#not tagging bad guys in here because they’re basically just mentions

[nashdoesstuff]

recall. - continuation of this

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crest, celeste by me og dreamtale by jokublog cross by jakei killer by rahafwabas dust by ask-dusttale horror by sour-apple-studios

[anisespice]

“ block boy ” || tokyo rev.

parings: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, kaku, sanzu, rin, ran ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. cursing, mentions of violence, blood, pregnancy mentioned in ran’s, a lot of down bad behavior on both ends lol and i think that’s it.

notes: i pledge allegiance to doechii, and the absolute banger of a song that is “what it is”. literally the first thing i thought of was bonten and couldn’t get ‘em out of my head unless i wrote something down sooo here ya go lol 

notes ii: basically times where you pulled their weight when they least expected you to/when they’re not around. called the shots, took some shots, beat someone up, defended them, loving on them, stuff like this (•3•>)

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen

“Did the severity of the situation finally click in your thick skulls, or do I have to waste more of my breath spelling it out for you?”

When MIKEY returned from his much needed evening snooze in the break room you threatened sweetly advised him to take after working for 17 hours straight, he was expecting to return to the shitstorm he left behind. However, when he entered his office, to his muted surprise there you were, in the middle of berating a handful of subordinates nearly twice your size, all shrunk within themselves as your sharp tone pierced through them all. He stood in the doorway with a curious gaze, head tilted ever so slightly as he made sure to keep quiet so not to notify you of his presence.

Mikey took note of your hip popped outward, balled fist rested upon it in the stance he knew all too well whenever you were on your last nerve. Knowing what those idiots did, someone was bound to stumble outta there in tears; your fury wasn’t for the weak.

You eyed the group with raised brows, expectant. “Well?”

One member was brave, or stupid enough to actually answer. He hesitated, but cleared his throat and replied, “I-It was an honest mistake…we thought the product was secured in the truck already when we made the exchange, b-but-”

“B-B—Bullshit. You were given specific instructions to check the inventory to make sure those smarmy assholes weren’t trying pull a fast one, and you were too careless to do a full sweep. You failed abortions not only made Bonten look like complete amateurs, but you added more nonsense for my man to deal with all because you didn’t check the back of the goddamn trucks!”

You flung the clipboard you were holding at the guy’s head, making them all duck around to avoid getting hit, only one unlucky sucker wasn’t as quick as the wooden projectile got him right in the nose. He yelped, no doubt it was broken with the sheer amount of force you put in the throw. Mikey barely flinched, but he did blink a few times in astonishment.

“You’re gonna hunt those fuckers down like dogs and make right of your ‘mistake’ by the end of today, or I’m gonna have Sanzu chop you into pieces and throw you in the Shinano River-!” Mikey cleared his throat.

You swiftly looked over your shoulder at the noise, mood doing a complete 180 when you locked eyes with the object of your affection, skittering over to wrap him in your arms. “Oh! Jiro, baby, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“‘s okay..” he leaned into your warmth, eyes hooded as he graced you with a faint, sleepy grin. “Didn’t want to interrupt your.. meeting. Seemed serious.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just doing a little ‘housekeeping’ until you got enough rest, that’s all.”

He slowly nodded, lips pursed. “Could’ve sworn I pay good money for people to do that for me.”

“You do, but I was already here. Figured it was more productive to handle it myself rather than waste time looking for someone available. Besides, had to make sure you didn’t try to sneak your narrow butt back in here to continue working—We both know I’m the only one around here who can keep you in check.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Mm.. can’t say you don’t fill the role of boss rather nicely. It suits you. Should have you do it more often.”

Though you were sure he was teasing you, you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow warm at his praise. You lightly hit his arm, bashful. How this was the same woman who struck fear in a room full of criminals was beyond comprehension, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Speaking of which.. Mikey couldn’t help but notice the said group of subordinates silently begging for him to reconsider in his peripheral, hands clasped in prayer while the one with the busted nose bowed deeply to the floor, forehead to hardwood. It was as if the idea of you being in charge any longer brought them great despair. How interesting.

Huffing through his nose, Mikey placed a loving kiss on your forehead whilst eyeing the group behind majority of his stress for the day, void of any remorse as he coldly spoke.

“Matter of fact.. think ‘m still feeling a little tired, angel. How about you handle another hour f’me? Or two?”

The silence was deafening as the dual-color eyed man avoided looking at you while you stitched him up without a word. When you were greeted by a bleeding KAKUCHO at your doorstep a little past midnight, pale in the face and could barely stand, there were no questions asked as you quickly escorted him into your home, setting him gently on the couch before you sprung for your first aid in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he could say in that moment, feeling like a complete moron for even showing up looking like he fled a crime scene which he kinda did but that’s besides the point. Your relationship was still in the budding phase, just starting to get a feel of one another as you tested the waters.

Well, consider the waters tested.

“You’re not really an undercover cop, are you?”

Kakucho gulped. He slowly shook his head, eyes trained on his lap while yours felt like they were burning holes right through him. You nodded as you continued carefully stitching him up. It wasn’t the best, but it would hold him over until he got proper medical attention. At first, he figured that would be all you said to him. But, when you completed dressing the wound, you asked a follow up question. “It’s something illegal, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, his strained grip on his pant leg enough response. Kakucho half expected you to berate him, curse him for potentially endangering your life, for lying.

“.. forgive me..” he croaked, bowing his head.

He felt sick to his stomach, he couldn’t bear the thought of you despising him, but he’d honor your wishes without protest if you never wanted to see him again…

However, what he didn’t expect was for you cup the sides of his face and bring his wavering gaze to your soft one. You smiled endearingly at the bewilderment that overcame his ashamed expression, him blinking at you widely with tears hanging onto his lashes like a wounded puppy. Your thumb ghosted over the tiny droplets, careful not to aggravate the bruise forming around the socket.

Leaning forward to shower him with tender kisses, Kakucho was at a crossroad—One side wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of goo, but the other refused to believe that he wasn’t hallucinating, waiting for the sick twisted punchline of this dream come true. Feeling him still so tense in your hold, you leaned back with your smile still present.

“This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Hitto.”

Kakucho blinked. Then, he meekly replied. “W-what?”

You coyly tilted your head, “To be honest, I always figured there was something…off about you. Like, you were holding something back. My first guess was that you were seeing other women-”

“Never.” His eyes switched from uncertain to stern in a matter of seconds, as if the implication alone repulsed him. He softened once you giggled at his declaration, patting his leg in reassurance.

“I know. You’re much too sweet to be a player. I pondered over it for a while, thought back to how we usually met up late at night, or you would have to leave at odd times. My second guess was your work just kept you really busy.. and after tonight.. after all of this,” you gestured at the blood stains everywhere, “safe to say I was on the right track.”

Kakucho hesitated. “And that doesn’t…put you off?”

“That you’re a thug?” He winced, but nodded. The silence that followed behind was borderline suffocating, leaving his hands sweaty and nerves shot as he anticipated your response with baited breath. But, he didn’t need to worry.

With a loving coo, you placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, right over the split in his lip causing him to flinch slightly at the sting, but he welcomed the affection all the same. However, when your warm tongue peeked out to soothe the cut in slow, teasing swipes, homie nearly choked.

Kaku’s jaw fluttered open as a soft gasp escaped him next, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant as he felt his entire face heat up like a furnace. Your sudden proximity forced him back on the couch while you slid down to the floor betwixt his spread legs, making his head spin; this wasn’t going like how he thought it would at all. Being careful of his stitches, your arms rested on either side of him as your tongue explored his mouth, making him groan softly at the feeling of the wet muscle tangling around his so earnestly, hand reaching up instinctively to caress the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. His other hand held your waist, gripping your shirt as if he couldn’t believe you were there—That you wanted to stay.

The ravenette’s breath hitched when he felt one of your hands trailing up his thigh, slowly but surely making your way to his stiffening cock confined in his pants. Slightly startled, Kakucho pulled back from the heated kiss, a string of saliva still keeping you connected as you panted in each other’s mouths. Before he could question what you were up to, he cuts himself off with a whimper when you palmed his thick shaft while maintaining intense eye contact, a smile on your face as you sent the gangster into paradise when you sweetly whispered:

“Always wanted to be a ride or die.”

It was as if someone pushed him into an alternate dimension.

Not even moments ago, you were showing SANZU a cute tiktok of a kitten wrapped up like a burrito and mewing dramatically, nearly tearing up at the sight as you tugged on his arm and pleaded for him to buy you one just like it. Having bought out the entire evening in one of Tokyo’s most exclusive five star restaurants for your anniversary, Sanzu figured it’d be nothing more than a simple night with his lovely wife. Man’s must’ve forgot who he was.

When those fools tried an ambush on him, Sanzu was more than happy dealing with them quickly by just airing them out until his gun was empty. Although, as he went reaching for it, imagine his shock when you held his wrist to stop him. You had a different sentiment.

It was like a scene out of one of his most crazed fantasies. His lovely wife, holding his beloved katana to an enemy’s throat, covered in the blood of his comrades as he sobbed pathetically for you to spare him. As if Beatrix Kiddo entered the chat, you sliced into them with a swiftness, shredding through them all like paper; a dinner and a show. He wasn’t sure when you learned how to wield the weapon with such grace and precision, but he couldn’t care less when his pants were this fucking tight. But he couldn’t let you have all the fun, watching your six any time a goon tried to get the jump on you while your back was turned, Sanzu was quick to bust a cap right between their eyes. After spilling gallons of blood from the opposition, leaving one still standing, you decided to play with him a little bit.

“P-Please! I-if you let me go, you’ll never see my face again, I-I swear! I was just..just following orders, I-”

“Oh, c’mon, where’s your conviction from earlier, huh? You were so confident before I minced all your friends. What was it you said you’d do to me once you killed my husband? Can’t seem to put my finger on it…Haru, darling, do you recall?”

Sanzu, with his chin placed atop his interlocked fingers like a smitten fool, smoothly answered, “Said he’d ‘Fuck you raw on top of my corpse’.”

You winked. “Bingo. Thank you, handsome.”

“Welcome, gorgeous.”

The sniveling man yipped when the blade nicked his skin, a thin stream of blood flowing in its wake as you pressed it closer to his throat. His heart rate paced like a rabbit caught in a trap, nostrils flaring as he breathed sporadically while his life laid in the palm of your hand.

“Guess that didn’t go according to plan, aw.” You sardonically cooed, spurring on a bit of rage as he gritted out a dry ‘Fuck you’ in his final efforts of showing dominance. “Oo, there’s that passion we were missing!~ Let’s see how much more I can carve outta yo-”

Hearing the sound of faint sirens in the distance, Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance. With a grumble the pinkette popped a piece of his steak in his mouth and spoke between chews as he cocked his gun, “Alright, [_____], playtime’s over. We gotta haul ass.”

You pouted. “But, we didn’t get to fuck on top of his corpse...”

Sanzu swallowed, hard. He couldn’t help but internally groan with desire at your innocent display of vulgarity, tempted to take you up on that offer, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be involved in a standoff with the cops. You’ve proven you can handle yourself very well, a lot more than he realized that’s for sure, but you were still his precious baby at the end of the day.

Better to keep you out of danger than thrust you in more of it, no matter how much the thought excited him.

“Next time, pretty baby.”

You huffed. “Fine.”

Without hesitation, you strummed the man’s throat like a cello, the katana tearing through the skin with ease. The symphony of gurgles that escaped him sent shivers down Sanzu’s spine as he watched in manic glee as the man choked on his own blood. You never looked more stunning covered in red and holding his blade like it belonged in your hand, he wanted nothing more than to ravish you on the spot, but as the sirens drew near he tamed his urges just this once. You took his extended hand gratefully, swaying them as you both rushed for the restaurant’s back exit.

Once outside, while he scoped out the area for any cops patrolling, you nudged him. When he turned to see you beaming at him whilst blood stained your face, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“You’re getting me a kitten to make up for this, right, Haru?”

He raised a brow, but exhaled a chuckle. “Sweetheart. Show off that violent side of yours more often, and you can have as many as you want.”

“You good, ma?” A delightful shiver ran down your spine and straight to your pussy.

That was always the visceral response your body had whenever RINDOU spoke, especially low and intimately in your ear. From either gently waking you first thing in the morning, or to secretly shit-talk in crowed areas, it was his go-to method to getting your attention effortlessly. A dangerous method, one that was about to make you act up in front of all these important clients, decorum be damned.

“I am now,” you purred, falling back into his embrace as strong arms came vining around your waist. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gently swayed you both to the rhythm of the soft jazz playing over the speakers of the ballroom.

“Missed me that bad, huh.” You nodded with a slight pout, turning in his hold to stare up longingly into his eyes. They were lidded, heady. Another dangerous method of your husband’s that made you weak in the knees—his undivided attention. “Bored?”

“So fucking bored,” you whined, tugging on his lapels. “These things are always such a drab..”

Rindou hummed, hands slowly slipping down from your waist to hold your hips. You tensed slightly, not even bothering to mask the second shiver it caused. His grin turned sharp in response, head tilting. “Ya sure that’s what has you so out of it?”

You tilted yours, confused. He continued, “You’re not as subtle as you think you are. You’ve been eye-fucking me for the past ten minutes. Came over to make sure you weren’t dripping all over the damn floor—”

“Shut up,” you jabbed him in the side, face boiling. Rindou barely flinched, squeezing your hips as he snickered cheekily at your embarrassment. “You’re so irking...”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. If you knew I was horny, I could’ve been folded on my back ten minutes ago.”

“Hm, almost as if I was doing something important, like…” he trailed off, making you squint and almost jab him again until he grabbed your hand in the last second, bringing it to his chest with a smug grin, “working.”

You huffed, “I’m important too…do me.”

Rindou snorted, but brought your hand up to gently kiss the inside of your wrist with a tender look in his eyes. “‘course you are, baby. Didn’t know it would go for this long, ‘m sorry.”

“Then, how ‘bout you and I take a little…smoke break,” you suggested, hopeful; desperate. However, it’s futile when your husband clicks his tongue.

“No can do. Kakucho’s still not over the last time we took a ‘smoke break’ together.”

“He’s not? Seriously? We weren’t even gone for that long!”

He raised a brow. “[______]. The check made it back to the table before we did.”

You groaned, exasperated as you wiggled around in his hold. Rindou merely watched in mirth, not even phased as he let you finish your tiny tantrum. He teasingly cooed, “I know, I know. Poor thing can’t go a day without something plugging up her slutty little hole.”

“Shut up..!” You shrunk into his chest to hide away from the sultry words spoken directly in your ear, thighs clenching together as his deep chuckle came soon after.

Rindou was very much aware of your voice kink. It filled his ego to the brim with how needy you were, crumbling anytime he so much as spoke to you in a certain way. There’s nothing he wanted more than to ditch and bury himself in your thighs, giving it to you however you wished, for as long as you wished, whispering praises to you with a sprinkle of degradation in there to keep you craving for more of his soothing voice. But, unless he wanted his nuts handed to him on a silver platter by his stickler of a superior, you were just gonna have to wait.

And he knew how much you hated doing that.

“Ten minutes.”

He sighed. “[_____]…”

“Five minutes?”

“We can’t-“

“A minute, god, I don’t even have to finish, Rin, please.” You whined in his ear, forcing him to close his eyes as a means to strengthen his resolve. It didn’t do much help when your arms wrapped around his neck to gently rake your manicured nails against the nape, your thigh deliberately rubbing up against the growing erection confined in his dress pants. The tables had turned with a shiver now running down his spine, mind turning to mush as common sense slowly sunk into his dick. Maybe…sparing just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.

Even though the lavender-haired gangster couldn’t see your face, he was certain you were grinning victoriously at the sound of his resolve breaking instantly, the slow exhale through his nose being all the confirmation necessary. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who was needy.

Swallowing down a groan, he hissed through clenched teeth, “You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?”

Giggling, you were already leading him toward the nearest exit, swiftly evading the eyes of his coworkers, satisfied that you were getting exactly what you wanted in the end.

“Better me than Kaku.”

“Like I’ve already explained to you, Officer. My husband’s been here all day. Dunno if you’ve noticed, but he can’t exactly afford to leave my side for more than ten minuets let alone an entire evening.”

Despite gesturing to your swollen stomach and the small child shyly peering from behind your leg, the cop still fixed you with a skeptical look. You did your best to remain unnerved, providing comfort for not only your son but yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair. Apparently, there had been a shootout that happened in the streets of Tokyo, and apparently a witness was able to describe one of the shooters…

Henceforth, the unexpected visit from law enforcement. Again.

“Mhm. And, may I ask, where exactly your husband is now? Surely if he’s been tending to his pregnant wife, he wouldn’t have her answering the front door.” He raised an eyebrow, wry grin stretched across his face.

You worked your jaw, annoyed. “In the shower.”

“How convenient. Washing off the blood, I assume?”

“You can assume whatever you want, it doesn’t change my answer. He’s been here, with us. Whoever said they saw him was mistaken. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got mouths to feed. Have an evening, Officer.”

“Now, hold on—”

Without an ounce of hesitation, or care, you slammed the door in his smug little face. And just like that…blissful silence. A grand weight lifted off your shoulders at the disgruntled sound of the pig’s flat-footed steps exiting out of your day. Releasing a slow exhale, your son took it upon himself to blow a raspberry at the closed door, having worked up the courage to mock the officer now that he was out of sight.

You grinned as you ruffled his hair, endearingly. “You tell ‘em, baby.”

However, that silence didn’t last long as RAN made himself known now that the coast was clear. Having hid around the corner in case things escalated, he too released an exhale, easy grin spreading across his face. Though your child was happy to see him, racing to cling onto his long legs, you merely glared in disapproval. Based off his appearance alone, disheveled and glistening with sweat, you wished your fib from earlier was true; he needed a shower.

“[S/n], don’t touch daddy right now…he stinks.”

Though a bit childish in your phrasing, Ran was well aware it held an underlying meaning, a chill running down his spine under your harsh scrutiny. He cleared his throat, somewhat nervous, as he searched his brain for honeyed words that would soothe your soreness toward him. And he laid it on thick.

“That’s ‘cause Daddy had to run the rest of the way home to make sure his babies were safe,” he leaned down to scoop up the clinging child, lightly tickling at his stomach poking out from under his pajama shirt to receive more joyous squeals. “But, Mommy scared away the big, mean police man all on her own, didn’t she?”

“Yea!” [S/n] squeaked, bright laugh bouncing off the walls as he wiggled around eagerly. You felt the corner of your lip twitch upward at the sight, but you pursed your lips to hide the impending smile—Ran noticed. He always did.

“Yeah.. we’re real lucky to have someone as wonderful as her to watch our backs whenever we’re in trouble.. right, mama?”

Your glare still remained, though not as harsh compared to moments ago. Despite the mirth swirling in his lavender gaze, you took note of something else hiding within. Something more raw, more vulnerable.

Remorse.

Ran didn’t like getting you caught up in his business. He did everything he could to ensure that none of you were ever exposed to the ugly parts of his life. Tonight, he was sloppy. He fucked up, and he knew that. The second shit hit the fan, his only priority was his family… You had every right to be livid with him, having both your son and a pregnancy to deal with virtually on your own, while also covering his ass from prying cops itching to nail him to the wall…It’s a miracle how you haven’t packed up and left him yet…

And he thanks his lucky stars that you haven’t.

With another deep exhale, you rubbed your temple. “I don’t know what it is that you do in those streets to cause such an upset, Ran-”

“For the record, tonight wasn’t exactly my fault-”

“-and I don’t care. I just…”

Your exhausted tone was more than enough to shut him up. He felt his throat tighten as he gently bounced your son on his hip to distract his increasing anxiety. The lavender-haired man mentally prepared for your scolding, already set on sleeping in the dog house if that’s what got him in your good graces again…but it doesn’t come. Eyes that were hyper focused on [S/n] fiddling with his loosened tie slowly trailed up at the sound of you huffing in, what he assumed to be, relief.

Waddling over to your boys, you reached up to caress their faces. Instinctively, they nuzzled into your palms, Ran a little more hesitant than your beaming son before reaching out with his free hand to touch your stomach. When your unborn child kicked against it in response, you noticed his shoulders visibly relax. Your thumb gently rubbed under his eye, frowning at the dark circles that formed on the pale skin. He looked solemnly into your eyes, turning his head slightly to kiss the inside of your palm. You sighed once more, eventually granting him a smile in reassurance.

Despite his abnormal lifestyle, and how hectic it could get, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

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[tsukimefuku]

The man who played with fire

After some drinks by yourself and getting frustrated with someone, you stupidly knock on Higuruma's door to test a theory.

To vibe: Misery - Maroon 5

Tags: +18 (!!!), WITH PLOT (there is always a plot), Jujutsu Kaisen, SMUT, f!reader, Higuruma x reader, some alcohol consumption,  he's so in love, she's so clueless, reader is being kind of an asshole, oral sex, cunt-locking, penetration, light f!top x m!bottom dynamic, involves some love-triangle classic shenanigans.

WC: 3.4K

Hey, this is actually my first smut piece! Hope you guys enjoy my filth. This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU", a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x f!reader x Higuruma fanfic I'll eventually write (eventually). This is preceded specially by "Kindness and Sunflowers", link here. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  

Disclaimer: they’re NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

Fair warning: I like writing characters being humanely assholes and clueless idiots. Be warned. 

"I can't believe this," you muttered to yourself. You were drinking alone at the bar, and the darkness served to hide your blushed-by-fury face. After what you called The Event, Nanami asked to talk, only to end up lecturing you about the shortcomings of a jujutsu sorcerer's life. As if you didn't know, given all the losses you had experienced over the years, precisely due to Tengen's established Jujutsu Society. "He can't be serious, lecturing me about this shit." Still talking to yourself, like a crazy person, you tried to let your anger go down with five cold pints of beer. It was definitely not working.

Your phone rang, and Nanami's name lit up on your screen, much to your annoyance. You immediately refused the call and flipped the phone down on the table, feeling all your rage bubbling up from the darkest depths of hell. You needed a release, any kind of release — an exorcism, most likely.

Or, you could try something else.

Peering around the bar, you started looking for someone that you could consider even remotely interesting — but no one, nothing, nada. Given this was a Tuesday night, there were only you and some monotonous people scattered around the murky lighting, encompassed by the noise of a few clicking glasses. 

That was when your phone started to rumble to the sound of some text messages, and you grabbed it ready to pitch the phone across the vicinity, believing it was Nanami again. But, much to your surprise, it was actually Higuruma texting you. You were so angry that you had completely forgotten to talk to him today.

He was basically asking how you were, given that you hadn't texted back since yesterday, and you were both chatting on a daily basis for weeks by this point.

That was when you had a greatly horrible (or horribly great?) idea. After all, how could a decision made under the influence, at night, while angry at someone you knew you had feelings for, be bad? This is fine.

"Are you busy right now?" You sent him, feeling the beer breeze warmly through your nostrils every time you exhaled. You have a crush on him, but that's it, this is fine. And oh, you did. Ever since you dropped him off in his apartment the night he was freed from Jujutsu High's headquarters, you knew that there was definitely something stirring up — at least from your end. Higuruma was drunk, he didn't make a move, and could just have been kind of clingy, to be honest, so you decided to let it go for the time being. Every time you got a little too excited to meet or talk to him recently, you reminded yourself very sternly you weren't a schoolgirl.

But you wouldn't let it go today, because today, you really wanted to know.

"Nothing, really. I just got home." Higuruma promptly answered.

"Can I come over?" You texted back, and locked your screen right after, instantly anxious and eager at the same time. What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I thinking? What am I doing? This can't be a good ide-

"Of course, I'd be delighted." He replied. "And then you could actually see the sunflower is doing very well, in spite of me."

You left the money on the counter and ran off, shushing your thoughts out loud.

***

This was a terrible idea, but I think I can just hang out for an hour, make small talk and then leave, you started to negotiate mentally with yourself right after the three knocks on the door gave some sanity back to your brain. 

However, after Higuruma opened the door and cocked his head to lean it against the door frame, you knew you were completely doomed. He had the top of his white shirt unbuttoned, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and his sleeves were rolled up enough for you to see his beautifully defined forearms. His hair had the perfect messy-I-just-got-home look to it, and you instantly wanted to drive your hands through his pitch black locks. 

Oh shit, you thought to yourself, feeling something stir up in your body — and it surely wasn't anger.

It must have been a moment, because he started to look a little puzzled. "Hey, come in." Higuruma said, as if he was repeating himself. Did you not hear him the first time he invited you in? 

"Of course. Thank you." You replied, looking down and hushing yourself inside his apartment. You could feel your face burning, and imagined how much of an idiot you were being right now for ever believing this could go anything but wrong.

"Are you okay? You seem out of sorts." He pointed out, closing the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? I got some beer from the convenience store, and there might be water somewhere in the kitchen."

"I'm fine, I just ran here to get some cardio." You clumsily replied, sitting on the couch. "I came from the bar, actually. Already drank some beers. No need."

Higuruma huffed out a soft chuckle, still a little confused, but now intent on prying. "You're not helping your case. You mean to say that you, a jujutsu sorcerer that exercises heavily, decided to get some cardio done while walking under the influence, from a bar, at night, to meet me?"

"Yes. That's what I meant. Quit prying." You responded, not knowing what the hell else you could say. Tell him that you came rushing just so you wouldn't have the time for second guessing on having s- no, you wouldn't do that.

"Hm." He hummed to himself, grabbing a can and sitting beside you, bouncing the sofa slightly. "I mean, I'm always happy to have you come over, but the only time you came here was to bring me drunk from a bender. And to get me flowers."

"Get you a sunflower, because yours had died." You corrected.

"Precisely, a sunflower." Higuruma replied, taking a sip from his beer. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to see you." You said, earnestly. And deep down, it was true, if only half of it.

Higuruma immediately seemed content, even if he only had a small smile to show for it on his face. "Oh."

You were both silent for a moment.

"I never got to repay you for your kindness that day." He said, out of the blue, taking you by surprise.

"It was nothing." You said, shrugging. "I just got you home and gave you a flower."

"Oh, if I remember correctly…" He began.

"Do you remember anything?" You asked, mockingly.

He looked at you, slightly grinning, and continued. "You had to blow up my lock to bust us in. In some places, that would be considered a felony."

"You're saying I could get arrested for busting into a home while I'm with the man that lives there?"

"You also used explosives and damaged the door, let's not forget that." Higuruma said in a mix of playful and matter-of-factly.

"I couldn't ask, because you were completely wasted! Just getting your address was a pain in the ass."

He chuckled. "Was it?"

"Yes, it was." You replied, more relaxed, thanks to coming back to your old banter. This came for the both of you so naturally that you barely realized Higuruma had rested his arm on the sofa right behind you, leaning closer. "Higuruma, why did you drink so much that night?"

That question surprised him, as you could deduct from his eyes widening lightly. He put his beer can on the coffee table and ran his fingers through his hair, inhaling deeply. "I don't know. I guess-" he stuttered for a moment. "I guess I was just nervous to be out again, finally and properly going for a drink with..." his last word lingered on the air, as he unconsciously looked at your eyes, and then your lips, "with you all."

"Do you remember what you said when we got here?" You asked, shamelessly staring at his lips too.

"I believe I said, 'you are too kind'." Higuruma leaned over even further, and you felt his entire body go rigid for a second as you drifted closer to him, heat crawling all over your skin, putting your forehead to his. After some seconds, he rested the palm of his hand over your knee, and from how needy you felt for that man at that particular moment, even such a small thing was enough to make you trip over to the other side.

You immediately crushed your lips to his, putting your hands behind his head. You kissed him eagerly, letting out an extremely faint moan as you drove your fingers over his hair — he tasted like beer, his worn off cologne from the day was completely intoxicating, and you found yourself nearly lunging at the man like a starved animal. Realizing what just happened, you pulled back, starting to apologize, eyes wide and face completely flustered. "Higuruma, I'm so sor-"

Your apologies were cut short with his own lips now clashing into yours in a passionate kiss, as he pushed you under his weight to lay on the couch, his fingers interlocking in your hair strands from the back of your head. His hips effortlessly slid in between your legs as your hands made their way to brush his shoulders, and you let out another moan against his lips, this time much louder, thanks to the dry pressure of his now bulging pants against your clothed core. Higuruma groaned satisfied in response, tracing the outline of your mouth with the tip of his tongue. Your mind was becoming hazy, and he parted from your lips for a moment to gaze at your face. His eyes were locked on you, studying every feature and investigating for any sign of discomfort or second thoughts.

You caught up on that and made your way inside his slightly open mouth with your own tongue, intertwining it with his in between gasps and huffs. Now you separated just enough to breathlessly say, "Bed. Now."

You gasped against his mouth, before holding yourself throwing your arms behind his neck and locking your legs on his waist, grinding on him. He moaned loudly at this stimulation, before smiling sheepishly and putting both of his hands on the back of your thighs for support, knowing full well you meant for him to carry the both of you into the bedroom.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied, propping the both up and then lifting from the couch. Higuruma pressed open-mouthed kisses all around the nape of your neck, as he walked towards a dark room, parting his hands from you just to switch the light on. "I want to see you," he said, breathing heavily against your skin, as he threw you on the bed, climbing on top, one hand to each side of your head as he stared at you with a lustful look in his eyes. You instantly pulled his loosened tie to kiss him again, and he lost balance, basically falling with his body over yours. You whimpered at the feeling of having his now full-blown clothed erection grinding against your core, and involuntarily opened your legs to accommodate his hips over yours.

Higuruma started to take off his tie and shirt, and you followed suit, removing your top and bra. He basked on the sight of you, and cupped both of your breasts in his hands. His digits felt rough, and frictioned just the right amount against you, as he squeezed both of them, satisfied and reverent. His hands started traveling down your figure, contouring every curve, hill, and valley of your body, reaching the edge of your pants. "May I?" He asked, his face lightly blushed as he awaited your response. You nodded, and he promptly unzipped you, pulling your pants and panties down, the slight stimulation from the fabric sliding over your legs being enough to make you mewl with satisfaction. Every nerve in you was incandescent with absolute hunger for him.

You opened your legs, and he could see you were already completely wet from arousal. Letting out an audible satisfied moan, Higuruma began tracing your belly with his mouth, planting long kisses as he went down, leaving a trail of heat wherever his lips touched. As he got near your core, he kissed one last time one of your thighs, and sniffed on your folds. You smelled sinfully sweet, and he made no effort to hold back his eyes fluttering shut with pure bliss. "Could I, please?"

This was his prayer, the bed was his altar and he was determined to worship you.

Without a word, you simply grabbed the top of his hair and drove his mouth in between your legs, whimpering and mewling as his tongue started to rub against your clit. His chin would grind forward on your entrance whenever he changed the angle, and you involuntarily pushed yourself down when that happened. He noticed it, and slid his tongue inside you, eliciting a loud moan in response, with your walls clenching around it. He groaned back in appreciation, and his husky, low voice reverberated throughout your entire being. You arched your back, beginning to feel that familiar heat and fire pooling on your lower stomach.

"H-Higuruma... I-" You sighed, in between mewls and moans.

He immediately stopped and brought his face up to look at you. You let out a complaint sound, glaring at him to ask why he stopped.

"My dear, I'm literally with my face in between your legs, eating you out." He said, unfazed by your annoyance. "We're way past last names. Call me Hiromi."

Incredulous, you let out a mixture of a chuckle and a scoff, having the top inside of you wiggling its way out to the surface. You grabbed his hair strongly, and he cinched his eyebrows, cock twitching inside his pants, as the corner of his lips formed an open-mouthed smile. His eyes were softly resting on you, and he wouldn't mind if your naked, flushed body was the last thing he saw before he died.

"Shut up." You said, grinding your pussy against his mouth, and locking his head to your core with your legs tightly holding around him. Higuruma proceeded more eager than before, lapping at your clit relentlessly with his tongue, alternating with sucks that were having you seeing stars. He was absolutely pussy drunk with the heavenly taste of you and had, at this moment, relinquished any control, as he let you face fuck him chasing your release.

The heat came back again, and you closed your eyes, sinking the back of your head on a pillow. Waves were starting to form, and your orgasm hit you like the crashing water against the shore. You began to tremble and vibrate, coming hard in his mouth, and Higuruma feverishly drank you up, completely hypnotized with how amazing you tasted and felt, falling apart under his ministrations. 

Letting you finish riding your high, licking gently on your overstimulated core, he waited until you were barely moving before removing his own pants and climbing his way back on top of you. As he got close enough to your face, you looked at him, completely flustered and debauched, resting the palm of your hand on his cheek. "Higuruma, I want you inside of me." His tongue, albeit magnificent, just wasn't enough, and you could feel the same anticipation and neediness coiling in your stomach again, as the tip of his cock rested on your entrance.

He looked at you and grunted, displeased. "Hiromi." Higuruma reached to the bedside table and pulled a condom. The movement had him rubbing his throbbing length, already leaking with pre-cum, right against you, forcing him to let out a strained groan.

You gasped at the sensation and chuckled at his annoyance right after, suddenly locking his hips in between your legs, rolling you both so that you would be on top of him. "We'll see, if you ask nicely." You replied, locking him in between your arms, hovering. Higuruma's eyes instantly softened, and his cheeks took a pinkish-red tint. "You're bossy." He said, turning his head towards your wrist and planting a chaste kiss on it, lingering with his lips for a moment on your skin. "I like it."

You smiled, more pleased than you'd like to admit it, because the both of you fit so well it was astonishing. You never thought it would be happening like this, and for a moment, it felt so right you wished you could be here forever. But nothing that good ever lasts long enough.

Grabbing the condom from him with one hand, you motioned the other to grab his neglected cock. As your fingers grasped around his length, Higuruma let out a satisfied and urgent moan, slowly arching himself under your touch. The sight of him completely pliable to your will had you fluttering, as you began to rub your hands up and down, pumping his girth to pleasure him. Higuruma plastered his palms over the plush of your thighs, and groaned your last name, holding out on some kind of desperation. 

"'Way past last names', huh?" You scoffed, playfully, starting to slide the condom over his cock before he could hit you with any witty comeback. After, you positioned yourself above him, holding his length against your entrance, and started to slowly descend over it, feeling it thrust in you to the brim, stretching your walls as he bottomed out. You both let out a gasp, now connected, and you waited a moment to adapt and take all of him in.

"Come here." You said, pulling on his shoulder for him to sit up, so that you could feel and touch every inch of him. He obliged, and sat up, immediately driving his mouth to kiss your neck insistently, brushing the tip of his tongue on the edge of your jaw. Higuruma began to rock his hips, and you did the same, each in the opposite direction, so that his cock would slide in and out of your pussy easily.

You moaned against his scalp, and he held his hands to the small of your waist, leaning you backwards to suck on your breasts. The moment his mouth latched onto one breast, he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, eliciting loud moans and mewls from you. You had your head dangling back, as he began to thrust into you quicker and harder. He slid the hand previously on your waist to the back of your neck, and pulled you in for a kiss, taunting your mouth with his tongue. You opened it, and both your tongues intertwined, as he, now, chased his own release, panting and groaning into your lips. You weren't so far off, feeling the familiar coil tightening in your abdomen, yearning for release.

"Higu-"

"Hiromi, please. P-please... Please..." He implored and begged, kissing desperately your jawline. You lowered your gaze and met his eyes softer and more tender than you had ever seen, so urgently pleading for you to let him in, give him this inch of intimacy, and that was the moment you caved. You pressed your forehead against his, and started to cry out his name. "Hiromi... H-Hiromi..."

Letting out moans and groans in between the squelching from your juices, he pulled you impossibly close, eyes piercing and locked onto yours. This was the moment you felt more naked, bare and vulnerable the entire night, and the coil that had formed in your belly snapped, sending waves of pure pleasure from the tip of your head to your toes. Feeling your gummy walls clenching all around him, Higuruma also hit his orgasm intensely, thrusting into you fervently to ride off his high. He stopped slowly, ready to crumble underneath you at any moment.

"Hiromi-" You said, brushing your lips against his cheek, then under his ear. "Hiromi, Hiromi, Hi-ro-mi. Happy? Just for tonight, though."

Higuruma chuckled soulfully, realizing how much he absolutely loved the sound of his name on your tongue, purred through your whispered voice, reverberating on his flushed, sensitive skin. It made his body quiver and tremble with pure satisfaction. 

It was right there, at that moment, with his heart fluttering while you leaned back to gaze at him, stroking his hair strands between your fingers with a gentle smile, that he realized just how fucked he actually was.

Sighing softly and smiling back, Higuruma pushed his lips against yours. He knew that by playing with fire, he was bound to get burned, eventually — and burned he was.

[michellemisfit]

Shameless Fandom Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag my love @darlingian 💚

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

What haven’t I read more than once? I have 350+ open tabs and yet, here I am, re-reading @loftec’s None The Wiser. AGAIN. Because it makes me happy, and what is fandom about, if not making you happy? Other things that make me happy: Two of Your Earth Minutes by @the-rat-wins, The Menagerie & Twenty Strangers & On Top by @crossmydna, Cooperative Gameplay & Like Real People Do by Gray, An Exception to the Rule by @gallawitchxx, Weaver of Fate by Ravenheart, Life or Something by @palepinkgoat, The Garden Song duology by @gardenerian, Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl, let the bodies do the talking by @captainjowl, basically anything that @sam-loves-seb has ever written!!! Also anything by @crestfallercanyon who has been completely blowing me away. And like, a million more!!!

I also still merrily re-read stuff from the Merlin fandom and the Shadowhunters fandom, so if that’s of interest to you, hit me up and I will link you to several excessively long rec lists on the @f-f-podcast website, complete with accompanying podcasts!

All I’m saying is: RE-READING IS LOVE!!!

(Also I formatted this on my phone so hopes and prayers that all of these links are correct!!)

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

‘Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out’ into Club Kiss. It is genuinely one of the cleverest things I’ve ever seen!!

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

Mickey going along to Ian’s therapy session, on Ian’s request, and eventually deciding that he’s going to give this therapy thing a go himself.

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I am utterly in love with @deedala’s style and Smokey Mickey and Gardening Joy always make me smile. I also absolutely adore @gallawitchxx’s style and wish I could be that bold and succinct in my own art.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I’ve been thinking about Ian & Mickey shot gunning for like… a year now 🤦

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

Currently discussing every episode of Shameless over on @f-f-podcast so basically discovering new things every week! Check it out if podcasts are your jam <3

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

There can never be too many coffee shop AUs, right? Not an underrated trope, but surprisingly underrepresented in this fandom 😭

What’s your favourite season?

Autumn! haha

Honestly, I’ll tell you when we’re done with South Side Rules, as we’re rating every episode, but we’re also rating each season overall so… watch this space in 2025!

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

Urgh. Don’t. Yikes… Yevgeny. Mandy. Fiona. Everyone else on Shameless who disappeared and then was never spoken of again. Like… what the heck? You don’t need to get the actors back. Just get the other characters to mention them, so I don’t feel like the writers forgot they existed! Also don’t give me Dichen Lichman and then just take her away!!! 😭

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

Every time Mickey has to say the end of his sentence directly into Ian’s mouth because Ian can’t wait the extra 3 seconds to let him finish, he needs his lips on that boy’s mouth NOW! They’re so precious and horny and I love that for them!

What line/dialogue/description from something else do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

90% of Richard Siken’s poems

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

They’ll be deliriously happy forever and ever and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them. It’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day.

[sentijazz]

Sentijazz fake marriage AU where Jazz and Sentinel are forced to pose as a married couple from Harmonix on Caminus to collect information about Nautica - a scientist who is rumored to have ties to the Decepticon Brainstorm. Surprise, surprise, both of them get a bit too into it. Jazz falls in love first, but Sentinel falls in love the deepest.

took me too long to get to this my bad but OHOhoho now this is tasty interesting 👀 I’m shoving this in my mouth and RUNNING with it. Idk much about the lore behind the places or other people mentioned so forgive me if my additions are too out of character🙏

Sentinel Prime hears the smallest hint of a Decepticon roaming around freely and he immediately decides he needs to see to their arrest personally. Jazz thinks it’s not that big of a deal. But of course once Sentinel sets his sights on something it’s gonna take a miracle to make him back down. So Jazz tags along on the mission to do his part in assisting/mediating. And because he likes SP’s dumbass but shh 🤫 (more under the cut)

For some reason the mission gets approved? I guess Ultra Magnus is still playing favorites. Though it’s not going to be a simple trip to the planet and slap a pair of stasis cuffs on the perp. Planet Caminus has crazy high security that would make Red Alert feel at ease. In order to be granted access to go to the planet, Sentinel and Jazz need to go undercover.

1) Fake backgrounds saying they were forged on Harmonix, a planet colony with policies aligning with Caminus’.

2) Pretend to be Conjunx Enduras on a getaway vacation.

The two are… Baffled to say the least. Sentinel argues for a different cover story because- what the frag?! Jazz back him up though only with half a spark. Because in reality the cool cyberninja already has feelings for his superior. He’s kept it wrapped up nice and secret for a long time. It’s easier to go with the flow if he doesn’t rock the boat with a confession.

Eventually the two are stuck with that cover story and wind up in a little get away home on Caminus. Yay! And since the people here are very social the two are dragged to a lot of gatherings, hangouts, events, etc. Which means they need to play into the whole‘pretend to be conjunxes’ shtick.

Jazz unsurprisingly does it quite naturally! He likes to tease Sentinel, do acts of service here and there without even being asked, and when opportunity arises he’s there to ease the prime’s anxiety/doubt… Apart from the minimal PDA that they agreed upon, Jazz doesn’t act differently from his regular self.

Sentinel is both comforted by the familiarity and unsure whether people will buy it. So whenever (he musters up the courage) he feels like it, he puts in the effort to really make it look like they’re a couple. Anytime he has to reference Jazz he says, “my conjunx” or, “my partner” or even, “my Jazz”

Basically what I’m getting at is that them acting like a couple isn’t hard. And this makes Sentinel start to Question™️ some things. He’s looking at Jazz more. Thinking about his likes/dislikes. Trying to get more involved in the guy’s hobbies— “No I’m not interested in what you do in your free time! It’s just better for our act. People will get weird if I don’t know anything about my own conjunx.”

SP is stupid but that’s ok cuz Jazz is moronsexual <3 slow burn… Especially the burn part 👀

In the beginning Jazz was really digging playing fake conjunx enduras. He’s been crushing on Sentinel and this is like the best way to let out these bottled up feelings without having to admit anything. But uh oh. Sentinel is actually reciprocating. It’s making his spark heat up like crazy. Jazz has no idea how he’s going to survive when the mission ends and they have to… stop.

Y’know what? Their fake conjunxing might be the trigger for them to conjunx for real. What were the steps? Act of Intimacy, Act of Disclosure, Act of Profference and Act of Devotion.

It would be quite thematic if Jazz enacted the Intimacy, Disclosure, and Profference while Sentinel finishes it with the Devotion. BUT IMAGINE IF IT WAS FLIPPED!

I don’t think the intimacy part is tough for Sentinel because this bitch was feeling up Optimus every chance he got in the show. He’ll be putting hands on shoulders, leaning in close to whisper, throwing an arm over Jazz— THE WORKS!

Act. Of. Devotion. Now this one might be tricky considering how SP is. But let’s not go with the obvious of Sentinel admitting his tragic past with that spider planet. Nah nah let’s get into something more simple and personal that’ll actually build their relationship. Sentinel Prime is putting in sm effort to learn more about Jazz and one day he’s caught off guard about Jazz asking something like, “What do you like to do in your free time?” … Sentinel quickly realizes that he doesn’t have any hobbies or interests outside of work. And this starts to a genuine spark to spark conversation that leads to the two going on dates 💙

Profference? More like no Problem-erence. (sorry) Because Sentinel is in all honesty going to blow up his paycheck on their ‘getaway vacation’ and using the excuse of, “it’s for our cover story.” It might’ve been at first but we all know SP is falling hard n fast.

All that’s left is for Jazz to recognize what’s been going on and finish the conjunx ritus with an Act of Devotion. But before any of that realization could happen their current mission takes an unexpected twist! They finally got a name and face for the Decepticon target and are ready to send in the forces… Just kidding, Jazz is not ready to call an end to their fake arrangement. He stalls as much as he can to plan one last date for him and Sentinel to go on.

The two go on a hike to one of Caminus’ natural wonders. It’s like a little adventure with Sentinel’s favorite energony goodies packed. There’s no public eye for them to pretend to be a couple around yet they enjoy holding hands and flirting anyway. And to top it all off when they get to a nice n secluded park to set up the picnic Jazz gifts him a little something special. Is a personalized mixtape of songs he thought SP might enjoy + songs that reminded him of SP. So that even when the mission comes to a close he hopes that whenever the prime listened to those tunes he can remember all the good times they shared.

To say the least Sentinel is:

but omg before he can say shit guess who awkwardly stumbles upon them? Brainstorm. The Decepticon target they’re been tracking down this whole time— why does he have an autobot insignia? It turns out Brainstorm used to be a ‘con but had a little change of spark and is now vibing out in Caminus doing his fun science :D

Ultra Magnus: Welcome back. I take it things went well?

Sentinel Prime: I’m requesting paid time off.

Ultra Magnus: Good, I’m glad— wait wha?? This is all very sudden. You’ve never requested time off before.

Sentinel Prime: Yeah well I didn’t have a conjunx before so.

Jazz: I thought we were gonna hold out until after the honeymoon.

[world0fmadness]

EVIL APPETITE

vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan x reader

♡ general dating headcanons for ihsahn!

୨୧ i don’t think anyone else wants this but i do so i basically just made it for me lolol! if like, one other person does though that’s cool hehe <3

♡ related hc available here | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: from the castle in the fog by godkiller - maniac by hellhammer

♡ i can see ihsahn being so romantic!

୨୧ not the classy romantic type of course but metalhead romantic <3

♡ picnics in cemeteries, which usually just consists of you two sloppily making out on the blanket set up under a tree with the occasional elderly person passing by and tutting in disgust

୨୧ him gifting you a sizeable knife with both of your initials inside of a heart engraved on the flat side of shiny metal…

♡ y’know, that type of romantic!

୨୧ you LOVE painting his nails for him and he prefers when you paint them for him, you’re just better at doing it than him! your hands are less shaky and you take much more care than he does

♡ you did something once where you painted his nails on one hand as he did the same for you and it was… an experience!

୨୧ you two were constantly giggling between yourselves and telling the other to just sit still, when you guys finally finish you admire your work on ihsahns nails, almost perfect with minimal mess on the skin surrounding the nail

♡ but yours, painted by ihsahn, look pretty bad… like, there’s more nail polish on your skin than on your nails!

୨୧ you don’t get mad though, obviously not! you both just share a laugh at the difference in quality and he jokingly tries to blame you, you’ll really need to teach him how to paint nails better <3

“ fuck! yeah, okay, they’re bad… but it’s your fault! you kept moving, don’t move so much next time ” ( he can barely get the sentence out with how much you guys are laughing at the amount of nail polish is on your skin )

♡ when you and him first started dating, he would always steal your hair tie from your wrist, using it to tie his own hair back…

୨୧ it irritated you SO bad because sometimes you didn’t even feel him take it, you’d just go to tie your own hair back later on and boom, “ where the hell is my hair tie? IHSAHN! ”

♡ it was a simple fix though, you just have two hair ties on your wrist now! one for you and one for him

୨୧ he really likes when you play with his hair too, just the feeling of your nails scratching and massaging his scalp as you lay cuddled up on the couch watching a movie is enough to make him purr like a cat

♡ not to mention when you wash his hair for him? oh my god! his hair is pretty particular with it being curly and frizzy so it requires more care than your average straight hair and he never gets over how well you look out for him when it comes to his hair… wether it be grabbing a new shampoo you saw at the store and thought would be good for him or even just how you wash it for him, it makes him feel so loved <3

୨୧ he LOVES when you come to emperor concerts to support him! he really puts the absolute most effort into his vocals whenever you’re there!

♡ he always absolutely destroys his throat in the process which leads to him being coddled ( by coddled i just mean kissed and asked if it hurts super bad ) by you when the concert ends, both of you going to grab some slushes from a 24/7 convince store to soothe his raw throat

୨୧ sometimes other members of emperor will tag along, most commonly faust who just constantly pokes fun at how scratchy and fucked up ihsahn’s voice now sounds… always causing ihsahn to roll his eyes and you to give him a gentle smack on the shoulder as he walks beside you two

♡ as i mentioned in kinky business, he really does see himself settling down with you in the future!

୨୧ and whilst he does not want kids right now, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t caught himself daydreaming about what your kids would look like and what you’d name them <3 in his daydreams, they always look like little mini versions of you, you’re perfect to him so why wouldn’t the kids look like you? they do have his hair though, he fully believes your genes don’t stand a chance against his when it comes to hair…

♡ he’s SO clingy when drunk, like he doesn’t want to even have his hands off you, he wants to be holding your hand or have an arm wrapped around your back at all times

୨୧ he just gets so lovey dovey too, he’s not a loud and annoying drunk he’s a quiet and clingy drunk! he’ll just be mumbling almost unintelligible sentences right in your ear whilst a big dopey smile is painted across his face

“ love you s’much, you know that? you know that, right? don’t know what i’d do without you… ” ( you can only make out about three of the words he said and just tell him you love him too which leads to him giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek and saying “ hell yeah y’do ” )

♡ i feel like he’d be so soft in bed, not a complete sub but definitely not a dom and he loves when you’re on top

୨୧ but just because you’re on top doesn’t mean he has no control over you, oh no, he has a firm ( yet soft ) grip on your hips, guiding them up and down, back and forth

♡ he’s SUPER loud too, i just know it, he can get kind of embarrassed by how loud he moans and groans but you always assure him you think it’s hot ( because it is, i love when men moan )

“ right there, oh fuck! you like that, yeah? ‘m so deep in you, fucking hell… ” ( you genuinely need to put a hand over his mouth sometimes because… oh my god, he needs to relax just a little )

୨୧ the amount of times you’ve had quickies with him backstage before an emperor concert is crazy and due to his… volume, he always gets joked with by the rest of the band who definitely heard you two

♡ i mean, how wouldn’t they? the backstage area is only so big and they’re nosy…

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

As someone who loves Inscryption despite its flaws I GOTTA know: what are your thoughts on its faults? I've seen you vague post about it and I'm so curious (also, hi!)

hiiiii :3 Lovely to see you reach out after you seeing you always pop up in the tags :D

To be clear, I still like Inscryption despite its flaws. It’s *interesting* as a piece of art, and that’s way better than a game that just technically checks off all the boxes of being playable. Like, I’ve been able to write several thousand words’ worth of a video essay script on this game, covering both the good and bad. It’s that fascinating to me.

Since I don’t want to unload 40 minutes’ worth of text on you here, I’ll just say my main thesis is that the game brushes up against a ton of genuinely cool ideas, but the developer never seems to notice them because he’s too married to the way things were done in Pony Island, and what people who like Meta Games expect. And Inscryption keeps so much info in the dark that you only realise this at the end.

The genre shifts are the biggest sticking point for me. If you know the developer already (or have watched someone else play the game), you’re perfectly fine with them being there. But if you’re someone like me who played the demo and then jumped in blind, you’re going to be burned by the shift to act 2 (and to Luke), which is nothing you would expect from the wonderful aesthetic act 1 mostly relies on. Even though I *like* both act 1 and 2, I kind of have to like them for separate things (i.e. a beautifully haunting roguelike based off forest folklore vs a deckbuilder exploring the worst art-kid polycule divorce you’ve ever seen).

The culmination of this is Kaycee’s mod, which I love, but is an implicit admission that the creator didn’t actually know his own strengths. An endless mode to only one third of your game is not a common thing to add in after launch, especially if you’re not early-access.

Then in act 2, outside of its lore, the game’s theme becomes the idea of games as art. The Scrybes are both multi-faceted characters in their own right and proxies of game design philosophies.

Leshy is the visceral experience of being in another world, while his actual game is pretty janky. Grimora is pure fun (which is a great contrast against her death aesthetic). P03 is the very specific way some designers get obsessed with game mechanics above all else and produce the most mid games you’ve ever seen. Magnificus is spectacle to the point it’s stupidly hard to actually play his deck.

Throughout both takeovers, there are always items or mechanics from the other Scrybes popping up. The stand-alone campaigns are arguably better than act 2 because they’re much more focused, yet Leshy and P03 both still can’t escape the influence of their colleagues.

This is all extremely interesting characterisation and commentary on game design that all goes unsaid. And as much as I dislike Luke Carder’s plot, I’ve spoken before about how the themes his story touch on would be a fantastic fit for that meta-commentary.

All this is great, self-contained within act 2. But the way the finale (and arguably act 3’s more lore-based segments) are written afterwards implies that wasn’t intentional at all. The culmination of this game is that all the Scrybes get deleted and go out in a sudden bombastic finale like in Pony Island and then 😱 maybe this guy shouldn’t have looked for secrets… Because now he’s dead IRL…

And it’s like. Okay? Sure. That looked cool I think. But what is the point of the story then, exactly?

So much happens in so little time in the finale. The writing is basically speedrunning all 3 of the remaining Scrybes’ arcs, and then has to reveal the OLD_DATA affecting Luke, and then has to show him getting killed. And you still don’t know what’s going on.

Then you go looking online for secrets and read that actually the evil glitch thing that was mentioned maybe twice in act 2 was important, and was the entire motivation for the plot. Also everything’s technically linked to the dev’s other games.

And I just. Do not think that is interesting at all, compared to the more carefully designed, and more character and theme-driven stories.

Daniel Mullins' work is unique in how whole-heartedly he includes meta elements, and I just think it's a shame he didn't take the opportunity to explore further beyond his usual comfort zone, as you might've expected from how different Inscryption's aesthetic is to his other games.

It should also not have taken that long to get to the point if the main story was a straight-forward evil artefact plot. Which the creator has already done in a more concise game years ago.

I think Kaycee’s mod tackles a lot of Inscryption's main issues, and I’m loving its smaller plot and more consistent pacing more than whatever the fuck was going on with Luke. But objectively I think it’s a big ask to force people to go through like. Everything after act 1. So they can play a potentially better version of the game.

[m4sonn]

° ˖ ✧ Sibling Quarrels ✧˖°

(This was the winner of the poll therefore the first story I make!! <33. I know @wtafmargot wanted to see this fic especially so I decided to tag them so they could see it faster!)

“B-but myeemmmm!! I have plans!! I can’t babysit Kiara!!!”

“Too bad, Keith, I have plans.”

“B-but cmon!! Please!! My friends are literally sitting here waiting to go!!”

Two-bit said as he put his hand a bit behind and to the right side of him to showcase a very awkward and embarrassed set of greasers standing behind him, Johnny’s head which had previously been awkwardly tilted down as he tried not to watch his friend fight with his mom instantly shot up upon attention being brought to him. Johnny looked to the side to Steve, while, meanwhile, was spaced out and in his own little world right now, he blinked back into consciousness and looked around, his face turning red upon realizing all the attention had turned to him.

“We can just leave, it’s no problem two, or your sister could come with us…?” Johnny said sweetly, trying to offer a compromise. Steve was about to throw a fit about ‘not wanting no damn little kids with them’ and ‘not wanting to babysit’ but Johnny gave him a sort of look which told Steve to shut the fuck up for once.

“I’m sorry boys but I just don’t want her going out, plus keith’d have to be home by 7:30 anyways cause that’s her bed time.” Two-bits mom said with a sweet smile. “You boys better get going, Keith can come next time.”

“Bu!-“ “zip it Keith.” “Ok….”

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

“So…. Uh… what do you do…” Two-bit said awkwardly as he looked down at his 6 year old sister “Where’s mommy?” She said with her big eyes as she looked up at her older brother. All two-bit could think was ‘Jesus Christ this bitch got some big ass bug eyes.’ Ever since Kiara got glasses her eyes have been 5x bigger thanks to them and two-bit could NOT get over how hilarious he thought it was. Keith had never had a really close relationship with his sister, Kiara, I mean, they’re 12 years apart so nobody could really blame him but his mom still wished they could’ve spent a bit more time together and hung out more.

“She had to go somewhere” “where” “I don’t know” “why don’t you know” “because I don’t” “why” “because” “but why”

Keith’s responses were basically cut off but how fast his sister piped out responses, starting to get overwhelmed already by her questions.

“I DON'T KNOW KIARA JUST STOP.”

He practically yelled. Kiara looked up at him with her big brown eyes and then bursted into tears. “No, no, no, Kiara I’m sorry… hey…. Hey… don’t cry….”

Two-but said in the softest voice he could manage. Kiara turned her back to him with a pout, sitting on the floor to cry. Keith picked her up off of the floor and tried to calm her down. “Hey, uhm, how about I make you grilled cheese…? Or— uh… want to go walk to the store and get some candy…?”

Upon the mention of candy, Kiara’s eyes lit up. She immediately agreed and off they went to the store. Keith had been trying to save up his pocket money for something he’s really been wanting for a while but… His sister was worth it to him. He let her pick out a few things and only got himself a soda and a bag of chips. They quickly headed home.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

“Two-bit!!” Soda said happily as he bursted into Keith’s front door. Opening his eyes to see two bit sitting across from his sister on a little kid’s table, a cup of weird looking unknown liquid in front of him. His face was decorated with very messy and smeared makeup and rhinestones. He had a pink tutu, a crown, and pink fairy wings over his clothes, his sister in a princess dress, fairy wings, and a crown sitting across from him. The rest of the gang pushed themselves through the door behind him. They all started to cackle upon seeing him. “HAHAHA- TWO BIT WHA?!-“ “she wanted to have a tea party” he said with a goofy smile on his face. “What are you guys doing here anyways?” “We decided that if you couldn’t come with us we’d stay with you” Dally said with a smile. Two-bit and his sister exchanged glances and had that same mischievous smiles on their faces. “Well… since you’re here… there’s enough fairy wings and tutus for everyone.” And after a bit they were all having a tea party.

[painonthebrain]

:|

Ayo I’m gonna say this right now guys I’m a TRANNY so get ur terf asses outta my posts ok. I legit dont care if your a terf finding your “community” you dont need to share that with me.

If you’re a terf don’t get in my comments trying to say some cute shit. I’m not here for it. The whole reason I wrote “te.rf” was for terfs not to find my post but okay next time I mention the word terf I guess should just make it “+3rf” or something illegible. I’m not gonna do it now because what’s the point? Really, what is it. What’s the goddamn point.

Like, I don’t care if you’re a terf, just keep that shit away from me. There was no other reason to comment other than a “gotcha!” Moment and really it’s… kind of immature. I’m 17 and I’m not afraid to say it. That was pretty immature. Feel good about your dunk or whatever, I guess. I’m not actively seeking out posts made by terfs and trying to upset them.

..What irks me though, again… is that I spaced the word out. I only mentioned whump in passing and the word terf has a period in the middle. So unless you’re searching for posts that specifically do that (which I did specifically NOT to attract terfs, as it was a passing complaint meant for my casual followers, who are either also queer or support the queer community) then you shouldn’t really be able to see it, should you? But whatever. A period squarely in the middle of a four-letter word isn’t the most unique combination. There’s only so many ways to split up the acronym terf like that.

It just rubs me the wrong way, I guess. I’m just existing, complaining about a user in passing, and this stranger, someone I’ve never met or known ever, has this urge to commentate. To tell me they actively seek out people who, I’m not afraid to say it, hate people like me. I’ve seen the comments terfs make on trans people. Implying or outright saying we’re grotesque or subhuman or stupid. (Or that we’re making bad choices, or that we’re going against biology, or that trans women are mockeries of girlhood and womanhood and every other transphobic take I’ve seen in a 1000-mile radius) I’ve seen terfs tear each other and their “fellow women” apart over it too. It’s kinda freaky.

Goddamn this post started off so frustrated and now I’m just introspective. Like I’m looking in on myself. Did I cause this? Maybe. It’s not my fault for feeling frustrated about terfs in the whump tag and it’s not my fault for saying something solely intended for my followers attracting attention otherwise. I guess I’m just mad because what would drive a person to comment this other than hatred and pettiness? I mean, I’ve been overtaken by pettiness before, but really, there’s just something foul about this. About a stranger dropping by to remind me that they don’t understand people like me and they’re making an active choice to continue engaging in their “exclusion.”

Anyway tl;dr if you’re a terf, go the hell away! Don’t interact with people you hate who are things you hate!! Basic internet etiquette!!!

[disdaidal]

WIP tag game: Tell me about Touch Starved Roommates and A Late Visit please!

Touch Starved Roommates already answered here. :)

A Late Visit is the first fic I started writing for FF7R a while ago. I’ve been thinking about turning this story into a whole fic series where four characters are in a poly relationship together (I actually posted a little gifset about that on my side blog heh :)) and write different stories/versions about their relationship. This first part would be a smutty one-shot between Zack and Cloud.

I will ramble a little bit more about this idea under the cut and post a snippet of said story. If you’re curious about that, feel free to check it out. If not, then feel free to skip this altogether. :)

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So, my idea here is that Cloud and Zack are old friends who used to be soldiers working under the same company. Then, Some really bad shit happened in that company, forcing them both to quit and look for work as mercenaries instead.

They both have girlfriends—Cloud’s with Tifa and Zack’s with Aerith—who also happen to be best friends with each other (possibly even girlfriends later).

So, Tifa and Aerith are out having a girls’ night, and the boys stay home. It's late at night and Cloud feels bored and lonely. So, he calls Zack, who's equally bored and lonely, and so Cloud rides his motorcycle to Zack’s and Aerith’s place to spend some quality time with an ‘old friend.’

The boys hang out and chill together, talk about work and girlfriends, and reminisce about the good old times. They drink some beer, a little bit of something hard and bitter as well, and as a result, start feeling tipsy. Because they’re old friends and went through some truly tough times together—could be some old, long-buried feelings still linger there under the surface... buried but not forgotten—and so, one thing leads to another. :)

And here’s that snippet that I promised:

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There’s a silver barbell on Zack’s belly button. It glimmers with a small, clear diamond. Probably fake, but Cloud’s not an expert and doesn’t really care either. It looks very elegant on Zack… and incredibly hot.

The room temperature suddenly gets two or three degrees warmer. Cloud feels his brain short-circuit for a good long minute or so. His eyes go wide, and his mouth goes slack.

Zack clears his throat, drawing Cloud’s attention, and cocks his eyebrow. “Like it?” There’s a hint of smirk on Zack’s face, like he knows something that Cloud doesn’t. Bastard.

Cloud looks away, and he feels his face burn. It’s not polite to stare. Especially at a guy who’s his good friend, who Cloud totally didn't crush on in the army; who's still hot, if not even hotter now; and who's totally not taking advantage of his good looks by strutting around the house wearing that slutty crop top, showing off those killer abs and the belly button piercing. Not to mention those snug dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs and firm ass just right.

Zack's smug face isn't helping, and knowing him, he's probably drinking it all up, enjoying Cloud's embarrassment. After all, Zack was always the one who preened and loved the attention (he's basically a puppy), whereas Cloud's shy and awkward and hated having all eyes on him. He still does.

Cloud's mouth feels dry and his heart beats so fast, but he finally dares a glance at Zack again. Who's still very much smirking and even quirks an eyebrow at him. Idiot.

"Looks good on you," Cloud finally attempts, croaks a little, and then tries not to cringe about it. "When'd you take it exactly?"

Zack practically beams at that. “Oh, I don’t know, six months ago maybe?" The brunet replies. All casual, like it's no biggie. Like having your belly button pierced is the most common thing in the world. Cloud frowns.

“Okay, so... What prompted you to take it?” He asks gently, genuinely curious now. He’s always known Zack to make decisions in the heat of the moment. The guy's carefree like that; doesn't really care what other people think about him.

Until he wants attention and praise, that is.

Zack laughs and shakes his head. “Well, there was this one time I got a bit too drunk at Seventh Heaven, and we had this stupid bet with Reno-” Cloud instantly rolls his eyes at the mention of Reno, “-that whoever loses the drinking game has to get one body part pierced.”

Cloud grunts, incredulously. “And you lost to Reno, of all people?”

Zack could always hold his liquor better than Cloud—in fact, there had been a couple of instances where Zack had literally had to carry a passed-out Cloud over his shoulder all the way from a pub back to his own apartment.

Something that Cloud prefers very much not to think about right now or how strong Zack really is. It's not doing him any favors here.

“Weird, right? Thought it was gonna be a piece of cake ‘cause you know me and how much I can drink, and there's no way that scrawny little asshole could ever beat me, but believe me or not, Reno can really hold his liquor. Apparently,” Zack laughs nervously, rolling his blue eyes a little. Cloud still doesn't quite believe him.

Zack continues: “So, after Reno had me beat at that game and we were like, totally wasted and all, he tried to change the rules. 'Cause that's Reno fucking Sinclair, right? Like, sheesh, fuck that guy. Anyway, he was gonna try changing the rules so the winner can choose which body part you have to get pierced.”

Cloud instantly grimaces and scoffs. Knowing Reno, he’s not exactly surprised to hear that.

"And knowing Reno and his twisted little mind, he started going back and forth about whether I should get my nipple, or hells, my dick pierced." Cloud's eyes go wide, and he actually snorts a little. Zack fervently continues, "Which, I'm not gonna lie, made me really fucking nervous 'cause could you even imagine getting your dick pierced? Like, how painful it could be?"

Cloud shudders; his shoulders shake. Although he can't deny there's a certain appeal to it—like, he's really straining not to think about Zack's dick right now and how it would look pierced—still, the whole idea sounds extremely painful to him.

He offers his friend a sympathetic look instead. “So, what happened, then?”

“Well,” Zack smirks. He drapes one tanned, muscular arm over the backrest of the couch. Just behind Cloud’s head, which the blonde desperately tries to ignore. “Your girlfriend happened. You know how Tifa gets when she’s pissed, right?"

Cloud nods like it’s obvious. Of course he does—she’s his girlfriend, duh.

"Like, she just stared down at Reno with this kind of menacing look on her face that still gives me chills-” Cloud smiles; he knows exactly what Zack is talking about. “And she reminded him of some ‘agreement’ they have. I don’t know what that’s all about, and I’m not sure I even want to know, but Reno totally paled out. I’ve never seen him that freaked out or witnessed anyone shut his mouth as quickly as Tifa did, so it was kind of funny. So, there. All thanks to your wonderful girlfriend, my dick and nipples are still intact.”

Cloud smirks and hums at this. So very proud because that's his girl and he knows he can always count on her to do the right thing. He finally dares to peek at Zack's piercing again, still feels slight heat on his face and gives it a pointed look. “So, how’d you end up with that one?”

Zack kind of beams again and then looks down, almost shyly. “Ah. Well… it was Aerith’s suggestion, actually. She thought it would look good on me, so I took it. And then she said she likes it, so I haven’t taken it off yet.”

[adultswim2021]

The Venture Bros. #49: "Pinstripes & Poltergeists" | December 14, 2009 - 12:00AM | S04E08

The mid-season finale! The season four split of Venture Bros has been covered somewhat, but basically the boys burnt themselves out behind the scenes and needed a break, so they asked Adult Swim if they could cut season four into two halves, while also upping the episode order from 13 episodes to 16 episodes. The network went for it, and it took them nearly a whole ‘nother year to deliver the back half. So, this ends up sorta being a mini-finale.

This is another one of those episodes that’s more effective if you’re devoted to the story of Venture Bros. Meaning: it’s a little light on laughs. There are jokes in here, and they’re all fine, but there probably won’t be a big long list of all the times I laughed at this one or anything like that. It’s goal is mostly to get Brock back into the fold and to set up story elements that are going to come into play for the second half of season four. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I prefer when the show makes me laugh. But I don’t not care about the story, either. 

In this one: The Monarch gets swindled by Monstroso (mentioned in a previous episode and now here in front of our eyes) into signing a bad deal thinking that he’s merely going to help the Monarch defeat Dr. Venture. Turns out he’s signed away his rights to arch Dr. Venture to Monstroso.

Monstroso’s methods are lawyerly by nature, attempting to financially ruin Dr. Venture by making him use a certain amount of square footage of his compound towards some public good. When scoping out an abandoned factory on his property he discovers that Brock and SPHINX, the super-secret organization dedicated to stopping villainy that falls outside the purview of the OSI by being non-costumed and non-Guild-of-Calamitous-Intent-affiliated, have been using the space secretly. In other words: Brock has been with the Ventures this entire time. Aww. 

Also of note: 21 is shown speaking to 24’s ghost. We’d seen him chatting with 24’s skull throughout this season. He also confronts Brock, a callback to the scene in Tag-Sale, You’re It (apparently repeating the same dialogue) where 21 tries to take Brock on with a non-working light-saber. Brock’s dismissive “boo.” to get 21 to run away is now met with a punch to Brock’s face. Brock doesn’t kill 21, but his newfound respect for giving him a decent fight leads him to team up with him to go beat up Monstroso. The episode ends with Brock casually eating a bowl of cereal in the Venture’s kitchen and Hank, in a delayed reaction, being stunned to find him there. 

SPHINX were previously portrayed as bad guys, but it’s explained that when they were conquered, it was decided to just take all their Egypt-themed crap and use it to start what’s essentially a new group. This explanation seems squarely aimed at the fans of the show who just wish it were an unironic action cartoon. But it's alright! I like it fine, okay! I'm not pissed off at all! At this, I mean.

EPHEMERA CORNER

The Family Guy Chicken Star Wars Double Feature (December 20, 2009)

Sometimes I’ll make note of something to cover for Ephemera Corner; like some kind of specially scheduling thing Adult Swim does that in theory is worth mentioning. But then it comes time to talk about it and it’s like damn, I do not care about this at all. Consider how now in 2024, it seems like they run marathons of certain shows all the time, just because that’s a proven-to-work model for cable television nowadays. So, I might get choosier with these EPHEMERA CORNER programming things.

But for those of you who care: Take note, Star Wars heads! Your favorite Seths went head to head and did a Star War double feature rivaling the Ewok TV Movies. The sci-fi epic about one man turning to the darkside and deciding to deprive his children of committing incest with each other by moving them to different planets will knock your socks off, because that’s what this is: It’s just the movie Star Wars but with cartoon guys in it. I don’t even think they changed the words or anything. Have fun imagining how it must’ve played with 2009-era commercial breaks.

[slutforstabbings-archive]

now i’m super curious, what’s ur hcs for alt!corey?

Alt!Corey Cunningham HC's

prompted by the conversation started here. Sorry this took so long!

tagging @rebel-blue @nachtmahr666 @vanellygal I never know who all to tag so if you want me to tag you specifically every time, please lmk!

Music:

Corey grew up listening to the radio and whatever music Joan put on. His mom is probably in her early 50’s in the movie, and she seems like one of those people who is terrible but likes and uses sweet nice wholesome things to hide behind, so she probably only listened to squeaky clean and boring pop music, and I think that would start Corey on a path towards heavy music, distorted music, music with dark themes, anything other than what Joan liked. He finds a lot of pop music to be insincere and he hates that.

WURG seems like an oddball station from what we hear of it in the movie and what it’s mentioned as playing in the book, so Corey definitely likes some punk and metal and garage just from the radio. But he doesn’t really know that’s what it is, genres and subcultures are kind of lost on him. And he doesn’t really realize he only knows music that’s 35-60 years old.

Personally as someone who grew up listening to a lot of oldies radio specifically, I know they’re really bad about identifying old songs cause they think you know the artist and title already. So I’m gonna go ahead and say for a lot of his life Corey doesn’t know the name or artist of most of the songs he likes, and he probably doesn’t realize he likes multiple songs from the same artist, so he doesn't have a favorite band. He has to learn to dig into a catalog and listen to full albums as an adult because that was never something he was introduced to as a child.

His mom obviously put heavy parental controls on his computer time, looked through his browser history, etc so I don’t think he was really able to explore his music taste probably until he got a smart phone and more privacy in his internet usage, which wouldn’t have been until he was an adult. I think Joan would have wanted him to have a phone so she could call him but would’ve kept him with a non-smart phone with no data until it basically wasn’t an option anymore, so he got his first smart phone when he was probably like 17-19, and that’s when his music exploration could really begin.

Even pre-accident Corey is sad and lonely and angry so he’s drawn to those lyrical themes. He has very angsty taste. But he also likes interesting time signatures and weird textures. He's a math and science guy and he thinks it's really cool when musicians approach their craft in a mathematical or experimental way. Post- Michael I think Corey recedes into the heaviest and most anguished parts of his music taste. Songs that used to make him cry, songs that pump him up, songs that he used to imagine were written for people much more badass than him, whatever that might be. Devastating vocal delivery, heart wrenching lyrics, chugging guitars, all three if he can get them.

BAND LIST (trying to go with the most popular examples so you can get the gist of the aesthetic I’m picturing lol):

From the Radio - Rolling Stones, Doors, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Kinks, The Clash, Talking Heads, all the obvious legacy early metal and punk bands. 

Pre-Accident - American Football, Sunny Day Real Estate, Hum, Modest Mouse, Smashing Pumpkins, Descendents, Brand New, New Order, Mazzy Star, The Smiths, Hella

Post-Accident, Pre-Michael - Grunge big 4, but his favorite is Pearl Jam, Pixies, Melvins, Tool, Joy Division, Deftones, Sonic Youth, I Hate Sex, Garbage, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails

Post- Michael - Electric Wizard, Windhand, clipping., Lingua Ignota, Full of Hell

Fashion:

I see a lot of different ages thrown around for how long Corey's mom dressed him, but novelization canon is he started dressing himself at 13. I think it's definitely still the case that his mom buys and picks out most of his clothes for a long time, but I think he slowly wears her down on letting him pick things until his wardrobe is mostly his choices filtered through her. But because of that filter it's still never quite him.

When the other kids started getting into subcultures, Corey watched with envy. He didn't have a particular favorite style, and he wouldn't have known what to call it if he did, he just liked the idea that you could say something to the world with your clothes, and draw people who agreed with you to you and push people who didn't away. The idea that you could form a community around how you dress. All he wants is community.

Corey's never really considered tattoos or piercings because he knows his mother would absolutely lose her mind if he "damaged" himself that way. The only thing he's thought of is that his dad had a tattoo of a duck, so maybe he could get a tattoo of a duck in the same place. I think that if Corey was more interested in tattoos than that , pre-accident he would be a black linework only kind of guy, he wants to be an engineer, he likes the kind of sparse, design-y, almost technical drawing aspect of plain linework tattoos. Post-accident, pre-Michael, he' definitely an American Traditional/Neo-Trad guy. It's straight forward, it's classic, it's low-key. Post-Michael Corey is the kind of guy who gets big blackout stripes or brush strokes for the experience. Because blackouts hurt and because they make people, even other tattooed people, say why the fuck would you get that? Post-Michael Corey would also so get a prince albert sorry.

I can't see him wearing make up, even just eyeliner. Seems too pretty for him I guess, like he's an aesthetically simple guy in a lot of ways, and presents in such a casual masculine way, it just doesn't seem like him. But I can see him painting his nails black every once in a while. Not any other colors but black for sure.

[leaf-kei]

I wish u hadn’t hidden this take in the tags bc it’s SO TRUE!!

A character doing bad things doesn't necessarily KNOW they’re bad or enjoy being evil. Characters can have a totally different perception of morality than the audience and people around them… imo, Medic’s kindness doesn’t conflict with his medical malpractice because he genuinely doesn’t think it’s mean to experiment on his friends or cause them pain. Because he’s completely confident in his methods and ultimate goals, experimentation is care to him; healing someone’s wounds and stabbing their heart in an attempt to supercharge it are basically the same thing.

TF2’s canon material is always trying to emphasize the funny contrast between Medic’s genuine sweetness and the gory way he expresses it. Here are a few examples off the top of my head to convince anyone reading this lol:

Meet the Medic is basically all about Heavy coming to realize (and accept) this fact about Medic over the course of his über surgery. Medic naturally flicks between being an amicable doctor and a mad scientist; he’s literally both things at the same time.

Spy’s head in the fridge is obviously a horrifying abomination, but Medic’s apparently given him a pack of cigarettes and an ashtray to keep him occupied. The idea that a small comfort like that could cancel out the harm he's caused shows how little Medic appreciates the gravity of what he does to people.

The maniacal laughter as Heavy’s heart charges up followed seamlessly by a cheerful “oh! That looks good!”

He chides Heavy for being a baby when his rib breaks—he doesn’t see the suffering he causes to people he likes as real or important (either because of insanity, his desensitization to medical pain, or both)

In the Gargoyles & Gravel comic, Medic experiments on a guy who tried to mug him in an alley, but he does it in a very specific way.

He must understand on some level that having your brain separated from your body is somewhat uncomfortable, so he seeks out a subject who he thinks could do with a bit of punishment. However, once the procedure’s over, Medic calls pumpkin guy “my beautiful creation” and “my little monster,” terms of endearment that seem genuine paired with his good-natured smile… he even says the latter in German, basically talking to himself.

Medic keeps emphasizing that this new existence as a pumpkin is a positive change and a chance for the mugger to turn his life around—that’s obviously insane, but I think Medic genuinely believes it, seeing what he did as both a mild punishment and a gift. When pumpkin guy retorts that he’s gonna kill him, Medic’s disappointed that the procedure didn’t fix his criminality, not even considering that his anger could be a RESULT of what he did. That little exchange really reveals how Medic sees his own work imo… if someone told him his experiments were evil, he’d probably respond with confusion, shrugging it off as them simply not understanding the reality of the situation.

It’s worth mentioning that in the end, the pumpkin guy becomes a mob boss, kinda vindicating Medic’s actions. Thinking abt this plotline is making me so uncomfortable but THE COMIC DOESN’T TAKE THE BODY HORROR SERIOUSLY AT ALL OK

His second opinion cosmetic makes the contrast between his kindness and cruelty literally physical. He responds to S.O.’s evil lines in a level-headed and friendly way, and gets annoyed at S.O. in the way you’d get annoyed at a sibling.

Even the TF Comics, which seem to really enjoy the heehoo evil doctor aspect of Medic, have to acknowledge the disconnect between his outward behavior and actual personality; when Sniper calls him out for looking super evil, it turns out that he was actually just happy. That’s how Medic smiles! Smug and evil!

…The only thing that throws a wrench into this read is that he threatens his opponents with medical experimentation during combat, lol. All his in-game voice lines are about how he’s going to cut his enemies apart, how his procedures are excruciating, etc… if you listened to his voice lines and nothing else, you would end up with the common fanon interpretation of Medic as an evil sadist, so I kinda get it. Are these voice lines at odds with his characterization in other canon media? I don’t know, maybe… I wonder if his nice-guy complexity was only decided on later during Meet the Medic’s production, and he originally WAS a more straightforward violent maniac…

In the end, I guess you could read the times he shows kindness to others as just an act or a sadistic taunt or manipulation, but I dunno, that’s just much less interesting to me than a character that has some conceptual contrast at the core of him. There’s so little canon content to go off of that you can kinda read all TF2 characters any way you want (which is cool!), but personally I hope the sweet aspects of Medic are preserved in any future stuff from Valve.

It irritates me alot when people say that making medic more compassionate is ''missing the point of his character'' when he is literally shown to be in the comics.... did you miss the part where he showed concern for both sniper and miss pauling's well being in comic 5 and 6.

His actions are a combination of genuine attachment + clinical interest and these things do not cancel out one another. He is always pushing boundaries and going against the grain and i think this is what led to him losing his license in the first place. He felt stifled by the rules imposed on him.

He is shown to be extremely passionate so it makes sense that he would use his endless fascination with medicine as a way to show his affection. He loves his friends so he will find a way to make them borderline indestructible. Malpractice is his love language.

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Reactions

enhypen reaction as your bully

scenario: they’re your bully and their reaction once you became a successful idol.

warnings: bullying.

note📎: just to remind you guys, this is all fictional, this blog doesn’t reflect any f the enhypen members. also, this was requested by @random-multistannnnn here. thank you for requesting! stay safe always. 🤍

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yang jungwon

— honestly, i couldn’t see him as a bully but if ever he is, I think he will be the type of bully who often teases you. jungwon surely loves to laugh at your mistakes and even won’t spare you with it. will mention about it always that it makes you embarrassed. so if he saw you became a successful idol, he will be surprised. i’m sure he will be speechless and will find himself staring at your concept photos a little bit too much. he will snap back to reality and clear his throat and unwillingly tear his gaze off of your picture. he’ll probably congratulate you but with a hint of teasing to hide the fact that the yang jungwon, your bully,  just finds it awesome that you’re an idol now.

lee heeseung

— lee heeseung will be the type of bully that won’t stop until he saw your face red in annoyance. what can you say? he finds happiness in annoying you. he will put effort in annoying you just so he can see your cheeks turning red. and if you become successful? i bet heeseung will be one of your fans. but he’s more like a lowkey fan because our boy here is shy to show how he’s so proud of you. will surely attend your concerts and just lost in his own thoughts while watching how you glow on stage and how you’re meant to be there.

park jongseong

— why do he gives off the type of bully who will make other students turn their back against you? lol. but jay will be the bully which try to make your friends be his friends. they will probably bribe them with some gifts and surprise! they’re siding with him already. he’s basically the reason why you’re a loner at school so when you became successful, he will be very surprise. he won’t say it but he will be very proud of you. will deny that he’s a fan but then will buy many albums to win that videocall ticket so that he can talk to you again.

jake sim

— it’s hard to imagine him as a bully. i think he’s not as bad as the other members. he will be into teasing you every chance he gets. he doesn’t understand as well, for some unknown reasons he gets irritated whenever he sees you. when you made you debut as an idol and became really successful, jake will be stunned. he will stare at your concept photos and soon will realize the main reason why he’s irritated to you is because he likes you but you ignore him most of the times. he will honestly feel very bad but then he will be proud of you for making it.

park sunghoon

— this one right here will be the type of bully who will treat you very bad but once some other students try to do it to you, he will be very mad at them. he will reason out that ‘he should be the only one’ who can treat you that way. you often caught him looking at you with that annoying smirk. you knew he always thinks of ways to bully you so you just shrug it off. the moment you became a successful idol, he will be shocked. but not with the fact that you made it but because he didn’t know you’re a trainee. he will act like as if he didn’t annoyed the life out of you and will be at the first row of your concert, holding your group’s light-stick.

kim sunoo

— will be the mean type, like very very mean. everything you do, he will make it seem like you did something wrong. you feel very uncomfortable around him, it’s like he was judging your every move. his eyes will always be piercing at you. he may even make false rumors about you so just you will be a loner. but when you became successful, he will scoff and roll his yes to hide his flushed expression. “Well, okay... she looks pretty.” he mumbles to himself and silently clicked the save button then stream your music.

nishimura riki

— the type of bully who pranks you a lot. pranks like putting glue over your chair, setting a trap of chalk eraser by the door, throwing crumpled paper at you during class, tripping you and even hiding some of your things. childish, yes. but ni-ki just gets pleasure by seeing your annoyed expression. for him, it was awesome to just watch how your face turn red in annoyance. that’s why ni-ki was bored to death when you suddenly started missing most of your classes. he thought you were sick or something, but turned out you were training to be an idol. when you became successful, he will be very amused. he will surely be a fan and cover mostly your parts in your dance performances. 

main master-list

[scrambledd3ggss]

Things that I could watch over and over: Newsies (livesies to be specific), ride the cyclone, any show/movie I’ve mentioned on this blog bc I’m sure there’s a lot 😭, smosh reads Reddit stories, puppet history, Brooklyn 99, any commentary video on yt, and probably other things I’m forgetting 😔

The flavor question: NOW WITH MORE FLAVORS!! Sweet/Salty/Spicy/Sour/Savory/Umami: I like sweet very much—I just need water if I’m eating candy so I can wash it down after 😭—, I LOVE salty food, I can only handle slightly spicy foods, sour foods are fine but definitely not my favorite, savory my beloved <3, and I’ve never had umami

Something you’re confused as to why it’s so popular: Dark romance. It’s not really an issue on here, but it’s really bad on TikTok. Like why would anyone enjoy reading that? I understand that people can read whatever they want, but some things shouldn’t be included in that. Like it romanticizes abuse and dangerous situations. People only excuse it because the people reading it are READING it but its basically a watered down porn addiction

Something you 100% know why it’s popular: crocheting (at least I think it’s popular 😭 it is on my side of the internet). It’s so fun! And if there’s something really cute I see but can’t afford, I can just make it myself. I literally learned how to crochet so I could make myself chunky sweaters 😔

You’ve heard of cats vs dogs, but how about birds vs fish? Hamsters/Guinea Pigs (yes I’m putting them in the same category they’re like the same thing) vs rabbits? Basically just name your favorite household pet regardless of if you’ve ever had one!: I love both cats and dogs, I have both dogs and a cat. I like birds more than fish but I’ve never had either. I like hamsters, Guinea pigs, and rabbits the same amount. They’re just soft little guys. Except some… sometimes they can be vicious. Also ferrets are adorable! I’m including them

One unpopular opinion of yours, it can be as big or small as you want! (Though if there’s arguments about politics anywhere in replies or comments I will delete them. I know politics can be important, but tumblr (at least THIS tumblr) is not the place for that): If you don’t like a piece of media but someone else really enjoys it, don’t shit on them for liking it. Everyone’s allowed to have their own interests and it doesn’t make you cooler for making fun of someone because they like something you don’t. The only exceptions to this are if the piece of media is problematic (like if it’s known to be ableist, racist, homophobic, or anything else like that). But if you simply don’t like something, don’t interact with it and don’t ruin it for other people.

okay tags under the cut because that was LONG

Tagging: @whentheskittlesfightback @peanuts-space and anyone else that wants to or that I forgot

Play a little game with me! I’ll go first :3

Things that you would watch over and over?: Class of 09 (+reup), ANY John Mulaney material, ANY Smosh/Kwite/Wendigoon video, Brooklyn 99, and Pokemon: Destiney Deoxys

The flavor question: NOW WITH MORE FLAVORS!! Sweet/Salty/Spicy/Sour/Savory/Umami: have to go with savory in this one, but I always have a little sweet tooth!!

Something you’re confused as to why it’s so popular: Pina Coladas, it smells like sunscreen and has a sunscreen mouthfeel, and the flavors of coconut and pineapple do not go together for me! (Coming from some whose fav fruit is pineapple) like everybody talks about mint chip things being “like toothpaste” AT LEAST YOU PUT TOOTHPASTE IN UR MOUTH YOU DO NOT PUT SUNSCREEN IN THERE

Something you 100% know why it’s popular: pop music! So many people around me think it’s “boring” unless it’s a nostalgia hit but like no? It’s catchy! “It’s repetitive” not everything has to break the cycle Linda sometimes it’s about finding the exact same 4 chords sung by the specific person you like. Taylor Swift and co, pop off!

You’ve heard of cats vs dogs, but how about birds vs fish? Hamsters/Guinea Pigs (yes I’m putting them in the same category they’re like the same thing) vs rabbits? Basically just name your favorite household pet regardless of if you’ve ever had one!: I like fish! They’re very pretty, smarter than people would think, and they don’t smell like other animals do imo. I remember having fish, good times :3

One unpopular opinion of yours, it can be as big or small as you want! (Though if there’s arguments about politics anywhere in replies or comments I will delete them. I know politics can be important, but tumblr (at least THIS tumblr) is not the place for that): stop saying that female cats are bratty and evil cats are just little guys. They are both bratty and both little guys. How is this even a stereotype I’ve heard before???

Anyway if u want (no pressure) reply yay!!:

@touratoura @milkfroggo @key-lime-lies @ponderous-ferret @transmascpetewentz @eternalshiningstar @vicaridoo @starfilledsky2810 @citrushomie @a-trench-coat-of-confused-worms @kneecoal-mooma

Have fun!!!

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj