pronounce the long hard words such as prejudice and fanciful. His hand would briefly leave their tummy to trace the word. Sounding out each syllable before returning to its resting place. "Gotta make sure the kid knows how it's pronounced." He reasoned, his thumb tracing over the growing bump.

His partner had felt the flutter much sooner than Nathan did. Much to his disappointment. It startled them at first. It felt like gas bubbles dancing around in their abdomen. Like someone had let loose a swarm of moths to dance around in their tummy. Nathan begged to feel pressing his whole face against their belly when the doctor informed them both of what the feeling was at the next appointment. But it wasn't to be... not yet.

The baby fluttered and danced more and more when he could hear Nathan's voice. It wasn't hard. Sometimes when he sang half way across Mordhaus the baby squirmed and wiggled almost as if wishing to join his daddy. Each time his partner felt it they cried Nathan's name and he came running. But eventually when the feeling became a normal occurrence and Charles insured them both that eventually he would feel the baby naturally so that they stopped interrupting his practice sessions.

It wasn't until they were well into their eighth week of pregnancy that it happened. Nathan and his partner were both laying in bed tired as all hell. The little boy decided that it would be fun to cram himself in the space between Nathan’s partners kidneys using them as boxing practice. Nathan bounced between reading Frankenstein and glaring disapprovingly at his love’s visible discomfort. "Hey." He growled leaning low to their tummy. "Listen here. It's not brutal to treat your mom like shit. Kicking kidneys is brutal as hell but only Uncle Pickles is allowed to do that to his mom-" His rambling came to a stop. His cheek had just pressed to his partner’s belly. As if he was listening to his son's response. But he never needed to hear it. Not with a kick like that leaving a near bruise on his cheek. "Hey!-" Nathan gasped sitting up he looked ready to go on another tangent, when his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and met his partner’s loving gaze. The baby kicked him... he felt his son kick.

The smile that spread over his face was near face splitting. "You little shit..."

Pickles:

From the moment they both knew of their little bean Pickles had been using his partner’s tummy to drum out new beats. It was never hard or to hurt. His hand was just drawn to the growing tummy rhythmically tapping his fingers against skin that slowly became taught and rounder by the day.

Unlike Nathan Pickles found his tongue tied when his partner asked him to talk to the baby. "It'll know my voice by the time it's born... I never shut up." He offered though they could see the nervousness in his eyes every time he brought up the baby in a serious tone. Fears of his own childhood plagued him in ways his partner couldn't hope to begin to understand.

It was this misunderstanding that spurred argument after argument. None ever lasting. None serious enough to drive a wedge. But enough to make his partner’s already erratic emotions all the more frayed.

It was after a particularly prickly argument that his partner laid on the couch desperately swiping away tears. Sniffles stuck to the inside of their throat as they fought off another wave of sobs driven by the nausea that waved over them that they never quite kicked in the first trimester. Pickles had done all the apologizing he could. He never really said he was sorry. But he made it up with his presence and being.

Silently drumming a new song onto his S/O’s tummy he sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat of the couch. It was silent all except the high pitched hum of the TV hanging from the ceiling from a meat hook. The reality show the two had been watching long since silenced. "You're an asshole sometimes, Pickles." They whispered shakily. Pickles eyes were dull as they stared just below the screen. "I know." He answered.

The fluttering in his partner’s tummy picked up. The skin there danced with little feet pressing against it and Pickles nearly jumped a full six feet in the air. Leaning back he eyed them and their tummy as if afraid to hurt his love and the baby with his mere touch. Hand held high he clenched and unclenched his ringed fingers fidgeting anxiously. The giggle that rolled through his partner was purely unabashed. pulling his palm back to their tummy they smiled. "I think the baby thinks so too."

Skwisgaar:

The guitarist has so many children that at this point he just assumed it had to be something in the air. Just him breathing would get a devoted fan pregnant. Or so he assumed. So when he and his partner got married and kids came into question he suggested swiping a premade kid. And while they were fine with adoption his spouse never wanted to uproot a child’s life simply because they wanted a family. And so he insisted that if they just wait and be patient. It was bound to happen sooner than later

But when later never came to their shared surprise. Worry sprouted over the little family. Infertility plagued them both. And though his partner blamed themselves expressly Skwisgaar blamed himself for being so promiscuous when he was younger. “I’ve wasted all the soldiers I got.” A lot of the pain shared turned into beautiful and chilling music on his part.

The two of them saw specialist after specialist. Plans were laid out in large manilla folders. Changing diets, taking hormones and upping the times they tried for a baby doubled even though they already had a very healthy sex life. Skwisgaar and his partner tearfully debating on hiring a surrogate while leaning over the last pregnancy test the two had, their last chance. Silent prayers and fidgeting fingers twiddled over the test too scared to look. To afraid to reveal… the positive.

From then on Skwisgaar treated his spouse like a goddess. Not that he didn’t before but he kneeled at their feet and worshipped them now. He was never present with any of his other children. But seeing the blessing growing in his partner’s belly every sonogram made his heart sing. And so he started writing more and more music. Playing them all for the baby. “Is he kickings yet?” He asked excitedly. “Does he like it?!”

It was during one of his new songs that his S/O felt the baby kick. Pulling their husband’s hand from his guitar, he glared at them for interrupting him until he felt the little fluttering under the palm of his hand. He sat up in bed. Face in awe his blue eyes wide and bright as starlight as he sat up straight. Skwisgaar watched with a mixture of amazement, love, and curiosity as the skin on his love’s belly danced beneath his palm. Still as a board he waited watching his hand then his spouse’s face as if scared he’d break something if he breathed. “He’s just saying he loves you.” They whispered kissing him sweetly.

Toki:

Toki’s partner knew they wanted kids as soon as they met the man. The only problem was that they were never able to have said kids. They weren’t exactly born with the tidbits to carry a kid. Which was fine! Toki loved them fully and truly for who they were. All of them. He never wanted to change anything and they’ve done a lot in their life to become the person you are today.

So when the first few years of the marriage passed and they both were happy starting to discuss the possibility of children the first stop was to the doctor to talk about surrogacy. It wasn’t long after they had signed up that they both had a fair choice of women ready to carry the baby.

The two went with a woman that lived fairly close to Mordhaus. Toki and his spouse wanted her to have the freedom of her own life but was desperate to stay connected and see that her medical bills were well and paid as they watched the pregnancy progress.

Toki was over excited about his baby girl. Even before the two knew her gender he was buying the cutest frilliest dresses claiming he just knew in his heart of hearts that he was going to have a daughter. The two made it a common date to go out and shop for the baby’s room. Pink blankets, frilly dresses, bows, stuffies, the works. When old ladies would ask where their daughter was or how far along was his partner Toki always answered they his princess was in another castle.

It was during a visit from their surrogate that it happened. Toki’s partner had made a delicious and healthy dinner for the three of them. They asked her how she wanted her birth plan to go. The two only wanted a healthy baby and told her how she gave birth was her experience alone. Their surrogate happily told them she wanted to give birth naturally but anything that kept the baby alright, she was happy with.

Toki and his partner happily agreed to the plan, slowly devolving the subject from one to another. Telling story after story about the band and its members. How they first met. The time that Rockzo and Toki went riding in the dunes. So on and so on.

Suddenly the surrogate jumped and giggled reaching for both of their hands she pressed them firmly against her tummy. “Oh! I think she’s excited to meet her mommy and daddy!” She chimed. Toki’s partner couldn’t believe it. The surrogate’s belly was warm and round. They felt her bump before and mourned the fact that they’d be unable to feel the experience themselves but as the little pats against their palm grew stronger with their touch. They couldn’t help but let a tearful laugh escape. Their baby. Toki and their own daughter was squirming and reaching out for them. Toki’s expression shifted from slightly distant, as he lost himself in a memory his partner was never to know about, to bright and excited. “That’s my girl! That’s my baby!” He screamed jumping up and down, running his fingers through his hair. “Get here soon baby! Daddy’s so excited to meets you!”

Murderface:

He didn’t want kids. Or so he said to the public. In reality he and his spouse already had three children running around. The only issue with it all was that Murderface was never home during the majority of his partner’s pregnancies. Being a major touring Bassist in one of the biggest bands in the world didn’t give him much leeway to spend family time with his S/O the world didn’t know about.

The day they found out about their fourth, William was promising things would be different. Being pregnant and caring for the children they already had was a lot on anyone. William told Charles to cancel the next leg of the tour. Just until the baby was born.

It was strange for him to see the pregnancy the whole way through so close up. His partner argued that they could handle themselves. Besides they had raised three children without his help so far. But maybe it was his close embrace with death. Or the fact that his grandmother was sick that made him see value in family. But William doted on them hand and foot.

Murderface was extremely behind on his knowledge of how children were brought into the world, especially the middle parts. Morning sickness was both fascinating and disgusted him greatly. His spouse had it worse with this one than the others. He was never been around to see it anyway. So when he offered his partner ginger snaps. A generous idea at the time really. And they immediately got sick it frightened him. Cravings went both ways with his partner apparently. There were foods they wanted with all their life like baked beans, hotdogs and horseradish, or pickles in Mac and Cheese. Then there were ones that triggered the morning sickness the worse. The ginger snaps were a big one he didn’t know about and avoided like the plague from then on.

When his S/O first felt their belly flutter with little kicks a few months in they eagerly called the children into the room to feel the baby. Confused Murderface followed asking what you were on about. The baby was in his partner’s belly. And would be for a while. There was no way to feel it without hurting someone.

His partner snorted and shook their head, taking his hand and held it to their belly waiting for his reaction when the kicking suddenly stopped. William just pouted. “Schee told you.” He huffed. But it was easy to tell he was disappointed.

From then on they both could have sworn he was cursed. Every time the baby kicked his S/O yelled out eager to have Murderface feel the baby. Each time he came the baby went quiet. William swore it was because the baby hated him. His partner promised the baby didn’t but after a while they didn’t entirely have another explanation for what was happening.

At the next ultrasound appointment they asked the doctor why your baby went still when William was around. The doctor laughed especially at your husband who pouted and pretended not to be offended by your baby’s silence.

“They’re just sleeping Mrs. Murderface.” The doctor assured. “The baby is soothed by your voice and goes to sleep when your near.”

Sleepy. He made the baby feel safe and secure. That was a good thing. But William still wanted to feel that baby kick damn it.

It took a while. A lot more patience on William’s end than he’s used to. But by staying by his partner’s side long enough and pressing his hand to their tummy quietly without a word. It finally happened! He felt the little shit kick! and he couldn’t have been happier.

Charles:

How things managed to end up how they had is a mystery to Charles. He hardly had time to sleep at night let alone find the time to fall in love and have a baby. Yet here he was. And he couldn’t be happier.

The secret was that his partner had stolen his heart during work hours. It was against company policies to fraternize with upper level gears and in truth they were the lowest gear of the low. Luckily for them “technically” Charles never once broke that rule. Due to Charles’ tendency to work well past his allotted hours they often found themselves cleaning his office while he was still working.

The two got to talking. Eventually Charles let them call him his real name not just “sir”. One late night of working turned to another. Then another. Then suddenly Charles was staying for more reasons than his pile of paperwork to work on at his desk. And… Well.. One thing lead to another… and here they were pregnant and married to the CFO of all Dethklok.

Charles was a very observant man. He knew them more than anyone. Maybe more than they knew themselves. And the pregnancy hadn’t been especially easy. Morning sickness more than ravaged their body in the first trimester. Charles had to special order an anti nausea medication for his partner. Not to mention the other natal meds and term antidepressants that his partner needed.

Charles was almost afraid to leave his partner alone. But his job was more dangerous than most. And his partner’s pregnancy was precarious. Stress was a huge no no in the Offdensen household. And so Charles hired a team of on call nursing staff to live in at Mordhaus. He built a special birthing wing for his partner and hired a team of mental health and massage therapists to help keep stress down.

Down time between the two was scarce but Charles did his best to spend it wisely. His partner tried their best too. Long baths were spent in the extra large clawed foot bathtub. Scented oils and flower pedals floated on top of the water and wrapped across their bodies as sensually as the touches they shared.

His hand rested on his partner’s growing tummy as he pressed soft kisses to the side of their neck whispering soft nothings and excited promises in their ear.

“You’re so brave darling. I’m so proud of you. Don’t you forget that my love.” Words he’d only ever whisper to his love of loves. “I love you.”

The kicks started soft. Gentle against his partner’s belly. He could barely even feel them when his love moved their hands around to catch butterflies that roamed their tummy. But soon. One after the other. Charlie could feel them pat patting against his fingers. “I think they love you too.”

Magnus:

He was not ready for kids at all. He was poor and broke and living off of a box of half eaten cheese balls and toaster strudel when his partner first announced the pregnancy. He wanted to just wish his partner a fond farewell. He’d happily send an alimony and child support check in the mail every so often to cover the costs and go to jail because he wasn’t meeting the quota he needed not to go to jail.

But after much long deliberation and long and hard discussions with his partner about what they were going to do at this point. Magnus just couldn’t bare putting his child up for adoption to suffer a fate similar to his own. So together they started pinching Pennie’s.

Together they both worked 5 jobs collectively. Magnus picked up more and more shifts at his 3 dead end jobs while his partner worked their asses off at the two they had. Eventually, they saved up enough to buy a nice crib. Then the paint they’d need to turn the corner of their room into a nursery. Magnus was looking up apartments with 2 bedrooms for well over 3 months now with no success. Either the rent was way too high or the location was so dangerous it was out of the question.

It was after his partner’s second shift that Magnus sat in the parking lot with his beater car off so as not to waste gas. His seat was reclined back his eyes closed as he waited. Visions of destroying Dethklok dancing in his head. The passenger side door only pulled him from his musing for a Brief moment. It wasn’t until his partner groaned and placed his hand against their tummy that he cracked an eye open.

��Tell your kid to stop kicking me in the spine.” They whined plopping back against the passenger seat. With a deep groan Magnus reached down to his side pulling on the lever to raise his seat back into a sitting position. His hair was a mess and greasy from his shift in the garage he just got off from. His next shift started in less than 4 hours and he was desperate to get home and get some sleep. But when his partner didn’t sleep neither did he.

“Listen here you little shit.” Magnus growled gently rubbing his partner’s belly. “You leave momma alone or else.” He murmured. His partner gasped as the baby kicked harder into their spine. Little fists punched up into his palm. A little rebellion picked up straight from their daddy. Brat.

MMA:

This man was a different person before he lost his brother. Was he still an assassin and a heartless murderer? Oh absolutely yes. But that’s how he met his partner. He was assigned to take them out. But when he met his match… well. One thing led to another. Next thing he knew he had really taken them out, to slaughter the person that hired him… and pick up some McDonald’s on the way home.

It wasn’t long before his partner was pregnant. Not that they knew right away. Nor that they cared once they found out. A baby was… difficult in their line of work. But so was love. And he figured he was killing at that so far. Literally. what was one more person to protect and bring into the family business?

It was after an especially difficult job. The two were covered in blood and guts and gore kissing passionately, debating on if they wanted to take each other right there or take it home when he felt little patters kick against his body through his partner’s belly. His first reaction was to glare. What the actual fuck?! But when it happened again and he remembered that there was a baby in his loves belly he relaxed and smiled.

He was going to do anything for that child no matter what.

[samiwife]

Hi again can you do Headcanons and Preferences for Julian Casablancas ? I never found nothing about him, I would really love + the way you think and write it's perfect!

Of course! I love doing these. By far my favorite things to write! Also thanks for the support and request!!!! <3

Headcanon and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Julian Casablancas)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Always sings for you

Tries to take you on tour but you always say no

Playing with his hair is a constant

You wear his leather jackets

He always wraps his arms around you

He's unbelievably funny

He's also very wise and mindful

You could talk to him for HOURS

Sleeps face down like a corpse (haha, I'M SORRY)

He's insecure about his lips (thinks they're too thin)

He always snuggles his head in your chest

You make fun of his style a lot

Gets jealous easily

Pouts when he's jealous

He doesn't know it but he has MUSCLES

Radiates gentlemen vibes

HE IS VERY CHIVALROUS

Does everything for you like opening car doors, carrying you to bed, etc

He makes funny faces when alone with him

LEAVES HICKEYS EVERYWHERE ON YOUR BODY

Speaks so many languages

Loves touring

Eats so little (it concerns you)

He drinks and smokes (which you hate)

Wears nice black boots with tank tops

When he wears belts, it kills you

Chugs energy drinks

Draws a lot but also writes song lyrics a lot

His smile is everything

Flirts with his fans

Has the funniest stares when he looks at you

You sometimes help dye his hair

Very medium-sounding moans during sex

HOWEVER, he is very good at doing oral

His tongue is a skill

Him fingering you drives you crazy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He sings when he's alone

Gets slightly embarrassed when you hear him sing

Has a lot of vintage music stuff like a CD player and records

Would wear fake mustaches to make you laugh

He loves to make you smile or laugh

Holds your hand when you're scared

Piggyback rides are common

He may be insecure about his lips but he is a good kisser

Loves eating dessert

Would choose sweets rather than an actual meal

Loves comedy films and watches them with you all the time

Hates studying and books (thinks they're for nerds)

Also hates going shopping but does it for you

He can be very mean sometimes

He makes fun of you like how you make fun of him

Playfully pushes you and hits you

Always fake cry when you slightly hit him

He always wears funny T-shirts

Also loves Disney movies

Has an undying love for Mickey Mouse (LMAO)

Makes his own loom bracelets

You mock him for having a shirt that looks like a mechanic would wear

His morning voice is so hot

Rides his bike but he sometimes falls off it

Great with babies but terrible with kids

He tries to act like an older brother in front of kids

He acts like a father with babies

Overpacks while traveling

His nails are always clean and neat

Has crooked teeth but it's okay

For some odd reason, he loves playing golf

Hates cold weather

Always looks like a grandma when the weather is cold

He gets sick easily

You steal his necklaces and bracelets

His favorite vacation spot is NYC

Speaks fluent French

Speaks French to confuse you

He's kinda dumb but you always teach him

He loves music class

Has strong political views

Loves learning about philosophy

Loves learning about space and planets

Has glow in the dark stars around his bedroom

Has the weirdest decorations in his room like a rocksalt lamp and stalker-like pictures of you

His favorite animals are lizards

He tries to skateboard but he keeps falling

Lastly, he kisses you a lot on the lips, cheek, chest, and much more. He also tries his best to make a better life for you. He talks about marriage a lot with you.

THANKS 4 READING <3

[angels-fluff]

Matchmaking Request for @mothencoon

About you

(Some of these details are specific to the idea of “what if” you were in the verse. Think about yourself as a demon, what would you be like? When filling this out.) 

Sin: Envy and Greed

Cause of death: Failed robbery

What kind of demon do you think you’d be?: I'd probably be a crow or a fox, more specifically a Bat-eared fox

Personality: A scary and cold looking nonbinary guy that's actually just too scared to talk to anyone lol. Is a bundle of joy after you've known me for a while, always cracking up a joke or doing dumb things for entertainment. Doesn't mean that I'm not serious at times, whenever it's called for I know how to behave and even offer some good yet harsh and truthful advice. Is very caring and protective towards close people. Despite the loud nature, I love calm places and often do my creative activities there such as reading and drawing.

What are your 3 best qualities? (What you like about yourself, personality related, appearance related, etc)

 My eyes, people have told me they are beautiful and some even compare it to the eyes of a doe

 The way I manage to easily adapt to other people or my surroundings

 My open-mindedness, always being open to new ideas and new ways of seeing the world

3 Worst? 

 The fact I'm a little chubby

 I'm slow, often struggling to interacting with some people and understanding them

My refusal to ask for help and going all agressive when denying it, more like stubbornness

Fears?: Being alone and not achieving what I've been working for basically all my life

Hobbies?: I love to do creative activities like reading, drawing and writing.

Should I consider male, female or all characters for your match?: Male characters if you wouldn't mind :) This is my request, sorry if it's long and hope you have a good day! Don't forget to drink water and eat plenty, also don't rush this just take plenty of rests and do it at your own time. Hope you have a wonderful day!! :D

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Okay first before I get into this, I have no idea when you submitted this LOL. I'm so sorry if you've been waiting ages for this, but I appreciate your patience and kindness! I have a glass of water right on my desk as I'm working on this <3

But to make it up to you, at the end I'm going to present a second option for a match to you since I was having a hard time deciding between the two.

Also since I have not done one of these in such a long time and the show has come out since the last time I posted I feel the need to reiterate to anyone reading this. These matchmaking posts are my opinion. If you disagree, that's fine but this is between me and the person who submitted the request. These are all my own interpretations of the characters and by no means am I saying my interpretations fit into canon in any way. They're just for fun!

OKAY, let's get into it!

I ship you with...

Angeldust

Okay let's face it, you're shy and quiet, and in all my headcanons Angeldust is always more patient than most people would expect. Besides "scary and cold looking = HOT AND DANGEROUS" to Angeldust.

When you first met there were the normal Angeldust shenanigans, absolutely unafraid to let you know that he's attracted to you. It's when he realizes that you're shy that really makes his heart absolutely melt. You. Are. Adorable. He's going to take advantage of this fact and see how flustered he can get you.

This spider absolutely loves making all of the "draw me like one of ya french girls~" jokes when you're doing art. But there's just something relaxing about being able to spend time with you and just watch you create something. You bet that he's bragging about your work too.

While your refusal to ask for help drives him up a wall, it's okay because that won't stop him from helping you anyway. It might be a little rocky at the beginning of your relationship and lead to some arguments but once he figures out how to read you, it's all over for you friend. YOU'RE GONNA TAKE HIS HELP AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT.

Also guess whose gonna help you work on your confidence? That's right, this spider. You're hot in his eyes and he's determined to make you own it. "Chubby" Might be a flaw to you but to Angeldust? Who doesn't love a big, handsome, funny nonbinary guy? You are a light in his dark world and his whole heart.

Though he feels tied down with Val, you're the calm in the storm for him. Hearing your laugh and staring into your sweet doe eyes are all he looks forward to every day.

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THE RUNNER UP...

Lucifer Morningstar

I just think your personalities would mesh so well together. Having a sunny disposition despite everything is something Lucifer values highly. Though his own spirit had been broken previously, it will always be something he admires in others. Again, I just see him thinking you're absolutely adorable.

[hannahssimblr]

can you put on your creative director / marketing hat and talk about the cover art for lucky boy (and/or both) 🎤

!!! I've actually never been asked about visuals before this is so fun!!

Okay! So here's the cover in question

Honestly I love this and I was really proud of how it turned out.

The raw & more detail is below the cut

Alright! so the idea for this was that it's simply an image of Jude: finally free!

Here he is backpacking in Thailand which he hasn't done yet as of the date of this post, but Lucky Girl readers will know that he eventually Does Do That.

You can tell by his hair here too that he's older. He has this haircut when he reunites with Evie briefly in 2012, so I imagine this trip took place sometime around summer-autumn 2011.

To be honest the whole purpose of Lucky Boy was as sort of an extension of the original story for Lucky Girl readers who wanted more in-depth detail about Jude's life, more than what he ever had the time to tell Evie during her portion of the story, so for that reason the story is filled with little hints of what we know will happen, as well as nods to specific things about him that some have already learned - Like, how the story opens with him getting both ears pierced. The fact that he was a boy with two (and eventually 3) piercings was something that Evie found particularly cute and unique about him, and it's something he references in jest from time to time. ("haven't you seen my cute little earrings?")

Anyway, Thailand is where he gets that rather meaningless forearm tattoo, but it's also a place where he spends a lot of time alone. He does travel with a friend, but said friend is holed up with food poisoning for a significant chunk of the trip, which makes me quite certain that Jude spent a lot of time doing a lot of thinking. I'll explore this more in the actual story when I get there, but it's worth pointing out that when Evie meets him after this trip she notices a certain calmness in him, and like he's lost a lot of the boyish energy ("I realise I am looking at a man"). I feel like this trip is somewhat responsible for that.

He's also, clearly, facing away from the camera, which is probably self explanatory. In the chapter with Jen's birthday, as they take the train to the aquarium in Bray he waxes lyrical (as usual, yawn!) about his preference to sit facing the engine, never looking back. It's the same in this image. He is always moving forward.

YET - that is his school bag. (It is the wrong colour, yes, i didn't have the recoloured version when i made this poster lmao) so there's a sense that he's still in some way tied to childhood, to the things that are unresolved. Lucky Girl readers already know what (and who) those things are but I'll develop all that further from my controllers seat here inside Jude's brain.

"It seems like we wanted the same thing (...) Not to grow up too quickly, like, to be allowed to just be a kid.”

Also - the toy attached to it represents Ivy. It's never explicitly stated in the story, but I think it's probably not in his character to have something like that on his bag unless it was gifted from someone important. So, he's carrying her with him too on his travels.

Now, for the artistic stuff (eek!)

I chose this pinky purple as the base colour by messing around with some hard light blending and the colour balance adj. because it creates that kinda fantasy feeling, like wonder and/or enlightenment is ahead, which hopefully for our dumb boy, it is. Purple is also often used in graphic design to indicate creativity, which is apt, seeing as he's an artist and all that.

I slapped in some sun in the corner ala 3 year old child's drawing, and added the text in yellow for no reason other than it's a complementary colour, and it picks up some of the yellows in the image.

Then added a text gradient to blend it in better and a little drop shadow effect

And finally some grain, paper texture and rounded corners because I wanted it to feel tangible, that sweet, nostalgic 35mm camera effect, or like a postcard.

and that's it!!

This was so fun, you know I love 2 yap and you gave me a platform to do so.

Thanks so much for your question!

[lil-demi-boy]

OMG your mw sketches are so good! especially beebs love shrike jojo pose and i would love to hear your theories : 3

Aaaa thank you!! I love drawing them both a whole lot, but I definitely need to draw more Beebs <3

But yeah as for theories, they'll be under the cut Big shout out to my friend CL for helping me like, break the show down and get ideas going and thinking of a few of these first

(Also heads up, I just finished typing out Shrike's theories and it's long as hell so big read ahead)

Okay so some Shrike thoughts

He's canonically the last of his species, but he doesn't seem too torn up about it like Beebs seems to be about his own past, so is he just really good at hiding that pain or does he genuinely have no regrets?

If he is hiding his pain, the Terran obsession could be his coping mechanism, he hides in El Bandito cartoons so he doesn't have to face the truth that once he's gone, his whole species is

On the flipside, in the show, he seems to sleep just fine, dreams about normal things, never seems to have anything bothering him consciously or subconsciously, so I actually think he's genuinely fine over being the last of his species

I'll get back to that in a minute though, for now I'd like to look at his style: we know he wears a suit he got from being a member of LAW, and his guns match his suit/shoes, so I imagine he got the guns with the suit and was trained by LAW how to use them

He also claims "this is all I know!" when Beebs tells him to stop shooting in ep 3 so it's not hard to imagine he went straight from knowing little about fighting into LAW (unlike Beebs, who I'll get to)

With his LAW history in mind and seeming lack of care about the eradication of his species, it makes me wonder if the two could be connected

There's the Hunted theory, the Superman theory, and the Bad Alien theory, two of which involve the storage crystal in the back of his head

Said crystal appears to be very important; it's limited, but it is hammer space, it could have a ton of practical uses, and would likely be something that bad people wanna get ahold of, plus in ep 2 (which is HEAVY with foreshadowing, even with stuff that happens in the episode itself) they point out Shrike's crystal several times, calling him the Mother Crystal, showing Beebs looking between Punti's crystal and Shrike's, even Dr. Agnes tried to pull it out of his head at one point, so I'm thinking someone's gonna want it

In comes the Hunted theory: Shrike's species is born with these crystals, or they're at least given at birth/a young age (with Shrike saying he's had his since forever in ep 2), but since they're so useful, other aliens started hunting his species down to kill them and take the crystals. Shrike was taken on to LAW bc he was one of the last few of his kind n they wanna keep an eye on them

Literally as I was typing I thought of another theory, the Foreshadowing theory: The way Shrike talks about what happened to him (LAW setting him up with a dumb job after) makes me think it was actually more like a mass extinction, much like how Punti is the last of his kind after a mass extinction, one that LAW showed up afterwards to find and take the last one into custody, though in this theory, I think Shrike's crystal and the multiple comparisons between Shrike and Punti may point to Shrike being the only one of his kind with that crystal in his head

Which is also the case in the Superman Theory, where his family knew they were all gonna die, so they put Shrike in a pod (either being born with or given the crystal) and sent him off to protect him as they all die (which yeah isn't original but come on, baby Shrike)

Finally there's my favorite theory (NOT the one I believe in the most, just the one I think is the most fun to write for), the Bad Alien theory: why would Shrike be so carefree about his whole species being dead? Well what if they were actually a horrible species, like the Krill in Orville? They're blood-thirsty conquerors responsible for wiping out plenty of other species, and something about Shrike (maybe the crystal?) made him different and decide this wasn't okay, so he finds a way to work for LAW and be their spy on the inside, helping his species get captured and killed as punishment for all the pain and destruction they've caused while Shrike gets a job for helping them out so he can stay on his feet

Also not a theory or anything, I just love the detail that Shrike's chair in the Bucket has a spot on the headrest that's been scratched out by Shrike's gem, idk how they thought of that but that's so smart

Anyway that's enough about Shrike, let's get on to Beebs

Beebs oh man, sweetie, my baby boy, he has got to have a sad fuckin backstory. He's missing 3 of his 4 limbs, he implies he's lost at least one loved one, he's just so iudhfishuis I love him

Anyway, in episode 3 when he's talking to Us, he mentions he's been through losing someone "once or twice", which to me points to the possibility that he lost his partner or his family, but tbh I think he lost his wife (or whatever gender partner you prefer to think of him with) and child

He's very fatherly, taking the lead and being gentle and patient and understanding, plus in ep 2 when the Lythop that went in Shrike's head was crying, Beebs was already bent on a knee and ready to hold the lil guy like a dad comforting his crying kid, and in ep 3 he sits in with Shrike and lets him talk about El Bandito like a kid showing off their favorite cartoon to their dad (plus it makes him a dilf)

There's also another character we've seen in promo art, Champion Ajax, who looks like a Walrinian like Beebs is, and his name being Champion Ajax (among other things I'll get to) gives me the impression that maybe this species is battle-heavy and loves to throw down

They're physically imposing and tall, plus Beebs is shown to be a skilled fighter with both his close range hammer and long range grenades; I wouldn't be surprised if he could use every weapon in his light stick thing tbh

With champions and a proficiency in mixed weapons, what if Beebs' species takes part in gladiator type sports? Fighting each other for the fun and glory with the biggest and strongest of them all being the champion

If this is the case, I do think Beebs might've been a champ at one point, but he finally lost or quit

I don't have fancy names for these theories, n they're more like thoughts anyway but like

It's possible he lost his limbs during his run as Champion and that led him to quit (he didn't seem interested in getting any more parts of him made mechanical, as evidenced by his response to Shrike telling him to get an internal translator)

But the way sadder option is that whatever took his limbs is also what took his family, like some kind of explosion or something, or even worse, something that he did caused it

If you'll notice, sometimes when he opens his mouth wide, you can see two weird, round "teeth" in the corners of his mouth, which come to find out are actually where his tusks should be (side note: BLESS the artist who drew him with his tusks that one time, I love it)

So why doesn't he have his tusks? Were they cut off because he quit being Champion? Maybe he was blamed for the death of his family n cutting off tusks is a sign of shame/exile

Him being exiled may count for why he's in Monkey Wrench right now, like in ep 3 he clearly wasn't sure he was cut out for merc work so I highly doubt this was his idea, he likely needed a job to keep himself afloat, and here came Shrike

On that note, I wonder about Shrike and Beebs' relationship, cause when talking to Us, Beebs said that Shrike is his friend "or something"; have they just not known each other long enough to really call each other friends, or does Shrike just annoy him n that was a joke? How long have they known each other? Maybe they met through LAW at some point?

That's about all I got, but yeee thank you for asking, and apologies if it's a lil too long

[cerealandchoccymilk]

Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapter #02

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Continuation of my Trigun annotation for the book club. I'm doing a deep-read of the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read) side-by-side, and writing down everything I notice from small details, version differences, translation differences, etc. (and being gay about the characters <3 always important)

Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...

And the rest is under the cut. read my notes boy!!

[link for if the images aren't in horizontal rows]

The second page has an error - 悪夢 was probably misread as 悪魔 ("happen" and "awaken" are also the same kanji). It should be "Then, the nightmare occurred." It's really cool that this still works really well considering...y'know (not saying for the first-time readers ;) )

I just love how that drawing of Vash is so cool and serious...

...and then you turn the page and he's in the most pathetic cunty pussy-out pose you've ever seen. Easily one of my favorite panels. Also made a math question for funsies. sorry to anyone who got high school flashbacks, but I absolutely loved trigonometry lmao. I could do this forever.

A little pun(?) that may or may not be intentional - In Japanese, someone with a bounty on their head is called 賞金首, lit. "bounty neck" ("neck" sometimes signifies the entire head). The locals call out for the bounty-neck right as Vash hurt his neck lol

I love how creepy Vash moves sometimes. absolute cryptid

This is entirely a Japanese-only detail, but I really loved how Vash said バヤイ (bayai) in the sobbing in French line, because my mom also says that instead of 場合 (baai) when she's being silly lmao. Also, it's notable that in Japanese, Vash says フランセ語 ("Francé-go," where "go" is the suffix for languages) which may be either another miles->iles/double-dollar situation, or just him speaking silly like バヤイ.

Also, the line after that would more accurately be "How am I supposed to deal with all these locals?"

Here, the "Really?" is actually Meryl saying something like "I'll give you a hint."

Meryl tends to be the one responsible for the braincell in fanworks but it's important to remember that she absolutely is dumb too (affectionate).

I'm so glad I wrote that reminder about Meryl's speech, but I don't think I'll be able to do it justice here when I have so much more to talk about. I'll have to write another post later, so I'll link it when it's done. The gist is that she talks like a stereotypical high-class anime girl, and the trope is from how a similar demographic in Meiji-era Japan actually spoke.

The boy's pussy faces the world yet again. I love all the faces he makes!! look at him!!!!!!!!!!! he's so cute

The text on the board here was very messy and squished, but it says something like "Vash the Stampede Absolute Capture Task Force Headquarters." Honestly don't know how to fit all that into the board though so uh good luck on that for 2.0... Also dear god Vash has so much energy... He's just been running for 3 hours straight...!!

Fun fact: the equivalent idiom to "fight fire with fire" in Japanese is "use poison on poison."

Love how Nebraska is just like "no we didn't jailbreak, we just let ourselves out :/"

Translation error for Milly and the chairman - Milly is saying "Why do things keep getting worse and worse!?" and the chairman is mumbling "What's the deal with you two..."

Showing some love for his pretty pretty eyes..........(gives him so many smooches in my head)("i can imagine anything" image)(can't add it because i reached the 30 image limit)

The "Freeze!" is actually untranslated, just re-typed to match the surrounding font. Also, that panel is the first time Vash's antennae is shown bent!! It goes back up immediately after that though.

Fun fact #2. Vash says ara ara. if you even care.

This line never fails to hit me hard. They're all desperate mothers and sisters, and they're taking on the bad role because nothing's more important than their dear children. (reminds me of a certain someone...)

I've seen someone mention this before, but Trimax definitely adjusted the number of plants. Fifty!?!? Also, in Japanese, "plants" and "died" were in quotations.

I love the gun pull in the right panel. Vash obviously definitely doesn't intend on shooting, but is rather showing off his skill and resolve as an intimidation tactic to throw the girls off-guard.

God this entire spread is just so RAW.... (here's the post that's mentioned in blue. it just reminded me)

Some more hypes and sillies. The impact that "KISS MY ASS!!" had on my first read was phenomenal!! It's so silly!! and cool!!!

And then there's this!! Another favorite part of mine. Vash's antennae are bent again! They kind of alternate between straight and bent from here.

The green writing about the onomatopoea are more of just a translation note rather than a suggestion. I can't think of any good beckoning noises in English :V

And finally, Milly calls "Mr. Bomb" "Bomb-kun" in Japanese which I think yall would enjoy lol. And happy strangling her saturday tuesday.

The Japanese version of the annotations are in the reblogs, if anyone wants them.

I have Chapter #03 mostly ready, so I'll probably post it tomorrow morning and try to speedrun the rest of the chapters because this is taking longer than I expected!! God there's just so much to say!! (Also gotta remember to write about Meryl's speech!!)

And thank yall so much for the feedback on the Chapters #00-01 post!! I didn't know so many people were interested in such small details!! Love (and peace) yall 🫶🤞

[oh-wow-a-drawer]

I love your art!!

Opinions on angelbutter?

Thank you for the kind words!!! ✨💖3💖✨

As for the question, I think I should point some of the things out:

- First of all, the Frostpegg duo has incredible chemistry both on and off set and every scene including both of them just. looks GOOD bc they work together so well and their interactions are something else;

- Secondly, Hot Fuzz is a gay gay romcom. And it works! It's not annoying enough for me to hate the ship, which, to be honest, is rare;

- I am DOWN BAD for the "ah he's so tough and serious but he has a soft spot for the only special person in he life/ ah he's so dumb such a small little scrunkly but so cheerful and so cute" trope *coughs intensely, sliding my sketches under the bed simultaneously*

- simon pegg is a slut and there is no choice for me but to reach out to him with my filthy slutty hands and ship him with the lads;

So,

HF is a comedy, aimed, in general, to make fun of things, but Angelbutter stands out. I suppose Simon&co just went like "what if nick wins a stuffed toy for danny at the fare? oh yeah, let's make them watch movies and fall asleep together! etc etc" - purely random clichés just for fun, but they, in fact, worked! Worked because they fit the story and the characters - Nick doesn't get along with Danny just because they are in a romcom, but because he is naive, easygoing - an unexpected characteristics for Angel as he's used to boring, serious big city policemen(police officers, har har har), because he shows Nick that his job doesn't have to be his whole life, because Danny stands up for him, after all. Relationship is all about sharing the experience and the knowledge.

Someone has pointed out the parallels between Nick's relationship with his actual ex and his relationship with Danny - how different they are, and how much better does Angelbutter work because of how different Danny is.

I think what also works in Angelbutters favor is that they aren't actually canon, so their love line isn't stretched and doesn't look far-fetched or unrealistic - it's extremely lighthearted, as it should be, and it makes me believe in it, because they act like actual people would.

All in all- I love Angelbutter!! They are extremely sweet and boyfriends material, totally on my priority list X3

P.S. i don't draw them mostly bc danny's face is complicated, but these things take time and i'll figure it out >:)

[candyeyes-art]

Explain my oc for you guys

1. Mask her name is amylia she's not that serious it's just her face never show her emotions, she studying hard to become a perfect mask then other mask.she loves doing art that's how she released her stress.like I say miya (the owner of the mask) know that Fedor have clones , she tell Amylia about kuromaku maybe he can teach her for free after Amylia heard about that she thinks that was good idea . Her relationship with kuromaku is slowly turn into romantic she tried to flirt with kuromaku but her pickup line is not that good for example "everytime you talk make me sleeping" she wanted to say that his voice make her calm and relax. She not really social with people, she put her earphones and listen to song. She really hate Ogon and lizard.

2. Mask her name is Ogon she obsessed with hello Kitty.she have anger issues and an OCD she really hate seeing something messy or not that's why she doesn't like amylia drawing it's always messy especially amylia hands she tried her best to fight back her anger,she hate her own owner. For the first time she meet with Fedor clone it's already become her first nightmare the way peak never brush his hair, you know varu really like to prank with people when varu found out Ogon has OCD he start make Fedor apartment messy. Felix try to calm down Ogon it's not working at all until she met Dante first she really hate Dante how lazy he is and doesn't care much about him but then she invited him to go jogging with her, advice him to eat healthy food and teach him to wash his clothes .after found out she had crush on dante she disappointed falling in love with guy like dante

3.mask her name is Darling she really sweet person she likes to sing her voice really beautiful. She knows how to control her anger and she really worried about Ogon with her anger issues. She love baking and giving it to people she love. She finds Felix is good person whose trying to spread the kindness sometimes she worries the way he he show his kindness is wrong meanwhile zontik she tried to give something positive so that he can calm down for little bit. Her relationship with Felix and zontik like siblings where Darling is being big sister for them.

4.mask her name is paper she is mime she like prank someone is something she really good her first victim prank is shadow, she really good with origami she have twin sister that also mime but opisite than her. When she met Fedor clone she already target zontik, peak and varu to be her prank victim. Paper doesn't like varu at all she thinks he's stupid and awful with prank, she hate kuromaku for thinking she was dumb. She has love sick not that she in love it's kinda like she want to puke if someone try flirt with that's why she keeps herself away from Romeo. Sometimes her and zontik become bit close to become friend. She also have her own weakness , her weakness is lizard. She love manga

5. Mika she is shy person and kind but don't cross the line.she's mime.She really good at fighting and really like to write poem. She having crush on varu because she thought varu like spiders to just like her, she has twin sister paper. She try to tell her sister to stop making pranks to other people. She love all kinds of spider she have spider and give they name Lily but her spider death get hit by Ogon. She's friend with Helen, Zontik and cleo.she have one friend name lotus she care so much about her . She loves listen to metal baby

6.mask her name is lotus full energy love have fun she like pinky pie from mlp . Her ponytails is actually fake. She love talking with people sometimes they tell her to count from 1 to 100 to make her stop talking for a moment. She friends with everyone no matter if some of them actually hate her. Darling is like her big sister they sometimes baking together. She wish that everyone have happy life. She love make video she have her own channel on YouTube. the video she make is like make up tutorial and her victim is Romeo, peak and her friend Mika. She listen same music with Mika. She doesn't like fireworks it's make her ear hurts Mika give her earplugs everytime there was fireworks .

7.mask his name is shadow he kind like soft guy.He coward but tried to be brave men he doesn't like frog all kinds of frog and being bully by paper with her frog origami. He grateful when he met with zontik so that he doesn't feel like only guy that soft. His hair kinda like curl but everytime he got scared his hair will turn straight hair. He got sad easily . He love knitting and crochet . He has bunny plush name snow he crochet.He live milkshake. He have allergic to flowers

8.mask her name is ryumi she just like cleo not talking to much with other . Her best friend is Ogon. Her horn have magic like telekinesis . She love eating rice. She love the view of sunrise, sunset and beautiful nature. She just chill girl

9.mask her name is mati she just creepy girl. She love eating lemon. Her partner is key name Romero. The key is evil with other people but not with mati. Back to Mati she can see the ghost. Sometimes she summon the demon because she wants them to buy her more lemon . She kind creepy that's why other mask doesn't want to talk with her only lotus and paper brave enough to talk with her. She tried to eat Felix because he look like lemon to her.

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can u give us a fun facts about wandeer please.................

YES I WOULD LOVE TO

some are like "headcanons" in a way and subject to change so I'll mark those with a *

• wander likes to do arts and crafts. he has hand puppets of him & klaus and he does a lot of drawings and paintings (which he isn't that good at). he also likes to sing/dance but doesn't do it very often (partially a nod to his first design being a singing/performing robot and not a weaponized robot)

• he has a lot of random collections (?) of things. he has a wall with several cat posters on it ("hang in there" posters mostly) drawers filled with stuff, he just likes to collect things.

• (continuation of previous) he also has a wall of crosses/crucifix, other religious symbols for protection, good luck charms, etc. wander is not religious but it's rather out of superstition and having delusions related to religion *

• he has pretty long hair, it stays pinned up under the box until he takes it off. despite not really needing to wear it anymore, he still feels like he does need to / that he needs his face to stay hidden, and also that it has become part of him now

• wanders boots are from his old job. his lab coat was from Klaus, back when he was alive, he gave one to wander while he was teaching them. wander modified it to fit more tightly around the body and flow outwards because he thought it otherwise looked a little too professional; though wander has an entire outfit taken from Klaus as well (after death) and uses that one to operate. the lab coat is not modified.

• wanders box has been with him for a while. he took it with him when he left Klaus to cover his face and has kept it since then.

• he is superstitious

• he's placed bells around most of the doors in his lab/house to alert him when someone enters

• wander isn't a "dumb" character, he was built knowing most things. it's more than his mind is constantly elsewhere, he has little opportunity to do anything with that knowledge, and he is (in current state) almost always frazzled or paranoid to some extent

• he knows most languages and is fluent in a few (english, Spanish, ASL). english was his first, as that's what Klaus speaks

• wander's physical damage is all on one side because Klaus repeatedly hit wander on that side while fighting him. he did not hit the other one

• he is ambidextrous

• wanders story currently has 3-4 potential canon endings - one where he continues to live as he did in the 15 years past klaus' death, one where he stops trying to carry on in life and lays without moving until he rots/degrades (like death but he's still aware and conscious), one where he gets worse, and one where he gets better. (there are also some noncanon joke endings I've considered) *

• I've purposely not labeled wanders mental state (not only because I'm afraid people will think I'm trying to make those with mental disorders look evil, but he's a robot, so it's kind of difficult) but it would be closest to schizoaffective [bipolar type 1], and potentially autism & hypersexuality — those two weren't intentional but something I've considered *

• more of one I regularly mention, but wander has a lot of human organs that he surgically transplanted into himself. none of them are arranged correctly, most of them are upside down, as in his heart is around the stomach area and his kidneys are in his chest. he does his own surgeries and stitches up himself

• wander is strictly against harming kids. I've had a lot of people think wander doesn't like kids / that he hates them, but he does like them and will refuse to hurt them in any way & tries his best not to do so unintentionally because his childhood wasn't good, and he doesn't wish that harm on any other children. if any did decide to come to his lab, he would try to take care of them as best as he could

• wander is not evil and does not enjoy killing. he killed Klaus, but still felt bad about it. he would not kill someone purposely without a lot of reason behind it. he is afraid of people (as in humans) but still wishes for friends and company, and wouldn't hurt/kill anyone without a reason (like them threatening him first)

• it is difficult to work out wanders age because of him being a robot, but after the 15 years of sitting alone, he is 42 years old. he was 27 when he killed Klaus. (I still need to work on how to word age for robots because it's not the same as a human or living animal of course)

• wander has been through multiple divorces (3 at least)

• he is genderfluid, pansexual, and aromantic (questioned him being something like cupioromantic before but it's not final). he uses all/any pronouns (though I mostly use "he" to talk about wander because mixing them can be confusing and only recently I've changed wanders pronouns from being she/her for several years to being all/any)

• he has a favorite tool/weapon that he brings with him everywhere, and it is a saw with a red handle. (I've questioned wander being objectum before but not finalized it; though he is affectionate and caring towards this weapon in specific rather than others, I've not decided on whether it's because it's his favorite or if it's because of something else)

• his neck and arms are attached by strong magnets. they're detachable, but not by human strength *

Ummm yeah thatis kind of a bunch but he's been around about 7 years now I think about him a lot and he's the most developed so 👍👍 I hope that is awesome THANK YOU