#metal as fuck and understandable tbh

[dark-elf-writes]

Odysseus after ten years of suffering, picking up Poseidon’s trident: Traumatize them back :)

Poseidon: Hey… Buddy… can we talk about this?

Odysseus: No :)

[lord-squiggletits]

Y'know I kind of feel like when Megatron killed Tarn and said 'I want you to spend your final moments thinking of this: that everything you've done has been for nothing' he was kind of self-projecting onto Tarn? Mainly because at Megatron's statue, M and T had a conversation where Tarn explicitly asked if all the Decepticons in service to Megatron died for nothing, if HE did everything he did for nothing. (And I think M even gave an answer along the lines of 'idk I think we basically did'). And then after Megatron killed the DJD and Rodimus teleported in to rescue him, there was that silent moment where Megatron just stared at Rodimus not moving at all before he finally took his hand at the last moment.

It honestly feels to me like for a while, Megatron fully intended to murder-suicide himself. Murder the DJD, his monsters and his creation, and then take himself out alongside them, because he is also a monster. Because he also feels that everything he's ever done has been for nothing.

Goddamn it's no wonder I liked that scene so much LMAO, as someone who thinks villain Megatron > Autobot Megatron, literally one of his key traits is that Megatron basically took his pain/trauma/worldview and used it to lash out at the universe and try to subjugate it to his vision. So the fact that he took his own pain and brutally murdered the DJD while telling them the very same thing that puts him through so much agony is so very deliciously ironic. And a return, however brief, to the Megatron characterization that I know and love.

[mini-uzzy]

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[romanarose]

Worship

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Summary: Worshiping Logan's cock through his jeans.

Warnings: Cock worship, premature cumming in pants, belt worship (?????), d/s stuff, daddy kink, ruining make up, little bit of a musk kink?

A/n: just a short little blurb bc I'm horny. but its sweet tbh

Logan stood at the doorway, looking down at the sight before him. He didn't require you to be kneeling when he came home, but god was it a treat when you did.

"Such a good girl..." He mutters, shutting the door behind him before any of the neighbors saw such a pretty sight. It's even better when you hand him a cold beer from beside you. "God damn, how did I get so lucky?" It's not a twist off, so Logan cracks it open on his teeth, spitting to bottle cap to the side as he took you in.

Technically, the correct form was for you to be head down until he told you too look at him, but right now? You were just so fucking cute. The way you grinned up at him with the big eyes and bright smile made his heart swell... but the cute teddy and panties you wore had the same effect on his cock. Logan really didn't understand how he got so luck, and as he sipped on the cold beer after a long day of logging, all his stressed washed away when he saw his pretty little girl's mouth watching staring at his pants.

"You wanna taste, princess?" When you nod eagerly, Logan beckons you forward with with fingers, smirking at the excited way you crawl to him.

"Can I touch you, daddy?"

"Go ahead, bub."

Giggling and giddy, you reach out for his cock beginning to tent in his jeans, but he stops you. His hand holds up as a stop sign and the other holds a beer, his face quirking up at your display. "Slow, babydoll."

You obey, pawing at the bulge in his jeans. Logan groans as you bring him to full aching hardness. You loved his cock, loved watching the reaction it had to you. Your sweet lips plant a little kiss on the fly, then you nuzzle against the fabric, sighing contently while you remain steady by holding his thick thighs.

"I love you." You whisper directly to his pants, and Logan chuckles as he downs the last of his beer. Yeah, you were talking to his dick, not him, but he knew you loved him too. The beer bottle gets tossed into the couch, and Logan cards his fingers into your hair as you continue to nuzzle again his clothed cock, mouthing over it and breathing the hot air onto him. Logan could propose right here, honestly, make his precious girl his forever...

But he had fun plans for you right now.

His cock was aching, straining at the view before him. What more could a man ask for? A cold beer and the prettiest girl in the world worshiping his throbbing member with the biggest smile on her face. A wet spot was growing on his jeans, both from you slobbering on him and from the pre-cum leaking.

You sit up a little, stretching your legs, yes, but also a particular goal in mind. His belt. You kiss that big belt buckle, still palming his erection and his balls, but licking at metal object.

"Fucking love you." You take a big wiff, smelling the sweat from a hard days work and eyes rolling back in your head. "Always taking care of me, providing for me..." You lick a stripe up that belt buckle, getting a little bit of his shirt and a taste of his belly.

Logan fists your hair into his hands, rubbing your sweet, pretty face on him. You don't protest to being shoved into his stomach, feeling the hard muscles under a little bit of stomach, licking and smelling as he brought you down, careful not to hurt your face, back to his crotch. Your makeup was smearing, blotches of red and black and pink, and all the coloring you used for your face, swirling around his jeans and your skin. He loved it. Logan secretly hoping the lipstick would stain, that he could walk to the lumber yard with evidence of your lips on him... but that might embarrass you, and he didn't want to embarrass you.

As he controlled the pace, Logan groans above you, forcing stimulation on his throbbing dick. Logan, as always, showings your with praise.

"My good little slut, always willing to do what I say, to make me happy."

"Just letting me -oh fuck- letting me use your face, not even fucking it just, just rutting into it like a pillow."

He humps your face even as he controls the movements, using you like you were a lifeless fuck toy but loving you like you were the most precious gem.

His moans turned into whimpers, and as Logan began stuttering his degrading praises, you knew what was happening.

"P-pretty girl, my pretty... girl.... shits, shit, shit, fuuuuuuccckkk!" he continued to rub you on his cock, cumming inside his jeans and dragging out his pleasure as long as possible

Logan lets go, and you fall back on your butt, giggling. Your lover drops to the ground on his knees, exhausted but smiling, so you wrap your arms around him and pull him down. The carpet is decent but the pillow you were kneeling on barely fits the two of you, so you opt to lay on his chest while you rest.

"I've never once cum in my pants. Gotta be a special kind of slut to make me do that shit."

You smile up at him, your face a complete mess but so, so happy and pretty. "Yeah, but I'm your special slut."

He tips your face up to get a little kiss onto those sweet lips.

"Yeah, you are. My special slut."

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[alllgator-blood]

hymns of the unholy drops tomorrow, I'm gonna make a track tier list but here's my initial thoughts before it comes out:

This feels worthy of a "read more" just because there's no pictures to look at and it's four paragraphs. TL;DR the album is very cheesy but I'm literally so excited I'm gonna stay up all night so I can listen to the new album the second it drops. The overly critical part of my brain is telling me I shouldn't derive enjoyment from this album unironically but I'm not gonna obey, I am cringe and free and I'm gonna crank this shit with no shame cause it's the game I like...IN MUSIC FORm

[gif meant to represent me randomly busting it down leshy style when I'm home alone, and singing "THE END AWAITS AS THE OLD FAITH TAKES THE LAST OF MY KIIIIINDDDD" over and over]

The lamb's song was kickass and if I heard it in the wild without knowing there was a metal album for this game, I'd spontaneously combust from sheer excitement. It's instantly recognizable and that's kinda all I wanted from it tbh! I've mentioned before that I'm way more of a djent/shoegaze/sludge fan when it comes to metal rather than the genre these songs have been, but I'm literally so excited the bishops are getting some kind of inclusion in a project that I'm gonna crank this album even if it reminds me of the shadow the hedgehog game soundtrack. Tbh this one is so solid that if they JUST announced this one and didn't make the others, I'd still think it'd stand alone quite well for what it is! Edit: I said I'm cringe and free, why did I spend half this section dunking on the genre.....

Leshy's song..........was totally lame but in an epic way, like the first time I listened to it I thought it was fine! But when I actually read the lyrics I had tears streaming down my face from laughter. I screamed out loud when the guy basically says "btw my name is leshy :)", the lyrics are actually so fucking bad. But c'mon it's LESHY he's the littlest brother, if anyone got a corny ass song it should really be him. The shredding solo at the end is fucking hilarious and if he was in charge of his own song, he 10000% would request that specific ending. Musically, this one sounds the least like the source material so far but it's got that arpeggio from his + amdusias' theme and that's arguably the most iconic part. Also, "DAYLIGHT WILL COME UNDONE AS WE ECLIPSE THE SUN" is insane and is the best part besides describing his blindness as "ETERNAL NIGHTFALL"

Heket's song...........It has my favorite lyrics so far but the vocal work after the 40 second mark had to grow on me. I can't describe it but it sounds like that post grunge style and as a grunge fan, post grunge is my biggest opp in the music world. I was hoping they'd get a female singer for this but for heket specifically I can understand why they didn't. The actual lyrics in the song are fuckin badass, when it gets to the "MAKE YOUR PEACE, CREATURE" part I always turn it up to a deafening volume because it goes BALLISTIC. Genuinely my favorite part of any of these songs so far. I adore that her characterization in this song is layered and isn't just "I'm leshy, I'm made of plants or something and also I'm gonna kill you", it goes through her arc PERFECTLY imo!! Instrumentals in this one are better than the leshy song as well, I really like that they brought back the pitch bending/choppy sampling from the ost for this one

I'm on my hands and knees begging for the shamura song to be good, the leshy song had me worried but they came in clutch for heket. If they don't work in shamura's iconic lines from the game, I'm gonna cry inside I think- I'll forgive a lame kallamar song but ONLY if it's funny. Narinder's theme is gonna be hard to fuck up imo I have faith it'll be top tier

[boyapologist]

as if this couldn't get any worse, I just realized I'm an extra in the first leg of the flight they put on my new rooster for tomorrow. an extra. in a 3 hour flight. I'm going to kill myself

what a chill and uneventful day!

[olenvasynyt]

A little sick of the E/riels using the part where Az realizes she's a seer as a sign that their ship is endgame.

Madja said that a mate will finds what's remiss in her and that it is a sign that Az understands her more than Lucien does because he was the one who figured out she's a seer. People say it's a sign that E/riel could be mates.

But let's get this fucking straight: Elain's powers weren't what was wrong with her. What was wrong with her was she was locked up in the House of Wind, basically in a catatonic state, depressed, suicidal. I'm pretty sure her and Nesta were up there since the IC brought them to the NC after the Cauldron.

Lucien was the one to demand that she goes outside, sees the ocean or a garden.

"She needs fresh air." "we'll decide what she needs." I could have sworn his ruby hair gleamed like molten metal as his temper rose. BUt it faded, his russet eye fixing on me. "Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. BUt get her out of this house for an hour or two."

And tbh, Az saying she's a seer just sounds like he sees her as a tool.

"We're the ones who need..." Azriel trailed off. "A seer," he said, more to himself than us. "The Cauldron made you a seer."

Let's not forget that he ahs been actively researching in the library about what could be happening with her, per Feyre's request. And imo, he did not show any signs of concern for her mental health or her weight, unlike Lucien, because the first words we get in Lucien's POV is concern for his mate.

Too thin. SHe must not be eating at all. How can she even stand?

Also, let's not forget that Lucien believes Elain and offers to go and look for Vassa because of Elain's vision.

"I'll go." Lucien was staring at Elain as he spoke. "I'll go," he repeated, rising to his feet. "To find this sixth queen."

Just sick of people misconstruing this scene for the sake of E/riel.

[ratatouillewastakendammit]

HEAR ME OUT 😭 toga!reader who grew up with katsuki and izuku, she was always insecure about her quirk bc ppl told her liking gore was weird etc and ofc kats bullied her bc of that… until she grew older, realised how much her quirk can do, joined league of villains alongside dabi… maybe dabi takes a liking to her ^^ and he understands the need for revenge all too well… 🙂‍↔️ THATS ABOUT ALL I HAVE RN!

Wait this is so fun!! I usually try to keep the readers quirk undefined because I know some people want to insert their own but tbh I loveeee gory quirks and stuff

I'll Kill 'Em, You Hide the Body

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Warnings: language, slightly suggestive, bullying, violence, blood (ofc), also it's been a while since I've written less dialogue heavy stuff so let me know if you have any critiques!

Word Count: 2.1k

Dabi had never been a fan of Toga.

The blonde was nothing short of psychotic, which he usually didn't mind by itself. Still, she possessed an undeniable creepiness about her that had him keeping as much as possible.

Seeing that she had wormed her way into his room to jab him for blood once may or may not have exemplified his dislike.

You on the other hand?

It was interesting how you and the blonde shared similar quirks, powers of seperate sides of the same coin with minor differences on how you used them.

It was even more interesting, however, with how much different the two of you actually were.

He remembered how you acted when you had first been introduced to the League, quiet and eyes glued to the floor, words slurred from the subtle way you tried to keep your mouth closed as you spoke. Still, your efforts seemed to be in vain, the soft whites of your sharpened canines becoming revealed the second you had joined them for a meal.

In all honesty, Dabi had thought it was dumb, how insecure you were of your quirk. He had seen mutant-quirk holders with features much more abhorrent than your barely noticeable fangs.

Spinner, the giant lizard man working along with you both was an easy example.

Shigaraki had accepted you, seemingly already knowledgeable of whatever powers you possessed when Giran had brought you to the hideout, leaving everyone else in the dark.

And while the others hadn't seemed to mind, accepting your soft spoken demeanor and mystery with open arms, Dabi wasn't exactly elated to have another weakling on the team.

How the hell would he be able to trust that you wouldn't fuck up if he didn't know what you could do?

So when Shigaraki had assigned you to his group for a mission, he had scoffed, grumbling about how you were just going to get yourself killed.

You, however, had been quite the surprise.

Drawing a small knife from your boot, you slid the blade over your palm, the metal leaving a thin line of scarlet behind. He watched as the liquid pooled over your fingers before rising in the air, leaving your skin clean and untouched.

He watched, cerulean eyes wide as he took in the horrific beauty you possessed.

Blood continued to slip from your cut, each drop falling upward to amalgamate into your dreadful creation, a vine of vermilion that trailed around a group of your opponents.

When a squeeze of your fist, the ruby liquid clotted together, wrapping around the men and pulling them together into a makeshift prison. The blood, now miraculously hardened, poked at their skin, pulling at their own plasma until it was also under your control.

You used your other hand, careful not to mix the substances, before forming the material into a scythe. If one listened hard enough, they could hear the edge of the blade slicing through the air, just as deadly and graceful as its wielder.

It was almost poetic, the way you cut through your foes with the innards of their comrades.

By the end of it, a gory havoc had exploded through the room, you, just as untouched and pristine as before all of it, standing in the middle of it.

Beckoning a finger forward, you drew your own blood back toward you, the fluid snaking back under your skin and gluing the cut back together.

Toga had been absolutely obsessed with you from that moment on, hanging off your shoulder and chatting your ear off whenever you would let her.

Surprisingly, you didn't exactly seem to mind, expression holding nothing was silent contentment, the way one may look at a younger sibling or apprentice.

Dabi, on the other hand, had only grown increasingly obsessed with figuring you out.

To say you grew up isolated was an understatement.

When your quirk had first been revealed, your parents had been happy, albeit a bit taken aback by the initial grimness of it, hopeful for the unwritten future of success you had waiting.

Blood bending had quite the potential, after all.

Similarly, your friends had been enamored by the creations of your ability, eyes wide in childish wonder as you made inanimate creatures float around the classroom, one of your favorite tricks.

Your life had started to end the first day you passed out in class.

It had been a small turtledove that time, red as rubies and small enough to fit in your hand. The avian organism flying over your head was the last thing you remembered before the world went black.

Filled with panic, your parents had rushed you to the nearest urgent care, voices laced with tension as they explained the situation, even as you woke up. The doctor had done numerous tests, each more exhausting than the last.

A few days passed, filled with fear and anticipation at each time you would faint without an explanation.

'Extremely low iron' was the first thing written on the report, letters big and angry. Still, those that followed were so much worse.

The notion of having to consume some form of blood, not only to sustain your quirk, but to keep you alive, left your family in shambles.

Each of your friends began to trickle away after the news as well, most scared by the rumor that you were secretly a vampire started by some blond a few grades below you. Bakugou was his name, that of which you had learned a few days later as the bullying continued.

Whispers lined the hallway as you walked past, each hushed syllable and scowl following you like a disease.

"She'll eat you if you let her too close."

"I heard she picks people off the streets and drains 'em."

The love for gore and scary movies you had definitely didn't help your case.

Regardless, back then, you would've easily watched some romantic comedy instead of your favorite slasher film, if only it could be done with friends by your side, giggling at the dreamy love interest and cheesy lines.

And despite your desperate yearning for companionship, maybe you would've been fine if it was left at plain isolation.

The worst of it started when Bakugou convinced some of his friends to break into your locker. They had taken your lunch box and dumped the contents out in the nearest trashcan before stuffing it back in, all of which you being completely oblivious to.

When you opened your lunchbox expecting the usual sandwich and bag of chips, your eyes had doubled in horror when they met the dead bird cradled within instead.

Home could have easily been a sanctuary for you, but it soon became just as depressing as school.

Thankfully, your doctor had been able to give you meager rations of the blood donations the local hospital received weekly. Still, you began to dread each time your parents went out to pick it up from the pharmacy.

They would hand you the bag to put in the freezer, fingers barely gripping the plastic like it was a dead animal.

As far as you knew, it very well could've been.

Their complaints ran through your ears constantly, vivid descriptions of the revolted looks the nurses would give him, followed by the scattered glances of pity they might get from other parents at the store.

Once, your mother had to excuse herself from the table, silently gagging at the ruby liquid in your cup. Soon it became a regular occurrence, both leaving in disgust until you were left to eat your meals alone, food cold and room silent.

A few years inched by before they pushed you away as well, lending you money for a small apartment on the other side of town, as far away from them as possible.

By the time you turned eighteen, they had cut you off completely, giving you just enough time for all that sadness and insecurity to meld into hate.

Joining the League was the first thing you did after moving out.

Surprisingly, it hadn't taken a long time at all for Dabi to take a liking to you, the quiet admiration stemming from his initial awe at your power, regardless of how much he didn't want to admit it.

Taunting you soon becomes his favorite activity. You were unexpectedly hard to fluster, but the way your eyes would flit to the ground in embarrassment made it deliciously worth it.

Regardless, the soft blood lust burning in your eyes whenever he would push your buttons too far had his pants tightening.

It was hard to decide which reaction he liked better.

Those were the reactions he was digging for tonight, arms crossed as he leaned on your door frame, smirking at the way you had mindlessly left the entryway to your room unlocked.

It was like you were practically begging him to come in.

He had learned of your past a few hours ago from Kurogiri, the dark mass of mist and fog easily digging out the information.

The knowledge had pissed him off, sure. In all honesty, he would've happily added another U.A. brat to his kill-list, especially once he recognized Bakugou's name, the idiot being in the same class as his darling little brother.

Still, Dabi had enough self respect to consult you first.

Or, at least, he had convinced himself it was 'consulting.' Whether or not it was more accurately 'annoying you until you did something worth the regret' was none of his concern.

And it was all the more motivation if he could worm his way into your good graces.

He definitely wouldn't mind letting you play damsel if it meant winning your affection in the end.

Maybe it was the mention of that blond twerps name, or maybe that of your parents, which had your fingers curling around your pencil, your line of sight glued to the paper in front of you.

"Get out. I'm working," you said without looking up.

"You know, fucking someone up would make you feel a lot better than writing in a diary." He walked over to where you were sitting, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. A hand slipped over your shoulder as he bent down, the warmth of his skin kissing your own as he whispered, "Or I know some other ways of relieving stress if you want help."

You scoffed, ignoring the heat building in your cheeks at the insinuation. "Are you always this annoying?"

"Only for you, doll."

Dabi was quite the flirt, and while you were quite masterful at hiding your own attraction to the man, each amorous comment had your defenses faltering.

"I just don't know how you can let that shit fly." His touch slid lower, hands snaking low enough to rest on your thighs, his breath tickling your ear. "If it was me, they would be six feet under right now."

"You really think I don't want to?" The heels of your chair slid across the wooden floor in an unpleasant screech, your pencil slamming against the desk as you stood and turned to face him. "I think about it all the fucking time! I just..." You swallowed. "There's no coming back from that... I don't know if I can."

Silence met your unwilling confession, clashing with the pit of embarrassment growing in your stomach. An attempt to hide from the scrutiny of his stare, you moved over to sit on your bed, resting your face in your hands as the stillness enveloped you.

"Then let me do it for you."

You looked up. "What?"

"I said," Dabi slowly crept over to you, gaze locked on your own. "Let me do it for you."

The way each syllable was enunciated with cruel ardor left you shivering, your skin prickling in goosebumps as the heat radiating off his body swept closer.

"I'll make sure to leave enough pieces behind to drain, if you want."

It was almost as if he could hear the blood thrumming through your veins, your quirk begging for the violent, venegeful release that you were being promised.

That annoyingly excitable muscle in his chest jumped at the way you looked at him, eyes dancing with a mixture of desire and ferocity.

Eventually, you gave your answer, quiet, but certain.

"Okay."

[son1c]

fibula makes me crazy cuz he's from a time when the cutting edge of technology was color television. so there's disconnect in his brain whenever he looks at eggman's hyper-advanced robots. because what even is that? it looks like it's alive and it acts like it's alive so it must be alive. and when they get hurt, they stumble just like any other living thing.

the intricacies are so far above what fibula can understand, but when he looks at the badniks, he looks right through their metal casing and sees their souls. and it's so fucked up because he's not even misunderstanding, or personifying, or any of that. eggman is so smart that he gives his robots sentience canonically... and he does it so he can crush them under his thumb. but fibula doesn't use the badniks' personhood against them unlike eggman. fibula doesn't "use it" at all. he just recognizes it. he treats them differently than anyone else. he treats them like they're worth something.

eggman makes a million badniks a week because he has infinite resources and this is cartoon logic. they're all replaceable to him. maybe that's even part of the point, that power that he holds over them. "you mean nothing to me, so do your job and maybe you'll get to exist for a little while longer." but it's not like that for fibula.

fibula protects metal sonic like metal sonic can die. even though metal sonic by design can never die. fibula doesn't want metal sonic to be rebuilt or replaced because to him that would be like if your friend died and was replaced by a clone of themselves. it looks the same but it's not them. to fibula, metal sonic is unique and valuable and should never be replaced. he's not smart enough to learn how to fix metal sonic's machinery, so he'll sacrifice his own well-being to make sure metal sonic doesn't get damaged.

fibula is sad when motobugs are destroyed and he grows resentment toward eggman for his attitude toward his lesser badniks. metal sonic is his best friend, yeah, but those other machines are still alive. to fibula, it's like watching some guy adopt puppies and then send them into a dog fighting ring over and over and over again. he really hates it. but maybe he's overly sensitive, since death is sort of a sore spot for him. eggman refuses to stop sending the badniks into battles they can't win. fibula can't protect all of them. he knows this, and it makes him sad.

fibula fights hard to protect what badniks he can. sonic--the organic one--notices this and he kind of hates it tbh? cuz sonic doesn't hold back when kicking machines in the head, but it's harder for him to have that same lack of reservation when it's fibula. yeah, fibula's a monster, but in sonic's mind, fibula's more "alive" than the badniks. so, he'd rather destroy them than a guy who, at one point, was no less alive than him. it's just harder for him to disconnect from the violence i guess. especially when faced with a guy who makes him almost feel bad for destroying the machines. like, get real.

the withering glare from fibula whenever he crushes a robot to pieces just feels so personal. like, it doesn't feel good to have this guy looking at him like he just killed somebody--as far as sonic's concerned, all he did was take out a dangerous machine. it kind of takes the fun out of the whole thing for sonic. and he really hates that.

[1eoness]

CHANGE.

cw: re4remake leon... just a lil more rude than usual. covers very sensitive topics: theft and surrogate prostitution (not mentioned), SUPERRR NOT CANON.

nsfw cw: DUBCON i think? (always practice safe and consensual sex) (slight-enemy smut idfk) dom!re4remake leon kennedy x sub! fem/afab-reader. size kink, creampie?? spit kink?? squirting?? mild degradation, pet names, feminine terms... straight up porn tbh i dont even know BRUHH WTFI DONT EVEN KNOW THE THINGS I WRITE

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

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synopsis :

your job is simple. as long as you exploit and delude the men at the top of the social pyramid, ada sponsored you with her safety and training. though, your naivete made it easy for ada to convince you that you weren't just some dirty pawn stationed in a particular estate—which happens to be leon's next mission area.

when he encounters you to perform your arrest, leon prays to any god up there that he has the patience not to mess you over for turning into the person you've become today.

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"— just listen to me, damn it!" leon scolded as he tugged onto the metal that strung your cuffed wrists together, cutting your retorts off with your abrupt grit of pain. your insistence of denying his chances without hearing him out made you more irritable than you already were. "you have no idea what you're carrying. you're gonna start a fucking epidemic if you take that anywhere near ada, you understand?"

it was understandable. you were carrying a formula. some unethical, potent 'opium' derived from a variant of the t-virus. freshly baked by some ex-umbrella geeks, it was marketed to be an effective drug, planned to be distributed to some sort of paramilitary in spain to modify their strength to inexplicable heights (which was proved to be false, yet some arrogant virologists insisted it had potential, so unethical 'scientists' wanted to get their hands on improving it). that's all you know about it, anyway.

leon's true nature behind his words rooted from the fact that he was fucking worried for you and it's not only because of the position that ada put you in right now. that enigmatic woman, treating you like some guinea pig and you couldn't even see it. it surprised leon that you were even alive.

leon knew you way before ada discovered you in that dark junction, before you dropped out of police academy without a word and went back to your old ways of 'getting through life'.

leon was your role model. he was the first one to make friends with you while you stood 'incompetent' in that academy.

but people dug their eyes in you because of your history. all it takes is a few facebook searches and some names for the other fellow cadets to define you using your past. and when the awareness rose to leon, he was the first one to defend you.

the eidetic memory of you; you were sat on a hall bench with his jacket hung loosely over your dropping shoulders, gripping an unopened water bottle that turned lukewarm. your fingers felt numb from the tremors of anxiety, and the broodingly saddened look in your eyes.

he was knelt in front of his dear friend, trying to reassure you that people can change, and you were already making those efforts. his thumbs held your palms when with a serious tone, encouraged you into promising him that you will never change; because you are a sweet girl and you never deserved to be shamed for something you thought was your survival. within this promise, he also promised you that as long as you kept your self-faith you will never go back to what you hated being. you should've seen how genuine his smile look when you chuckled sheepishly, the flush on your cheeks earning a double reasoning.

and now, it pained him more to realize that he regrets not making another promise, one he held back from saying that night. don't leave him.

a very selfish, unwarranted yet passionate part of him believes that you'd been so cruel to him, abandoning him like that. and now you want to leave again?

now you're being reprimanded by the cop who you looked at like he was a hero.

where was the bright cadet in those eyes, the one that looked up to him?

and it was just great of you to articulate further on how much he underestimated your stubbornness."i'm slowing you down. if it's not me (who will escort the sample), it's gonna be ada. you thought she was a one-man job? that you can somehow negotiate with her because you guys fucked once? my god, have you ever changed?-" out of being so naive? but the words don't follow because he knows you were going to say it.

leon's hand slid from your back to grip harshly at the back collar of your shirt, lifting your chest up from the table abruptly. he locked eyes with you, hidden tension bubbling the air like odorless toxins. he scoffs, and his low voice turned deliberate as he tried to spell the irony out for you. "ada. doesn't. work with people. she uses them, and you're not some 'special exception'."

and it's true, he knows it all too well..

"she uses... people like you." you were quick to correct him indignantly with a struggling breath. leon knew nothing about you and ada. ada was like a big sister to you. she taught you what you couldn't learn at police academy. she understood where you came from, and she knows the lowest moments in your life. but leon knew all of that too, didn't he?

"you know why?"

he scoffs. "enlighten me." and there was a subtle increase of tightness in his grip, eyes narrowing down at your bent-over body in anticipation.

"'cause you're a fuck up, kennedy."

upon hearing your quips, he thought maybe he should add a small noise of pain to it, because he flushed you further against the surface with a force that hinted irritation. he had enough of this pointless hissing. "listen, y'little bitch..." he gruffed with the mere frustration surging his voice. he's probably never addressed a woman like that, but oh, how people can shift within the span of their emotion. "you have the sample, now tell me where it is. and if you have it, then you know what to do."

leon wasn't confident that you had the item on you, knowing ada was most likely using you as a decoy. he didn't want to hurt you. even if you've looked like you've changed; to him, you haven't..

of course you were holding the "formula", leon was just dumb enough to think you actually had it on you. your eyes fluttered before you laughed emptily in heavy breaths, peeking over your shoulder whilst he did not let up on you. your torso was starting to fucking hurt. but so was your pride. "then come get it, rookie." you baited.

you ignited an internal burn he didn't even know he had. one that reached the peak of its abrasion.

"..fuck you." he growled inaudibly before you yelped, feet off the ground. and fuck ada, too.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ♡ ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ ♡ ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿

if you were gonna keep acting like a brat, he was going to fuck you like one.

his hand came behind your head, locking your hair in a tight grip while you felt his tongue glide against yours in a messy kiss. an overwhelming amount of affectionate frustration surged as he propped you up firmer on that desk. he ate your whines as he tired your damp mouth out, the rising feeling of grudge-rooted sexual frustration pining somewhere inside him hotly.

"why do you hate me so much, mmm?" he gasped quietly for a breath, his hand letting go of your hair and holding both sides of your hips, hastily pulling your pants up mid-thigh. he needed to be inside you, he just needed it so bad..

"cause you're .. hhah.. y-you've become too cocky f'your own good, kennedy-" leon scoffs at the sight of you drooled up with the trails of mixed saliva. you're sure that's not you? you could've fooled him, you were fucking sopping—trails of your essence sticking to your underwear. it made him moan low in desperation. he wanted to lick it all up. "is that right.." he muttered with utter lack of amusement as his cold thumb glided over your fluids absentmindedly, spreading one fold apart slightly to get a better look. his eyes soften, breath hitching knowing it's gonna feel so good inside you.

"d-definitely too cocky!-" you insisted with a contrast whine that emitted from your sweet voice, expecting him to start off with letting you adjust to his tip first. but you're hopeless for thinking leon would ever go soft on you just because you only remember the "naive" version of him years ago. people change, right?

you were suddenly squirming when you felt him fill and thrust into you thickly, humbling your little cunny as it pulsated. dumb little bunny, leon thinks to himself, watching you start to fluster and retort weakly beneath him with your ankles on his shoulders.

his hand comes up to your head, smacking your cheek swiftly. "shut up. shut the fuck up." he growls, eyes narrowing mildly, holding your cheeks with one hand as he pried your little mouth open. his thoughts were so guiltily dirty, wondering how cute your throat would look filled with his cock. he'll have to try another time, though, wouldn't he? for now his ring and middle finger deliberately slide into your tongue, savoring the minor 'hhnnn' that lolled out of your sticky tongue as your eyes peered up at him glassily.

the words 'fuck me' were written all over your eyes when his gaze locks down to yours. and could he resist such a pretty baby?- why were you so pretty?

it's a shame that you made so much effort to treat him indifferently, calling him by his last name and all...

your vision felt cloudy given that you were full of leon. but you catch glimpse of the way he smirks at himself before he leans down much closer to your face, folding your legs over and not giving a fuck if it hurts. the simple shift in angle had you crying out as his tip grazed over the right spots.

he spits a string of saliva down into your forced-open mouth, hoping it would furtherly aid in getting you to shut up over something so trivial. "so fucking dirty..." his fingers gently traced your bottom lip while he whispers with mock-disgust, yet it's laced with affection- a twisted pair of feelings that has him needing you at incalculable rates.

his hands come down to the exposed flesh of your hips, fingers dipping into your skin as he holds you still on his girth. it felt even better when you could feel his bulging size rub up inside you hastily— the way he was fucking you fervently and not letting you get away. you're never fucking leaving his sight, or his mind.

"h-how's this for.. uhh-..nngh.. being cocky? huh?" he groaned roughly after stammering with the embers of his frustration. leon's frustrated that he can't speak without stammering, so he takes it out on you with punishing thrusts that have you sobbing louder, mending his ego by ruining yours. he's stripping your pride away with each push into your sweet spots.

you gave in, vulnerable as you started to blabber from the way you were getting your breath knocked up. "hnggghh.... ahh!-.. l-leon!~ n-not there!-"

"there it is.." he mutters to himself sweetly mid-fucking-you-full. you're finally talking to him properly, how cute.. "more, baby?" he taunts with a struggling moan but he doesn't let you react; the only reaction he wants is you reducing beneath him, proving it by his fingers bruising your skin as he rammed into you in a desperate pace. "ngghh uhh.. fuck-" he whines loudly, your hole squelching uncontrollably as he fucks the juices out of you with every sweet drag of his sensitive shaft.

you turn him so soft he hates you for it.. he has such a soft spot for you, doesn't he?

"fuuck, this pussy's.. so good.." his eyes were half-lidded, moaning adorably before whining about the fact that he's about to spill a load inside you. "f-fuck, 'so good, please- mnnnnghh- aahh!~" his voice wavered, still driving his cock into you as he breaks through his limits and makes himself whimper gently, tears softening his eyes.

oh but his poor baby, creaming around his shaft so quickly and relentlessly, only to continue being rutted into like a little toy ♡. he coats your sweet little hole with his cum, flooding and painting it all over as his tip poured deep inside of you with a thick, milky warmth that pooled on the varnished wood.

you weren't even speaking anymore, your words melting on your tongue. he doesn't understand a damn thing you're saying but he doesn't need you to speak, he just needs you to feel good.

"fuck... uhhhnn!~.. fuck me, please, baby.." he blathers before he found himself whining at the way your cunt pulsates, eyes teasing at you subtly while he holds your cheeks together in his domineering hand. he doesn't even pull out much, just shoving and grinding his girth into your creamed-up cunny and making you endure the crushing pleasure. his hands scramble to push against the back of your thighs, folding them to let him fully fill up into your already deflowered, milky vulva.

"n-no, g'nna- leon!" your mind goes into total shudder as your back arched, having him hold your hips in place as you started to gush all over his stuffy girth.

"ohh, mhmm.. that's it, sweet girl.." leon knows you feel good, seeing you cry flusteredly while he still thrusted in you to lengthen the feeling of you cumming. he tore at your pride, pulling out the vulnerable version of yourself he hasn't seen in a long time. especially when you reach up for him like you wanted a hug. that did it for him.

he leans down to pick you up, your legs dangle tiredly around his waist. he's sorry to whoever's bed it was that he laid you down on. he whimpered softly into the fabric of your shoulder while trying to regain his stability. you could faintly feel him pepper tame, short kisses on it mindlessly.

he nuzzles into your skin. "you wanna be a good girl f'me?" he murmurs into your neck breathily.

"mhmm.."

"then get on your knees." leon lets go from holding you—letting you scramble onto all fours.

he stuffs himself back inside your sensitive hole like he's aching for it, making you wail with struggle. with your legs aimlessly sprawled on either side of him, he makes sure you don't stray from him by holding your hips again. the flesh spilling between his fingers as he pulls you closer like he's scared you'll run away. his hips move irrationally, wanting to make sure he's hitting it good, all the right spots again, just for his baby. he's so sensitive it starts to throb, masochistic urges as he overstimulates himself ceaselessly.

"hhhngh... you can't just.. come around- and then leave- like it's nothing!-" leon babbled whiningly between his forceful thrusts, his pace increasing with incessant speed. you could feel his fingers nimbly moving through your scalp, leon's hand holding the back of your head down onto the fluff surface where your cute little cries of pleasure went in vain.

you couldn't take it but leon made you, his constant rutting inside you even after cumming doesn't pause. he's suffocating this way but he doesn't even care. he's so loud behind you, fucking into your messy cunt like it hurts real good.

his attention is divulged slightly when he sees a little glow on the pocket of your shirt. how didn't he spot that? his hand snakes over your breast, fingertips swiftly snagging the high-tech vial and shoving it somewhere in his remaining clothing.

you yelped. ada was going to kill you. "h-hey!-" he notices you trying to look behind you but his hand is quicker, turning your head forwards with a gentle grip of his hand. he muffled your face into the sheets with the force of his hand holding your head, and he snaps his hips faster just to have you all adorable and crying for him again. "y'c-can't take tha-" oh, but what were you going to do about it?

he starts deliberately making up mistranslations of what you wanted to say. "mm, what's that, sweet girl? you want more?... oh, i know, baby, oh shh.. i got'chu, you're so good, huh? uhhuh.." he encouraged amidst fucking you back into a state of distraction, a hazy smile to himself while he considers his mission accomplished.

[jayswritings13]

Pink goes well with Green

Summary: Going to see Wicked 💚🧹🩷🫧

Included: Leo (ROTMNT), Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls), Rapunzel & Eugene (Tangled), Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss), Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place), Captain Hook (Peter Pan), and Gwen (Total Drama)

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Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

He was not excited about it. Sure, he enjoyed musicals, but not about witches and animals losing rights. He only agreed to go because: one, he wasn't entirely sure what it was at first and two, you had asked so nicely. He thought it was okay, but you find him humming the tunes here and there.

Favorite song: One Short Day - enjoyed the look at the new world, though he would be lying if he didn't enjoy Something Bad as well.

Leo (ROTMNT)

He did not need any convincing to come with you because he already bought pre-sale tickets before he even thought of asking you to join him. He will bring all the snacks into the theatre as it's the only thing that will stop him from singing along to ALL the songs. He cried during like 60% of the movie along with you.

Favorite song: Dancing through life (bc Fiyero)

Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss)

She wasn't going to go with you unless you dressed up. And she means DRESSED up --- none of this just wearing pink or green shit. Verosika expects you to show up with her dressed up as Elphaba. She's Galina, of course. If you refuse, she will NOT see the movie with you and will go by herself or with someone else.

Favorite song: Says that it's Popular, but you found her singing I'm not that girl even since watching it.

Rapunzel & Eugene (Tangled)

Rapunzel has been preparing and singing the songs for months leading up to the movie. Eugene was happy to come along after seeing more about the movie, especially when he caught wind of Fiyero. They both have been singing the songs around the palace. You even caught both of them trying to master some of the dance moves.

Favorite song: Rapunzel has been trying to hit the high notes in No one mourns the wicked for weeks. Meanwhile, Eugene is rather partial to A Sentimental Man, surprisingly.

Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Of course, he's gonna tell you any inconsistencies with the magic in the movie. Though, he's made a promise not to do so at the theater, but rather during dinner afterwards. He wasn't against dressing up, especially since you've done so for his movies, but preferred to just stick to wearing the colors pink or green. Which was fine with you because you got to be the Elphaba to his Galinda. He is PISSED about it ending in a cliff hanger and having to wait a year until Part 2.

Favorite song: The wizard and I (Justin deeply understands Elphaba's desire to be seen as powerful and important. Not that he has admitted that to you. He also just finds the belts to be crazy).

Gwen (Total Drama)

She is not as excited to go, as she's not a huge fan of musicals, but is onboard to go with you since you want to see this. She isn't huge on dressing up for the movie, but agreed to wear black with some green to oppose your pink attire. Even though it was long as fuck, Gwen didn't hate it. And you will NOT let her live that down, blasting the soundtrack.

Favorite song: She thought that the final part in Defying Gravity was metal as fuck and wishes so badly that she could hit those notes tbh.

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

He didn't see the big deal in two witches singing for 3 hours, but agreed to go along with you if you got the tickets and if you allowed him to sneak in food. While you two almost got caught by staff, Stan had to admit that he did enjoy the movie, crying at a part here and there. Plus it didn't hurt that it earned him some cool grunkle points with Mabel for knowing the songs.

Favorite song: What is this feeling? - Stan has so many people that he loathes, but none that he would sing this with (Though, he did get an offer from Gideon).

[teecupangel]

Good day, this is a bit long so I apologize. I have been thinking about Desmond as a POE and that has made me wondering about Desmond as a sword (I am unsure if you have done this already) ((inspired by "Reincarnated as a Sword". ))

Like what if when Desmond died and suddenly woke up stuck in a sword and ancestor finding him and trying to get him out, or perhaps they go through their journeys as sword and master. Desmond can telepathically talk to the user.

It'd be very unpleasant to be stuck as a sword for so long, so I'd like to see Desmond stuck as one for like 500 years or something.

I was also thinking of Xin Mo from SVSSS who's pretty violent and requires the user to kill alot of people to satisfy its bloodlust. If you are weak mentally, you go insane by the sword's hallucinations. Desmond wouldn't want to give his ancestors visions and go insane so I think to be angsty you'd have to force the killing requirement. I believe Altair would be the most successful if so.

Xin Mo was unlocked because the ML's blood was basically super strong, so in AC it could be desmond sword can only talk with ancestors.

If not Xin Mo, perhaps he is another famous sword or wakes up as Altair's sword. When Altair dies, sword Desmond is put with his armor and eventually reaches Ezio. Desmond would probably be sick of being in a sword.

As the prophet, Ezio would connect Desmond to sword desmond and he'd try his best to get him out.

In Wuxia terms, perhaps he cultivated enough energy to ascend to a human form. Or his user couldve killed enough people to grow into a human. He could be meaty human or like metal human soo.... up to you.

If this becomes romantic due to the emotional bond between master and sword I think theyd eventually fuck the sword tbh.

I also think itd be funny if Altair shows up in Malik's bureau like "this is my love and we are getting married" and shows his sword.

Malik or another assassin could see Altair talking to his sword in secret and think he's insane.

So there’s a Transistor AltDes idea somewhere in this blog but I cannot, for the life of me, find it. XD

Anyway, for this one, we’ll… change the timeline a bit.

Desmond actually time traveled to the time of the Isus and he gets captured by an Isu scientist.

This Isu scientist found Desmond fascinating and experimented on him, making him a vital part of the next iteration of the Sword of Eden.

Fortunately, Desmond is only encased in one sword because the war between the humans and Isus started and the scientist’s research lab was hit.

Desmond, as a sword, was taken by the humans and that’s when he started to ‘influence’ his user.

We’ll take inspiration from JJBA’s Anubis and make Desmond a learning sword. The more he fights the same enemy, the more he understands how his enemy fights. This, in turn, makes him able to calculate the probablities of his enemies’ attacks and predict their next move using those probabilities.

He also, not because he wants to, curses his user to desire carnage and death.

To be more exact, Desmond’s fervent wish to become human again becomes what is akin to an automatic order that Desmond sends out to all his users.

Because Desmond is a sword that’s main goal is to completely take over the wielder’s mind and control it like his own body but that function is limited at the moment due to the scientist knowing Desmond hasn’t been broken enough to become loyal to the Isus.

And that wish to become ‘human’ turns into something corrupted like “cover me in blood and viscera” in a twisted way of being as close to human as a sword could be.

This persisted throughout the entire time he was used as a weapon against the Isus.

This way, we will have Desmond be broken by centuries of being used over and over again, unable to stop his wielders from succumbing to the rage.

One of his wielders was Charlemagne and he became known as Durandal, the legendary sword said to be able to cut through anything.

Charlemagne only managed to escape the bloodlust by hiding the sword away and using Joyeuse instead.

But, because Charlemagne is a member of the Order of the Ancients, there were records of him that the Templar Order could use to pinpoint the sword’s resting place.

And nothing was more shameful than being used by Templars.

Until Altaïr assassinated the latest Templar to wield him and took the sword because it ‘called out’ to him.

That’s when Desmond learned of a loophole.

Because of their genetic connection, Altaïr was immune to the bloodlust.

And he could hear Desmond.

They get to know one another while Altaïr traveled back to Masyaf and he kept Desmond a secret. Sure, he was quite… ornate but all Altaïr had to do was wrap his hilt and crossguard in leather and that would hide most of his ‘decoration’.

Altaïr also learned that a lot of the gems Desmond had were put by the Templar Order so he could just remove those without harming Desmond.

By the time Malik learned of Desmond’s existence, Altaïr and Desmond were too far deep into one another that Altaïr had no problem admitting that he was in love with his sword (and implied that, yes, he is fucking his sword… Malik does not want any details)

Then Kadar nods at him and tells him that he knows Altaïr loves Desmond. They’re more or less married already.

And now Malik was left wondering if his younger brother has been inflicted with the same ‘sickness’ as Altaïr has.

Was this contagious?

Will he start believing that it was normal for a man to love his sword to that degree???

.

(If Desmond gets a human body, I kinda want it to be both flesh and metal, with Isus lines all over)

[oopsie0503]

if I see one more person shit talking jayce imma crash out I think (it's mostly on Instagram which, what did I expect from Instagram commenters tbh)

these people saw a man whose hammer of metal and magic was physically warped from whatever the fuck happened in the hexcore, who's body also shows signs of this, and said "his mind totally isn't just as fucked up from it. there's totally nothing crazy going on" while visual effects of his face r going hog wild. "I can't believe jayce did that. he sucks >:( " meanwhile the likely explanation is the hexcore is puppetting viktor and the rest of his cult 😭😭😭

I hope I'm just autistic and can't tell these people r joking because it's killing me how people can't seem to understand Why this happened. Do we have the full story no but we can certainly infer jayce didn't hop out the hexcore and go "Huh, what a beautiful day. gonna go kill my ex now :D"

I love you jayce they could NEVER make me hate you

CAITLIN ON THE OTHER HAND-

[dreamii-krybaby]

I sometimes have a hard time understanding why some people hate John so much, I mean i can get why but-

Have you guys...read the twisted ones???

My man was fucking unhinged

And was throwing hands in The Silver Eyes

like lemme remind you from what he has done:

-Actually knocked out Willy Wonka (William afton) as Dave Miller in TSE and may have or may have not given him a concussion

-Threw hands at the animatronics in TSE, you know, 7ft tall killer robots made of metal that where very heavy

-Am pretty sure he tried to push freddy or smth and in the graphic novel mf kicks him like a mortal combat character (Tho personally I don't take the Graphic novels too seriously tbh)

-stepped on foxy's neck multiple times while Foxy was on the floor while he was trying to save Charlie

-Found a dead coyote in a freezer inside a gas station and grabbed it by the neck and threw it out the streets

-Went to Clay's basement where Clay kept the OG animatronics and tried to contact their spirits to find Charlie and it works

-Committed arson alongside Clay in an underground pizzería full of animatronics

also, he was the first person to call BS on "Charlie" (Circus Baby aka Fake Charlie) at the end of TTO and throughout TFC, and no one believed him until way later

He may not be the most well developed character and is mostly a romantic interest, and like...they kinda tried to give him interesting characteristic but wasn't enough but like- he is so unhinged and actually insane and I love him for that.

Also I would marry any man would would accept to go and investigate creepy haunted locations involving ghosts, murder, personal trauma and daddy/mommy issues and look after me

Honestly everyone in The Twisted Ones were so fucking unhinged, its one of the few good things that book had

[rzyraffek]

Could you please do headcanons Slashers (like Michael, Brahms, Billy, The Sinclair brothers) as caregivers for their S/O who is an age regressor

Or headcanons for those Slashers when they find out their s/o is an age regressor?

Okay I acually went and educated myself on this topic for you my dear anon🥰🌼

if your uncomfortable with topic of age regression pls dont read that😭

So basically as far as I understand age regression means that somone acts like child due to some traumatic event??? And like they act childlike and participate in child typical activies (such as drawing with crayons, speaking like a toddler, drinking from bottles ect) if i make headcanon that don't make any sense im sorry! I have no experience with this topic! ALSO this is pure platonic! Age regression isn't a kink or a fetish!!

Slashers with age regressor y/n

Brahms Heelshire

Tbh y/n acting childish kinda woke up his inner child, CUZ HE LITTERALY GOT LOCKED IN WALLS IN AGE OF LIKE 10 so he kinda missed out on some fun stuff

100% plays hide and seek! Or tag! My man loves some good round of hide and seek, this place is huge! *insert british accent* "oh you little scallop... if I find you I will tickle you so hard..."

Question: age regression is like temporary or like forever thing? Like regressor acts like that when they are in bad metal state or just always? Bcs if always then it might be hard with Brahms, see he kinda.... has mommy's issues has huge need to be taken care of, probably similar to y/n's, he kinda wants a person who will just pamper him and make him feel like he's the single child yknow? All the attention on him? Yknow what i mean??

If y/n draws him something nice, dude will put it on a fridge with a magnet and be proud

If thats like temporary thing, he acaully will ask a lot of questions: how should he act? Do you remember anything? How does it work? Can he get some cuddles? Do you still love him while regressing? (Ofc you do, but he doest understand)

Billy Lenz

You guys vibe

Dude won't see any difrence😭

Yay one more reason to watch cartoons together! (His favorite ponny is rarity and fluttershy)

If y/n babytalks and uses toddler-like vocabulary... dude will mimic it😭 he just thinks that will help with communication😭 its not like you guys struggle with it or anything, Billy is just build like that

Yall draw together, his artstyle already looks like toddler drew it (not in cute way)

Plays dolls with y/n (but he acually makes it interesting! Like he makes it all dramatic and the tea is just jawdropping)

Also don't bother explaining what is age regression, just say "sometimes I act like kid to cope"😭

Micheal Myers

Judges

But kinda likes it, not in weird way! He enjoys taking care of y/n, but he has his own ways of doing so

He won't play with them or let them cuddle him too much

But he accepts little drawings and stickers that y/n gives him

He is still stalking them, making sure noone tries to bully them or anything

He is very protective, for example if y/n cuts their finger while making food, dude is all over them: Oh no no dont cry! Uhhh.... uhhh oh! See a pretty bandage? With puppies! Pls dont cry...

On rare days he is acually around (phicially i mean, cuz hes always around just not interacting with y/n) and it happens for him to be in good mood too, he will let y/n nap on him or put some stickers on his outfit- he never takes them of btw, the only reason that stickers wash of is the field he 'works' in? Yknow a lot of mud blood and water. He also holds y/n hand if they are spooked

And he fucking loves fluttershy and applejack

Steals some cute shirts and socks for them!

Sinclair Bros

Bo is the least understanding, tbh he will lisen to y/n only if they have very good relationship

Vince is just 👍

And Lester is acually very open to the idea

Drawing and playing dolls with Vincent

Going on cool drives with Lester

And napping with Bo

Whole fridge is covered in drawings and cute magnets

All Vincent's notebooks and Lester truck covered in stickers

Even Bo gun didnt escape the sticker apocalypse

Vince made special wax figurines for y/n

Lester calls them "kiddo" 😭😭

Bo puts his hand on their head and rubs it till their hair goes all puffy

They all act like older brothers who have to take care of younger siblings while perents are away😭😭

Vince acually vents to regressing y/n and they are just like: "man I just wanna pet the dog"

Bonus round! Added few more!!

Bubba Sawyer

Bestie vibes

Yall just spend time playing with dolls and drawing together

Absolutely lets y/n nap on him

He totally combs their hair and puts them in nice bun (or if y/n has short hair he will just brush it)

He kinda sees age regression as lil break from reality? Like you two can just vibe and act they way you want to😊 he enjoys, cuz tbh he do be acting like child(not in bad way!) And his happy that you both can do all those child-like activities without being judged by other person

Bit y/n once

Asa Emory

Ew a child

I mean

Idk he gives me "the dad that never has time for u cuz he has too much work"

Like yep he will read y/n a bed time story and he will tell them all about bugs and nature. But hes busy most of time

OMG ABOUT BED TIME STORIES Asa will read you one but he is so exhausted that he acually falls asleep first

He trusts them and knows that even whilr regressing they wont do anything dumb, but he still bans them from his 'workroom' theres... well some photos and drawings of victims and i doubt y/n wants to see it

Lets them sit on his lap while he reads newspaper like middle-aged man he is

Gives lil head kisses before sleep

Bug themed plushies and figures

Makes y/n watch animal planet and bbc nature with him

When he's out for longer periods of time he will buy them McDonald's as an apology

Welp

Done. I hope it makes sense! I never witnessed anyone age regress so idk how relatable it is!! I used x reader tags only to reach bigger audience

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Companions reaction to Modern!Tav who is a metalhead

I'll just indulge myself I guess.

Karlach:

Loves it the second she hears it

Hypes her up more than soul coins and that ain't even funny

She'll ask about your fav bands (mine is Avatar so hello if there's any fellow fan!)

Also how concerts looks like

"Ha! So there's a bit of barbarian inside of you!" is the line you get when you explain mosh pit to her

When her engine is cooled down you're not escaping two people mosh, trust me

Amused how you faced judgement yourself and been called a devil

You explain it gave you a need to defend the tieflings

You just simply knew how it feels

Besties forever no matter what

You rock out to heavier stuff like Rammstein or anything that can be headbanged to

"Soldier, if you can do it the whole evening then you're tougher thant I gave you credit for"

When you first use your growling scream during the battle that girl is deeply impressed

Even more if you actually managed to rage

Gale

Finds music a bit loud and chaotic at first

You immediately give him power metal and that shit gets him

Like fantasy stories told through the music? Pure bard experience

A bit skeptical about mosh pit, but when he hears how great it feels to you he understands or does his best to try to

Also sees a bit of barbarian in you after that

When he mentions that the best artists started among the sticky floors you're stoked because that's how the venue after the concerts feels like

You tell him about the undergrund concerts right away and promise him you'll take him to one just for the sake of the experience itself

In time he gets to like bands like Twilight Force and Blind Guardian

Also goes "wow" when you yell like an animal (he's getting horny at the post-battle Tav so)

Astarion

"Ugh, what's that noise?"

You do your best to explain but he just doesn't buy that

When you explain the usual activities occuring during the shows he also jumps on the bandwagon that you're secretly a barbarian

Or maybe bardbarian if you happen to have a band

You seek something lighter and EUREKA

Queen

You put on Bohemian Rhapsody the other evening and he's stoked

Other hits from them come to his liking too

He'll occasionally hum these tunes to himself

Gale overheard Queen playing at the camp and now he's obsessed too

Shadowheart

This one's easy

She's already an emo queen so

Buuut

Powerwolf becomes her favorite because of the religious themes of the songs and the fact they sound like battle hymns

You don't tell her Powerwolf mocks the most widely practiced religion so she doesn't send a guilding bolt on you she'd miss anyway

Falls in love with symphonic metal too because of the lyrics and vocals

When Gale mentions the sticky floor her usual comment switches to "Then you and Tav will get along perfectly well in the middle of the mosh pit"

Secretly wishes she could just leave everything and do that for an evening

Lae'zel

"Bah, another unwise custom. Impractical too"

She goes like that unless you tell her what mosh pit and headbanging are

Still thinks it's not the wisest way to spend time but applauds your ability to fuck everything and survive in the horde of people running into each other (usually way bigger than you)

Believes you can use that rage and stamina in battle, satisfied when you actually do that

Won't show you she's vibing to any music you like but she'll stop sharpening her sword when she hears Sabaton

Wyll

Definitely curious about the unusual music he hears

Even if he finds it noisy at first will pay attention to the layers of music and lyrics too

You comfort him by telling stories from the times you were told you're the devil just because of the music you listen to

Tbh he also likes Sabaton, because it honors the heroes as it should happen

Mosh pit? Headbanging? In his eyes you're really tough now

Also thinks you'd make an excellent barbarian

When you actually rage he's both terrified and impressed in your primal growl

Karlach will have to teach him how to mosh and not poke someone's eye out, but you'll manage

Halsin

He prefers calmer music, but at the same time he's curious

You give him folk metal and all is good

Especially if you put on some acoustic album

You tell him stories tied to the songs (like f.x. Eluveitie has songs about the helvets)

For him you're small but when you tell him how you regularly go into mosh pit with guys his size and you are not scared he's concerned he may call you a lunatic again

Since then he sees you as small but fierce and resillent

He's not a barbarian but seeing you unleash your primal nature through growl - he himself has a wild side so for a moment he admires you and then joins you in his bear form

He's an elf so I bet he can play a flute, he'll learn some folk songs in no time. If not, Jaheira does.