#lol you’re not the first to get confused about this XD

[00queasy00]

question; how many accounts do you have? ive seen your "queasyghosts" one and thought that was ur alt, but then i saw something similar to your art atyle on an account called "ghostmatte"?

Oh! I wear many hats! >:3 I got three blogs I usually jump around, but it’s pretty much:

queasyghosts: my main blog (mainly South Park + misc.) and it is where I follow from. Now it’s run on queued posts mainly that will last till next year XD

00queasy00: my side/alt hp blog that I ended up using more often.

ghostlymatte: my general art blog but I don’t usually post my tomarrymort / soulseeker / Harry Potter art there. Sometimes I share stuff from there on 00queasy00 just because (shrugs)

I was also running a South Park fanzine (k2-fanzine) and the project just ended yesterday so I did share a post from there on here yesterday, because it’s because like 00queasy00 the most :3

[griffonsgrove]

Hiiii!!! See your doing writing requests for Hazbin, Its my hyperfixation so I am in need of more content 👀 so I'd like to request maybe Vox general or NSFW headcanon ( either one is good lol-) with a afab reader maybe? This is my first time requesting something like this so sorry if I'm a little nervous or bad at requesting. I think this is how people are supposed to request? XD

General Dating Headcanons | Vox

a/n: You're totally alright dear! You said everything just fine! As I've stated before, I got early access to the first two episodes, and it's been so interesting to analyze vox's character! I hope I can do him justice!! He's starting to grow on me now. I'm gonna stick with a gn!reader just because these are general headcanons and I want them to be suited for anyone!

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

wordcount: 1299

cw: SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL, swearing, vulgar content, stalking, death and mentions of death/murder., toxic/absuive relationships.

(PLATONIC):

Vox’s got eyes EVERYWHERE in hell. There is no escaping his line of sight unless you go completely off the grid. Which is pretty difficult to do when the entirety of pentagram city is covered head to toe in VoxTech.

However, if you don't pose a threat to him, he really doesn't give a shit about you otherwise, and won’t pay that much attention to your life.

When you first fell into hell, you were mostly confused as to how you wound up here in the first place. That quickly subsided into fear as you noticed the large variety of demons and sinners casually walking down the sidewalk like it was an average tuesday. 

You’ll never forget the sight of seeing a demon gnaw off the arm of another and swallow it whole, like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. 

You wander aimlessly down the streets, keeping to yourself and being very cautious of those around you. Your clothes were in tatters, and you didn't have any form of money whatsoever, what were you to do??

You had two options: Somehow find a job in this new horrific realm, or, die.

You didn't care too much for the latter.

This is how you stumble across one of the largest studios/clubs in hell, owned by probably the most feared overlords in pentagram city. The V’s. 

You get hired to be nothing more than a waiter/waitress, to serve the patrons of the club, mostly serving them their drinks.

You weren't too fond of the work uniform either. It left nothing to the imagination, and exposed alot of skin, far too much to your liking. The job actually paid somewhat decently though and it was enough to be able to sustain a living. You were quick to rent out the nearest apartment.

One day, while you’re out on the main floor, making your rounds, your eyes briefly lock with the TV demon across a sea of sinners. Call it cheesy, but it was almost like a spark went off the moment he laid eyes on you. Which is something that doesn't happen often with the tech-savvy overlord. Who were you??

He lazily beckons you over with a claw, to which you obediently follow, although it doesn't hide the sheer nervousness written all over your face, He gives you his drink order in that sultry, velvet voice of his, eyeing you up. You gulp slightly and are quick to bring him his order. He thought you were so cute trembling for him.

He begins to stalk observe you closer after that. If you have any electronic devices he’ll watch you through your screens, trying to get a glimpse into what your life was like outside of work. The things you enjoyed doing in your free time, favorite shows, foods etc.

He def goes through your search history.

He would start showing up more in the sections you worked at, oftentimes minding his business, but occasionally striking up a conversation with you.

You did have to admit he was quite the charmer, his smooth voice was hypnotic to you.

OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES. If he notices some creep won't leave you alone while you're working, he’ll take care of them personally, it’s never a pretty sight afterwards. He cant have anyone taking what's his.

You're oblivious to his stalking and possessiveness, you don't think much of it, maybe that's because he puts on a friendly face when you’re around him.

But after some time of getting to know you, He’s the one that eventually asks you out on a “date”. You’re skeptical at first, but decide to accept his offer. And also partially because you were afraid of what would happen if you said no.

(ROMANTIC):

Ngl it’s kind of a situationship in the beginning.

Vox is a busy man, it’s constant work maintaining the studios (especially valentinos temper) and managing the entirety of hell's technology. So, he may ghost you at first.

That being said, He will still keep an eye on you. He often watches through your phone while you sleep, just to make sure you’re safe. Hell is a dangerous place after all.

Speaking of, you’re now under the protection of the V’s, so that’s a plus! You never have to worry about another demon laying a finger on you. They usually never get close enough to anyways.

He very easily gets jealous. He won't show it on the outside because he has an image to uphold, but you can tell every time from that crazed look in his eyes.

Vox is a possessive lover; he wants to keep you all to himself. If he could, he’d keep you locked up by his side all day.

CONTROLLING. He HAS to know where you’re at, at all times, and who you’re going to be with (lest you face one of his tantrums). Also dictates what you wear, He likes to dress you up to his liking, like you’re his own personal doll.

Insecure much?

Say goodbye to privacy btw. He constantly has you in the back of his mind and a watchful eye on you. It can be kind of suffocating at times. The two of you have gotten into a few arguments because of this.

Valentino gets jealous of you too. How dare you take his boy-toy away from him? He’s often giving you the stink eye and will threaten you behind vox’s back. You’re too scared to tell Vox, because you don't want to face Val’s wrath.

You know briefly of his and Val’s “relationship” it all had seemed very one-sided and completely unhealthy.

You're often having to calm Vox down. The man has a very short temper and is easily provoked. 

Imagine you pressing little kisses to his screen after he found out about Alastor’s return. He remains stoic, but secretly enjoys your affection.

Some of the pet names he loves to call you include; Doll, Dear, Darling, Sweetheart, Babe.

Pretty old-fashioned ik, but he's a classy man alright?

He tends to be pretty touchy, always having a clawed hand on the small of your back, or an arm wrapped around your waist. It’s more of a possessive trait of his, to keep what's his close.

He loves having you sprawled on his lap while he’s in his screen room, you stay nuzzled into his side, often taking naps while he does broadcasts.

He TOTALLY spoils you btw. He’s one of the most powerful overlords in hell, ofc he has the money to show it. Whatever dingy apartment you had before, forget about it bc this man has you living in a penthouse suite in one of the most expensive apartment buildings. He sees you looking at something in a store or online?? Boom, it’s yours now.

He loves buying you clothes, as I’ve said before, you're his “doll” and he loves playing dress up with you.

And if you buy him something?? He’s taken by surprise at first, he’s never really been on the receiving end of that affection, so whatever it is you give him he’ll cherish it.

If you ever have someone bothering you, or want to get rid of, you just say the word babe. He’ll be feeding them to his sharks >:)

The man is emotionally constipated, ok?? All he’s ever known from relationships is what he shared with Val (and trust me that was a train wreck). He’s rough around the edges, short-tempered and isn't always easy to get along with, and he’s incredibly possessive which can be suffocating to deal with at times. This probably stems from him not wanting to actually be alone, He doesn't want you to slip out of his grasp, so he keeps a tight leash on you. But underneath all these flaws, he really does love you and care about you. At the end of the day, He just wants someone that will stay.

[eggluverz]

danheng college roommate au 🥹

— HOT AND COLD

In which Dan Heng runs hot and blasts the air conditioner to keep cool, and you feel like you’re living in the arctic.

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader

GENRE. modern au, roommate au

WORD COUNT. 1238

NOTE. and they were roommates :> ty for the idea anon!! it was vague enough so i kinda just ran with it LOL dan heng running the ac in this asian household? wild xD anyway pls enjoy!!

You had gone through this school year in relative peace with your roommate.

When the school year started, you were unable to secure on-campus housing in time and thankfully your friends found a social media thread of other college students living off-campus who needed someone to share an apartment with. Dan Heng immediately stood out of the crowd, solely for how handsome he looked in profile picture alone. Who needed other sources of credibility when they were pretty?

For most of the year, the two of you lived pretty separate lives. When you were home, you were usually in your room unless you wanted to cook. When Dan Heng was home, it was the same. And add the fact that he only exited his room during ungodly hours of the night, it was a recipe for never really bumping into each other.

It made you a little sad, naturally. You wanted to be close with your roommate and have movie nights and game nights, but he set the tone for wanting to live together, yet separate, and you found it simpler to adhere to his wishes.

But as the weather warmed up, as did your serendipitous contact with Dan Heng. For starters, right as winter came to an end and spring only remotely gave its warm greeting, you would see Dan Heng head to the living room and turn on the air conditioner while you were eating on the kitchen island.

As it grew hotter out, Dan Heng only lowered the thermostat more and more. Causing you to freeze more and more.

Now, you enjoyed living in a nice and temperate room like most people, but with how your roommate set the thermostat, your apartment was well below room temperature! Below freezing if you wanted to be dramatic. It was a little ridiculous how cold it was, in your humble opinion. Did he want to live in the snow?

One particular cold night, you came out to boil yourself some hot water for your hot chocolate and marshmallows. It may have been burning hot out, but inside was a winter wonderland, so you figured you may as well get in the mood. You had fuzzy pajama pants on, along with a longsleeve shirt and a scarf wrapped around your neck and a beanie on your head.

Just as you were about to go back to your room and wrap yourself under a million fluffy blankets, Dan Heng emerged from his room to head to the thermostat.

He paused as you walked by him, eyes widening at the sight. Dan Heng himself wore nothing but a pair of gray sweats and a black shirt. He stared at you for a few moments.

“Are you feeling ill?” he asked, one of the first words you’ve heard him say this whole month.

You shook yourself. “No! I’m feeling perfectly fine,” you said, voice muffled from the scarf that half-covered your mouth.

He blinked. “But… your outfit.”

“I’m just a little chilly, is all.”

He walked over to you with his arm outstretched. He brought his hand close to you and asked, “May I?”

You nodded.

Dan Heng lifted your beanie slightly and placed the back of his palm on your forehead. It was instantly warm to the touch and you wanted to place it right on your cold cheek to heat it up. He stayed in that position for a while, a look of deep thought on his face. “Hmm… Your temperature doesn’t seem to be of concern. It does seem safe to assume you’re not sick.”

“Yeah! I’m feeling fine. Just a bit cold, like I said.”

Dan Heng looked between his bare arms and your fully covered ones. He ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You looked at him, confused.

He elaborated, “I didn’t realize I was making the apartment unliveable for you.”

“No, no! I wouldn’t say unliveable. I’m cold, yes, but it’s nothing some layers can’t fix.” Besides, the two of you were lucky enough to live in an apartment that covered utilities for you. He could run the AC and heater on all day and all night if he truly wished.

Dan Heng shook his head. “I should’ve been more attentive to the needs of the other occupants. I’ll keep the temperature higher for you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you teased, noting the look of intense worry on his face. You took a sip of your hot chocolate and smiled at him. “But thank you.”

˖⁺‧₊˚❀˚₊‧⁺˖

Dan Heng was nothing but determined, it seemed.

You could tell the next day because instead of the igloo your apartment once was, it now became a sauna.

As you walked into the building after a nice walk outside in the hot sun, you were looking forward to the cool air greeting you. However, what you got was a blast of heated air blowing on your face.

You instantly fanned yourself with your hand as you called, “Dan Heng?”

You didn’t have to look very far because as you walked into the living room, you noticed him shirtless and slightly glistening, a book in one hand an a popsicle in another.

He straightened up as he heard you approach. “Welcome home,” he greeted.

“Hi,” you said with a sheepish wave, trying to keep your eyes off his well-defined chest muscles.

“Is the temperature more to your liking?”

You stared at him, your body and face growing warmer as the hot air continued to blow around you. For a moment, you considered agreeing with him, if only to commend his efforts. You noticed he was putting up with being comfortable if it would have made you more comfortable. However, you felt pretty miserable and you figured you would rather freeze than have the both of you melt inside your apartment.

“Not exactly,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your temple. “It’s hotter in here and outside, Dan Heng!”

His cheeks that were flushed pink from the heat turned even redder. “Perhaps I overestimated how warm you liked your living area.”

“I think you did!” You couldn’t stop the amused laughter from coming out of your mouth. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think living in a sauna is fun for either of us.”

He nodded in agreement. A drop of his popsicle melted and slowly made its way towards his hand. He briefly licked it before it could make a mess.

“I’m going to turn the air conditioner back on,” you said in amusement. “Maybe set it to a nice, room temperature.”

“I agree that would be for the best.”

You walked over to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature accordingly. You felt your body warming with each step. There was no way you wanted to stay in your apartment while it was still this hot.

“It’s going to take a while for our apartment to cool down,” you laughed. “Do you want to go out and get some ice cream while we wait? Maybe go to the beach?”

Dan Heng considered it for a moment, finishing up the small remainder of his popsicle. “I’d like that. We haven’t had much time to bond as roommates. Maybe this would be a good time.”

You nodded. “Something is telling me I’d really enjoy getting to know you more.”

He smiled. “I feel the same.”

“Let’s go have a beach day, roomie!”

[rafyki]

Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 7!

Finally some proper progress for our disaster boys!!

Oh I loved writing this chapter SO MUCH!! And in fact I managed to basically write all 2.7k words today lol I really was in the zone today - this is what percico does to me xD

(@neo-kid-funk, there's something I hope you'll notice here, hehe 👀)

Enjoy~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You can also read it on AO3!!

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It was late when Percy got to the beach, late enough that the sun was already down, the red and orange from the sunset already gone from the sky. Late enough that Percy knew it was stupid going there in the hope of meeting a certain pretty goth boy that had been haunting his dreams for the past months.

If he remembered correctly (and he did, he didn’t spend so much time thinking and looking at Nico to not know perfectly well this sort of thing), his shift should have been over almost two hours ago. There was no way he was still at the kiosk.

And yet.

And yet Percy couldn’t help himself - he had arrived home, he had thrown his luggage on the floor, and then he was out of the door again, following the all too familiar path that led him to the beach.

He could feel himself vibrating out of his own skin, knew he probably had the most foolish smile painted on his lips; he was perfectly aware he had probably been smiling like that nonstop for the past three days.

And he really didn’t care one bit. Because Nico had asked about him.

When Annabeth had called him, she had sounded so excited that Percy had known right away it was important - she wasn’t the type to get excited for nothing, but to be perfectly honest, Percy had expected something like her favorite architect was going to finally give a lecture in her university or something; he had not be prepared for what she was about to tell him to make his world shift around its axis (dramatic, yes, but, again, Percy didn’t care).

“Oh my god, Seaweed brain, you might actually have a chance!”, is what she told him, and Percy had been too confused to do more than make a questioning sound in response.

“He asked about you!”, she continued. Percy could almost see her smile through the phone.

His heart leapt in his chest, but he willed it to calm down. Jumping to conclusion just to be disappointed after wouldn’t feel good. It didn’t work, his heart was already too far ahead, running.

“What are you talking about, Annabeth?”

“Your dream boy, Percy! The goth boy from the kiosk! Your Nico!”

And it was really all Percy could do to not let himself fall on the ground and let out a scream like a schoolgirl at her first crush.

“What do mean he asked about me? Annabeth, please, you’re gonna give me a stroke here”.

She laughed at him, but then finally did explain. 

Percy hadn’t stopped smiling since that conversation. Part of him had wanted to get on a plane and go back right then and there just to see Nico. It was so stupid, but what did it matter when it felt so good? Percy felt like he deserved to be stupidly happy about this when he had spent the past few months pining and hoping and dreaming about a boy he sort of wanted to gift the moon to. 

And so, here he was now, feeling like he was walking on a cloud instead of sand. It didn’t matter that Nico most probably wasn’t there, it still felt ridiculously good, because Percy would see him tomorrow anyway, and he couldn’t wait.

Nico had been worried about him, had asked about him. He cared about Percy enough to ask someone he didn’t even know if he was alright.

There was really no possible way to keep the happy smile off Percy’s lips.

The seaside air filled his lungs, and it only made his smile grow bigger. He still threw a glance at the kiosk - it was still open, but as Percy had expected, Nico wasn’t there.

Still smiling, he stopped to take off his shoes and started walking aimlessly around the shore. It always felt good, just walking on the beach, feeling the sand all around him.

He kept walking for a while, his mind inevitably pulled towards the same direction.

And so, when he saw the very object of his daydreams right before his eyes, his first thought was that his imagination was getting a little out of hand. He stopped, looked, blinked, and looked again, thinking his pipe dream would have disappeared. 

But no, it was still there. Still a little further away from where Percy was, but Percy would recognize him everywhere.

Nico was sitting on the shore, just a few feet away from the ocean, knees up and arms around them as he looked toward the horizon.

Percy’s heart lost a beat, stopped completely, then started running and running like it wanted to reach Nico as soon as possible.

He looked so incredibly ethereal in the low light of the dusk, Percy felt his breath get stuck in his throat. 

His feet started moving before he could realize it, and he started walking closer.

Nico had his hair down, and oh, Percy had never seen him with his hair down, he always had it tied up in a ponytail when he was working; it hit him, all at once, that this was the first time he saw him not behind a counter, the first time he could talk to him as just two people (friends? perhaps?) instead of a customer and a retail worker.

It felt important. A huge turning point, somehow.

Nico looked up when Percy was just a few feet away from him, before he could find the voice to greet him.

Their eyes met, and woah, yes, that definitely felt like a turning point.

Nico was looking at him like he was the last person he expected to see, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. Percy forced himself not to stare, but it was difficult when really the one thing he wanted the most was to just stare and stare and bask in how pretty Nico was. 

“Ehi”, he said, finding his voice again before it started to get awkward. “Hi, Nico”.

A beat, when it seemed it was Nico’s turn to try and get his voice back.

“Percy- hi”.

Percy got closer, sat beside him - a proper, socially acceptable distance, even without a counter in between them. His heart was dancing like crazy in his chest.

“You’re back”, Nico said, then seemed to realize what he said and turned to look away, back at the ocean. “I mean- I didn’t expect to see you”.

He was so cute. Percy wanted to reach out and take his hand, to caress his cheek and feel if it was warm from the blush. Oh he wanted to kiss him so bad he was about to go crazy.

“Me neither”, Percy said. “I got back just a few hours ago, and then came here”. He licked his lips, debating on what to say. ”I missed the beach”.

I missed you, he wanted to say, but the words died on his lips. Now that would definitely be too much.

Nico looked back at him. Percy decided he could allow himself to be just a little daring.

“I’m happy I found you here though”, he said, and each one of his words was accompanied by a somersault done by his heart. He wondered if Nico could see what the smile on his lips meant.

Nico didn’t reply right away, but Percy could see the small smile that came up on his lips, and that helped just a little to calm down his frantic heart.

“Me too”, he said in the end, so low that his words threatened to be taken away by the sea breeze. Percy caught them though, and held them close.

This felt way too heavy to call it a simple crush.

Silence fell between them, and it wasn’t weird exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable either - it was the kind of silence where it’s clear both you and the other person are desperately trying to find something to say; something, possibly, that won’t make you want to bury yourself under the sand out of embarrassment after wording it out loud.

“What are you doing here, by the way?”, Percy ended up saying. “Hasn’t your shift ended like two hours ago?”

Nico looked at him, head tilted to the side in question. “You remember my shift hours?”

Oh, damn.

“Huh, well- I spend a lot of time here?”, Percy said, and it sounded way more like a question than a statement.

Nico laughed, shy and soft, and Percy thought that dying of embarrassment was worth it after all, if it got him that.

“So you know Jason’s shift hours too?”

“Who’s Jason?”

A moment of silence passed when Nico kept looking at Percy. Percy would have given everything to know what he was thinking.

He was ready to go and hide in the ocean when another soft laugh left Nico’s lips.

“Fine, I only remember yours”, Percy said in the end. Oh how he had missed flirting with Nico, how he had missed that pretty smile. 

He looked so good with his hair down, flowing lightly in the soft breeze, Percy wanted to bury his hand in it, wanted to find out what it felt like.

There was just something about Nico, something that made it impossible for Percy to look away, like he was caught in his gravitational field and he couldn’t escape even if he wanted, and he just kept being dragged closer and closer. He was caught in Nico’s orbit, a satellite to his planet.

Nico looked almost regal in the low light, sitting with his back straight as he went back to look at the ocean, a small smile still on his lips. Percy wouldn’t be too surprised to find out he had been a prince in another life.

“I like to just sit here on the beach for a while after I finish at work”, Nico said, cutting Percy’s wandering mind off. “It’s peaceful”.

“I thought you didn’t like the ocean”.

“I never said I don’t like it”, Nico replied, rolling his eyes at him. “I said I don’t like getting into the water. But I like looking at it”.

Percy hummed, thinking about it. “It’s so big - the ocean, I mean”, he said. “Sometimes, I feel like I wanna get lost in it”.

It was probably a weird thing to say; Percy wasn’t sure where the confession was coming from. Somehow, it came natural with Nico.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Sometimes”, Percy replied. “But it’s a good kind of scared, I don’t know how to explain it”.

Once again, silence fell between them. This time though, it was different, a little lighter, a little more comfortable.

Percy let himself get lost in the feeling of being on the beach, of the sea air and salty scent filling his nose and lungs, mixed with the feeling of being so close to Nico, of the warmth he could almost feel coming from him, of his own heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could think about it too much, he got up, stretched a hand out to Nico.

“Come on”, he said.

Nico was looking at him confused, clear questions in his eyes. Maybe he was thinking that Percy was crazy. And, truth be told, Percy did feel just a little crazy at that moment.

“What?”

“Let’s go in the water”, Percy said. “Not much, just our legs- come on”.

Nico blinked up at him. Percy’s hand was still outstretched towards him.

“Our clothes will get wet”.

“Doesn’t matter, they’ll dry off”.

“It’s a stupid idea”.

“Yeah, but it’ll be nice, I promise”.

A beat, then Nico took his hand. They fit well together, Nico’s hand in Percy’s bigger one. Percy felt the urge to interlace their fingers. He managed to hold himself back, but even once Nico was up, he still didn’t let go.

Nico didn’t either, though, and the realization made Percy’s heart go even crazier than it already had.

He started walking backward, using their joined hands to pull Nico with him, closer and closer towards the water.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you”, he said. He was probably back to smiling like a fool, but what did it matter when Nico was looking at him like that, smiling softly back with a clear blush tinting his cheeks pink? Percy wouldn’t have been able to stop smiling even if he had wanted to.

“Idiot”, Nico murmured, and it sounded so fond, Percy felt his heart melt, merging with the water beneath their feet.

Nico hissed when the water touched his feet and Percy couldn’t help but laugh at him. The way he looked back at him with a frown on his face made him laugh a little more and think that he really, really wanted to kiss it away.

Still, Nico kept going willingly as Percy kept pulling him along, step after step, until the water reached almost up to their knees.

They still hadn’t let go of each other’s hand. Percy didn’t want to be the first one to let go; he hoped Nico was thinking the same thing.

“See, it feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Nico seemed to think about it a little. “It’s cold”.

“That’s not an answer, Nico”.

Again, Nico rolled his eyes at him. “I guess… it’s not that bad”.

“I’ll take that as a win”, Percy said, and laughed.

It really did feel so good, but it probably had more to do with the hand still held inside his than with the ocean itself. Percy could barely bring himself to focus on the water, all of his senses couldn’t feel anything but Nico, his skin against his, the soft look in his eyes and the pretty smile still in place on his lips.

“I will get to teach you how to surf, at some point”.

When Nico laughed, Percy could swear he could feel the sound in his soul. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself now”.

They stayed in the water for another few minutes, then went back to the shore. It was like a silent agreement when they let go of each other's hands, went to get their shoes, and started walking along the shore side by side.

Percy missed the contact already.

They were walking close, close enough that Percy could have easily reached out and took Nico’s hand again. 

“So”, he said, breaking the silence. “Annabeth told me you asked about me”.

Percy loved it when Nico blushed, he liked that it happened so easily. 

“Huh, Annabeth is your friend?”, Nico asked, and Percy nodded. “Yeah, huh. You usually come here pretty often, so when you didn’t come for a whole week, I… got worried, I guess”.

Percy could feel his heart swelling into his chest. 

“That’s nice of you”.

Nico just shrugged, like it was no big deal, like the thought of it hadn’t left Percy laying awake at night for three days straight.

Maybe, just maybe, he could be a little braver tonight.

“Mh, maybe-”, he started, then cleared his throat. “Maybe we could exchange numbers? You know, so you wouldn’t get worried again, you could just ask me. And I could do the same, if you didn’t come to work for some reason”.

Percy could feel each one of his heart’s beats in his ears, so loud he couldn’t hear the sound of the waves anymore.

Until Nico nodded. “Yeah, uhm, that’s a good idea- I’d like that”, he murmured, and took his phone out to hand it to Percy. Percy accepted it and gave him his own, like in a dream.

It felt like a hallucination, putting his number into Nico’s phone.

Now, his mind was all white noises and silent screaming, as they went back to walk, side by side. Percy held onto his phone like a newfound treasure.

When they reached the end of the beach, Percy wanted nothing more than to turn around and just do it all over again. Maybe he could will the time to slow down if he tried hard enough.

“This was nice”, he just said instead.

Nico nodded. “Yeah”, he said, with the prettiest smile on his lips. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow”, Percy said back, even though he was sure he would also see him tonight in his dreams.

He waved Nico goodbye, and stayed there looking at him as he walked away.

Oh, this definitely felt way bigger than a crush.

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Hmm… have I asked for Thomas and Henry, or just thought about it hard a couple of times? XD;;

Ooh, a fun pair. 

“You’re too fat, you need exercise! 😤” 

“Oh, I can’t wait for dawdling tank engines like you; good-bye! 😇”

“Run my train on time for one thing 😡” 

“You’re the only danger on the rails, Thomas 🙄” 

‘Oh, I guess you can go to York… some of us are still too useful to become museum-pieces… 👿’ (paraphrasing Henry’s copium here) 

All right, maybe it’s more “fun” like the one in “dysfunctional.” But still! 

The thing about this is that it’s a “minor” relationship in that, for most of their lives, they’re in each other’s periphery. Then again, they’ve been in each other’s lives sooooo long. So it’s a very sibling-y sort of relationship. They’ve been on different life paths as long as they can remember… but ohh, the embarrassing shit they remember about each other…

Birds’-Eye View 

This relationship has an eternal tug-of-war quality.

Of course, Thomas by instinct plays tug-of-war with all the “big engines”! This is who he is! 

But the relationship with Henry is different because there’s a sort of long-term… equality? Like, with Thomas and Gordon, like, Thomas is cheeky, but the one time he ever got really out-of-line with Gordon (i.e. THOMAS’ FIRST APPEARANCE?) Gordon pretty much put him in his place, and overall the whole point of their relationship is that Thomas acknowledges Gordon’s superiority in at least certain key points, it’s precisely WHY he likes to measure himself against him! (I’m thinking a lot here of many, many TVS-only incidents… but even in RWS there’s “Hurry hurry hurry,” he puffed, pretending to be like Gordon.) Thomas can’t look upon Henry the same way, for “Henry I”-related reasons not least of all (see section below). But with Gordon, the whole fun of the relationship for Thomas is to tease him in a way that only works if Gordon is on a pedestal. Thomas doesn’t try to knock him off… he just likes to shake things up, freak Gordon out, then do a campy little victory dance and make his exit with a shit-eating grin. 

Then there’s Thomas and James, and in RWS… post-strike, James is never again seen to give Thomas any shit for being a tank engine? (Actual gold star, I can’t believe we’ve found an avenue of insult that even RWS!James has left untrod.) So a key feature of his tension with Gordon and Henry is, apparently, removed. Of course they do clash, if you go by TVS they clash a LOT. But in this relationship Thomas kind of has the upper hand, when you take the long view. (Thomas is more famous and favored, and James just gets so consistently shut down by the whole universe the moment he tries any shit. Plus, their foundational moment was Thomas getting him cleaned up after his first Sodor accident, and I think that colours the relationship forever – even after James is no longer prepared to just take Thomas’s patronizing airs (“Hullo James! Feeling better? That’s right! Oh, I must go, I don’t know what the Fat Controller etc. etc…” Betcha James shut down that shit before too much longer, lol.)

If Gordon has the dominant role in that relationship, and if Thomas has the dominant role in the one with James… then the fun thing about Thomas and Henry is that the scale never permanently settles one way or another. Whenever they have a lil’ flare-up, they feel like they’re on equal footing, and perhaps that’s why the barbs they trade feel ‘specially vicious! The field is wide open, no one comes in with the advantage, and they are both in it to WIN it!

But why are they like this? 

Early Years 

The thing I envision about their early acquaintance is the mutual bafflement. It’s a similar vibe to the one hilariously (and accurately) depicted here with Thomas and Gordon, except it’s not about different autisms, and it’s less confusion and dislike and more confusion and annoyance. 

My headcanon for Henry is that Thomas was the first time he set eyes on a tank engine. So his initial reaction is like “what is this deformed… creature? (and why is he so mouthy?) (and what does he do here?) (what is ‘shunting’? oh nvm it’s not like i’ll ever need to know, i’m a proper engine)” Even if my headcanon is discarded, however, Thomas sure is Himself and the sheer force of his fussy, self-important Main Character Energy would have had a similar effect on young Henry, fresh from the shop and still dazzled by the wide world. 

Thomas, though he has a fair bit more worldly experience under his boiler bands, still isn’t nearly as worldly as he thinks he is! — and he finds Henry just as baffling as Henry does him. Henry’s not like any other engine he’s ever met. He’s the biggest for one thing. He’s also far and away the un-reliable-est. I accentuate this in QLIR because part of the “scam” is that Henry is presented to Hatt as, not perhaps the engine he envisioned, but still an engine with some on-the-job experience. Total lies, of course. Far from “hitting the ground running,” Henry is a babe in the woods, constantly stumbling and fumbling his way around the rails. He knows nothing of railway operations, yard etiquette, or shed culture. Someone like Edward can take this in stride and just be like, All right, new chap needs a little extra looking after. It’s just a thing. No biggie. (Topham Hatt of course is in his office spitting nails, but this ain’t about him.) Thomas, however, is at just that childish stage where a) he knows all this stuff and b) he can’t fathom anyone not knowing it. So he’s constantly having the reaction of “What is he doing???” And, since he has no filter, drawing everyone’s attention to New Guy’s odd behaviors, every time (which does nothing to help Henry build confidence!) 

(Then again, of course, sometimes New Guy legitimately does some very strange stuff – Once an engine attached to a train/Was afraid of a few drops of rain… That, erm. That Doesn’t Help.) 

Then you add on Henry’s… mis-build, and Thomas’s befuddlement is cemented. He’s a cast-off on the Island Railway of Cast-Offs, of course, so the idea of mechanical issues aren’t new, but Henry’s are at a whole new level and they regularly disable him. Thomas is definitely 100% on board with the idea that you can manage to at least finish any job if you just try hard enough… and certainly you can at least get out of the shed in the mornings, yeah? Henry is the first time he encounters an engine for whom this just isn’t true. Same childish point of view: Henry is weird. 

Again, I cannot emphasize that “Henry is weird” is an attitude coming from Thomas… who in his own unique way is one of the weirdest little engines ever built (affectionate). 

None of this amounts, on either side, to anything like hatred. Annoyance on both sides, to be sure, but even then I don’t think it’s their dominant attitude towards each other. We see in “Thomas’ Train” that Thomas is… intrigued by the potential of his getting to fulfill his long-term Train-Taking Goals. But he doesn’t gloat over Henry’s misfortune, and I think TVS was so correct in giving him a worried face mask even as he slowly goes off to get the train ready… He can’t even be properly excited until he’s out of Henry’s vicinity, and, mind you, Henry’s too ill to be intimidating just then – Thomas refrains only because he really does feel bad for Henry, and doesn’t want him to feel worse! 

We also have, later in the same story, Thomas thinking “Henry says it’s hard to pull trains, but…” So, you know, they’ve talked before. (At minimum, Thomas has listened to Henry fretting to other big engines!) Henry is a real person for him, so to speak, by now a consistent presence in his life. 

As they settle in to their early-canon dynamic, I reckon it’s now characterised by mutual envy. Thomas would LOVE to take trains regularly like Henry – and can’t fully comprehend why Henry treats it like a burden! Like, he knows Henry gets ill, but at a gut level I don’t think Thomas could truly “get it,” because there’s nothing more he wants in the world than to have what Henry has!

Conversely, Thomas himself is always complaining, too (They’re both so good at having a good grumble!) and I think it would kinda drive Henry nuts that Thomas acts like he has it soooooo hard for *checks notes* having a job that he can actually perform to everyone’s satisfaction?... Vicarstown pilot Thomas may feel ignored by their manager, but that’s a million times preferable to being an eighty-ton disappointment to a manager who now has buyer’s remorse and a consequently short temper with you… :/

Keeping Each Other Grounded

I have no doubt that in the early years Henry leaned as far into the “big engine” identity as he could, largely to ensure that he wasn’t dead last in the pecking order. But I don’t know that this worked… especially after Thomas is promoted to branch line, and now Henry and the others don’t have a station pilot to kick around for a while…! 

I don’t know for sure how I come down on about the TVS notion that Henry really grows out the big-engine trio vs. RWS, where the big-engine trio more slowly dissolves with everyone’s mutual consent. But if Henry did sort of lose interest in this identity when the other two didn’t, it makes sense precisely because the big-engine thing never let him rise higher than oh let’s say Thomas, and keeping a few paces ahead of that mouthy little tank engine (who always fails upward!!) was a big part of his motive for adopting it to begin with. 

Similarly, Henry is so practiced at seeing the down side of anything. This makes him great at poking a hole in Thomas's balloon, any time Thomas gets too proud and puffed-up.

The Good Times 

Right, I started off focusing on the tensions just because whenever one of these fellas takes a potshot at the other it’s always a classic! And because I think mutual befuddlement is the keynote of their early relationship. 

As we get even in a little into canon, however, I want to emphasize that they usually rub along comfortably. They’re kind of on each other’s periphery, always, but they’ve lived and worked together for so long. And they’re both good-hearted sort of lads really. So it’s impossible that they don’t care about each other, even if it’s almost always at a bit of a distance. We are more likely to see them when they’re shooting a poisoned arrow at each other, but we know that what they’re usually doing when they see each other at the junction is pleasantly exchanging news.

This means that I approve of (virtually all) the little TVS moments that point to this kind of bond. Usually it’s one of them looking concerned when the other is jumpy (Henry) or missing (Thomas… dude, you sure do go missing a lot in TVS). I likewise enjoy getting to see them happy for each other at the appropriate moments (usually this is Henry for Thomas, most memorable for me is “That’s my boy!” <- cheering on Thomas when he’s kicking ass in the Shunting Challenge).

This is basic, background sort of stuff. But it’s also, I think, the most accurate representation of them. The zingers are incredible but they are a small part of their relationship. A basic, background sort of quasi-siblinghood is what constitutes the lion’s share of that bond. 

I don’t like the TAB notion that Thomas went out of his way to say a few encouraging words to Henry and thereby cured Henry’s rain-related anxiety wtfffff… but I do approve of the general idea that, even (especially?) in the early days, there was certainly a time or two when Thomas hung back in the sheds to encourage Henry, just the two of them. It’s only that I think his brand of encouragement would be more like… Gordon or one of the BBBs had said something shitty to Henry, and (after getting into it with them, because Thomas is not one to back down from a fight!) actually remembering (for a change?) that this was all about Henry to begin with, and hanging around for a bit until Henry was cheered up. Although unlike Percy’s very frank, open attempt to cheer Henry in “Gordon’s Whistle,” I think Thomas’s approach would be more like “what a wanker…” Like, he wouldn’t show any pity, he’d just open the door for him and Henry to both talk shit about the guy for a few minutes. This is, indeed, Henry’s preferred method of being supported, well above being shown any overt pity! And Thomas would get it! (You wouldn’t usually find me doing an emotional-intelligence point-for-point comparison between Thomas and Percy where Thomas comes out on top, lol. But in this case Thomas’s nature – which includes being a casual shit-talker – would really shine!) 

Not So Different?

Indeed, I wonder sometimes if these two aren’t the two most similar personalities on the cast — they’ve just been shaped by very different external factors! 

They’re both fussy, both self-important, and neither is one to suffer in silence. They’re both good steady everyday grumblers, not aggressively, but in a very normal, perhaps even very English way. They both have good hearts and are quite willing to work hard… though they have both been known to throw a tantrum that sooner (tunnel & rain) or a wee bit later (banged-up snowplough) brings operations to a halt. None of which is unique to these two, by any means! All these traits are pretty common among the RWS cast(s?) especially. But Thomas and Henry’s traits match up point-for-point. They’re just living different lives, but underneath the externals they’re awfully alike. 

Now, of course, there is a key difference — Henry is a follower, and Thomas would make a terrible follower; he can’t handle cliques (he’s rather too rough-around-the-edges to ever fit in one, methinks!) Then, too, when Henry thinks he doesn’t get enough respect (often), he just grumbles but has to wait for someone to present to him an opportunity (Gordon and James re: the strike, Duck re: six lovely tenders). When Thomas thinks he doesn’t get enough respect (again — often), he’s soon off doing something — usually something that ranges from foolish to catastrophic, but the point is that he’s more active and Henry’s more passive. 

Those are real differences and not just down to circumstance. However, apart from these two points, if Thomas were a large ill-built tender engine, I think a lot of his behavior would be Henryesque. Same but inverted if Henry were a hale and healthy tank engine. Their natures were cut from similar cloth, even if they underwent different treatments and design. They’re not as irritable as James, as even-tempered as Edward, as bubbly as Percy, nor (even if they had been built to his design) would they be quite as proud, nor nearly so dignified, as Gordon. They’re both Just Guys, in a way. 

What are YOU looking at?

I guess there’s one other way they differ… in TVS, Thomas is so proactive about going out and introducing himself and making seven bajillion merchandise deals friends. 

I favor RWS for Thomas’s essential nature, though – and he’s notably absent in the nationalisation era, when the others are constantly bumping against B.R. engines. “He’s on his branch line!” Yeah, but, man – Percy somehow has a circle of B.R. admirers. Thomas could be mixing it up more at Tidmouth if he were inclined to. I think he likes staying on his home base. I think Thomas is a quite a bit more of a homebody than Andrew Brenner seems to, in short. 

This also means that I think Thomas and Henry are alike in this way, too. They’re happy in the lives they’ve carved out for themselves, new acquaintances can approach them if they like – but watch out! (“What ugly wheels you’ve got.”) Newcomers to the book version of the North-Western can expect Duck to give you guidance, Percy to peer upon you with frank curiosity, James to self-importantly shove himself into your personal space and try to put you in your place, Gordon to officiously introduce himself if he thinks you’re important enough to merit such an honor, the Caledonians to maybe break you in with a practical joke if you stick around long enough, Edward to extract your entire life story if you stay longer than about 48 hours. Thomas and Henry? They’re hangin’ back. Not on account of shyness! And they’re not excessively proud I don’t think – but they’re both just self-important enough that they’re automatically suspicious of anyone with the nerve to approach them. 

(That said, annoying Thomas is just a first step in befriending him. Annoying Henry doesn’t work out the same way! He’ll just tell you to get off his siding, lol.) 

It’s like Ariel Wanting to Walk on the Beach… with Legs… 

A final and very important similarity: Thomas and Henry both distinguish themselves by indulging in some notably un-engine-like behavior. 

Thomas is discontent in early canon in a way I certainly don’t think is true for all shunters (hence part of my characterization of my OC Poppet, who would never dream of pining to be anything but a station pilot. She has a grand job! What more could an engine want than an important job? Variety? Society? Scenery? Pah. Because Poppet's a normie, is why.) Even early in his branch line days, we see him taking up a yen to fish like the anglers he sees at the Els river – and is apparently called out for it by every engine to whom he announces this desire. (“Engines don’t go fishing??? *mutters aside* Loony…”) 

Henry, too, is given the trait in TVS canon of liking to sit ‘round on mysterious sidings in the middle of a peaceful forest and take in the beauty of it all. Now engines often want to be a part of things – it seems they have a social drive – but to want to do all this slow, solitary, un-useful nature hobby stuff, that’s really something else. This is such un-engine-like behavior that it’s downright impractical! RULE 55 But it puts Henry into what is (for the Classic and New Series, at least) a pretty exclusive club, pretty much just him, Thomas, and – later in the same TV season – Duck. And, like, I accept this as canon because it feels right. Yeah, they’re our weirdos (affectionate). 

In Our Lanes. Thriving. 

So, yeah. Two nifty dudes, with a sibling relationship that’s so basic and understated that it’s almost dangerous to write them, because you could very easy press your thumb a little too hard and ruin their balance! 

There’s a little crop of fics that give them the shared spotlight in a story, usually in the Vicarstown days, when Thomas does something nice for a struggling Henry. That idea tends to work quite well. I can’t think of many other times when trying to put the focus on their dynamic wouldn’t foil their dynamic. As I say for the last time – a keyword here is “peripheral.” 

Their connection is strong mostly because of time and shared history, strengthened by a similar temperament, and spiced up by their chronic squabbling. You could too easily try to give them a nice Moment and overdo it, because they’re in the same tight family-like circle, but it’s like they’re each on one of the polar caps – just waving at (or snarling at) each other every so often as their shared world keeps chuggin’ on.

[egotisticaleverything]

High school Party

Bo Burnham x reader

A/N: this has been rotting in my draft for centuries so not requested just needed to finish this and cure my writers block for good !!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Bo being unreasonably mean, reader is a down bad loser, almost fucking to prove a point

“Hey-Uh Bo?” I tap the tall boys shoulder, trying to get his attention in the crowded living room we’re standing in, “I wanted to ask if I could have your number- so we could like hand out some time?”

“What?” He says after turning around

“I said could I have your number-“

“I heard you fuck face I’m just not falling for the same song and dance again” he scoffs, taking a sip from his cup.

“What do you mean-“ I sputter out

“I know Chrissy sent you over here to fuck with me alright?” He shrugs “hey hot popular conventionally attractive friend of mine, go over and ask out the weird skinny kid.” He mocks her in a high pitched voice.

“What- no I just want your number asshole the fuck?” I scowl at him stepping back, phone in my left hand, beer in my right.

“Fine whatever. I’ll put my number in your phone. Just shut up.” He grabs my phone.

“Thanks, geez for an apparent ‘nerd’ you sure are a dickhead” I roll my eyes, looking down at my beer.

“Here.” He almost chucks the phone back at me “you win your little dare, pass go to collect 200” he walks away unphased.

“Bo- wait” I grab his arm “could we like maybe hang out some time..?” I manage to crack a slight smile as if my heart isn’t racing

“God you’re a good actress” he turns his head towards me “fine. Lunch. Tomorrow. Text me your address.” He pulls his arm away.

I look down at my phone to see the contact name he’s given himself “Truth or dare”, thought he’d be more original.

Me: I’m not Jk wit u I actly like u dmbas :/

TorD: ok def selling it 2 hard

Me: fuk u

TorD: shut up ur drnk

Me: I wish I wernt so cute cuz if u wernt id kill u

TorD: get sober then u can smd :P jkkkk

Me: u still at da party

TorD: obvi dmbas

Me: meet u upstairs in 10

TorD: no u wont

Me: yes I will

TorD: fine im redy for ur prank or wtver

Me: u still think im jk lol XD

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I walk into the room to see Bo sat on the bed “Surprised to see me here?” He jokes “I made sure to scope out the whole room for whatever you’re planning.”

“I’m not planning anything- what is wrong with you?” I am starting to get annoyed at this point,

“Yeah sure whatever-“ I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, grabbing the collar of his shirt as I straddle his hips on the bed. I slowly bring my left hand up behind his head, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss as he groans. “You’re a good fucken actor.”

“I-… am not-… acting-…” I say between kisses as I lower Bo onto the bed, “you fucking brat.” I heave,

“God you’re something alright…” Bo attempts to catch his breath

“You’re lucky I take birth control” I say as I start undoing my jeans,

“Holy fuck you’re serious about this…” he looks up red faced

“You’re finally catching on, great work.” I scoff “Now what do you want me to do to you?” I giggle, trailing a hand down his chest.

“I-uhm wow” his cocky demeanour has completely disappeared, replaced with a flustered mess of a man who’s almost melting below me.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask him firmer this time as I throw my shirt across the room.

“I-oh wow uhm I-I’ve never gotten this far” he stutters and stumbles as i straddle him in nothing but my underwear and bra,

“I can tell.” I cross my arms “now use your big boy words and tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I mean I really do-I’m not sure I-“

“Just say it”

“What”

“The first thing that comes to your mind”

“I-uh- fuck- I’m sorry” he facepalms, the crimson of his face barley peaking out.

“What-Bo?” I pull his hands away from his face, genuinely concerned.

“Why are you of all people into me?” He looks away,

“I-what do you mean?” I ask genuinely confused, what does he mean ‘me of all people’.

“You’re friends with Chrissy and Grace and all those other really pretty girls-“ he starts rambling “fuck you’re gorgeous, I-I mean that’s the reason I was so defensive…” his eyes drifted towards me, as he obviously tried to not look at my body.

“Bo… why do you think I stare at you every day in chemistry-?” I ask now just as red faced as the man below me “why do you think I spend so much time around the drama club when crew aren’t even needed-“

“What-?”

“Ever since freshman year- Bo I’ve been in love with yo-“ I’m suddenly cut off by a kiss, as he sits up, one of Bo’s hands finds its place on the back of my neck, the other places itself on my lower back.

“I’m- I don’t think I want to rush into this…” he sighs “I think you’re really pretty and fun to be around but I don’t want to take things too fast-“

“Thank god-sorry but I like you too much to just fuck you and prove a point.” I laugh sitting up “so… are you free next Friday after drama club?”

[nocompromise-noregrets]

hi! I'd love to hear about the fic where bard fluffs his sindarin and causes an incident lol 💜

hiiiii! This was in response to a prompt by the lovely @myeaglesong and involves Tauriel accidentally teaching Bard slightly more words than she intended to, and Bard then getting two words which sound rather similar* somewhat unfortunately confused when attempting to have a normal conversation with Thranduil, not at all aided by the fact that he is really not at all unflustered whenever he's in Thranduil's presence XD I've done the buildup but have to actually write the conversation with Thranduil, and I got a bit distracted by various things and still haven't finished it, oops >.< so I'm not entirely sure how much of an incident actually occurs, or whether the diplomatic incident is in fact Dáin having kittens over the thought of his two uneasy allies being somewhat more closely allied XD

*it is, of course 'mellon' and 'meleth' :D Here's an extract:

“Now - where do we start?” “I should say, with a greeting,” said Tauriel. “Mae govannen means ‘well met’, and it can also mean welcome, so it’s an appropriate thing to say in your situation, since my King is a guest in your city.” “Mae govannen,” Bard repeated, trying to replicate Tauriel’s accent, though he didn’t think he was managing it very well. “Mae govannen.” He tried again, and Tauriel smiled. “Very good,” she said. “I think your accent helps. You sound like the Men of Dale used to sound.” “This is how my Da sounded, and my grand-da,” said Bard. “People from Lake-town had all sorts of accents, because they came from all over, but the few of us who are left whose ancestors escaped alive out of the ruins of Dale, we sound more or less like this.” He blinked. “I suppose you remember them. I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it, you only look about five years older than Sigrid.” “We traded with Dale,” said Tauriel, “and - well, it was only a couple of hundred years ago, and for us that’s not very long at all.” “I don’t think I’ll ever understand,” said Bard. “You’re all older than I can possibly imagine.” “That’s not to say we can’t forge friendships, though,” said Tauriel. “Which I hope we’ve been doing. And I suppose that leads to another word I can teach you - mellon-nín, which means ‘my friend’.” She chuckled, and took a sip of wine. “Although you have to be careful, because it’s quite close to meleth-nín, which means ‘my love’.” “Oh,” said Bard. “I rather wish you hadn’t told me that second one, because now I’m bound to get the two confused.” He echoed Tauriel’s laugh, nervously, hoping to cover up how hard his heart was suddenly beating, and to distract himself from the thoughts that suddenly wanted to fill his mind. “Anyway, I don’t think either of them are going to be appropriate if I’m talking to your King.” Tauriel took another mouthful of wine and then passed the flagon back to Bard. “Perhaps not the second one,” she said, sounding amused, “but the first one - maybe. It’s presumptuous, to be certain, and he wouldn’t take it from any of us, but you’re technically his equal now, and Sindarin is not your first language and you’re making an effort with it, for him. I think he might find it charming.”

Thank you for asking! <3333333 if anyone else fancies asking me about any of my current WIPs, the list is here!

[dnightshade0]

Voltron: hitchhiking and cars

Lance is hitchhiking his way down the road and hears a vehicle coming. He puts out his thumb intending to thumb a ride. But as he watches the vehicle approach (which was a hovercraft), it starts doing all kinds of swerving, skidding, spinning and other kinds of crazy stunts that would make you think he was losing control and was going to crash. At one point Lance thought the driver was really gonna flip over and crash!

But then the driver in the hovercraft comes to a screeching halt right next to him, takes off his googles and smiles at Lance.

“Need a ride? 🙂”

Lance stares frozen for a moment, eye twitching, then pulls his thumb back, turns and walks away.

“No thanks! I’ll catch the next ride!” 😰

The driver watches him walk off with a confused look then shrugs and drives off.

A while later Lance finally reaches his destination, which was the garrison.

He walks up to the instructor he was assigned to and salutes.

Lance: afternoon sir! I’m here.

Shiro: ah! Lance was it? Glad you made it. though you got here a little later then expected.

Lance: yeah, sorry. I walked here.

Shiro: you walked all the way here from the city?!

Lance: yep.

Shiro: you didn’t try catching a ride?

Lance: oh believe me, I DID! A guy even stopped for me.

shiro: then what happened?

Lance: I saw the way that crazy demon psycho driver was driving his hovercraft and decided I was safer walking! 😓

Shiro: there was someone driving recklessly on the way here to the garrison?

Lance: yep.

Shiro: in a hovercraft?

Lance: yep.

Shiro: what did he look like?

Lance: dark eyes, pale skin, stupid looking black mullet.

The gears in shiro’s head started to turn and he happened to glance at someone he knew walking towards them from the hangers.

Shiro: did he happen to be wearing a black shirt and jeans and a red jacket?

Lance: yeah! How’d you know?!

Shiro: call it a hunch. HAY KEITH!

Shiro greets the figure approaching them.

Keith: hay shiro!

Lance turns around, takes one look at Keith and shouts.

Lance: YOU! 😠

Keith: oh hay it’s you. So this was where you were going.

Lance: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU PSYCHO?!

Shiro: you two have met?

Keith: he’s the hitchhiker I told you about earlier.

Shiro: oh! So your the dumb idiot who turns down rides after thumbing for um!

Lance gapped offendedly. Then shiro turns to Keith.

Shiro: and your the crazy demon psycho driver lol XD

Keith cocks an eye brow then looks at lance.

Keith: what’s wrong with my driving?

Lance: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The way you drive, I’d be safer riding a blind horse!

shiro covered his mouth to hide a snicker.

Shiro: lol anyway, once you two get settled in your dorms, you’ll be reporting to your first exercise drill. students will be partnered with one another. one of you will be driving the dune buggy while the other shoots targets.

Lance: sounds great! Just as long as I don’t have to deal with THIS guy’s psychotic driving.

Shiro: lol then you’re not gonna like what I’m gonna say next. You two are actually going to be partnered together.

They both have to cover their ears for what comes out of Lance’s mouth next.

Lance: WHAT?! ARE YOU FRICKIN KIDDING ME?! YOU CAN’T SERIOUSLY BE TELLING ME THAT YOUR GOING TO PAIR ME UP WITH THIS ROAD DEMON!

Keith: I’m not that bad jeez! Will you calm down!

Lance: I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN GET YOUR LICENSE IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WAIT! DON’T TELL ME! You terrified your driving instructor so much that he promised to pass you if you just let him out of the car alive!

At this, shiro bursts out laughing. The image of a terrified instructor climbing out of the car quickly after Keith comes to a screeching halt was too funny an image. There’s no way he could keep a straight face.

And the ironic part was, he could totally see that happening.

Lance did beg and plead with the instructors to switch him with another partner but they didn’t budge on their decision and Lance was forced to resign himself to the fact that he was going to die young.

The next day, everyone reported to the dune buggy hanger.

Lance came prepared.

Keith looked over at the Cuban as he approached, dressed in padded gear. knee guards, arm guards, shin guards, shoulder pads, elbow pads, a cup (you never know), chest guard, a helmet. Lance went all out. He was not taking any chances with Keith.

Keith looked Lance up and down, then gave him an unamused look.

Keith: really? Are you serious?

Lance: AS A HEART ATTACK! Which is where I’m headed after getting into a vehicle with you!

Keith palmfaces and groans.

Keith: omg I’m not going to kill you! I swear to you that I have never once crashed ever.

Lance: YET! That can change very easily and I’m not taking the chance. I might as well say goodbye to my brown hair cause it’s gonna turn white after riding with you.

Keith scoffed and rolled his eyes as he climbs into their dune buggy. Lance follows reluctantly and they start their training exercise.

Fortunately, they make it through it without crashing, much to Lance’s relief.

Keith climbs out cringing as he clears his ear with a finger.

Keith: you know, maybe you were onto something with that being prepared nonsense. Cause next exercise, I’m bringing earplugs! DX<

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Plot twist for all you klance fans. Keith was doing all those crazy stunts to try and impress Lance. His not very subtle way to flirt. But it backfired and now Lance is terrified of getting into the same vehicle as him lol XD

Keith: I was just trying to show off! I thought maybe I could impress him and pick up a date for the cadet ball!

Shiro pats him on the back.

Shiro: Keith, I’m gonna have to teach you how to properly flirt with people. My first advice for you: no daredevil stunts. You’re trying to woo him, not scare him.

Keith: and your second advice? Is it still possible for me to win him over?

Shiro: ….. candy and flowers?… and a promise not to drive you both to the ball?

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This idea was inspired by this video ->link<-

I was watching this video as the-vampire-lance and got this funny idea in my head about hitchhiking and thumbing a ride with this guy lol XD

[mobbu-min]

☆ rawr XD ☆

(ft. vil, rook, azul, riddle)

requested by @trixiegalaxy

Can I request TWST headcanons with a female S/O doing this bear prank (from the anime, Acchi Kocchi) to Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle.

It's April Fools Day at NRC, and S/O gets Crowley's permission to dress up as a bear, go around the different dorms, and try to scare everyone. What would be Azul, Rook, Vil, and Riddle's reaction to this? Would they get scared or not, and would any of them join in the fun?

a/n at first I thought you meant like an actual realistic custome, but after watching that video it all clicked lol

tw: cursing, vomit, some suggestive stuff in rook's part

 “It’s more cute than anything,” Ace muttered, staring at your furry bear costume in confusion. There were plenty of things he witnessed in his short time at NRC and even more with you beside him and this wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d see. Standing up, he flicked at the puffy tail, “How are you supposed to scare anyone with this?”

 Pouting, you placed your pawed hands on your hips, “I have my ways!”

  “Your face is on display, dummy. You’re not those damn twins,” Grim deadpanned. Flopping down on his side.

 To this, Ortho perked up from his spot at your side, “Don’t worry, Ace Trappola and Grim! I made sure to cover that feature when I was making this!”

 “Yeah! Ortho pulled out all the stops!” You grinned mischievously.

 Ace and Grim watched you click a button at your paw and the opening for your face was instantly covered with metal coverings with brown fur and a muzzle. Two glowing orbs replacing your bright eyes. The strange resemblance to your temporary dad is outstanding. 

 “RAWR!” You screeched, jumping up to try to intimidate them. 

 Tilting his head, Ace mumbled, “Yeah, it's way more cute than scary.”

 “You’d have to be blind to get scared.”

  Stomping your foot, you pointed at them and declared, “Just you watch! I’m going to be so scary, I’m going to get Animal Control called on me!”

 Running out the door, Ace winced as you collided with the door. Standing back up, you did what he could only decipher to be you flipping him off and marched out the front door. Muttering something about ‘being surrounded by fake love’ and ‘the world being your hater’.

 Shaking his head, he mumbled, “We should go after them, huh?”

 “Yup! From my calculations the percentage of Animal Control being called on them is quite low, but facing death isn’t!” Ortho chirped. 

 “Just great.”

☆☆☆

Vil Scheonheit <3

⋆ You really expect the Vil Schoenheit to scream? 

⋆ Then you must not know him at all. Jeez, he has more class than that. 

⋆ Literally gives you the blandest reactions. He just raises his slim brow and gives you a look that radiates ‘Really?’

 “Who made this?” Vil scrutinized, picking up your arm to touch the soft fur. 

⋆ Though, he will applaud you for trying. It takes a ton of guts to walk around in that. 

 “Ortho!” You chirped, your voice muffled from the bear mask. Spinning around, you posed cutely, stars and hearts practically coming off of your pose, “Cute, right?”

 “Hardly,” Vil tsked under his breath. Though anyone with a brain could see the way his pale cheeks lit up. Of course, you just had to be so cute and that damn bear costume didn’t help at all.

  “I’m I scary at least?” 

 Taking your paw, he moved you to sit down at his vanity, “If I were anyone else, and a child under the age of one, then perhaps. Remove your mask please.”

 “Aw man,” you sniffed sadly while doing as he said. “I thought I was totally going to scare some pants off!”

 “Well, with the way the suit is making your skin break out, you could certainly scare someone’s pants off,” He teased, gently scrubbing about the dirt and sweat that was accumulating on your skin from the mask. The softness of the rag combined with the calming scent of the cleanser made you sleepy. 

 Yawning, you leaned back into Vil’s plush chair, “Y’know I think I’m done scaring today…that was too much fun…-snoooorrreee-”

  Vil huffed in amusement at how fast you fell asleep. Applying a thin layer of moisturizer, he gently moved you to his bed and patted your head, “Perhaps, I’ll buy you a pair of bear pajamas? It certainly suits you. Don’t you four think so?”

 On cue, three figures fell out of Vil’s closet. Turning around, Vil watched the three of the four complain and curse at each other. While the young robot laughed at his friend's misery. Floating up to Vil, Ortho exclaimed, “Wow, Vil Schoenhiet! You added another possibility to the Prefect’s possible endings!”

 “And that would be?”

 “Animal Control or death!”

 “Oh…” Glancing at Ace and Grim, he asked, “I assume that’s why you both came? To watch over them?”

 “Yeah…” Ace mumbled, rubbing the growing bump on his head. Already at your side, Grim curled up into your arm and yawned, “My henchman has no survival instincts, that why Grim the Great is here to…take..care of them…-snooooorrre-”

 Pursing his lips, he turned to Epel, “But that doesn’t explain why you were hiding in my closet, little apple. And with one of Rook’s arrows, no less.”

 Placing the arrow behind him, Epel stuck his head up and mumbled awkwardly, “I saw a bear running around and my meemaw always said bear meat tasted amazing, sooo….”

 “You were going to stab ‘em!?” Ace screeched, taking big steps back from Epel. 

 “No!....well, yeah…” Epel trailed off, kicking at the carpet and pouting.

 “Wow! Epel Felmier, you could have been one of the leading causes of death for the Prefect!” Despite the grim meaning behind it, Ortho said it like he was announcing the next Emmy.

 Pinching the bridge of his nose, Vil sighed, “I can’t believe this…”

Rook Hunt <3

⋆ Oh, you think you’re doing the hunting? How funny! How cute! Babe, you’re gonna die.

⋆ Rook knows it’s you in the bear costume. His sweet trickster doing their trickster things. How beautiful! But damn, does that want to make Rook go hunting.

⋆ Of course he’s doing it lovingly, with no intentions to actually harm you, but he wouldn’t mind hearing your fearful screams as you run away from him. 

⋆ Won’t you be a dear and play a little game with him?

 “Omg, Leona! I’m so happy to see you!” you wailed, jumping onto the, surprisingly awake, lion. Clinging onto him, you let your snot get all over his chest. “Protect me!”

(me personally would shit myself and die if I saw Rook giving me the look he gives in his groovified bean day card, or alternatively, get on my knees for him)

 Staring at you in disgust, Leona pushed you away, “Get off of me, Herbivore.”

 But you persisted and jumped back on him. Shoving your face into his welcoming chest, well as welcoming as it can get with Leona glaring daggers into your bear suit self. “Please, please, please! Leona! Help me! I’m getting hunted for sport!”

 “Aren't you supposed to be doing the hunting, ya big ass bear?” Leona asked, moving around so he could get a better hold of you. 

 “Apparently not! I thought you had to have a permit to be able to hunt endangered animals!” You exclaimed. 

 “Endangered?”

 “Yeah, me soon!”

 Rolling his eyes, Leona asked, “Who’s even hunting you?”

 Before you could respond a flamboyant laugh cut through the air. Ominous and oh so frightening. Even Leona tensed up. His tail stopping mid sway and ears picking up. 

 Ridgedly, you and leona turned to meet the oddly jovial eyes of your hunter, Rook Hunt. His bow tight in his grasp. Lips split into an unfairly pretty, yet scary, smile. 

 “It seems like Roi du Leon has found my sweet Ourse~ Now would you be so kind as to hand them over?” He asked, the edge in his tone betraying any form of pleasantry.

 Turning down to look at you, all you could do is wordless shaking your head and cling tighter onto you one and only hope. Green eyes twitching, Leona sighed. But before you could get your hopes up, you were suddenly hoisted into the air and flung with full force at your hunter. 

 “LEEONNAA! YOU AAAASSS!”

 Scratching his head, Leona turned around and saunted off, “yeah, not my problem. Have fun, I guess.”

 Fully expecting to hit the ground, you were surprised to feel a strong pair of arms capture you and hold your bridal style. Staring up at Rook with wide eyes, you smiled nervously, “Rawr?”

  “Shall we head to my room, my little Ourse? There’s plenty I must teach in the name of the hunt!” He joyfully hummed, tightening his hold the moment you began to squirm. Gleefully skipping all the way to your demise. 

 Oh lord, have mercy on me!

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ This guy has never seen a bear before. So the moment he sees you barreling towards him with the speed of Floyd, man's about to shit himself out of fear. 

⋆ It doesn’t matter who’s next to him or if he’s with a potential client, he’s bolting the other way. He swears he can hear the gate of the afterlife opening up for him. He’s never been this scared, no amount of the leech twins could get him to want to cry to mom this badly. And omg, his lungs are literally about to burst because of all this running. He just wants his octopot so badly! Tears are streaming down his face!

⋆ After you come clean to him, he’s shaking you by your shoulders practically screaming at you about ‘how could you do this to me!’.

⋆ He rethinks everything he knows about you. Consider you to be as bad as the Leech twins. Maybe even worse. 

 “Azul! I’m sooo sorry!” You wailed. Tears streamed down your face and into the pool that contained your doom. 

⋆ He’s never living this down, so why not make a deal with him? It’s the least you can do, right?

 “Hm? What was that, dear Prefect?” Azul said, pulling the lever that lowered you down. Watching the way you squirmed in your tight binding. “I’m sure they’re dying to play with their new playmate.”

 “Azul! This is practically murder! I’m too cute for this!” You sobbed. You gasped when you saw Ace with Grim and Ortho, “Ace! My Savior! Help me!”

 “I suggest you don’t, Trappola. Lest we forget the incident you, oh so desperately, want to keep away from your housewarden.” Azul threatened. Glaring daggers at the boy. 

 Paling, Ace stared apologetically at you, “Sorry, but Imma have to sit this one out.”

 “ACCCCEEEE!” You wailed louder. The rope holding you swaying faster with your frantic squirming. Green quickly becoming a permanent color to your skin. 

 “Have fun, my dear Prefect~”

  “Azul, I swear to—blegh!” 

 In an instant, two long beings jumped out of the pool and landed with a ‘thrawk!’ on the tile floors. Grim and Ace lost their shit on the side and Azul broke his cane in the process. Ortho, sweet angel, was the only one to get your passed out ass out of that tight binding. 

 “I think they’re dead…” Ortho murmured, running a full body scan on our limp figure. 

 “They better be! Shrimpy, that was so not cool!” Floyd pouted, staring at your puke floating down to the bottom of the water with a grimace, “Nasty shrimpy.”

 “Yes, how gross,” Jade muttered. 

  “Blegh!”

 “Get them out of here, so help me, before I throw them and their bear costumes into the sea!”

Riddle Rosehearts <3

⋆ He doesn’t scream as much as he jumps. Jumps so high, you swear he could have touched the moon. Who knew such a small body could launch themself that high. 

⋆ Riddle is not having it. First you burst into an Unbirthday Party, but you made him break a Queen of Heart’s rule? Nu-uh, he’s having your head for that.

⋆ Honestly, you should count yourself lucky because you're not a part of his dorm. If you were, you’d have hell to face. 

⋆ Though once everything is said and done, Riddle might find himself having a little chuckle at your shenanigans and how adorably funny you looked. 

 “Riddle, I said I’m sorry! Now can you please take this collar off me! It’s itchy and heavy!” You complained. Pulling at the thick collar in hopes that it would snap in half. Unfortunately you weren’t Leona or Malleus, so your attempts were utterly futile. 

 “Until, you can memorize all 100 of the Queen of Heart’s rules, then I’ll uncollar you,” Riddle hummed, sipping from his tea. 

 “Dude, I’m not even from your dorm! Why does it matter?” 

 Staring at you like you were a misbehaving child, Riddle tsked, “You’re always here, Prefect. Might as well make you an official member, no? Afterall, this is much easier than what the others have to memorize.”

 Flopping on your back, you wailed childishly, “Nooo! I don’t wanna! The collar is uncomfy and I have a wedgie from this dang suit!”

 “Wow, they’re really not having it huh?” Cater mused, taking a photo of you in your lowest moment. The sight of a bear rolling around on their rose detailed carpet complaining about their wedgie certainly wasn’t something he'd think he’d ever see. 

 Humming, Riddle smiled at you, “They’ll get over it.”

⋆⋆⋆

  Outside, hidden into the heart shaped rose bushes, laid our super spies, Ace, Grim and Ortho. A thick pair of Hatsume Miku themed binoculars in Ace’s grasp. Shaking his head, he sighed on your behalf, “I don’t know why out of everyone, they chose to go for Riddle. Bad planning on their part.”

 “So much for them having the braincell,” Grim huffed while fixing his sunglasses. It’s such a nice day, so why wouldn’t he sunbathe?

 Clad in spy merch, Ortho beamed, “The chances of death and Animal Control just went into the negatives thanks to Riddle Roseheart’s intervention!”

 Rolling his eyes, Ace placed the binocular at his eyes again, “That’s just perfect…”

[romanarose]

I'm thinking “my lipgloss is all over your lips.” - with Steven 🥺 because I just like thinking about kissing him and having his lips all plump and glossy hehe.

CONGRATS AGAIN ON 1K BABE YOU DESERVE ALL OF THAT AND MORE

Lucky for you, I was feeling v soft about Steven today because today if the anniversary of when I started writing my first Moon Knight series, the one that started it all for me here, Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside

It's a little rough but it was my first baby

Anyway, this is basically cheating bc its a scene from that series that I thought was just so cute and deserved to been seen without having to have read all 33 chapters of that series XD Origenally it was steven x oc so i changed it to second person, don't hate me for cheating lol! If you see a "Her" or "sam" just ignore, it's meant to be "you" Also, it's chapstick not lip gloss. sorry.

Summary: While fucking Steven, your lips get dry, and that shit drives you crazy

Warnings: PIV smut, uuuuuhhhhhh. is that it? its just sweet and smutty

Dry Lips

Steven Grant x f!reader

(reader had hair that can be gripped)

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” You were riding on top of a sweaty, writhing Steven. “You look so sexy under me, pretty boy.” You ran your hands up and down his perfect body, gliding easily with the layer of sweat.

Steven was drowning in the pleasure of you, soft blankets under him and soft skin on top. “Fuck darling, fuck, please…” He wines, pinching his eyes together.

“Not yet baby, open your eyes, I want to look at you…”

But Steven was unable to do as he was told, too enthralled in pleasure to listen.

“Steven, baby…” You warn as your voice lowers., slowing your movement over him. “Open, you know I like to see your pretty eyes when you’re so deep inside me, fucking me so good, please? Please can I see them, my love?”

“Fuck” Steven’s sparkling, watery eyes look at you as he grips your hips, forcibly moving her along his length.

“Good boy” You coo, playing with his hair as you scanned his face, taking in all his features until you met his eyes. You could never doubt he loved you, not when he looked at you like that. “Shit” She muttered.

Steven frowned. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You flashed a smile at him. “Oh, I’m doing great, Steven.”

“Bloody hell” He writhes beneath you. “Say my name again, love.” 

“Oh Steven, my sweet, sweet Steven…” You pout, watching him come undone as you rock your hips. “It’s almost unbearable how good you look, all a mess for me, your cock so deep inside me…”

Steven threw his head back, keeping his eyes on you. “Fuck darling, if you keep talking like, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Poor baby… one sec, give me your hand?” 

Steven was confused but did as you asked.

“Don’t drop me.” Holding onto Steven’s hand (and never stopping your movements on him), you leaned over to your nightstand, grabbing chapstick. Steven pulled you back up, and you put a thick layer of Carmex on your lips.

Steven smiles, shaking his head. “You and your chapstick…” His hand went to her clit, making you pick up your movements. 

You giggle, Steven’s favorite sound on this earth. “I can’t concentrate if they're dry!”

“Well” Steven huffs out, focusing hard on not coming. “At least share.”

“Happy to oblige, pretty boy.” You lean over him, kissing him deeply, spreading the chapstick over his dry lips. You'd have to do this more often.  “There, now my chapstick is all over your lips. You ready, pretty baby?” You asked him, damn-well knowing the answer.

“Yes, yes please, love, please? I need to come in you, pleeeease…?” He begs for his release, rutting up against you. “You’re so beautiful darling, I can’t hardly take it sometimes.”

You cup his face, leaning close to those lips you love so much. “Come for me, Sunshine?”

With a loud grunt, Steven grabbed your hair and pulled you to him, kissing you deeply, spreading the chapstick all over as you feel him spilling his warmth inside you. He wrapped you up closely, rolling you over so he on top and continued fucking into you. “I love you, I love you so much sweetheart… I’m yours, you’re mine, yeah? Tell me you’re mine, please love?”

“I’m yours, all yours, my sweet baby… my sexy, pretty baby…” You mumble into his mouth as Steven started slowing down. “Fucking me so good Steven, filling me up with your cum, making me yours… claiming me…”

“Fuuuuck.” He drew it out and thrust in for the last time, collapsing onto you. As he softened, he began to pull out, but you stop him, clutching to his back.

“Stay with me, please? I need you close, Sunshine…” You nuzzle your face into his neck, leaving gentle kisses.

“Of course, darling.” Steven stayed on top of you in a loving embrace, inside you, as close as two people can get.

**************

anyway i hope those who have read sunshine arent disappointed i stole it for this lol lol

(where my chipstick/gloss, whatever peeps. i just keep a jar of vasaline in my classroom lmfao, there so much chaptstick or carmax or whatever all over my house)

@whatthefishh @eyelessfaces @jake-g-lockley @fandxmslxt69 @littlenosoul @campingwiththecharmings @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[ryuichirou]

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Anonymous asked:

Do you watch other adult swim cartons like moral orel or the venture bros?

Not really, sorry :( Nothing against these shows, I guess we just don’t gravitate towards them. Venture Bros was recommended to us though.

Anonymous asked:

"Nooo Ortho wanted to slurp this one" not a problem at all, i don't mind sharing uwu uhuhuhuh sorry for cursing the askbox so soon too XDDD i couldn't help it

Ah it’s so nice when people share… uwu

No worries btw, every single thing in this blog is cursed one way or another, so it really fits xD

Anonymous asked:

No bc the way your fem idia is just insanely body goals

Omg Anon, thank you?? I don’t think if she should be body goals though, she’s kind of too skinny for her height… she just has a high metabolism genetically I guess, I’m pretty sure any other means of achieving her appearance would be unhealthy...

Anonymous asked:

I never thought about ADeuce in the future, but the idea of them being together without really committing to a relationship makes a lot of sense.

I imagine a similar scenario for Ruggie/Leona. They wouldn't even see eachother that frequently, but they still keep in touch and hook up whenever they do meet. They are not just keeping this up because it's beneficial to them, they actually seem to enjoy eachother's company. It's not anything close to dating, and they would never call it love, but I feel like that's the highest level of commitment you can get from either of them. Also Ruggie would probably spend a lot of time working, leaving the Sunset Savanna quite often. If he sees a chance to bag some extra cash he is not going to let a little distance stop him! Meanwhile Leona is just hanging around the royal court. Has he given up on his plan to help the poor people of his country or is he cooking something? Honestly not even Ruggie knows...

(this is related to the 6th reply from this post)

ADeuce really are a bit annoying like that, but I love them for it. Everyone knows you want to be together, guys. You’re just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, because you’re too afraid the other party is going to ridicule you for expressing your feelings that both of you are already aware of, because you’ve been sleeping together for years, COME! ON!

Also everything you said about Ruggie/Leona makes sense! Ruggie is too busy and focused on his job(s) to start a family, and Leona is either plotting something or just doing nothing being unmotivated… so whenever they have an opportunity to do so, hooking up sounds logical: why not? It’s definitely not love and not a romantic relationship, but it is a relationship nonetheless… a mutually beneficial one, but also a surprisingly “comfortable” one because both of them are so used to this dynamic that doesn’t require any emotional effort. They’re surprisingly on the same page.

Anonymous asked:

i might have written an OC spanking Riddle once :eyes: usually i just see characters and readers or OCs being spanked by Riddle, but he would be so cute being spanked! teary eyed, confused and flustered, his ass clearly needs attention

(this is related to the 2nd reply from this post)

I know right? For some reason it just works. Maybe it’s because of his backstory and him being so very serious but also so immature, but if you imagine a spanking scenario with Riddle, it’s like… he belongs there lol

Anonymous asked:

About how young was Silver when he and Lilia first started fuckin 🤔 honestly I'm super interested in what those early days would have looked like, and how their first few times would go

Honestly, it depends on whatever route you want to take for any specific post/art/comic/etc, and I feel like with us it’s always a very vague and implied “kind of young”.

We explain it with Lilia having uhh alternative views on parenting, it’s like a mix of him being a fae (turns out, this doesn’t excuse him 😔), him not knowing how children work and him adoring Silver way too much and having too much fun with him. He’s not the best person lol So yeah, Silver was probably way too young to figure out what’s going on, but also this whole thing was a “norm” to him, because it also happened very gradually: the goodnight kisses became more mature, the way they cuddle changed; and with Silver absolutely adoring Lilia, trusting him so much and believing that Lilia only wants what’s best for him, he never had a problem with any of it. Even the first times weren’t too much of a shock to him, especially since Silver considered it to be some special type of training that he really wanted to get good at as soon as possible.

The Zigvolts would’ve been terrified if they found out…….

[manofmanymons]

Hey I don’t know if you’re still into Digimon Survive but if you are could you do some headcanons on Minoru x Ryo? Maybe like first kiss headcanons or something? But if you’re not into it anymore or don’t want to that’s totally okay! I just have brainrot over them lol

Have a good day!

IS THAT AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT MINORU AND RYO AGAIN I SEE

all my thoughts about their general dynamic I already kinda ranted about that one time here. But a lot of that was more "once they're in an established relationship" hcs

so let's talk about early relationship and lots of firsts

I think them confessing would be repeated attempts by both of them that continuously end in them chickening out last second. Minoru tries to sound serious with a "I need to tell you something important " but Ryo shuts him down with "if you're gonna tell me about some random superhero thing again, don't," and he panics and says nevermind

Meanwhile Ryo only said that because he was about to try to confess and Minoru saying he was going to say something important made him get in his own head and he also panicked aldkfaj he didn't want to look too nervous or excited so he settled on mean instead ToT

Eventually Minoru just keeps texting this genre of picture

until Ryo gets confused enough to ask if he's trying to ask him out (he is)

Very big "oh no I fell for an idiot" moment for our dearest Ryo, but hey, he still says yes XD

And here's my reason for thinking they'd have such a rough time confessing right (besides the fact that I personally just think confessing to someone you truly care about and are close friends with is always probably hard). I think in part because they both Caught Feelings they'd be a little scared to drop their acts around each other, so sometimes Ryo still can't tell if Minoru is joking or not and Minoru can't tell if Ryo is actually mad or not. They're both afraid of reading too deep into the other's reactions and getting their hopes up and that makes it hard to gauge each other's reactions to their failed confessions.

They get past it once they're together though ofc.

FIRST DATE ALSO AWKWARD (UNTIL IT ISN'T)

Idiots trying too hard bc their friends, possibly even partners, got in their heads insisting the way they normally talk to each other isn't romantic at all and that they can't keep messing with each other so much now that they're dating. It doesn't take them all too long to realize that that's stupid actually bc they like their dynamic and they didn't fall for each other by not liking the way the other talks.

Also think some of the awkwardness would come from the fact that it would be both of their first real date ever (no, "bro dates" don't count. no, the time Ryo was dragged to a mixer and was flirted with doesn't count either) and neither of them knows how to act. All is well once they both agree to be normal.

Their first kiss would be significantly less awkward. They have officially escaped the awkward zone, good for them. Genuinely think it would just happened. Y'know like a casual kiss goodbye after spending a day together that they only fully process happened and freak out over after they're alone.

They don't really talk about it. Minoru lies awake at night regretting his life choices and wondering "why did I do that" until Ryo kisses him back the next time they're together.

OR OR OR HEAR ME OUT

they kissed one time before that in the other world when they thought they were gonna die and then NEVER acknowledged it. Maybe it was a real kiss, maybe it was a "I don't wanna die before having my first kiss" kiss. Happened so fast neither of them really knows for sure who initiated it. Get cheesy teen drama'd.

First romantic holiday as a couple...Ryo does not think twice before making chocolates for Minoru. That's his boyfriend, why wouldn't he do that for him? Minoru has significantly more of a dumbass crisis of "but he's a guy, what are the rules if we're both guys?!" Luckily Takuma (nicely), Kaito (not nicely), and Falcomon (somehow even less nicely) all tell him not to overthink it.

Lowkey think Minoru would have a FEW moments like that in the very beginning. Wanting to do a gentlemanly thing like hold a door open or offer up his jacket only to worry too much about if he's accidentally treating his bf "like a girl." This time Ryo talks some sense into him. He admits that okay yeah maybe it's a little embarrassing, but only because he's not really used to being doted on by someone other than his parents, not because he's offended that his bf loves him and wants to do nice things for him adlkfaj

TLDR: I think they're both insecure little overthinkers who really don't want to do things wrong, but once they get past that they're really not much different as a couple than they were as friends (with the exception that they're a lot more open with each other now and also kith sometimes lmao)

[pomellon]

-Pulls up a chair for new Dead Space au- Go oooooon. 👀 Dream being a scientist would be so good. But also him knowing some Engineering which is part of the reason he's still alive. Sapnap and George just sometimes coming across evidence that things have been fixed or tampered with, hoping it's Dream. (Although I gotta ask, happy ending? I might just cry if not but this is such a good brainrot thought lol)

Yes! So far I'm thinking that Sapnap is an engineer and George a data analyst, so while I think I'm making Dream a scientist he definitely picked up some tips and tricks from his boyfriends :D

I’m also liking the idea of Sapnap finding evidence of Dream, like recordings and logs, maybe even spotting Dream in a few places but too far away for him to get his attention. George on the other finds nothing, he’s in a different area of the ship, but trusts Sapnap’s accounts. He is mainly focused on keeping Sapnap on track, making sure to keep the ship running is the most import task after all, it’s not like they can find Dream if the damn thing breaks down and kills them all.

BUT, I haven’t actually decided if Dream is even still on the ship 👀

The times Sapnap sees Dream are definitely hallucinations triggered by the Marker. Some of the audio logs are real, but some are just empty corrupted files. They don’t realize this until one of the rare moment when George and Sap actually cross paths and Sapnap gives George some of them, only for George to get really fucking confused because there’s nothing on them.

I’m leaning into the idea of George being one of the few humans that’s immune to the Marker’s influence, so it takes him a while to figure out something is wrong with Sapnap. He kind of just boils down his sometimes stressed and frantic behavior being due to the whole life and death situation they’re in, and you know, the fact that they keep getting attacked by reanimated and mutated corpses. And George isn’t wrong in that assumption, Sapnap is definitely traumatized by all the blood, death, and gore around him, but on top of that he’s also having visual and auditory hallucinations. You know, classic Marker stuff :D

Also one of the spookiest parts of the game for me is when you’re made to backtrack, but instead of finding the dismembered corpses of the necromorphs you’ve killed, you at times find the slaughtered bodies of survivors. That you killed. Because you were hallucinating they were necromorphs.

This is also something that happens in the au, but with George backtracking into an area Sapnap has cleared, and he knows this because Sapnap told him. But he doesn't find traces of necromorphs, only dead survivors that have clearly been killed by an engineer plasma cutter. It’s about then that George figures something is really really wrong with his boyfriend.

(Also yes, good ending! Or as good as it can get following canon lore of a cosmic horror and survival game XD I don’t plan to kill any of them, and the au will probably follow a similar path to the first two games and then maybe dnn + kunz being on the run in the three years time space between game two and three. Tho I will probably not include game three, as if the devs are going to remake the next two games I have a feeling they will be tweaking the third one the most, so I will leave it out for now.)

[kbthebearcat]

So sometimes when I can’t think of anything to draw, or I CANT seem to draw anything I think of… I will just make random doodles to try and at least get some kind of drawing and practice in. I have quite a few of these. Most of the time they just end up being expressions with out full faces, and other times it’s random characters or vague doodles of existing characters (like the doodle of sorta-Donald there who looks annoyed and confused lol. Probably because I didn’t complete him and left him as a sketchy doodle lmbo… 😭) If you’re interested, I have a description for each doodle dump here under the cut!

So for the first one, not much to say… it’s the most recent doodle page I did and it’s just a bunch of expressions/faces. They are really fun for me to do when I don’t know what else to draw, and I don’t feel a lot of pressure making them. They just flow out without much effort or worry about them turning out good! Second one has this random anonymous figure that I was just practicing more expressions and posing with. Then I ended up drawing a random anthro cat that I honestly would like to draw more of because I like him and I think he came out cute. ;w;

Third one has less going on. Some random faces and then a random character I made up, it’s a little more stylized and cartoony than usual for me. I enjoyed drawing her!

And then lastly, we have that also doesn’t have too many doodles, but we’ve got an unfinished confused and annoyed Donald there. XD And then a lil random anthro bunny character that looks like he’s trying to get a waiter to come over??? IDK LOL. Then we’ve got a scared/disturbed-looking kitty face, and finally I think I ended up doing some kind of shark version of my sona KB there??? And she looks angry haha. Maybe I was kind of angry when I did this or bothered? I don’t really remember… 😅 But yeah! That’s about it!

[goosewriting]

Yeahhh I’m SO GLAD you’re back!! I open tumblr every now and then to see if you've posted anything new,hope you’re doing well!🥺💖

I just got home from my graduation trip and in a while I'm going to keep preparing to apply to my grad school, I know all too well what it's like to have no motivation to study, it's always hard to get started on something serious, even when I'm drawing my own stuff, I always turn on my computer in the morning and then I don't start drawing until the evening lol

Just curious if you've found anything interesting lately? Movies and TV shows or novels or whatever, I recently read the novel I've read a million times again and started reading battle scars 🫡

And am looking forward to your new works! hope to see you write more about Cal, your writing of Cal is my favorite, you're a genius at writing Cal!🥹🤲❤️

Have a nice day and hope you do well at the finals<333

(This is my first time using ask box and I don’t know if I’m using this right,still confused about how to use tumblr 💦)

hi! thank you so much for the message and your kind words <3 they mean a lot to me! and i'm flattered to hear you like my writing that much :') 💕

i had my first final today, it was an oral exam, i thought i was going to fail because i slept very badly due to the heat and i barely studied for it, but i passed :'D so one less, two more to go. and then two essays. but that's a problem for future goose lol

i hope you had a fun trip Lin! applications are always stressful but i hope you get into your dream school<3

oof battle scars,, have fun with that one lol it's a good one! i should revisit my notes i took when i read it for future writing references lol currently i'm reading the republic commando series by karen traviss, i'm on book 3 rn. it's been such a fun read, i can't wait to speed through it after this week is over haha while it isn't canon anymore, i think the way the clones are depicted is very interesting, especially in the first book, the things the clones were taught about jedis and all that; it was a refreshing insight imo.

as for movies/tv, i'm really looking forward to arcane s2, as well as deadpool and wolverine. it feels like i've been waiting a decade for this movie! xD i miss the good ol' marvel days. i should rewatch some of the older ones now that i think about it~

ah i have some new ideas for cal that i just now remembered, so i'm gonna go jot those down before i forget lol

thank you sm again for your message, and my ask box is still open for all of you, dear goslings :D feel free to send something in!

have a fantastic week everyone, stay hydrated, have a snack. you deserve it. i'm glad you're here 🐤❤️🪿

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Hello!! First of all, I hope you have been doing well! Second of all, I’ve been meaning to tell this to you for so long but I really like that one art you made for komanami week. The one where HPA Komaeda and Nanami kiss (But honestly I’m obsessed with each piece you’ve made for the week glhlh). It inspired me to have this headcanon: I like to think that they had something close to relationship back in Hope’s Peak but neither were good at the whole romance thing and human interaction in general so they never realized and thought that that’s just how friendships work. Probably had a sleepover once where they slept in the same bed and they always hug a lot and hold hands. So their classmates are just left confused whether they’re dating or not lol

That your art also gave me this idea: maybe Nanami would try to do something about it and make the first move so she tries to kiss Komaeda once while they’re doing homework together in the library, but she gets too embarrassed and scared of losing the friendship they have right now and just runs away after, while Komaeda is left embarrassed and confused too. But due to his self esteem the idea that someone, esp someone like Nanami-san, would be into him seems impossible so he decides that maybe she just wanted to use him as a practice for kissing someone else. So in the end neither of them ever bring it up again xD

And for the last: I’ve been very busy lately but I still would love to host a komanami week until the year ends. I can’t promise anything, but so far late October/early November seem like the most likely dates. Would you like to participate if I manage to host it and would this date be comfortable enough for you? :0 I wanted to ask all artists that might be interested so yeah, hope this is okay ^^

Awwwws you’re always so sweet 🥰

That headcanon of yours reminds me of this one komanami fic I read where Nagi and Chiaki are technically dating but Nagito is too lost in the self-depreciating sauce that he doesn’t want to acknowledge it lol. These two can be so prone to miscommunication due to their awkward social skills and that’s part of their appeal honestly. As far as another Komanami Week goes I would adore to do it again but my schedule this year has left me with not as much time to do as much art as I did last year 😭 I would most likely have the best time to actually get prompts done during late November, and December since that’s when things get a little slower at work—which means for me the ideal time for a Komanami week to happen would be probs like the beginning of next year so I can have the slow period at work to work on it. Though, if ya go ahead and make it sometime in late October or November I’ll see if I can manage to get a prompt or two in! I probably won’t be able to do the whole week like last time but I’d still like to make em a lil somethin’ somethin’ ^-^. Thanks for asking me again!