#i should also make her arms more buff ;;;;;

[myriadfrogs]

working on a Honami drawing !!

[syluslnd]

hi! I love ur sub!sylus stories so bad like oh my gosh he's so cute, my heart cannot take it. 😣😣 But, if you don't mind, i would like to request sylus reaction to mc who are loves to wear his clothes? Ngl i feel like his clothes that were obviously too big for her would look adorable! And, i feel like mc will look like a real kitten bcs she's curled in the couch, wearing his oversized sweaters! Thanks!

Sylus reaction to you wearing his clothes

(Note/ omgg thank you so much for liking my sub sylus posts ☺️☺️ I wrote this one with that “cuteness” in mind while also keeping sylus his normal dominant self haha I hope you enjoy pumpkin🤍)

Sylus stepped into the living room after a long day, the weight of his mafia duties still hanging over him like a dark cloud. But the moment he caught sight of you curled up on the couch, all of his stress faded into the background.

You were wrapped in one of his oversized long-sleeve shirts, the fabric swallowing your smaller frame. It hung down past your mid-thigh, giving you an adorable, almost helpless look that made his heart race. The way the sleeves draped over your hands and the hem of the shirt barely concealed the cheeky booty shorts underneath only added to the effect. You looked like a real-life kitten, innocent and impossibly cute.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk spreading across his face. “Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his deep voice breaking the quiet.

You looked up, startled, your eyes widening as you realized you'd been caught. "Sylus!" you exclaimed, attempting to pull the shirt down to cover yourself more but it only made you look more adorable in his eyes. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Clearly" he teased, striding over to you with that confidence that always made you weak in the knees. "You look like a little lost kitten all curled up on the couch. Just where do you think you're going in that outfit?"

You felt heat rush to your cheeks,embarrassment flooding through you as you fumbled for a response. "| was just... comfortable?"

"Comfortable?" Sylus echoed, amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned down, brushing a finger along the hem of the shirt, watching as you squirmed under his gaze.

"You look like you're about to get lost in those oversized sleeves. You're practically swimming in it, sweetie."

You tried to hide your face behind your hands but Sylus was quicker, gently pinning your wrists above your head. His grip was firm yet playful, making it impossible for you to hide from his teasing gaze.

"Why are you so cute?" he mused, his voice dropping lower, laced with a teasing intensity. "I swear, every time I see you in my clothes, I think I'm going to burst from how adorable you are." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "And those shorts? A little too cheeky for my taste, don't you think?"

You couldn't find the words, a mix of embarrassment and something else swirling inside you. "I just wanted to be cozy!" you managed to protest, though your voice lacked any real conviction.

"Oh, I think we both know you enjoy showing off a little” he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But don't worry, kitten. I'm not complaining." He released your wrists but stayed close, hovering over you, taking in every detail of your flushed face and the way you tried to pull the shirt down.

He tilted his head, smirking as he watched you squirm. "You know what? You should wear my clothes more often. It makes it easy to see how tiny you are compared to me." He stood tall, puffing out his chest just a bit more, emphasizing his buff physique next to your smaller frame. "It's like having my own little pet."

Your heart raced at the teasing words and you bit your lip, the blush deepening on your cheeks. "I'm not a pet!" you retorted, though the softness in your voice betrayed your embarrassment.

"Of course you are" he replied smoothly, leaning down again to brush his lips against your forehead, sending butterflies dancing in your stomach. "and I'm your big, owner. It's only fitting." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, full of that playful dominance that both excited and terrified you.

"You're too cute for your own good" he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Just look at you, all cuddled up like that. I can't help but want to spoil you rotten."

With that, he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you effortlessly from the couch. You squeaked in surprise, your hands instinctively wrapping around his neck as he cradled you against his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?" you protested, though there was little heat in your words.

"Taking my kitten to her next cozy spot" he replied, grinning down at you. "I can't let you just sit here all alone, can I?"

You melted into his embrace, feeling safe and warm in his strong arms. Sylus always had a way of making you feel cherished, even when he was teasing you mercilessly.

"Now, are you going to behave or do I need to keep reminding you just how tiny and adorable you really are?" he asked, his tone playful yet carrying an edge of seriousness.

You bit your lip, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "'ll try" you whispered, your heart racing at the promise of what was to come.

"Good" he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Because I'm going to enjoy every moment of having my little kitten all to myself."

[mrchiipchrome]

Princess Treatment

W.C. - 2.4 k

a/n: if you've seen this before, no you haven't

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Ever since Ella was little her mum had told her that she had a ‘princess attitude’, that she only expected the best and anything less than that was unacceptable. She was also told that no boy would ever keep up with it, lucky for her, she wasn’t even into boys. 

When you met Ella you were 14, and yet you were already more than a couple heads taller than kids four years older than you. It was no surprise that people were a bit scared of you, tall and rather buff. 

But Ella saw through it all, all the snide comments from the other girls and all the rumors, she saw that you only wanted love from people, to love people just the same as anyone else. So when she started dating you only a year after your official meeting it only surprised the ones still believing the rumors and the ones who were making them up.

Ella was already getting the princess treatment when you were strictly friends, being somewhat of a people pleaser might’ve had something to do with it. But nonetheless she loved you with all your flaws, just like you did her.

The lovey dovey attitude never disappeared, even as you transitioned from being immature teenagers to being mature adults, you were still acting like lovesick teens who just fell in love for the first time. 

And not surprising was that the princess attitude never really disappeared, she was still letting you carry her training bag for her and give her massages. It wasn’t like she demanded you do these things for her, you just did them like you knew exactly what it was that she needed. Though when she was cranky her mood definitely changed drastically, princess behavior turned up to the max.

The only thing that really bothers you about the whole thing is your teammates' excessive teasing. It made you uncomfortable and you felt as though you couldn’t properly express your love for your girlfriend without being ridiculed. Despite the amount of years you’d spent around your United teammates, you were still closed off around most of them, the only exceptions being Alessia, Mary and Ella.

And while the three tried their best to get you out of your shell, it was futile to even try, you could only work and be open with them on the pitch, where you were doing your job.

Your teammates obviously felt your absence, so in an attempt to get you to open up a little, they put team bonding at a bar, thinking that a few drinks would loosen you up. 

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“How do I look?” It had been a while since you’d been at a bar, and you didn’t exactly know what the latest club fashion was, so instead of overcomplicating it, you just settled on a black button up tucked into navy dress pants and a brown leather belt. 

“You look good enough to eat baby, are you sure we can’t cancel and take the evening for ourselves?” Ella almost had you convinced, but when you remembered exactly how many team bonding sessions you’d missed just because of that reason, you stopped. 

“No, you already know how many team bonding outings we’ve missed, they’re going to think that we’re avoiding them.” Your shorter girlfriend’s hands come up to rest against your chest, her fingers fiddling with the upper buttons of your shirt, popping two buttons open before you take her hands in yours, pulling them up to your mouth, pressing light kisses to the backs of her hands.

“You look so gorgeous my love, but maybe you should go with other shoes? I know how you get after a while of wearing heels.” When she looks up at you with the slightest attitude, the little glare that shines through every once in a while, you put your hands on her waist and pull her body flush against your own. “Or I can stop being an idiot and let you wear whatever you want.” 

Ella hums at your response, lips resting featherlight against yours, her breath ghosting over your lips as she tells you to;

“Wear that navy suit jacket, it’s warm and your arms look nice in it.” And with that she pulls away, frustrated to no end. As you turn around to get the jacket from where it’s draped on the bed, a hand slaps your ass.

“How have I never noticed how good your butt looks in these trousers babe?” The fact that she’s a hundred percent serious is what amuses you, and even though she asked you to, Ella pouts when you put your suit jacket on, apparently not happy to not be able to shamelessly ogle your ass anymore.

“Come on love, Less is outside and I’m pretty sure that she’s going to get the wrong idea if we keep her waiting for too long.” You send the girl a wink before ushering her out of the house with minimal effort. You kept your hand on her lower back, leading her towards the back seat before you took the shotgun seat.

“One more second and I swear I was going to report you two missing.” Alessia rolls her eyes at the two of you, fake annoyance spreading across her face, and you both act like you don’t notice her huge smile.

Arriving at the bar fashionably late, you immediately spot the huge group of women standing around the bar, seemingly ordering their drinks. Ella pulls your hand to go in their direction, your feet drag against the floor in reluctance.

You listen as your girlfriend and your best friend greet the women, the best you can come up with is a meek wave. 

“A coke please. Oh and just make the sweetest and fruitiest drink you can for my missus.” Your teammates look on in confusion and slight disappointment as you order a nonalcoholic drink for yourself. It was clear that they barely knew anything about you, you weren’t a big fan of the taste or the loss of basic cognitive function.

“Y/n is our designated driver, me and Less are planning on letting loose tonight.” Ella answered their unasked question, the team nodding in disappointment.

Finding a booth big enough to fit the whole team, Ella immediately settles herself on your lap as soon as you sit down, your ice cold cola being set down on the table in favour of wrapping your arms around your soon-to-be fiancée’s waist, your hands setting in her lap. 

Everyone settles into comfortable conversations with each other, you’re content to listen to the voice of your girlfriend and Alessia, tracing shapes into her thigh and taking a swig of your now nearly flat and room temperature cola. 

“Baby, my feet hurt.” Ella stops her conversation to tell you, the tight shoes squeezing her and the high heel likely poking against her heel.

“I told you this would happen, my love.” You tell her lowly, acutely aware of a majority of your teammates' eyes on you, seemingly more engaged in your conversation than their own.

“No you said ‘I know how you get after a while of wearing them’ you never told me what would happen.” Your girlfriend sasses back, saying it as if it were fact.

“Alright, then we’ll do the usual?” Ella gets up from your lap to undo the straps of her shoes as you undo the knot of your laces, sliding your shoes off your feet and onto hers. They were a few sizes too big, despite Ella being known as the bigfoot of the team, and as she settles back onto your lap, most of your teammates look on in some sort of shock.

“Did Ella just extort you out of your shoes Y/n?” Maya asks, like she wasn’t familiar with your girlfriend’s attitude. Being put on the spot like that makes you more than uncomfortable as you shift in your seat, thankfully your slightly tipsy best friend notices it and helps you out.

“Have you seriously not noticed Ella’s obvious princess attitude? God, where are you when Y/n’s away and I have to deal with it.” Alessia joked with the younger girl, teasing her about her ignorance towards her friend and national teammate.

“So you just do what she asks you to?” Millie asks, and you look at her nonchalantly.

“I mean, yeah, pretty much. Ella deserves everything in this world and if I can give her even a fraction of that then I’ll do whatever she needs me to.” You answer sincerely, there was nothing to lie about there, she was your everything. It wasn’t like they would remember it in the morning either way, they were all pretty wasted.

“Awww baby, you never told me that. I love you so much.” Ella smothers your face in kisses, seemingly forgetting the bright red lipstick she’d put on earlier. The red lip marks nearly blend into the skin of your face as you blush heavily at her actions, face closer to a beetroot than anything even remotely human.

“I think it’s time to round off the evening now before poor Y/n gets an aneurysm.” The women around the table laugh at your now significantly drunker best friend, both the blonde and the brunette being wasted by now.

Getting Alessia to pick up Ella’s shoes, you steal yours back for a more comfortable fit, Ella sneaking your jacket from its place on the chair. Turning back to see Ella basically drowning in the fabric of your jacket might be one of your favorite sights ever, she was just too adorable. 

Your hands slip around the back of her knees, the other clutching closer to her rib cage as you carry her in a bridal grip. Ella runs her hands over your flexed muscles, whistling to show off how impressed she was. Another dark blush covers your face at her drunken actions, clutching on to her legs a little tighter in an attempt to expel the embarrassment.

Ella keeps on babbling about nonsense as you bring her out to Alessia’s car, the blonde herself stumbling around behind you. She’d given you her car key at the start of the night to keep safe, and you had to shift your grip on the midfielder to be able to unlock the car.

Slinging Ella over your shoulders haphazardly, you make sure to keep a secure grip around her thighs in order to not drop her. Alessia giggles at the squeal escaping your girlfriend’s mouth, sounding almost like a creaky door.

When the car is unlocked, you carefully open the door and make sure you don’t bump the midfielder’s head, buckling her in and ignoring the way her hands travel over your body like they would at home. Making sure that her hands are inside the car so that she doesn’t get hurt when you close the door, you quickly move towards the passenger door, making sure to open it for the blonde. You were a gentlewoman after all.

After helping both the girls to buckle in, you finally get in the driver's seat, ready to transport both of them back to your house. 

They talk absentmindedly during the whole ride, light music floating through the air in its soft glow. Every once in a while you feel Ella’s hand moving up and down your bicep, seemingly entranced by the muscle. 

“Girls, we’re home. Less, the guest room is ready for you and there’s a pair of pajamas on the bed. I’ll come up with some paracetamol for you tomorrow, trust me you’ll need it.” The girl laughs at your words, exiting the car and walking up the driveway to the door of your house. 

You exit the car as well, unbuckling your girlfriend’s seatbelt and throwing her over your shoulder again. Alessia doesn’t seem to mind the wait, standing in front of your door calmly, picking at her nails.

When the click of the door being unlocked echoes through the calm night you rush into the house, leaving Alessia to close and lock the door behind you.

The blonde utters a quick goodnight before leaving you to walk up the stairs to your bedroom, the guest room on the bottom floor of the house. Ella grumbles when you place her back down on the floor, her feet likely aching still from her high heels.

“How about you take my advice next time, pretty girl? No stilettos okay.” Ella nods a little, her body swaying in an unstable way due to the alcohol still rushing through her veins, leaning against your body as you try your damned hardest to unzip her dress and get her into a comfortable pair of pajamas. 

She’s basically half asleep when you slip the oversized t-shirt over her head, the material reaching just above her knee. Pulling her into the bathroom, you make sure to brush both her and your teeth extra carefully, both of you having had sugary drinks that night.

You lift Ella up to sit on the bathroom counter as you get a makeup wipe out of her bag, carefully swiping it over her entire face, over her eyes and lips, all around her face. When you’re done, she puckers her lips for you to kiss, and when she tries to deepen the kiss even more, you pull away.

Taking out another makeup wipe from her bag, you pass it over your face, wiping away the red markings on your face. Ella frowns as her artwork is removed from your face, her pout quickly being kissed away.

Leading Ella to your bed, she quickly gets under the covers and then gestures for you to get in with her. She quickly forgets all about getting you under the covers when she sees you unbutton your shirt, mesmerized by the muscles of your stomach and arms. 

She gets up from the bed to run her fingers over them again, seeing goosebumps forming under her nails. But just as quickly as the naked skin appears, it gets covered back up again by a t-shirt, the shorter girl seemingly very disappointed with that.

She grumbles all the way until you’ve slipped in behind her in the bed, pulling her frame into yours. It fits yours like a puzzle piece, nothing more, nothing less.

Like always, Ella falls asleep in your arms rather rapidly, her drunken state impairing her ability to stay awake.

In the end, Ella’s mum had been completely wrong, she had found someone who willingly put up with her princess attitude.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Windforce x Reader cuddling/sleeping

drabble time!! as mentioned last time i did one of these DO NOT request a drabble i do them when i really want to they will be rare and again i don’t do them if requested:]

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“Why do you do that?” Windforce questioned in her normal booming tone of voice. She was talking in reference to you preparing to sleep, putting on comfier clothing and fluffing your pillows.

“Why do I… sleep?” You asked in turn, with a confused quirk of your head as you questioned her question.

“Yeah, you don’t need to do why do you? I don’t see any point to it,” She replied with a huff. It is true you didn’t need to but you enjoyed doing so, it was a nice break and it was warm and comfortable.

“…Well how about you try it and maybe you’ll see why I like it!” You suggested with a smile, you weren’t sure if she’d agree but hey it was worth a shot.

Much to your surprise she grumbled and plopped down on your bed. Luckily she wasn’t in her bulky armor at the moment instead in more casual clothes, a black tank top and gray sweat pants, her outfits when not in her armor were usually monochromatic you noticed. You smiled at her happily sitting next to her on the bed, reaching up to give her a small kiss on the cheek, she blushed a bit looking away but kept her stoic expression.

You pulled back the top blanket, it wasn’t that cold so you figured the one would be fine, besides it was the fluffiest and therefore comfiest blanket. You gestured for her to get under it with you which she did somewhat awkwardly. You laughed slightly but got situated yourself.

“So, what do we do now?” Windforce asked voice gruff as she readjusted, having already dispersed her wings since she could much like her son could.

“Well we could cuddle, and then try and sleep,” you suggested with a slight hopeful tone.

“What does that mean?” She asked surprising you by her not knowing what cuddling was.

“It’s like uh- here let me just,” you cut yourself off man handling the deity to be on her side arms around your back going over your shoulders your own arms wrapped around her waist as you nuzzled into her neck, the hight difference was very obvious in this position but you did your best to also tangle your legs with hers. It was more comfortable than you thought honestly, since she’s such a strong buff woman you figured her mussels would make her less comfortable to cuddle but you were pleasantly surprised by being incorrect. “This is cuddling, is it alright?” You asked checking to see if she was comfortable.

“You’re telling me I could have been holding you like this the whole time?!” She shouted in a not quite mad voice, it made you laugh that she enjoyed it so much making you finish snuggling into her head in a comfortable position. She readjusted slightly too to be more comfortable herself and held you a tad tighter, but not enough to squeeze you.

“Okay just close your eyes now and try to not move, let your body relax, and be comfortable, try to also not think a bunch, just let your mind wonder but don’t think too much about what comes to mind. That should let you fall asleep,” you instructed trying your best to explain how sleeping worked. She made a sound of understanding, okay well it was a grunt but you figured it meant she understood, as you closed your own eyes softly.

It was very comfortable and you felt so safe in her arms, the only odd thing was her lack of heart beat, you supposed it made sense but it was still creepy to hear nothing in her chest. Eventually the two of you both fell asleep, warm and close.

A few hours later when you woke up you could tell she was still asleep, you tried to very gently pry her arms off and wiggle your way out of her grasp, unluckily it roused her as one of her eyes opened staring you down intently.

“You are not going anywhere,” Windforce practically commanded, you let out a noise of protest and she just squeezed you closer, you wriggled again to no avail. You sighed giving up on fighting to get out of her arms, you were the one who suggested this now you have to deal with her not wanting to stop.

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hope you enjoyed! had fun writing it, tried to be neutral with the readers words and actions but i couldn’t help but project myself on them sorry lol, anyways im going to take an hour nap now im tired

[shirefantasies]

Hey, are your requests open? If not then feel free to ignore this, or don't feel the need to write a whole set of headcanons for it, I just wanted to ask something. What Lord of the Rings characters do you think would most love a character who wears pretty skirts and is generally decently feminine but also has huge muscles and is really strong? Basically the full Luisa Madrigal type of person, huge muscles and cute skirts. I can't stop thinking about it and wanted to know what characters you think would be into that the most.

Have a good day! Take care of yourself 💋

LoTR Characters + Buff Woman

Luisa is my favorite omg! I also think of Ilona Maher whomst is gorgeous and I love 😌 Great ask OP. On behalf of the entire world I would like to say W O M E N. BUFF WOMENNNNNNN

Respectfully would like you to step on them: Gimli, Boromir, Eowyn, Galadriel, Arwen, Aragorn

Slightly intimidated: Sam, Merry, Faramir, Haldir

Mostly just sees you for you/your other traits and doesn’t really think about it until a certain moment: Legolas, Frodo, Pippin, Eomer, Elrond

Gimli takes one look at you and he’s already fallen. You’re drop-dead gorgeous by dwarven standards even if you don’t have any facial hair. You catch the way he is dumbfounded in your presence, the way his eyes linger, and yet how gently and reverently he makes any contact with your body or hair that happens. Half-accidentally drops jokes about how you could overpower him any day when you spar. | Boromir’s brows raise when he first lays eyes upon you, your demure dress contrasted by an impressive physique he can hardly peel his eyes from. At first he tells himself he envies you, but the longer he lets his thoughts linger, the less he can deny envy is not the slightest of his feelings toward you…. | Similarly, Eowyn admires your obvious strength, wonders if she appeared so if she would be taken seriously. However, seeing how others act intimidated by you or even take you as her opposite, viewing you as some contradiction despite your beauty and wondrous disposition, she finds herself standing up for you and staying by your side. | Galadriel's eyes fix upon you like a fox's, glinting with a mix of pride and hunger. She compliments your strength and gives you the most beautiful gift that not only brings out your feminine beauty but also keeps you safe. No doubt rests in her mind that you could protect yourself, but it gives her peace of mind. It also allows her to press her hands over yours, maybe slide them ever so slightly along the muscle of your arms. Something about her teasing quips and looks have you wondering just what reaction she would like to see... | Arwen encourages you to give your all when you spar, grinning and joking that she can take it. "I want to see your strength," she tells you. She also adores highlighting your beauty, gently hanging flowers in your hair or tucking them behind your ear with a smile, savoring the way you smile back at her as though it hadn't sent a shiver down your spine the way you pinned her in practice, your sword hovering above her neck. | They all say they have never seen Aragorn act this way before. His countenance is severe despite his caring heart. And yet you tease smirks out of him like nothing, draw sounds from him during spars that none of the fellowship have noticed before. As your swords meet, your shared whispers of banter have the hobbits looking this way and that, meeting each other’s eyes. But the first invasion shows how you fight for each other as one, moving like a unit and displaying more than a little willingness to sacrifice yourselves for the other.

Do you detect a note of apprehension in Sam's eyes? The hobbit looks up at you with that wide green gaze, but he returns your smile when you give him your sweetest look. He stutters a bit whenever he addresses you, but you find it endearing, coaxing more and more words out of him. He holds you in high regard, anyone can see- or hear, should we say. After all, he makes many a comment to that end. "We're lucky we have 'er- she could even give Strider a run for it." | Merry, too, looks upon you with a piqued gaze that follows your movements, but he simply moves about you with extraneous politeness until the first time you bring him tea, smiling warmly and wishing him well before striding off, skirts flowing at your feet, and suddenly he feels a flush creeping along his cheeks and a smile raising his lips. | Your strength brings a seeming aura of purpose to your strides, one which Faramir has learned to detect from a young age. Detect and shirk from. At times, even hide from. He feels his whole body tense and brace, and yet when your lips part the words that pass from them are sweet and bright. Warm and appreciative. Just as quickly as the tension had rose, it deflated and Faramir welcomed you with the sweet hospitality his father did not always appreciate, but he felt a lady deserved. The closer you grew, the more and more Faramir saw of your beauty and grace on a dance floor and skill with an axe alike- and the more he found himself thinking how the addition of a lady like yourself would bring Gondor nothing but pride. | Haldir finds himself raising his brows upon first sight of you, unable to stop the darting of his eyes over your form, which is quite unlike anything he has ever seen in his many years of lifetime. And here he thought nothing could surprise him. Yet when you emerge freshly changed from your battle-torn cloak into a gown of elven make, euphoria, relief, and joy glistening from every fiber of your being, he is drawn to you like a metallic pole finding its other half. He learns of your sporting, that which has leant you such tone, and realizes you are nowhere near the callous fighter he had expected, but rather a women whose charms could claim the hearts of men day after day, year after year.

Legolas is naturally quiet, reserved. Observation is his domain despite his quick wit. You often wonder at him, feel a shell about the elf prince that has yet to crack. Little did you realize he thought the same. At least, that is, until the day he finds you strayed from the campground into a meadow. There you are plucking flowers, extending one to him and explaining as he strides beside you that you feel more at peace in silence. Among growing things. With a smile, Legolas expresses your kindred spirits, internally feeling a new glow building in his heart. Rather than your strength, he falls for your solace. | It sticks in Frodo's mind how willing you are to undertake the entire fellowship's repairs, sitting there with needle and thread in hand and serene expression on face. Contrasting greatly, of course, to the flexing of your broad arms with each motion, corded muscle serving only to create. The hobbit takes to sitting at your side, watching you work and reading aloud, glancing up at you with soft smiles. | Curiosity paints Pippin's every action, the way his head tilts when he looks at you, his eyes roaming over whatever you are doing. You find yourself drawn to him, giggling over his questions and sharing jokes about your observations. He finds his heart fluttering every time you laugh and the day you lift him onto your shoulders and run about the camp. Despite your height, your countenance is perfect to him to bring back to the Shire, and more and more he finds himself fantasizing about a life with you there, full of laughs and love and more piggyback runs through the flowering fields. | Eomer struggles with his own perception, tripping over judgment when you first come to know one another. You are a woman, demure in your dress and yet it is clear the way the soldiers treat you as one of them. War, he always thought, was the province of men, and yet here you were capable of defeating any of his comrades in an arm wrestling match. Just to show the ones that mocked your embroidered skirt or told you that you would never be worthy of it. You would slam their hands down, then turn around and bake them cakes to take on journeys. You were everything, and that somehow was no exaggeration in Eomer’s mind. He fell for your indomitable spirit. | Lord Elrond is well used to taking in all. No exceptions. The wounded, the disabled, the grieving. Nearly all races had set foot in the valley of Imladris. Having seen much, Elrond did not question you like the others did. He saw your fascination with elven culture, your peace amongst harpists. In fact, it was he who encouraged your lessons with Lindir and his apprentice, smiling as your strong hands plucked gently at her side. Reverence filled your eyes as you looked upon the artworks displayed in his halls, the years of history the lord was more than willing to grant you tours of. More than your amazing resilience and formidable build, Elrond loved your appreciation of beauty.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

My Gym Rat Husband

𖤐Pairing: Gym Rat! Soap x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Fluff, kissing/making out, some smut, slight arguing, language, fingering, eating out, P in V, make up sex, blowjob, quick face sitting

𖤐Summary: Soap likes the gym a little more than coming home, he thinks he needs to keep being buff for his wife Y/n, but Y/n doesn't need him to be buff, he needs him to be home with her.

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Soap woke up at his usual time at 4 in the morning to get ready for the gym, this is his morning routine, wake up at 4 in the morning, get his gym clothes on, make a pre-workout smoothy, and then leave the house by 4:30 to get to the gym and he sometimes doesn't come home till 12 in the afternoon.

Y/n always wakes up to an empty bed instead of looking at her husband. She liked seeing him asleep in the bed but when he got a gym membership, he's gone in the morning.

Y/n woke up to the birds singing and the sun coming into the bedroom, she rubbed her eyes and looked to her right not seeing her husband like usual.

She moved the covers off her body and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Once she was out, she grabbed some sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. She headed downstairs to make herself some coffee, grabbing her favorite mug and pouring in the good morning mud in her mug.

As she grabbed her creamer from the fridge her hand touched something powdery, she rubbed her fingers knowing it was Soap's pre-workout powder.

"Every time," she says. It's true Soap will sometimes spill his workout powder on the counter and not clean it up and Y/n will have to do it.

She grabbed a towel and placed her hand just under the counter making sure to catch the powder, so it doesn't land on the floor causing more of a mess.

She tosses her rag in the laundry room and washed her hands, she went to the living room and turned on the TV and watched the News, as she placed her mug down, she also tripped over Soap's other workout shoes.

She groans and kicks them away from her feet and the couch.

"Come on, Soap," she groans.

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Soap was bench pressing and Ghost and Price were spotting him.

"So, how's the married life treating you, Soap?" Price asked.

"Great," he said, through huffs.

"Really?" Ghost said.

"Yeah...why?"

"No reason," Soap placed the weights on the bars and sat up.

"Is marriage supposed to be tough?"

"It can be," Price said.

"I think it's easy."

"Does Y/n do all the work?" Ghost said.

"A bit-"

"Ahh~ there it is," Price said.

"What?" Soap asked.

"Help her Soap...she can't be doing all the work around the house; I know you two don't have kids or anything...but help her out, Soap, that poor woman probably does the most in that house," Price said as Soap rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess, I should help her."

"Should? You need to, happy wife happy life," Ghost said, crossing his arms and looking at his friend.

"When was the last time you helped her?"

"Umm-"

"If you are having to think, it's been a while then," Price said.

"Why are you two bring this up?" Soap asked.

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12:00PM

Y/n cleaned the hard wooden floors, there were so many scratches and dirt on the floor, she cleaned around and even cleaned the marble counter tops and even the stainless-steel fridge and dishwasher.

She wiped the sweat from her brow as popped her neck from looking down for so long. She cleared her throat and continued cleaning around the house.

She stopped when she heard the front door shut and keys drop on the ceramic bowl by the front door.

"BABY!" Soap called for his wife. Y/n stood up from behind the counter making Soap turn to her. "Oh, hey, whatcha doing?" He asked.

"Cleaning," she huffs. "The house is a fucking wreck," she said, going back down and cleaning the dishwasher.

"Are you stressed?"

"Huh?"

"You clean when you're stressed, so, are you?" He asked, putting his water bottle in the sink.

"No, I'm not, it's just a mess," she said, scrubbing at the steel.

"Love," Soap looked down at her.

"What?" She asked.

He grabs her wrist making her stop. "Let me help you clean."

"I don't need help right now."

"Love-"

"I'm fine, Soap, let me clean up," she said, jerking her hand away.

"Baby, let me help you," Soap's voice was a little louder.

"I don't need help, I don't need your help," she raised her voice like him.

She tossed down the rag on the counter and walked away holding her head. Soap groaned and took the rag to pick up where she left off. Y/n went to the bathroom to calm her nerves. She never really got mad at Soap and didn't want to say anything she could possibly regret.

Y/n later went back out and looked for Soap seeing him clean, she grabbed a rag and went to the guest bathroom to clean. Soap could feel the energy had changed shifting from an anxious wife to an annoyed wife.

He stops cleaning and tosses the dirty rag in the laundry room and put the cleaning spray back under the sink. He changed out of his gym clothes and took a quick shower.

After the shower and getting better, clean and comfortable clothes on, he saw her in the guest bedroom and then went to go get some tea.

Y/n was fixing the bed and didn't hear her husband come in, she was done and bumped into Soap spilling the tea all over him.

"Soap!"

"Don't you fucking Soap me, I was trying to bring you something to drink."

"Why were you quiet?!"

"I WAS TRYING TO DO SOMETHING NICE!"

"WELL, I'M TRYING TO CLEAN, STAY OUT OF MY WAY, GO BACK TO THE GYM OR GO SIT ON THE COUCH AND WATCH TV, JUST STAY OUT OF MY WAY, PLEASE!" Y/n yelled as Soap rolled his eyes and took off his shirt.

He got a new shirt on and then headed downstairs to watch TV like his wife asked him to do as Y/n scrubbed the rug to get the tea out of the carpet.

Y/n felt her blood boil, but she knows Soap was just trying to be nice, Soap was usually at the gym so much that he hardly ever done anything nice for her.

She sat on her knees after getting the tea out of the carpet, rubbing her neck again and getting up off the floor.

"Soap-"

"What?!" He sounded annoyed.

She stood in front of the TV and looked at him, he tried to move around trying to stare at the TV, but she was in the way. She grabbed the helm of her shirt and lifted it over her head and exposed her bare breasts to him and her nipples were perked.

"W-What are you doing?" Soap asked.

"I..." she tossed her shirt and started to untie the jaw strings of her sweatpants and pulled them down exposed her cute lace underwear.

"Y/n," he said.

"I'm sorry for yelling."

"And this is how you are going to repay me-no, no, I need to repay you," he quickly was following Y/n's suit stripping from his clothes except for his boxers and standing up.

He made his way towards Y/n kissing her lips and his hands going to her ass and squeezing her.

She moans into the kiss as his hands kneaded her butt, her hands were trapped between both of their chests, her eyes were closed taking in this moment as Soap picks her up.

Her legs and arms instinctively wrap around him as he walks to the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot and plopping his small wife on the soft King-Sized bed.

"S-Soap."

"Let me...take care of you..." he says crawling above her kissing her lips, her hands cupping his face, his fingers touched her wet folds, his fingers hooked on her panties and pulled them down.

He then shoved two fingers inside of her. She moans and grips his hair and the sheets beneath her. He moves his mouth from her lips, and he looked down at his fingers moving fast inside of her lower half.

"Ahh~ S-Soap," she moans catching his attention to look at her.

"Does it f-feel good, my love?"

"Y-Y-Yes," she moans.

He smirks and kisses her lips; his fingers were removed from her wet clit, and he goes down kissing her chest, stomach and her inner thighs, he smirks and licks between her folds.

"Ahh~ h-holy shit," she moans, he pulls her up, he sits up her legs on his shoulders and her back was on the bed. His tongue glides over her wet folds and shoves her tongue inside of her, she moans and grips the bedsheets under her.

Her thighs squeeze on his head, and he moans loving the feeling of her thighs wanting to pop his head.

"Ahh~ Ahhh~" she moans.

He moves his tongue and then drops her butt back on their shared bed and he pulled his boxers off his lower half, his dick sprung out hitting his lower stomach, she smiled at his dick and crawled towards him.

She touched his toned lower stomach and then his hardened dick she touched his tip and smiled up at him before taking his dick into her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down moaning and he gripped her hair pulling her off him.

"No, no, my love...this is your day, not mine," he said, pushing her back on the bed and pushing himself inside of her.

"Ahh~ b-but why?"

"Because you've d-done so much for me t-that I don't treat you like a Queen...you're not happy..." he said, cupping her chin to get her to look up at him.

"I-I am happy, S-Soap."

"How? I don't show it," he said.

"You do...you come...come home to...m-me," she said through moans.

"But...we've...we've almost g-grow apart," he said, lowing his head to hers.

"Just a b-bit..." she admitted. "But we...we are...in the m-middle of sex and...and...I'm just glad that you are h-here," she said, kissing his lips.

"Love?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I love you...I know I haven't said that in a while," Soap said as Y/n leaned up and kissed his lips again, he thrusted balls deep inside of her as their tongues fought.

"I love you too," she said, kissing his lips again.

"Oh my god," he moans, he looked down seeing his dick poking her stomach from the inside. Y/n's head went back as she moaned at the feeling.

She felt him twitch inside of her and then something hot rush inside of her. She moans and throws her head back and she came on his dick.

He pulls out and then laid on his back, Y/n looked at him and he motioned for her to come to him. She crawled towards him.

"Come on," he said.

"What?"

"Sit on my face, baby," he said.

"Sit on your face?"

"You've sat on it before, come on," he said as she crawled on top of him, and she lowered herself on his face. His hands went to her thighs and his tongue went between her folds again.

She grips his hair again, her hips bucked against his head, she rode his face as he cleaned up her cum.

"Ahhh~ S-Soap," she moans.

She could feel him smirking as he licked her clean. She felt herself close again and then came in his mouth, she moved down a little bit seeing him just swallow her cum.

"Soap?"

"Jesus, you taste so good, baby."

After a while Soap had run a hot bath for Y/n. She was in it cleaning herself up and just taking a nice, hot and relaxing bath, the bath was hot and had a bath bomb in it and she moved down deeper into the tub.

Soap had cleaned up around the place as Y/n relaxed, his sweatpants hung low on his hips and went back upstairs to the bathroom. He looked at Y/n he could see the top of her head, her eyes and nose.

"Love?" She looked up hearing her nickname.

"Yes?" She said as she sat up looking up at him. She rested on the side of the tub looking up at him, he bends down cupping her face.

"I love you," he said again.

"I love you too," she said, kissing his lips.

He sits down next to the tub and was admiring his wife, Soap was always at the gym to keep for his wife, he feels like if he doesn't look a certain way then she won't want to be with him anymore but that could not be farther from the truth. Y/n loves Soap, hell she married him for fucks sake.

His hand went to her head as she talked about what she should do tomorrow. Soap smiled at his wife and kissed her forehead.

"I forgot to go to the store, I'll go tomorrow," she said.

"I'll go with you after the gym."

"That's fine...Soap, why do you go to the gym?"

"Because I have this fear...you may leave me if I...if I don't look a certain way, the fear of you leaving has played in my head too many times that it scares me every time..."

"Soap," she cups his face. "I will never ever leave you, we are just like every other married couple, we fight, we argue, and we make up, shit happens, but I will never leave you because you don't look a certain way...I don't look like a certain way but you leaving me has never enters my brain because I know you love me too much to leave...like I love you too much," she kissed his lips.

"You are my husband...and I will never leave you over something so silly," she said, kissing his lips again.

"Goddamn, I love you," he said. She giggled and he started to attack her face with kisses.

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3:40AM

Y/n was asleep next to Soap. Soap was still awake, and he looked at his phone, he's never missed a day of working out with Ghost and Price but today, he wanted to skip it and spend time with his wife.

His phone went off with Ghost and Price texting each other as Soap put his phone on 'do not disturb' and went to asleep holding Y/n close to his chest, playing with his hair and kissing her cheek.

[3am-rants-with-mr-mann]

Have you ever considered how powerful tamatoa is? Recently i saw the music video, and for a crab that big, and covered in treasure, AND crippled, he moves rather fast. Annd he js very precise too. He could poke moana in the chest without squishing her, but can also yeet maui like 20 meters into the air with one kick. He can also hit himself on the back, which im not sure crabs can do, which tells me that his joints are more flexible than the average crab. Also, do his back arms function like regular arms? Does he have four arms? And also also, how is he balancing himself on three legs. He js not a tripod, he is build like a giant table. If you ever broke a table leg, you would know that the slightest puch would make the three-legged table fall over. But here tamatoa is, jumping around, spinning like crazy and pulling off 30 step combos on maui. Seriously, can we just think for a moment about how theydefeated him? Thats right, they didnt. They barely managed to escape by tricking him and flying off to the surface. They lost. They took mauis hook, sure, but they lost the fight. Had they not escaped, they would have become his snacks. Remember, he took on maui in his prime and won. He lost a leg, sure, but he took mauis hook. If you ask me, thats a way bigger deal, considering that without the hook maui is just a buff guy. Tamatoa fought a demigod and won. He is very, very strong. That brings me to a question i suddenly remembered just now. How much of the fnaf verse can tamatoa beat in a 1v1? Please tell me, i wanna know the opinion of a fnaf professional on this topic. Because, sure, the robots are holding souls in them, but tamatoa fought a demigod to a draw at worst, and to complete victory at best. Just to avoid unneccesary shenanigans, lets give tamatoa his leg back. I would think that he no diffs most of the fnaf verse. The problematic ones would probably be golden freddy, puppet, willy after and old man's whatever the red croc from the fishing minigame in ucn. Every other animatronic should just instantly die due to tamatoa being a giant. He will just crush the robot into a pile of scrap. Please help me figure out the percentage. I would say tamatoa wins 100% of the fnaf verse in a 1v1 fight, but maybe there are some exceptions. Please tell me, please.

[short-black-diamond]

{His woman.}

This is just a fantasy! AU, with princess x servant/bodyguard (?), reader is a badass lady and the servant is head over heels for her. also, have fun reading!

also, I tried to make this as poc! friendly as possible. I have written some parts about hair, but I don't mean it in a bad/racist way. I'm not black, but in this story, you just have problems with your hair like I do, so I literally just inserted myself there. I just made it so other people could maybe relate to my problems too :)

Warnings: suggestive content, Your bodyguard masturbates to you behind closed doors in detail, angst-father issues/trauma/no love (at first, maybe a part two? 👀👀👀), near death experience-but not you

this is more like a story, so buckle up babes! Also, I think I'll make more parts of these, but tell me if you like it!

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I have plenty of weird but also pretty romantic dreams, and in this one, I was some sort of princess who had to choose a husband because of being the next queen and only child and no brother and bla bla bla.

BUT. I also had some sort of, I dunno, servant? Well, someone who always watched me/my back like some sort of bodyguard. The thing was, he was pretty hot. Freckles which adored and accentuated the cheeks, neck, shoulders (+ other body parts 😏), glasses in front of tired, serious eyes, long/dark brown thick/curly locks that were always in a low pony tail and forehead fringes that gave the guy a cute but also at the same time hot look, big nose, broad shoulders, tall, muscular body (but not too buff), nice arms, veiny hands and pretty much everything that would make a woman wet swoon.

Also, the voice was to die for. Do you know professor cal? (I know him from youtube). Yeah, I had his voice in my head as the guard and let me tell you guys, I wanted that guy to become real.

Also, let's call him...Cal, okay? because of professor cal's voice, alright? and his nickname or real name will be Lasco, so when you are alone with him, you call him cal! And you're the only one who's allowed to call him that.

But that's not- okay wait that was mainly the fucking introduction of the guy of my dreams, now let me start with the introduction of the story.

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"Your majesty, you can't just reject a man blindly-", a nameless maid said, but was interrupted by your soft glare. "And why can't I?", you asked gently, looking at her with an almost pleading look. you wanted to know the answer as well.

Your poor excuse of a brutish father and shitty leader of your country wanted you to be married to an unimportant country. The son from the country was a playboy, treated women like objects, didn't know what sharing meant, stepped and spit on other people and wasn't really interested in you, more attracted to your body.

your mother was a softspoken woman, but since women were still not respected in the monarchy, you wanted to change that. you hated that your mother couldn't stand up for herself. you hated that she got belittled whenever you were around, and you feared that it was much worse when you weren't.

One day, however, it all stopped. and you were the reason.

"Why should I marry him again?", you asked the man who was one of the reasons you came to this world. you hated to call him that.

Father.

ugh.

your 'father' gave you a glare which you reciprocated tenfold, making the geezer sitting in front of you scratch his neck nervously.

"Well, because... because I said so!" "And what use would that bring to our kingdom?"

"How dare you-" "Your highness. please tell me. Why am I going to be betrothed to a man whom I have no information over and who doesn't even seem interested in wanting to get to know me? What use would our marriage have?", you retorted quickly, eyeing the guest to your 'father's' left. His son was right next to him, glaring at you angrily. your mother only looked at you with a shocked expression before standing up to apologize-

"Don't, mother. You have no reason to do that.", you only said coldly while holding a hand towards her direction, awaiting a plausible explanation from the bastard sitting next to your king.

"Listen, me and your father are good friends, and we decided that it'd be a good idea if-"

"So you have no use for the country but just want us to get married to each other because you guys are friends? Or because your whore of a son can't seem to stop getting his dick wet and because I have never touched a man? If that's the reason, THEN YOU CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF!!!", you screamed, pulling your golden sword from it's home-your earrings-and pointed it towards the bastard.

That seemed to be the thing they were not prepared for, because the king from the other country and his son scrambled away while your 'father' was getting angry at you. But, oh boy.

How was the saying again? Like father, like daughter?

If his anger was already bad enough that most people from his own country feared him because of his temper, how would the other countries try to calm yours?

"YOU INSOLENT CHILD! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DO AS YOU'RE TOLD?! DAY AND NIGHT AM I WORKING-"

"WORKING?! DON'T GIVE ME THAT! WHAT YOU CALL 'WORKING', IS JUST FUCKING OTHER BITCHES, LOOSING YOUR MONEY FROM GAMBLING AND GIVING ALL YOUR DUTIES TO THE POOR SERVANTS!

YOU ARE NO WHERE TO BE CALLED A KING, A LORD OR EVEN A LEADER! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A GOOD FATHER!", you roared, your voice booming louder in the castle than his ever could, grabbing the attention of all the residents of your own, soon to be castle.

your golden sword pointed towards him, and while nearly every servant and some guards gathered together to know what this family fuss was about again, they were shocked and surprised to see that you were pointing your sword at him.

sure, you had arguments and fights with that old geezer, but nothing ever was as serious as this. "You put-" "YOU LISTEN TO ME, YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A MAN, I am done with you humiliating our name, or kingdom, our country. do that you get the hell away from here, with all your fucking concubines and mistresses. and don't you ever show your face in here, or my country again. because if you do...

... then I'll find you and behead you myself."

All he could do was run, run as fast as he could, and while he was still at it, his concubines and bad partners, gambling friends, drinking friends and other bad people he liked to associate with, followed him as well while taking all their belongings, which surprisingly, wasn't less than you imagined.

After the last one was gone, your mother only whispered your name and you immediately threw yourself to the ground in shame in front of your mother. "I beg for forgiveness. Please forgive me for my big mouth and sharp tongue, mother. please don't be mad at me-"

"Mad at you? Oh, my sweet daughter, how could I ever be mad at you?", she asked, opening her arms with tears eyes and a wobbly smile. You ran towards her but held her as gently as you could, like a flower. "I fear that I do not onderstand, mother. Why are you not mad? I put shame on your name for rejecting a noble's proposal...!"

Your mother only chuckled, happy to hold her one reason to stay alive in her arms. She was also glad that everyone saw that her and her daughter were so close and that the rumours about the daughter and the mother hating each other would come to an end. "That's exactly why I am so proud of you, my love. you have mastered what I couldn't and still can not do today; express myself, voice out my uncomfy state, give my opinion...being loud. Being heard. Being understood."

You stroked your mother's back like a mother consoling her child. your mother's nerves were always on haywire when your father was around, and it was tearing your heart apart to see your mother so scared in the presence of that former bastard of a leader.

"I will try my best to help you mother. After all, you are leading this kingdom on your own now. But fear not, I will stay by your side until death will tear us apart. But even then, I will not rest in peace until I have found your soul next to mine and we can be together again, even after we've descended to heaven.", you promised. She only hugged you tighter and released a breath.

Lasco, your bodyguard, who has witnessed your great performance of strength and anger, only watched you in awe, a small blush on his cheeks. See, as you were the crown princess, the next queen and he was your guard, he had to look after you ever since he could remember. he was also your best friend and you and him did pretty much everything together.

Except...

...love.

...

It was actually not fair, to be honest. Cal had a crush on you since the first time he saw you, which was when him and you were children; even when you were chubby, had snot coming out of your nose, and always chaos-hair. what drew him to you was your calm nature. He thought of you like a flower when he first met you. Never bothering anyone. always in your own little world. You never yelled, or got really angry or made a fuss out of everything. Only when something really bothered you, did you frown, pout, and release a small and quiet 'hmpf!' sound, which he cherished forever by grabbing at his chest where his heart belonged whenever you did it.

He also found you really cute. your eyes were so adorably wide and full of wonder, wanting to explore the world with silent pleading. But since it was forbidden, you examined books, maps and even listened to adventurers and businessmen and women who sailed the world like your life depended on it.

Your hair seemed to have a mind of it's own, as it was either perfectly calm, a few strands of hair not wanting to go to their place or your hair pointing to all directions. your personality was also to respect, or gush over.

You were always a calm kid, never dared to trouble your parents, always good with everyone. you tried your best to help everyone and do your homework or train your body to fit into a queen's life. you tried to take as much off of your mother's chest and shoulders as you could, with no regard of self care.

you, with those beautiful eyes, that changed over the years.

Your body, that changed over the years.

Your mind changed too.

But it scared him.

Sure, you've gotten a lot smarter and even more helpful than you already were. you blossomed from a small, sweet, shy, friendly, peace-loving girl to a poisonous, beautifully, deathly and ruthless woman. But Cal was not even close to the mind to complain.

I mean, you've grown up, and so has he. It was just...to him, time flew by so quickly. One moment, he was protecting you from other baby princes from bullying you because of your shy nature, then you and him talked about serious topics like future and love in your teenage years, where he nearly gave out his secret of having a crush on you, and now, you had to choose a husband, rule the kingdom alongside your mother, and forbid war, even when your kingdom was one of the strongest out there.

Cal has fallen for you. And...so have you.

You fell for him the moment he gave you the promise that he'd always protect you. It was when you two were still children. He was eight and you were five at the time, but you could not mistake your warming cheeks and fluttering stomach for anything else but love towards that boy. the first few weeks, you hid from him, spoke as little as possible with him and never looked him in the eyes.

You were wondering every night if Cal knew about how you gave him heart eyes everytime you two locked eyes. or if he maybe thought of you as a pretty girl...? Or if he thought of you as a nuisance, because you thought that you'd be one to him, being a princess and all. Since you had trouble forming big sentences and tended to be shy by nature, even as a grown up, you only gave him commands, asked about his wellbeings, or nodded when he gave you an update about something.

The more days passed, the more you strived to be perfect. Not just for the people you'd have to rule over one day, or your mother, but for him. you wanted to show him that you could become the perfect leader. That you'd become a great queen. You took more care to your body when Cal made some remarks about how skin care was less appreciated these days. your hair seemed to follow your lead too, because over the years, you managed to take proper care of it.

you took more care in the way you dressed, acted, spoke and most importantly, your face. you always frowned, naturally, and you hated it. You hated when people asked you why you were looking so sad or glum or depressed or angry, and you were left irritated. so you always raised your brows to give your face not an irritated, but bored look. Better than nothing, right?

whenever you looked at Cal, you didn't see your bodyguard, but a potential lover. He was always good with kids, treated women with the utmost respect, was one of the strongest men in your kingdom and very handsome.

However, there was one information that shattered your little love world and heart yes and daydreams about Cal; you had to marry a prince. Bodyguards were not allowed as potential husbands, except for when you'd like to have a consort or lover.

You, from that moment on, forbid your feelings towards your longest friend and buried them into the darkest corners of your heart, soul, and mind. and over the months, you managed to hold proper conversations with him, plus, you didn't see him as husband material anymore.

Or so you thought.

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NSFW:

As you were busy with making new rules, comforting your mother and firing your father's followers, Cal thought that you didn't have any use for him at the moment, which was good.

As fast as he could, he excused himself with a silver plate in front of his crotch and went straight to his room. Beforehand, he made sure that no one was in the hallway, so that they couldn't hear him doing his unholy, and unforgivable act. In his chamber, he whimpered into his hand and his other one grabbed his hard-on. His glasses went down a little, but not that he cared. Lasco moaned into his hand as he slid against the door a little, panting at the thought of you.

You, who so bravely told your father to fuck out of your life with a blade at the bastards throat which you took from your earrings. you, who always was so...cold, but at the same time so unbelievably hot at the same time. His princess, who didn't want any nameless, stupid prince. Cal didn't know what type of prince you'd like. What type of husband would meet your standards. Maybe the fictional characters you've been sighing about with a sweet smile and gazing off with a blissed out face?

C-could he call you... his princess? Could he call you...his girl?

...His woman?

At that thought, Lasco stumbled towards his bed, throwing his belt and pants to the ground before stripping off his underwear and grasping his leaking cock. It may look small in his hands, but if you saw it, you'd be really scared of it's size and girth. Much over average, about 9 and a half inches, and his girth around the width of your wrist. His mushroom head was adorably flushed a light pink, with freckles adorning his shaft and inner thighs- actually his whole body to be honest.

He pumped it a few times, abs already glistening with sweat, whimpering in a high pitched voice again, brows furrowing and shoulders shaking, his nipples growing hard at the cool air of his room, forgetting that he'd get overly sensitive when he got hard because of you. He whined when he immediately had a flashback of him following after you for safety reasons and you suddenly halting in front of him and him stumbling on you, his hips - and so his dick - brushing against your soft, plump ass. When you turned to apologize, there was only a gust of whind in form of his silhouette.

He rubbed his head a little harder, and choked back a sob. His glasses nearly fell off, but he adjusted them while his left hand shook from touching himself. he faced the door this time, his brows furrowing, as he stroked his shaft, the foreskin covering and uncovering his cockhead evertime he moved his hand up and down.

What if somebody came in? How would he explain himself?

Lasco massaged his balls gently, groaning before chuckling breathily, growing shy as he thought of you again with a cute -about to be fucked out- smile on his face.

What if you came in and caught him in this state? How would you react? What would you say? Would you get aroused too? Or bully him? Tease him? Or be disgusted by him for thinking of you so lewdly?

He cried out your name before cumming so suddenly, the orgasm shaking him. His back arched and his thighs squeezed shut a little, and his glasses finally fell down, onto the sheets which were now soiled. He felt like the walls of his room were still echoing your name and he groaned. Cal was laying on his back now, arms spread out and he stared at the ceiling.

He panted, grinning like a madman with a heavy blush. The thought of you catching him in such an incredulous act, with him parting his legs for you and chanting your name like a mantra, giving you a show-

Ah shit. He got hard again. He sighed exasperately.

Just as he was about to do the act again, this time feeling a little more guilty for picturing you doing these things to him, he changed his mind. He stood up, and took a long, cold shower.

END OF NSFW.

...

Now refreshed and not so horny anymore, the bodyguard quickly made his way over to your presence, fixing his posture and taking deep breaths, a neatly written letter which he wrote months ago, only for you and you only to read.

Maybe Cal should just confess and hope that you'd accept his feelings. But he didn't know how you felt about him. Since you were little - since the first time you two fucking met - you never really talked much with him. Cal was left wondering if you even harboured any feelings for him in the first place.

If you didn't then he'd make a total fool out of himself. If you did, then maybe...

Just maybe, he'd become your husband. Your husband, who'd try to read every single wish you had right from your delicate lips. Your lover, who'd be the man of your dreams if you said yes to the very question. Your lover, who'd swear to become the greatest king in history, with you as his strong, smart and beautiful wife. His woman.

He wanted to be yours so bad it hurt him mentally and physically whenever a love interest who wasn't him got brought up. whenever you spoke about maybe visiting or inviting a prince over made him hurl and want to punch a wall.

He didn't notice that he was already in front of your door, your deep, gentle voice immediately reaching his well-trained ears. He allowed himself to smile for a millisecond, then his smile vanished and he stepped inside.

---

Heya, how was that?

I kinda let out everything I thought in here, like for part 2!

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

ALRIGHT

When SOMEONE who is definitely NOT ME writes the Avatar high school au with Spider properly included, here’s how it should go:

-so my man Jake Sully has been paralyzed since The WarTM (I don’t care which one) and he and his delightful wife (school board hates her) and kids (school board hates everyone but Neteyam) have trouble finding a place that is accessible for Jake. Because of this they all live in a home in an old folks community.

-They live somewhere crazy like Pennsylvania where the drive between one place and another is 45 minutes so the kids are all stupid close and hate (love) each other.

-then one day a social worker drops a kid off to live next door with his decrepit and dying old aunt or something, it’s Miles Spider Socorro here in all his fun neglected glory, and all the Sully kids are like Mine that’s Mine, and he’s Scared but also like alright 🥺

-Spider spends more time at the Sully’s and outside then at his actual house and the whole time Jake and Neytiri are like who the fuck is feeding this kid who did shit to this kid and they’re like treating him like a wild animal that could be spooked but eventually he’s pretty chill and just part of the squad.

-now one day Spider learns that the house, one one Jake and Neytiri have been building for years to be properly accessible and ready for them in like this big woods property with like dumbass little American ninja warrior obstacle courses for Jake to do just arm shit on (I’m convinced that man is buff as hell) and a swimming pool for the kids but also for Jake to like throw them around in and shit. Neytiri’s got a massive garden and some little farm animals it’s all very quaint Pennsylvania woods shit and it’s closer to a better high school (where obviously they will meet the metkayina kids and we can have that romance plot). Spider learns that house is about done.

-Spiders like “oh better spend my last days before the inevitable heat death of the universe (the departure of my family)” and he’s like trying to keep a happy face. No one can quite figure out what’s wrong with him. Jake and Neytiri asked his aunt and social worker if they could bring him along years ago and everyone assumed they told him. OBVIOUSLY no one would leave him the kids would absolutely riot (and who would weed with Neytiri and listen to music in the mornings and who would pretend to hate The Bachelor with Jake and Lo’ak when Kiri puts it on).

-literally the comical confusion continues like they bring him to the house and show him stuff they built specifically for him. “Oh spider look this is your room, the ceilings are high for climbing and we made the sky have realistic constellations for you and Kiri to look at” and he’s like “wow they really want me to visit, I wish my aunt would drive me. Maybe I can walk over?”

-finally someone (probably Kiri or Lo’ak, bonus points for Neteyam or Tuk) asks why he’s being so weird about the move and he’s finally like “because I’m going to miss you all obviously?” And they’re like “you’re coming?? Idiot?? Why would you miss us?” And he cries obviously. I think this took place at the final night at the old house. Everyone insisted spider stay over for it and they all camped out in the living room. He was excited to be there but very confused as to why they wanted him there.

-someone is like “why would you think we would leave you?” And he just says “I didn’t think you wanted me to come” and that makes everyone cry of course. And I’m convinced that Neteyam and Lo’ak do this thing where when Jake is having a serious talk with them they sit down or kneel so he’s eye level so Lo’ak just makes spider sit and stage whispers “when he’s mad you have to make him feel taller” and it breaks the tension a little bit cause it makes everyone laugh

-so then Jake and Neytiri have to have a talk with him like “oops we thought the adults we knew didn’t treat you well told you we were taking you in, we should not have trusted them, go get ur shit and move it over now actually, fuck them, ur done ur ours now.”

-and he’s very confused as to how it happened really but less then 24 hours later he is watching The Bachelor in the new house while Jake pretends not to care who got the one on one and Lo’ak does a worse job of pretending not to care whose on the group date and Neytiri does the worst job of all pretending not to care about how little shit Spider brought with him

-then we get weird shenanigans of Spider learning to be a regular child with parents who care at this new high school with his siblings, probably some stuff like he doesn’t tell anyone when he stays after school and sends Parent Pick Up Pro Jake Sully (he is a stay at home dad who does CrossFit and builds shit in the garage that he sells on Etsy, he hangs out with Tonowari and Tuk all day you can’t convince me otherwise) into a full meltdown. Or Spider forged his aunts signature on a permission slip As Per Usual and because she’s not his guardian anymore people get confused and Neytiri pulls him aside during their special garden time like why didn’t you just ask us to sign it buddy. We will.

-and we also get ur classic Neteyam and Ao’nung plot and your Lo’ak and Tsireya plot because guess who is at our new school?? Swim team champs Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo, and Lo’ak is determined to join and impress Tsireya

-Tonowari and Jake are both stay at home dads, Tonowari usually works but right now he’s on dad leave for the baby and he and Jake go on walks with the baby strapped to Tonowari’s chest and it does like become every housewives fav hour of the day, but they are both devoted to their sugar mommies, surgeons Neytiri and Ronal (greys anatomy subplot with Ronal and Neytiri starting out as rivals when Neytiri comes into this new hospital but become friends in the heat of some stressful situation)

-Jake misses when Tuk was home all day with him tbh so I can see him being their full time nanny when Tonowari goes back to work just cause he’s not busy and is obsessed with babies (Buffy subplot where Jake goes back to school and becomes an elementary school teacher/guidance consular to help kids like him and Spider with bad home lives)

-he also was the coach of every sports team Lo’ak and Neteyam ever had and both of them loved and hated it because he would praise them too much then notice it and then criticize them to balance it out

-sometimes he comes to swim team after he finds out Tonowari coaches and Tonowari dubs him like honorary coach and Jake is parked on the side of the pool in his chair like “great butterfly kicks Lo’ak” and Lo’ak is like “YOU WOULDNT KNOW GO HOME DAD”

-Jake will not take that lying down so he’s like “okay see you at home for The Bachelor son” and Lo’ak tries to drown himself out of embarrassment but Tsireya taps him on the arm and asks him if he’s been watching this season and that’s how Jake wingmans Lo’ak into inviting Tsireya over for their Bachelor nights

-that is how Ao’nung finds himself at the Sully house for The Bachelor (Ao’nung hates The Bachelor)

-that is how Neteyam finds himself downstairs in the living room for The Bachelor (Neteyam also hates The Bachelor)

-that is how Neytiri finds herself walking into Neteyams room to ask him if he wants to watch The Walking Dead with her but finding him Busy with Ao’nung (Neytiri also hates The Bachelor)

[whitebookposts]

*skitters towards your ask box autistically* do you have any teth headcanons :3

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED ITS BEEN A FEW WEEKS AND I STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED THIS. I AM SO SORRY I LIVE IN SHAME EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Anyway, Teth! Our deeply beloved forest cryptid. I have to be honest, I don't have as many headcanons about her as I do about some of my other fave elders, which is a thing I should work to change because Teth is awesome. But here are some I do have for now:

CAAAAT I think my good buddy @krillking has already spoken about Teth having cat traits in his animal elder post, but yeah. While in my headcanons, the animal traits are less defined, Teth still very much has cat behavior, like her irises widening or narrowing like a cat's, and she likes to sleep in the sun (which is trouble because. Forest is 90 percent clouds and rain. Thankfully she has the yard behind her temple and the sunny forest segment, though due to the whole thing happening in the kingdom, she could visit those comfort places less and less :<) and most importantly - purring. Which she is a bit shy about, so she rarely does it. If you get to catch her purr, it means that she trusts you enough to do it next to you, though she will still be embarrassed if you mention it out loud. (Also do not leave her anywhere near fancy furniture she will try to rip it with her claws. Yes, lamed learned it the hard way.)

TRANSGENDAAAAAAAAA Idk how to explain it but Teth is just so transfem coded. Goes by both she\her and they\them. It just makes so much sense that I don't even need any proof to know that, she has told me this herself. Gotta give @dogedepan for this one though since I stole this idea from her (like many others. Can't help it Chi your headcanons are awesome)

BEEFCAKE Let's be real, TGC is a bunch of cowards for making her slim. How can you look at this woman, who is a blacksmith, and can catch a giant flying hammer with one arm like it's no big deal, and not think that they have some impressive muscle? If you draw Teth buff I am forever in your debt. PLEASE I WANT TO SEE MORE BUFF TETH ART PLEA-

BESTIE Teth and Ayin are literally fated besties, be they platonic or romantic. Even in early concept art, Ayin was described as "Teth's friend" and held the key to her realm, just showing the level of trust between them. Their realms also work with each other really well, with Ayin being the main supply for Teth's factories which is what allowed her realm to grow. I like to think of them being childhood best friends, and that they have been by each other's side through the good and the bad. Remember that headcanon about Teth enjoying sleeping in sunny places? Prairie is perfect for that, and if she decides to take a nap while visiting it is no rarity for her to choose Ayin as a bed for that (soft). I don't really see em as romantic because I already ship Teth with someone else, but as an aromantic person, it's important for me to show intimacy like that even between friendships. Ayin is always there to lend an ear to Teth, being there for her through her worst, and Teth is Ayin's "EXCUSE ME THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES". Although, if we go to the sadder territory, their friendship did suffer a falling out during the turbulent era of the kingdom, with Teth closing off from everyone, including Ayin, too caught in her work and darkstone production to meet the ever-growing demands, and that led to Ayin also drowning in work to keep up the light supply. That is not to mention the different world views about light creatures and how worthy they are of preservation.

CRYBABY I just like to think that despite appearing cold and serious, Teth is a very gentle soul underneath the hard facade she forced herself to create due to her position. But if you get to know her you will find a very soft, shy, and caring heart that makes it easy for her eyes to water, be it a happy or sad occasion, even if she is trying to hide it. She is also a pretty big introvert and starts getting nervous during events with big crowds, esp if they have to do a speech as an elder or something. This gentleness and softness hidden behind a cold surface is one of the things that attracted Priestess to her, which leads me to the next point:

LESBIANNNNNN You may know this already but I'm a big PriesTeth truther, which is the ship between Priestess (the original elder of the Valley from concept art, never made it to the final game but there is a pretty popular fanon that she is the mother of the twins) and Teth. Again, I was enlightened about this ship thanks to @dogedepan she is literally the CEO of this ship god bless. I know it's a bit silly to ship her with an elder who never even made it to canon, but I fell in love with the dynamic of the "serious and cold at first glance but soft and gentle on the inside x extroverted, energetic and mischievous but deeply caring and kind" that exists between them. Priestess was Teth's firework, the bright and colorful in the grey and cold of her life. Never had the elder of the Forest loved someone like she did this bright, giggly, and open girl who managed to always make Teth smile. And it hurt all the more when Priestess was lost. After the death of her partner, Teth closed off completely, lost in her work, just to not feel the pain because the grief was overwhelming. She couldn't make herself go to her backyard anymore, because it was the connection between Valley and her forest and where the two met most of the time, being there was just too painful. Some ancestors say that the rain became much more frequent after this loss.

Milf As I ship priesteth, I also headcanon that Teth is the other parent of Sah and Mekh. Unfortunately, their relationship is very rocky. Priestess died when the two were very young, and due to Teth being too lost in her grief, she simply couldn't care for them, causing the two to be raised by other elders (mainly Tsadi, who is their uncle) and kicked around from temple to temple until they were old enough to live on their own. This caused feelings of betrayal and neglect in the two, and it came to the point that they rarely acknowledged Teth as their other parent anymore. And she feels too guilty before them to try and get them back because she believes she deserves this for her mistakes. But perhaps not everything is lost, and some of this relationship can be salvaged if she finally gets brave enough to reach out.

WORSTIE She and Tsadi have a beef. That's it that's the headcanon. It's not anything serious, it's literally a "cat and dog" type of beef, the two can't even tell when it started, it's just that both will use any opportunity to roast each other. Why do I have this headcanon? Because it's funny.

INSANE SITUATIONSHIP Let's just say that the situationship between Teth and Nesting guide still left the latter one staring at her pictures every day for hours.

Hobbies Other than being a blacksmith, Teth enjoys all types of crafts, like sculpting from clay or woodworking. Girlie doesn't need any IKEA, she can make all the furniture herself (I mean, the Nesting guide had to learn this from someone)

Anddddd.... That's all for now! There's probably more headcanons but I can't remember them all rn. I hope these were written good enough and sorry for any grammar mistakes! AND SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG I PROMISE I DIDN'T IGNORE YOU DJHGDJGDJ Teth is best forest mama, and I really should put more thought into her, thank you for sending me this ask so i can brainstorm about this gal.

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

What he thinks vs what she knows (Drabble)

Word count: 2k-ish

Warnings: self image, insecurities, internalize racism, self esteem issues, sappy lovers, teenagers being teenagers

(A/N: Had this saved up in my drafts, figured I post it since I’m still editing and getting ready for more Chispo and bruja content. Y’all are surviving a drought so I figured you’d like to get scraps 😭 you can see this as chipso y bruja canon? Uncanny? Maybe another au who knows? 🤔 I know I’m literally the author of this fanfic Anyways Thinking abt making a tag list for when I post so lemme know if you want to be tagged. Til the come get ya scraps! This one an agnsty one)

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Leo thinks he’s ugly.

He thinks it has to do with his frame. It’s too scrawny and weak. Not enough muscle, like the rest of his siblings who buff up endlessly. Or the Ares kids who have chiseled abs.  He doesn’t even have the height to gain such strength. Or the right body fat percentage.

Maybe he’s ugly because he doesn’t have wavy hair like a Greek should. He has tight curls that seem to go everywhere, never in one place. Messy and kinky in all directions. No one ever seems to notice when it’s comb and neat. 

His skin can be the reason why he’s ugly. It’s not perfectly pure white. And it’s not just the right olive tan. He’s dark that awful awful color— Moreno feo! His aunt would hiss at him. As if she wasn’t the same color. 

Or could it be his scars? They’re littered onto his body jagged and spread over his arms and hands. Not to mention the disfigured tissue from the left of his face and downwards, all red-brown burns spread over him.

If none of those things prove that he’s ugly, then maybe his face will. 

He doesn’t have a strong chiseled jaw, even after puberty, it’s still soft with some baby fat. Except for his way too pointed chin. The smile he paints on, definitely crooked and awkward; not perfectly straight shining white teeth.

Lips are usually chapped, because he kind of sucks at self-care. Proof by all his acne scars over his cheeks. Besides his weird moles. And who can forget the weak peach fuzz placed on his upper lip. Upwards his small, wide, and awkwardly squished nose.

Above that is not sky blue or green or any other unique  color— but his dirt-ugly brown eyes, baggy from his lack of sleep some days, and way too thick eyebrows. 

The worst part of it all, is his pointy ears. They stuck out enough to notice. The first thing people would see. They were stupidly pointy. And ultimately what Leo was most known for:

Fuckin hobbit 

Elf 

Troll

Imp

Mexican Spock he didn’t even like Star-trek!

The list just goes on. 

All these things make Leo thinks he’s ugly. Bullies and ex-infatuations have been sure to let him know it. 

So to himself — Leo’s ugly.

—

Breisa loves Leo. She loves how he makes her feel. And how he cares. Or how he shows his love. She loves the warmth he brings. The dizziness she feels when she’s with him. He never fails to make laugh. Or her feel any less important, more than just his girlfriend. His compliment. Not his missing piece.

But one thing that irks her, is how he can’t see himself in the same light as she sees him. He doesn’t love himself the way he loves her. It hurts to see that. 

Breisa wanted him to be able to have the self confidence in himself. He’s so smart, sweet, funny, strong, handsome, and caring but in his charming way. Despite how awkward or weird he could be which she had to admit was also cute he was charming in his own little way.

 Hopefully her plan was the best way to show him. 

_

“Come on!” Breisa smiles and dragged Leo from behind, “Ya llegamos!”

“Alright alright—stump!” Leo tripped and face planted into the dirt. “Ow.” His voice went small.

“Oh my bad.” She winced, helping him up. Dusting off his clothes from the dirt. “Didn’t mean to get so excited.”

He spit grass out his mouth, “No worries, cariño.”

 He wipes off the dirt with a bandanna from his back pocket. 

“It’s not like that I can get any less dirt-ugly” Leo laughed.

Breisa frowned at that. “Let's just keep going.” 

Then she pushed through an overgrown bush, leaving him confused. 

‘She always laughs at my jokes…’ Leo thought to himself; anxiously fiddling with his silver ring he made out of metal scraps and pennant washers. 

“Leo, apurate!” Breisa called. 

He shaked his head and breathed in, ‘Worryin’, over nothing. No seas pendejo.’

Trudging forward he pushes through the leaves, trying not to get smacked by branches and vines. 

As he stumbled out— almost face plant again when Breisa caught his arm. 

“Careful.” She smiled down at him. 

“Ya sabe.” Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Why are we here?”

All she does is point with her lips— forwards. 

As Leo glanced over, his eyes caught where the rocks met a grassy field. Overlooking the underside of a hill.

A fuzzy rose-patterned blanket laid out, a picnic basket holding it in place. Next to the basket was a sketchbook, pencils, and a little radio. And the view of Camp-Half-blood spread out below them. From the Strawberry fields to lava rock climbing wall.

“Woah.” He breathed. “Did you—?”

“Yup.” Breisa grinned. 

“Picnic date—?” 

“Uh-huh.” She answered. 

“For me—?”

“Yes.” Breisa huffed jokingly. “Siéntate, lindo. No te preocupes por nada.” She plopped down and patted the spot next to her. 

“Bossy.” Leo sticks his tongue but laid back into the blanket. 

She mimicked his face. “Whatever. Since I’m so bossy, I guess all these tortas and Capri-suns should be for myself.”

He popped an eye open. “Tortas with ham, chips, and cheddar cheese? Topped off with tapatío?”

“My speciality.” She started digging from the picnic basket. “But guess you don’t want some. Cause I’m so bossy.”

“Espérate.” He sat up, “Sólo porque eres así— I don’t have to die of hunger.”

“Nah, pero soy mandona.” She munched on the sandwich. 

“Hey!” Leo jumped.“I want some!”

“No way!” Breisa pushed his face away. “I don’t want to annoy you. I’m mean and bossy so my food must be bad.”

“Awe come on, it's still editable!” He laughed. 

“Now you really ain’t getting nothing!” 

—

Leo sighed satisfied, laying back on the blanket.

“Guess my food was editable?” Breisa raised an eyebrow. 

“It was alright, I guess.” He shrugged. 

Breisa shook her head with disbelief. “Tell that to the four tortas, bowl of fresas, and endless capri-suns.”

“No te oyes. Sugar crash. So sleepy.” Leo closed his eyes. 

Breisa rolled her eyes. Flicked his forehead. Then pulled her sketchbook onto her lap. Without even thinking she began to sketch a picture of him. 

Pages and pages of Leo began to fill her sketchbook, it’s become a habit of her to have at least one drawing of him in each. Always having three hearts or a little flame next to each sketch. 

Before, she would have never admitted having these drawings of him. Only because it would inflate his gaintanic ego. Leo being Leo, he would have something annoying to say.

Now even  she knows that it was his way of saying— ‘I like you a lot. I just say stupid stuff because it’s easier to get your attention.’

 It doesn’t make him less annoying, even as her significant other.

“What are you drawing?” Leo suddenly appeared beside her.

After her surprise wore down. She traced her pencil idly and muttered, “You.”

Leo stared at her for a good long minute before bursting into laughter. 

“Why are you laughin’?” She flushed, feeling a little embarrassed. 

He calmed down and smiled. “It’s nothing— just..” He snorted again, looking at himself, “Why do I look like that?” 

“Like what?” Breisa asked.

“Like all majestic and shit.” He waved his hands. “I ain’t that good looking. Or you know a profound art subject.” Leo rubbed his neck awkwardly with half of a smile on his face. “I’m just me, heh you know?”

Breisa put her sketchbook down, inhaled deeply, and faced him. “Eres tan pendejo.”

“Say what now?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“You. Are. Stupid.” She said slowly. “You aren’t just whatever Leo. I draw how I see it. You’re cute, handsome, and freakin pretty. That’s why you’re my favorite muse.” 

Leo’s face burned…And so did his hair. 

Breisa reached up, pinched a curl between her fingers. It fsss as the flame went out. 

Leo cleared his throat, and swatted at the rest of his hair. “No way I’m that good looking. I’m sure there are other better people to be your muse. You must be blinded by love.” 

“I’m not blinded by nothin’.” Breisa fussed. “You just can’t and refuse to see what I see.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “See what? Fuck up half-melted ugly troll goblin thing—who shares no light to a girl like you?!”

She grabbed the sides of his face and made contact with his coffee brown eyes. Gods she melted when the sun made them glow. He automatically shut up any protest he had. 

Breisa brushed her thumb over his jaw, right at the scar.“I see a scrawny mofo with big beautiful brown eyes. A sideways smile that makes my heart flip. All wrapped up in that pretty face of his. Soft curls I can play with all day. Cute ears that get all red when I compliment him.

Hard working hands, that I can trace very dent and curve with my fingers. Strong arms that hold me in warm embrace. Just the right height so I don’t have to snap my neck up to look at.

Goofball pyromaniac but somehow suave n romantic. That knows everything about me, cares for me, and loves me. 

And even though he thinks he’s the scum of the earth. A monster burned with his scars in and out. Or  is undeserving of love because of some bullshit and stupid unworthy people from the past. They’re wrong. Cause to me, querido, you are the best person to ever walk into my life. And melt my heart.” 

Then Breisa planted her lips on him with tenderness, her hand on his chest, and moving another hand from his jaw to his curls.

Leo squeaked and brain short-circuited. Half of it was racing with thoughts while the other half went numb. ‘Do something idiot!’ His brain finally scolded. Arms wrapped around her waist and he sighed against her lips.

When she pulled away, his lips still tingled pleasantly. Just like every other kiss they shared.

Then she looked at him with so much love and admiration. He nearly cried. 

But he shook himself out of love-sickness and gave her a deadpan look. 

“Ok, you really gotta stop kissing me without warning.” Leo huffed, swatting his hair which was probably on fire. Again.

Breisa snickered at him. 

“En serio.” He empathized half-heartedly. “You realize how many times I’ve almost passed out? Or bursted into flames? I could’ve started a Forest fire.”

“Eh,” She shrugged, "It's worth it to see you get all flustered.” Then she squished his face, while cupping his jaw again. “I love this face. ¡Qué lindo! ¡Qué guapo! ¡Te adoro! ¡Te quiero, mi amorcito! Such a pretty boy, Mwah!”

She kissed all over his face dramatically. Extra affectionate on his scars. 

“Stop.” Leo rolled his eyes. Yet, his big dumb grin that showed off his cute gap gave him away. 

“Nah.” Breisa smiled just as stupid, “I am not done admiring. And I’m not done with my sketch.” 

“Hmn. Guess I gotta keep being your muse.” Leo hummed leaning onto her palm.  

“Guess you do.” She pecked him on the lips. “I’m going to make sure I get all of your beauty.”

“You know my face better than me.” Leo agreed and kissed her again…and again…and again.

—

After that he walked back to his cabin holding Breisa by the hand. Lipstick marks all over his face and the folded sketch in his pocket. Thinking maybe he wasn’t so ugly.

[ateez-himari]

Omggh bb I'm afraid I just tired you out more with this detailed reply😶I'm sorry but thank you so so much cause now my curious self is pleased

I actually thought the same thing about the suchwita except for jhope cause I knew she produced "guilty". Plus I actually thought she'd be closer to tae than jimin for some reason😭😭but I can't help but imagine how proud they'll be when they go out of the military and see her achieve so many things at her age🥹🥹.

If my calculations are correct mimi was 12 when they debuted (that's so cute omll🤭)

And hima has the biggest flex, if someone asks her "who's the most famous person in your contact?" she'll just shrug and say "oh bts"like girlll that's NOT something you should be nonchalant about

I love mimi so much she's just so hdidjdid yk!? 😭

So for another question (1 this time cause I feel bad) do mingi and hima show pda like I know they've kissed on set but I mean when they're on live or filming wanteez or anything like that, and if so what are some of their most wholesome moments

For some reason I keep picturing hima in team challenges running over to mingi immediately or if the teams were already chosen she'll try to bribe him into helping her😭😭

Thank you bb for answering all of my asks💓💓mwahh

Hi sweets! In all honesty answering your questions relaxes me since it's something that I like doing and that I can use imagination for it so don't you worry!! 🥰

• Taehyung and Hima actually took a little longer to warm up to each other than the rest since they're at the age difference where talking like friends is odd, but then talking only like senior/junior is also awkward. (Also you made me think of this but have you seen how buff he got ?? Imagine the scary dog privileges she has-) These men are keeping up with her fan accounts more than the fans themselves just to see what she's going to achieve next. And yesss she was just a 12 year old kid, but when she met them she was 10/11 (she was born late in the year and she met them almost right after the accident)

This girl's contact list is definitely very interesting 🤭Twice, BTS, Taemin, G-Dragon (they have something coming up), Stray Kids, SVT members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Woozi, The8, Mingyu, DK and Dino) , Cha Eunwoo, Moonbyul, Hwasa, Yoon San Ha, Baekhyun, etc, you name them she knows them 😭 Imagine casually telling people; "Oh this dress ? Taehyung oppa bought it for me"

• Since they haven't been public very long there aren't many videos on the official channel where they're openly romantically affectionate with each other, it's mainly her sitting on his lap in the waiting room or his hands straying a little lower than they need to be when fixing her mic belt. There was one moment in WANTEEZ that stood out to viewers as being very loving;

Episode 40; When everyone was going to sleep on the combined futons Hima was out like a light almost immediately with her head in the crook of his neck, seeing this Mingi pulled the blanket over her body - tucking her in carefully since she was just recovering from a bad sickness. She's a light sleeper, so when she moved in response to this he pulled her into his arms tightly and kissed her forehead 🥺

(BONUS) Episode 10; Hima was still out of it after waking up from anesthesia and walked out of the recovery room to see Mingi that had just woken up, but instead of saying anything she just stood in front of the bed and stared at him then shuffled back to sleep on Hongjoong's leg in the waiting room. She just stood there for a solid minute...no words, nothing, then she walked away...she looked like this; 0.0

(Rumor has it that she uses her charm to make Mingi mess up during games where they're against each other...but she'll never admit to that 🤭)

ON LIVES HOWEVER; Mingi often forgets that she only has about 55% of her original hearing and proceeds to simply state loudly (enough for a regular person to hear) that he's live while she's in the shower. There's been numerous times where she walked into the camera frame wearing a crop top and underwear because she had no idea that Atiny were on the other side of the screen, so Mingi has to have a sweater at the ready every time and get used to people drooling over his girlfriend on Twitter, but at the end of the day people are watching her cuddle up to HIM 😏

Since they don't live in the same dorm and have somewhat filled schedules, she tends to come to his studio to work or simply to be with him. During the famous 'Tiramisu Cake' live she was laying down on the large blue teddy bear he has against the back wall, half asleep and laughing at her boyfriend's antics. When she goes live he'll feed her some of whatever he ordered, pull her into his lap instead of leaving her on the chair or bed, sometimes he'll try to do her hair, etc 🥺

Thank you for asking so many questions Mina, you make me think of new things every time and I love it!! 😘❤️MWWAH!!

[zhaliacain]

Huntikmas day 11- Making mental health kits for the team

Zhalia:

Mental health activity: See below but also some mental health reminder cards. I'm sure she doesn't like hearing it but reading it on a card might be better than being told by someone else what to do. She also gets a weighted blanket.

activity: Journalling, obviously this is something Zhalia does routinely in the show and I think that's an important ritual or habit for her to process things. Additionally drawing, that's a big part of this fandom but I think technical drawings of the things she's seen or places she's been will help her process her thoughts more logically.

fidget toy: I don't know what theyre called but those spiky pad things for pain stim. We see in show Zhalia displaying anxious habits such as biting her lips or holding one arm (I've got a whole head canon thing she has nerve damage from childhood that's a whole other story) so I think redirecting that into a stimulus that isn't actually harmful would be ideal.

drink: hot chocolate, trying to keep her away from the caffeine which can be detrimental during mental health episodes but it still provides an energy boost and dopamine hit. We've gone for instant sachets because I don't think she would want to take the time to sort something like that but this way its no hassle.

watching: Okay probably should have done this one after the huntikmas team and their niche special interests but in short, Zhalia likes nature documentaries. It's all just science and she knows it which is comforting, in particular for Zhalia fish. She has tropical fish in Vienna and I feel like documentaries on weird deep sea fish would be relaxing for her. Disturbing for everyone else, but comforting for her.

Dante:

Mental health activity: Right so we know for a fact that Dante forgets to take care of himself when he's worried, therefore for Dante I propose a self care checklist or workbook. These are there to help him remember to take care of himself physically and mentally. He also gets a weighted blanket because Coat Theory TM.

activity: Okay I wasn't sure for Dante because they always describe him as an extreme sportsman, so I've brought up a couple of points. 1. he canonically plays guitar, and I think taking some time to practice and play for himself will help relax him. 2. There's no way he has a TV that big just to look at Guggenheims face a couple of times a week. He's either a movie buff or plays video games so I've gone with the latter as a good way to help him unwind.

fidget toy: I don't know what they're called, I have some and best I can describe them is finger nunchucks. Point is they're small and look cool but also skill based. The motion would be familiar and help Dante when he's restless without distracting him too much.

drink: Right so rather unfortunately given the country I live in I don't massively like tea and I'm not an expert. But Dante is having decaffeinated and calming teas like chamomile (?). In the show we know he drinks things like ginseng extract which acts like caffeine and helps with fatigue. Obviously Dante is trying to do as much as possible but he needs to stop and rest before he ends up collapsing on a dessert island.

watching: I've gone for X-files because I HC that as a favourite of his and one he's watched many times before but I've also given him headphones because I think he'd find listening to music calming.

Sophie:

Mental health activity: Affirmation cards, Sophie needs to remember that just because she isn't perfect, doesn't mean she's failed. Instead affirming and validating herself regardless of the outcome in important for her.

activity: Reading journals, this feels fairly productive but also gets her away from her books and gives her the opportunity to practice reflecting. Additionally, I think some mindful colouring would be ideal for her.

fidget toy: Stress ball, we can see Sophie getting visibly irritated when she's stressed so I think throwing or squishing something would be good way to get that initial energy stress out of her system

drink: I'm not sure, I suspect there's something Leblanche makes her when she's stressed but I don't know if its a specific tea or hot chocolate. But there's definitely a warm drink that's made with love that makes Sophie feel better.

watching: Classic movies, I think the calmer colour tones and less overstimulating plots from old movies would help relax her as well as provide a feeling of comfort and nostalgia. But also audiobooks of her childhood favourites.

Lok:

Mental health activity: Lok's mental health task is to write positive things about himself, I think its easy to become overwhelmed: is he doing enough to find his dad, is he a good team leader, is he a good seeker. We don't want all those moments of self doubt so Lok needs to write positive things about himself, his successes and where he's tried hard.

activity: Puzzle books, specifically escape room books because they have a bit more of a plot and narrative to keep him focussed. He also gets stickers because he deserves them.

fidget toy: Infinity cubes and magic cubes, I think they have the same kind of feel in your hands as a puzzle which is ideal muscle memory for him.

drink: Water, I think when things start to get on top of Lok's he can forget certain basics like hydrate before you diedrate

watching: Indiana Jones, we're going for comfort shows that he's very familiar with.

Cherit:

Mental health activity: I think as a titan Cherit doesn't have a lot of control over his life. He can only go public places people take him in bags otherwise keeping to the shadows, he's probably not getting paid, moving in with Dante was probably the first time he'd lived outside of a HQ in years. So instead, Cherit's mental health priority is to look at the things he can control, and make positive changes for himself. Part of CBT is the whole reasonable arguments stuff so although he needs to consider that fact he's a living gargoyle, there are ways in which he can change his own circumstances, stand up for himself and acknowledge control.

activity: Origami, he's tiny I think he'd be good at those small folds that the people on social media use tweezers for.

fidget toy: These magnetic thingies give Cherit the chance to be creative in his fidgeting, plus they're small enough for him to use.

drink: Right so I don't know how caffeine and sugar affect titans in comparison to humans but he is tiny and I am concerned for him so we're aiming for healthy squashes. I don't know anything about the brands they're just pictures but we want something natural like water with a bit of pizzaz.

watching: daytime television for Cherit, I think he would enjoy seeing some of the things humans come up with. In particular friendly competitions like the bake off and those auction shows and stuff, still keeping it wholesome for his mental health (he's seen enough bad things from humans).

Harrison:

Join a cult.

I'm joking, I'm joking.

Mental health activity: I mean they all need therapy but I think some cult deprogramming therapy wouldn’t hurt specifically for Harrison. He’s just got the whole mental health workbook because I don’t even know where to start

activity: chill video games, apart from being in a cult we don’t get a lot about Harrison’s interests but I think calming repetitive games with farming elements can teach him good practises.

fidget toy:yo-yo, like Dante its skill based but repetitive which can help him focus and direct his feelings. Also the sugar cube, he can squish them out of shape but there’s resistance and enforces patience as it takes longer to reshape than a stress ball

drink: I think ice cubes would help, they pull you out of immediate negative thought cycles and as a bonus hydrate you in the process.

watching: who knows, not true crime that’s for sure

Den:

Mental health activity: grounding cards, kind of like we’ve seen before. Den often gets frustrated in the show and I think it’s important for him to have something external reminding him of the facts and keeping him in the present rather than spiralling about the future or the past. This will also help him with recognising things he can’t control and how he can control his own actions to create a better environment for himself.

activity: I think Den would like these sticker books that make a whole picture, it’s relaxing, it’s got the nostalgia of childhood sticker books and you’ve got some really nice art to be proud of at the end. Like Harrison he’s got calming and cosy games because I think any game with a plot, combat or puzzles would add to his frustration. From what I hear about animal crossing I think that would be a good fit because he has the opportunity to show off and really customise it to himself.

fidget toy: fidget spinner, please can some just give this kid a fidget spinner. Bonus points if he can work out how to use shadow point on them.

drink: den deserves to treat himself, I think part of his mental health is learning that he needs to prioritise and take care of his own health too, so going out of his way to have an extra special drink with all the toppings is a good self care

watching: any kind of action comedy, I think it needs to be heavily action packed and fast paced but also have a happy outcome so he doesn’t spiral with the negativity and unfairness in the world

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Welcome back to "this idiot has a sleep schedule that's burning in a ditch somewhere, so she's succumbing to the brainrot and drawing all the Batfam members instead!" (Previous Installments linked below) Today, my very specific but mildly nonsensical order has finally gotten me to one of the ones who's been around the longest: Barbara Gordon, the baddest b**** in town!

Initial trace where I stylize some and do a kinda half-baked background. I put a lot more effort into this backdrop than normal since computers are kinda Barbara's whole thing, so I really needed the screens in there. Also, before anybody comes at me: Babs can wear a low cut shirt if she wants. Comic books can draw in her a low cut shirt if they want. YOU can draw in her a low cut shirt if you want. I just didn't want to draw her in a low cut shirt, so I didn't! We clear? Moving on:

I drew her as Oracle. I know mainline DC comics has her back to being Batgirl again, but she's always Oracle in my head. As sexist and poorly planned as The Killing Joke may have been, I think her being in a wheelchair and being a super cool kick-butt hero anyway is very important to her character and gave her a lot of growth and development. And there are a bunch of other characters that could gain a lot from being Batgirl and/or are better suited to the Batgirl role at this point. Also, the Batfamily is a disorganized mess, they need someone like her around.

Favorite thing about drawing Oracle is definitely her glasses. I love drawing them mostly filled in so she looks extra scary!

Freehanded version where I stylize using my trace as a reference. And yeah, I put this one on a dark background cuz I could! Babs breaks all the rules of conventional heroism, and she's breaking all the conventions of this art series! This whole project was a very good exercise for me in learning to draw a wheelchair and a character sitting in a wheelchair. I actually really really liked doing it. I had to google pictures of wheelchairs a few times, but this was much easier than most of the mechanical and non-organic stuff I try to draw. I need to draw more disabled characters, cuz this was really fun, and I would love to experiment with different models of wheelchairs and other types of mobility aids!

Characterization pose! Whoa, this is different from the rest of my Batfam drawings! A backdrop? In MY completely freehanded drawing? Yeah, like I said, Babs requires breaking all the rules. Since Oracle isn't a field hero and dresses the same as a civilian, I took a different approach than normal, and decided to draw her doing the things that make her Oracle: working with computers and being the scariest member of the Batfamily. I also drew my version of her "icon" that she uses if she needs to have some sort of face to communicate with people.

You can't tell cuz her clothes are loose, but I drew her super buff because she works a lot on both her arms and her legs to keep herself in shape and to keep her muscles from atrophying. Also, Barbara has like 6 different hairstyles that get jumped between with absolutely no regard for how that should work, so I took creative liberties. I mixed and matched, using her waves and relative length from Batgirl, the little side strands from one of the ponytail styles, and the bangs from the style pictured in my reference photo.

For once, the hero text isn't traced because every comics cover I could easily find has missed the opportunity to use the digital clock font for Oracle's name and I had to correct this absolute travesty.

Other Batfamily Members:

Nightwing Edition

Red Hood Edition

Robin (Carrie Kelley) Edition

Red Robin Edition

Spoiler Edition

Robin (Damian Wayne) Edition

Signal Edition

See ya in the next one, and see if you can guess who's next!

[thelongestway]

Star Trek Lower Decks, s05e10, notes on the watch

I really can't believe this is the last episode (for now! hopefully!)

Season long flashback! Please tell me it's all going to be relevant!

YES IT WILL KLINGON FLEET!

OH GOD WHAT IS THAT CHIHUAHUA

yeah, no, Klingon friend out for revenge, I'm sorry, but tachyons are always bad news

wait a second, that transformation. are they becoming Solanae??? WAIT WAS THAT A DISCO BIRD OF PREY FALLING OUT OF THE WORMHOLE??

ah my friend's favorite warp wasp, it is the saddest thing that this is the last time we're seeing you T_T

Shaxs and T'Ana doing well together, good for them!

What is up with Rutherford's implant. Is that like a steady through-line I didn't see in this season? Is his old self coming back a little?

Aw, captain Freeman!

okay yeah not sure if Kahless but that is a huge ass warbird

ahhh sudden Klingon vengeance

also this is why you have a first officer, Ma'ah! so they can overrule you if you're an idiot :P

ah yes quantum entanglement for why it's not the Enterprise (also please please can we get Va'Kel Shon showing up???)

Meredith, Olly, new engineer dream team go! Also, Rutherford, you keep complaining like that, Livik will outdo you!

poor Freeman saying "as long as there aren't any complications" but knowing full well what starfleet missions are like

bugs can be salty and sweet!

ahhh alternate universe intrusion

or the Klingons have actually gotten decent at fake video?

no, I think this is those glitches coming through. if so, I like it. realities bleeding together should be confusing and terrifying

as an aside, I really like the second-to-second pacing in this one. they've slowed down, very slightly, and it has such an effect

Thank you for the reaction shots, Lower Decks!

one nacelle, how fucked are they now?

thank you Tendi XD

but also the Klingons are going to be a lot more fucked

Rutherford, you're gonna wind up missing the Cerritos' trusty old build by the end of this episode

Aww Rutherford >_<

Also yeah, Tendi and T'Lyn didn't work out their problems fully, and now it is biting them

Terran Cerritos! Also Shaxs has no luck XD

AHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA ok, the reason her ship isn't changing because Klingon ships are basically heirlooms is hilarious

Ransom, every time I need motivation to work out, I will use this shot:

She did fake the message!

Meredith and Olly DREAM TEAM!

Interesting look at proto-Klingons!

AHAHAAHA It's Another Enterprise!

What exactly did it turn into between the two Enterprises? Ship buffs, help me out here

Ok, I'm gonna need a rundown on all those ship types

Ok, wow, Livik comment - and reconfigurability as an asset of the Cali-class, very cool!

Ma'ah just casually sitting on the bridge, lol

Interesting thing there with the dam. What *did* Mariner do?

Also, looking good there, Ma'ah and Malor!

STARBASE 80 THE NEW DS9 PLS MAKE THIS HAPPEN

also please please please can we get them in STO please

Hi, Anaximander, good to see you!

Damn, that goodbye. T_T

"But I'm an admiral!" "So what, your arms don't work?"

Welcome to the Cali-class, admiral Freeman! And to Starbase 80!

Oh, what a finale speech, Mariner. Y'know what - you really are my faves. Cerritos strong!

Migleemo finally discovering that strange new food?

Damn, Ransom, congrats! You started out as my least favorite XO, but... I'm glad to see you get your four pips. You earned every single one.

JACK. OH MY GOD. GOOD PEP TALK, CONTEST NOT SURE IF TERRIBLE IDEA OR GOOD IDEA

but yes, now we can get these two XOs to talk to Dal XD someday there will be fanfic about this mwahahaha

"Engage the core" is the only one outside of plain old "engage" that I will allow XD

Beautiful. 10/10, no notes, thank you Lower Decks team!!!

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 12 thoughts:

Brian needs to watch the Barbie movie holy shit! (I understand the story takes place in 2011 and the movie doesn't exist there)

Just like, fuck get off Taylor's back. She is playing it too safe but also being too aggressive. Moving too fast but also not being aggressive enough! AHHHHHHHH!

Seriously, nearly every time Brian showed up in this arc I was yelling at him. Dude. Just back off.

Skitter fucking just, killing thousands of rats in a few minutes is absolutely terrifying. God I love her.

Hookwolf is a dick. I can't believe everyone else went along with him and gave the Travelers and the Undersiders shitty choices like that. I mean that's not true, I can believe it I'm just mad.

I legit forgot Imp existed until Tattletale mentioned leaving her at the meeting as a spy. I love how the way her power works combined with the writing style means she just disappears for the readers as well.

Loved seeing more of the Travelers and more Noelle. Excited to learn more about her (I don't have great feelings about her long term situation though).

Jack is such a fucking POSER oh my god!

He just. He thinks he's so cool. But he's not. Fucking "this is not an exit" reference and shit.

He is Tobey Maguire Spider-Man from Spider-Man 3. Just thinks he is the coolest shit. Everyone just has to accept it cause he got fancy knife powers.

Tattletale just fucking full confidence fucking with the Nine while standing right in front of them. She clearly knew it was high risk but she took it and she got results, spoiling Jacks plan with Cheri and shit.

That said, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY BABY SOMEBODY HELP MY BABY! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! (Ok she's not like, my baby, that's Taylor. But she's still my baby.)

LOOK AT MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! FUCKING LOOK AT HER! HOW MANY PEOPLE DID SHE SAVE FROM SHATTERBIRD? HUNDREDS? THOUSANDS? SHE IS AMAZING!

She fucking needs therapy though. Saves more people than anyone else could have and is mad because she didn't do enough. God damn Taylor love yourself!

Danny is fine. Besides, he had warning so any injures are basically his fault. Git gud Danny. (Ok look that's a little unfair, but he messed up pretty bad with raising my daughter so I'm allowed to be a little unfair to him I think.)

And look at my daughter again! She goes and organizes people to help the wounded. Takes charge. Gets a cool butch lady that might never show up again to help. I hope she does show up again though.

AND THEN FUCKING MANNEQUIN! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

After he showed up I said "I don't know how the fuck she's gonna do it, but my daughter is gonna kick your ass". And then like a few paragraphs later I read "I have no idea how the fuck I’m going to do it but I’m going to make you regret that." This made me both happy - fun to say something and have Taylor say almost the same thing - and worried - cause when I said I didn't know how she was going to do it I kinda hoped she had a plan.

But then she fucking does it! She kicks his ass. She steals his arm. SHE RIPS HIS HEAD OFF! GOD DAMN! THAT'S MY FUCKING KID!

I do think she should hire the buff burly guy who helped her rip Mannequin's head off. He clearly has motivation and would be loyal. And maybe I want to see him more. For reasons.

But anyway she fucking wrecks Mannequin, makes him look like he lost a fight with a paint store. Just fucking clowned on him. She is so good.

Then the next day Brian comes in and fully focuses on how stupid it was to fight Mannequin, not really praising that she won or asking if she needs medical help. God damn bud!

But I loved how a fuck ton of people were like "Oh shit she beat Mannequin! I want to work for her." She's going to be so fucking famous soon.

Interlude 1 - Jack is a poser again. Sucks to be the Merchants, can't say I'll miss them. Jack trying to sound all clever with his carrot and sticks thing, but most of what he lists for the other Nine is really obvious. And he misses some stuff as well. Poser. I could lead the Nine better than him (not that I would lead the Nine, just that if I did I would be better than Jack).

Interlude 2 - God damn this is a doozy. Shit ton of Cauldron lore. Battery backstory. Assault backstory. I made a "now kith" joke when they fought for the very first time cause I didn't realize who they were yet. It was supposed to be a joke. I did not want them to end up together. They should not be together. Legend should not have allowed Assault to be on Battery's team. He was a bit of a dick for that. So much Cauldron lore though. I can't put it all here.