#i was gonna make a post about his silly little boots but. all of him is silly and little

[invinciblerodent]

they also weren't kidding about the short kingness of this guy, I've gotta admit that

I need to point out that my Rook is slightly shorter than the default. I brought her height down in the CC.

ah, this is delightful. she's like an average height, and she's got half a head on him. she could carry him around in her pocket.

[prettyboykatsuki]

objects in the mirror | j. togame

✮ tags ; afab!reader + fem!reader, reader is so painfully dense / naive, ambiguous relationships, friends to ???, somewhat unrelieved sexual tension, sex toys, guided masturbation kinda, kissing, groping, nipples play, squirting, dialogue heavy, vaguely post canon, petnames (kame-chan and jo-chan for togame, baby for reader) 18+

✮ wc ; 6.4k (you have got to be fucking with me)

✮ a/n ; the one fic i wont be mad if you ask for part two on lolol. title from a mac miller song (my favorite mac miller song) that reminds me of a lot of characters but i felt really fit this fic.

go listen to it. his best track. also this like... mega got away from me. togame sorry for blueballing you.

✮ synopsis ; your only goal is to have a half-way decent orgasm. togame, as your best friend, is determined to help you reach it.

"So," Togame leans back into your bed. "You bought a vibrator and... can't use it? Because you keep psyching yourself out?"

"Yeah," You sigh with your head hung low. "Paid good money for it and it's collecting dust in my drawer. I'm miserable."

Togame smiles a little from where he's laid across the width of your bed, back propped up against the wall slightly with his legs hanging off one edge. You kick his side lightly as he fails to contain his amusement.

"Do you enjoy seeing me suffer, huh? You take amusement in my pain, you bastard?"

"Pfft," He snickers, turning a little to face you better. "It's kinda hard not too. Just seems..."

"You think it's stupid," You frown. He scratches his jaw.

"I wouldn't say that. A little silly but—"

"Which is another word for stupid," You point out. He shakes his head.

"The connotations different. Stupid would mean I'm insulting you. I don't think it's stupid. Ridiculous, maybe." And then he laughs to himself like a jackass. "No... I take it back. It's definitely ridiculous."

"You asshole. I should kick you out of my house."

He smiles knowingly, lazy and bemused. "You're not gonna,"

Smug bastard. You groan in defeat. "But I should."

He doesn't reply, brushing you off as easy as ever. "Sorry. Just not sure what exactly you want me to do with that information."

You throw your hands up in the air. "I dunno? Fucking help me. Offer solutions. Use whats left of your brain after getting the shit beat out of you as a teenager. Something."

"Now who's being an asshole." He quips. You frown.

"I'm sorry," You say easily. Togame smiles softly though you miss it while you're looking away. "But...ugh."

"Got such a way with words." He hums sarcastically before sobering a touch. He's scrolling through his phone not entirely paying attenion. "I don't really get why you're askin' me. Don't you have better candidates for this conversation?"

You give him a long-suffering look. "No. Unfortunately I live here, so the answer is not really. I can't talk to Kotoha or Tsubaki about this. We talk about guys and stuff but it's usually pretty PG."

"So I'm your stand in for a girl best friend?"

You tilt your head. "Huh? No. You're just my best friend. I would bitch to you about this either way."

He stares at you for a long while before scrubbing a hand down his face. You can't understand his sudden reaction, watching in confusion as he takes a deep breath.

"Right. Right, I'm your best friend." Togame mutters mostly to himself, sighing before going back to his usual demeanor. He rubs his under his eye. "Really dunno what you're asking for. You can whine however much you want, though."

"I'm not whining," You pause before sighing again. "Okay. Maybe I am whining, like, a little. But you would too if you were me, okay? I want to..." You make a face, the words suddenly feeling clumsy on your lips. You're not even doing anything and you're getting all weird about it. "I just wanna...cum."

Togame pauses. He sits up, sort of suddenly after that and finally has the decency to take off his boots. He scoots to the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor to do it, and you can't see his face when he speaks again. You don't think twice about it.

"Have you not? Like... ever?"

"Huh? No, I have but it's not really satisfying. It doesn't scratch the itch for me, you know? That's what the toy was for."

Togame takes another minute or two of silence as he takes off his boots. You wonder if it always takes him so long to take them off. Seems inconvenient.

He goes back to laying down, leaning on the wall with his legs spread out. "What kinda toy is it anyway?

"Oh, it's—" You stop in the middle of your sentence, brow furrowing. "Wait. Should I be telling you this?"

"Are you suddenly gaining self-awareness? Little late for that." He smiles.

"That's true," You reply, relaxing again with your arms crossed. "Nothing complicated. A rabbit vibrator, but the kinda expensive ones."

"How much?"

"Twelve-thousand yen. I got it on sale too,"

"No wonder you're so peeved you can't use it," Togame comments evenly. "A lot of money to be collecting dust. You even take it out the box?"

You deflate all over again. "Yeah. Charged it. Cleaned it too. But I put it back."

"Lemme see,"

"Huh? Oh, okay. Sure."

You don't bother asking why Togame wants to see your sex toy. It doesn't occur to you that there'd be any reasons outside of plain curiosity which you can understand. Togame dated a girl long-term so he knows some things, but you figure any girl with a decent boyfriend wouldn't need to make the same use of toys as you do. It'd make sense he's never seen one up close and personal.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and lean slightly as you open the side drawer and pull the toy out where it sits in nice, cardboard package. You pass it off to Togame before sitting back comfortably against your headboard.

He sits the box in his lap and stares at it for a long while.

You wonder if this is weird.

It doesn't bother you much either way, but it it is...

Odd, just how long Togame stares at it. He undoes the top of the folded box, pulling it back to reveal the soft, baby blue vibrator. It's six inches long and curved, with a soft rubber attachment to stimulate your clit and angle for your g-spot at the same time. Made with a high quality velveteen silicone. It has a lot of settings, and does the sort of rumbly vibrations you know feel good as opposed to the mechanical buzz of cheaper kinds.

Completely unused, Togame holds in his hands for a while, grabbing it by the ends. He doesn't touch it in a way that's weird. More like he assesses it. Measures it. You don't know for what though.

"It's cute."

"Huh?"

"The vibrator, I mean." Togame comments, putting it back in the box. His expression is unreadable. Something simmers under the surface of his neutral face but you can't place what exactly. "It's a cute color and the little pointed part here is cute."

You place a hand on your chest and close your eyes in sincerity. "Thank you. I also think I have excellent aesthetic taste."

Another pause. Brief but not.

"Do you want help using it?"

"Wha—"

"The vibrator," Togame clarifies before you get through the rest of your sentence. "Do you want me to help you use it?"

Your mind blanks. Your mouth moves faster than you can.

"...In what way?"

Togame remains steady. "Getting you comfortable and putting in you. As far as solutions go, it's the best I've got."

...Huh?

"Wouldn't that be awkward for you?"

"Is it awkward for you?" Togame replies back.

You stop to consider the question then shake your head.

"I mean...It's you. I trust you and I'm grateful but this..." You furrow your brow and look towards him. "Can you really do something like that with me? Just to help me?"

"Yeah." He replies. The words come so easily to him you're startled. Was he always this casual? You guess in a way but still. It's surprising. "It's the most direct route to solve your problem, I think. Once you've done it once with someone else, you'll definitely be able to do it alone right?"

You reason about this and find it's a somewhat optimal solution. You can't figure out the exact source of your unease about all of it, though it's there. You can't figure out Togame either. You appreciate how much he seems to want to help you but it doesn't make your worries go away.

You frown a little deeper.

"You're thinking about it too hard." Togame interjects. His tone is warm and easy.

"You're not thinking about it hard enough," You respond back. "What are you trying to do anyway? To help."

"Scratch the itch for you. Just think of it like that."

"Does that do anything for you?"

He dodges the question. "Don't worry about me. I'm offering. Promise it's fine."

You frown with your legs crossed, staring at the empty space of the bed. "...I g-guess it's fine? I can't think of a reason to say no."

"You don't mind doing this with me? Or is it because you're okay with anyone?"

You shake your head.

"What are you saying? Of course it's because you're the one asking. I trust you."

He smiles genuinely at that, eyes closed in what seems like relief. "I just wanted to make sure."

Togame opens his eyes again and casts them your way. Your breathing feels shallow under the weighted glance. He sits up a little more and shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, placing it on the pillow next to you. He feels broader without the layer of fabric over his torso, white shirt stretching over his frame as he sits on the bed on his knees.

"Lay down. Get comfortable."

You nod, adjusting the pillows and things and trying not to feel self-conscious or get cold feet. It speaks to your desperation that you're taking this help so willingly and from your long time best friend no less. In the back of your head, you do feel a little strange.

Togame is just being a good friend, that's what you tell yourself. You believe it too.

He hovers above you first. You tilt your head to look at him, the short gap of space between you feeling particularly small while also being miles wide. Your stomach flutters as Togame's eyes fix on your lips.

He leans forward and presses his mouth to yours. It's chaste. You wonder if you look even half as surprised as you feel.

"What was that for?"

"Breaking the ice."

You mumble. "Oh..."

Togame kisses you again that time, and then one more time before speaking up. "You're so naive."

"Huh? No I'm not,"

He brushes you off again that time before sitting up again. He sits between your legs where you have them spread. You have no idea what he's thinking or why he's doing this.

Unlike most people, you usually do have a good read on what Togame is feeling. He's upfront most of the time, despite his posturing seeming wishy-washy. It's a little weird to feel so out of bounds around him, like he purposely has his guard up. You wonder if that guard is for you, or for him. Is he uncomfortable somehow? Is he trying not to hurt your feelings by not being interested? You're not really expecting that.

But if that were the case, there's no reason he would help you this way.

Before you get too entranced in your thoughts, Togame snaps you out of them.

"How do you normally do this?"

You blink and look up.

"Do what?"

"Get off," Togame answers. Your eyes meet and you find yourself wanting to look away. "You said it was unsatisfying so I thought it'd be better if we started there,"

"Uhm," You feel embarrassed trying to talk about this. You're not sure why. It's not something you'd feel self-conscious outside this specific context but Togame just seems more... intense then usual. Like he's being serious about your silly problem. "D-depends? Sometimes I watch porn or listen to audios or read. Not always."

"Got it. How do you touch yourself then?"

He looks expectant. You turn your head to look away from him. The minutes tick by.

"Uhm... just rubbing my c-clit usually. I have uhm, other toys I'll use sometimes too but I need to touch my clit to get off." You wonder if these are too many details. Togame is listening to it so carefully. "Uhm. If i-its too sensitive I'll touch over my clothes too. Sometimes I cum like that."

His face shifts. It lingers long enough for you to notice but not enough for you to process what it was. He's back to his usual self so quickly you wonder if you've made the entire thing up.

"Right. I think I know what your problem is,"

You feel a little relieved at that. "Really?"

He pauses before smiling a little with a friendly nod that reminds you of how you were when you were kids, a face that's unexpectedly kind. "Really."

You look at him expectantly.

"I think you're not building up to it enough." Togame comments, smoothly. You blink at him. "You're a girl, you know? Can't jump straight into it, you need to stimulate yourself more first and relax. You're so focused on cumming it backfires. I'll help you."

"How...?"

"I'll help you relax and help you figure out what you like. Don't think about it too hard and focus on feeling good."

"You really don't have to do this for me," You mumble. He smiles at you.

"C'mon. You just said I was your best friend right? I don't mind, so chill out and let me help."

"Okay," You nod, bright eyed. "Okay....thank you."

He makes a face at you before nodding. "Uh-huh. Of course."

Togame hovers above you with lazy smile. You close your eyes on instinct as you feel your lips press together. His lips are softer than you thought they'd be. A hand cups the back of your neck and brings you closer to him. The weight of his body makes you self-conscious about his proximity. You can smell the scent of his skin, feel his presence surround you as he kisses you soft to start.

The shift in the air surrounding you is gradual in a way that reminds you so much of Togame. He's not intense at the beginning, never is really is - but then his hand goes to hold your knees and pull your legs up. His tongue slips against the closed seam of your lips until they part, until he touches yours and you have to reconfigure how you breathe. He's so good at kissing you it makes you wonder if he's kissed you before and you can't remember. But then it feels good and you're reminded—

If it felt this good there's no way you would've forgotten it.

When you pull away for air to breathe, or start to stumble through a question on how this is helping - Togame shuts you up. It takes it happening twice for you realize it's deliberate. Every time he kisses you a little deeper, and the last time he slips his tongue in so far you'd think he's trying to eat you whole.

You're wet. You're unsure if you're allowed to feel guilty about it, or if you're even meant too. Anyone would be turned on getting kissed like this. You're really unsure about all of this but you're fine because it's Togame. There's no way he'd do anything bad to you or for you.

He's over protective in general, though he's rarely frank about it.

(If you were any less clueless, you'd would know that most times Togame is doing his best to protect from himself. Most times, he feels like the biggest danger to you)

Togame pulls away from your lips when you moan a little. You feel embarrassed at the state your left in and how he looks at you. Picking you apart in his mind but not with ill intent. Like he wants to know every thread of your want.

Again, you think he's going to tease you. Light but still teasing.

"Does that feel good?"

It's a serious question. It stuns you. Just a little. His hand on the back of neck feels hot. You notice the way his thumb caresses your nape and try not to stutter.

"Uh..y-yeah." You reply, trying not to look stupid. "I like kissing. Uhm. In general."

He doesn't react to that, nods in a way you find curt in comparison to how passionately he was kissing you just moments ago. "It'll help you relax." And then, a little softly. "If you want to kiss again and we're not already, ask."

An odd request but you acquiesce with another soft noise.

"Do you feel a little warmed up?"

His eyes are so strangely shaded in this light. You open your mouth to the awkward confession. "Oh... nn. I'm... y-yeah. I'm wet already."

"From kissing?"

You give him a sheepish look. Togame responds with another kiss that makes you feel like you're being driven into a corner. This one is hot and heavy, doesn't build up but starts with an almost oppressive air. He nips at you, teeth tugging at your lips and licking in earnest to your mouth. Long and deep until your brain feels melty, your thoughts swimming and clouded. Longing for touch and release. Arousal threads through the fibers of your muscles, makes you feel wound up tight - a serpents coil. You clench your thighs on instinct at the worsening wetness.

Your mouth feels swollen and bitten when you pull away again and Togame looks a little more like you're used to him looking. An underlying sense of smug self-satisfactions on his face as he looks down at you, not outweighed by his genuine ease.

A look on his face like he likes your company. You find him comforting in how easy it is to see.

"Is it okay to touch you in other places?"

"Uhm. Anywhere above the belt is fine, I think."

"Makes sense,"

He leans up and slides both hands underneath your hoodie. You're not really prepared for... this. You don't know if you can call it sex or not but whatever it is, you weren't intending for it to happening.

"You're not wearing a shirt," His hands feel so big on your waist. Big and calloused, split skin scarred over from fighting. "A bra?"

"A sports bra."

"Right."

He slides your hoodie up over your torso until it's bare and takes your sports bra along with it in one go. Your tits fall from them with a soft swish with how quick he does it, the light bounce making your skin grown hot. Togame hovers above you as he eyes them, palms just underneath but not touching.

"Stop looking so hard."

He brushes past that. "They're nice."

"Shut up," You say for the first time. Togame smiles slightly.

"Not a nice way to talk to someone who's helping you," He says sarcastically. You pout but refuse to apologize. He remains unbothered then goes back to being alarmingly serious. "Do you play with them?"

"H-huh? When I masturbate? Not really. I've never thought too."

"Why's that?"

You shrug. "The guys I dated used to touch them but it mostly felt weird, not good. Never thought of trying on my own."

He gives you a looking asking for permission. You nod. This really does not feel normal but the arousal clouding your brain is a lot louder than your sense of shame.

Togame's hands slide up your sides until he's cupping the roundness of your chest. His thumbs hover against hardened nipples, constrained in the touch. It's different than how other guys have done it for you. He's paying attention to that bit most, and he's going about it softly. Pushing the hardened bud with a light flick that sends a jolt of shock through your body.

He's quick to notice your reaction, green eyes flickering up before doing it again. You squirm, stretching your legs and shifting as another tick of arousal goes through your whole body. Your clit is starting to throb so much it hurts. If it were you, you would've started touching yourself a long while ago. As soon as you felt yourself get wet.

Togame is taking his time, though. And you're feeling it so much it's a little shameful for you. He does it again, touching your nipples - both side at the same time. Your body is pushing for more.

You've managed to keep the noise down but you're pushed over your usual limits. A moan spills from your lips as you push up into his touch. "That's good, huh? Just needed it a little softer and more focused."

You try not to be any more embarrassing. Wouldn't anyone feel weird over this?

He's the most important person in your entire life, and he's seeing you like this. Not judging you, just remaining even and consistent. Teasing you but not enough to make you upset. He's being so careful. Is this the kind of boyfriend he is? You think that must make him popular, so then... why does it never work out? He's never dated anyone longer than a year.

But he's being so sweet to you despite not dating. He's always kind but this is different. You can't imagine who would see this part of him and break up.

You try not to think about any of this but the only other thing you can focus on is him rubbing your nipples and how nice it feels. The moan of his name is pitchy, sounds foreign to your own ears with how high and broken it is.

"Kame-chan," Your voice is warbly when you ask. You just want to stop thinking. "Kiss?"

He pauses. You think he's going to deny you at first.

"Fuck. That ain't fair, you know?"

You don't know what he means, but he complies and kisses you open mouthed as he plays with your tits. Rubs and flicks them just the way you like. It feels so good. You've never felt anything like it before. Your tummy flutters, honeyed lust dripping down your inner thighs.

Your body moves on it's own, your hands carding through his hair as arousal starts to pool. Your panties feels soaked and sticky, through the fabric. You shift again trying to relieve the feeling, brain scrambled by Togame's touch.

You're so horny you can't make sense of anything. Your body is a relentless echo of your wants and needs - demanding attention. His attention, specifically. Need curls up in your chest.

Between kisses you confess this to Togame, who you trust now more than ever despite feeling so incredibly vulnerable. How could you not go with it when he's taking such good care of you?

"Wanna cum so bad," You mutter, sloppy between kisses. Togame takes in a deep breath as he pulls away.

"You think you're worked up enough for it?"

You see through him instantly even in your haze. "Don't be mean to me, you jerk."

"Caught me, huh? Okay, okay. How do you normally do this?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck yourself with something,."

The words send heat sparking against your spine. You tuck your face against his jacket where it's laying besides you and huff. It smells like him. "Ngh. Usually finger myself a little first."

"Got a good idea then." He hums. The sound of his voice, low and smooth, makes you feel comforted. "I'll lay next to you and help keep you distracted while you open yourself up, yeah? Nothing below the belt 'n all. And when you're already I'll put in for you and turn it on."

You sniff. "Okay."

He smiles at you, pulling his hands and body away from you before laying besides you instead. He lets you rest your head against his arm and shoulders - sneaking the rest of his arm around and underneath you, squeezing one of your tits. He presses your body into him and gropes around the bed for the box with your toy, grabbing it from inside before shoving it away.

Up close, you can feel his muscles even better than you could. You wonder how someone so relaxed could be this built but try not to let it burden your brain. He smells so nice. Did he always? You feel too horny to remember, but you like it.

You can feel him glancing down at you, amused.

"Comfy?" Togame's voice vibrates through your whole body.

"Uh-huh."

"If you turn your head towards me I can kiss you and touch you. Keep your mind occupied a bit."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"It does right? Go ahead and start."

You think you should tell him not to watch. Keeps his eyes for himself. But the focus of his gaze makes you burn so much hotter you don't bother. He's already seen so much, anyway.

You shimmy out of your sweat pants until they're down at your ankles revealing your panties. Baby blue printed boyshorts, fabric soaked until they look a nearly new navy shade. You feel his laughter less than you hear it, turning your head to glare at him. He smiles a little at you.

"Those are cute too," Togame comments. You can hear his voice so clearly like this you think you'll collapse if you pay too much attention to it. "Too bad you made 'em all messy."

You swallow a sound, too horny to protest. He stops you before you can take your panties off.

"Didn't you say you normally touch over the fabric when you're sensitive? Do that."

"But—"

"Just trust me," He promises. He kisses your hair. Your heart thuds when he does it. It's an innocent gesture. "It'll make it more satisfying, okay?"

Your shaky as you spread yourself a little wider and slip your hand down between your legs. All the desire you're holding starts to unwind as your middle finger slides over the soaked seam of your cotton panties. They're cuter than normal, printed with florals and lace trimmed. Absolutely drenched in your arousal. You rub a small circle into your clit and your whole body breaks out into shivers, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

You could cum like this. Just from this. But you want something more, something better so you force yourself to go slow.

"It's messy," Togame hums, nonchalant. "You get easier than I thought you would. Are you going slow so you don't cum right away?"

"Don't point it out, aah,"

"You should cum if you want too," Togame suggests.

"No," You whine. "Wanna cum with the toy."

"Wanna cum with a cock inside you, ya mean? A silicone one but still. Not enough to just touch yourself, you need something more, is that it?"

He says the words so casually, so lightly. Almost friedly despite how filthy they are. There's no malice in them.

Spoken like high praise or affection. The kind you'd show a kitten,.

"Kame—"

"Didn't know your had such a need pussy. No wonder it's hard to cum all by yourself, huh?"

"Stop being mean," You gasp. "I'll cum,"

He laughs at that. It's genuine and bright.

"Too much for ya, huh? S'okay. Take these off now. Finger yourself. Make sure you get all that mess you made so we can use on your toy. It'll hurt if it's dry going in."

You feel blindsided by just how much Togame is talking. He's been so quiet, so brief and unreadable. He feels like his usual self too much, to your complete detriment. His voice is teasing, yet warm and sweet. He smells good and he's pressing you all against his chest. Your fingers tremble as you slide your panties down to your ankles same as before. You end up shimmying the rest of your clothes off.

You're so aroused it's easy to get the first finger in. Your hole twitches, the entrance pleasurable as slowly ease your middle finger down to knuckle. You til your head towards Togame as you get adjusted to the intrusion easily from how wet you are, pouting your lips. He gives into the kiss right away, warm tongue and soft lips familiar to you now. You ease yourself into the pace of his kiss, whimpering into his mouth as you slowly open yourself on second finger.

"I want it so bad," You mumble. He laughs against your mouth.

"I can tell. Can barely string a sentence together. You want to cum huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"What a naughty pussy. You're trembling from just fingering yourself. Won't you cum right away if I put in you at once? I'll have to go slowly," Togame explains. He speaks the filth so naturally. "Take my time so you're stretched nicely and not scared anymore. I'll turn the vibrator on after it's already inside so you can't run away from it. You can cum to your hearts content, then."

"I'm still scared," You admit. You're just so horny you're unsure of what else to do. He leans down to kiss you again, nose brushing against yours intimately.

"Don't be scared. Just focus on stretching so you're not so tight. I'll praise you if you take it in easily."

Your voice gives once you manage to get a third in. Togame doesn't stop kissing you, barely giving you enough air to breathe. He plays with your chest with his free hand, and holds the toy with the other.

A string of spit connects you. Your thighs are aching, body burning hot as you look at him directly.

"Wanna cum," You slur your words, speaking in short sentences. Togame grins a little.

"Take your fingers out and show them to me."

Your stomach flips but you comply with the request. Your face burns from how soaked they are.

"Good. Rub them on the toy now. Get it as sticky as you can."

Your heart is pounding is loud in your ears as you clumsily coat your new toy with your own mess. You watch it gain a fresh shine, baby blue turning reflective as you push it against and between your fingers until all of it's coated as best you can.

"That's it, good. Spread your legs now. Gonna put it in. Want me to kiss you?"

You nod sheepishly and close your eyes. Togame laughs warmly before kissing you again.

Your whole body throbs in anticipation for it. A muscular forearm and hand slip between your legs as you spread yourself open, your feet flat on the bed for easier access. Togame forces his tongue into your open mouth, kissing you wet and hard as he tweaks your nipples. You feel pleasantly suffocated from the pressure before gasping into his mouth.

The swollen silicone head of your toy stretches your pussy more than you thought it would. You've never had a toy with angles so the sensations are all new. You can feel it so well inside of you, you can barely keep your composure long enough to stop moaning as just the tip slides in. Togame swallows each noise from your mouth. His kisses feel almost ferocious now when they were so composed before, free hand cupping your jaw from one side.

He fucks it in slowly, rocking the toy by its handle slowly until you get used to it - giving you moments between to adjust. You can feel it bottom out inside of you, the head pressing so precise on your swollen gspot you could cum from bucking your hips. Your sensitivity is over the top. Every touch and and tease and bump makes your cunt clench and throb.

The blunt end of the rubber attachment presses against your needy little clit. Togame moves the toy a little, fucking you with it slightly again. Barely. It still nearly makes you cum.

You feel like he's edging you. Anymore than this, you think you'll go crazy.

"Kame-chan." Your voice is beyond wrecked, throat as one of your hands reaches to cling desperately to his short sleeves. You fist it, teary. "Jo, turn it on please. Make me cum. Wanna cum so bad, 'm so close, please, please. C'mon."

"Turning it on, baby. Easy."

The word baby makes your body melt.

A slight click sounds as Togame turns on the vibrator.

Your whole body lurches at the sudden change. Togame pins you with his own, keeps his hands steady and the toy inside of you without skipping a beat. The soft whirr of the first setting completely unravels you. It feels like every nerve in your body is being pulled apart, electricity through a frayed copper wire. The muscles in your body aching with anticipation after so many dissatisfying orgasms clench tight as your body prepares itself for something so vast your mind can't process it at all. Your hands fist at your sides, clutching the sheets as you get close to cumming.

You're thrashing from the sensation. It's so much, too much - you've never felt anything like it before. You feel full and euphoric and your head is spinning. It feels so good it terrifies you, makes you clench up hard in how unbearably unrelenting it is. There's no pace, no where to escape from. The vibrations are strong but not overwhelming to the point you can't feel them.

You're so senstive all over your body and it's touching you in two places.

Your spine starts to curl into an arch, hips stuttering and twisting as you feel it rushing over your consciousness. Fuck, you've wanted this for so long. It's exactly the high you've been chasing after on your own for so many months it's making your brain feel like like mush. Animal instinct forces your hips up, bucking against Togame's hand where he holds the toy. You're fucking yourself on it. You can hear him laugh as he moves to meet you ruts.

You feel like you're losing your fucking mind.

"G-gonna—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't, I can't, I can't. Feels so good, Ican't."

He leans in and gets close to your ear, tongue caressing the lobe before biting it soft.

"Yes you can. You want it so bad don't you? Wanna cum all over this cock so bad you've been aching for it. I know you want it, I can see it. Look how much your moving your hips." His voice is shaking, hands flicking your nipples messy and harsh as he speaks. "Look what a mess you're making. You're leaking everywhere. You want it badly right? Don't think about it and cum. Cum as much as you want. Cum for me,"

The last words are the ones to snap the thread inside of you.

Your brain bluescreens as your body seizes before finally, finally giving you the orgasm you've been chasing. You smash your lips against Togame's as your spine arches off the bed, thrashing in place. Something in you undoes - and you feel a wet rush spray from between your legs at the same time your orgasm hits. Your mind feels completely and utterly blanked. Your body is in total rapture, uncontrollable pleasure fucking your brain until you're stupid and slack jawed. It feels so good, so so good. You didn't know anything could ever feel that good in your life. It's scary.

You feel like you could get addicted. Your high rides out for much longer than ever before. In between sloppy kisses, you say the same words over and over and over. Togame grips you close to him as you do.

"Jo," You mutter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you—feels so fffucking good, fuck. I can't, I can't. Off, off. 's too much, I'll pee."

Instead of turning it off, he turns the vibration up by one. Your eyes fly open as you gasp, words rushed. Panicked.

"I can't," You swear, looking at him for mercy. His face is flushed. "I can't, Jo-chan, I'll cum again, I'll—"

"Cum." He says, demands - voice rougher than you've heard it all night. "I know you can. Cum,"

On demand practically, your legs seize up and you cum again a second time in near succession. You feel so fucking incredible you think you're going to die.

"Fuck!"

You squirt again, body nearly giving out as more short spurts soak your sheets and mattress. Your pussy is pulsing in the after math, trembling and clenching so violently. You whine loudly as Togame stops the vibration and pulls the toy out, shivering as it catches on your tight hole before coming out of it with a soft pop.

Your legs are twitching.

Even though Togame has no more reason to kiss you he does. And even though you're well past the point of needing to kiss him back, you do more affectionately than any time prior.

"You made me feel so good it's freaking me out." You admit, shaking uncontrollably.

Togame pauses before breaking out into genuine laughter. He kisses your head, arm wrapping around your shoulders until you're hugged against him.

"You were so sexy like that."

You blink at him, face flushed.

"Sexy?"

"I was really hard seeing you cum," He says, casually looking down. "I didn't know you could be cute and ask for kisses. You're usually more—"

You put a hand over his mouth.

"Whatever you're gonna say shut up,"

He just smiles, cheek against your hair. "I'm glad you got to feel good."

"What about you?" You mumble, feeling your heart pick up just asking. "Are you still hard? I feel like I should pay you back somehow,"

He looks at you seriously. "Do you know what you're implying?"

You fold a little but nod anyway. "Yeah."

"Do you really? The monk thing is a joke, you know. If you offer something like that, I won't be able to stop."

"It's fine," You say confidently before adding, much quieter. "I r-really want to do... it with you."

Togame pauses before kissing you deeply. Your whole body feels molded to him now.

"Damn it." He looks down at you, black hair sticking to his skin. You wanna feel his undercut with your hands in his hair. "You know this ain't normal between friends, right?"

"Uhm, yeah? I figured."

"Don't go around getting help from anyone."

You shake your head. "It's only 'cause it's you."

He scrubs a hand over his face and laughs. "You don't need to stir me up anymore. I'm already hard enough. Can't keep my composure at all."

You tilt your head in confusion. Togame just sighs.

"Don't worry about it." He says, shaking his head. "How soon can I get my thanks?"

Your eyes widen as you clench again. "Uhm. Now, if you want it."

He grins a little lazy, eyes swimming with adoration.

"I do," He hums, laying back as you get up from where you've been laying. "Come over here and let me touch you properly then."

"Is that what you really want?"

You climb ontop of him, bare naked almost as your hoodie falls back down over your torse. Togame slides the fabric up and gives you a meaningful look.

"More than anything,"

[bouncybongfairy]

Tease War

Ghost Simon Riley x Fem Reader

Summary: You try to tease Ghost until he breaks. Probably would have succeeded if you weren't a slut with self control issues.

Word Count: 1.0k

Ref Account: @kaionyx.

^(More specifically that post about teasing... obviously)^

TW: Rough Smut, Overtimulation, Dumbification, Thigh Riding

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Hearing the sound of the front door open and slamming shut made your stomach jump. Ghost was gone for the weekend and it felt like an eternity. For the past two days all you could think about was having him on top of you. Completely destroying your achy cunt while whispering the most vile things into your ear. Nothing satisfied you the way he did. It wasn’t just sex with him, you never fucked anyone that could bring you so close to your limits. Someone who could command complete control without needing to lay a finger on you. Hearing the heavy stomps of his boots upstairs made your heart skip a beat. You jumped slightly when he opened the door, the loud -thunk- of his duffle bag hitting the floor. He was still wearing most of his tactical gear, he looked huge. 

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and rough. You sat up and grabbed his shirt as he walked by the bedframe, trying to pull him into the tangled mess of blankets. 

“Come here,” you whine, pulling harder. 

“I have to get undressed,” he chuckles, starting to shed his gear and clothes. 

Part of you felt like he was teasing you; putting on a show. Biting the inside of your lip as he unlaced his boots. Unbuckling his belt, drawing attention to his bulge. Peeling his shirt off, making every muscle in his torso flex. The waistband of his boxers was extremely low, exposing his happy trail. His skin was littered with cuts, scraps and bruises. Taking his mask off lets his hair wild, standing up in several places. 

“You’re doing that on purpose,” you point out. 

“Doing what?” he asks. 

“Teasing me…” you said it with confidence but felt a little silly after vocalizing it. 

“All it takes is for me to undress in front of you to tease you? What are you gonna bust from a hug?” he chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed and turning on his controller. 

“Right, like you wouldn't fold if I did the same,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Come on love, we both know who’s more capable of showing self control. Don’t we?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you chuckled. 

“If you’d like to test my resolve, be my guest,” he said. 

You were determined to do exactly that, feeling quite confident that you’d break him first. Running your hands down his chest and onto his stomach from behind. Sucking hickies onto his neck, letting your lips drag up and down his skin. You moved to straddle him, playing with his hair while grinding against his bulge. The only thing separating your sexes was his boxers. You could feel him getting hard, his skin warming up and a red glow forming on his cheeks. Getting on your knees and pressing kisses against his bulge, admiring how his length was straining against the fabric. 

When that wasn’t giving any reaction, you take your shirt off. Turning around and grinding yourself against him. Letting your back rest against his chest, your head falling back on his shoulder. Moaning quietly into his ear as you rocked your hips against his length. The longer you went at it, the more you were getting worked up. Sweaty and breathing hard, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. Eventually you have to stop because you are getting close. You turn back around and get on your knees in front of him, catching your breath. He was looking down at you, grinning from ear to ear. 

One of the things he loved about you was how intelligent you were. It amazed him that physical gratification dumbed you down to such a primitive level. It was so obvious that you were breaking down, becoming more cock-drunk by the second. Kneeling in front of him, red in the face, practically panting with your cheek resting against his knee. How could a girl with such a perspective mind be completely oblivious to being used for show. All he could do was smile down at you, watching you do all the work for him. 

“Ignorance must be bliss, yeah?” he asked, brushing some hair out of your face; the contact making you arch your back. 

His dick twitched, watching how sensitive and overstimulated you had made yourself. Frenetically rambling about how much you wanted him. How long you waited for him to come home, offering any service you could think of in exchange for more than his eyes on you. A burning sensation began to develop in your stomach and chest. Extreme lust turned into frustration from him being so reactionless. His smirk that you earlier read as bashful was now just antagonistic. Sitting in the same position he started in; cocky bastard. You stood up and started riding his thigh, wetness immediately running down his leg. 

You suck in a loud gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and moaning into his ear. No longer caring about the silly mind games from before. Your sex was swollen and hot against his skin. He pulled away from you and leaned back slightly, still doing nothing more for you other than watching. Admiring your chest bouncing and facial expressions. You grabbed his hand and held it to your throat, letting your head tilt back. The feeling of him touching you made you speed up on his thigh. Guiding his hand to slide down your body as you were getting closer. 

Your stomach was tightening and your legs were shaking. It was becoming harder to keep yourself up right once you were within reach of your climax. He finally threw you a bone and flick his thumb over your nipple which sent you over the edge. Cumming on his thigh, you rest your sweaty forehead against his shoulder. Letting out strangled moans while riding out your high. Feeling your pussy twitch against his thigh made him want to pin you against the mattress. Once you were done, you crawled off him and collapsed on the bed. He thought it was endearing that you assumed he was done with you.

[icarusredwings]

I love how you write call girl Wade and having her as gender fluid, honestly I live for a gender ambiguous take on him, it scratches the brain PERFECTLY

And Logan would be obsessed

Just constantly having Wade in his lap, not letting her get more than an arms reach away unless absolutely necessary for their little scams

Girl why you always in my inbox as anonymous.

Were friends. How am I supposed to tag you in cool posts if I dont know who you are.

I do like genderfluid wade and ive been messing around with them for a bit. Wade is literally the "I think im gender fluid but theres a gunfight going on 24/7 so idc about that rn"

So if logan were to genuinely ask, gently bring it up, Hed probably joke at first like wym haha im not a girl and logan would just blink and be like "Just be who you want to be" and suddenly- He's at a dress shop, sitting outside the dressing room awkwardly making eyecontact with the employees who walk by to see him holding 18 different dresses.

"Sir you cant smoke in here"

"You want me to put it out on your forehead?"

When wade comes out theyre in this really pretty kind of pinup dress. "What do you think!?"

Logan sighs, puts it out on his boot and smiles fondly. "Well arnt you gonna spin around?"

So he does and then giggles. "It has pockets!"

So he looks up to the clerk like "What other colours you have of that?"

Wanda has all sorts of dresses now but her signature for gamble nights is a short sparkly one almost similar to sabrina carpenters and a garter with prada heels.

Even pearls. Real pearls to match what ever colour suit logan is wearing. A small "dibs" on her at all times.

By definition Call girl means a sex worker who works by appointment only rather then standing the streets or working for a "any time" brothel.

Sometimes tables get suspicious.

"Whos the girl?"

"Ahh nutin. Just a call girl."

"You pay'er to walk around witcha or smth?"

"Something like that. I play better if I have someone pretty to look at instead of ya ugly mugs."

Pretty much, anyone who makes an appointment dies. Mainly because thats her profession. To butter up her targets, take'em home and then takem out in body bags. Since call girls are "higher class" then regular prostitutes they often have protection with cartel or mafia, especially in this particular setting.

So yeah, sometimes Logan has to grit his teeth and play pimp. "Sell" Wanda off to a sorry sap but it makes him so happy to know she just comes back home and fucks him silly to soothe his jealousy. Its a rush lifestyle. Always on the go, always having the adrenaline of winning or the endorphins of flirting, leading them on, the relief that rushes down wandas back when she finally gets to kill them.

Its a great little scheme they have going on here but sometimes theres more trouble then they bargin for or sometimes one of the players will call wanda ugly and it sets Logan off and sends wade into a hysterical session of tears and refusing to let anyone see them for awhile without any make up on. It pisses patch off a lot actually because he works hard to make sure she feels pretty at all times, even telling her how pretty she is while holding her hair back and their head in the toilet. Cancer is not any kinder to them in this au but at the end of the day if Wanda can make everyone in this room want a piece of his ass while said ass is sitting on Patches lap? Theyre happy.

[laswells-ashtray]

Okay, here me out on this. Gonna do this anonymously cause social anxiety is scary and I've never left an ask before, first time for everything I suppose. :')

I was randomly just watching the missions for MW3 cause I loved the concepts of some of them, just hated how most of it played out (Like how did Graves survive being blown up? Or how it felt like the story was rushed at points). Then I remembered the mission where Price got trapped in that silo thingy with the poisonous gas stuff that I cannot remember for the life of me what it is called (Think the mission was called Reactor,if you wanted to look it up if I don't explain it that well). Loved that mission cause to me it showed that Price wasn't this almighty powerful captain that doesn't get injured that badly compared to everyone else in 141.

Had a random thought of just the in-between part of when Price passed out to when he woke up on the helo. Was scrolling through the random posts and when I got to the one where Mac had met Price's team and stuff all I could think about was what if Gaz or Soap or anyone who's met Mac just tell Nik or Laswell to call for grandpa. I find it hilarious just the thought of Price's subordinates panicking over the fact that their captain, (and practically father figure sometimes due to how often he mother hens them), had inhaled poisonous gas then passed out and wanted help from someone who's known Price for years. Then cue Mac just showing up on base in Price's office or calling Price really late at night being like "You have 5 seconds to explain what happened and how in the world you got into that situation Mister. I do not care that you're a captain now I still hold seniority over you Price, I will pull that card you little shit." Cause despite the fact that Price was a pain in the ass when he was Mac's sergeant he still cares for the stubborn Brit's wellbeing.

Sorry if I started ranting, I love cod and finding the posts have made me do my happy stims. :) Especially reading the silly ones, always makes me feel better when having a bad day.

Made me get my glasses for this one, in a good way I'm just blind as shit. A little bit. Also never apologise for ranting, this is a safe place for ranting, rambling and threats of bodily harm but only if they're polite about it.

Firstly, I know exactly what mission you're talking about because I can't get past the second juggernaut and had to rage quit because I was giving myself a stress headache.

Secondly. I've missed writing more Mac if only because I have to write so English-ly for everyone else.

When the door opens, John doesn't look up. He assumes it's Nikolai coming to check on him, Ghost popping his head in to call him a twat again or one of the sergeants asking how he's doing. He doesn't expect to see the same, worn soles of some battered old boots that he's been trying to convince Mac to get rid of for over ten years park themselves on his desk.

Nor does he expect to see Mac watching him, arms crossed over his chest, and a look of blatant fury on his face that makes the hair on the back of John's neck stand up.

His chest is still tight and there's a familiar ache in his throat, he's too old to be getting fucking gassed anymore. Whatever cancer he'll be riddled with in ten years is not worth it.

"Well?"

He isn't stupid enough to answer that, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk. If Mac didn't look ready to deck him, he'd likely be lecturing John about "uncooked joints on the table".

"Jus no gonnae say a fucking hing tae me? Dae a luk like a store dug?"

He groans and ignores the rattling behind his ribs, running a hand over his face as he prays that maybe, just maybe Mac will go easy on him.

"What have you been told?"

He doesn't bother asking "and by who?" because he doesn't want to be annoyed at any of them, and it was likely Kate.

"Ye inhaled a fuck ton ae somehin ye shouldnae 've and a hud to hear about it fae someday else."

He nods, looking at the older man wearily. "That's about it, didn't think you'd need a play-by-play."

Mac lowers his feet off of the edge of the desk and drags his chair closer to the desk with a grating scraping noise that makes john wince.

"Right, lad. Genuine question, are ye a fuckin tit?"

It appears to be just that, a genuine question if the way Mac is arching a brow at him means anything. The Scot doesn't allow him the opportunity to answer before talking again.

"Ye must be, cuz we both ken launchin heed first intae somethin filt wae somehin that mangles ye is some biblical arsehole-ity, John."

John briefly considers slamming his head on the desk. It'd do no good to explain that it was for the mission, Mac would probably just skelp him over the back of the head for implying that wasn't something the retiree already knew.

"You did worse back in the day."

MacMillan only narrows his eyes at him, clenching his hands into fists on his lap.

"Dae ye take me as a gid fuckin example wae these things, son?"

John shakes his head, staring down at the desk in front of him.

"Swear tae fuck, ye pull a stupid stunt like that again and a'll huv yer fucking knees wae a crowbar. Christ, is yer self-preservation that far oot the fuckin windae?"

That has John looking back up at him through narrowed eyes, everyone kept jumping down his throat about it as if they wouldn't have all done the same for the sake of a mission. It was part of the job.

Mac slams his hand down on the edge of the desk, irritation washing over his face in waves.

"Dinnae fuckin luk at me like that, crabbit wee git. A get tae rip intae ye fir stupid shite like this or did ye forget that? The fuckin heart attacks ye put me through fir years and ye huvnae changed a bit? Ye canne be dain that tae every, ye might act like an ignorant arse but ye've got folk aroon here that actually don't like the thought ae attending yer fuckin funeral, ye daft cunt."

Maybe the older man can see the exhaustion that's settled in John's bones, wearing him away from the inside out. Or maybe this is just how MacMillan felt years ago, it might just be an inherited trait that presents itself alongside the captain title.

"Get tae bed, son. We're talkin aboot this the morra. And tea wae lemon fir yer throat, ye sound like ye've been gargling shrapnel."

[s10127470]

Meet the Spider Family

Hey there folks!

I'm back again with another post about Spider-Man!

But luckily, this one isn't gonna possibly give me a hernia.

I'm here today to introduce you to the main cast of my upcoming fanfic, Spider-Man: Family Values, which will be premiering next month during Thanksgiving week.

I don't really have much of a intro to this, so we're just gonna ahead and get in.

Spider-Man:

Real Name: Peter Parker

Age: 28

Height: 5'9

Weight: 162 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and muscular build, fair skin, brown hair in the form of a mullet with his trademark frontal bangs, and hazel eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Causal Outfit: A red sweater with a white, long-sleeved collared shirt underneath, a open blue jacket, blue jeans with rolled up cuffs at the bottom, red and white sneakers, and round lenses glasses.

Hero Outfit:

-Still goofy and kinda silly, but also mature and very empathic.

-Is a HAPPILY MARRIED to Mary Jane and the proud father of Mayday Parker.

-An amazing and valuable mentor to Miles and many of the other younger superheroes.

-Works part-time as a substitute teacher at his old high school, Midtown High. He's essentially kind of a stay-at-home dad and house husband, which gives him more time to patrol the streets.

-Always visits his dear Aunt May.

-A true friend.

-Well-liked and respected by nearly all of the superhero community.

-Honorary member of The Fantastic Four and a part-time Avenger.

-Still the Friendly Neighbor Hero we all know in love.

Mayday Parker:

Age: 5

Height: 3'4

Weight: 49 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a slim build, fair skin, long brown hair, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit:

-A little ball of hyperactive joy and wonder.

-Inherited her father's goofiness.

-Also inherited his spider powers. Luckily, Peter is helping her learn how to control her strength.

-Currently in kindergarten.

-Wants to follow in her father's footsteps and continue his legacy, which while touched by, makes Peter a little concerned.

Mary Jane Watson-Parker:

Age: 28

Height: 5'10

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a top heavy build, fair skin, long red hair with her trademark bangs, red lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Married

Casual Outfit: A green navel-bearing sweater, blue jeans with a black belt and gold buckle, and black Mary Jane heels.

-Confident and free-spirited, but also loving and understanding.

-Got with Peter during their college years, and eventually got married shortly after graduation.

-Works as AN ACTRESS, MODEL, AND FASHION DESIGNER. She also pays the apartment's rent (thanks to how much she makes from her career), hence why Peter only has a part-time job.

-Has a stash of weapons just in case of a potential home invasion. Her favorite is the shotgun.

-Always thinking of new suit ideas for Peter.

Spider-Man:

Real Name: Miles Morales

Age: 18

Height: 5'9

Weight: 165 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has a lean and slightly muscular build, dark skin, brown hair in the same style from the Spider-Verse films, dark brown lips, and brown eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A red hoodie with a white X-Men symbol at the center, black shorts, black socks, and red and white Nikes.

Hero Outfit:

-Cool, friendly, artistic and street-smart.

-Has been a Spider person for about 4 years now.

-Peter and Mayday see Miles like a brother.

-Is a freshman at Empire State University, majoring in art.

-Currently dating Hailey Cooper.

-Works as a freelance artist.

Venom:

Real Name: Eddie Brock

Age: 38

Height: 6’5 (7’5 as Venom)

Weight: 270 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, scruffy blonde hair in something of a flattop style, a beard, and blue eyes.

Relationship Status: Divorced

Casual Outfit: A black T-shirt, blue jeans, and tan army boots.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's greatest enemy and hater, but eventually became his friend and one of his most trustworthy allies.

-Awkward, a little reversed, and pretty goofy (especially as Venom).

-Is not only Mayday's honorary uncle, but also her godfather.

-Still works at The Daily Bugle as a reporter.

-Was previously married to Anne Weying and they owned a dog named Woody together. But due to his previously slipping sanity and madness caused by Peter, she left him and took the dog with her. To this day, Eddie is still ashamed by this and wishes to patch things up with Anne and Woody, but doesn't know if he can.

Agent Anti-Venom:

Real Name: Flash Thompson

Age: 29

Height: 6’3 (5'3 while in wheelchair)

Weight: 170 lbs (470s as Venom)

Physical Appearance: Has a broad and muscular build, fair skin, long curly blonde hair with frontal bangs that cover his eyes, a stubble beard, and no legs.

Relationship Status: Single

Casual Outfit: A blue T-shirt and tan shorts.

Hero Outfit:

-Was once Peter's bully, but grew to become his closest friend.

-Still quite prideful and boastful, but far more humble than when he was a teenager.

-Is Mayday's other honorary uncle.

-Dropped out of the college to serve in the Army.

-Lost his legs during his service. Usually gets around in either a wheelchair or with a pair of prosthetic legs.

-Works as the gym teacher at his old high school, Midtown.

Silk:

Real Name: Cindy Moon

Age: 27

Height: 5'7

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded and muscular build, light skin, long black hair, pink lips, and black eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black bandeau, blue sweatpants jeans, and black sandals.

Hero Outfit:

-Was an old classmate of Peter's who mysteriously disappeared one day during high school. The reason why was because during the Midtown sophomore field trip to Oscorp, Cindy found herself bit by a radioactive Golden Silk Orb Weaver spider. Unfortunately, she caught the attention of the company and soon enough, found herself whisked away by them to an off-shore facility, where she was experimented on like a guinea pig for the next 10 years. Luckily, she was discovered by Peter and Felicia, who promptly broke her out.

-Suffers from a bit of social anxiety, so she tends to come off as quiet and quite reserved. But she's ultimately quite caring, friendly and imaginative.

-Isn one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Is currently dating Felicia.

-Shares an apartment with Flash.

-Works at The Daily Bugle as a journalist. Usually works close with Eddie.

Black Cat:

Real Name: Felicia Hardy

Age: 29

Height: 5'11

Weight: 125 lbs

Physical Appearance: Has an hourglass figure with a well-rounded build, light skin, long platinum blonde hair, black lips, and green eyes.

Relationship Status: Dating

Casual Outfit: A black crop-top, black leggings that bear the G-string of her thong, black heels, and golden neck rings (with similar sets on her arms).

Hero Outfit:

-Thanks to Peter, Felicia has given up her thieving ways. But she hasn't gotten rid of her skills though. She's now uses them as a private detective instead.

-She's the founder of Cat's Eye Investigations, which she runs with street-level heroes Tarantula and Humbug.

-Still flirtatious and sassy, but does have a lot of sincerity and heart.

-Is one of Mayday's honorary aunts.

-Despite her previous romantic feelings for Peter, she holds no ill will towards MJ. Essentially since she's moved on to someone else (Cindy).

Well that's all for now!

Let me know what you guys think about this little family idea of mine! Definitely planning on doing some more with other Marvel characters!

[mayweneverdie]

Okay I'm so sorry for the Charles request dump I am about to impose on you!

Headcanons for Charles taking care of his wounded (deadly and non deadly versions) S/O?

Charles is so near and dear to me…

Cw: injury, death, descriptions of reader dead, Charles almost vomits but doesn’t, possible punctuation errors (curse you, commas) if any of these triggers distress in you: scroll away!

Uhmmm I’m feeling silly so I’m gonna make this a drabble!! If you don’t like the drabble I can redo it and make it into headcanons!

Also sorry for waiting almost a year to respond i’ve just been dead. Also also i’m writing for post chapter 6/during epilogue.

—

(Non-lethal)

You didn’t usually go this far from home, and definitely not for this long.

Worry only grew more as the clock ticked by. He knows you’re capable, but he can’t help but to worry. After all you’re the only one he has left to remember the other’s by and one of the only ones to understand him for who he truly is.

Ivory teeth chew and gnaw at the inside of his cheek as he fiddles with his bowl. His bowl long since empty and yours still full, though cold.

Just as he was about to head out with coat in hand, the door opens. You had some new wounds, which were thankfully only skin deep. Ever the gentleman he helps you inside and sets you down on a kitchen chair.

“You had me worried…” He tells you as he fetches some alcohol and bandages, “I was gonna go out and find you.”

He dabs some of the alcohol into your skin and whispers small apologies with every single one of your winces and hissed breaths.

“Rocks can be vicious.” You jest with a small smile.

He’s just happy you’re safe again.

—

(Lethal)

Nearly eight hours.

Eight hours and you were no where to be seen.

His breath turns to fog like a boat powered on steam. The tip of his nose felt near frozen as the frost nips at his skin. He walks on foot after having to leave his horse behind in favor of following your footsteps. Thankfully the snow hasn’t covered them yet.

His heart was pounding. Not from exhaustion, rather from the anxiety that had built up. ‘They’re capable’ he tells himself, ‘They just got a little lost’.

In a way he was right.

Soon enough your footprints start becoming less visible as the snow becomes more dense and Charles has to start guessing if these are your footprints or someone else’s.

Or something.

His eyes go wide and his body freezes seeing you slumped against a rock. Your skin paler than usual and lips dried and cracked. An icy red paints the sediment behind you.

The snow crunches beneath his boot with every painful step.

Ends of your fingers blistered and raw, scratches and bites on your face… what happened?

He could hardly believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t you, it couldn’t be! He was just seeing things… right?

With shaky hands he reaches forward and gags realizing his reality. He quickly draws his hand back while the other goes to cover his mouth. Hardened brown eyes quickly divert to the snow below him as tries his best not to lose his stomach.

After what feels like an eternity, he scoops up your cold self and makes the journey back home.

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I hope this was good!!! It’s been forever since I’ve last wrote something (that wasn’t in hc format). If you’d rather these in hc format then I can do that.

Also I’m kind of an idiot and sort of kind of diverged from the ask but it’s still there!!!!

I feel like a mcdonald employee fucking up and order 😔 my bad

[mr-urple]

Name at least 1 thing you like about each of your moots

Okay so I have a lot of moots so I'm just gonna talk about my tumblr family

Tomi: The little bro ever..... he's always so fun to be around and I love his art sm.. she's literally such a creature and I want to hold him and feed him crackers and chips hehehe..... but also he's so sweet and caring?? He says he's bad at comfort and emotions but I always feel so reassured by his presence and he's able to just... calm me down... also I love getting drunk and high with him when we chat we're so sigmAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFUCK THE BRAINROT

Val: He's my wife /silly

Okay but seriously, he's actually so amazing. He always knows how to make me feel better and he's helped me so much... he's funny and makes me giggle, he has the cutest laugh and an adorable smile with that gap tooth of his and his voice is like music to my ears and I love how he's so talented and creative and I admire him so much... I'm so lucky to be able to call him my boyfriend and I wouldn't trade him for the world

Phan: She's my beloved nee-chan.. she looks out for me all the time and makes sure I'm okay whenever I make a vent post. She's such a stable and protective figure for me, and the first person I go to for advice. I love her sense of humor and I laugh whenever she drops into my blog and is just. Confused by my anons/asks/posts it's so funny jkhdjskhkjasa also gET HER AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD SHE'S TOO GOOD AT ANGST /lh

Endy: My wonderful big brother.... I'm always so worried about him but I'm also glad he's still here. He's so very silly and I love how he draws bodies like everyone is so squishy and I love that sm?? Also he's really fucking hilarious and he makes me giggle... also I want to like????? Feed him cookies. Idk he and Tomi are The Creatures™ of the fam hehehe

Cin: I would write a whole as paragraph but I actually hate her rn she's literally killing me with her art shE DRAW'S D SO SHAPED IM SHAKING IM QUIVERING IN MY BOOTS AND CRYING SCREAIMGN IM FATALLY WOUDNED AAAAAAAAAAAAA

[zephamello]

thoughts on the dave clones in general? there are so many...

*Cracks knuckles* here we go

I absolutely adore them all but we gonna go through each one in detail. Just gonna go through the order on the wiki list

This one!! I headcanon named him Squish / Squishy :D He's my favorite clone based on appearance, he looks like a big confused sweetie and I just. want to bundle him up and give him a cuddle. He looks innocent and he deserves to be loved.

Kinda like with Sarah I headcanon that his "imperfect flaw" besides the melted skin and teeth is, he has an extreme sensitivity to sound. Like normal talking volume and above is really harsh on his ears and that's why he does the scream thing (I got that vibe from his sound, what sounds like the room full of people talking and then him freaking out). 10 out of 10 will hug again and again

Neck guy! Honestly he just depressed me so. damn. bad. his lore and what happened to him and what happened leading up to him breaking his neck. It was just, really heartbreaking and if I could kick Dave Tab Cander Ruy in the ass for it I would make sure to have the biggest steel toe boots known to mankind on first.

His sound bc of his lore is also depressing as hell, but I do really like how it sounds, it is kinda eerie too. I hate how quickly it gets drowned out when you put other sounds up though :(

In my AU he is called Moore and was actually named by Sketch / Stanlee :D He's a big innocent sweetheart that loves cuddles, especially from Tab. He does get a brace so he can hold his head up :3

The blue one!!

I absolutely love his design and everything about it, anything with the teeth is just really cool. I also love how he's the only clone with colour on him and it looks like a snazzy cozy scarf

His sound is really cool too, it's another one of those signature Breakthrough sounds that's really great <3

In my AU he named himself Aster! He is very intelligent like the perfect clone, although he is very clumsy. He can get lost walking in a straight line, he'll trip and fall when just standing still, he falls out of bed at night. But Tab always helps him whenever he can <3

The perfect clone <3

I just really like his design. The eyes staring into your soul and the shadow on his face, it really gives him the evil clone vibe and I love it smmm

He's my favorite clone in terms of the sound he makes, and he's my favorite sound in all of Breakthough! Idk how to describe it, but it's just really cool and anytime I hear him in a mix I immediately love that mix very much

In my AU Tab named him Dave, after himself, in one attempt to mask that the guy is actually his clone. He's about like Tab in every way. Except times 100. A very exaggerated Tab xD But he is innocent at heart, he sees Tab like his dad and loves him a lot

Last but certainly not least, our other favorite ceiling dweller, the Imperfect Clone! I was so excited to find a clip of his jumpscare, I never got to encounter it before the original mod post was taken down nkdnfkljbn

He is The Silly! Given who he is, his design is perfect (oh the irony), it also gives off that evil clone vibe. The lack of detail really does a lot for him and I don't think anything else could be done to somehow make him better :D

His sound is really creepy too, I both wish he kinda did a little more, and am kinda glad that that's all he does. If his sound was extended in any way I feel like that would ruin his eeriness yk? What it is now suits him <3

In my AU he named himself Alan because he heard it on a show or something and thought it sounded really cool. He is also innocent at heart, though his emotions are a bit unstable. Extremely excited, extremely upset and prone to violent reactions. He just has a weird chemical/hormonal imbalance in his noggin that people have to be careful with their choice of words around him. All in all, he's a lovable, playful sweetheart that wants to play :D

(Also did anyone notice how none of the clones have Tab's white hair? I wonder if Tab did that on purpose when he made them.)

(You're never going to actually believe whose designs for them I adore)

[radioiaci]

Wanted to answer all the nice things I was given in one post, so find them under the read-more cuz it's long. <3

@radiiosugars ⧐ you are a wonderful writer and i enjoy seeing your portrayal! I smile when you're on my dash <3 the little details you include with his perspective really do paint a picture! (and i hope your day gets better! )

WEH THANK YOU SO MUCH SALT, you're a blessing and I wholeheartedly appreciate whenever you spam me on Discord with SILLIES even though I don't always have the capacity to respond right away fjkdjgjdg I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL AND YOUR ART TOO and thank you for the kindness 😭

@copaceticjillybean ⧐ You are…soooo good at stuff! Your Alastor portrayal, your art, it’s all just really really cool! I’m always so excited, when I see you post your animatics, or a new drawing, or a reply, because I know it’s gonna brighten up my day a bit! ; I know you’re having a hard time today, but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really neat and good at what you do. ^w^ ; Oh, and I almost forgot- you’re also just FUN. Like, your ooc posts are just cute and funny, and I like seeing you pop on and tell us what you’re thinking. You’re easy to talk to, and that means a lot, especially for someone like me who can get nervous talking with people >u<;

AAAA THANK YOU, I really do try to be as approachable as possible given the type of person that I am, so I really don't want anyone to feel like they CAN'T talk to me. sometimes the RPC can feel really limited and exclusive and I like to change that in whatever way I can. you are always very kind and fun to write with as well AND I CAN'T WAIT to see what sort of sillies Alastor and Jillian can get up to

@helluvaflames ⧐ I love the way you write Alastor and I'm still loving writing Fizzarolli and him in these scenes. You write Alastor so well and its been so fun to get to know him through our threads!

YES THANK YOU YOU GET ME, I love writin' with your lil Fizzy too! I'm also excited for Alastor and Angel's "date" LOL I'm sure there will be RIDICULOUSNESS there, just knowing how they generally interact. Thank you for putting up with me and my silly deer boy!!

@tinyfieryghost ⧐ YOUR ART IS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. I love how you draw Alastor and writing with you is always a pleasure! I also love how you write Alastor! Silly guy who can and will murder and maim!!! Also you're great to talk to in general!

LISTEN YOU, YOUR ART IS ALSO PHENOMENAL and I didn't think I genuinely would get as invested into Alastor/Ghost's relationship but him in my brain was just like? ? ? ? "this one is mine? ? ?? actually???" so I MEAN IT JUST HAPPENED THAT WAY and I'm not mad about it. I'M EXCITED for Al's encounter with Reaper fr fr and I love writing with you!!!

@visage-of-hell ⧐ *violently kicks in the door* DID SOMEONE SAY POSITIVITY???? ; Bitch, you're one of the most TALENTED fuckers I know on this site. Amazing writing style? Check. Brilliant character portrayal? Check. AND knock-your-socks-off gorgeous artistic skills to boot???? Dude, you are a triple threat of sheer creative genius--don't you DARE be doubting that for even a second!

WUH HUH BUH LISTEN you are ALSO very talented and I VERY MUCH love writing with Al and Vis together because they're a real ENEMY TO LOVER ARC MAYBE? AND I KNOW IT'S SLOW MOVING BECAUSE ALASTOR IS STUPID but I LOVE IT ALSO??? Thank you my friend, I love to talk with you too and share funny sillies and fawn over them being so STUPID

@damnedrainbows ⧐ //you’re one of my favorite alastors and truthfully I admired from the sidelines for a while because I felt inadequate hehehehe I can!t wait to interact with our muses more and see where it go for him and lucifer ; also forgot to tack on, amazing artist ; like seriously I link my friends your art all the time on discord lol

WHAT???? ONE OF UR FAVS???? STOPPIT. That always means a ton to me, especially because I know how many TALENTED and wonderful writers there are playing Alastor out there so that RLY MAKES ME FEEL GOOD AND VALUED and YOUR writing is also fantastic! Al/Lucifer's first thread is so weirdly deep after starting off as like almost a meme and I'm LIVING for it LOL. AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART LMAO maybe some day I'll draw something like actual serious for people to share jgdljgd but I enjoy drawing shitpost Al too much BUT THANK YOU this means a lot.

@lilitophidian ⧐ HEEEEY YOU, I LOVE YOUR LITTLE DEER, AND WE GOT SOME DOPE ASS SHIT GOING ON LIKE??? your writing is so fucking good I wanna do more threads with you at some point even though I have verbal diarrhea ; BUT YOU DESERVE THE BEST LIKE I TAKE TIME ON MY REPLIES TO YOU SO THEY ARE GOOD EATS??? Like, let me love on ya!!! ; Also your art ; I'd tattoo the pink dress wearing Alastor on my body fr

MY LIL DEER BOY YES I'M SO EXCITED for him to be.... tortured... mercilessly (that sounds bad LMAO) but LISTEN we are both wordy and I do NOT hate that one bit, I EAT IT UP YUMYUM gimmi all that good good exposition and artsy prose I LOVE that shit and you do it SO WELL. Also thank you for recommending frilly pink dress Alastor, I think he will never live that one down LMAO.

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ you are SO funny and sweet pascall, i love writing with you ( and your writing is amazing obviously i cannot live without it ) but even just our conversations ooc bring me lots of joy !! you have fantastic art and i am FLOORED by how creative you are ! thank you for making me funny shitposts and indulging my horrible brainrot 😭💜

I'M GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS listen the fact that you have put up with my dumbass over the last few weeks just constantly spamming you with radioapple shit means that you should get some type of AWARD HONESTLY. every IC interaction we have is so good and whenever you reply I'm like *VACCUUM NOISES* as i ABSORB IT. YOU're the one indulging MY horrible brainrot and u know what there's something beautiful about that. THANK YOU ily ily

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Thank you all for such kind words, it really did make me feel better about my poopy day. <3

[basilone]

Gonna do "security" and "risk" forrrr...your newest OC, whoever that might be!

Ahh, this actually made me pause for a few minutes in contemplation of which OC of mine is the newest. 😂 I had an unnamed-but-developed one in my head for a long time who finally recently got his name, but I also have a named one who's still very much in development. And for the sake of this lovely prompt, we're going with the latter! 💚 Let me introduce you to a post-war take on Gene Roe's life wife...

a few of my favorite things

He is already out like a light by the time she comes to bed. His work boots kicked off somewhere between front door and the little table on which they keep the house keys and incoming bills. His belt and shirt both hanging off the lone inherited chair in the hallway, partially obscuring the chintz that always makes her feel like an imposter in their own home.

They ain’t chintz people – she’s told Gene this a hundred times – but she ain’t going to be able to get rid of it until Gene’s Auntie Mamie dies. Never mind the fact that Auntie Mamie had only come to the house once, under what she’d claimed was great duress from Cousine Rachelle. Auntie Mamie still asks about the chintz chair at Thanksgiving every year, so in the hallway it remains.

Claudia thinks she’ll burn the thing someday. Watch it go up in flames while sitting out on the porch, sunglasses on to shield against the glare, sipping from an ice cold glass of sweet tea. Whenever Gene’s family gets like that – disapproving and expectant all at once – she takes another stab at the turkey and peas on her plate and keeps a burning chintz chair locked firmly in her mind’s eye.

Ain’t a thing a man can do to help where he’s from, though. She’s not about to hold that against him – ain’t Gene’s fault he came home from war and got her for a next-door neighbor, either, now is it? Though it’s one of the darndest things that it’s the French side of his family that keeps kicking up a fuss when she’s French through her daddy, too. She’s sure got that big Saint-Cyr name but not a penny to it. Often the name alone still opens people up, all bright and welcoming, but when they see her – too tan to be white, too many dark curls atop her head and dark eyes beneath her fringe – it’s like the door shuts just as hard in her face again.

He took a risk, marrying her. Loving her. He acts like it don’t mean a thing – like loving her is just something he does, just like he fixes things around the house and like she never wants for fresh flowers in spring. But she’s realized a long time ago that they don’t make another man like Gene Roe. The thought hit her while he was fixing her sink, of all the moments, and he’d laughed at something silly she said without thinking. And then it’d just kept on hitting her, including that one time his temper had flared and he’d made five grown men feel real sorry about some of the smartass comments they’d been making.

Saying oui to Gene has been the easiest decision of her life.

She makes sure to put her house slippers just beside the bedside table Gene’d finally made for her two nights ago. Takes her earrings out as she sinks down onto the mattress. Gene’s yet to stir, but if Claudia’s honest she doesn’t expect him to. He’ll only rise later on in the night, when the moon’s all high and silver, stumbling around in the kitchen sometime around three or four. He’s done that since she’s known him, possibly longer still. There ain’t been a night Gene’s slept clean on through – stirring at the oddest noises in winter, wide awake with every thunderclap in summer – and there’s not a thing she can do about that.

Claudia leans over him. Switches the light off. Plants a kiss on his brow, then on his cheek. She lies as close to him as possible without spooking him into a fright, tips of her toes touching his ankle, hand brushing his upper arm. If she’s lucky, and Claudia knows she’s born lucky, he’ll come back to bed after his midnight stroll and pull her into his arms.

The thought’s enough to still give her butterflies after all this time.

[i-am-minty-fresh]

Alright here’s my unwarranted opinion on post-timeskip designs.

(Not including the fact that they just made everyone’s skin tones lighter for no reason cause that’s complete bullshit but we’re gonna talk about their other design features).

Luffy: I love it. Don’t get me wrong I love his stupid vest + flip-flop combo in pre-timeskip but his fluffy shirt and sash are just so him without taking away all his silliness (also adding the yellow sash ties way better to the ASL theme because the yellow in the hat is more tied to Roger/Shanks while the sash is purely related to him and his brothers with is great!)

-8/10-

Zoro: no notes. I love how Oda took one his eyes and refused to explain. I love what that means for Zoro’s character. He doesn’t think about his injuries in that way, he just moves forward. Other than that tho, the boots? The coat? The sash? (Every gets a sash now-a-days) I love that he kept his haramaki because it looks so comfy!

-10/10-

Nami: ….I feel like they could have done a bit more…Don’t get me wrong I love the long hair but her outfits just kinda became bikini top + jeans which not only look uncomfortable but isn’t half as stylish as Oda thinks it is.

-6/10-

Usopp: My guy leveled up. Abs, pants, no-shirt, little facial hair, Usopp’s a fucking man now guys and I’ve got respect for him. Also love his pop greens I just wish he also used other chemical combinations like he did pre-timeskip.

-9/10-

Sanji: they’d tried to make him a big strong man like Zoro, but I don’t think that was ever the appeal of him. He’s meant to be lean so buffing him up was just kinda stupid. Got rid of his pants chain and all his silly undershirt colors.

-4/10-

Chopper: Controversial opinion! I don’t mind his post-timeskip design. He looks cute! I don’t like that they replaced the hat that his dad gave him (I feel like we never talk about that! He has a different hat now! How do you get a new ‘dead dad’ hat?!?) Now he’s got a little stripped shirt, and his heavy point looks a lot better. I do not like how they lean on Kung-fo point so heavily when he has so many other forms for fighting (horn point is my favorite).

-8/10-

Robin: What. Why did they- HER HAT?!? HER BANGS?!?? What the fuck happened in the revolutionary army to do this to my favorite women?!? Give her back her hat, give her back her bangs or I swear to god.

-2/10- (I like her long skirt)

Franky: Also controversial opinion!(?) I don’t hate his bigger body. I wished we got more of his pre-timeksip form because I love his greasy dad look but post-timeskip does a lot for giving Franky a 2 year long power-up in a way that he would. UPGRADES PEOPLE, UPGRADES!

-9/10-

Brook: I love it. His been living in star-dome being flamboyant as all hell and so of course he comes back with a diva-boa, some $10 star glasses, a plastic crown, and strange old man pants. I love formal peepaw but I also love weird party peepaw. I also think the guitar was a good way to make him seem big and aggressive while the violin has the silent, deadly elegance.

-10/10-

All and all I think a lot of us just missed the pre-timeskip style which is fair! I love how pretty the animation gets in Wano but there was bit of an awkward faze where the studio was still trying to figure out how silly vs how pretty they wanted everything to look.

[your-local-uwu-artist]

mysterion design >:D

notes under the cut

-i'm imagining for this au everyone's middle school aged, so still like, kids, just a bit older

-ignore the fact that i fucked up the colors on all the text i SHOULD have had the colors shift between lines it helps legibility but i didn't fsr??? i'll figure that out in later art dw

-GOD THESE COLORS TOOK FOREVER the og colors are SUPER desaturated and also more on the pink side of purple but I prefer to use saturated colors and wanted to go more towards the blue side of purple (than the colors are closer to complimentary colors between mysterion and kenny)

-ended up going with a very soft look (rounded edges and ovals and softer lines) i was thinkng off of the batman inspo actually and thinking about that scene in the lego batman movie where the brick notes batmans design isn't very hero looking, i mean it is by western standards but like when i think of a good hero and symbol of justice and hope i think of twintaild magical girls with ultra frilly skirts and cute mascots and sparkles and stars everywhere but like.. i'm biased.... anyway I chose the softer lines to make him feel softer and instead relied any edgy vibes on the colors and body language rather than the shapes (i mean i still used triangles but yeah)

-I ended up not going with brown boots cause i didn't want to have to tie in another color, and i had the epic idea of the little question mark symbols on the soles of the shoes and the m logo on the ... toungue i think it's called?

-so I originally wasn't gonna show his hair but I thought it would help to balance the colors more as the white shorts felt too bright

-i didn't plan to post this or else i would've tried to better phrase all the writing lmao

-i went with rounded feet to make him feel like, floaty?

-one smaller challenge was keeping a short stature for kenny while still making him look like, menancing and powerful, another reason why i went with the graceful floaty feet, I also had the shorts flair out with that triangle shape like they do to emphasize and blend together the general shape of the body

-miiight have accidentally made him more androgynous~ my ass spent years studying and learning how to make characters appear masculine than said 'yeah no thankyou everyone is going to be at least a LITTLE bit pretty <3'

-ah look how nice and not over crowded the doodles are... yeah say goodbye to empty space cause Cartman/theCoon's completely lacks it. I like drawing fluffy animal ears and found the need to label all the drawings "furry" or "menance" so yeah

-i'm that one bitch that says fuck canon even canon doesn't give a shit bout canon so why should i? and never draws kenny with blue eyes, always either light brown or preferrable purple. mostly cause i feel blue + blonde is too basic and I find that the purple makes for a nicer contrast and overall pallete. Cause brown kinda just blends in, cause then his entire color scheme is all within the same hue range, but purple sticks out better + leaning into the magenta side of it looks great with orange

-petition for the southpark fan wiki to acknowledge how fuckign similar Mysterion and the mysterious mare do well are

-funfacts!! considered having the buckles be silver instead of gold (changed to balance with the blonde hair and tie back in the orange/yellow hues) considered having the inside of the cape be a lighter shade of purple either pulling in more pink or blue tinted shades, changed cause it made the overall color scheme to bright

-in case you were wondering 90% of my art has the same stupid level of thought put into it as posts i do add notes onto, I just figured most people don't want a ramble about shape launguage and colors on their silly blorbo fanart posts lmao. but if you find any of this interesting or heck if you ever have a ramble about your own art my inbox is always open~ i love getting to discuss drawing :D

[honeyglz]

YALL KNOW COWBOY MHA IZUKU AND BAKUGOU BUT HEAR ME OUT- Haikyuu.......Cowboys......... AND LIKE INSTEAD OF VOLLEY TEAMS THEYRE WILD HORSE WRANGLERS OR SUMTH??- (I dont know anything about american (??) or western cowboy stuff aside from media bare with me) BUT LIKE IMAGINE

Each team has their own little section where they reign in the horses. Sometimes they cross into each others terf which ends in a full fist fight more often than not (Most teams arent bug fans of guns.) And guess who's town is smack dab in the middle of all the wild terf???? Yours!!! Lucky you !! IMAGINE LIKE UR THE SHERIFF AND YOUR CONSTANTLY HAVING TO RING THEM UP FOR SHIT?? Like you travel out of town only to see the younger members setting something up on the west side of the valley Now you know damn well they aint supposed to be around here, much less messing around alone in these parts so being a good sheriff you get to work You call out to them, greeted with the timid gaze as the two boys both freeze as they spot your familiar unamused gaze. Hinata starts to walk over to you before Kageyama pulls him back trying (and failing) to subtly nod towards their ties horse. You watch as they slowly scoot towards their horses before hoping on and trying to untie them and run. You pinch your nose brigde before hoping on your own horse, taking a different route to cut them off. Safe to say they shit their pants when they see you at the end of the road. You ride towards them and tbh they dont even try to run this time. You hold your hand out and they sheepishly hand over the reigns as they get off (you do too.) Hinata smile's trying to ease his nerves but you only scowl down at him causing the boy to shirk into himself. Kageyama only trains his gaze to the dirt on his boots as he prepares himself for a tongue lashing. You sigh before turning on your heel, the two boys turning to each other confused. You get atop your horse before turning back to the boys. "C'mon, better get moving before someone spots us." They both let out a breath of relief before trying to get back on the horses. You laugh catching their attention again before smiling down at them, causing them more unease. "Oh no ya don't, you had your fun riding, now you gotta walk." An hour into walking and the argusing starts.| "This is your fault Kageyama" "Shut up!" "No you shut up!"

Yea this is gonna be a long ride. A vry long time later you make it to their ranch. Only to be greeted w/ Leader!Daichi standing there, arms crossed, lil wheat thing in mouth typa beat. Anyway's he walks to meet the three of you before telling the boys to scram, Suga at the barn waiting for them. Hinata sends Kageyama a glare before they both run back into the barn. You break the big bad sheriff act for a bit, laughing abit at the boys before swinging your leg over your horse trying to get off. Daichi being so kind helps you off with ease, arms wrapping around your side before lifting you down. He's so silly sometimes lmao Anyways you settle your horse abit before turning your attention back to the man before you, who by now is intently fixed on you. You clear your throat and his eye's snap back up to your own, bold smile hiding behind his tinted blush as he chuckled. "Well sheriff, what brings you to my humble abode?" He's pulling your leg, you know this. You also know that by the way he's looking at you dumbly with those big brown eye's that your not gonna call him out for it. He smiles down at you, crossing his arms against his chest as he leans back against the fence post near by, waiting for your answer. "I found your boys a lil far from your turf. You wouldn't know anythin about that would you Daichi?" Its smooth, the way you say his name, it almost makes him forget his place. Key word- Almost.

He puts on the fake'st shrug you've ever seen before speaking, this time not even trying to hide the sly look on his face. "Wouldn't have a clue hun, but if ya wan't some advice, I'd look over by Nekoma's territory. Real trouble makers those ones." He takes his weight off the post by now, instead opting to tower of you (hes tall ok shut up). His hands are dug into the deep hem of his pockets and his shoulders are slack. He tilts his head down abit, now eye to eye with you. He's not shy about most things, infact, by the way he has you pinned against air Im sure he's feeling anything but shy right now. "Is that so? And how do I know your not a trouble maker then, huh Daichi?" ANYWAYS LMAO I think Ill cut it here and write another thing idk dont like how this is going.

[je-suis-problematique]

Here's more Sengo for everybody who didn't ask

A bunch of Sengo Lore below the cut because the post is Very Long.

1. What's the lie your character says most often?

Oh definitely "I'm fine" and different variations of it. You know, things like "I'm not hungry", "it doesn't hurt", "I can rest later", "don't worry about me", ANYTHING just to avoid being vulnerable around other people. Even Kar'niss gets this treatment sometimes (especially if we're talking Absolutist!Kar'niss) and since he isn't exactly the best at reading people the nuances can fly right over his head until Sengo inevitably collapses or something and then Kar'niss has no choice but to notice something is wrong.

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'?

Sengo has no friends besides Kar'niss. Like 0. None. In his head everybody is a potential threat unless it's a corpse he's commanding and even THEN he's still wary. It takes A LOT of trust for Sengo to refer to someone as his friend. Mikhail and Halsin are good candidates for the friend title. Karlach too. Hells even Gale. But everyone else is on Sengo's "might kill me in my sleep" list. ESPECIALLY Astarion.

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

Genuine emotions are reserved strictly for Kar'niss, Mikhail, Halsin, and Gale on a good day but that's about it really. Sengo is a very guarded person who's hiding behind like 17 walls and 20 layers of trauma to boot. The only emotion he shows rather freely is anger. EVERYBODY knows when he's irritated but anything else gets filtered to death until it's just a barely audible grunt (think Geralt from the Witcher) or the tiniest twitch of a muscle and that's the most that gets expressed most times. With Kar'niss, Mikhail, Halsin, and MAYBE Gale, Sengo is more open and expressive. He can laugh, be goofy and joke around, cry, voice his thoughts, you get the picture. Emotions are a weakness in Sengo's eyes. Something people can use against him. So he avoids showing any if he can help it.

4. What's a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Knitting. Not much time to knit when you're busy fighting for your survival on the regular and then your giant spider boyfriend also gets indoctrinated into a cult so now you have to deal with his brainwashing too. Sengo would kill for the chance to just sit and knit in peace while having a hot drink and maybe also feeling safe for once in his life.

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

He cannot cry on command but sometimes if he's pent up enough he cries at the tiniest inconvenience. He could just accidentally bump into some tree and start sobbing uncontrollably. He hates it when it happens.

6. What's their favorite [insert anything] that they've never recommended to anyone before?

I'm gonna go with favorite book. The book follows the accounts of a family experiencing the horrors of war but the whole story is told from the perspective of the family dog. It's a silly but captivating little book that Sengo held onto since he was a kid and always felt too ashamed to recommend it to anyone because it's so Out There compared to other pieces of literature he's read throughout the years. It's not an important history book or a rare spell book, it's a somewhat whimsical work of fiction that Sengo just really really liked. I'm gonna say that he told Gale about it once, expecting to be mocked, but Gale just invited Sengo to ramble and infodump to his heart's content (Gods bless Gale).

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Uhhhh I'd probably yell "say ayy if corpses are better than living people". His best friend is Gale in this scenario and he'd yell "some dogs go to the Hells" (because all dogs go to Heaven of course and Sengo will decimate him for saying they don't). Kar'niss is the romantic partner and he wouldn't even have to yell at all because the crowd would simply part before him, nobody wants to mess with the drider.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase 'I love you'?

Extremely strict when sober (reserved only for Kar'niss), extremely loose when drunk. Sengo has a hard time uttering those three words even with Kar'niss sometimes and he might resort to saying something like "you're okay" or "don't ever change" instead. The story is COMPLETELY different when he's drunk however. He'll declare his undying love to anyone willing to listen if left unsupervised, he's a super affectionate drunk.

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Sengo gives an unbalanced mixture of tough and gentle love that depends entirely on his mood at the moment and he prefers to receive gentle love but will have a hard time admitting it openly. Sengo's usually a friendly-punch-to-the-shoulder, insults-as-words-of-endearment, sparring-instead-of-hugs type of person and most of his gentleness is reserved for Kar'niss. He CAN be gentle with other people too he just feels like it emasculates him (blame drow sexism) so he tries to put on a tough act instead. Also sometimes he's just crass because he's socially awkward or because he feels threatened in some way. When it comes to RECEIVING affection though it can only be gentle because he's surprisingly sensitive and can't do tough love without taking it personally and feeling hated instead (it's the Trauma™). That's why he likes people like Mikhail and Halsin, those two are exceptionally warm and gentle and they make Sengo feel safe.

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

It's a tie between dog facts and corpse facts, any random fact you can think of. Sengo is excited about corpses for pathology student reasons and he is excited about dogs for my-mom-never-let-me-own-a-pet reasons. Having Scratch on camp grounds is the closest Sengo ever got to having his own dog so you bet he is going to be churning out fun dog facts at anyone who is willing to listen.

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends/family ask or do to tell the difference?

Any questions regarding his family or his opinion on Lolth really. If Sengo suddenly says that he loves/respects/misses his mother or that he in any way shape or form resonates with Lolth's doctrine then that's not Sengo. They could also ask the impostor about Kar'niss and if "Sengo" gets sappy then, again, that's not Sengo because Sengo would not openly show any tenderness around others (who aren't Kar'niss).

12. What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Gale's elaborate impersonations of the other camp members, ESPECIALLY his impersonation of Astarion, and ESPECIALLY when Astarion impersonates Gale back to retaliate. There, that's the hyper-specific thing that will have Sengo crylaughing on the ground in seconds. Before meeting the others though that would have to be an inside joke he shared with Kar'niss from when they were teens – it all essentially started after a particularly boring lecture about spider reproduction where the lecturer repeated the word "egg" one too many times for it to sound professional and since then saying "egg" randomly or pointing at something vaguely egg-shaped and exclaiming "egg" became a running gag for the two menaces.

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

Sengo has a resting bitch face so he rarely if ever smiles at all but he will fake a smile when saying something particularly cynical or if the smile itself IS the cynical bit. For him, a smile is like when an animal bares its teeth – it's either a threat or a promise of violence if the other person doesn't learn their place and FAST. Otherwise Sengo's face is stuck in a perpetual frown/scowl.

14. How do they put out a candle?

By blowing it out.

15. What's the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they're alone?

So Sengo doesn't REALLY have a home, he's a vagabond since he stays on the road with Kar'niss most of the time. Sometimes they do manage to make a little hideout for themselves though and that's where Sengo is a bit more relaxed. He feels mostly safe and he allows himself to properly rest, not wear his armor (though his weapon is always within reach), lower some of the emotional and mental walls he's put up over the years, openly show affection, be somewhat vulnerable, you get the picture. His work could be a contract job he's fulfilling or simply keeping Kar'niss safe and he is stern, alert (bordering on hypervigilant), stab-first-ask-questions-later, no nonsense, efficient, teeth bared and hackles raised – Sengo does NOT play around when he is working. School is irrelevant, so, friends. He only really got to make friends after he met the tadpole gang so around them he is wary, mistrustful, cautious, fight-or-flight engaged, high-strung, and snappy at first. Later down the line when he gets used to their presence and internalizes that they aren't a threat he loosens up and even finds it in him to joke around and share some stuff about himself but the people he feels most comfortable talking to are (as I've already said before) Mikhail, Halsin, and Gale. Since Mikhail and Halsin are kind of busy most of the time Sengo gets to spend a lot of time with Gale and the two actually became quick friends.

When he's alone though Sengo is completely unfiltered, no walls no defenses no nothing. No attempts to appear bigger or tougher or more masculine or more dominant. No attempts to conceal his chest (he still has breasts), no frown/scowl, no tension in his body, no constant looking over his shoulder or straining his ears to detect possible threats. He hums/whistles/sings to himself, he giggles and laughs, he allows himself to express emotion, even more than he does with Kar'niss (the cult of the Absolute really put a dent in Sengo's relationship with Kar'niss). He's just himself. He's unafraid. Unashamed. And on his worse days he allows himself to cry and scream and curl up into a ball and clutch a plushie for comfort and break apart. Sengo really cherishes whatever alone time he has because he can truly let go for a change.

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

Anyone he finds irritating for any reason, really. His/Kar'niss' bullies from when they were younger, his own mother, Lolth herself, Astarion, 99% of the Absolutists he met or heard of. Could even be just some vendor who looked at him wrong on the wrong kind of day.

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Depends. Fully armored? Sengo's gonna be looking at his facial expression and hair. Fully dressed, binder included, but no armor? He's gonna be looking at his biceps and noting his overall mass. No binder? Immediately zones in on his breasts.

The first thing others usually notice when looking at Sengo are his bright red eyes, if not his height (he's short as fuck for a male-presenting drow).

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

Kar'niss. Again, the cult of the Absolute put a serious dent in their relationship but even with all the drama and pain involved Sengo would kill and die for Kar'niss without thinking twice about it. He left his home behind for Kar'niss when the latter was turned into a drider and driven out of their community, he stuck by Kar'niss when the latter became lowkey abusive due to the Absolutist brainwashing, he'll do anything for that man.

19. What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they've been avoiding?

Get VERY tense and probably claw at the door like a trapped animal or something. He would NOT initiate conversation. In fact, he'd try to pretend like the other person doesn't exist and refuse to engage if the other person is the one to initiate contact. He'd maybe try to very rudely tell them to shut the fuck up if their attempts persist. The whole thing MIGHT result in a murder. Sengo is not exactly the best at communication.

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don't like the person?

The first question is an easy one to answer – Gale. He likes Gale but hates everything he stands for as a wizard. His whole approach about Mystra, the Weave, the Crown of Karsus, everything. He can respect a man for being ambitious but Gale takes it several steps too far in Sengo's opinion. The second question is more tricky to answer because Sengo is ambivalent about the person he'd like to name, but, essentially, Ketheric. Ketheric being the avatar of Myrkul and bringing an entire region to ruin while raising an entire legion of faithful followers has both inspired and disgusted Sengo simultaneously. If Ketheric's bullshit wouldn't have affected Sengo so directly by taking Kar'niss away from him and twisting his already broken mind into whatever shape Ketheric found most useful Sengo would maybe probably also find it in him to sympathize with Ketheric's motives – but Kar'niss was tainted because of him so now Sengo hates his guts and wants his head as a mantlepiece.

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

Saying no to foul language probably. Sengo absolutely does not follow it and he will cuss and swear whenever he pleases, even when addressing figures of authority.

22. What simple activity that most people do/can do scares your character?

Eating around other people, showering/bathing, sleeping in an unfamiliar area (even if it's an enclosed space like an inn), eating foods that other people cooked (another reason why he watched Gale closely when he cooked was to make sure he doesn't put anything suspicious into whatever food he was making), being sexually intimate with another person, existing in a crowded area/space, accepting gifts (he hates owing people on top of being afraid that it's some sort of trap), asking for help with anything at all ever....

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn't/don't even remember?

Sengo usually feels guilty for snapping at people after he cools down and takes the time to realize the other person probably didn't deserve to be snapped at. Happened a lot with Halsin and Gale at first. He even feels guilty for snapping at Astarion a couple times and he doesn't even like him that much. Does Sengo apologize? That's up for debate. Apologizing makes Sengo feel weak so his apologies tend to be passive-aggressive in nature and aren't very genuine but believe me when I say that he is trying his best.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Oh he absolutely stole the cookie (that he 100% wasn't allowed to have) and it was a sugar cookie.

25. What subject/topic do they know a lot about that's completely useless to the direct plot?

Sengo knows a lot about natural disasters. Actually he knows a lot about any phenomenon, naturally occurring or otherwise, that can result in a high number of fatalities. Wars, plagues, famine, you name it. He shows an insane amount of interest in anything that has the stink of death around it an while it COULD, technically, be plot-relevant knowledge since he's a necromancer and all, most of it is really just him nerding out about people dying in horrible ways and being excited about mass graves and various calamities.

26. How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

If it wouldn't escalate straight to murder then he'd simply leave. He knows when he is unwanted and wouldn't bother trying to make a case for himself or anything. He's too proud to beg to be taken back and he's too apathetic to try figuring out why he was fired in the first place – once the ties are severed they're severed for good.

27. What's the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

Anything remotely feminine. Jewelry, dresses, things that are supposed to celebrate the fact he has a cunt, those go straight to the trash but not before he thoroughly destroys them first. Burns them even. Sengo is a mouthy little creature, anyone who dared to give him such things received extremely upfront instructions for where they can shove them and then told to go take a long walk off a short pier. He'd get punished for it sure, but nothing beat the satisfaction he felt from seeing the gift bearers' faces in reaction to his words.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Sengo tells people he wants money and a steady stream of throats to slit to keep himself entertained. What he actually wants is to find his place in the world – he wants a proper home and most of all he wants peace. Even if his potential home will be a cave in the wild he doesn't actually care as long as it's with Kar'niss, as long as they aren't darting from one corner of Faerûn to the next because they keep getting attacked or because money gets low so they're forced to seek business elsewhere. Sengo wants a place he can truly call his own.

29. How do they respond when someone doesn't believe them?

Violently. Angrily. Sengo becomes desperate and volatile, yelling, throwing threats around, maybe even drawing his weapon. He feels like he MUST find a way to prove that he is telling the truth, he MUST show solid proof to this person, and if all the proof he has at the time are his words then he will be extremely frustrated and might even cry from the rage. He is NOT thinking or behaving rationally and he is dysregulated as fuck. WHY won't this person believe him, what is their problem?!

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it's personal versus when it's professional?

Oh those are two ENTIRELY different types of guilt you're talking about there because when it's personal Sengo can't stand the feeling of having wronged somebody he cares for if he did. He can't stand knowing that his words/actions got an ally/friend of his hurt and it will eat at him for days until he apologizes (or tries to). Most of all it will hurt his pride the most because now he has to live while knowing that he fucked up. HE fucked up, not someone else, HE is to blame, and he CAN'T be guilty of anything ever because he has to be perfect Or Else. Again, his apologies are usually passive-aggressive and self-serving (he mostly just apologizes to make himself feel better), but he's trying to learn to be more empathetic towards people who aren't Kar'niss.

When it's professional though? Oops, collateral damage. All part of the mission, no need to dwell on it too much. That is if we're talking casualties. If it's a mistake in the sense of fucking-up-the-whole-mission kind of mistake then he will accept punishment in that case, it's only fair, it's even deserved. Unless that punishment is death. Then he will just sigh, kill his employer, and move on with his life.

31. When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

Sengo feels the most guilt whenever he hurts Kar'niss whether accidentally or on purpose or somehow gets Kar'niss hurt by proxy. There have been times when he verbally snapped at Kar'niss which he felt extremely guilty for and even times when he physically attacked Kar'niss while the latter was enthralled by the cult of the Absolute and it was necessary for Kar'niss to be restrained. Again, extreme guilt. The way Sengo dealt with that guilt was by cutting himself. In his head he was punishing himself for hurting Kar'niss so he deserved it. Mikhail helped him work through that though.

32. If they committed one petty crime/misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Petty theft because sometimes you want something that isn't yours and if you were able to steal it then you deserve to have it.

33. How do they greet someone they dislike/hate?

He glares at them with an obvious look of irritation and/or disgust on his face. A very short and to the point "what do you want" maybe. If he's feeling particularly nasty he'd also say "what makes you think I want YOU around".

34. How do they greet someone they like/love?

He's a lot more relaxed, might even smile at them a little (or at least just lose the permascowl). He'd greet the person with a casual "hi/hey" or "well aren't you a sight for sore eyes". "Still in one piece I see. Good" is also on the table (I think that's a Lae'zel line but it's definitely something Sengo would say too). Kar'niss gets the "apple of my eye" treatment with some "I was beginning to miss you" thrown in.

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they've made?

Every choice Sengo makes can be considered morally questionable but I guess the smallest one would be essentially chloroforming a child so that they wouldn't witness the murder of their parents. He could've just killed the kid too but he's not COMPLETELY heartless. He dropped the unconscious kid off at some other house with a letter explaining everything instead.

36. Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

Sengo rarely keeps anyone in his life for longer than a contract or two, that way he avoids potential betrayals and backstabbing or, Gods forbid, anybody getting to know him more than they should. He kills whoever needs to be killed, steals whatever needs to be stolen, and then he's OUT, gone like the fucking wind. He prefers people with deep pockets who pay upfront and anybody who doesn't meet those criteria is irrelevant to him. Half upfront is fine too though he keeps an eye on those clients, preparing to kill them and loot their corpse in case they go back on their word or try to fuck him over. He offers his services as an assassin mostly and not many know of his expertise in necromancy but those who DO know can sometimes pay double if they want some sort of intel to be extracted from a certain corpse. The bottom line though is that Sengo even avoids repeat clients. He can't risk anybody getting too close.

37. What's a secret they haven't told serious romantic partners and don't plan to tell?

Sengo only ever dated Kar'niss and he doesn't really have eyes for anybody else (except maybe Halsin). Kar'niss knows – or knew – most of everything there is to know about Sengo. Some things just got forgotten following the agonizing transformation into a drider which drove Kar'niss mad and then also the Absolutist brainwashing that scrambled his brain further, so he is vaguely aware of the fact he knew some stuff that he now can't recall or can only recall in bits and pieces that don't make much sense to him. The one thing Sengo didn't tell Kar'niss though post-transformation is that sometimes he thought of killing him to put Kar'niss out of his misery but he's too emotionally attached to him to bring himself to do it. It's a dark thought Sengo would never vocalize, not around Kar'niss anyway, and he feels awful for having it, but sometimes the fact his boyfriend has mashed potatoes for brains really gets to him and he sinks into despair. Mikhail helped reignite the hope Sengo once felt for helping Kar'niss live a better life even as a mad drider.

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Song and dance. You could say that Sengo is half-decent at singing and dancing when he's alone but put him in front of a crowd and he'd immediately suck simply because he becomes embarrassed and can't perform to save his life. The closest he ever comes to singing or dancing in front of other people is when he sings for Kar'niss and that is IT.

39. Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

Sengo would 100% prefer to be completely excluded from events people did not wholeheartedly want him to attend, no questions asked. He might feel a twinge of jealousy if other people he knows get invited while he doesn't but he is otherwise pretty chill with not going because that means there won't be any fake, two-faced niceties he'd have to deal with from people he might only barely tolerate. He doesn't want to feel included in spaces where the inclusivity is forced. It reminds him too much of his childhood home.

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

He'd feel weird about it, especially if his own grip was firm. He might ask the other person why they didn't shake his hand "properly" or better yet, just yank their hand back into a second handshake and not let go until they squeeze his hand like he wants them to.

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone/somewhere else?

I think we can all agree that Sengo and Lae'zel share a vocabulary at least partially and that they're very similar to each other when it comes to their mannerisms, LOL. Besides that, Sengo tends to pick up various slang expressions he hears throughout his travels and words/phrases that just click in his little neurodivergent brain. Despite being educated and hailing from a house of significant esteem he tends to use a fairly simple vocabulary without too many fancy words/phrases unless he's trying to be sarcastic. Sometimes however he'll pick up a new word/phrase from Gale or Astarion that sounds cool when you use it and integrate it into his everyday vocabulary (he gets especially poetic when talking to or about Kar'niss, too). Oh, and he absolutely LOVES learning new insults and swear words. That's always been his favorite.

42. If invited to a TED talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

He'd probably talk about the blatant sexism among the drow and how the matriarchal system has gone to everyone's heads in the worst possible way imaginable. Maybe even advocate for men's rights a bit and also add a little segment about trans issues if he's feeling brave. It'd be titled "my mother is a bitch" or something else that's very bratty and on the nose.

43. What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing/environment/biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

Oh boy.... Sengo doesn't know how to digest people being nice to him for no reason, he just doesn't. If you're nice to him then that must mean you want something from him or that you have some sort of ulterior motive behind your nice actions/words. He also doesn't really understand flirting because in his head you're trying to either exploit him or breed him (therefore not taking him seriously as a man), he can't fathom the idea of somebody simply being attracted to him in a respectful way or for other qualities he might possess. When he realizes the misunderstanding – that is, when he FINALLY realizes people can be nice just because or that people flirting with him does not necessarily mean they only want him for his uterus he is completely flabbergasted. Just shocked. Relieved, but shocked, and VERY mistrustful. It will take time before Sengo can fully internalize the fact that not everyone in the world is out to get him.

44. What language would be the easiest for them to learn? Why?

Sengo already speaks Common and Undercommon so I think that the easiest language for him to learn would be Elvish because Undercommon uses Elvish script.

45. What's something unimportant/frivolous that they hate passionately?

Decorated armor and ESPECIALLY headpieces. Actually, ANYTHING that exists solely for the purpose of showing off wealth. Armor in particular needs to be practical, not pretty, in Sengo's opinion, and headpieces (hats receive most of the vitriol here) are simply ridiculous no matter how or why you wear them.

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they're a listener, what makes them talk? If they're a talker, what makes them listen?

It highly depends on who he's with. If it's a person he barely knows or doesn't care much for then he's more of a listener and avoids sharing too much about himself or his thoughts/feelings. He opens up considerably if it's a person he's grown to be comfortable with and there HAVE been times when Sengo went on rants and yapped for hours without showing signs of slowing down. With Kar'niss he tends to talk more, with Gale he has to fight for the opportunity to talk (because Gale simply out-talks him), and with Mikhail or Halsin he has to be coaxed into talking so, again, it really depends on Sengo's comfort level and how safe he feels to express himself around the other person.

47. Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

An old target of his whose life he spared. He then went and killed his client too for good measure just to give his mark a proper chance to run away and go into hiding, granting him the opportunity to get a fresh start elsewhere. Sengo's mark was an unfortunate man who came to know too much about some crime lord's personal affairs by mingling with the wrong sort out of desperation, thus turning him into a loose end that needed to be tied up. He wasn't a bad man, just extremely unlucky, and normally Sengo didn't really bother doing extensive background checks on his marks because his allegiance lied with whoever had the heavier coin purse. So he comes to kill this guy but the guy puts up a fight and gives Sengo a hard time, landing some solid blows on him, and while Sengo is staggered the man uses the opportunity to beg for his life and tell him his story. He says he was just trying to provide for his family – whom he ended up losing to top everything off – and that he was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Usually Sengo would ignore pleas for mercy, kill his mark, and then head off to collect the money he's owed, but SOMETHING about this guy or the way he explained his situation tugged at Sengo's heartstrings and he decided to let him go. Sengo doesn't remember the man anymore but the man sure remembers Sengo, grateful to have been spared. He still thinks of him sometimes, wondering if they will ever meet again.

48. Who would they say 'yes' to if invited to do something they abhorred/strongly didn't want to do?

Kar'niss is an obvious answer but also – Halsin. Sengo likes (and more importantly trusts) Halsin so much that all Halsin needs to do is HINT at wanting to do something or go somewhere and Sengo will be up on his feet in an instant, even if it's something or someplace he can't stand. He will try everything once for Halsin, completely going against his own borderline paranoid attitude towards most things. He just feels like Halsin won't ever invite him to do something that would seriously harm him (at least not on purpose) and that he has his best interest in mind. He might still complain the entire time but he WILL do it if it's for Halsin.

49. Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

Absolutely not. Sengo will be vocal about disliking certain foods or foods that aren't prepared well, he wouldn't tolerate something he finds disgusting just to not hurt somebody's feelings.

50. What belief/moral/personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don't agree with?

That it's okay to hurt people if it gets the message across. We generally don't really agree with that and believe that hurting people is never okay and that there is a HUGE difference between telling someone a harsh truth and just straight up being an asshole. We detest the idea of "brutal honesty". Start taking people's feelings and individual circumstances into account challenge, FRFR.

51. What's a phrase they say a lot?

"It costs nothing to leave me (the fuck) alone".

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

It depends on the situation. He really honestly tries to use his logical brain more and wait until he has the whole picture before choosing a plan of action but sometimes the monkey brain wins, sometimes Sengo is gonna act impulsively while only having 30% of the details and then more often than not end up regretting whatever it is he did under the influence of the monkey brain because acting impulsively tends to lead to fuck ups and hurt feelings and the only thing that varies is the magnitude of said fuck ups and the severity of said hurt feelings. I'd say that when he's being professional he has an easier time being levelheaded and calculating but his personal life is a trainwreck.

53. Who would/do they believe without question?

Nobody. EVERYBODY gets questioned ALL THE TIME, even Kar'niss, even Halsin. Every interaction gets dissected like a frog and analyzed until there is nothing left to analyze anymore, until Sengo is ABSOLUTELY SURE he covered every possible scenario and sub-scenario there is to cover. This man overthinks like it's his full time job and him trying to figure out whether someone telling him "good morning" might actually mean that person wants to kill him in his sleep makes quantum physics look easy.

54. What's their instinct in a fight/flight/freeze/fawn situation?

The instinct gets picked out by a roulette wheel, there's an equal chance for any. USUALLY it's fight but he HAS been known to run away and freeze when certain triggers are at play.

55. What's something they're expected to enjoy based on their hobbies/profession that they actually dislike/hate?

Lots of blood and gore is something that gives Sengo the ick despite being an assassin who is also into performing/studying autopsies (he perceives medical gore differently). Also for someone who likes arts, crafts, and literature, Sengo ironically hates bards.

56. If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

Halsin, 100%. He used to want to seek comfort mainly from Kar'niss but Kar'niss isn't always in the right headspace to provide comfort and at some point he even became a threat after he was brainwashed by the cult so Sengo sadly ended up withdrawing from him and gravitating more towards Halsin who just EXUDED safety in Sengo's eyes. The type of fear doesn't matter because all threats pale in comparison to Halsin's warm, all-encompassing aura that Sengo simply gets lost in. With time he learns how to feel safe with Kar'niss again too but while he felt lost and alone Halsin was there to pick him back up and he will remember it forever.

57. What's a simple daily activity/motion that they mess up often?

Eating regular meals, having a healthy sleep schedule, drinking water, any other basic self-care thing that you're supposed to do daily in order to live your best life. Sengo sucks at those. He goes through the motions at "barely glued together" and calls it a day.

58. How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

The list of attempted hobbies is a long one and their common theme is "extremely pacifistic". Painting, gardening, playing an instrument, cooking/baking, needle felting, pottery, he tried a LOT of things that do NOT show just how angry and violent he is as a person. Those hobbies are his little oasis where he feels that peace he craves so much. They help him ground and they help distract him from the constant turmoil of his life. He's a Shadowheart case.

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Omgggg idea- so almost like a part 2 of the texting headcanons! What would Leon's sense of humor be and what if the reader's sense of humor was very chaotic, cursed emojis type beat or even stan twitter lingo LMFAOOO how would he feel/react?? Like- 'you ate' 'gagged' 'boots the house down' 😭😭 I'm so dead, I feel like if the reader said "I-" through text, he would literally be like, "you what? You didn't finish your sentence" 💀

N speaking of social media- how is he with it? does he struggle? if you post a story of him with a cute/romantic song by surprise, how would he swipe up to it? Or if you post pics of yourself, is he gonna always like n comment somethin? Hehehe just thought these headcanons n stuff would be cute n silly, please feel free to add any other social media or texting headcanons I just adore your writing sm MWAH MWAH <333

Oh my god poor Leon with a chaotic partner, man. Especially with twitter or like instagram.

I feel like he could kind of slowly translate the whole emoji stuff but the twitter talk and like interacting with stuff on social media i just - can’t.

“Why- why would you repost that with the caption ‘mood’?”

‘It’s relatable.’

“It’s a frog floating face down in a pond just staring into the water.”

‘Relatable.’

“Sometimes you worry me, y’know.”

‘She ate that shit up and left no crumbs, fr.’

“Okay from what you’ve told me that’s a good thing.”

‘Omg ur learning!!’

“I genuinely can't tell if you’re patronising me or not.”

‘Wowwwww when have I ever?’

“...”

I 100% AGREE WITH YOUR STATEMENT THOUGH.

‘I- bffr.’

“Why would you cut yourself off just to send me an abbreviation.”

‘Oh honey, bless.’

“I’m so confused right now you have no idea.”

Eventually he learns the lingo, some of the sayings.

‘Fuckin hate him.’

“Hope both sides of his pillow are warm tonight.”

‘YES BABY EXACTLY!’

I feel like his own humour is stuff that makes him do that little like inhale of approval, sometimes a light chuckle.

When it comes to social media I still stand by what I said. He scours the whole internet for memes, jokes, music, photos he thinks you’d like.

He LOVES when you post faceless photos with him.

The kind where all you can see is his body behind you (since he towers over you) as you smile at the camera or in the mirror. Letting people know you’re taken without showing his face to the world.

True, he loves showing that you’re his, but he’s a little worried about potentially exposing you to the dangers of his job more than he already had.

But sometimes he’ll give in and let you post a photo or two with him on your story. He loves watching you get all giddy when he caves.

He especially loves when you post the photos of him kissing your cheek or holding you, even if it's just a photo you take of yourself laying next to him.

Like yes please, let it be known how much he loves you.

He also loves when you post photos of the gifts he gives you.

The flowers, stuffed animals, candles, if he does something particularly romantic and you post it to your story just to tell everyone about it.

He knows you love bragging about how you’re ‘winning’ and it just makes him smile like an idiot.

You make him feel like he’s doing a good job.

At first he didn’t really know about the whole swiping up thing, but once he got the gist of it you couldn’t get him to stop, especially if you posted photos of yourself on your story. What you’re doing, who you’re with, or just if you felt like you looked good at the time.

If you post that you’re out with friends. “Hope you’re having fun, love. Message me when you’re ready to get picked up xx.”

Posted the flowers he sent you. “Glad you liked them, sweetheart. I’ll be home before you know it xx.”

If you post yourself he’s just- absolutely smitten.

“I just.

Wow.

I think I’m actually speechless.

You have no idea how much I love you.

Screw it, we’re going out tonight. Pick a place.”

When you put permanent photos on your account of the dates he takes you on or photos of yourself he just comments small things. Maybe an ‘xx’ or one of those little ‘<3’. If there’s anything he wants to say, he’ll say it to you properly. All other people need to know is that you’re his.

“Wait, you posted it?”

“Yeah! I loved it when we went there last week. It was beautiful, love. Plus you looked amazing. Obviously I was gonna post it.”

He just smiles his stupid smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”