#never forget guys if you get a dog one of the most important things is to train it to be BORED and CHILL at the same time

[grubus]

i thought it was a cold. it's not. it's the flu.

it's not even flu season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cvnntagious]

:: babydaddy!matt has no problem sticking up for brat!reader

matt wasn't the type to get easily riled up—especially not to where he felt the need to get physical about it. he was more the type to talk things out, most would say. and that's exactly why it was such a shock when you made your way towards the commotion in the living room to see matt with a guy under him, fists of fury hammering into the poor dude's face.

for a moment, you contemplated if this was something you even wanted to involve yourself in, given is was your child's father. but when matt's hand continued coming down repeatedly with no sign of stopping any time soon, his opposer barely fighting back at this point, you couldn't find it in him to let him just keep kicking this guy when he was so clearly down.

giving a harsh tug on matt's plain black t-shit, you pulled him off like he were a misbehaving dog. his head snapped back to see who had grabbed him, brows unfurrowing the moment he came face to face with you.

his breathing was ragged, waiting for you to berate him as the people surrounding you two scrambled to stop the guy who was once lying on yhe dloor from standing up. to his surprise, you pulled him along with an annoyed grunt, slipping out of the party amidst the chaos of the fight. "where're we going?" matt asked, only to be ignored as he followed behind you until you guys were far from the house.

"i knew this was a stupid idea," you finally muttered, letting go of his wrist to turn and look up at him as you two stood in front of his car. your eyes, scanned his face, maneuvering your head to get a good look at any injuries he may have.

matt's mouth opened, wanting to explain. he knew you didn't want to hear it. "m'not hurt," he replied simply, shaking his head as his eyes finally met yours.

you clicked your tongue, giving him a deep sigh as your eyes rolled for what already felt like the millionth time tonight. "what's your problem?" you asked, addressing the big fat elephant standing right in front of your guys' faces, "forget you're an adult now, hm? have been for almost five years... fighting's how you catch cases, dumbass."

the scoff that left his lips made you want to slap some sense into matt, giving him a look that said, 'are you a fucking idiot?' as you waited for whatever lame excuse he might conjur up. but you should've known better than that. you knew matt had never been the type to go out fighting recklessly, so you should've known something had seriously bothered him. and the fact that something so simple had slipped your mind made his reasoning all the more shocking. "kid was talking shit," he answered, eyes averting to look anywhere but you, one hand coming up to rest on his hip as if he were embarrassed to admit it.

again, you weren't paying enough attention. "yeah? what, he said your fancy little carharts weren't cool enough or something? so you had to go and risk literal jail time?" you insulted, growing increasingly more annoyed with each passing second, "i mean, seriously, i don't know what i'd do if that guy chooses to press charges—you better hope nobody recorded that."

matt looked at you with a softness to his eyes, feeling his chest tightening a bit at your words; for a moment, those last few sentences made it feel like you needed him. of course, he knew in the back of his mind that you were thinking of mazzy, but he'd like to remain at least the slightest bit delusional in the moment. "come on," he scoffed again, "it was about you... the guy was talkin' shit 'bout you. was i supposed to jus' let him?"

the confession made your breath hitch a little, head pulling back and brows furrowing in a mild confusion. then, you came back to your senses, the attitude rising within you apparent on your features. "what'd he say?" you asked with a quick work of your neck.

"s'nothing important." matt was quick to brush you off, a certain coldness washing over him.

"really? then why'd you fight about it," you pressed on, a brow raising as if to tell him you simply didn't believe him.

he shook his head, mouth openining and closing as matt thought of an excuse. he couldn't – or, moreover, he didn't want to lie to you. "jus' spewin' some bullshit about you, like, bein' overly difficult... said you rejected him an' shit earlier. i guess he was upset about it," he answered, realizing he may have overreacted a bit now that he was explaining it out loud.

"that's all?"

matt shot you a confused look, shrugging a bit. "yeah—i mean, i also saw him tryin' t'grab on you earlier, so..." even that that wasn't really all, truthfully. it was the way the guy was so persistent, eager to start some sort of smear campaign against you between all of his friends. his lack of regard for matt as he badmouthed you, knowing what matt was to you. what you meant to matt.

you were quick to push past him, another annoyed grunt as you shoulder checked him. "just let him talk next time," you mumbled through gritted teeth, "that's not your battle."

matt turned and watched you walk away, in utter disbelief that this was how he was getting treated for standing up for you. of course it was his battle. who else was going to fight it? you? absolutely not. that guy got what was coming to him, saying whatever so carelessly.

"stay if you want," you called back, head turning to look at him, "m'gonna stop by your house to pick up mazzy from chris and nick."

w/c : 971 taglist : @mattsturnswife, @br1annax, @x0x0bunny, @m4ttsmunch, @mattsnumberonehoe, @k4yd1, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @sturnstar169, @bxtchboy69, @strnilolover, @little-miss-shay, @sweetobservationface requested by anon.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Le gasp..

Mafia Bad Sanses’ HCs

Mafia Bad Sanses’ HCs?

Horror likes bashing in heads. He likes that his job means he gets paid to bash in a lot of heads. He doesn't really care that he's considered one of Nightmare's top enforcers, that even the hardest criminals tremble in fear at the mention of his name, that he's called things like the beast and the monster... he just likes that he gets to take out all his worst frustrations on whichever face Nightmare points him to. As a nice bonus, the money he makes means his brother and surviving friends live in safety and comfort.

... But he also likes pretty things. Pretty, soft things, that make him feel fuzzy and warm. You're all three. You find out pretty quick that his frightening face hides a softspoken, sensitive creature, who keeps appearing at your door with flowers (when did you give him your address?) and homemade food. It's bizarre, how such a violent man can equally be so gentle, getting flustered just from you looking at him too long. He wants to do to you what he does with everyone he cares about - use his money to make it so that you never have to worry about anything in life again.

Probably for the best that you let him. He famously doesn't have great control over his temper.

Dust doesn't appear too happy about working for Nightmare. It's clear to anyone watching that Nightmare has something over him; whatever it is, it must be pretty bad, because Dust never questions Nightmare's orders - no matter how terrible or violent. He does exactly what's asked of him, no more, no less. And it's obvious why Nightmare might want to force someone like Dust to work for him... there's no job this silent demon can't do.

Dust, with you, is a different man. He almost becomes his old self again. When you're alone together, he actually smiles. He desperately wants to keep you away from the world he's become trapped in, and he'll probably spend the first few weeks of knowing you trying as hard as he can to separate you from him and the other skeletons. But... he's in love. He can't help it. He's always drawn back to you again, no matter how many times he tells himself he has to let go.

You're his escape. You make him forget the things he's done, and the things he has to keep doing. He's addicted to that feeling.

Killer is Nightmare's right hand. The moniker 'Nightmare's dog' is often used, mostly in an attempt to offend him, but it just makes him laugh. Much like Horror, he very much enjoys his job... he enjoys the power, indulging in his violent desires and getting paid for it. Killer is just about the closest thing Nightmare has to someone he trusts; Killer is privy to many of their 'family's deepest secrets, partly because of his position, but also partly because Nightmare knows Killer genuinely has absolutely zero interest in these massively important secrets. Killer just wants to stab things.

For some reason he seems intent that you trust him. It's really hard to tell what he wants, behind that smile... you're cautious with him, given his clear loyalty to Nightmare. But maybe that loyalty isn't as unshakeable as it seems. It starts with little things... casually lying through his teeth and fully taking the blame for something you did. Conveniently 'forgetting' to mention you around Nightmare. Failing a mission you expressed horror at. Lying about the nature of your personal information, pretending (in front of the guys) that he doesn't know stuff he very much knows.

It's impossible to tell what he wants. But it seems like, whatever it is, he wants it more than all the power he's got now.

Nightmare will obviously want to learn the identity of the person who's somehow managed to completely disarm his three most valuable and violent soldiers. Despite all of them doing their damnedest to keep you out of Nightmare's crosshairs, you can't be hidden forever.

Nightmare is supposed to have everything - there's no luxury he can't afford. But he's always had this... void inside him. It's the very void that pushes him to keep expanding his territory, to keep killing and taking, maybe if he has just that little bit more he'll feel complete. Maybe if he just has that one last shiny thing, he'll be happy. But it's never been enough.

Then he finally meets you. And something clicks.

Dust, Killer and Horror tried so hard to keep you away from Nightmare, because they were terrified of what would happen to you if Nightmare decided he didn't like you. Instead, something much, much worse happened.

Nightmare likes you.

[eastbubble]

letting your captain hit because you felt so guilty about him being so alone. you knew this wasn’t exactly a good thing to do and that you were definitely on the wrong path.. but when you saw captain mactavish looking for your gaze every single day at training you knew this was already long lost. you promised yourself you’d never catch feelings and that this would only be something you did out of fun and to make him feel a little better about all the shit in his neck, but..

you knew he talked to ghost and roach, and he also had people like worm and the others, guys that he considered friends, comrades, you name it. but you weren’t a friend, that’s for sure — you were someone that just sometimes ran out with the rest of the reserve squad when they needed more armed people for a mission. you weren’t important at all, you could have died at least fourteen times already when you were deployed, it just showed that you weren’t even good at your job either.

one sentence was already able to make you surrender to him and melt; “how was your day, munchkin?” and it felt so bad to give in to him so easily.

but when he came into your room and told you how he saw you try your best today. when you saw his head peeking into your room after a mission, face paint running down on the side of his head as the sweat and rain had made the black lines turn into liquid again, dripping down. you spent so much time admiring him, not just as a person who was above you, your higher-up but also as a man.

getting lost in your thoughts was always routine while he had his head between your legs, your fingers tugging at his mohawk, pinching and twisting strands of his hair while you were slightly trying to squirm away from his tongue. his pair of strong arms kept you tightly pressed to his nose, though, the tip of it bumping against your clit every single time he somehow licked deep inside you like you were nothing but that ice cream he had been craving ever since he got deployed again. that tongue did wonders and you were the one that knew that the most.

he held you in your place while you tried to close your thighs up when you were already so close to your orgasm, your entire body lifting up as you involuntarily jerked yourself forward, butt no longer in contact with the bed. he was quick to press you down, lapping at your folds and eating you out like you deserved it when you knew you didn’t. a pathetic solider you were, not even respecting the basic rules of the military and letting your captain eat your pussy.

his mouth was kissing your clit every time he quit licking to take a deep breath, looking up to your face every once in a while to see if you were still enjoying it. he knew when to stop, he knew when you were getting too overwhelmed. he knew all of your nerves down there like the back of his hand. he put all of your pleasure high above his, the both of you completely forgetting the fact that in the beginning this was only to make him relax and help him not to go insane.

you thought you were slick with this whole thing, keeping the burning feeling of humiliation and also some faint trace of love (that was somehow stronger than the other one. why?) in your chest hidden, never saying a word about it and hoping it would go away on its own once you return back home and lose every contact with this whole fucking shithole of a military base and the people there.

but a strong feeling hit back at you on a random thursday afternoon when you were just taking out the trash and checking the mailbox — bloodied dog tags of john mactavish shipped to you in just a bubble mailer, a small little note attached to it that you were the only person he mentioned by name in his will.

[thedelicatearcher]

finnick odair hcs for reader who loves animals?

finnick odair x reader who loves animals

the first thing to know about finnick is that he never had a pet in his life, not even a puppy when he was a little boy or a fish (since he spent most of his time fishing, he wouldn't have felt comfortable pulling some out of the water while taking care of one at home). finnick never disliked animals, he just wasn't familiar with them.

so, when you came into his life, you turned it upside down. with a house full of loving animals and a mind filled with animal fun facts, you made your way into his sensitive heart and his previously lonely home.

he loves when you tell him everything you know about sea animals. he discovered that turtles are his favorite; so at night, when both of you can't sleep and are just holding each other, staring lovingly and talking nonstop about nothing and everything, you tell him how sea turtles have outlived dinosaurs, how female turtles never forget their home beach, and how they are immune to the sting of most jellyfish.

finnick never knew that cats could be such little devils. he really struggled at first because your mischievous orange cat loved knocking stuff off the table, welcomed him home with scratches, and ran around the house every night until exhaustion got to him, driving a restless finnick nearly to madness. despite their bickering, you know they love each other unconditionally. every time you return from the market, you find them snuggling and napping together; finnick snoring softly while lying down on the couch on his back, and your little guy comfortably situated on finnick's chest, purring his heart out.

when you adopted a guinea pig, finnick insisted on being the one who named him. many names were vetoed, from mags II to robert. “finn, it sounds like he is a working man with a briefcase,” you told him, laughing at his idea. “his close friends could call him bob!!,” he insisted, invested in the idea. in the end, you agreed on naming him triton. “a big name for a big man,” finn said dramatically as he held the little animal in his big hand

bathing your dog was a chaotic experience. persuading your pet wasn't easy, as she knew what treats-leading-to-the-bathroom meant. many attempts later, you resigned and finnick had to carry her into the tub. finnick was assigned the important duty of holding her while you gently wet her with a bucket and applied the shampoo, getting as wet and soapy as your pet. then, without any warning, she started shaking off, splashing water and soap all over you and the bathroom. all soaked and laughing your asses off, your puppy took the opportunity to escape while you were distracted. now, you have soaking clothes, a messy bathroom, and a soapy dog hiding in the kitchen corner.

now a proclaimed animal lover, finnick loves wearing his starfish shirt, owns several colorful crocodile slippers, goes outside with the sole intention of observing the animals passing by, insists on celebrating every one of your pet’s birthdays, and every now and then surprises you with an animal fact you’ve never heard before.

[science-lings]

Extra details bc polls have a character limit and I am a certified yapper

1- Naturally quiet Bruce my beloved, selectively mute even. He knows he's bad at words and if he doesn't know what to say he just doesn't say anything at all and that is not good for being a decent communicator. Thankfully Cass doesn't need words to know, so they just hang out without saying a single thing.

2- Brucie is who he is when he HAS to interact with people and HAS to come off as 'normal' and it has never been who he really is. Also, this guy fixates on strategizing and some of the most random things with the excuse that it could be useful at some point, he has trouble in social and emotional situations. Yes, Battinson opened my eyes to this concept and I am not letting it go.

3-As much as I like the masks having glowing white lenses, I need them to put makeup on each other for crime-fighting reasons. Battinsons raccoon eyes are so important to me. I want to see him carefully putting some green eye makeup on a hyperactive 9 yo Dick Grayson RIGHT NOW

4-Titus and Ace have gone through therapy dog training (specifically for PTSD) and the rest are only qualified because they make Damian feel better, they don't actually get much special treatment. He just likes introducing people to his emotional support cow/turkey/bat-dragon-demon creature/ Alfred (cat).

5- I think canonically he can cook and the joke is that haha he needs Alfred to do everything for him but like this guy went alone off the grid for years and can in fact take care of himself or at least his basic health needs. The thing is that when he cooks he gets distracted while things are cooking and forgets to put on timers. He just puts food low on the scale of things that are important to pay attention to so if anything comes up to take his attention he's screwed. He works better if he's part of a group of people cooking or there's someone there to tell him to pay attention.

6- I think while the Waynes were alive, Alfred was mostly pretty distant, he was part of the staff even if he was one of their favorites. He wasn't Bruce's nanny or anything. But he was trusted by them and they didn't trust any other family to take care of Bruce in the event of their death. Even after the Incident, Alfred wasn't really prepared to raise a child, I feel like we always make Alfred the emotionally intelligent one when he mostly raised Bruce post-horrific trauma. I don't think Alfred is perfect, I think there was always that barrier keeping him and Bruce from really connecting during his childhood.

Bruce saw everyone leave, his parents, the rest of the staff, and he is convinced that one wrong move means that Alfred will leave him too so he doesn't want to do something wrong and drive his last person away. Even though he is a traumatized child filled with rage, every time it becomes too much and he gets into a fight or breaks something he is terrified that means Alfred will find someone else to take care of him. Slowly this fear fades but it comes back when he turns 18 bc that's when he becomes an adult which means Alfred won't be obligated to stick around. But it comes and goes and Alfred is... still there? It's only at this point that he starts to think of Alfred as part of his family and over the years he actually allows himself to think of Alfred as his father.

7- I don't think I have to explain this one, I think he has a weird relationship with sex and will seduce people for the Mission but has never been particularly into it. Sometimes he does it because that's what his partners want but if no one asks for it or there's no outside reason to do it, he has better things to do. Maybe he's even uncomfortable with it but can do it to keep up pretenses and because that's what Brucie would do.

8- I think the big scary vampire-coded vigilante should take off his big scary cape and wrap it around his kids and carry them off into the night. It's good for people going into shock as well. I think it is secretly very warm. It is also a good hiding place for robins of a certain size. Full-grown Jason would have trouble hiding there but its blanket use is still fully applicable.

9-We typically only see the big cavern with all the vehicles and the batcomputer but I think it would be fun if that was just the Hub of the cave system. There are tunnels that lead to labs and rooms made for the creation and upkeep of armor and other vigilante wear, there are quarantine rooms and containment vaults, target ranges and a surgery center and so much more. It is a labyrinth in there and there is always a new section being worked on. There is also a tunnel that leads to the Drake residence which made it especially easy for Tim to sneak home when he needed to.

10- how is this 40(?) yo man doing the splits while fighting, he does flips, how is he moving like that. He's not just a big strong guy, he's also fast and evasive and I like to think that aside from the lack of quips, he did a pretty good job convincing ppl he was Nightwing that one time.

[lastoneout]

New Pinned/Intro Post!

Hi, I'm Loo(or Alex), I'm a disabled queer artist and writer as well as a furry vtuber who streams four days a week on twitch(mostly Minecraft but also Soulsborne games and a variety of other stuff).

You may know me from The Tuna Post, in which several thousand of you came together to "force" me to buy damn near 30 American Dollars worth of imported fancy canned tuna to eat and review live on stream. If you're here for it, said live review can be found on twitch and on my youtube channel. TL;DR: 10/10 would recommend.

I currently can't work, so if you like what I've got going on here and want to help me out, I take donations over on my ko-fi <3 Aside from that, follows on twitch help a lot, even if you never end up watching!

(Also, I sell my twitch emotes as stickers on redbubble!)

I don't have a proper BYF, but as a heads up I'm heavily introverted and have ADHD, and between those and my disabilities eating up my energy I often take a while to respond to messages/tags/reblogs/DMs and sometimes forget entirely. This isn't anything against you, and it's something I'm working on, but just something to keep in mind if you plan on interacting with me a lot.

FAQ:

Do you take commissions?

Not at the moment, but hopefully in the future!

What do you use for art?

Wacom Intuos tablet + Clip Studio Paint on the PC, though these days I mostly use CSP on a Samsung Galaxy Tab s6 since I can use it in bed on my low spoons days.

What do you want to go to school for?

Digital Art and American Sign Language!

You talk about being sick all the time/having health problems, what's wrong with you?

Too many things to list <3 but the most notable ones are chronic migraines, hEDS, and ADHD.

Queer?

I'm ace, bisexual, bigender, and butch. I'm also polyam but currently in a very happy monogamous relationship and don't have plans to change that. My pronouns are she/they, and while I would prefer to not have people use he/him with me you are highly encouraged to use masculine forms of address(sir, guy, dude, king, man, my guy, grandpa, dad, etc.) whenever appropriate. My assigned sex/gender at birth is none of your business.

Who's Yotsuba?

Yotsuba is an adorable little gremlin and the main character of my favorite manga, Yotsuba &!, and you should go read it right now seriously it's amazing go read it go read it GO READ IT-

What's "ask to tag"?

The tumblr equivalent of "author chose not to use archive warnings", I put it on anything that seems like it could use a trigger warning but where no one has specifically asked me to tag for that trigger yet. Things I currently (try to) tag for: flashing lights/eyestrain, insects, suicide, fatphobia/diet culture/disordered eating, my hero academia, gore/body horror, current events, us politics, politics, covid, cats, and anything nsfw goes under nsft.

I can't promise to be 100% consistent with these tho, between the ADHD and the migraines I am very forgetful, so slip ups are bound to happen.

Loo? Like the bathroom??

LOO is short for LastOneOut, I'm american and forgot people call it that, you can write it as Lou or just call me Alex if it makes you feel better.

LookingForLoo?? Like looking for the bathroom??

On websites where LastOneOut is taken I'm LookingForLoo because I'm literally looking for LOO, LastOneOut. I thought it was clever T_T

Sideblogs?

I have a nsfw alt @looafterdark (18+ only I swear to god I keep a loaded gun pointed at the follow list) and a writing inspo blog @last-scrapbook. I also once ran a couple of character ask blogs, though I don't plan on starting them up again, and I was the mod behind @pokeprofshowdown.

Who's Eugene/Ophelia/Sasha?

My ocs from an original story I'm working on. I get brainrot and post about them a lot. You are ALWAYS allowed to ask me about them!

What's your fursona/can I make art of you?

I'm a dog, kinda like a papillion but not really, and yes you may. My ref sheet is here.

Can I repost your funny text posts to twitter/insta/reddit?

Sure, all I ask is that you include the entire post and leave my username visible. You can also tag me if you want, I'm lookingforloo on twitter, insta, and reddit <3

Can I repost your art/writing?

Absolutely not.

Can I plug your art or writing into an AI program?

Absolutely not under any fucking circumstances.

Can I use your art in an amv/fandom board/as a cover for my playlist or fic/ect.?

Depends, DM me first.

Can I write fic/make fanart based on your fics/art/HCs/AUs?

Absolutely <3

Can I write fic/make fanart based on your OCs?

Art yes, fics no.

What's your stance on the discourse?

There is no amount of posting online about contentious topics that could ever match the sheer power of simply going out into your community and finding a project that helps other people that you can dedicate your time and energy to. Also wear a mask, vote(if you can), and listen to marginalized people when they speak about their experiences.

How old are you?

29

[empresskadia]

I think the most powerful gifts you can give a Spartan is one that reminds them of you for when you're aren't there. Sometimes they're off doing missions, and you're separated, and they really miss you. Having that little reminder always makes it better.

Like, say, for Naomi, her partner has an Ace of Spades playing card on the pauldron of their armor like their uncle did back when the Human-Covenant War began. Luck was important to him, so it was important to you. Naomi was just as important to you, so when you couldn't always be together on the same ship, you gave her two things: A copy of the card on your shoulder and a magic eight ball to keep in her room. You may or may not have replaced the die inside with things you would say, so it was like you were there in spirit when you couldn't be there in person.

Not when you're getting scouted for some big secret project led by a guy whose name you forget but a number that reminded you of hers.

096?

First, I got chills reading this! Second, I gasped so loudly my dog came to check on me to make sure I was okay. Third, I was like ‘fuckin Musa! Naomi’s gonna murder you.’ Like I didn’t know how the Spartan IV program started. I lowkey went feral for this ask, you’re spoiling me and I adore it.

I love this so very much and this is canon in my head now. How cute is this!!! Spartans don’t have personal things but the item their partner gives them becomes their prized possession and they would break bones if someone tries to take it.

Like for Linda, she has pressed flowers that you gave her and kept on her dog tags at all times, when she’s thinking about her partner or missing you, she grasps the chain and feels a little closer to you. Or a small charm on Nornfang that you made for her that Linda never takes off. Whenever she takes down targets and sees the charm, she thinks to herself that she can’t wait to hear about the mission you’ve been sent on or just to see you in general.

There is a ring that your grandmother passed down that you always wear on your pointer finger and end up giving to Kelly because it fits on her pinkie/places it on her chain because you wouldn’t see her for a few months. When Kelly’s thinking about her partner/missing you, she subconsciously spins the ring, and later, ends up seeing her name/spartan tag engraved inside the band. Or give her one of your earrings that your father gave you, so she had half of something that was super important to you and feels very protective of the jewelry because she knows you adored your father.

For John, it’s the exchanged dog tags, one is his and the other is yours. Sometimes he takes it off and runs his finger across your name and service number, he doesn’t realize that his expression softens just a bit but Cortana and Blue team know he’s thinking about you.

Everyone on Blue team knows that Fred has a favorite combat knife that you gave him and if something happens to it, he is going to kill someone, and no, it’s not an exaggeration. Kelly witnessed him panic about losing it once and horde of brutes didn’t even have a chance to blink before they were dead. There are personalized words written on the inside of the knife from you and it will be over his dead body before someone tries to take it or use it.

But also! Luck is important to Naomi because it reminds her of John too and we see how worried she is for Chief in the books, this is very important to her! So you give her the card and tell her about it, she’s putting that on her armor in the same spot that you have it in. It makes her feel closer to her partner and her eyes soften anytime she glimpses it from the corner of her vision. Especially once she gets recruited for Kilo-Five and you get sent on a secret ‘mission’ that she can’t know about. Naomi knows there is something you’re not telling her but she won’t push because it’s classified, which kind of worries her.

When Serin tells her about the whole Halsey thing or finds out about her dad, she shakes the eight ball wishing you were there to talk with but quietly laughs to herself when she reads the message because it’s 100% something you would say. Naomi constantly starts asking BB if there were any messages sent to her, getting antsy when he tells her no every time to the point BB shares this with the captain.

Eventually, Naomi asks Serin if she could find any information about you, giving her your full name, service name, rank, and all the important things to find your file. If anyone could get into classified mission files, it would be BB and Serin.

It's BB saying, "Oh that's rather somber to find out." that has Naomi wanting to panic. Did something happen? Was her partner hurt? Were you hospitalized? Did you get killed? She knew she should've upgraded your armor with those last bits of data, what was she thinking?! Naomi's thoughts are spirling but nothing prepared her for what your file read,

'SPARTAN-IV Lieutenant - pending transfer to REDACTED'

'Augmentation Procedure - Successful'

'AI Partner - Pending Compatibility with REDACTED'

'Stationed - UNSC REDACTED'

'Notes - Expand'

"What does it mean by Spartan-IV?" Naomi had to ask, she had to know because all she recalled was her own augmentation, the pain, the recovery, the loss of her sisters and brothers in arms, something that she might've just lost her partner to.

[mystic-insightss]

Oooo hey gravity falls fan!

Do you have any headcanons about any characters? I would love to know!

i am in fact a gravity falls fan!! i don’t have much art for them up on here but i do have a good few drawings on my instagram!

i made a headcanons note maybe a year ago that i never actually shared anywhere, so here’s that :)

stanley pines

- aromantic

- pronouns: he/him

- hates french people (is it a joke? we don’t know)

- has periodic nightmares

- has adhd

- prefers dogs

- atheist. bc of the trauma

- very dangerous driver. in addition to breaking like every law ever he has horrible tunnel vision. very bad at paying attention to his surroundings and often spaces out on the most insignificant objects and ends up almost crashing (or actually crashing)

- like mabel, he used to always lose to stanford in logic based games like checkers and chess. unlike mabel, he always beat stanford at ping pong and feels very happy for himself for it. (part of this is because stanford’s motor skills as a child/teenager were awful.)

stanford pines

- gay asexual

- pronouns: he/him

- has periodic nightmares

- is autistic

- played piano as a child

- struggled with self-harm as a teenager

- forgets basic life functions (e.g. sleeping and eating)

- prefers cats

- ngl ford gives asthma vibes LMAO like my man has horrible lungs

- nervous breakdowns. fiddleford calms him down by taking ford’s wrists in his hands

- agnostic only because the idea of punching god in the face gives him catharsis. still celebrates jewish holidays with stan & the kids

- even worse driver than stan. somehow. every bit of unexpressed anger he has gets expressed when he drives. wants every other car on the road to drop off the face of the earth. unhinged man that then turns around and says “what. i’m not a bad driver.” during the portal years fiddleford demands control of the car during trips.

- yeah he gets bullied as a kid for his fingers but he also gets bullied for EVERY autistic trait/symptom/display he has. it’s true he told me so

fiddleford mcgucket (1982)

- biromantic heterosexual* (see footnote. please.)

- pronouns: any

- likes to grow plants - idea credit to the fic ‘not one to forget’ on ao3! read it if u haven’t, you will have no regrets

- prefers neither dogs nor cats, likes other random animals better (cough. raccoons. cough)

- has to remind stanford to perform his basic life functions

- my mcgucket backupsmore headcanon is that he was shooting for a scholarship (or something similar to what stanford was going for) for a slightly less prestigious school than WCT and then when he showed his project to the scout people and it like blew up and hit one of them in the face and so needless to say they did not accept him

- he hates being called stupid more than anything

- he has anxiety. and yes that’s also pre-and-during-portal-years. the guy is nervous about everything. he nervous stims. chews his nails pulls at his hair shaking hands and legs the whole deal

- he doesn’t really talk about it either. he marinates. he marinates and ford developed a sense for it

- raised christian, really not that into it. has more important things to do

mabel pines

- sexuality: pansexual, or omnisexual. haven’t made up my mind yet but she’s definitely mspec!

- pronouns: she/her

- is she cis or trans?? who knows i can’t decide

- absolutely was into loom bracelets when they were popular

- also silly bandz

- 5’8” when she’s grown up. dipper is 5’7”.

- she collects squishmallows and/or beanie babies. they all have names. they take up half of her bed.

i have like nothing for dipper besides the classic transhet headcanon & him being shorter than mabel 😭 mystery trio phase hit me real hard ok

* don’t use this post for discourse. “bUt ThE SpLiT aTtRaCtIOn mOdEL iS onLy FoR aSpEc PeOpLe” too bad. i’m aroace and i say it’s *fine* who *cares*

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

here to stay | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: Tessa gets Rhett a gift she worries is too much. (wc: 1960)

Requested: YES by @oneelleandaneye

Warnings: just rhett and tess being couple goals, mostly fluff but it takes a sharp suggestive turn at the end there it is literally not my fault rhett abbott is a dog

✎……MASTERLIST

Finishing up the wrapping with the last bit of tape, Tessa bit her lip anxiously. 

It wasn’t his birthday and it wasn’t even their anniversary, either. Hell, they hadn’t even reached six months, let alone one year, of dating. As she stared down at the blue and white striped paper, she wondered if she should just forget about it. Hide it until a more appropriate date or just return it. 

God, but she spent so much money on it. Custom made to her specifications, hand crafted by a guy out in Montana who still did it the traditional way like the old cowboys. Of course, Rhett could never find out how much money she actually spent on the gift. He would put up a fuss about how it could have been spent on something more important than him. Literally anything other than himself. Speaking like it was a simple and immovable fact that he didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. With those blue eyes downcast and cheeks flushed and a slight shake of his head — sincere in his denial and assertion. 

Part of her wondered if he would react that way even if he didn’t know how much she spent. 

Maybe this was a dumb idea after all.

With a sigh, Tessa got up from the floor and picked up the wrapped gift from the coffee table. Hiding it was probably her best option now. Deep in a closet somewhere where he couldn’t possibly find it — and maybe she would forget about it as well. 

But then, just before she could mentally decide which closet in her little cottage Rhett was least likely to go snooping through, there was a knock at the front door. Most likely her mother coming over to check if she needed anything to tide her over for the weekend, snacks or drinks or, most likely, if she wanted to walk over to the main house to spend the day. 

Gift still in hand, Tessa pulled open the door with a greeting ready and waiting on her tongue. It died right there in her mouth however, when she saw who was really on the front porch. 

“Rhett,” she said, trying not to sound so shocked that he was there. “Wh-What are you doin’ here?”

Brows furrowed, he quickly looked down at his phone then back up at her. “Sorry, this a bad time? Y’said I could come over whenever, so…”

It was ten in the morning on a Saturday. And it warmed something in Tessa’s chest that he would want to come over this early and spend the whole day with her. That he would stand on her front porch ready to leave at her word but so eager to stay. Booted feet shuffling on the treated wood and blinking down at her rapidly from beneath the brim of his trucker hat. He wanted to be with her. Not even doing anything, they made no plans. Just hanging out together, maybe running some errands because she desperately needed to restock the snacks she kept hidden in her room at the Boy’s Home. Somehow domestic and somehow so natural and good that sometimes it scared her. How easily things came between her and Rhett.

She gripped the small gift still clutched in her hand tighter. Maybe that was why she was so nervous to give it to him. 

What if this was finally the thing that messed it all up?

“No, this — this isn’a bad time,” she finally answered, opening the door wider and moving out of the way for him to come inside. “Jus’caught me off guard, s’all.”

Rhett smiled sheepishly as he stepped through the doorway, plucking his hat from his head and hanging it on the hooks just inside. Running a hand through his hair, he nodded his head towards her hands with a grin. 

“Wha’s that?”

Tessa looked down at the little wrapped box as she clicked the door shut behind him. “Uh…It’s um…”

She looked back up into his expectant face, eyebrows raised in a nearly amused way while he toed off his boots, trying to think of some lie that would keep the gift from him for just a little bit longer. It’s for one of the boys? It’s for my dad? Her brain screamed at her to say something, anything, to get him off her back. But with his hands on his hips and slight narrowing of his eyes, she knew she was done for. They both knew she was shit liar anyway. He wouldn’t have believed her even if she had been able to come up with something and finally wrestled it past her lips. 

With a sigh, she held it out to him and muttered, “S’for you.”

“Me?” he questioned on a chuckle, pulling the gift from her fingers almost reluctantly. “Why?”

“No reason. Just…Got the idea n’couldn’t let it go ‘till I…Yeah…” she replied honestly. 

His smile was small and shy as he turned the present around and around in those big, calloused hands. Like he was looking for the timer to a bomb that would go off when he ripped the paper. He kept his eyes trained on it as he meandered over to the couch, shoulders hunched.

“Jus’cause?” he asked as he slowly lowered himself onto the cushions.

“Yeah. Jus’cause.” Tessa followed after him slowly, sitting down next to him on the couch and keeping a bit-lip silence until he started tearing the paper away from the box. “I hope y’like it. I-I know y’re supposed t’win’em, but I jus’thought…”

She knew if she kept talking it would turn into a ramble. A proverbial vomiting of words that would leave Rhett feeling overwhelmed and unsure how he felt. Saying whatever it took to get her to stop talking even if he didn’t really mean it. So instead, she watched anxiously with her arms wrapped tightly around her torso as he finished off tearing away the wrapping paper. As he lifted the lid from the box and took in what was carefully tucked inside the protective styrofoam casing.

“Oh,” he muttered quietly as his blue eyes like cloudy days scanned the gift.

It was a belt buckle. The silver plating shiny and new. Engraved into it was a stylized sun and a bull’s horn on either side. From all the imperfections and the attention to detail, it was clear that it was handcrafted. Rustic in its design, old school. Rhett traced his thumb over the line work but didn’t take it out of the box still sat lazily over his spread thighs. 

Tessa felt her expression drop, her heart sink into her gut. “You don’like it.” 

“No, no —” he immediately answered, glancing over at her quickly then back down to the buckle. “I jus’...How much’d you spend on this?”

And there it was. That sincere denial and assertion. With those blue eyes downcast and cheeks flushed and a slight shake of his head as he continued to look at the gift. She could practically see what he was thinking. How he didn’t deserve this. How she should have spent her money on something else. Anything else. How he hadn’t earned it. 

Where did he learn that love was something that had to be earned? Where did he get the idea that he didn’t deserve to be treated to nice things?

From her experience, she knew where he learned. And it twisted up something angry and sour in her gut that forced the corners of her mouth to turn down. Apples never fell far from trees in Wabang, and sometimes it was the trees that were doing the throwing. Because it was clear to her, as she watched him waiting for her answer on the price, that he did like the gift. Despite all his hesitations. He wouldn’t stop looking at it. Tracing his thumb over the rough edges of the etching.

He might not have earned it the way he had all those other buckles she saw lined up on his dresser, but he wanted this one.

And she wanted him to want it freely. 

“Doesn’matter how much I spent,” she finally said, tucking her legs up underneath herself as she scooted closer to him. “I jus’know…Y’always call me sunshine n’y’always say I’m y’r good luck charm before a ride so…Jus’a little bit’a good luck sunshine t’carry around with ya.”

Rhett finally turned his head to look over at her, a lock of dark hair curled at the end falling into his face. He chewed his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed as he studied her like she was about to change her mind at any second. But her mind was set, and so she smiled. Small and reassuring as she reached out and tucked that stray hair behind his ear like she knew he liked. 

“You sure?” he questioned quietly.

“Positive.” Then she quickly added on, “I mean, y’don’have t’wear it if ya don’like it, obviously, but I jus’thought —”

But Rhett was quick to cut her off as he pulled the buckle from the box. “No, I love it. It, uh — reminds me’a you.” 

Tessa felt her cheeks heat up as he turned the buckle over in his large palm, inspecting the blacksmith’s symbol on the back. That was what she was hoping for, even though the thought of it still sounded weirdly conceited to her. They didn’t get to spend much time together with her busy and consistently changing schedule with the Boy’s Home and him trying his hand at more out of state rodeos. But this way, he could carry around a piece of her always. Could bring him good luck even when she couldn’t be there. Could maybe keep those buckle bunnies from oogling what wasn’t theirs.

“Good, m’glad y’like it.”

Without another word or thought, Rhett got up from the couch. Tessa felt a heat pool in her belly, and in her cheeks, as she watched him. One handed, he undid his belt and slid the old buckle he was wearing off. She swallowed something thick as he put the new buckle on his belt and redid the clasp.

Like her own claim on him. Her own mark.

He turned to her once he felt it was centered, those slightly too tight jeans hugging his thighs and hips on full display with his fingers perched on the leather of his belt. Right in front of her face. She had to stop herself from rubbing her thighs together at the sight of her sunshine sitting pretty and shiny right above his zipper.

“Whaddaya think? Look good?” he asked, looking down at the buckle then up at her with the most sincere expression. 

Christ, he had no idea what he was doing to her.

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed with a nod.

“What?” he chuckled lowly. 

Her throat was suddenly too dry to really speak. Tongue too big to form the words as her eyes kept flicking back and forth between his expectant smiling face and the buckle he now wore. Tessa never thought she could be possessive until this moment. But there it was, rearing its ugly head as she thought about everyone seeing him wearing it and knowing what it meant.

That he was hers.

Rhett Abbott was hers. 

With his quiet way of speaking and passion and kindness and sincerity so loud she could nearly see it. With his big hand, rough and warm, cupping her cheek and gently forcing her to look up into his face. 

“Y’like it?” he asked again, softer and darker all at once, an understanding taking hold of his face. 

“Yes,” she squeaked breathlessly.

A small grin ticked up the corner of his mouth, and he nodded his head down at her as he said, “Show me, sunshine.”

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[trans-yllz]

YOU KNOW WHO IT IIIIISSSS WWX JC AND JYL FOR THE ASK GAMEEEEEE🙌🙌🙌

idk if you want individual headcanons or one of them all together so you can have both 😳

this is half stolen from a fic I read once but I think that post canon wei wuxian would wear certain clothes and carry himself in a certain way to invoke the image of the yiling laozu whenever he needs to intimidate people to get things he wants from them. he's sort of just living in domestic bliss doing whatever the fuck he wants but he's still very good at manipulating peoples perception of him, and he doesn't let the cultivation world forget that he's dangerous and scary and can kill them if he wants to. gusu is hosting an important trade conference and he's there in his nice hanfu with chenqing to make sure things go well for them

jiang cheng is absolutely a fish guy. I don't know why I think this but it's just true. he can't have dogs so he goes to fish (he could have gotten dogs after wei wuxians death but he doesn't. he keeps chenqing for 16 years. much to think about). he's obsessive over it and spends way too much of the sects income on things for his fish. no one else takes care of the fish they're His fish and he is solely responsible for them unless he has to travel, in which case only the most trusted advisors are permitted to take care of the fish. he can tell them all apart and they all have stupid names like sweetheart and baby

jiang yanli is an Excellent diplomat. jiang fengmian brought her along on so many negotiations and diplomatic endeavors that she picked up on a lot of it, and the fact that she's always settling quarrels w her brothers has made her a great mediator. I think her style of negotiation is kind of sneaky? like she's very charming and sweet and people see her as being fragile, so they don't want to upset her by being too "aggressive" and are inclined to listen to her when she's trying to calm people down in an argument

all together uhm 🥺 I think that jiang cheng and wei wuxian definitely rope jiang yanli into their mischief when they're younger. people think wei wuxian is the only mischievous one because he always "starts it" but as much as jiang cheng clamors about Bringing Shame To Their Sect, he wouldn't be there if he didn't actually want to be, and jiang yanli says she's tagging along on their misadventures to make sure they don't get into Too much trouble, but really she thinks their shenanigans are funny and has fun running around with them doing silly stuff. and the boys absolutely make jiang yanli vouch for their innocence because madam yu and jiang fengmian are much more inclined to believe her over them. no baba wei wuxian and jiang cheng weren't surfing on their swords on the river I was there I saw the whole thing I'd never lie to you would I. don't look at that big crack in the dock post thats always been there don't worry about it

[starr-finn]

Hi!! Could you write some headcanons rust x reader, and maybe someone else from the main 4?

Thanks,ly

Alright! So I'll just write general romance HCs, I left out rust for this because I don't write for him in the romantic way, it's a personal choice, I do have father/kid relationship HCs up on my account! I'll definitely write something else for him soon tho! So wrote for the main 4, and Bain, hope that's ok! sorry this took so long, I got really burnt out ;-;

Random relationship HC's for the main 4, and Bain

Author's note:

Dallas

Dallas is a bit protective, whether or not you're a heister, He's ready to fight for you, with absolutely no regard for his own life

Dallas plays with your hair a lot, he usually does it to keep his hands busy

Dallas really enjoys giving and receiving forehead kisses

Spoils the absolute shit outta you, just because he can

doesn't get jealous often, when he does it's more because of the person not leaving you alone

a workaholic, you have to drag him away from work for anything

Has never forgotten your anniversary, married or not

always goes all out on dates, his reasoning is 'Why not? it's for the love of my life'

a total sweetheart most days

uses pet names like 'Darling' 'Love' and 'Dear'

Chains

fuck i have no clue what to do for chains, like at all

actually never leaves your side, he's like one of those clingy puppy dogs that follow you everywhere

spoils you a lot as well

rambles to anyone that will listen about you

has taken many MANY bullets for you

doesn't like fancy dates, so he often takes you out for walks with you

doesn't even really remember your real name, mainly because he never calls you anything other than nicknames

however, he never forgets your birthday or anniversary

tells a lot of dumb jokes and always laughs at yours

Calls you 'Babe' 'Baby' and 'Honey' a lot

Wolf

Wolf is like chains in terms of following you around, he will follow you to the ends of the earth

he holds your hand everywhere you guys go, he doesn't really like not holding your hand

He gets more violent and aggressive if you get hurt

He likes cuddles, he's like a massive snuggly guard dog

He gets jealous easy

He speaks in swedish around you a lot, mainly because he's absolutely smitten and talks to himself about how much he loves you

teaches you swedish

you guys both adopt a dog together after you guys move in together

Forgets dates easy, not because he wants to but because he has so much going on in his psychotic brain

calls you stuff like älskling (Darling) sötnos (Sweetie) and min kärlek (my love)

Hoxton

Teases you a lot, just for fun

Really enjoys biting at your neck and shoulders

holds your hands a lot too

doesn't follow you around a lot, but he likes knowing where you are

will kill any cop that touches you with no hesitation

Goes WAYYY out on dates, he thinks it's important to have big dates, often you guys go out to eat at a fancy restaurant and then go do something fun

spoils you a lot, like a lot

likes cuddles, but they always end up in something more

likes telling corny jokes, laughs harder when you groan at them

Calls you 'My love' 'Darling' and 'cutie'

Bain

Bain is always talking to you, he really, really loves talking to you

since your most likely a heister, He's super protective

almost cries when you get hurt, It makes him sad

has an entire notebook full of stuff he loves about you, just in case

Dates usually consist of a movie and take out, he doesn't like going outside

makes tea for the two of you every night before bed

takes care of you when your hurt or sick

probably one of the best at remembering things

really likes when you braid or play with his hair

Calls you 'Baby' 'Honey' and 'Lovely'

[zepskies]

hey!! this is for the supernatural ship exchange :)

* prefer male ships

* i'm a deeply empathetic person, i care a lot about others and sometimes i forget to care for myself because of it.

* I can be very silly, especially late at night. I like giving things voices, or petting every dog I see, or giving nose boops.

* on the flip side of my sensitive/kind nature, i can be very feisty. I’m also DEEPLY sarcastic

* i would consider myself a brave person. I don't struggle to have hard conversations with people (i don't like them but I'll do it),and I've stood up to every bully I've ever had

* i would consider myself a wise/intelligent person (i give good advice), resilient, but also easy going.

* INFJ | Pisces sun, cancer moon, libra rising, pisces Venus | Ravenclaw |

* In a partner, I look for someone who will support and listen to me. I also look for someone who is self sufficient (I can’t deal with laziness). Most importantly, they should be kind (i.e. If I’m ranting about things like sexism in a tv show, I want them to be able to understand why it’s important to me.)

* I’m the singer/guitarist in a rock band so music is very very important to me. I also love to draw and I read pretty much all the time. My ideal day is going to a coffee shop and then a bookstore. Which reminds me— I drink an obscene amount of coffee. I’m also a geek who does go to comic con (*boos are heard throughout the audience*)

Hey, lovely!! I’m very excited to dive into this for you. 💜

(For others’ context, we agreed to do a little ship exchange for SPN characters based on our personalities!)

I debated on this, but I kept coming back to one of our guys for you…

Sam Winchester

(More below the cut): ⤵️

Sam is also an INFJ: deeply a feeling type, introverted, intuitive, but also a very precise decision maker. Even though you two are the same personality type and have some hobbies in common, you still have plenty of differences to balance you out.

Sam would appreciate the fact that you're so deeply empathetic. Someone who cares about others is a very attractive quality to someone like him, who's very passionate himself, and has literally dedicated his life to saving people. And the fact that you take the time to truly listen to him is something he doesn't get very often (besides Dean).

He would also be very amused by your silly side, especially on late nights while researching for hunts, when you're both exhausted but trying to push through that invisible wall of tiredness. Maybe you'd take up funny ways to distract him from reading...

And maybe those funny distractions turn into fun distractions, where Sam may just have to clear off the table for you. 😏

Like you, Sam can also get a bit sarcastic at times. 😅 Sometimes you two might butt heads, all passive-aggressive like, but then he'll make it up to you with those earnest eyes of his, so you can talk out your issues more sincerely.

While Sam shares the quality of bravery, he would also see that and like that quality in you. He not only finds confidence attractive, but also someone who doesn't bend on her principles.

He respects the fact that you're so opinionated, and not only would he listen to your rants, but he would offer his own opinions respectfully, which could lead to some very deep and meaningful conversations between you. (Though he could also be a balancing force for you; if you have moments of getting a bit hot-headed, he'll figure out how to diffuse you. 😂)

He would find your career fascinating! He loves music himself (maybe not the same genres as Dean, but he does listen to rock music). He'd be very supportive, going to your concerts and sitting in the front row. Maybe he wouldn't be the most boisterous of fans, but he's certainly dedicated to you and your success. 💗

And as Dean so often teases him, Sam's a big nerd himself. He's probably never gone to Comic Con, but he's up for that experience with you, as long as you keep him close and help him navigate the cosplayers. (He has some experience with LARPing, so that's kind of close? 😂)

Sam would also love to go on bookstore dates with you. He'd take you to his favorite coffee shop (or yours), and he'd get coffee or tea depending on his mood. He might remind you every now and then that too much caffeine isn't all that good for you (but he really has no room to judge, so feel free to tease him about it 😂).

Then he'd browse the rows and rows of books with you -- whether it's a huge Barnes & Noble, an independent bookstore, or a second-hand thrift shop. He doesn't really care, as long as there's books (and you).

You two often find yourselves exploring the bunker's library together, wiping dust off of old books to see what little treasures you can find, whether it's a book you've read before, or something old and interesting you'd never find otherwise in this vast collection of knowledge.

You and Sam could snuggle up on the couch together and read in a companionable silence.

Sometimes his fingers brush up and down your arm absently, unintentionally distracting you. Or he smoothes your hair out of your face, or even sneaks a kiss or two. Moments like these are when he's his most content, and at peace.

Also, this man is by no means lazy. He may not be the best cook, but he has a "can-do" attitude to pretty much everything, and he's willing to figure it out with you and/or for you. If you need help, an encouraging word, support, or a listening ear, Sam can and will be your steady rock as a partner.

This was my first time ever writing a ship for someone, so I hope I did this justice for you @perseephoneee! I feel like I already know a lot more about you. 💕 And I'll be sending you my info shortly.~

[asher-agere]

I just read through your part five of bsd agere headcanons and omg SHIRASE IS FINALLY TALKED ABOUT BY SOMEONE WITHOUT INSULTING HIM!!!! I am even less normal about Shirase than I am about Fyodor. I’m his no.1 defender nobody gets him like I do.

So uhm. Request time!! Can you do headcanons for Adam being Shirase’s caregiver? I love their dynamic a lot and since Shirase is in Europe he probably does encounter Adam occasionally you know… I just love anything to do with Shirase honestly, he’s my silly thing!!!

Also if this wasn’t obvious by me saying I’m less normal about Shirase than I am about Fyodor, I’m the same anon who sent the Fyodor request. This isnt important or anything I just like being able to be recognized and stuff you know… maybe I’ll make a proper anon sign off soon idk.

Hi Anon! I’m so glad that I’ve found another Shirase supporter! :0 It’s unfairly hard to find us. I firmly believe that Shirase haters haven’t read Stormbringer and therefore can’t possibly fully understand his character, I like to see the best I suppose! I’m so happy to hear that someone likes what I do enough to make multiple requests! That’s such a crazy thing to me- Thank you so much!!

Onto the request though- I can absolutely do that! I adore ALL the dynamics from Stormbringer! That book has such a hold on my heart

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Caregiver Adam + Little Shirase

✮⋆˙ I think that Adam would check in on Shirase a whole bunch as a sort of parting gift to Chuuya. He needs to do what’s best for Chuuya, and Chuuya wants his friends to be safe! Once Adam checks in on Shirase and finds a baby… Well he starts checking in on him a whole lot more!

✮⋆˙ As Adam starts taking care of Shirase I think Shirase would be pretty closed off. He doesn’t need help! And seeing Adam reminds him of Chuuya. Which leads to missing Chuuya. Which leads to crying. In the end Adam takes care of a crying baby a lot. But he doesn’t mind of course! He’ll gently give Shirase updates on how Chuuya is doing while he rocks the baby gently to calm him down enough to fall asleep

✮⋆˙ As they grow closer though and Shirase grows more comfortable he can be a super happy baby! In babyspace Shirase is just a clingy little guy. He’ll cling to Adam, all he wants is to be carried around! He doesn’t wanna play or talk, just wants to be held. Adam will just give him a pacifier and easily walk around. He’ll gently talk about things as he moves around, narrate what he’s doing, talk about his day, he knows Shirazu isn’t really listening, but if Shirase can hear his voice it’s a reminder he’s still there!

✮⋆˙ When Shirase’s in a bigger headspace he loves playing! He has a couple toys and he’ll force Adam to sit down and play with him! Adam doesn’t really understand playing pretend at first, but he gets the hang of it! Shirazu will always catch him off guard. For example Shirase can say there’s monsters coming in from the left! Then 5 minutes later you hear Adam “Have the monsters attacked us yet?” Shirazu will look up very confused (He totally didn’t forget), then he’ll just respond “Saw ice cream an’ wen’ away… Can I has ice cream?” Adam sometimes struggles to keep up

✮⋆˙ Shirase doesn’t always consider his surroundings, he breaks things a lot. But it’s never his fault! He’ll blame it on an imaginary friend, or a plushy! Adam is never quite fooled… Shirase is forced to admit he did it and the puppy dog eyes come out, hoping to avoid being yelled at. Unfortunately for him, robots are immune to puppy dog eyes! Adam would never yell at him anyway though. He just gets a small talk to about being careful! Shirazu thinks he’s won, Adam lets him think that

✮⋆˙ Shirase is a victim of ALL the android jokes. Adam will test them on anyone he can find, baby Shirase is the perfect target! Unfortunately most of them Shirase doesn’t get, but Adam has found that if he does funny sound effects or voice changers it gets the little one to laugh! He counts that as a funny joke. Shirase is just pleased with his new source of entertainment

✮⋆˙ Shirase gets upset very easily, any spills or lost toys and he’s bawling. Adam to the rescue though! Adam will scoop him up into his arms, let Shirase cry it out into his neck. Once Shirase has calmed down enough to listen Adam will explain how everything will be alright, carefully solve the problem as he talks, keeping Shirase distracted… Then he’ll show off the solution! Whether that’s finding the lost toy or making a new bottle of milk, Adam can do it!

✮⋆˙ Shirase also throws tantrums when he’s told no. But Adam stands his ground! If he’d saying no it’s with good reason. He’ll explain exactly that, and offer alternatives! Shirase wants more sweets? How about some sweet fruit instead? Shirase wants a new toy? Why not clean up an old one so it looks brand new? Adam just wants what’s best for the little one! Unfortunately not always does the little one know what’s best for himself

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I hope you enjoyed my thoughts on this duo! Thank you so much again for the request, I’m always happy to hear from people that enjoy what I write enough that they want to see more. Have a wonderful day Anon and anyone else reading this!

[writerfromcz]

New life part 2- first task

(Heaven's Secret x MC brother reader)

words: 803

the next day there was a lesson with Fencio. I sat in the last desk in the classroom and kept quiet.

Fencio:“ The Angels and demons Academy keeps the balance on earth and maintains the peace between heaven and hell. Good canot exist without evil and vice-versa. But there is a line that never be crossed. An angel can never be with demon, and demon can never be with an angel“. Since you are unclaimed and have not yet decided whitch side you’re on, you are forbidden to get close to either of them. This is the most important rule that you must never break, and belive me, you don’t want to experience the punishment for disobeying it“ it was tougher than I expected, but that wasn't all

„unlike you, angels and demons were born here. This is their home.Your home was down there, your relatives, your friends, yours jobs, your cats, dogs and whatever else. Forget about it all!!!“  

He said the last sentence in such an evil tone, as if his life depended on it.

„you’re dead!“ he almost screamed „Your home is here now. Your are forbidden from making any contact with your former life.“  Then he talked for a while about how it's forbidden to change the form, how when we go to the ground our form changes to other people who have been dead for a long time and the only thing that doesn't change are the eyes. Today's task was to get the person to make a decision between 2 evils. “ I'll tell you what your assignment will be.“ He began to say the tasks one by one, I was one of the last."

"Y/N, your assignment will be to get a girl named Veronica. She has to pass a test at the university, it's important for her future or go say goodbye to her boyfriend who is going abroad, if she fail to see him off, their relationship will end"

Fencio:“  for a reminder, you have 2 hours to complete the task, after touching the ground others will see you as a different person, so I don't recommend opening the wings, after two hours the vortex will suck you in regardless of the situation. If you finish everything before then just think of the vortex and it will bring you here"

Fencio:“ and now, to the vortex“ Everyone was crowding next to a vortex and one by one the unclaimed took a long jump and dove into it. I took a step back, nervous that my turn was coming up next. Then someone put their hand on my shoulder, I turned around and it was Andy, he took his hand off my shoulder and smiled.

Andy:“ the thing here is just not to be afraid of it. You weren’t afraid of junping into the abyss, this is a piece of cake compared to that, it's quite fun“ He turned to me and leaned back into the vortex.

" well Y/N you're a man so act like it" I thought and jumped in.

I landed near the university, looked around and saw a girl crying not far from me.

Y/N:" excuse me, you're Veronica, right?" She looked up and looked at me.

V:" yes, what do you need?"

Y/N:" I heard you had a dilemma and I'm here to help you.

V:" you don't know anything, leave me alone" he said angrily

Y/N:" I guess we got off to a bad start, I'm John" I said calmly

V:" I'm Veronica" she said in a calmer voice and we shook hands.

We talked for a while as I told her about the importance of listening to the heart and she started telling me her own problems

V:" It's like my boyfriend, I like him, but I feel he's not the one"

Y/N:" so listen to your heart, if he really loves you he will come back to you and you will also have a degree and you will have more options than you have now. If he loves you he won't break up with you, otherwise don't waste your time with him.

Veronica thought for a while and then smiled " you're right, school is more important I have to run to the exam" she said, gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran away.

I felt good about myself "good luck Veronica"

thought of the vortex, and in a moment I was drawn in.

The ride was as fun as a water slide. I was so fascinated by the dough that I accidentally bumped into a guy in a black shirt, with black hair and a tattoo on his neck.

"Hey, watch out!" he said, his eyes turning red.

Y/N:" sorry, take it easy dude"

???:“ I'm Lucifer, you worm." 

great, trouble on the horizon

[kaleuh]

Day 194: What did you do today?

IT ALL STARTED with a dream I had!! (This is important for later, I swear.) I was solving a supernatural mystery at the beach with my friends but the snack shack was serving this bubblegum smoothie!! I saw it SO vividly in my dream. It was pink and delicious (when I tried to put whipped cream on it, it came out as bubbles for some reason.) That's really all I remember.

The Mailman wakes me up to wish me a good day like he does every morning when he's about to go to work. Except this time...he wakes me up by putting his phone in front of me and playing this fucking atrocity. I swat at it like a feral animal, curse him to the nines and tell him he's going to hell for this. He says, "Uhm, if that's what's there, seems like a pretty cool place." I say, "Diversity win: we're all going to hell no matter what." He tells me he loves me and I tell him I love him. He leaves.

I talk to myself for a little bit and then at like 8:40am I get up to do this morning stretch routine I like doing sometimes. I follow along in my living room (I'm struggling since I haven't done it regularly in a bit) and then at 8:55am I go to the computer to work!

The Mailman calls me while I work and we talk about a bunch of things. Friends, politics, the loneliness epidemic. Our East Texas University campaign. I air fried hotdogs the day before so I had one for breakfast (it was very good!) I noticed he had one before he left, too. I'm glad they were all eaten since I was about to make a bunch of porkchops tonight!

The handyman comes to the door. He's here to finish up fixing a spot of water damage on our bathroom ceiling. He's a nice guy. I ask, "How's work going on the other buildings?" He says "Terrible." These buildings are very old so he's had quite a bit of work to do! He finishes and leaves. I hope they were all quick and easy fixes!

I continue to talk to The Mailman throughout my day. I tell him about my dream. I tell him that I am 100% certain that I need to recreate that shake in real life. It was a vision. The most beautiful thing I'd ever tasted and seen in a dream. It even had gumballs in it. I say, "For Christmas, all I want is a blender. There used to be this place that sold bubblegum shakes, but they stopped. I found the mix online. I just need a blender for it. That's the only thing I want for Christmas."

Work goes well. At the end of the day I announce that the new method we've been using to generate new leads has been working swimmingly! I give tips on how to keep implementing it. I feel very good! I am indispensable there and love what I do. I look for a new job even so.

The Mailman comes home. I love him. I give him little kisses and get up on the ledge in the kitchen. I perch. He hates when I perch. He thinks I'm going to fall and get hurt, but he keeps forgetting that i'm the fucking best at what i do and i'm going to live forever. He gingerly picks me up and places me on the ground. I act like a turtle stuck on its back. I get up and start cooking porkchops.

Parmesan Encrusted Porkchops. They're a messy bit of work! I've never cooked them before but I want to learn. He asks if I need any help. They're actually coming along really well! I tell him I might need help with the green beans later. He says okay.

He then puts a freshly purchased Blender on the counter.

I freak out. I say, "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! OH MY GOD!" And he goes "Merry Christmas!"

I give him a BILLION kisses. I tell him he didn't need to do that! There was no special occasion, no reason! He says that he really wants me to make my dream shake. I tear up and give him a big hug. I later buy the bubblegum mix online. I talk about these god damn bubblegum milkshakes the entire time I finish cooking dinner. Also the smoothie potential. He asks me, "Oh, I was also wondering if you maybe wanted to watch Don Bluth's Thumbelina? Or maybe Don Bluth's All Dogs Go to Heaven?" I ask him if he wants to get married tomorrow. He says okay, and that he'd do it today if I wanted. It's after business hours so we put a pin in it for later.

The porkchops came out perfect. We sit on the couch and watch that Kitchen Nightmares episode with Anna's Bakery. I love him. I also realize Barnes & Noble is about to close and I need to head over there! I kiss him and tell him I'll be back in 20 minutes.

On the drive there, I felt it. The heartbeat of the sun. I have felt like that god damn camel from Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure one too many times. The sun gleams right through some clouds on the horizon, as though it were the eye of the world. I went, "I am going to cherish however long I have this feeling." It lasts about a minute or two. I think about how if the sun exists then I'm happy forever, in it somewhere. I think about my future with someone as wonderful as the man I'm with and I feel full. I keep driving. I pick up The Book of Bill and a birthday present for my friend. The clouds are beautiful on the ride back.

I get home and cuddle up to The Mailman. He cleaned the whole kitchen while I was gone. He puts on All Dogs Go to Heaven, and I'm excited to blurt out facts I know about it from Don Bluth's autobiography. As it plays, he asks if I watched this movie at a particularly impressionable age in my life. I have to emphasize that I do not want to fuck the dogs in All Dogs Go to Heaven. I do not want to fuck the Burt Reynolds dog. I do not want to fuck the Dom DeLouise dog.

The movie ends and we start talking about the fucked up straight-to-video sequel. We talk about how long Itchy realistically lives. We decide it isn't very long.

Then we start talking about Against Me! I tell him the first song I ever heard from them was Tonight We're Gonna Give It 35%, and it was because I saw it in a Newgrounds flash cartoon. He plays it. I remember every lyric, despite not hearing it in 10 years. I'm happy. We talk about Sink, Florida, Sink and other songs. He tells me he started listening to them when he was 10. I say What Kind of a 10 Year Old is Listening To Against Me. He says, "I don't know," and gets all shy. I ask him if he was sad. He tells me he "was fine." We joke around. I start tickling him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him. I get a million compliments I don't ever really feel like I deserve. I am eventually Forcibly Removed from the Boy since we didn't realize he was way past his bedtime and he's got mail in the morning. He asks if I'm coming to bed, and I tell him I need to sit down and write this. We say goodnight, and that we love each other, and now I'm here at my desk.