#i am a menace and like to make things angsty too

[mamaclownhunter]

Hello current Hyperfixation October that means it is whumptober time. Plus I am not confident enough yet with how the characters speak or the names to write. And also my fav identity reveals

So in some scrapped plot Airplane-Shooting-towards-the-sky about a Mirror that showed your soulmate. It was from a younger time where he humored the idea of Bing-ge getting a one true love.

Fast forward and his Anti-fan has bent his protagonist and they are currently on permanent honeymoon.

Binghe is for once is unstuck from his Husband and sent to go check on ancient treasures from some vault or something and he sees a mirror.

Idk how he knows the legend enough what the mirror is about. So he doesn’t have an issue picking it up knowing in his heart it is his beloved Shi- it isn’t Shen Quingqui that stares back at him.

Slash cut!

Luo Binghe is quite when he contemplates and even sticker then usual but not really talking much. So obviously that is suspicious and worrying as fuck.

Shen Quingqui can’t even tease him! He is too worried! Thin face be damned! Shen Quingqui is full mom fussing! Wife fussing! That kind of fussing you get when the person you love is silent!! There isn’t tears! There is no anxiety! No scheme of foreboding feeling!!

No his husband is just smiling sadly and staring into middle space looking thoughtful.

Shen Quingqui just keep promising he is there for Binghe. Binghe just smiles and kisses him.

Now I will fight- Luo Binghe is in that struggling middle ground of Abandonment and self loathing.

A storm of thoughts because he does not care- he loves Shen Quingqui and that is never going to change- but no that means his husband has someone else- and he worries if he is being selfish. Shen Quingqui has a soulmate that isn’t Binghe and what if he wanted to meet them? Binghe knows he can’t share and he wants them dead- but how can he deprive his love?

Shen Quingqui told Luo Binghe he would wait for Binghe to tell him.

He also shook down a few demons to learn about the Mirror, then Shang to know more.

Soon we have two sad husbands just pressed close huddled so close Shen Quingqui can’t even fight why he is doing it. He needs his husband. They barely seperate, go through their routines with smiles masking and I need you to know- they are on the same page of the exact same book but refuse to look up and realize that.

Same copy paste thoughts- why did he think his stallion protagonist husband would have him as a soulmate- he wants Binghe to be able to meet them, he wants to know- no it is purely fodder and added to his pile of comforts he can provide to his husband that he will stay with him! Oh he is the scum villian why should he Etc etc

But they are both just saying things they love about each other- better of SQQ starts it.

They need it.

Of course the mirror is a quiet covered thing sitting on their table. The brilliant top student Luo Binghe of course realizes Shizun figured it out and knew what it was. So he just quietly put it there one day. A quiet statement.

Binghe comes in one day and Shen Quingqui had an impulse and was going to use it just to get it over with. Not knowing when Binghe knew and it tore him up- his dumb gay ass was going to feel it too so he can comfort his husband.

So Binghe comes it to his husband just staring confused and relief.

It tears at him on the inside- Binghe feels like he is stabbed again- and Shen Quingqui looks up confused and down that the Mirror.

“Shizun don’t-“

“I see you?”

Don’t get Shen Quingqui wrong! His husband is almost tripping over himself to see- but Shen Quingqui sees Binghe staring back at him. Which- first there is an old fanboy hater in him that is preening seeing Binghe stare back- but who the fuck is Binghe seeing if not him! Who the fuck?! When Binghe is on his shoulder looking at the mirror-

And Shen Quingqui is half way through his angry bitching about who the fuck his husband reflecting?! And Roasting him- he realizes with embarrassment he will never admit- it is more the context clues of the outfit (an old worn loved outfit of his he would wear when he would have to go out - but modern clothes) and Modern styled hair. Short and -

It takes him a moment to realize it is him- and longer to recognize his own face- old face?

There is Shen Yuan staring in the same awe and confusion.

Shen Quingqui ends up hysterically laughing and sobbing. Dragging Binghe into a kiss.

(Eventually he ends up explaining it is his face and then Binghe is glued to the mirror so he can compliment his husband again! With new loving compliments! Suddenly this face is the face of someone who saved him! Who loves him! Who came for him from another world! This face is all for him and only him!!! (Aka he is better now and swooning for Shen Yuan))

I know I just wrote the thing- but if anyone ends up getting inspired- all I ask in payment is a link- pls- this is my Starbucks order actually-

[myslutwritings]

BLINKS. Ok so laikkkk. You know how Muzan has that fake wife? IMAGINE LIKE um reader or whatever the fuck it’s called?! FINDING OUT and she’s just standing infront of Muzan Like 🧍🏻‍♀️yo wtf. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

YES THIS MAKES SENSE! thank you for requesting😭😭

➤ Fem!Reader finding out about Muzan’s fake wife

➤ SFW headcanons (not proof read)

Muzan kibutsuji x Fem!reader

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warnings: kinda angsty also reader does not take shit from men (💀💀)

Man oh man.

Livid would be an understatement..

Muzan knows you can be scary.

After all, you’re one of those women who doesn’t take shit from men, you’re fiercely independent, you petrify the demon king himself with your audacious and captivating personality.

It was one of the things that attracted this walking menace towards you in the first place.

Now, Muzan does love you, so do not overthink and assume he actually loves his little false wife.

Oh, he couldn’t give a shit about her. But fake wife or not, you’d still consider it cheating.

In hindsight, he knew it was wrong but that didn’t stop him.

Anyway, that thought of you finding out his secret always loomed in the back of his mind.

However, he brushes this off, foolishly thinking this isn’t a humongous deal and you wouldn’t find out.

My god, he couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s embarrassing really..

No one knows how on god mother earth you found out but that night when Muzan returns home you confront him about it immediately. You aren’t going to sugar coat this for him nor pretend like you didn’t catch him in the act? pfft, only pussies do that.

But to be blunt you probably found out because you caught him kissing her in the entertainment district

“Oh, welcome home, dear! Now, do you mind telling me about your second wife? Or am i the second wife?”

Muzan’s response is silence at first. That being the dead giveaway.

You’re honestly just confused, like he already has you?? Why does he need to have this lil side hoe??

Deep down, you’re honestly hurt but you do a pretty damn good job at covering it up with that sarcastic smile of yours.

Meanwhile, Muzan denies it.

This only adds more fuel to the fire.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL YOIR BLOOD BOILING.

No way he just lied to your face.

I mean, yeah, Muzan is a malicious demon at the end of the day so of course his interpretation on the human population is going to be fucked up on so many levels.

Thinks all humans are naive and incredibly stupid.

Besides you of course.

But the man isn’t a brainless amateur either he knows you’re different from the rest. Another reason why he actually has romantic feelings towards you.

Anyway, since you’re a girl boss, you obviously call him out on his bullshit lies and it provokes full blown fight between y’all.

You try to fight back tears, all these feelings are too much for you to bare.

You’re honestly crying because of how damn frustrating it is.

It’s also important to add Muzan has never witnessed you cry.

Feels guilty now but doesn’t dare to express it.

You manage to soothe your nerves down and continuously debunk the situation.

In the end, you have him backed up into a corner.

Then you proceed to reveal how you found out.

Muzan realizes that he can no longer escape this situation nor lie to you any longer.

Admitting his defeat, he confesses how he obtains a fake wife but doesn’t even feel anything towards her.

Muzan reassures you that he only has eyes for you, only feels these feelings towards you, assures you that he and his fake wife have nothing serious and that he only uses her to blend in with humanity.

You hear him out, listening to his explanation but then ask why he couldn’t just use you to blend in??

His response is that he desires to keep you safe and secured, if the slayers knew you were his weak point they’d definitely kill you so there is his explanation for cheating.

Bro just doesn’t want to lose you. Witnessing your murder would be his demise.

You calm down entirely, however, you aren’t 100% okay with him having a fake wife.

So you just give him an out.

Like, “it’s either her or me” you express in a very sharp tone to show how serious you are about this.

Of course he chooses you, after all, he always would.

Dislikes how you posses this much control over him. Your dominate nature doesn’t sit right with him.

But kudos to you!! He murdered divorced said wife and now there are no more issues. But you still are upset with him even awhile after that. Yeah, you aren’t going to move past it too quickly and because he’s such a manipulative narcissist your guard is always up around him.

But i mean who can blame you? You’re dating the demon king after all.

THIS WAS LOW-KEY ENJOYABLE TO WRITE!? i hope it meets your expectations and i hope this made sense! I’m working on multiple requests right now but this one was easier and faster to write due to it only being one character.

[peachsayshi]

➳ {minors/ageless/blank blogs dni} my angsty mood gave me an angsty thought - please be aware this includes jjk manga spoilers

imagine that you’ve just arrived to the most beautiful beach house you’ve ever seen. everything around you looks fresh and new, from the crisp linen sheets to the detailed furniture decorating each and every room. the sound of the crashing waves echoes in the background like white noise, and the smell of salt lingers in the air. you notice your daughter skipping from one window to the next, her silky hair pulled back in a pretty braid and making her rounded eyes seem bigger than they already are. 

“look, mama!! look at the water!” she squeals with excitement that only makes you smile. 

“I can see,” you reply calmly, doing your best to maintain your composure as you open the fridge to find it filled from top to bottom with fresh ingredients. 

there’s a little note on the front pinned by magnet, and you sallow the lump in your throat to find a compiled list of names and phone numbers, from the housekeeper, to ijichi, to contacts with the clan name whom you’ve never even heard of before...

all in satoru’s handwriting.

you just got your husband back after nineteen painful days - the honeymoon of his return lasted about a week before he began detailing out his contingency plans with you. you knew this situation was serious from the start because your husband wasn’t sugar coating anything about his demands. 

you tried countering his arguments up until he was helping you pack your things just the night before. 

whether you agreed with him or not, he made it clear that you and your daughter would be on a plane by the am. 

his demeanor scared you, and only made you think about the worst possible outcome that could happen with the battles he had taken on. 

he was satoru gojo, you kept thinking with frustration, wasn’t he supposed to be untouchable?

“you’ll both be safer out of the city while I get things settled...” he insisted last night with a kiss to your temple, holding you close to his chest as you nestled in his embrace.

“I don’t want to go without you,” you replied, your voice breaking with tears falling from your eyes. “I’m not letting you go again.” 

the way he sighed with defeat broke your heart. he reached to cup your face in his palm, tilting your chin up towards him and using his thumb to wipe away the tiny droplets. he kissed your cheeks sweetly, before pressing his forehead against yours and breaking the heavy tension by teasing a lazy grin, “who knew you loved me this much?” 

you choked out a surprised laugh in between a sob, before playfully smacking his chest. “of course, I love you, you menace...”

satoru closed his eyes, exhaling one more time as he saturated his soul with your words. 

“I love you too,” he murmured against your lips.

his statement only made all the softest parts of you ache. you circled your arms around his neck, threading your fingers between his snowy locks and clutching him tightly. 

“please, come back to me, satoru,” you begged, “promise me that you will...” 

your husband gave no such word; instead, he deflected his response by kissing you deeply and making love to you until your eyes fell heavy with sleep. 

“mama!” your daughter nagged, tugging at your shirt and catching you by surprise as she snapped your mind away from the last twenty four hours. “can we go to the beach?” 

you swiftly tuck the list in your back pocket, before giving her your undivided attention. 

“sure, a walk might be nice,” you said softly.

“I can’t wait until papa gets here,” she bounced with enthusiasm as she ran to grab her shoes, “his eyes match the color of the water!” 

her words made you lightheaded to the point where you had to lean against the wall to try and steady the heaviness of your own anxiety. 

“no matter what happens, I’m always with you” is what he whispered in your ear as he kissed you goodbye at the airport, and that's why you couldn’t pry your eyes away from your daughter as she thoughtfully tied her shoe laces together, doing it in the exact same technique that her father taught her. 

[whoishotteranimepolls]

In Defense for Sabo (Why hes appealing to me)

To be perfectly honest, I am absolutely down bad for Sabo. I am a Simp in every sense of the word. So understand, I am biased by this point- That out of the way, he's perfect your honor. He's so tragic, so cool, and so silly- i think people overlook him because out of the ASL trio he has the least amount of screen time of the three- but everytime he's there it's a wild ride

I coukd write a really shitty 100k word thesis on this bastard(affectionate) so I'll try my best to keep it short

How do I even begin this? What hooked me initially on his character as a whole was how he was born into nobility and instantly hated it. He could see how messed up the people around him were even as a child, Hes a born anarchist. So he runs away and meets angry child Ace and then they're both menaces to society with a plan on ditching this place. You know the backstory I don't gotta explain more but like, the whole ASL brother dynamic is amazing and hes so middle child coded. Then the tragedies begin- in literally every single way the upper class could be horrific and terrifying, it happens over and over within like no time just to really hammer into him his distaste for the whole system. To skip all the angsty details, He felt so cornered that he ran away. Just sets sail despite his age, then of all people to aim a weapon at him, a Celestial Dragon proceeds to give him amnesia for the next like 9 years of his life with some insane blunt force trauma. That gun was basically an explosive canon, the fact Canon!Sabo just has the eye scar is why so many artists headcanon him with a much bigger scar. How he survived that is just a testament to how he's just

Built Different™

Then he basically jumps into the deep end so to speak with no fucking memory. By the time Ace is setting sail- he's already insanely strong. He ends up second in command for a reason- he's smart, he's powerful, he's got that never ending well of stamina just like his bros, he's a beast

And what finally brings back his past? He sees the news about marineford. What rejogs his memories- is his brother fucking dieing. (Oda basically confirmed that if Sabo had his memories, Ace would have lived. I mean- pretime skip Luffy almost succeeded- putting Sabo in the mix would have absolutely turned the tides. But that's beside the point- as i said hes just strong) Sabo only remembered when it was already too late- like...holy shit- the Angst. Tragedy after Tragedy and he couldn't even try to help this time-

Listen, what I'm trying to say is He's cool and angsty (like every other character tbf lol). He's just like his bros, a crazy bastard with a heart of gold who breeds chaos by being himself and standing for his ideals. Luffy and Ace have some crazy bloodlines and ya know, D. But Sabo is just Sabo and is right there with them in levels of chaos from day one.

He's just Built Different™

His whole presence in Dressrosa was amazing and hilarious- he shows up for the first time in- ever, one whole body luffy hug later and he's in the coliseum in Luffys disguise being an absolute badass. He successfully gets Aces fruit and then destroyed the coliseum with one move- he has some insane Haki and wields a damn pipe at the same time (the fact its something he kept from his time with his bros is so 🥹 but the juxtaposition is hilarious) Evertime he fights in this arc it's them sitting up the altercation and next time you see him- hes won and moved on to the next thing he's doing. One of my favorite little things is after Dressrosa -when he talks to the few who weren't passed the fuck out- and he gives Luffys vivre card to the strawhats. Not his personal Card to luffy- Luffys to his crew. He hasn't seen his brother in at this point like 10 years and somehow had his DNA to make it- everyone overlooks his crazy but it's hilarious

One of the best hugs in the anime just saying ^

I was head over heels after Dressrosa ngl.

If Luffy is silly and Ace is hot cool guy, Sabo is right in the middle. I do think it's funny he's boiled down to the smart one of the three, he is, but he's also so much more. Also, as the person who originally asked what the appeal was said, yeah he also doesn't smell like a trashcan. He's the only one of his bros that takes a regular shower lmao. And while I do blame my insant love for the tophat look on my prior love of Jacob Frye from assassins creed, I think he's got style too. He looks good and he's wearing a damn cravat(the white neck scarf thing) most the time, he pulls it off. The movie look with the teal/cyan trenchcoat, the Reverie scenes, the newest episodes he just got animated in again-

He is beauty, He is Grace, I want him to sit on my fa- sorry

For context, they are responding to this post about Sabo

Wow, I'm impressed the one piece fandom never ceases to amaze me with your dedication to your characters

[alphabetatoes]

under the mistletoe (n. kento x reader)

summary: you're back in town for winter break, and gojo has a plan to get you with your crush: nanami kento. cue operation: under the misletoe + let the shenanigans begin. gen. info: college au, fluff, this could very well count as a crack fic, mdni please and thank u, no beta we post like men!!1!1! c.w.: slight suggestive content toward the middle of the fic, drinking games, alcohol, dub con*, some language, everyone involved is 21+, satoru gojo is a menace to society, mutual pining, maybe possibly ever so slightly ooc, why did i make it sort of angsty at the end lmfao w.c.: 2.8k (oops - this was supposed to be a drabble) *given that alcohol consumption is a part of a fic involving intimacy (even if its kissing), im playing it safe and tagging this as well.

“Did you see who’s back home for the holidays?” Gojo practically catapults himself through the door of Shoko’s apartment, eager to break the news of your arrival back home. Geto’s eyes widened slightly in excitement, shifting up from his slouched position on the couch. “Kento’s gonna be elated. He hasn’t stopped talking about her since she left.” Nanami had come to confide in the group, Gojo especially, about his qualms with your relationship. He felt like everything was one step forward, two steps back. And the worst part? It was no one’s fault but his own. Every time he saw you, he was rendered speechless. In awe that a person like you could allow themself in his presence. Utterly and unabashedly infatuated. However, when all the words he could seem to muster to you were short and curt, it made getting to know you better just a little difficult. But, of course, you were well unaware of this. “Is he actually going to talk to her?” Shoko questions, “Or is he just gonna do that brooding thing where he looks longingly from the corner of a room?” Utahime nods in agreement, but Gojo gives a smirk. “I have the perfect plan.” Gojo fills the group in on the grandiose idea he’s come up with to get the two of you to talk to each other, aptly named ‘Operation: Under the Mistletoe’. Everyone seemed to be on the same page for the plan, but Utahime raised a skeptical brow. “Just know Satoru, if this all goes to shit I’m kicking your ass.”

You feel the vibration of your phone in your back pocket, notifying you of a new text message.

gojo: holiday party at mine tmrrw night. be there or be ⃞ ↳ 🫡🫡 yessir

Once you sent your response, you pondered on how the night would go. Would Nanami be there? Would you actually get to say more than three words to him before getting too nervous and darting away? At this point, you were certain he’d pay you no mind. One too many awkward interactions to warrant anything other than a polite acknowledgement that the two of you were in the same room at the same time. Simple semantics.

You triple checked your location to make sure you didn’t accidentally drive into a gaudy Christmas postcard. The Gojo estate was breathtaking, adorned top to bottom in ribbons, lights, and greenery. Off to the left side of the house, there was a winding garden path leading to the guest house, which doubled as Satoru’s residence when he visited home for the holidays. You parked your car and made your way up to the guest house. Gojo was waiting on the porch for you, giddy at your arrival.

“You’re here!” He jogs over to you, holding out his arm so he could escort  you in.

“Sure am. Hope I’m not too late?” The simple banter was something you’d grown to miss while away at school. You were all too ready to fall back into the routine of being back home.

“Never.” Gojo opens the door for you, and you make your way into the house. It was just as ornately decorated as the main house, with holiday decor at every corner. Shoko and Utahime come up to greet you, giving you a hug and divulging how much they missed you. Geto joins Gojo, wrapping his arm around the white haired boys waist, and greets you as well.

Nanami was propped up against the doorframe leading from the living room to the kitchen. It was surprising how a man so big was hell bent on making himself look small. You give him a small wave, and he nods quickly in acknowledgement.

After some small talk with the group, Gojo calls the party to order. “I mean, now that everyone’s here, we can start the game.”

“What game?” You and Nanami questioned the white haired boy in unison, causing a light blush to brush against your cheeks. 

“It’s called ‘Cootie Shot’. You see the mistletoe around the house?” Gojo motions at various nooks and crannies adorned with the plant around the guest house. “If you and your partner are caught under it by a different team, you gotta kiss. Otherwise, for immunity, you have to take a shot of your choice. Cootie, shot. Cootie shot!” Gojo himself would be sticking to juice for the rest of the night after having his first shot. There were a handful of nights out drinking that were memorable to say the least. “Suguru and I are together, obviously. Shoko and Utahime are partners, and, last but certainly not least, you and Kento.”

You take the shot, feeling the gentle burn of the liquor as it goes down. 

“Let the games begin!”

It took all of 20 minutes to find yourself under a bushel of mistletoe with Nanami. Ever the eager one, Gojo was first  to notice.  You look up at Nanami, giving him a nod. He’s tall enough to where you’re standing on your tiptoes to lean into the kiss. A simple peck is what he gives you. His arm rested against your waist, keeping the two of you steady. But maybe he gave you a small smirk once you pulled away, just for the two of you. And you could taste the liquor lingering on his lips from the first shot of the night.

The game continued on throughout the night, with Gojo and Geto in the lead. They’d managed to catch Shoko and Utahime five times already, but neither seemed to mind the shot penalty. You and Nanami caught the former pair a couple times. Gojo opted to stick to the “cootie” part of the game after the first shot though, partially under the advice  of  his partner but also to make sure he didn’t make a complete ass of himself. The night was still young, and there was still plenty that could happen.

Gojo put on a holiday mix of music he claimed to have ‘curated perfectly’ and to set the atmosphere for the night. As if on cue, you could hear the piano chords of an all too popular hit from the 80’s. “What’s a party without a power ballad?” Shoko and Utahime immediately jumped in and began acting out the lyrics with him. It was a performance worthy of awards. You might have even shed a tear if you didn’t look over at Kento actively trying not to laugh at the sheer intensity of the show. And his laughter was contagious, with you yourself falling victim to it. Once everyone was able to collect themselves, you all decided to decompress for a moment. Soft holiday music began to fill the room as the six of you indulged in some much needed catch-up. Feeling the pull of the music, you walk over to Nanami and place your hand out, offering him to dance. He takes it with a smile, letting his hands rest on your waist. Yours found a spot comfortably around his neck. Swaying to the beat of the music, you take note of his cologne. It’s strong but not too overbearing, smelling like spice and wood. It was perfectly Kento.

“You two sure you don’t want to call it a night early? Catch up? Catch up?” Gojo’s eyebrows nearly jump off his face with the velocity he’s raising them up and down. Your brief moment of splendor was interrupted by a rather overjoyed Satoru.

Utahime gives Geto a look of dissatisfaction. “Can’t you put him on a leash or something?” 

“I would say yes, but, knowing him, he’d probably like it.” Geto remorses, rubbing the back of his scolded lover to soothe him.

 “I could always tranquilize him.” Shoko deadpans. Despite her drunken stupor, it wasn’t a half bad idea.

“Cootie shot.” Shoko catches you in the middle of a conversation with Nanami. It takes you a second to register what she’s talking about, but the interruption gives you an idea.

“I mean, I was starting to get thirsty anyways.”

“Me too.” You took his hand and led him to the kitchen, taking note of just how big it was compared to yours. And warm. While your hands were typically frigid, Nanami’s provide solace. 

You settle yourself on the kitchen island, letting your feet dangle off the edge. Nanami plays bartender, grabbing two shot glasses from the cupboard and setting them next to you on the island. “Pick your poison.” You ponder momentarily, but select a tried and true. “Shot of vodka.” He pours the shots and hands you one, placing his glass in the air. Your glass joins his as you toast to being caught, once again, under the mistletoe. “Cheers.” Once the subtle burn of the shot wore off, you took initiative to ask a question that had been plaguing your mind ever since you arrived. “So what made you decide to come tonight? I thought you didn’t do parties.” Nanami’s face turns serious for a moment, retreating from the relaxed demeanor he had come into during the night. “I was told you’d be here.” You’d blame the everpresent blush on your face from the liquor, but it was all too obvious what the real cause was.

“Do you want to go somewhere else? Be able to actually talk away from all…” You motion to the party and its attendees, “-this?” He takes you up on your offer, helping you get down from the counter so you could find a place more secluded. There’s a small guest room at the end of the hall connecting to the living room, near enough to not draw too much attention during your absence. 

Once you shut the door, you join him on the bed. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left, and I missed you… and I had no fucking clue what to do about it.” He starts to ramble as you take his hands in yours, hoping to soothe his racing thoughts. You look him in the eyes, let him have your full attention. “What can I do for you now?”

“I want you so fucking badly.” And you can see it in his eyes. Everything about you has him under a trance.

“So show me.”

He held you close, but with care, like you were the most delicate thing to exist. Scared that you’d shatter into a million shiny pieces if he were too rough. And much like the first kiss, this one was soft. You could feel his heart going a million miles per hour when you rested your hands on his chest. He was holding back, scared to ruin what was going so perfectly. You deepen the kiss, moving your hands up to play with his shirt collar. Emboldened by your advances, he hooks his fingers in your belt loops to bring you as close to him as possible. He moves a hand to run through your hair, pulling gently. You give a sigh of approval into his mouth and it drives him wild.

A knock on the door breaks the two of you apart. You mouth a simple “Sorry” as Kento gets up to investigate.

‘Can I get you kids anything? Some water or a snack maybe?” Satoru calls from the other side of the door. Nanami gets up and straightens himself, throwing you an apologetic look. He opens the door and leans on the frame, daring Satoru to comment. But Gojo isn’t stupid, taking note of the new wrinkles on Nanami’s shirt collar and the disheveled state of your hair. He throws Kento a cheeky smile. “Glad to know the two of you are having fun.” Kento rolls his eyes and shuts the door. He pulls you up off the bed and into his embrace, resting his head in the space between your shoulder and neck. He whispers in your ear, soft enough so the man on the other side of the door can’t decipher. “We’d better get back out there. God knows what rumors Satoru will be starting if we stay here any longer.”

The night was winding down, and you all found yourselves gathered around the fire pit on the patio. You sat on one of Nanami’s legs, and settled into him. Nanami wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you anchored to him. HIs other arm rested plush on one of your thighs, kneading the flesh softly. The glow of the fire illuminated your surroundings, and you could just barely make out a single bushel of mistletoe tied up near one of the patio banisters. You nudged Kento, raising your brows as you looked up at the plant of topic. 

Nanami picked up on your cue and gently moved the hand on your thigh up to cup your cheek. 

But something felt different about it this time. Not that the others were unwanted, but there was less pressure with the kiss. An organic expression, something just for the two of you. Sickly sweet, yet everything that dreams were made of.

“Not even prompted this time.” Gojo elbows Geto, drawing his attention to the pair of you. “Guess Operation: Under the Mistletoe worked!” Geto just crosses his arms and smirks, ready to watch the mini-circus about to happen from his revelation.

“Satoru, this-“, Utahime motions at his general Gojo-ness, “is precisely why we don’t let you drink. One shot and you’re done for.”

“I can still tranquilize him.. just saying.” You might just have to take Shoko up on her offer at this point. 

And as Gojo divulges into the inner workings of the ‘operation’, you can’t help but laugh to yourself. It seemed everyone was privy to the fact that you and Kento liked each other except the two people involved. You hope Nanami can see the humor in the situation. But in all honesty, he’s just relieved that you reciprocate feelings.

As the night drew to a close, you prepared yourself to make a quiet exit. Satoru and Suguru were entangled in each other and passed out on the living room couch, and Shoko was helping Utahime nurse a bottle of electrolyte solution in the kitchen.  You found yourself curled up into Nanami on one of the recliners, resting your head against his chest. He played with your hair, occasionally tucking the pieces that would fall in your eyes behind your ear. If you didn’t get up now, you’d probably never leave. You tap Kento’s leg to cue your departure, and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into him. “Stay here?” There was a slight whine in his voice, not wanting to have to give you up yet. But it was nearing dawn, and you were ready to recline in the comfort of your own bed. Let sober thoughts prevail tomorrow. “At least let me walk you home.” You only lived a couple blocks away, but decided to take him up on his offer to escort you home. It was still dark outside after all. 

Shoko sends the two of you off with a simple salute, and motions for you to text her once you get home safely.

Snow coats the street, freshly fallen and devoid of impurities. Your footprints are the first to break the layer of snow. The walk home is quiet for a bit, only accompanied by the sound of snow breaking below your feet. Kento helps keep you steady as you wane off the last bit of a buzz you had worked up during the night. He’s also the first to break the silence. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” His voice is soft, speaking out of earnest. It was nice to see him be so organic with you, the awkwardness at the beginning of the night a mere glimpse of the past. ”Yeah, we should do it again.” You give him a quick smile and squeeze his hand. Gojo had suggested a New Year’s Eve party earlier in the night  (no covert mission involved this time), so there was ample opportunity to get to see him again. Get to be with him. 

The rest of the walk home returned to quiet. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk in front of your place and turns to you, making sure he has your full attention. “I really did miss  you, you know.” The cold winter air only aids in the blush tinting your cheeks and the tint of your ears. You give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but he holds on to you for a bit. His broad frame engulfs you into his chest, not quite ready to let you go. But all good things must come to an end, and you see him off on your porch.

“I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve, Kento.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once you got inside your house, you nearly passed out on the couch, drained from the events of the night. You sent Shoko a quick text to let her know you’d made it home safe, and let yourself fall asleep.

a.n.: this was supposed to be out on christmas (oops). also me struggling not to write 'y'all' instead of you/you all- i am born and raised in texas, it's like breaking muscle memory for me ;-; also i needed this OUT of my drafts, could NOT keep looking at it

[lemonandtheart]

Guess who only has one job now instead of two and is back! It's me!

I have made my own TMNT iteration! I'm still drawing out the comic. I've got a lot written but now I have to sketch the pages and line and color everything in. I'll hopefully keep making more fun little things to post before I'm done. The comic is going to be fully colored, so I made this reference sheet for the boys and April. I'll give some little fun facts of my iteration too.

April:

I think she should be allowed to be more girly. She's still just as brave and tenacious, she's just going to do that while wearing cutesy clothes. I also feel my April is a girls girl and as much as she loves her boys she prefers the company of other women. She's still into journalism and is going to college for it in my version, while getting a minor is computer science because 2003 April had a thing for machines just like Donnie and I want my April be able to benefit the team like that. She's also a little chubby as I am guilty of giving her my body type. April's nails are real and she paints them whenever they chip.

Leo: *Holds him gently* I am a Leo girly through and through. In my iteration he's 18 and his brothers never let him forget he's the adult but only when things are going bad so he has to take the fall. He's got very bad anxiety because he's fully aware that every action he takes could result in someone getting hurt or dying and it freaks him out and makes him very cautious and overprotective. All of the boys have fangs, but his left one is too big to fit properly in his mouth. He also has a hero complex where he feels an intense desire to be a hero and save people. He feels like he's always steps away from failure so he makes up for it by giving everything his all all of the time.

Raph: My Raph is more of a jokester than a menace. His face just looks like that by the way, he's actually in a very good mood in my reference picture haha. He enjoys sports and weight lifting, but he also enjoys working with his hands in crafting and knitting. He's knit all of Donnie's sweaters. He likes the quiet when he's home and loud exciting get-your-hands-dirty action when he's not. He's the closest to normal out of all of them, just a slightly angsty and sarcastic teenage boy who wants to throw hands and fool around. Ride his motorcycle and kick ass. He has an intense and deep love for his family, like all Raphs do. He would take a bullet for each and every one of them. He enjoys coming home bloodied if it means that no one else got hurt. His favorite way to interact with his brothers is to lovingly bully them.

Donnie: My Donnie must be wearing long sleeves, long pants, socks, and shoes at all points in time. I stole this from me as well, as I'm autistic and so is he and I have to dress like that unless it's too hot out. His feet are highly sensitive and he will cry from overstimulation if made to walk barefoot. He can feel every rock and it hurts. Sometimes he can feel the rocks through his shoes even. He wears shoes in the house, also like me (I have inside shoes and so does he). He doesn't emote much, his face naturally settling into o_o. He's very good at lying because he's so stone faced. He often throws Mikey and Raph under the bus for bad things he does and no one ever figures out it was him that did it. He's got lots of tech and spends most of his time in his lab. Mikey often bothers him, so he made an AI to respond on his behalf and add any potential activities Mikey wants them to do together into his calendar. Mikey does not know he's not actually chatting with Don.

Mikey: In my version, when they mutated they were all already different ages. Mikey was a literal baby, not even able to sit up on his own yet. He's treated with little brother privileges and he gets away with so much. He's a menace, getting away with everything because he's got a cute face and his little brother status makes it very hard for them to say no. They all speak varying degrees of Japanese because they learned it from their dad. Mikey uses Nii-chan to get whatever he wants. He is a master manipulator and can cry on command. The only way they can tell if his tears are real or not is if he throws up. If he throws up, they're real. He's needy and bratty and wants to be the center of attention at all times. If not enough eyes are on him, he causes problems and pulls pranks to get negative attention. Despite all that, he's incredibly sweet and caring. He's a bleeding heart. He thinks of April as his big sister, even though no one else does. Later, he gets matching bracelets with April and she gives him makeovers and when she paints her nails she paints his too. Like 2003 Mikey he likes to dress up and play roles and be silly.

[little-wolfpuppy]

More Keith and Shiro HCs

Both in general and Agere/CG I am very mentally ill about them

TWs for mentions of forms of SH (ED, overworking) and skin to skin contact

Keith Akira Kogane

TRANS!! MAN!! KEITH!!

Korean-American (& Galra)

He/They but totally would say "I dont care what you call me" (If you She/Her him he will deck you)

Biromantic Grey-Asexual?

Trains night and day only partly bc he has a need to constantly improve, its a way to harm thier body without leaving any real physial marks

Does those (stupid, practically ED behavior) diets of like plain chicken and white rice

He is amazing with kids; defenetly voulentered at kids homes with Shiro when they were younger

His grumpy and tempermental attitude is mostly a mask used to hide and protect his feelings

Incredebly protective of his freinds

Was totally in the Alternitive scene - maybe Punk or Emo

Flip, slight Caregiver lean, Regresses either to around 3 or to angsty teenspace

As a Caregiver trust he is so overprotective

He can and will get in physical fights if someone hurts his kiddo

Big brother Caregiver for sure, Call him Hyung/Oppa and he might cry /pos

His go-to nickname is Kiddo or Little (whatever color paladin you are)

Will carry his little sibling around (He gets an ego boost showing off how strong he is)

In TEENSPACE he has even less emotional regulation, he ends up punching things and then crying after

Teenspace Keith also does still try to protect everyone

Instead of getting angry when Lance teases him Teenspace Keith tears up and you won't see him for hours because he's embaressed

Toddler Keith is either very calm and well behaved or a menace

Mostly he really just wants to cuddle, maybe watch some cartoons

But if hes in a mood or someone upsets him? He can and will scream-cry

throws toys at Lance if the Cuban upset him close to before he regressed ;-;

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

He/Him

Bi

The Dad™ of the group

Was Keith's older brother figure long before either of them got in the academy - they met when Shiro was 12 and Keith was 6 <3

Breifly trained in the military after the academy

Still follows a military-like scedule, starting at god-way-too-early in the morning-

This man has PTSD, not only from being tormented by the Galra Empire but from his childhood as well

100% has or had tatoos on his bicep(s)

Caregiver, "Taking care of you helps me feel better too"

Dada/Papa Caregiver

Strict on rules but only to keep his regressor safe - If they get spooked by a scolding he holds them and promises over and over he's not mad, he never wants his baby to be afraid of him, you just need to be safe, he cant have you getting hurt...

loves skin to skin, especially with baby regressors, he can and will walk around shirtless in a babywrap with his kiddo tucked against his chest sleeping. He finds the contact just as relaxing and soothing as his regressor does

Lets you crawl into bed with him if you're particuraly small or don't like sleeping alone.

Make healthy AND yummy snacks and meals and ALWAYS keeps your sensory issues and prefrences in mind

Ever-patient with meltdowns and tantrums, talking his regressor through feelings, UNLESS they are hurthing themselves or someone else, in which case he will hold them or take them to another room to calm down. ALWAYS communicating the whys and helping his regressor understand the world

Dividers 1 / 2 / 2.5 / 3 / 3.5

[rafferty3207]

cuddles with ted that turn into making out :)

So this is a lovely and simple prompt (thank you anon!!) but because I am a menace I made it into a slightly angsty post S3 headcanon - anyway, hope you enjoy this quick one!

Easy

warning: angst + smooches, be prepared

A/N: I can't figure out how to get good pics on Tumblr to save my life I'm sorry, gif not mine

As you lay in the crook of his arm, feeling the trademark blue wool of his jumper between your fingers, you hated how easy it all was.

He left, remember. He left you alone. 

You looked up at his face, his eyes still fixed to the screen. He left, but he's back now. He's here with you.

He could leave again. 

You ignore this little voice. It was the same voice you'd been hearing all those months you would cave and text him while you were drunk in Soho and he was still in America. It was the same voice you heard when he told you Henry had gotten into a prestigious school in London and your heart started racing. It was the same voice you heard when he asked if you wanted to hang out the exact same time you found out he was coming back to Richmond and you replied almost immediately.

You had waltzed into his flat and drunk his wine and cuddled on the couch watching a movie as if the last six months hadn't happened at all, and you were determined you were going to ignore that little voice.

However, Ted had finally noticed you staring.

"You alright darlin'?"

You bite your lip.

"Yeah, I'm just warm." You sit up away from him and shrug your jumper off. His eyes suddenly become glued to your shirt.

"You kept my jersey."

"Of course I did. Just because the man who gave it to me broke my heart, doesn't mean I could throw away a perfectly good t-shirt."

You suddenly look up, your hand clasped over your mouth.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean that -"

Ted held his hands up.

"No, that seems more than fair." He inches closer. "Although I never meant to break your heart, you know." He gently strokes your cheek. "I truly hope you can forgive me."

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“Of course I forgive you Ted. But forgiveness is not the same as trust. I need to know you won’t leave again. I can’t just be your London fling.”

His hand creeps a little under your shirt until it lightly touches your bare waist. You breath out slowly and shakily as he places his forehead against yours.

“I understand, but you must know I never stopped thinking about you darlin’. I wanted you with me but I wouldn’t ask you to leave your life behind, in the same way I know you didn’t ask me to.” His head dips to the crook of your neck, where he places a gentle kiss. “But I have never stopped wanting you.” Your hand squeezes his thigh. “And I don’t want to scare you off right away, but please know that I will want you for the rest of my life, when you’re ready for it." Your mouth drops open. He pulls his hands away. "Of course, it is totally up to you, no pressure!” At this you finally laugh, before pulling him back back to your face.

“Sounds like a deal.”

He pulls you in, large warm hand on the side of your neck, for a long, slow kiss. You kiss him back, but with more fervour, scrambling to sit on top of him. Eventually he pulls away again and looks you up and down.

“Now I’m afraid to say you are legally obliged to take that jersey off as you are too sexy in it.” 

“Oh yeah, and what will happen if I don’t take it off?”

“Well then I will simply be forced to take it off you.” He pins you to the couch and you erupt in a fit of giggles. Maybe things were too easy. But this time, you didn’t care.

[pandorapromises]

would anyone like to read a cut excerpt from the lo'ak x reader fic i'm currently working on?? i had to take it out cuz it wasn't working with the setup or tone i had planned like, this was turning out comedic and not angsty

"Oh, for the love of Eywa!" you cry, bursting into tears. This man, your muntxatan, is so, so hopelessly stupid and so stupidly sweet. He makes you want to tear out your own hair until you're bald.

You also want to bury your face in your hands but you can't because they're slimy and sticky with fruit juices. You're forced to rub your eyes with the back of your hand while Lo'ak scrambles to figure out what he did wrong.

The way your name flows out of his mouth sounds like it's him who's in pain, not you. "Please tell me why you're crying," Lo'ak begs, scooting closer to you. "What do I do? Huh? Tell me, what do I do?" His hand is warm upon your back and somewhat comforting but the tears and sobs do not stop pouring from your eyes and mouth.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Lo'ak lists off every thing he can think of that might be upsetting you. "The baby? Is it being a menace again?"

The laugh that bubbles out of you comes out choked and makes your belly bounce like you're crying harder instead. This is when you realize that Lo'ak has never seen you cry before. But it's too late; now he knows his muntxate** is an ugly crier.

"Is it… the hormones?" he tries again.

"I don't even know what that is??" you croak, the tears leaving wet tracks on your cheeks. Lo'ak tends to speak in a confusing mess of Na'vi and English. Sometimes, like now, you have no idea what in Eywa's name he's talking about.

"Nevermind, forget about it. Just tell me what's wrong! Was it me? Was it something I said?" Lo'ak insists. "Whatever it is, I am very, very sorry and I will never do it again."

You take a deep, heaving breath that rattles your chest and leaves you hiccuping. Tears still fall from your eyes, blurring your vision, but at least the worst of the sobbing is over. In spite of your throbbing headache, you take another breath and get a grip on yourself.

The first thing that comes out of your mouth is, "No, I'm s-sorry."

Lo'ak frowns in confusion, scooting even closer. You're practically sitting between his legs with his hand squeezing your shoulder. "Sorry for what?"

Your hand flies to your chest, accidentally smearing sticky fruit juices all over your skin. "Sorry that it's me-e," you blubber pathetically through ugly, wet sniffling.

Now it's Lo'ak's turn to stare at you blankly with no idea what in Eywa's name you're talking about.

For some reason, this upsets you even further. "Stop pretending!" you hiss tearfully. "Don't--don't act like you don't know, Lo'ak…"

"Wh-what?" Lo'ak can only blink in utter bewilderment. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, a loud, boisterous voice interrupts him, calling your names.

"Hey, forest boy!" Aonung shouts over the noise of the celebration in the village. He's standing on the walkway above the water with a waving Spider at his side.

"Are you guys coming to the party or not?!" Spider yells, his voice easily heard even through his rebreather.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes in exasperation and mutters to you, "Hold on, let me get rid of them." You think he's about stand and go talk to them but instead, he simply bellows over his shoulder as loud as he's able, "We're busy!! Go away!"

The sudden volume makes you jump in your own skin and where taking deep breaths failed, being startled succeeded. No longer are you a weeping, hiccuping mess.

Aonung and Spider look at each other, Spider shrugs, and they promptly return to the warrior's dance.

"Okay, so what were you saying?" Lo'ak says as he turns back around.

You shake your head and try to stand up, shoving his arm off in the process. But with your big belly, it's near impossible to do alone. You are a stubborn woman though. You push Lo'ak's hand away when he tries to help you and through the sheer strength of your will, you rise on your own two feet.

Lo'ak chants your name, each time more desperately than the last, as he stands as well. "Please, tell me what's wrong, I can help! I can fix it!" he pleads.

You resist the urge to tell him to quiet down but with the warrior's dance raging on the other side of the village and practically everyone there, there's no one on the beach to witness your breakdown.

Trying to get a handle on your racing thoughts amidst a headache is difficult and even worse with Lo'ak forcing you to look at him with worried hands. "Lo'ak, please, I'm sorry but--"

"Sorry about what? I don't understand!" Lo'ak snaps. Both pairs of eyes widen at his sharp** tone, neither one of you expecting a reaction like this from him. "Shit. Sorry. Look, look at me--" He cups your cheek and gently turns your gaze back to him. "Listen to me, okay? I can't fix it if I don't know what it is. So please, tell me what is wrong so I can make it better."

For one tense moment, all you can hear is your quick, shallow intakes of breath and the heavy drumming of the warrior's dance in the distance. You can feel, down to your bones, time slowly stretching until every blink is as long as an eclipse. Lo'ak's eyes bore into yours until the bright amber of his irises is all you can see. You know you should be saying something, anything, but how can you form words when your mind is at a standstill and refuses to move?

Lo'ak solves this problem for you. Without speaking further, he releases his hold on your shoulders and carefully wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his warm chest. He is mindful of the babe in your belly and embraces you from the side, cradling you as tightly as he can without hurting you or your child. Then when he presses his lips to the top of your head, warming the spot with his breath, all you can do is let go and melt into him. It's like being carried by the current of a river, an unseen force that is only felt.

No one speaks for a while. There is only Lo'ak's warmth, the drums, the People's song, and the sea.

But just as you feel your eyelids getting heavier, Lo'ak whispers against your hair, "Will you get in trouble if you don't finish peeling the fruit?"

Your eyes snap open. "The fruit!" you gasp.

Lo'ak chuckles as he follows you to inspect your progress and offers, "Uh, maybe you take this half and I take that--"

"No," you interject, waving him away, "you start taking the finished ones to the Tsahik**. She will be needing them soon."

Your muntxatan nods obediently and with a grunt, lifts the heaviest basket onto his shoulder. But instead of leaving right away, he hesitates, watching as you kneel back down on the sand to finish your work.

"What is it?" you ask as you start hurriedly peeling what you have left.

"Did you know…" Lo'ak falters, fidgeting in place. "Did you know that you're really… beautiful? Even with all the…"

Your hands instantly freeze in mid-motion. You and Lo'ak simply stare at each other, equally wide-eyed.

"Even with all the what?" you inquire, a little breathlessly.

Lo'ak clears his throat and nearly drops the hefty basket on his shoulder when he takes one hand to try to gesture something. Thankfully, he is quick to catch it and doesn't drop any of the fruit but you're still left with unanswered questions.

"Even though I'm pregnant and bigger than Payakan?" you ask half-jokingly. You try to continue peeling but your hands are slow and shaky.

"Yes," Lo'ak answers, a little too loudly. Then his eyes widen even further. "Wait, no! No, that's not what I--" He squeezes his eyes shut while his ears flatten against his head. "Don't say that. You are not bigger than Payakan." Then he opens his eyes and looks at you intently. "I was going to say you're beautiful even though you're crying and your eyes are all red and splotch-y."

When you don't speak or respond, Lo'ak

[messenger-of-stupidity]

NAH NAH NAH

Okay. Let's go through the thoughts of this latest update. There's a lot so buckle up buttercup.

1. Kravitas is literally so based. He's willing to spare Albus the suffering of long travel just because he's bored when typically he would enjoy Albus suffering.

2. Only Albus would risk insanity to spite a demon. Ever heard of cutting off your nose to spite your face, Albus? Seriously, these dude shot himself out of a fucking canon to stop Devlin from touching this hella cursed sword, but in typical Albus fashion when it's his safety and emotional welfare at stake common sense flies out the gods be damned window.

4. Is Kravitas really a demon or was his statement last episode about being more than that the truth that Albus just chose to call bullshit on?

5. Kerano, sweetie, if you don't like the sweater you don't gotta be nice to me and lie. Tis okay

6. Dad is back with his video of a casual demon attack. A normal Thursday. You'd think violence could slow enough for Faithful to get some groceries but I guess not.

7. AN ADULT TALK? EXCUSE ME? also yes now shoo child.

8. Guess I'll just go in a bunker and braid some hair or some shit. Whatever.

9. Don't you love it when the father figure of your child is so obsessed with transformers that he turns into a robot? (Yes I know he didn't turn into a robot. It just sounded kind of robotic in my head and it was funny.

10. What's the song called? It was kind of a vibe.

11. Oh my God we're raising a menace, thief, AND a liar. Where did we go wrong? 😭 Also can Faithful read minds? She was able to hear Kerano's mind about a key or something before Kerano had it, and was able to read the thoughts after that.

12. Move aside, Faithful is coming through like a badass. Hold the child

13. Oh neat. Both Albus and I have yelling voices in our head. 🥲

14. "I AM THE GREATEST GOOD YOURE EVER GONNA GET" - Faithful 2023

15. IS HE CUTTING OFF HIS HAND?! KERANO LOOK AWAY

16. Are... Are you seriously gonna make me choose between my two husbands right now? WHERES MY POLY OPTION? (Albus and Devlin in strictly familial relationship with each other. No condoning incest here)

-Branch-

Albus Route:

- yeah u tell him Devlin! How dare he try to reject us after saying it was our choice. Bitch

- UH I UH UHM ER

- daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry

- HOW MANY ROUNDS? Albus let her BREATHE before you fuck her to death omg

- I thought we became a bio mom to half demon children. But nah turns out we became a slutty saint

- YOOOO another thing in common with Albus! We both don't like kids. For different reasons but the point still remains

- Awww. He misses Devlin.

- Kerano is wholesome but I ain't forgiving her for snatching that key

- wait does anyone remember when he said he wouldnt tap faithful with a ten foot pole? Does that mean he tapped her with an eleven foot pole to stay true to his word?

- Devlin Route -

- that's what your brother said to me in an alternate reality when I chose him too.

- Albus back with the orgies. My angsty brain McThinks it's some copium since that's his whole "nothing hurts me!" Mask

- "HES A ROCKIN SPACE AGE BACHELOR MAN" I hope he gets his dream of being a monsterfucker

- Faithful got that holy rizz sheeeeeeesh

- astrology 🥰

- wait nevermind. Just some brotherly love

- you can call me darling any day of the week baby. I am living for it.

- Awww starry kiss. 🥹

Update: I keep forgetting there's a high chance that GBA will see this... BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?! I STAND BY WHAT I SAID (/lh) 😤😤😤

Update #2: for those asking about the third route thoughts, that's a secret that I'm saving for a fic.

[guiltyasdave]

wip wednesday ✨

thank you for the tag @mandoisapunk @joelmillers-whore @pascalpvnk @endlessthxxghts <3

here are two snippets from part III of the dress series with our favorite suburban murder daddy dave, first angsty and then smutty hehe 🫶🏻 (and please pray for me because i’m basically finished with everything plot-wise but the smut inspiration just won’t strike?? like who even am i 😩)

“Listen, I just gotta call the girls real quick, make sure that everything’s alright at home. Okay?”

And you get it. Of course you get it. Dave doesn’t talk about his daughters often, but when he does, it’s obvious how much he loves them. It’s one of the things that you like about him. It’s you who suggested calling them in the night, after all.

So you get it, you really do. It doesn’t make the sharp sting in your chest at the way he so casually says “at home” hurt any less. Because his family is his home and you are not, because it doesn’t matter if you held him in the dead of night and whispered over and over that he’s safe and that everything is okay, or if he called you his perfect girl and pulled you into his chest less than 24 hours ago, or if you’re only on this island because he thought that you deserved something this nice.

AND

You’ve barely pulled your top over your head when his hand is back on your shoulder, roughly pushing you down. “I said, on your knees,” he snarls, his hand fisting your hair and pulling back until your neck is uncomfortably bent, your face turned up towards him. “Are you too dumb to follow the simplest instructions?” He gives your hair a harsh tug and you whimper. “N-no, please. I’m sorry, sir.”

Dave grins. He looks menacing, still looming over you in that threatening way that he turns into when he’s dominating you, but he also looks more… at ease. As if he’s letting himself fall into this familiar dynamic too, just like you.

“I’d tell you to go to the bedroom, but who knows if that would even register in that empty head of yours, huh? Guess I’ll be generous and help you.”

He lets go of your hair and slowly opens his belt, pulling it through the belt loops. You gulp as he fastens it around your neck instead, giving it an experimental tug that pulls it tighter. A moan escapes you and he chuckles. “Yeah, that turns you on? Being put on a leash like a fucking dog?”

no pressure tags: @joelscurls @hearteyesforjoel @corazondebeskar @morning-star-joy @swiftispunk @iamasaddie @beardedjoel <3 (sorry if you’ve already been tagged!!)

[mizzymii]

Vanitas Headcanons

General Headcanons that have no relevancy at all but I brainrot these on a daily basis.

If you see typos— no you didn't

TW: mentions of death and some Lightly-angsty Headcanons!

EDIT: I spelt so many things wrong WHOOPS I swear I know how to english

✎... VANITAS

⌛ Vanitas has itty bitty freckles all over his face, they weren't very noticeable but they're there

⌛ He is very good at knife juggling and lives for the thrill of it

⌛ Because I live for the Trans!Vanitas Headcanons and fancy ass scars; his scars oddly look like little wonky hour glasses

⌛ if Vanitas were to be in a relationship I feel like he isn't much of a PDA person; so he gets all funny when he's genuinely being shown affection in front of people.

⌛ for the Vanoè shippers and piggyback from the PDA Headcanons; I feel like Vanitas loves to just sit on the roof; he won't go out if his way to cuddle Noè or anything, but enjoys his company

⌛ for the VaniJeanne shippers; listen. Vanitas will let Jeanne do his makeup.

⌛ In a Modern-Day setting, in terms of music, I feel like Vanitas would like MCR; but also REALLY likes The Oozes

⌛ Vanitas is a musical guy because he just- radiates theatre kid. He likes the Falsettos :D

✎... NOÈ

🐱 I like to think Noè used to have a speech impediment when he was younger

🐱 Boi stims and likely has ADHD.

🐱 When he stims; he usually waves his hands around, shakes Vanitas or stomp in place

🐱 He can repeat "uhm uhm uhm uhm" for a minute straight until he remembers what he is thinking; and it pisses everyone (But Domi) off

🐱 for the Vanoè shippers, but I'm throwing in some angst. While Noè crushes on Vanitas (before a relationship), I feel like Noè tends to stare at Vanitas while on the rooftop and internally recites thousands of poems, but never speaks them.

🐱 When Noè gets Into a relationship with Vanitas, He leaves small pieces of the poems he's written around their room for Vanitas to find

🐱 For the DomiNoè shippers, I feel like Noè gives her the BEST hugs and cuddles you've EVER seen and is like her backpack

🐱 When Noè is in a relationship bc why tf not; you bet your ass he traces over ALL of his partners scars

🐱 Did I say I'm a Vanoè shipper? Well— more angst. In the end when Noè marks Vanitas, they come to a mutual understanding; but they embrace eachother for the last memory :) I can't think of anything sadder than that so that's for the softies (aka me)

🐱 Noè is a book dragon; he reads when he suddenly gets the motivation but he loves to hoard books because he thinks hell read them but never does

✎... JEANNE

🌹 She loves roses; she feels like a rose girl

🌹 In modern times; She's also a theatre kid- but she loves all the niche musicals.

🌹 her favorite singer is Aurora :) and she LOVES Tomm Moore movies

🌹for the VaniJeanne shippers, She loves to braid his hair and get him all pampered up

🌹 She gets sunburned very easily

🌹She's very sensitive to STRONG aroumas so she likes the subtlety

🌹Jeanne daydreams a lot when she has absolutely nothing to do

🌹(VaniJeanne) When Jeanne is in a relationship with Vanitas; she definitely makes sure to take care of him and is constantly checking up on him and giving him constant reminders that she does indeed love him

🌹Her love language is probably Words of Admiration and Physical touch

🌹She stims as well but they're usually little whistles and fiddling with sensory objects; these only happen when she's anxious and flustered

🌹For the DomiJeanne shippers; Jeanne loves to do Domi's first date was at a greenhouse then a Cafe.

🌹 Again for the DomiJeanne Shippers; Jeanne is the big spoon.

🌹 Jeanne would play DnD and always plays either the little and chaotic menaces or the big and gentle cutie patooties

✎... DOMINIQUE

I had a bunch of things for Domi but I had a blank while writing these

🗡 Bc I am; Domi is near sighted. It isn't TOO bad but it certainly is annoying

🗡 Domi is a secret bookworm and finds it so relaxing to read with a nice cup of tea

🗡 Domi used to take fencing classes and was really good? Listen girlie wields a sick rapier she DEFINITELY had practice ((this isn't even a Headcanon tbh))

🗡 Domi used to use Noè for practice

🗡 Domi doesn't like putting her hair up but is okay with doing braids or other types of hairstyles

🗡 Domi has a birthmark that looks to have matched Louis's :)

🗡 Domi, in Modern, would ALSO play DnD but dm's for Jeanne

🗡 Domi loves PDA :) romantic or platonic

🗡 I like to think Noè is her soulmate, both in a romantic and platonic sense

[tokyorevismylife]

Draken X Reader- Shadows of the One You Loved

A/N: First off, I would like to say that I AM ALIVE. I sincerely apologize for not writing or posting anything sooner, but if I am being honest, I’ve been busy with school, and life in general and, well...I forgot I made this account so that I could share some anime or game brainrot with some like-minded people. And after I came back, I noticed my two posts got way more notes than I was expecting you guys to give, so thank you for all the reads, follows, and likes! So I’ve been thinking of a certain Draken scenario, and I decided to post it. Enjoy!

warnings: chapter 148 spoiler, mentions of death, lil bit of cussing, tokyo rev timeskip spoilers...I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA UP TO CHAP 225(or spoil yourself but don’t blame me), ANGSTY

     You silenced your phone for what felt like the millionth time, too upset and heartbroken to care for the calls coming through. You knew if you picked up, or looked at the texts, you would have to answer their frenzied questions, or listen to their voices filled with anger and dismay on your behalf, and that would make you remember everything even more. And all you wanted to do was forget. Forget the moments, memories and most of all, HIM. You wanted to forget him...

      *RING, RING* Your cellphone’s ringtone blared annoyingly, and you were pissed. You were on a roll studying for an exam of yours that was coming up, and your cellphone interrupted your train of thought. The irritating caller turned out to be none other than one of your close friends, who called you frantically because his motorcycle broke down.

     “Please, can you be here with me?” Your friend begged you. “What am I gonna do there?” You countered. “I don’t know the slightest thing about motorcycles. I’d be utterly useless.” 

     “Yeah...but here’s the thing, the guys running the shop intimidate me! Like I feel like the main dude can snap me in half with his bare hands!” Your friend was truly freaked out, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter at his statement. “Alright, alright, I’ll be there. You owe me,” you told your friend, and you hung up. You headed out of your house and strolled through the bustling streets of the Kanto Prefecture. You were steadily making your way, until you halted in front of the motorcycle shop your friend told you to meet him at, D&D Motorcycle Shop. You were greeted by your frantic friend, biting his nails anxiously. “Thank God, you’re finally here. It took you long enough. I thought that maybe Draken’s spirit heard what I was saying about him, and he decided to haunt you and take you away!” “You are an absolute idiot, you know that? You know how stupid you sound right now? Also, who’s Draken?” You retorted in disbelief. The nervous boy said nothing in response, only looked at the shop like it was an entrance to hell. “Alright we’re going inside. Come on, scaredy-cat!” You grinned, dragging your friend inside, where his bike was getting fixed up. 

You entered the shop, and your eyes met with an unexpected sight. The fact that your friend was NOT exaggerating. The guy fixing up the bike was HUGE, muscular, and tall. Not to mention, he had a half-shaved head, with very long, blond hair tied up in a braid that trailed down his back, and a dragon tattoo that swirled around the side of his head. But you watched as he worked on the bike with extreme concentration painting his features, and your face started to heat up. While his appearance was menacing, he was also handsome, in a very rugged and unconventional way. 

     “Do NOT tell me that you are getting a fucking crush right now.” Your friend said sassily, and audibly. Your eyes widened in surprise, and in fear just in case the man working on the bike heard. “Shut up, asshole, at least I wasn’t scared of him!” You replied to your friend. Your friend blushed at that, and he turned away, angrily. “Where are you going?” You questioned. “To get something to eat. Screw this. I’m not spending hours here.” He answered. “WHY’D YOU DRAG ME OUT HERE IF YOU AREN’T EVEN GONNA STAY!?” Now you were actually PISSED. But, your friend being the jackass he is, left without a word, while FLIPPING you off. You grunted in frustration and decided to look at the blond again, and you realized that he was looking at you. He quickly turned away when he realized you noticed him. This gave you the courage to go and talk to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Is it alright if I watch you work from closer up? I find it pretty interesting.” You asked in a straighforward manner. “Suit yourself, but be careful.” The man told you. Your heart melted at that. Scary my ass, you thought. He seems like a nice guy, just a little gruff. “So sir...-” “The name’s Draken, and you can quit callin’ me sir. I’m 18.” He replied. “HUH?? You’re the same age as me??? What the heck? Talk about an early developer!” You couldn’t contain your surprise. Despite himself, Draken let a small smile creep onto his face at your outburst and bubbliness. Then, he studied you. There was an air of familiarity around you that he couldn’t pinpoint, like he had met someone like you before in the past. 

     “Hey, you smiled! So, I guess you aren’t scary after all. My friend dragged me out all the way here while I was studying just because he was scared of you! Isn’t that ridiculous. But, you have a nice smile, smile more often and then people won’t be scared of you!” You grinned. Draken felt his heart and face grow warm at your excitedness. Then, a sharp pang in his chest. And he looked at you again. And this time..he knew why you were so familiar. You were just like her. His past love. His dear Emma-chan that he fell for. Your nature and the way you acted was just like her. No, he was just being ridiculous. This was just him longing for some company. So, he asked you boldly if you wanted to hang out sometime. And you, unknowing of what was to come, eagerly said yes. 

     And it was from then on, that your relationship with Draken began. At first, it was just friendly on his part, and you guys spoke occasionally, and hungout with each other. But you guys started speaking and spending time with each other more, and soon enough the both of you harboured feelings for each other. You remember the day he confessed to you, a beautiful, sunny day, in which you two were walking leisurely in a Tokyo park. You excitedly accepted his feelings, and told him that you felt the same. You remembered that he kissed you, and it was magical. He picked up your frame, that was so much smaller than his, and both of you locked in an embrace. But, as he kissed you, he couldn’t help seeing Emma. Couldn’t help feeling guilty. Couldn’t help but be reminded of his first love, who was just so much like you. But, he still decided to continue, even though he knew it would be torture for him, and torture for you once you found out that his heart didn’t belong fully to you. 

     After you kissed, you guys strolled together like any new couple did. As you walked, you noticed an ice cream truck, with all the GOOD stuff. “Draken, look over there! An ice cream truck! We have to get some!!” You dragged the large man’s sleeve, to which he said, “Damn, woman, don’t rip my arm off!” He thought your eagerness and innocence was adorable and your smile was beautiful. But then he was reminded of Emma. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get over her. You arrived at the ice cream truck, and ordered your favourite flavour. You were about to pull your wallet out, but Draken’s large hand stopped you. “You’re my girlfriend, I’ll pay.” As he pulled out the money, a picture of a young, cutesy girl came out. You picked it up and studied it. The girl was stunning, with wonderfully feathered blonde hair, and a very developed figure and a radiant smile, who was hugging a very happy looking Draken. You never saw that look on Draken’s face. As Draken handed you your ice cream, his eyes glanced at the picture in your hands, and as he realized what the picture was, his eyes widened marginally.

     “How did you get that?” Draken asked panicked. “Whoa, relax! It just fell out while you were taking out the money.” You glanced at his normally calm face, which now held an expression of fear and pain. “Who is she anyways? Your sister? She’s so pretty! She could totally be a model, unless...she already is one?” You asked. “She’s dead.” Draken threw it out there, coldly. “H-huh? I’m sorry...” You said to him. “I’m guessing she was special to you.” His eyes glanced at Emma’s smile again, and his eyes softened. “The most special. She was beautiful. She was the..best. I miss her everyday.” He never thought he;d talk about Emma to you of all people, but nonetheless, it felt good for him to get it off his chest. 

     You fixated your gaze on him, with an understanding look in your eyes. You remember he ranted to you about everything. About how she died. How he felt helpless. How he wasn’t able to save her. Protect her. And how it felt like that he lost the most importnat person in his life, that made him feel like he mattered, and that he felt an emptiness in his chest that grew with every passing day without her. And then your heart panged with sadness. Because the look that crept into his eyes when he spoke about Emma, the expression that was on his face...he never looked at YOU like that. And you realized with every passing day, that he tried to make you turn into her. From little comments about the way you should dress, about the things that she liked to do that you didn’t, and the comments about how you both were similar made you realize.  Realize that you were only a shell to him. Just someone sort of there. He didn’t love you. Draken loved the idea of you. And you felt like an utter fool. But, most of you didn’t want to believe that. However, for the sake of closure, you decided to ask him.

     It was a regular day for the both of you. It was a weekend, and you were sitting in his shop before closing time, as he prepared to shut the shop down for the day. “Hey, Draken, I think we need to talk.” You sighed breathily. “I already know which direction this is going in.” Draken looked at you sadly. “Draken, you don’t love me, do you?” You stared at the ground tentatively, afraid to look his face. “I’m sorry.” Draken said. That apology was all you needed to fully understand, all you needed to understand that your feelings were unreciprocated. You said nothing. You couldn’t say anything. Your throat closed up. You wanted to scream, cry, do both, but not in front of him. Draken called your name all of a sudden, and you flinched. “I really am sorry. It’s just your demeanor was so much like Emma’s, and all the feelings I have for her, were surpressed because of her death, and you managed to bring them back up again. You being with me lessened the pain of her being gone, because you were so much like Emma. I thought it was like having her back again, just in a different shell...but I was wrong. I love Emma, and only Emma, and I don’t think that will change. But, thank you for being there for me.”

     He edged closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You still didn’t look up. “It’s late. You should head home. And, thanks again for everything.” He then, let go of you and turned away, signalling the end of the conversation. Probably the last conversation you would every have with him. You turned away, cursing yourself in the back of your mind as you headed home. You felt numb, and felt stupid. You knew, had an inching feeling of doubt, knew he felt this way in your brain somewhere, and yet you chose to ignore it. Eventually, you got home, and headed for your bed. And, there in your safe space, all alone, you let everything out. You started crying, howling tears of despair, until you fell asleep, and began your journey of healing and forgetting.

“

[just-a-little-silly]

@eye-cri

For sure!! I see Safiya being way more subdued than she is in the original version and Kajal kind of taking on some of Safiya’s tactlessness (I absolutely love my girl Safiya but sometimes omg) but also Kajal is just a menace in her own right we still love her tho.

Considering that Safiya is the only prefect in the original version, I think it’d be really cool to see her really take ownership of that for herself. In the OG Safiya is still learning about becoming a prefect/what comes with it so I think it’d be super cool to see what she’d look like when she’s pretty established in that role. I like to think she’d become way more confident in herself and still retain how blunt she is. I see her as someone aloof but simultaneously very highly respected for her skills. Definitely more direct, Safiya is certainly not a schemer (that is and forever will be Kajal’s forte i fear).

And oh yes >:3 I was quite intentional about my choices of alternate ships!! I think Safiya’s directness would really throw Alfonse off but also be a breath of fresh air. And as for Kajal and Luca….the story I’ve thought up for them really is just my excuse to explore a particular type of angst i am weak for (tbh it’s just Zeus x Kajal x Hiro in a different font)

Kajal in this AU is a lot more rough around the edges. She’s always been playful and coy but in the original she also has elegance and this otherworldly, untouchable flair too. In this AU said elegance and flair is sort of taken away and replaced with a more fiery element. This Kajal is loud and obnoxious while still being able to scheme in the background. She’s a popular girl who has a way with the crowd and uses it to her advantage in a much more abrasive way than she does in the OG.

I think Kajal would adore Safiya the way Safiya does Kajal in the original! They’d both like the directness, the fact that they don’t typically hold back. I can definitely see Safiya taking Kajal under her wing and also…covering for Kajal’s schemes from time to time. They’d clash from time to time but honestly their bond would be just as strong just…in reverse? They’ve got each other’s back no matter the AU they’re in.

Oh, Kajal and Luca. KajLu my sweets. What a disaster. What a mess.

The friends with benefits situation these two have is WILD. They’re either in love or at each other’s throats or…ya just can’t tell. No one knows what’s going on. Not even them.

But yeah, on a serious note, things get ANGSTY with the two of them, it’s pretty bad. What makes it worse is that in this AU Kajal would be even more paranoid about her whole real name situation and Luca…well, he’s certainly not Zeus so it gets pretty dicey pretty quick. Needless to say: a MESS. I love it.

[melonisopod]

How I feel about the Limbussy gang

Yi Sang: weird little racoon man, I listen carefully for his name puns cause they get lost in translation.

Faust: despite what the weird Redditors say she’s actually pretty alright. Has a very nice voice though. Faust calls you a fucking idiot while she exposits plot-relevant details ASMR

Don Quixote: beautiful ray of sunshine, adorable cinnamon roll, has done nothing wrong in her life, ever. I am in awe of her tisms.

Ryoshu: she scares me a little, ngl, but I am also a little bit turned on.

Meursault: Fr*nch but still valid. Swings between the most boring cardboard cutout and absolute wild card of a character. Pretty much anything he does is funny because he does it with the utost seriousness. 

Hong Lu: I love this himbo. I have some pretty intense gender envy for him too.

Heathcliff: I want to do unspeakable things to this man. I’m positive there’s some angsty backstory that’ll make me want to hug him which can’t come soon enough. I enjoy his Tom and Jerry relationship with Dante.

Ishmael: love her design, love her hair, love her voice, love how much of a menace she is despite trying to come off as the only sane man. Again, there’s a tragic backstory waiting in the wings that I can’t wait to read.

Rodion: I saw a woman so beautiful I started crying. I want her to bridal-carry me. She did absolutely nothing wrong. I wish I could be half as cool as she is.

Sinclair: baby boy, baby, he needs so many hugs after what he’s been through. Declaring him my son now.

Outis: I know damn well her compliments are fake and she’s a huge red flag and probably going to betray me but I don’t care. I want an older lady who can wreck my shit to tell me what a smart and talented person I am. I have problems.

Gregor: babygirl, poor little meow-meow, sad little bug man, I want to give him a hug but I also love watching him take Ls every day. Favorite announcer,

Dante: funny little clock just doing their best. Like Gregor, they have babygirl energy, I love watching them interact with the Sinners and I hope we get more on them soon.

Vergilius: ngl kind of a DILF, but he’s been on thin ice ever since Canto III.

Charon: vroom-vroom, I love her snarky little comments when you choose her as announcer. I’ll give her all the Bongy Plushies.

Yuri: *sobs in the corner*

[bookwormscififan]

Don't Make Me Lose You Too

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A/N: I've had this request for a while, and I decided to finally write it. Just your average angsty possession fic with our vintage husbands.

JJ walked into the house and immediately knew something was wrong. The window curtains were closed, casting a dim shadow around their usually welcoming living room, and the smell of burnt bread was coming from the kitchen.

The silent man set his bag down, removing his hat and placing it on the hatstand beside Shawn’s flat cap before heading up the stairs to look for his husband.

He found Shawn in the guest bedroom, curled in the corner and cradling his head in his hands. Quietly, JJ walked forward, stopping when Shawn suddenly lifted his head and stared at him, eyes blank with tears streaming down his cheeks.

He saw the dark lines around his eyes, the inky veins crisscrossing around his face, took in the angry red lines running down his arms, and JJ’s hands clenched by his sides.

When did this happen? Why didn’t you call me?

“I’m not who you think I am, Jameson,” Shawn’s voice was croaky, seeming to echo around the room as dry lips formed the words. “I doubt I’ll ever be that me again.” He shook his head as JJ moved closer, falling to his knees in front of Shawn.

You don’t mean that, sweetheart. Things will be alright.

“Please, just go. Leave me, before I hurt you.” JJ reached forward and caressed Shawn’s cheek in his hand, ignoring the fresh flood of inky tears that stained his hand.

How am I supposed to just let you go? I’ve lost so much already, don’t let me lose you too.

“But you knew this was going to happen.” Shawn stopped as he suddenly groaned in pain, the lines on his face stretching further, eyes growing black and hands shaking. “He’s almost fully taken over. You need to go.”

JJ frowned, taking a deep breath before pulling Shawn forward and connecting their lips, claiming Shawn in a desperate kiss that relayed all the anguish and pain the possession brought, using his free hand to bunch Shawn’s shirt up, pulling him impossibly close as he felt the toymaker’s response slowly fade away, gasping when he was pushed roughly away.

“Shawn is gone. The host has vacated the suit.” JJ watched helplessly as Shawn – Bendy – stood up and left the room, tears falling down his face as he stared at the gold band on his finger.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” JJ looked up at the sound of the glitch’s voice, staring numbly at the figure before him. “Losing the one person you gave everything to. You just want to break apart, to let everything collapse.”

Anti crouched in front of JJ, looking into his eyes with a menacing smile.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to not face things? To just exist without acknowledging anything? The world can keep turning, but Jameson Jackson doesn’t need to be there to see it, he can just stay right here remembering his time with his husband.” He reached out to hold a hand under JJ’s chin, seeing the shattered and heartbroken man behind his eyes.

“Would you like that? To just be a mindless puppet like Shawn?”

JJ hesitated, shaking hands raised, looking into Anti’s black eyes and seeing a void within. A tear fell from his eye, catching in his moustache. Behind Anti, he could see the bedroom, could see the stupid shirt that Shawn always left on the end of the bed, wrinkled and smelling.

He remembered Shawn’s smile, the freckles on his face as he stared up at the sun. The way that Shawn always had something funny to say to lift JJ’s mood. Remembered Shawn desperately trying to hide from Bendy, afraid of becoming possessed like Joey Drew.

Shawn’s blackened face appeared in JJ’s mind, eyes dead and lips chapped so much they were cracking open. His heart ached as he recalled the slow progression to coldness as he kissed him one last time, and he hiccupped a sob before returning his attention to Anti.

Yes.

Anti grinned, hand going from JJ’s chin to his throat, grip tightening as the silent man felt crackling chills curling around his wrists and ankles. He closed his eyes as he felt his mind shift, letting go as the glitch twisted his wrist, feeling his life give out before everything went quiet.