#i draw and i write cause i hate keeping things in my head

[risingoftime]

TOUCHED LIKE A PRAYER | SAMMIE MOORE X F!READER

based on this request! thank you for inspiring me :)

You stared at Sammie as he sang and strummed his guitar mercilessly. He was taken entirely, as he played like the world would end if he stopped. It was awe-inspiring to see a man enraptured by his passion for music. He played like he loved it more than breathing. Sammie’s fingers were calloused and raw, chasing the next perfect note and melody even if it meant he’d draw his own blood. Something happened that night, the night Sammie got those scars on his cheek. He wouldn’t dare utter a word to you or anyone else, for that matter. But when he played, it seemed like he had travelled elsewhere; a part of you wondered if he had returned to that unspoken night.

I’ve seen it, haven’t you? How he keeps going, even when the scars are louder than the music. Even when they tell him he’s too rough, too raw, too Black for the places that matter. It’s gotten in the way of work, of gigs, of respect. But Sammie still plays. Because somewhere in all that ache, the music still says his name like a prayer. And watching him, you can’t help but love him for it.

He sat at the edge of the bed, guitar limp in his lap like a tired limb. It was a part of him after all. His shoulders sagged in defeat, under something heavier than the day, heavier than the Delta heat.

“I can’t keep doin this,” he murmured, voice rough, eyes fixed on the floor like it might offer relief. “They hear the sound, sure they always do. But as soon as they see me… it changes. Doors close, faces shift. That smile they had turns polite, then turns cold and demeaning.”

You stayed quiet, let the silence help fill the space for the ache that had succumbed your baby Sammie.

“I play till my fingers split. I write songs that make grown men cry for fuck’s sake! But it ain’t enough. Not with this skin, and definitely not with these scars. They look at me and see trouble, no talent.” Sammie finally raised his head to look at you, eyes glassy from unshed tears and pain he’d carried too long. “I ain’t got nothing to show for myself but a guitar from my cousins and torn up hands that ain’t even presentable enough for an interview.”

You moved closer, reaching for him. Fingers lightly tracing his jawline, the hairs of his beard prickling your fingertips. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be heard,” he said, his voice began to crack. “To be seen somethin’ more than the struggle. But this world– “ he kissed his teeth. “It don’t want men like me to dream out loud.”

Sammie looked at you then, with softened eyes. “You believe in me. And at times that’s the only thing keepin’ me from laying this guitar to rest for good.” Your hands found his then.

“I do believe in you,” you said softly. “But more than that, I see you. Not just the songs or the smile you wear when you’re trying not to fall apart. I see the boy who taught himself chords for Sunday service, his hands too tired from fieldwork. I see the man who still dares to dream with a foot on his neck.”

Sammie turned his face away, but not before you saw the tears begin to fall. He hated crying. Said the world wouldn’t give Black men room for softness, only survival.

“I know what it feels like to be told you’re too much and not enough at the same time,” you continued, regardless of his averted gaze. “My mama worked the same fields her mama did. Could’ve run, but stayed cause the land was the only thing that ever called her by name, and me?” You paused to swallow. “I got a voice, too. I write, I write stories that ain’t no one is ever going to read. Cause what if they say the same thing? That I’m just another Black girl with ink-stained hands and nothing worth saying.” Your last statement caught his attention. Sammie moved his body so that he was now fully facing you.

“Why ain’t you ever told me that?” He whispered.

“Cause I figured one of us needed to stay whole,” you said, now leaning in closer to him. “But maybe we’re meant to hold each other instead.”

You reached up and cupped his face. “You don’t have to carry it all alone, Sammie. Not your scars, or your songs, not even your silence.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years. And when he leaned forward to meet you halfway, he rested his forehead against yours, the weight shifted just enough to make room for both of you. His breath was warm against your skin, and his forehead pressed against yours. Sammie closed his eyes like he was praying. For a long moment, neither of you moved. It was as if he was scared to make the first move. You could feel it in the way his hand trembled slightly in yours. His chest rose and fell, as if he were still trying to fight back tears. Still trying to stay strong, even as everything in him begged to fall apart.

“Sammie,” you whispered, barely more than a breath. “It’s okay to break. I’ll hold you.”

You lifted your hand, slow and careful, brushing his face with your fingertips. Your thumb found the scar along his cheekbone, the one that curved like a crescent moon, soft but deep. You traced it slowly without hesitation, the scar was rough beneath your touch, ridged and unyielding in places. Sammie flinched. He wasn’t used to being touched there with such tenderness and love. The world has a way of carving its name into Black men, and Sammie wore its signature across his skin.

He let out a shaky laugh, “You always know the right thing to say, even when it hurts and I ain’t ready to hear it.”

“I’m not here to fix you,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “Just want to be where it hurts… with you.”

“You ever feel like maybe this… us. Might be the only good thing that makes sense right now?”

“Every damn day,” you nodded.

He came in closer, slow and uncertain, as if giving you time to pull away. But you didn’t. Your lips met delicately at first, like neither of you wanted to scare the other. Sammie’s guitar slid gently to the floor, forgotten. His hands found your waist, pulled you flush against him, and everything else just melted away. You kissed him back like you meant to rewrite every song he ever bled for. Every chord that bruised his fingers. Every time the world told him no.

You felt him, all of him, in that kiss. His hunger, his hurt, the way he kept his heart wrapped tight even when it was breaking. In return, he felt the same way about you. Your hands moved up his chest and back to his face, grazing his scar again. Underneath it all, it was him, warm, real, and only yours in this moment.

When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours again, breath uneven. “You sure?” He asked, scared and full of want.”

You nodded, lips still parted from the kiss. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

[orphicsun]

.・College Ellie Headcannons゜・

Note: This is more loser Ellie-centric, I wanna maybe do a part two with just reader and her. Some sexual content and mentions of getting zooted below so 18+ warning!

•Art major, but she’s not the typical hot artsy lesbian you dream of her to be. More like rolls a fat blunt and sketches in her journal, it’ll either turn out to be a masterpiece or look like a crackhead had a go with her paper.

•Speaking of art major, when she’s horny and frustrated because she refuses to hook-up…she draws the lewdest art known to woman-kind. Those are her real masterpieces, but she can’t exactly turn them in for credit in her art class, can she? Fuck, the things that woman can make, though. Lowkey uses her exes naked bodies as inspiration though, maybe kind of weird but who’s gonna stop her?

•Doesn’t eat the food on campus half the time. She is embarrassingly addicted to Tai Pei containers and the occasional microwavable egg-roll. “That shit’s nasty, Ellie! Goddamn, just eat the Tacos 4 Life we have on campus.” Her friends will all tell her, but no. It’s like a guilty pleasure. Maybe it’s cause she grew up lower class and is used to TV dinners, has a special trauma bond to food that should be banned and probably is outside of America.

•Wardrobe consists of band tees, honorable mentions to Gorillaz and Falling in Reverse.

•Is actually an insanely talented writer. After reading her journals I feel like nobody talks about how emotional her entries are and she keeps a journal of her own in college for sure, not only for sketching and organizing art but also to write all her feelings out.

“Fuck me, this is my last year being gay.” -After her and Cat’s break-up, probably.

•Hates coffee. Definitely game-cannon, but this is important to the college setting. It’s the classic Monster or nothing, and she will absolutely judge you for drinking coffee. She calls it “the devil’s dirt.” So dramatic.

•Used to watch bad Hallmark movies because of Dina, now watches them alone because she misses Dina. There’s nothing like crying your eyes out to Christmas Under Wraps!

•Has a collection of rubber ducks on her shelf. Doesn’t use her very small space for normal things like her wallet or books, no. It’s rubber fucking ducks.

•Also has a slipper collection in her tiny closet, from Pikachu all the way to dinosaur feet.

•Has the “two-seater” t-shirt (iykyk) but refuses to wear it in public because she’s a pussy

•Favorite fruit is grapes. I just know my girl loves grapes when she can get her hands on them steer clear bc she will NOT share. Favorite candy is gummy worms!

•Actually wears rain boots when it’s wet outside or snowing

•Likes wired earbuds over airpods, listens to Pearl Jam when she misses living with Joel

•Is oddly good at making those little paper stars and has a huge grocery bag of then in all different patterns and colors

•When she starts dating you she shows you her dinosaur cookie-cutter collection because you're really good at baking. (Also bc she wants to see you in a frilly cute apron!)

•Is a slut for hugs. Kisses are cool, sex is great but agghhh Ellie just loves wrapping her arms around you and sometimes when you two are in her dorm she'll just hug you for what feels like hours on end, she calls it her 'weekly therapy.'

•Loves high sex because when she's sober she hates feeling like she's awkward or all up in her head. She also has a tendency to invite you over for sex after smoking.

•Has a septum piercing. Maybe this one is self-indulgent because I would go ballistic over seeing actual Ellie with one, but I say that college Ellie got hers pierced at 16 and didn't cry over the pain but wanted to literally jump off of a bridge the entire healing process it was so bad.

•Sometimes when you kiss her, her septum will slide over and look uneven and she feels fucking NIGERIA FALLS in her boxers when you fix it for her. Also for those of you who are sluts for glasses, you can fix her glasses too and it'll make her just as weak.

[corrosionbunni]

The Secret to Happiness

One shot

Summary: After being found wandering empty roads, you’ve found home at a prison. You’ve grown a reputation of being a constant beam of happiness. After a spontaneous night of drinking and a game of truth or dare, one question burns bright. What is your secret?

Fluff/slight angst

Word count: 1443

Pairing: Daryl x female reader (or not female only gendered term used once towards the reader is ‘miss’)

Setting: prison era - season 4

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cigarettes

A/n: this is my first time writing in years, but it came to me in a dream. It’s also partially proof read but done so with the lack of sleep and the lack of glasses.

The night is cool as you sit cross-legged in the grass. Your skin heated from the heavy amount of Jack Daniels you have already downed. It’s safe to say, you are border-lining drunk. A constant smile is spread across your lips as you look at the group around you, illuminated by the small fire you’ve gathered around.

Maggie sat across from you. With one arm planted behind her to keep her up, Glenn lying on his side beside her, hand placed over hers. Sasha was on the other side of Maggie, with Rick beside her. On the other side of Glenn, Tyreese sat with an arm around Karen.

And finally, Beside you was Daryl. Silently taking sips of his whiskey.

“Okay!” Sasha chuckles, having just answered a question of ‘truth or dare’. “Who’s next? Daryl?”

“Nah, I’m not playin’”

“I know!” Maggie speaks up from where she’s sat, “How about little miss sunshine over here” She gestures towards you.

You lean forward slightly, grinning wide at Maggie. “Alright, give it to me!”

“Truth or dare?”

You cross one arm across your chest, the other being upwards as you tap a finger to your chin.

“Hmm. Let me think.. dare. ‘Cause I ain’t no pussy!” Laughter is heard from around the group. You keep smiling Maggie’s way. Drunk. You are definitely drunk.

“Okay,” Mirroring your grin. “I dare you… to kiss the hottest person here.”

“What are we, high schoolers?” You laugh, “Either way, I can’t do that. I’m already certain they can’t stand me, and I don’t want to do anything that’ll make them hate me more.” You say giggling, taking another sip.

“Okay then,” Maggie shifts slightly, “what’s the secret to being so happy all the time?”

“Well the thing is…” you draw your words out. still smiling wide, moving to position yourself on your knees, you can feel the cool grass making an indent on your knee where a hole has formed in your worn out jeans. “Secrets, are secret for a reason.” You beam widely.

“it’s the game, choose one.” Sasha chimes in.

You debate with yourself for a moment. Everyone awaiting your response.

“well, in that case.”

You turn to your side and place a hand under Daryl’s chin, stabling yourself as you place a short, yet sweet, kiss on his cheek.

Silence.

A surge of electricity goes straight through your chest as you quickly stand to your feet. “Well!” -anxiety- You exclaim, clapping your hands together, “I’d say that’s my queue to head off.” -panic- You brush off some grass that stayed sticking to the skin of one knee peaking through your jeans.

Everyone stuck in a trance of stunned silence.

“Goodnight!” You give a wave and make your leave.

Heart racing, your legs pull you across the grass, up through the gates. You don’t realise you’ve stopped until you’re planted on a bench in the courtyard.

You sit in a rigid silence for a few minutes. Internally screaming at yourself.

Why would you do that?

You can’t believe your actions.

You’ve had a crush on Daryl for a while now. But you never had any plans to act on it.

You were certain he could not stand you.

Anytime the two of you were left alone he’d not utter a single word. He wouldn’t even look at you.

And then there were the times you’d say something in your overly happy tone, he’d shake his head and you swear you could hear him scoff.

It seemed like he would avoid you at every chance he got, so it’s a surprise when the body that sits next to you belongs to the man himself.

You stay silent. Staring ahead. For once, not smiling.

Your peripheral vision allows you to see Daryl lighting up a cigarette. Taking a deep breathe in, exhaling the grey smoke.

He clears his throat slightly.

“Ya think I hate ya?” His voice low.

You nod, not knowing if he’s even looking at you to see, as you keep your stare ahead.

“How could I not? It doesn’t seem like you enjoy my presence very much.” Your voice is also low, a little defeated. “You won’t even talk to me.”

“Nah, I don’ hate ya. S’just- you’re so damn happy. It’s blindin’. Your blindin’.”

You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything. The smell of his cigarette wafting through the air.

“So wha’s the secret?”

“Hm?”

“Ta happiness.”

“Oh.” You let a small breathy laugh, looking down shaking your head.

“Uhm… I guess,” You pause, thinking for a second. “I Uhm, I don’t really know.”

Your voice gets quiet. “If I’m being honest,” you start picking at the frayed fabric of your jeans, “I don’t think I’ve ever truely felt happiness. It started as a way to distract myself from feeling any of the bad things. I somehow convinced myself that if I was going to put energy into anything, it may as well be a smile.” Daryl stays quiet beside you, “and it sorta just stuck.”

You finally turn your head to look him, but he’s already looking at you. The eye contact you hold felt heavy.

“Plus,” you break the eye contact to to stare ahead, “I think it’s better to have everyone see me endlessly happy than have them see me for what I really am.”

You both stay silent for a second before Daryl speaks up “And wha’s that?”

You turn your head to regain eye contact, your voice comes out soft, while with a small, a sad smile you state “a truely broken person.”

The two of you stay staring at each other, the faint sound of laughter can be heard from the group as a slight breeze carries the noise. Daryl bites his lip in that way he does, as his eyes flicker between yours and anywhere but you, simultaneously.

You clear your throat “I also want to say sorry.” “What for?” “For kissing you. I know it was just on the cheek, but still. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I am sorry”

“nah,” he shakes his head slightly. “Don’t be.” He moves his gaze ahead of him. “Was nice”

you feel your chest flutter for moment.

Staring at him, a lopsided grin growing on your face. “Yeah?”

He gives you a side glance before nodding again “yeah.”

With a new found confidence, carried by the work of Jack Daniels still in your system, your usual cheery persona returns.

“Well, if you liked that, I know a better place.”

He turns his head to you, confusion littering his expression.

“Better place?”

Your lips stretch into a wide closed mouth smile, as you gently tap your lips.

His eyes widen slightly, staring at where your finger now rests softly upon your lips.

“Would that be okay?” You ask, softly, but still confident. His body is a still as ever, eyes lifting to make eye contact once again.

He softly nods.

You turn your body to him, taking the hand that had once been pressing a finger to your lips, and use it to rest gently against his left cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he ever so slightly leans into your touch.

Your other hand moving down to rest on the bench infront of you to aid you in leaning closer to him.

You stop just in front of his face, looking to his still closed eyes and letting out a faint breath, before your own fall shut as you close the gap. Lips pressed together, gentle.

One singular kiss causing your whole body to send signals of pure joy throughout your entirety.

You part, faces still close, eyes still shut. The soft exchange age of air passing through both of your lips, the smell of whiskey and tobacco fill your nose.

He reaches a hand up to hold you. His index finger lay just below your ear, as your jaw rests just at the base of his thumb. Pulling you back in. This time the both of you lips move together, slowly, softly.

You both stop, lips still touching. Hands still placed on either one’s face. Slowly pulling away your face away, eyes opening.

The pair of you stare at each other, not saying anything.

Hands drops as you move back to your original position, both staring ahead. A small smile stuck in place.

Beside you, you hear a soft chuckle. You turn your head to look at him “what?”

He looks at you with the faintest smile, “nothin’.. just.” He lets out another chuckle as his smile grows a little more.

“Im thinking’ I just found my secret to happiness.”

[bunnylove1]

⋆˚࿔ Sol headcanons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✎ᝰ. : I Do not own this character! These headcanons are just for fun and may not be what the creator headcanons for there character! Please keep that in mind !

✎ᝰ. : warnings! 18+ content ! The kid at the back is an 18+ game so is my account if you are underage please leave. This writing contains, smutty acts, fluff, and more! Not proof read!! You have been warned.

→ : In the winter time his nose and ears get bright red when he’s out in the cold.

→ : he has a preference for milk chocolate and or dark chocolate.

→ : Sol likes too lay his head in your lap while he reads his books. Bonus points if you play with his hair or lay your arm on his stomach.

→ : HUGE on PDA like man has a hand on you 24/7. In the library, your in his lap. Walking around school he’s holding your hand Tightly. Talking with the group or with hyugo his hand is around your waist and occasionally his head is in the nape of your neck

→ : I think this man has a thing for chubby people, he likes how soft and squishy they look.

→ : likes having his head pat, idk he probably loves it when he’s laying on your chest and you just pat his head.

→ : he loves too be praised. Call him a good boy or say he’s doing such a good gob and he’s weak and on his knees

→ : doesn’t like doing quickies cause he wants too take his time with you.

→ : if your fem and wear short skirts around him he’ll get all flustered and hot. And if you masc and wear anything revealing he’ll act the same way

→ : slowly kisses you all the way up your body, starting from your legs all the way up, he likes too worship your body.

→ : I know this man has a slight mommy kink… like not heavy but will let it slip out some times

→ : Perfect house husband, cooks you dinner and packs you your lunch. Does the dishes and makes the bed and takes the trash out. He just loves doing stuff for you.

→ : this man probably sleeps in his boxers and an oversized band tee or just a pair or black and green plaid pj pants with no shirt.

→ : sleep talks. I know this man probably spills his dreams while he sleep. Like says things like “no please” or “ ____ don’t go”.

→ : has a whole album of pictures and drawings of just you in it. And the cover is your name with hearts around it.

→ : leaves a BUNCH of hickeys and bite marks on you. Like the devil himself would be jealous.

→ : likes too slow dance to old 50s music with you in the kitchen while you guys are cooking/baking

→ : will tie your shoes for you. Like if he notices your shoes are untied he’ll just bend down and tie them without asking

→ : likes too be tied up but also kinda hates it cause he wants too touch you.

→ : I know this man is LOUD during sex. Like whimpering and huffing and loud moans. And random grunts.

→ : holds the door open for you and if anyone is behind you he’ll close it once your out and leave the person too open it themselves.

→ : likes when you wear his chocker or any piece of his clothing/accessories.

→ : will do matching outfits with you if you asked him too

→ : Possible kinks for him: slight mommy kink, cum kink, bondage, choking but lightly, heavy hair pulling kink. Masochist. And a sadist. Switch at heart. Public sex. Overstimulation and edging (don’t tell me he doesn't like too be edged.)

→ : lets you draw on his arms and hands and will lightly wash his hands so he can make the drawings last longer.

→ : would let you do his makeup as long as there’s no lipstick on his lips.

→ : has a little tiny horse plushy keychain on his backpack or keys

→ : probably draws doodles on his shoes.

→ : will let you re dye his hair, and will ask if you want him too dye yours so you guys can match.

→ : I think he would like his partner too dress up in pink and white I think he likes too see you have an opposite style from his. Butttt he also likes when you wear black and green !

→ : doesn’t like hot chocolate with marshmallows. Idk he likes plane hot chocolate.

→ : will ask you too skip school with just him and no one else, will take you out on a date during that time.

→ : will get down and freaky with you anywhere like … the bathroom as long as it’s clean, the bedroom the kitchen the living room. And more

→ : has fucked you while you were on call with Crowe.

✎ᝰ : sorry if there’s errors or if it’s not long enough for yall. I haven’t written anything in so long. And this was a treat. Thank you for reading this pumpkins !

✎ᝰ : these headcanons are for fun and like I said I don’t own the character the character belongs too @/fantasia-kitt

[conelluwrites]

Rotted Out With Flies

Soldier 005 x F!Reader x Soldier 007

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Reader is a soldier not a player (the world isn't ready for a fic like that /j), spitroasting, creampie, forced swallowing, one instance of degradation (slut, whore), reader is number 009, reader doesn't finish lol

Other: I love these freaks I fear... I gave them names (Lee Jong-il for 005 and Park Chi-won for 007) and some standard personalities. Because this is my first time writing for what are basically OCs at this point, their personalities may change if I write for them again. Not posted on Ao3 cause I couldnt find a good relationship tag for it ahah... Back to requests <3!!

Keep to herself, don’t even glance at anyone else, do her job and do it well, and go home afterwards.  That’s what she did, every day in her damn jumpsuit felt like a year- but who is she to complain?  She was offered the job, she took it, end of story.  So what the fuck did she do to draw in their attention?  She can feel the stares of numbers 005 and 007 on her, can feel their hands ‘accidentally’ brushing by her hips and waist, can practically feel their breath when they lean in to whisper disgusting, vile things to her.  And the worst part is that she doesn’t quite hate the attention.  Sure when it started it made her recoil, but now it gives her something to look forward to in the lull between games.  And don’t get her wrong, she still doesn’t do anything to draw in their attention, but she’s began to touch them back, to whisper back, to- to- to

“Hey.”  She jumps slightly when she hears the voice of 007 behind her, his hand rubbing the small of her back.  She doesn't give an immediate response, instead she continues walking.  “Don’t be so cold.”

“She’s just playin’ hard to get.”  The voice of 005 enters her other ear, she can hear the smirk as he talks and enters her personal space so that she’s more or less forced on the path they choose for her.  “Ain’t you, such a cute lil thing…”

She doesn’t put up any hint of resistance as they lead her away, but she stays quiet.

Thye lead her through the hallways, up and down stairs, and then finally they reach a small room.  It reeks of putrid, rancid blood.

“Such a good thing, comin’ here without even fighting.” 007 praises, moving to stand in front of her.  He lets out an audible breath, clearly excited at the chance to be alone- er… mostly alone with 009.  He slips her hood off, tsking when she grips his wrist.  “Don’t try to fight back now, not when we’re so close to the prize.”  They stare at each other before her hand loosens and falls back to her side as 005 rubs soothing circles on her back.  He tugs her mask off, then tugs at the balaclava until he exposes her hair and face.

A whistle leaves both of the soldiers, a low laugh escaping 005 as she leans in to rest his chin on her shoulder.  “Pretty thing, all ours.”

“Names.  I need them.”  She says, trying to sound more in control than she actually is.  Her voice wavers only slightly.  “I’m not going further without them.”

Her voice makes them both laugh, slightly distorted by the masks they’re forced to wear.  She’s just such a sweet thing.  For a moment they just stare at her before looking at each other and shrugging.  They shouldn’t give out their names, but they also shouldn’t have her down here and definitely shouldn’t be thinking of wrecking her body.

“Lee Jong-il.” 005 says, nodding his head over to 007. “Tell her your name, man, it’ll make things easier for us all.”

“I’m Park Chi-won.” 007 responds before patting her face condescendingly.  He leans down until she has no choice but to focus her eyes on his through his mask.  “And yours?  C’mon now, don’t leave us hanging, number 009.”

She shares her name, shrinking away only slightly from Chi-won’s overwhelming presence.  Her attempts amuse him greatly, keeping his hand on her face.  The latex of his gloved thumb rubs against her cheek in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant.  “Masks off.  You see me, it’s only fair if I see you.”

They both pause their gentle motions, the air thickening with tension before Chi-won sighs heavily and pulls his hand away.  He hesitates before pulling his hood down, removing his mask, and tugging his balaclava down.  Jong-il follows afterwards, tossing his mask aside and then immediately nuzzling his nose right below her ear.  He slides the hand from her back to her abdomen, pulling her close to his chest. He’s more than content in the moment until Chi-won speaks up, rolling his eyes at the display, “No time for that, we gotta work fast.  Maybe the girl will let us take her out after the games.”

“‘The girl’.” She scoffs.  But she goes ignored as Jong-il reluctantly pulls away from her.

“Number 007- Chi-won- is right, we got things we need to get done here.  See, you’ve let us touch up on you, let us whisper those filthy, rotten things to you, and you’ve never done shit to stop us.  You want this, don’t you?”

“Of course she does, dude.  She’s probably a loose slut out there.”

Jong-il snaps his gaze to Chi-won giving him a quiet warning.  As much as he wants to degrade the woman, he knows he can’t immediately go around calling her a whore. “As I was saying…  We brought you down here for some fun, baby girl.  You’ll get something out of it too, we aren’t that selfish.”

She rolls her eyes.  Of fucking course.  She wasn’t stupid, far from it, so she saw this coming from a mile away especially when their whispered filth got more pointed and explicit.  “Yeah, whatever.  Let’s just be quick.”

Both the soldiers enjoy her response, caging her in as they touch, grope, and rub her sides before one of them unzips her jumpsuit to touch her more directly.  The latex of their gloves skips around her skin as they both rub her nipples until they harden into sensitive peaks.  Jong-il buries his face in her neck, biting at the tugged down balaclava while Chi-won keeps his gaze on her face.  One of Chi-won’s hands slides over the expanse of her stomach and down to her panties.  He can feel the heat of her cunt even through his glove.  It’s the sign he was looking for.

“Hands and knees, now.”  Chi-won says sharply, stepping away and tapping on Jong-il’s arm to get his attention.  “It won’t be comfortable but, eh, who gives a fuck.   Doubt either of us will last long.”

She whines at the loss of contact, barely registering the fact that the two soldiers are unzipping and freeing their cocks.  She strips her own pink jumpsuit off and allows it to crumble on the floor.  She’s immediately cold, but she can/t bring herself to care too much as her knees make contact with the hard, uncomfortable ground.  She looks up at the pair, pulling back slightly as they both stroke themselves to her sweet body and exposing position.  Jong-il nods to Chi-won and gets behind the woman, groaning softly as he spreads her to see her glistening folds.  She’s so wet just from a few touches.

“She good, man?” Chi-won asks, grunting as he stares down at her cute face.

“More than good.”

“Let’s get started then.”

Jong-il grunts as he notches his cock at her entrance, his hips itching to snap forward to bury his cock in her tight heat.  Chi-won, on the other hand, just tilts her chin up and turns her head from side to side while stroking himself.  He could cum just from the way she lolls her tongue out while Jong-il does shallow thrusts- just enough to push his sensitive head into her sweet cunt.

“Want my cock, huh?  You want to suck me off?”  Chi-won asks, smirking when she nods and looks up at him with those damn pretty eyes.  He taps her chin and laughs when she opens her mouth.  He doesn’t waste time, holding onto his cock until his head rests on her tongue and then he curls his fingers up into her hair.  His eyes roll back as he shallowly thrusts his hips, fucking her face in small strokes.  He looks at Jong-il and nods, giving him the go ahead to fuck her cunt.

He lets out a low groan when he bottoms out.  He holds himself there, his cock pulsing inside her gummy walls.  She makes a soft noise around Chi-won’s cock, vibrating his sensitive flesh.  It makes his hips stutter before he starts to fuck her face with deeper thrusts, ignoring the way she recoils from the intrusion before she relaxes once more.  Jong-il starts to move, barely pulling away from her heat before burying himself to the hilt again and again.

The room becomes a mess of noises- squelches, gorans, grunts, and moans fill the empty, dead space.  They get more and more desperate, louder and louder until it’s almost deafening as the trio loses themselves.

“Fuck, dude, I’m about to cum this pussy full.” Jong-il strains out, his cock eagerly throbbing deep within her.

“I’m about to fill her throat up.” Chi-won says, warning the woman between them.

She doesn’t have time to push Chi-won away or attempt to move away from Jong-il as she feels a familiar warmth flood her cunt.  The groan from Jong-il makes her tremble, she’s so close that it’s annoying but she doesn’t trust herself to not lose balance to rub her clit.  She whimpers around Chi-won’s dick as Jong-il keeps pumping his hips until he’s spent.  He pulls out, his gloved hand spreading her folds to watch his seed leak from her used pussy.

It doesn’t take long for Chi-won to follow, grunting and holding her head still as he fucks her face shallowly until she feels his bitter, salty cum pulse into her mouth.  She whines around him, earning her a grin as he looks down at her.  His lips are slightly parted as he breathes out, trying to stay quiet for the first time during the entire ordeal.  When he pulls out, he immediately covers her mouth and holds her nose closed.  “Swallow.”  He demands simply, nodding as he watches her throat move to swallow down his cum.

Jong-il is already redressed fully, his mask in place as he taps his foot impatiently.  Chi-won joins his side when he trusts himself to move away fully from the girl who’s coughing and sputtering.  “We gotta get going, man.  Hurry up.”

The woman hastily tugs on her jumpsuit, trying to ignore the way her pussy leaks seed into her panties as she stands on shaky legs.  She has to hold onto the pair of soldiers or she fears she’ll fall.  She walks between Jong-il and Chi-won.  “Maybe next time we can take you in a hotel room rather than this dingy shit, eh?” Chi-won offers, “know you didn’t come, baby girl.  We’ll make up for it later.”

[hunter-burton]

hey guys it’s been a while since I’ve posted, and as you may have noticed by my little uhhh make over the ULTRA fixation has taken over so here are some random probably cannon divergent headcannons to tide y’all over 🩷

V1

I imagine they weren’t constructed with a voice box in mind, since they were constructed to be a solo war machine. The humans that built v1 probably saw a voice box as an unnecessary use of fuel, when that fuel was needed to end the war- that That v1 never Fought in.

But, swordsmachine style, they can acquire one!

So, if they received a voice box, NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE, would get them to stop yapping EVER. They are a yapper at heart ❤️

A he/they/it thing

Big snooper and fast sniffer. Curiosity is fuel. I swear, leave them in a room with google and, 2 hours later, you’ll come back to them receiving a degree in “office supply manufacturing,” or something like that.

As a supreme war machine, V1 was made to process subtle details in a small amount of time in order to quickly make and execute effective strategies on the field. I imagine this also can apply to V1 observing others. On an emotional level. V1 therapist. That’s it that’s the head cannon. Do with that as you will.

They have mixed feelings about being a prototype.

Wards off fear of death via style and silliness

Ferryman

Majjoorrrr perfectionist

He keeps his boat tidy. Like Pinterest house decor tidy.

EARLY BIRD. He ALWAYS gets the worm (tea).

His favorite tea,,.. depends on the mood.

Internal medic…. He’s like a wizard with all of his home remedies. 🩵

I can imagine him using incense.

If Hell was nice enough to give wrath a day cycle, Ferryman would go out to watch the sunrise and sunset every morning and evening.

Since being sent to wrath, I imagine that he’s been working on different methods to help with his anger… he’s improving himself uuhhghhhkk skeleton..

He goes out and looks up into the night sky, longingly, whenever he thinks or writes about heaven, or Gabriel.

*shakes fist* Aesthetic skeleton…

Verry1an? Ferr1? Ferryv1?

TWO CREATIVES IN A ROOM

Sillyness. Two feral creatures. Kinda

Ferryman would show V1 how he paints, then offer some tubes of paint for them to try. V1 would take one, toss it into the air, shoot a coin, and ricochet the coin to the paint, the paint to the canvas. SPLAT! So.. that’s how V1 gets into abstract painting!

Once they warm up to each other, V1 would def show Ferryman some cool gun tricks. I imagine ferryman would get reeeeaaaal good with coin tech.

They would have tea parties together.

They would stargaze together- then paint together. Ferryman would paint the sky and V1 would splatter on the stars.

Gabriel

Absolute sweet tooth but only for vitamin gummies

scenemo enjoyer

He’s a doodler

Every Angel has their own room in heaven’s palace. Gabriel’s is pink, soft, ‘n full of plushies.

So many plushies..

(He’s just me)

Touch starved but hates touch (lie. It just depends on who it is and the surrounding environment)

Autistic Angel. Autism was made in the father’s image, woah.

I imagine pre 3-2 Gabriel, while loyal to the council, did begin to question their commands, before immediately distracting himself in some way shape or form, whether that be maintaining the heavenly palace, refocusing on judging souls, or performing execution with little to no thought.

With that in mind: FEMTYNAL FAN !!!!!!! HE NEEDS LOUD MUSIC IN HIS HEAD AT ALL TIMES !!!!!

ferryman and V1 thoughts help him sleep at night because he is me

Ferrygabe

tender..,, fluff…

Gabriel weekly visits wrath. He says it’s to check on the layer but we all know it’s cause he loves his skeleton.

“You’re the light in my darkness” “You’re the night sky that holds me.” (I’m probably going to draw this)

Neither Gabriel nor Ferryman realize how much they’re loved by each other.

Ferryman, while truly loving Gabriel, also worships him, if you get what I mean? Let me put it in a better way: The Ferryman expresses his love for Gabriel through acts of worship. In turn, the Ferryman places Gabriel on this pedestal, where, while the angel is pleasant towards the husk, Gabriel could never love the ferryman the way he does Gabriel, right? (WRONG❌❌❌❌)

Gabriel, being an Angel, is no stranger to praise or worship. Though, genuine affection, he’s a bit less familiar with it! The council only really sees him for his work, underlining a reputation he must uphold. And those who worship them- only know him from afar, as the light that brightens their path, no matter how close they really are. So while he deeply enjoys his visits with the ferryman, the thought that the ferryman may genuinely enjoy his company for who he is as an individual, rather than a servant of heaven— the thought is foreign.

Ferryman tends to Gabriel’s wounds (shoutout to @/acmeearts for that BEAUTIFUL COMIC I’ll link it: https://www.tumblr.com/acmeearts/780332250148536320/yay-ok-ultrakill-ferrygabe-i-lvove-them-gn-heart )

Ferryman will never forgive the council.

“I am of the belief that being there to listen to a friend is always a good virtue.” *hears about council* “Murder is sometimes acceptable.”

Gabv1le

They just need to talk, maaan.

The death of both of their creators gives them an (albeit, morbid) starting place for bonding. “Your dad is dead… my dads are dead… Together, maybe we can do this 👍”

V1’s just a little creechur /affectionate. They love to climb up on and around Gabriel like some sort of cat tower.

They help maintain each other’s wings 💛💙

They still sparr but affectionately (Ferryman gets to watch with popcorn.)

V1 studies Gabriel like a microscope, but lovingly. One: for strategy, but two: just cause the guy’s interesting. More than how he moves or manifests his spear, or throws his swords, Gabriel is a whole nother being— a whole nother individual that had only ever been vaguely depicted as a beaming light, a saving grace, a result of the father. It's fascinating to be face to face with (what is meant to be) one of god’s most perfect creations, and appreciate all of what makes him imperfect.

After actually talking with the machine and some introspection, he realizes that they were made for similar purposes, to serve their creators, no questions asked. So, atleast in my “happy ultralive yaya happy” au, to see V1 take his own spin on his purpose, and, break from it a bit, is quite inspiring to say the least. Also, due to V1’s fine tuned observation skills (built for war), they can pick up a lot of Gabriel’s subtle body language, a lot of which usually goes unnoticed. So with this, it kinda- almost feels like V1 reads his mind?? At first he’s stunned that the machine could notice such— then is warmed by the fact that they cared enough to do so.

Gabriel goes from using it/its to he/they for V1. Angel ranking system and all.

FerryGabv1le

I LOVE THIS SHIP RRRAAAAGGGDHHDH

A lot of my headcannons are in the separate ship catagories but they apply to this here too.

Everyone!!!! (the two blues) *ringing bell* Everyone gather ’round the warm angel!!!!!! (it’s bedtime)

Gabriel is designated transportation (he flies!)

If V1 happens to lead the group into something that day, they may get up to some stupid shit 👍

Separately smart, together all dum.

V1 and Ferryman use both of Gabriel’s wings as their own blankets.

Therapy group, working on self acceptance.

Minos

good cook. I’m talking grandma’s house type cooking. Warm soup, bread, milk and cookies type cook.

Flower enjoyer (he’s obsessed.) He probably makes flower arrangements in his free time.

Probably a green thumb in general 💚

You, in the lust layer, find yourself wandering in a room: “Oh, whose cottagecore coquette themed room is this?” you ask. Minos prime walks in.

Asexual Minos. Just putting it out there.

Emotional support old man

This man can become emotionally attuned with a wall and BE RIGHT.

“Minos, you can’t give a wall therap-“ the wall sobs in relief, for someone finally hears it. “Holy shit.”

He always tries to see the best in everyone— almost to a fault, I imagine.

MAKE👏UP👏ARTIST👏

Fashion ICON

In prime soul form, if V1 and him just CHILLED, I imagine he would immediately find a badass, red dress, black boots type outfit to celebrate his new found freedom.

and then take it off like 2 hours later cause fashion big yay! but new fabric textures big no eeuughh.

Truthfully, oversized t and sweatpants are for the WIN

OH. OH GOD. CLOTHING TAGS WOULD DRIVE HIM INSANE.

“Thy gore shall glisten!” It’s the uncut tag on the back of the shirt.

Scratchy fabrics shall perish

And crushed velvet…. It’s like touching something wet in the sink.

Freedom of expression is something he holds dearly, and strove to encourage in the City of Lust as king.

I can imagine that he doesn’t like confrontation much. He probably had to deal with it as a The Judge of Hell, and as king, but it’s not his ideal, at all. Quite stressful actually.

Sisyphus

Chill guy my beloved.

CREATURE CODED. He purrs…

That man has FANGS

Big, BIG, BIG fan of string pluck-pluck instruments. Bouzouki is his favorite. He plays it for hoooouuuurs 💞💞

It’s the process of playing the instruments —how it feels to play any song— that he loves so so much.

He’s a man that lives for experiences. man’s greedy for the beauty of life.

Boulder pushing stim yaay

Poet…. POET. After the virtues were called up to heaven, Sisyphus would ABSOLUTELY write poetry to fill up some of his freed time. It would be those short and sweet poems to- the poems that paint an experience with just a few words.

He verbally shuts down, usually when his surroundings are sensory hell or when he’s stressed tf out.

He attempts to counteract the latter by making light of things, finding light in things, keeping his cool, and, well, as the terminals will have you know, using his 💞tricks💞 (“lie, cheat, and steal”).

Analytical man… he thinks through everything. He and V1 would probably conjure up some 400 iq war plans, dead-ass.

Or any plan, for that matter.

I can see an inner actor in him…

Rock collection..

A sly war lord? *looks in box* a poetic romantic with a rose in his mouth.

WITH THAT SAID: ⬇️

Minophus

autistic kings……….. they kiss..

I’m NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS SHIP AT ALL.

In their prime forms, since Minos lost his face, he does Sisyphus’s makeup 🩵

I imagine that Minos was killed first. His death, to put it bluntly, baaasssically caused the greed insurrection. It’s a lot more complicated than that but it’s basically like: “you do this bullshit and then you KILL my HUSBAND? Hahah oooohhhh you’re going to DIE.”

Sisyphus is ABSOLUTELY head over HEELS!

Yeah yeah known trickster and warlord but he giggles and kicks his feet thinking about Minos. fight me.

They cook together ❤️(Sisyphus mainly follows along and cuts veggies)

Minos sews themselves matching outfits alll the time

In their husk forms, Sisyphus was the smaller one. Minos liked to scratch Sisyphus’s head, comb his hair— y’know, all that cute stuff. Cause.. creecuhure

But now, in their prime forms, Minos is the small one. For the first few times they met in their new forms, Sisyphus was enamored by this change and picked up Minos by the arms like a cat like: “whoah……. you're small now….”

If they're going like- cloth shopping, Sisyphus will always test a fabric before Minos does to describe the texture to him. It helps narrow choices ❤️

Minos’s snakes are their pets.

If Minos notices Sisyphus has fallen quiet, he’ll offer a small rock. It’s something nice to fidget with

My favorite of all: in prime form, Sisyphus’s head glows brighter when he blushes. Keep a man giggling, you’ll never have to pay an electricity bill a day in your life.

HELL ITSELF

Definitely switches ups from “big scary” to “big silly” 3 times a day minimum.

Hell’s a theater kid (affectionate… I … think?)

I specifically imagine Hell being able to change the screens in limbo for dramatic effects.

I like to think that Terminals have consciousness of their own- but when that r e d s p a c e d o u t t e x t appears, Hell just kicked out whatever consciousness was in the terminal so it could take that seat— like “MOVE. I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING”

When nothing’s happening, it uses the terminals to listen to music.

Something wicked

She/her/they user

Aroace icon

Semi nonverbal. She doesn’t usually talk, but she does whisper to those she feels safe with, and, when absolutely by herself, she sings. : )

I also call her Lilac 💜

She finds it hard to breath : (

Looove soft, fluffy sweaters. It feels better on her exposed veins than harsh fabric.

Would definitely knit blankets and make plushies.

Would probably love Sanrio if you showed her what it was… I think Keroppi and Chococat would be her favorites 💚🤎

General

For angels, the holy light only guarantees immortality. Being disconnected from the holy light only makes it so you’re a regular mortal, y’know?

While Angels are 100% immortal when connected to the holy light, they still can, and are, in fact, expected to engage in sustainment activities. Like- they don’t need to eat or sleep to survive, but their performance will absolutely falter without rest or nutrients. Not taking proper care of their divine vessel is considered an act of violence against the father, for their bodies are of his creation.

Ferrygabv1le….. poly poly poly poly poly POLY POLY POLY POLY POLY POLY

King husk were LARGE HUSKS. TALL HUSKS! BIG BIG BIIIIIG HUSKS!!!

I’m definitely going to yap about more characters in the future. I just want to post this to let y’all know I’m not dead👍

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Bed Buddies

A/n: I’m supposed to be writing kinktober day five but I had this idea and just couldn’t leave it

Warnings: smut, degrading, age difference, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James had been having trouble sleeping and couldn’t find a way to fix it, he went to Kirk thinking he’d have something and he gave him something.

Some spiritual thing James didn’t want to be bothered with. Still, he was out of options, worst comes to worst he wastes a hundred bucks.

He was told he had to have a room set up with a couch or two, a dark room with no windows, and a bed, a few small tables wouldn’t hurt.

He went out for a run, thinking it might help him sleep, not that it worked before, when he got back there you were setting up some candles on the nightstands around the bed, a notebook set on the coffee table between two couches.

You smiled over at him when you saw him and gestured for him to sit down. “Your daughter let me in.” You said, calming his nerves because he had no idea how you’d gotten there.

He nodded and sat on one couch. You finished lighting the candles, the honey lavender aroma filling the room, and went to sit on the couch across from him, picking up the notebook and pen, opening to the first page and writing stuff down, the date, the client, etc.

“So, you haven’t been sleeping?” You started.

James nodded. “Why else would I have brought you here?” He asked, a little more aggression in his tone than needed, and he knew it. It didn’t phase you much, all your clients were rich and snooty, plus he hadn’t been sleeping much and you knew that much.

“Some people just want some relax time, like a message type thing.” You explained. “Enough on other people, I want to hear about you.” You said, leaning in a little more.

It was hard to get James to talk, you found that out pretty quick, but it was your first day together so you took it slow, letting him take his time to get comfortable.

The session was about relaxing his body, finding out what was causing him to lose sleep with what little information he was giving you.

You found that drawing on his back calmed him down, not just random doodles but actually tracing his back, finding dots and connecting them.

He managed to fall asleep before 4:00 am so he was counting it as a win and invited you back, becoming a permanent client fairly fast.

After a month or so you found him getting much more comfortable with you, speaking more freely, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Lay with me.” He asked, looking up at you as he laid on his back on the bed in the room.

You chuckled at that and shook your head. “Come on, on your stomach, it’s your favourite.” You said, holding up the black marker you used.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He said, rolling onto his stomach. “Sometimes I just like something to hold in my sleep, what’s so wrong about that, huh?”

You shook your head at that, but he insisted. He didn’t get you to cuddle that night but he didn’t stop asking.

As his little therapy sessions before hand became more free spoken, his hands and eyes began opening more as well. He’d sit closer, gaze trailing over your body, hands lightly touching your knees.

You’d made a promise you’d never sleep with your clients, that being said most of your clients were women, even if they weren’t they were old and gross and hateful vermin, it was easy to find their advances annoying and unwanted.

James was different.

You found yourself craving his touch and wearing tighter or more revealing clothing, when he asked for cuddles after it was getting harder and harder to say no to him.

James had your face shoved into the pillow, one hand on your back to keep you there and the other gripping your hip so tightly it was sure to leave bruises.

The room echoed with your moans and cries for him as he slammed himself into you over and over, deep groans falling from his lips.

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good~” He mused, rotating his hips in smooth circles, driving you insane. “So fucking tight, no one’s fucked you right a minute, huh, sweetheart?” He asked leaning down to you.

You shook your head, whining as he slowed his pace, taking away yet another high you’d been so, so close to.

He brought the hand that was on your hip up before bringing it down on your ass, leaving a pink mark in its wake. “Words, slut.”

“No-no, sir, I-I haven’t.” You stuttered out, hands gripping the sheets tighter.

James laughed loudly before it got interrupted by another groan. “That’s my darling, my good girl.”

[shrimshrim4fun]

Headcanons for Camellya:

Note: How do I see nothing about her 😭 Nobody writes about her, does nobody want content about her? I’m planning on posting about her more this week, anybody interested at all 😓

SFW:

-A very bit tease. Makes light jokes about how you do certain things but cannot handle other people teasing you. Even if it’s jokingly, she will glare at them and is proabably planning how she’s gonna torture them

-Loves clinging onto you especially when she’s napping. The vines from her body sprout out and wrap around you to keep you close not wanting you to leave. Her head usually pressed up against your chest as you both lay in the sun

-Your house is now filled with different flowers and plants. So many flowers everywhere. Even though there are so many the scent is pleasant like an alluring perfume. She loves it when you help take care of them with her. “How considerate of you, helping me water all of them. I hope you’re as excited as I am waiting for them to bloom…”

-Hates it when you’re out of her sight. She’ll find some way to keep track of where you’re going. In some way absolutely despises all your friends saying that they’re keeping you away from her and that you should get rid of them. Shes also really possessive always having a hand around you in public or clinging onto you. She’s obsessed and hates when you leave her side. “They’re trying to deprive me of the one thing that can make me happy. Oh isn’t it so mean of them…but don’t worry I can make them all poof if you let me”

-Sometimes she gets hurt on purpose because she knows you’ll give her extra attention that day to tend to her injuries. She never gets injuries but she’ll make injuries on herself and dismisses it if other people ask. But with you she’ll be so exaggerative when you ask her about it and you’re the only one that she allows to treat her injuries. She love seeing the worried look on your face as if you actually cared. Usually these injuries are large and bloody. She’ll look at you fondly with a smug smile on her face as you tend to them. “Aren’t you gonna kiss them well? I promise that I’ll feel 100 times better if you kiss it better for me”

NSFW:

-Very expressive and loud. She doesn’t care if others can hear her, she’ll only giggle before getting louder. Will tell you how much she loves what you’re doing and how happy she is. “Oh yes~ you’re so good it’s making me crave more…MORE”

-A massive masochist. Love any and all pain you inflict onto her. The more it hurts the better. Temperature play, whipping, paddles, anything you want. Probably a sadist as well but more enjoys it when you inflict it onto her. She moans so much more every time you cause pain on her body. Will stare at herself in the mirror afterward to admire your work.

-Loves leaving marks on your body especially if it’s any that someone else can see like hickeys on your neck. So so so many claw marks on your back. A lot of the time she draws blood on these marking and will lick the blood away. Loving the metallic taste in her mouth. After sex, she sometimes stares at them with a proud smile. Isn’t too much of a biter but will occasionally nip your neck to catch you off guard. “Oh your even more beautiful like this, I wish to make you bleed my dear~”

-Mirror sex is a huge turn on for her. When you bend her over and slam the strap into her ass. My hand tugging her hair up as she sees herself in the mirror. The saliva slipping down the side of her mouth and how messy you two are entangled together like two vines.

-Aftercare consists a hot bath together and laying in bed. Usually with her laying against her, as she traces the red claw marks on your back as she hums softly. Your hand gently rubbing her back as you reassure her. The smell of her shampoo engulfs your senses as you nuzzle into her neck

[zerodaytesttape]

Guess what I have! That's right! More fucking Cal and Andre headcanons! I need diversity someone help

- Cal is awful at taking care of himself, but Andre knows that it's often not a mistake. He just doesn’t care enough to fix it. His clothes are always wrinkled, his hair a mess and dirty, and he never gets enough sleep. Andre is the opposite. He takes care of the little things, even when it feels pointless

- Cal does not know how to apologize at all whatsoever. When he messes up, he’ll give this half-assed awkward “sorry” that sounds more like he’s annoyed than sorry. Andre will forgive him anyway, he knows Cal doesn’t do feelings the same way that everyone else does. Cal often doesn't even actually feel sorry, he doesn't know why people get offended by things

(little bit of my NPD Calvin hc there)

- Cal’s always getting into trouble because he’s impulsive, and Andre’s always the one picking up the mess, even though he’s not the one who caused it💀. He does it without thinking, always making sure Cal gets out of whatever he’s dragged into, even if it means he gets into trouble himself. It’s like they have an unspoken rule like "I’ll save your ass and you’ll save my ass in return", but Andre never does anything that will get him in a lot of trouble, but if he does, Cal initiated it

- Andre’s the first one to call Cal out when he’s being an idiot, but Cal never gets too offended. It’s like they both know that whatever’s happening it’s temporary and they’ll get over it. It’s rare for either of them to actually hold a grudge. They get on each other’s nerves but at the end of the day they’ve learned to just go with it

- Cal’s favorite way of making Andre laugh is by doing stupid impressions of teachers, making fun of their mannerisms and voices in the most exaggerated way possible. Andre always rolls his eyes but can’t help but laugh because Cal’s spot-on. He tries not to show it, but deep down, he’s impressed by how good Cal is at imitating people

- Andre never wants to be the center of attention, but Cal will drag him into it anyway. He’ll make jokes at Andre’s expense, but not in a mean way, more like a way to bring them both into the spotlight, just to see how Andre reacts. It’s funny to Cal but Andre hates it even though he secretly loves it when it means he’s not invisible

- They have an odd way of communicating without words especially when they’re caught in dangerous situations. A look from Cal, a subtle gesture, and Andre knows exactly what’s coming next. No words are needed, they’ve gotten so used to this silent connection that sometimes it feels like they’re sharing one mind

- Cal RARELYYY sleeps, and when he does, he tosses and turns all night. Andre’s the only one who’s ever seen him fall asleep fully, completely at peace for just a few moments. It’s a rare thing but when it happens Andre watches quietly, wondering if that’s who Cal used to be, before everything got so messed up.

- They both keep a journal, but not for writing. For drawing. They both have scribbles, random sketches of things that are important to them but hard to explain. Cal’s drawings are chaotic, rough sketches of things he’s too afraid to put into words. Andre’s are calmer, more detailed, full of hidden meanings. They would rather off themselves then let anyone see their journals

- Andre’s the first to notice when Cal’s drinking too much, and it worries him more than anything. Cal won’t show it, won’t admit it, but Andre knows the signs. He knows it’s just another way Cal deals with the chaos in his head. Andre doesn’t know how to help him but he’ll always stay close, ready to intervene when it gets too much

- Cal’s weirdly protective of Andre, but it’s subtle. He’ll pick fights with people who mess with him and he won’t even think twice. Andre notices it but he never says anything. It’s not something that needs to be talked about it’s just a part of their silent agreement to keep each other safe

[choccy-milky]

(SPOILER WARNING to people who haven't read your story) I SWEAR to GOD!!!! This is borderline anon-hate with my current state of mind after finishing The Raven and The Snake over this weekend. I finished it in two days. I'm a mess. I've even started making a playlist because I feel like I can't properly enter reality again. I'm supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis right now,,,, what have you done to me!!!!

I loved it so so so much, and I am very mad I cannot have a collectors edition hardback version of it on my shelf. There are many many moments that keep replaying in my head, and scenes that I saw so vividly when reading through it. The first imperio moment and Sebs shadow and imperio-green eyes as Clora was held captive, and the entire scene in the repository and how I was physically shaking as I slowly realised that Seb had made a fucking horcrux, and when it was CONFIRMED the GASP i GUSPED. It was so perfect, and so very Sebastian; because OF COURSE he made a horcrux (lowkey hot, sue me).

And the scene where Clive realised Seb straight up just died for his daughter without knowing he would be back, oh my dear lord.

And the idea of Seb being seen as a 'Ruffian' and that little mamas boi bitch of a Henry thinking his hand-me-down-riches, muggle ass would be preferable to a powerful wizard. I secretly wished they didn't have to keep magic a secret so Henry could have known just how inferior he was. AND SEB APPARATING SO FAR UMPH the skilllll.

I could go on and on and on, and maybe I will some other time in your inbox when I have another mental breakdown.

And now I'm also almost done with the small sequel. Just taking a break to bombard you with this unhinged message of mine. And how you draw Sebastian is so fucking good. It's actually what got me reading in the first place. I see your version as being in a completely separate universe from the game, cause the way you draw him just has that something, and it's not the same anywhere else. It certainly doesn't help my obsession that my own boyfriend has the same features and colour palette as him, now I think I might even use your art as inspo for next time we need wardrobe additions.

I love you and I hate you.

Ps. Of course I added Sarah Smiles to the playlist and also Far too young to Die, and Just One Yesterday. If you've any other songs you think match please let me knowww~~

BRUHHHHH I ALMOST FEEL NARCISSISTIC FOR POSTING/RESPONDING TO THIS ASK BC ITS JUST PRAISE BUT DAMN THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!! FORGET WRITING YOUR BACHELORS THESIS, TY FOR WRITING A THESIS ON WHY U LOVED MY FIC SO MUCH AND ALL THE LIL THINGS U ENJOYED BAHAHAHA (love the henry slander) im also glad u like how i draw seb too, and i love how thats what made u start reading it in the first place BAHAH but fr, sometimes i try drawing seb more accurately to his ACTUAL appearance and then im like... Who The Hell is this... and it may sound arrogant since im the artist but my seb is MY seb, yknow...its why i dont like drawing him with other mc's romantically. bc even tho its like, oh look, that's Sebastian Sallow™ from the hit game Hogwarts Legacy™! in my style if i draw him with another MC, its like, NO!!! THATS NOT SEBASTIAN SALLOW™, THATS CLORA'S HUSBAND🤺🤺THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOI??🤺🤺🤺 LMAOO but rly TY AGAIN💖💖💖 not only for reading but also taking the time to write all this and let me know how much you enjoyed it🥹🥹i (and all writers, really) always love getting stuff like this!! it also brings me back to when i was writing it, especially now that ive been finished with my fic for a few months, listening to u react to all the diff scenes is making me miss it and giving me nostalgia for my own damn fic FRRR😩 also i love that youre making a playlist LMAOO thats how u know the brainrot truly has a hold on you IM SO SORRY🙏🙏 i actually made a seb and clora playlist like last year and its somewhere in my ask tag if you look through that?? but one song that i can recommend off the top of my head (which i almost made their anthem in that OTP chart) is arms tonite by mother mother...whenever i listen to it i cant help but laugh to myself bc its SO perfect for the chap where seb sacrifices himself....YOULL SEE WHEN U LISTEN😇💖

[saosinn]

PLS INDULGE US IN YOUR OC LORE!!! (^.^) -🐌

eeYAAAAAAAY OKAY HERE'S A DUMP OF INFO I HAVE AB HER SO FAR 🤍🤍🤍 also i can't draw for shit so here's here in the sims (she'd look a bit more like an actual object if i could draw, her outfit/hair looks so cute in my head </3)

info ab her under the cut!!

so since she's a self insert oc she is named after me lolol, her name is sleepy starr!! she's like a LITTLE bit of a mary sue, she's friends with everyone and no one really has a negative opinion on her (except for rebel), but that's purely bc for the longest time she wasn't able to interact w any other object in the house, aside from those in the attic

the player meets her when you do the cleaning thing with memoria, if they decide to keep her she eventually meets skips and begins a relationship with him :3 if they decide to throw her away, she goes with cam and they start dating after a while instead. (more on that another time)

she's a little like volt with his blue glowy thing, when she feels really intense emotions her skin starts to faintly glow pink, but it never really lasts that long.

she used to glow pretty bright, but with where she was in the attic, she got a significant amount of sun bleaching. so now when she's in the dark/dark places, her glow is either very subtle or she doesn't glow at all. (hence the white hair, which used to be black! ik it doesn't really make sense shuh tuh fuh uh 🥀)

she LOVES the breaker box, and is a regular performer/attendee. when the player finds an old photo of their room with memoria, (hc i added in specifically for this piece of lore) you'll see glow in the dark stars around a cd player and band posters! the influence fueled her love for music/singing, and she's actually very good at it. sometimes she helps johnny practice vocal techniques, and you'll often find her with him before his act starts, helping him warm up his voice.

despite her pastel appearance, she is in fact scemo :p her favorite bands are the electric diorama, deadbeat nigntlife, signal the escape, circa survive, and bullet for pretty boy!! if the player decides to keep sleepy, the next time they talk to skips they'll find the two of them bonding over their music taste.

after this interaction, (if the player is friends with both of them) if the player makes the right dialogue choices, when sleepy leaves skips will ask them to 'put in a good word for him', so to speak. however, if they make the wrong dialogue choices, skips will take matters into his own hands and take strides to avoid the player in the future. if the options the player choose sare REALLY bad, the player goes from friends to hate w skips and sleepy. (will write a small blurb ab tjis soon)

she, like myself, has pots. her excessive time spent in the sun only worsened her symptoms (my symptoms become worse when i stay in the sun for too long), causing her to be extremely cold, tired, and lightened much more often than she was before. she always has on some type of coat or hoodie, but prefers a skirt over pants due to sensory issues.

she's a little awkward when she talks, after all she's spent so much time in the attic, so she has a hard time grasping social cues. overall she's a little airheaded, but not stupid

when you greet her : "hey-hey roomie! wait— well i guess it'd be 'hey-hey old roomie', b-but i'm back in your room, so it'd be old-new roomie? uh.. s-sorry, anyway what'dya need?" :3

interactions with others

beverly:

"hey, sleepy, want something to wake you up?" "oh, no thank you beverly, i don't drink." "then how about a mocktail?" "... i'm sorry, but again i don't drink.. ?" . . . "sleepy, there's no alcohol in a mocktail."

skips:

"skips, how come i can never find you at nignt?" "baby, i'm a shadow." "ohh, right.. i forget sometimes." "... you're so cute."

cam:

"why are you looking at me like that." "sorry i just— does the smell of your bag-jacket-thingie not make you dizzy?" "oh what, are you saying i stink?" "no! i mean like, those scented trash bags, they smell really strong and make me dizzy." "... you should get that checked out."

eddie & volt:

"hey star, you gonna sing tonight?" "well.. i was thinking of it, but last time i did johnny was kinda upset that i 'stole his spotlight.'" "firefly, i beg you, please steal his spotlight."

rebel (the only person she doesn't like):

"........ ugh." "take a picture, it'll last longer, poser." "... ihopeplayerleavesyouonthesideoftheroad." "the fuck did you just say to me?" "i said i hope you have the day you deserve!" ^____^

dante:

"god, i'm so cold.." "you're literally sitting next to a fireplace." "... hush."

skips pt. 2

"i really like your face, skips." "????... i like your face too, babe." "yay! i'm glad." "???????"

personality : caring, forgiving, empathetic, cowardly, self-pessimistic, easily trusting

voice claim : chiaki nanami / marinette dupain-cheng, i haven't decided (no i don't watch miraculous)

overall aesthetic :

KAYBYEEEE if u got this far thank u for reading i luv you 😍🤍

[naffeclipse]

I absolutely adore every AU you come up with, but I was actually curious if you had already or were considering writing a traditional DCAxReader? Hopefully I can kick this art block soon because there is so much fanart I want to draw of your stories :) Hope your week is going well! (besides the roof disaster ^^;;;)

On another note... AUs are my brainrot and I keep thinking about that post about the large bed... and spoopy ghosts. Clipgeist? No running away from something that can follow you to the ends of the Earth. Poor Y/Ns just can't catch a break lol

I have a few canon stories with the DCA x Reader on my Ao3 but nothing as grand or long as my AUs! I do have a 'canon' story plotted but I don't know when I'll write it. Hopefully one day!

Ah, that's so exciting! I hope you can chisel that art block down hehe 

It's going good (aside from the roof ;-;) I have this week of school before we go on break for Thanksgiving and it can't come soon enough!

Shaking your hand so hard rn!! I love AUs! And a spooky ghost one? Oh ho, I've always wanted to write a domestic monster scenario!

Perhaps Y/N moves into an old, old house with steep roofs, pointed arches above the windows and doors, and a lovely porch. It's two and a half stories tall (the half story is attic space under the roof rafters) with a four-story central spired tower! All dark wood and even darker interiors. You can't desire if it's Dracula's castle or a fairytale home for the happily ever-after-ed prince and princess. It's even got a secret underground tunnel! What more do you need when flipping a home? You love restoration and you intend to keep all its gothic charm while updating it to be, well, livable.

It's also incredibly cheap! Like, stupid cheap, for something that should be incredibly pricey for its prestige style and historical value. Not that you've ever looked a gift horse in the mouth, but even you have second thoughts before ultimately snatching up the house key.

The first night is always unsettling—maybe you hear a voice whisper in your ear despite it being dead silent and there's not a soul for miles, but you'll brush that off as getting spooked by old ghost stories your brain conjures up within the ornate decorated rooms.

From there, things get stranger and stranger still. Your paintbrush is moved and you know you didn't set it there because of the wet paint dripping onto the floor. The electricity is ever fickle, turning off at the most opportune moments during the night, like when you swear you saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, all thin and scraggly with a ghostly smile and an inhuman head framed with wavering energy that almost seems to glow like embers in the dark!

Still, you continue your repairs and restorations, sometimes softly talking to yourself out loud and talking to the house like it's a wounded animal you intend to restore back to its fittest with all the love you can pour out of your heart. Places need love, too.

The most obnoxious thing is that you can't access the tower—the door is always locked, and no matter what key you try, it refuses to budge. You don't dare risk causing damage by prying it open, but you swear you'll get into that tower one day. There's got to be treasure inside with how mysteriously it stands, just out of your reach. Though, you've mostly put it aside for now. Whenever you jingle keys in the lock, you swear you hear a voice grow angry with you, and the hallway becomes so cold you can see your breath.

So, yeah, you're saving that for later.

The pivotal moment of you even considering a haunting is one night when you find yourself overwhelmed and stressed from the ever-growing list of chores and how everything is falling apart faster than you can fix it. You dissolve on the living room floor into thick tears. You're usually so put together, even when alone. You hate crying. There's no one to hold you together except yourself, so why fall apart in the first place?

Your little moment of getting it out is interrupted when a quilt falls over your shoulders. A soft, heavy quilt of midnight skies and dotted pale blue stars that was never in this room.

You leap to your feet, quilt falling away, and call out in classic horror victim fashion, "Who's there?" but no one answers. In frozen terror, you stare at the room, expecting something, anything to jump out or scream at you, but it's so, so quiet. All is still, like apologetic comfort.

That couldn't have happened. No draft, no forgetfulness could explain how a quilt was draped over you as if by a concerned friend.

You stare at the quilt and decide that you've had a long day. You go to your room, unable to relax even once you're under the covers, feeling something cold and misty above your bed.

When you wake in the morning, that starry quilt is draped over your lying form. You did not put it there.

Something or someone else tucked it around you.

[mewhenimanangel]

everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you beg miles to help you write your extra credit paper so he invites you over.

wc: 3.2k

warnings!: swearing, harassment, creepy men, n word use, making out, google translate spanish

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why are you everywhere, fuck. miles couldn't get you out of his head it's like you were taking over his life. you became the center of his drawings, spending like three hours perfecting the small details on your face, your wispy eyelashes, the brown and pink in your lips, everything. and that kiss didn't make it any easier, it wasn't his first kiss but god it made him obsessed.

it was becoming a problem for his prowler work, his uncle told him to get his head in the game.

you were sitting in physics and he wouldn't stop trying to touch you. he kept his knee pressed on yours the whole class and kept crossing the imaginary line on the table to touch your elbow with his. you looked through the side of your eye and saw that he was staring at you. "the way i can feel your stare right now is insane" you giggled, whispering. "i literally don't know what you're talking about" he pressed his lips together and shook his head.

neither of you have spoken about the kiss you'd shared three nights ago. things weren't awkward it just kind of went back to the way it was before. at least that's what you thought.

it was the end of class and your teacher assigned a partner paper that was due on monday for extra credit points, miles didn't need the points however you did. "can you pleasee just work with me?" you begged, following behind him down the hall. "i don't even need it? i have a 98" he told you. "alright well unlike you my grade sucks, pleaseee i wanna make honor roll, and right now i have a 79" you pleaded, hooking his arm. he let you keep your hand there, secretly enjoying the contact. "why don't you ask somebody else who needs it?"

"cause you're the only one i talk to there, everyone else seems boringgg. plus you're smart" you tried to inflate his ego to work in your favor. he didn't say anything he just looked down at your pleading eyes. "milessss" was all you said until he rolled his eyes. "relájate maldita sea, i'll do it with you. can you come to my house tomorrow night or your dad still hate me?" he joked and you laughed a bit. "if i tell him it's for school he might relax a lil" you said "so does that mean you'll help??" you asked again with a smile on your face.

he loved that on you, definitely going back in his sketchbook. "ain't that what i just said chiquita"he scoffed. you squealed "thank youuu, okay i'll see you later" you pulled off his arm and turned down the hallway to your locker.

ʚɞ

you walked out of the grocery store with bags and a small baguette in hand that you were chewing on. god you adored the bakery in that store. you turned down the street in the direction of your building when you heard someone "ay pretty lady what you doing out here this late" you turned to your side and saw some random guy talking to you. "ha, don't worry bout me." you nervously said back, deciding to just keep walking. "ah mami, don't be so cold~" now you could hear the slurring in his words, obviously drunk. you still kept it pushing and he just followed behind. "that ass is looking tight though" he reached a hand out and squeezed at your butt.

"what the fuck?!" you shouted, reaching into your pocket for your mace to spray him. you turned around but paused when you saw the familiar mask you knew from the news, the prowler. he was staring at you with a finger over where his mouth would be and reached his claws around the guys neck and pulled him into the alleyway nearby. you heard the guy scream, and some thuds before ultimately what you thought was blood splatter and a body dropping to the ground.

that was when you decided to make a run for it, and when the grocery store was out of sight, you walked as fast as you could back to your building. even though he'd just helped you, you did not want to get caught up with the prowler at all. he would be on the news for various crimes - theft, arson, aggravated assault, murder, etc. again, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. you ran into your building and up the stairs unaware of that mask staring at you from the building across.

♱

miles was on his way home jumping from the rooftop to rooftop when he heard some voices on the street. he looked over and saw you being followed by some guy who looked drunk out of his mind. he followed on the roofs before jumping down, as silently as he could, behind the guy. he looked at the fright on your face and put a finger up to his mouth.

he grabbed the guy by the throat and pulled him into the alley behind him. he threw him down on the ground sending a kick to his face. he sent a punch to his face with his clawed gloved before throwing him up against the wall, sending another harsh blow to his face. it enraged him knowing that guy was tryna hurt you..or worse. he used the sharp claw to slice against his neck, the pressure sending his blood on the walls. he went limp and dropped to the ground. "one less fucking weirdo." he spat. he peeked out from the alley to see you were gone and practically sprinting back to your building, smart girl.

he followed behind you on the rooftops, something he's grown quite fond of doing when he would see you out on his patrols, to make sure you got home safe. he'd figured out which window was your bedroom a few weeks ago and didn't leave until he saw the lights turn on and your shadow illuminating against your curtains.

ʚɞ

it was friday afternoon and you got dressed to go over to miles' house. you got dressed in a pair of track pants with a baby tee and sneakers. you still wanted to look cute but you didn't want to feel like you were doing too much. you threw on your sweater and put your things in your bookbag and left.

you felt your palms getting sweatier the closer you got to the door. you knocked on it when you heard a muffled shout from behind the door. a few seconds later, you were met with miles - hair out and curly afro falling at the sides of his fade, black wife beater   on that exposed his gold chain and well defined muscles. he had a pair of black joggers on that showed the waistband of his boxers, god he looked good.

"you gonna keep standing there or do you want to come in" he joked with you. you rolled your eyes fondly before taking your shoes off by the door "you took your braids out" you pointed out. "getting em redone tomorrow" he told you. "by the way, my mom's here and she insisted on making you dinner" he told you, you nod your head before following him to the kitchen. "ahh cariño, you must be y/n" a woman greeted you with a smile and a hug. "i'm miles' mom, rio. when he told me he was bringing his little girlfriend over i had to meet you. and i made dinner, hope you don't mind" she told you. "momm" miles groaned making you giggle.

"not at all ms morales" you smiled at her. "miles baby be a gentleman, take her bag and her sweater for her" she told her son. he went up behind you and gently pulled them off your back before going to his room. "you want a plate baby? i made pollo guisado y arroz" she asked you. "that sounds really yummy, thank you" you answered. miles came back from his room and shared his own plate along with you guys' and you all sat at their dining table. you sat in the chair that you figured was his dad's and you found yourself growing a little sorry.

you took a bite of your food and your face twisted in delight. "oh this is so good, been too long since i had good home food" you admitted, taking another bite. "thank you sweetie" her face softened with a sorrowful look. she'd heard about your mom after miles explained why he ditched school and why she got a call from some man telling her he was kissing his daughter.

"your house is really nice by the way, i love the feel of it it's so pretty" you told her. "ahhh you're gonna give me a big head, thank you bonita" she smiled at you. you looked up and saw a picture of miles sitting on the wall ledge when he was a toddler, mean mug on his face. "awww is that you?" you asked him, pointing to the picture. he looked at where you were pointing and smiled a little before nodding his head. "ahhh you're so adorablee" you said in a baby voice. he looked at you and you continued "and you still got that same mug" you joked, poking his cheek.

rio began sharing stories of miles when he was a kid and how stubborn he was. how he would test his parents' patience even though he knew they didn't play like that. she pulled out her phone and opened an album she had dedicated to miles and gave you to scroll through. you giggled at how cute and silly he was, but he did not seem amused. a video popped up of rio recording jeff throwing a small miles in the air and telling him how much he loved him. the air grew a little somber and rio cleared her throat "um don't you guys have a project or something, i don't wanna keep you waiting all night" she said picking up the plates.

"uh i can help wash up" you offered. "no, está bien. go hang out and do your work." she smiled. you followed miles to his room and looked around at his choice of decor. his bed sheets were a plain black, not much decorations on his wall except for a few rappers and album covers. he had a desk by his window and a mirror on the side of it. on his desk sat a laptop, notebooks, a lamp, pictures of his mom and dad and a sketchbook off to the side. it was open to you decided to be nosy and move closer to take a peek.

your eyes jumped a little bit when you saw what was an unfinished drawing of your face mid smile. "is this meee?" you picked it up and turned the page back one. this time it was multiple sketches of you from different angles. he moved to pull the book out of your hand and you gave him an awkward smile. "someone's obsessed. am i your muse?" you teased him. he closed the notebook and hid a smile shaking his head, "you are mad nosy" he told you. "draw me like one of your french girls, miles" you teased him some more.

you looked at his posters "frank, tupac, okay tasteee" you said. you continued looking around the room but he didn't seem too bothered by it considering he was sat on his bed just watching you. you looked a little through his shelves, checking out his book collection "i didn't know you read, scholar" you said, taking one down to read it. when you did that, something fell to the floor. miles jumped up to stop you from picking it up when he realized what it was. your smile dropped when you saw the mask you'd just encountered the night before.

"wait what is this?" you asked, tone a little more serious. "listen" was all he got out before you kept going. "don't tell me you're..." you looked at the mask and then back at him, mouth dropping as you made the connection. "ohh don't tell me you're the prowler!" you got a little louder and he slapped a hand over your mouth. "would you hush?! my mom doesn't need to know" he whisper yelled. you stuck your tongue out to lick his hand and he pulled it off you wiping your spit in his sweats. "well that's a really fucking dumb hiding spot!" you yelled back in a whisper.

"miles, you are the prowler??" you asked holding the mask in your. he looked away from your eyes before letting out a sigh and nodding his head "you cannot tell anybody" he pointed a finger to you . "aren't you literally killing people and stuff?? how could you do all of that?!" you argued in a hushed tone. "listen, you don't get it alright? im doing this to help my situation out so don't be coming up in here and judging me!" he argued back.

you sympathized with him a bit before biting back "but you're killing people, oh my fucking god you killed that man last night!" "i was doing that for you! stop fucking walking by yourself at night by the way" he said back to you.

"when did i ask you to do that for me?" you pointed a finger to your chest. "y/n don't you get it. i would do anything for you" he was getting desperate, moving closer to you. "what?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "there's not a line in the world that i wouldn't cross for you." he grabbed your hands. you didn't know what to say next. the tension was so high and you two just looked at each other.

he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, the force pushing you back into his shelf. his hands moved to your waist and your arms crossed behind his neck, deepening the kiss. he pushed his knee between your legs and your breath hitched in your throat. rio opened the door coming into the room "miles gonzalo morales, no hanky panky! you have work to do. ¡puerta abierta!" she shouted before leaving. your heart sank in your chest and you took a deep breath before looking back into his eyes.

"right that's why i came here. didn't come here to argue with you, think i'm gonna leave now" you said moving past him to your bookbag. "don't. i can still help you, i could write it for you if you want" he tried to stop you. you pushed your feelings down, you do still need his help, you could be mad at him later.

you spent the next thirty minutes searching through your textbook for information and typed it while miles looked up formulas and concepts.  you groaned and threw your head back on his pillows. "ey i told you i coulda just wrote it for you, you wanted to be stubborn. ahora haz el trabajo" he told you. you only whined in response before staying silent with your thoughts.

"why are you doing it?" you spoke up. "what?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "the whole prowler thing" "i told you. to help my situation out" he shrugged. you got up on your elbows "no but like why?" he sighed and rolled his eyes

"i do it to help my mom out. she keeps taking mad shifts at the hospital and no matter how much she tells me not to worry, i do. i don't wanna see her stressing herself out like that, it's not fair. so me and my uncle help her out, he was the one who had told me he was the prowler and then i took over but now he just helps me out. and listen i'm not killing people like that. i know what the news says about me and i've only really touched like three people, plus that guy last night. and if i do kill someone it's never innocent people." he explained.

"so like a vigilante typa thing?" you asked him. "i don't know maybe. probably not the good kind though. " he chuckled, feeling a little sorry. you sat and listened to everything he had to say "i know i'm not innocent either, not anymore. but i'm not gonna stop till things are right for us again. i really hope you can understand?" he asked you. you thought for a second before nodding your head. "i don't even know why i'm telling you all that, you not an opp right?" he raised an eyebrow at you. "no, please i could never" you giggled.

he leaned so his face was close enough that you could feel each other's soft breathing while you looked into each other's eyes. he pressed his lips against yours, loving the way your soft lips felt against his. the kiss was softer this time, different from the one before. he put his hands on each side of your jaw.

he moved to line kisses down your neck and you reveled in the feeling it gave you. you bit your bottom lip and put your fingers in his hair before you caught yourself. "wait" you pushed him back a little "your mom said no hanky panky" you mimicked her with a giggle. "so?" he said moving back to your lips. "so..your door is literally open and she's in the room next door" you told him. he moved back to your lips "i can close it" you kissed back for another minute before pulling away again.

"i have a paper to finish" you licked your lips and you could still taste him on you. he helped you finish your writing and after about an hour and a half you clapped, glad to be done. his mom poked her head through the door "mijo, it's getting late. think it's time y/n head home?" she asked the two of you. you both frowned a little bit but you figured it was pretty late and nod your head "yeah okay, we finished up anyways" you smiled at her. you packed your stuff in your bag and miles shoved his feet in his uggs.

"you're coming?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "duh. don't think i'm letting you walk by yourself" there was so much sass in his voice you had to laugh. "alright nigga relax" you giggled.

"have a good night sweetie" rio called out to you from the couch. "you too, mrs morales" you smiled and waved. miles opened the door and followed behind you.

the two of you walked down the few blocks in comfortable silence side by side. miles copied the speed you walked and made his feet match yours in sync. "thanks for helping me by the way. i deadass wouldn't have finished this until probably second period on monday" you told him. "and that's why your ass was pushing a D" he joked with you.

you got to the outside of your apartment building and said your goodbyes, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and entered the building, heading up to your apartment. you showered and went to lay down with a lot to think about.

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[chodzacaparodia]

I have read the manga and i know about nirei's growth but he didn't become a better fighter.... My main issue is suo character is awfully reduced to nirei in Twitter fandom!. Since season 2, I can barely find suo stans talking about suo outside nirei and sonr ship .... All their fanarts draw suo as ugly dom top ... extremely OOC . They also underestimate suosaku and suokiryu dynamics so much like I want people to appreciate all suo characters interactions but they act like suo only cares about nirei 24/7.

in roppo_ gravel arc, kanji and Sakura were fighting many opponents Side by Side while nii sensei held suo's potential back for nirei's protection sake... I love suo's rage moment yet the fans reduced it to>>> ( suo can become angry only for nirei) ... come on suo is his own person.

I don't entirely agree that Nirei hasn't become a better fighter. I mean, Nirei kind of started from level 0, when he wasn't able to fight at all. If we look at it from a perspective, we can see a lot of progress. First of all, he learned how to defend himself and also use his defense as an attack. It may seem unspectacular at first, but considering Nirei's beginnings, he does a lot and gives it his all, to the best of his ability. He can still improve. And although he will probably never be as good as the rest of the guys in terms of physical combat, he is a much better version of himself now. However, not everyone has to be this type of fighter. Nirei can offer something much different, but also useful - like his support. The information he gathers is also very helpful. His contribution to the fight may not be physical, but it certainly contributes a lot to the strategy. Nirei is a fighter in the sense that he doesn't give up and keeps fighting to not be a burden, to be useful and to grow.

Well, I don't have a Twitter account, so I'm not really aware of how things work in the fandom, although I've heard a lot about the toxicity there. But from what you're writing, it's probably better for me not to go there (although I know that because of that I miss out on a lot of beautiful fanarts). I understand your frustration. I also understand that people often present characters very OOC and it often comes out really well. But if there's too much of it, we can really forget what these characters were like in canon, which is sad, because we loved them as such and not someone completely different. Many characters really suffered from it and don't deserve to be misunderstood. Also a character is not only created by their appearance, but also by their personality. And when their personality changes completely, are they still the same character? I don't think so.

As for Suo's other dynamics being underestimate, I'm really sorry to hear that. I love Suo's interactions with different characters. Yes, his relationship with Nirei is very important and completely different from the other characters, but each relationship is different and unique in its own way.

Suosaku is my absolute top ship in Wind Breaker and I really love how Suo is constantly teasing him, but he's also very supportive and really understands Sakura. Does Suo really think about Nirei 24/7 when he looks at Sakura like that and cares about him so much?

Suokiryu also has a great dynamic. I see the potential for a chaotic duo, "Prepare for trouble and make it double" - this is so them. They're gremlins that can cause a lot of chaos and we as a fandom really need that - to see Suo and Kiryu together in action.

I'll also add that I really need some Kaji and Suo interactions, because they're both really similar and could understand each other like no one else. Kaji has a beast inside him that he hates, but Suo also has a dark side hidden inside him.. This has really huge potential, even not as a ship or just a senpai-kohai relationship.

I'm also curious about Umemiya. After all, he's the head of Furin, he should have a proper one-on-one conversation with him (like with every student, that would be interesting). At the very beginning of the series, he said that he doesn't know Suo well, but he thinks he's a nice guy. But a lot of time has passed since then. We know that Suo is not just a "nice guy".

Also the absolutely brilliant relationship between Suo and Tsugeura. I mean, Suo can't stand that guy! No one can unnerve him like Tsugeura! How can we not talk about it? It's absolute gold and I'm curious about their relationship and what else we don't know about them.

I share this anger that we don't get to see Suo's full potential, because I also crave for his big moment. I'm convinced that what we saw in his rage moment is not even a fraction of his capabilities. I keep waiting for Suo's moments (because he's my favorite character from Wind Breaker), hoping that he will finally show that he is one of the best fighters. However, as you know, his role is usually limited to protecting others.

But I think he decided that for himself. I once made a post (I had to look it up because I had flashbacks from those screenshots in my head) that Suo kind of said that he's going to be a supportive character.

Suo doesn't want to draw too much attention to himself, he wants others to shine. He focuses on protecting others instead of stepping out of line. He takes the spotlight off of himself and puts it on others. He lies constantly, avoids answers, which is why we don't know anything about him. I think he hides behind other characters for some reason (it could even be just his magnanimity, who knows, but he chose this role for himself for some reason).

But that's also what makes him interesting. What are his reasons for doing so? What is his dark past, what are his secrets, why does he hold back, because we see that he holds back in battle. It could just as well be that he's "just a guy" without tragic backstory, which would be funny. But either way, he's a really complex character. Like you said, he's his own person, which is why it's sad that many people can reduced his rage, this whole character.

I hope we finally find out who Suo Hayato really is.

Honestly, I'm not sure if you expected this type of answer, but I've been talking too much and I hope there was something valuable in my babbling!

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Tumblr mobile’s image limit is so annoying. (_ _ )

Anyway— I have Transformers OCs :3!!!!!!!!!

I’m currently in the process of drawing all of them digitally right now so their color schemes are set and it’s been a pretty neat experience. I expected to be really bad at drawing them since I don’t typically draw cars lol—

As per usual I ramble about things so long explanations of the drawings and some character info under a cut d(>< ):

This is Crossroads!!!!!!!!! My boy!!! His alt form is a 1958 Plymouth Fury and pre-war he was a model. Basically the thought process for that was “that’s pretty car that’s not really for racing or anything in specific— besides car shows. What would be the equivalent of car shows on Cybertron—“ lol. Augh I have a ton of lore for all these characters planned already and aaaaaaaaa— but yeah, he’s a nice dude :). During war he’s kind of a tactician since he had a lot of experience with planning and scheduling events. He has history with another OC I have yet to draw because I’m still planning her design named Rivette because she was his manager, but they get separated in the war and she ends up leader of a gestalt that I also have to plan about. Really the only reason why I haven’t drawn her yet is because I need to make her design at the same time as the other combiner members. Anyway, Crossroads!!! :D He ended up a little unintentionally angel coded with that wheel on his head, so I just went with it for the rest of his design lol. I think he came out really cute!!! Though his arm wheels are a little difficult to draw consistently 💀💀💀

This is Allen Wrench! :3 Awhg he’s a sweetie— pre war he was a general repair guy, worked in a larger group that took random odd jobs and stuff. Coincidentally was part of Crossroads’ repair crew for a short amount of time but, they didn’t really meet each other then. Model work is fast paced, you see hundreds of random workers daily and don’t get a chance to remember them 😔. Anyway, when the war hits the two run into each other again and Allen convinces Cross to join the Autobots. They end up basically in the same scouting group and get really close. He’s a 1996 Suzuki Super Carry van in alt form, and I also have his color scheme figured out: it’s giving like Van that’s been repaired a few times but no one bothered to paint the new spots to match? Yeah XD. He’s also had a lot of redesigning done to his chest already in the span of time when I drew this and when I started drawing them digitally to make it look way more like the car he’s based on :).

The minibot of the group: Fork! Silly ass name I’m so glad it wasn’t taken yet hahahsjkl. Actually, so far, all the names I’ve come up with haven’t really been taken— which is cool cause like Transformers has so many characters and it’s stupid hard finding a name 💀💀💀. You gotta go on the wiki and look up words to make sure some other bot doesn’t have it already lol. But yeah! Fork! I think I might give him another minibot (idk the relation to yet) named Spoon just to keep that naming convention hahaha— Fork is a 1977 AMC Gremlin :3. Very cute little car, I saw a lot with really neat swooshing pattern paint jobs which worked really well for the designs on him I’d already drawn. I’m not exactly sure what his pre-war background is going to be yet, I gotta finish writing more of the first two guys since the scenario focuses a bit more on them and their relationship before I can figure out everyone else after that. Also btw Fork is a grown man lol. He’s on the same scouting team with Cross and Allen :)!

Our main antagonist of the scenario I’m writing: Maul. Stupid evil catboy I hate him— he’s so fun to draw X,,,,,D. This guy sucks, he makes everything worse being alive lol. Maul is a Decepticon and he’s particularly formidable. He was denied a place with the Predicons and in much other divisions because he’s way too uncooperative. Typically he’s off on his own just looking for groups to ambush— often times ignores orders and lies to get the blame off of himself. He also has a particular reputation for killing other Decepticons whenever they bore him or if he’d think doing so would be fun, though this cannot confirmed nor denied. Pre-war he was a hitman. In this scenario, Cross, Allen, Fork, and three others (that I need to design and name) were sent to survey the area around Autobot base, something routine and low risk usually, got sent off course, and crashed into a cliff side after Maul got on their craft and sabotaged it. They’re all stuck there with this freaky cat guy all like idk Alien (the film) style for a while until someone is able to send a distress signal and alert Prime of where they’re trapped. Not spoiling anything else until I’ve completed it, but judging how he’s holding some bot’s head here, it doesn’t go very well 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀.

More Maul— he’s fun to draw lol. And also has some energon on him or something.

I’m actually really surprised the name Maul was largely unused for anyone major. Like I think maybe one guy from the comics that dies a couple panels into his introduction might’ve had the name, but I’m gonna count that as unused tbh 💀. Besides, some have had the same name before— after all the names Breakdown and Knockout were reused for some very new characters in Prime and they tend to be the ones people think of first. Yeahg anyway—

Crossroads is saying “Communications are out— I have no connection to Prime— Oh- if only we had a mechanic!” Hmm, something happened there hmmm. He’s also being really cute in the top left corner look at him :3. Waving back at my little guy hehehe \(^^ ).

Maul again and he’s been a creepy threatening guy! He’s probably not this close to anyone in the ship very often, he prefers to go stealthy and take cover in the walls and ceiling and stuff, but he wouldn’t be above threatening someone face to face either. I also didn’t mention his alt form— it’s probably some kind of military drone I think, not sure yet.

Yay! The three guys I have planned currently! Wow they sure are all good companions, what a great team, would be such a shame if something terrible happened to them :3.

Uh oh— Crossroads is yelling “ALLEN!!!” Eeesh that can’t be good—

Okie, the second I have all their digital ref sheets I will post them here too :3!

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also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?