#not that it doesn't. if thats how it makes you feel.

[puma-riki]

Clear Crystal Roses ⭑.ᐟ

𝓷ishimura 𝓻iki x 𝓻eader fluff ~ skinship ~ kissing ~ est. relationship ~ not proofread

𝒮ynopsis ~ bf! riki with an s/o who wears glasses. thats it. thats the post. send tweet

ℒ illy's note ~ have this draft while I, again, work on the next no one noticed update. Can you tell I didn't know how to end this drabble LMAO

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Ni-ki is absolutely in love with your glasses

like you give him so much cuteness aggression and teasing material

He thinks they make you look extra cute, and he never shuts up about it in the most teasing, yet affectionate way.

He likes pushing them up for you but in the most unnecessary dramatic way. If they slip down your nose, he'll use one exaggerated finger to push them back up for you. Sometimes he'll boop your nose after too.

When you're making him feel particularly soft, he'll gently push them back up by the corner, and caress the side of your face or a strand of your hair.

He's definitely the type to steal them to put them on and then ask you how you see in them and then hold up a hand and ask how many fingers he's holding up. I'm sorry.

He gets a kick out of seeing you rush after him to get them back. The way you huff and get annoyed and have to pry on his arm to even be able to reach the hand he has them in.

After he's had his fun he'll give them back, "You look better in them anyway"

AHHHHHHHHBKSAHSKJD$%%WQ&

He also likes reaching behind your ears where the arms of your glasses sit and pushing them up and down so they'll move up and down on your face. You don't understand why but it makes him giggle so you just let him.

He also complains when you don't have them on. He thinks they make you look extra you, and he adores how they add to your charm. It's not that he thinks you look bad without them, he just prefers you with them. They're such a staple in his mind that seeing you without them feels almost wrong— like something is missing.

So he is the #1 contact hater and when you step out of the bathroom while he's waiting just outside the door, asking if you're ready to leave and you come out without your glasses, he literally gasps

"Where are your glasses? Did you leave them on the nightstand? I'll go grab them." He's already turning on his heel, ready to retrieve them like its an emergency.

You manage to catch him by the arm before he disappears. "Riki, I'm wearing contacts. It's fine"

He stops, eyes flicking to yours, registering the difference. And then, the smallest, most genuine pout forms on his lips. "Oh."

There's something so disappointing in that tiny syllable. You blink up at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious, reaching your hand up so your fingers rest just below your lower eye lid. "Do I look bad with contacts in?"

His head snaps up. "No! Of course not!" His words come out so fast, so earnest, that you almost laugh. "And I'm not saying you shouldn't do what makes you feel comfortable or confident..." His voice trails off and you can tell he wants to say more. "But?" You urge, hands clasping around one of his.

"But... you should wear your glasses... for like... ever. And never take them off becauseyoulooksoprettyinthem." His voice drops a little at the end, like he's admitting something embarrassing, but his gaze is steady— completely sincere. While you just stare at him, unsure how to respond, he exhales dramatically, flopping against the door frame.

"I just like them. They make you look really cute and dorky, and I can't imagine you without them." He gives you a look, like you're personally inconveniencing him by not wearing them. Then, just as you're about to open your mouth to tell him how stupid he is— "Wait. Can you even see me properly right now? Do contacts even work as well as glasses?"

You roll your eyes and swat at his arm. "Yes, dummy. I can see just fine"

If you're not entirely convinced that he doesn't think you look bad without your glasses, well you've got another thing coming

because there's been a time or two he's absolutely hated your glasses.

Ni-ki's trying to focus on kissing you, but your glasses are making it damn near impossible.

The frames keep digging into his cheek, pressing uncomfortably between both of you, and every time he tilts his head to get closer they dig in more. He ignores it at first, too caught up in the way your lips are moving against his, in the way you have a fist full of the fabric of his hoodie like you need him just as badly as he needs you.

But then you pull away abruptly with a sharp hiss when he pushes just a bit too hard, and the bridge of your glasses dig into your own face.

He mutters a quick apology before he brings his hand up to the side of your face and carefully, but without hesitation, curls his fingers around the corner of the frames and pushes them up, settling them on top of your head, where they're finally out of the way.

His eyes flicker over your face now that nothings blocking the view, and something about it makes his stomach flip. He exhales softly, hands sliding down to cup your jaw as he murmurs, "You're so pretty."

And before you can even process the warmth in his voice, he's kissing you again— hungrier, deeper— like he's making up for lost time.

Jesus, I NEED HIM SO BAD

Moving on....

Whenever you say something dorky or correct him, he will always put a finger up in the air and repeat what you said in the most obnoxious voice he can muster.

Yeah, he thinks it's peak comedy.

You give him a deadpan look every time, and he'll ruffle your hair or kiss your cheek to make up for it.

He also points out anything that has glasses and immediately associates it with you.

like this teddy bear has glasses? that's so you! There's an edited picture of some animal with glasses on his phone? That's literally you and he's sending it to you to let you know.

He also hates that one movie cliche where the love interest takes off the female MC's glasses to show her that she's "pretty"

and when a character gets a make-over/glow-up and they take away their glasses

like he cannot express how irritated it makes him.

anytime it shows up in a movie, whether you're there or not, he's rolling his eyes, arms crossed, already muttering under his breath before the scene even finishes.

"Oh, wow," he deadpans, voice dripping with sarcasm. "She took her glasses off, and now she's pretty? Crazy." he's already turning towards you to complain further.

"Do people even actually think like this? Like, does anyone actually believe that glasses make someone less pretty?"

"Maybe you just like glasses too much." He shakes his head, arms flailing in exasperation. "No, it's just dumb! They always act like wearing glasses is like some kind of curse, like, 'Oh no I can't see too well! Now I'll be ugly forever!"

And god forbid some guy in a movie takes off a girl's glasses to tell her she's beautiful. Ni-ki will literally pause the movie/show, Jaw slack with disbelief.

"What the fuck? Why did he have to take them off to see she was pretty? They were just sitting there on her face! She was already pretty!"

He actually gets heated about it. Genuinely offended

He watches you laugh at his mini-meltdown over a silly cliche that only exists in movies. Ni-ki just really likes your glasses. Of course, he thinks you're pretty with them, and without. They're a big part of who you are, even if you don't think much of the frames that sit on your face every day.

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[zoieru]

Weirdly specific headcanons about the lads boys and your lip balm / chapstick ~

Xavier ~

'what's that smell? it...doesn't smell like shampoo usually does.'

he's cuddling on the sofa with you and lifts his head, hair a bit fluffed from where he was tucked into your neck and chest, and his light eyebrows draw in at the centre trying to work out where it comes from.

'smell? Mm...its probably my lipbalm, Xavier, here,'

he takes it when you grab it and give it to him, rolling it over in his fingers to read any writing around the edge, head resting back against you again. he takes off the lid and sniffs it, eyes widening slightly before smiling a touch.

'its nice. does it taste good?'

he sort of asks without thinking of the double entendre at first, but a second later he realises and his eyes hold a flicker of mischief as he brings his face closer, eyes flitting to your lips.

'i dont know, you tell me?'

then he's all up in your business, eyes closing as he brings his lips to yours almost exploratory as when you try a new snack.

'mmh, yes. I like it.'

'good'

you plant a soft little kiss on the end of his nose to a cute blink and blushed chuckle from him.

over the next few hours he keeps coming back to kiss you more pointedly, more often, to a raised eyebrow from you. he likes the feeling and smell of it on his lips, it makes them soft and makes him think of you.

'Xavier you can take it if you want, i have a spar-'

'I don't want one.'

'but...?'

He only wants the thin soft coating of it on his lips when it means he's kissed you recently.

Rafayel ~

once this man catches drift of your scented lip balms he is all over that shit. he'll insist on going to choose ones, buying too many since you cant try them at the store, and then pouts when you tell him you cant face trying on and wiping off like ten different lip balms just so he can smell and kiss you over and over to see which one is best.

youre sat on the bed, the fading sunlight shining through the domed windows of your shared bedroom and onto this ridiculous pile of little cylindrical tubes on the duvet.

'but...'

'the scents will mix, and anyway lip balm is supposed to be nourishing, not causing my lips to be sore because ive applied and scraped off loads of different ones'

'well how am i supposed to know which one is the best then?'

'you'll have to wait and see i guess, i can put a different one on at few hour intervals, itll be like a fun surprise, you can guess which one i have on!'

'thats tooo longggg'

later you catch him applying one on himself in the bathroom, he just couldnt wait okay!! when you do put one on, he materialises at your side, hands running over your skin and finding their way to your jaw as if he could sense it from the other room, and he tilts his head with a little cute smirk.

'next taste test? this one's going to be good, i can feel it.'

Zayne ~

'here,'

he hands you one that he picked off the shelf next to you as you perused the options.

'what, you like this one?'

'i'm not familiar with it, but its important to use ones with more natural ingredients, especially when applying to sensitive areas like your face and mouth.'

'mmh, makes sense.'

you buy a few different types at his behest, and then he watches you try them and smell them as he puts his stuff away around the house.

'do you like them?'

'this one smells really good, actually.'

'mh?'

he's at your side, finding himself strangely excited to have another scent to not only feel and smell when he kisses you, but also to associate with you like he does with your hair stuff or your perfume.

'it does, you're right.'

he takes your chin in his other hands fingers, his usually gentle but firm touch, and then runs his thumb featherlight across the edge of your bottom lip, dark eyelashes lowering slightly as his eyes seem to both soften and darken at the same time.

'does it taste just as good?'

Sylus ~

'get all of them'

'Sylus, there are like fifty options here, why would I need fifty lip balms?'

he just shrugs, that annoyingly handsome smirk on his face as he feigns nonchalance.

'just trying to be supportive, kitten. no need to scratch now.'

'being supportive would be you helping me pick one'

'mmh, would it now?'

he was waiting to be asked, he's irritating like that. you rolled your eyes subtly and couldnt help the smile off his face as he on cue started analysing the options on the shelf with a discerning critical eye. after a silence, you pause, and glance at him sidelong.

'so?'

he points to a few in succession, speaking in a slow thoughtful sort of drawl as he ponders, playful yet serious simultaneously. It's an important decision, of course.

'too sweet, too floral, too colourful, too...is that glitter? i thought this was supposed to be health related, not glamourous. though i suppose a mix of both might be alluring. mmh...this one'

he holds it out to you, made up his mind. not stating his reason outright obviously. he looks down at you and eyes flick between your face and his choice, very subtly figuring out your reaction to his choice. as you leave the shop after buying, and go to put on your helmet to get on his bike, his hand comes to rest on top of it, stopping its path, and he raises an eyebrow, cocking his head. You blink.

'hm?'

'well, come now, are you going to let me try the latest flavour of the lips i so often indulge in, or would you be cruel and have me wait?'

Caleb ~

so...lets say one day you're buying something completely unrelated, but you double take as your eyes happen to flit over some apple scented lip balm on the store shelf. You pause, nibble on your lip with a faint curl to the corners, and grab it and apply it on the way home. It's good...that apple scent that isnt too artificial or plasticky but also sweet and sharp enough to be noticeable and tasty.

Its hard to keep it in somehow when he gets home? its like a secret, which feels stupid, but he looks at you and raises a suspicious eyebrow.

'why you smilin', pips? what have you done?'

he asks, starting to laugh a bit at your face as you tried to keep it normal. it'll be like after a while where he wrestles you off the stove or something playfully that he'll catch a whiff. i mean he's obviously noticed your lips seem a touch shinier, but didn't think a whole lot of it except 'nice'.

'did you buy new perfume?'

'no...?'

'but...its appley over here, you got one in your ear or somethin'?'

he makes a point of sniffing around you like a dog as your giggling form is pressed back against the counter. then he pauses as his nose nears yours and a cheeky smile stretches across his face. his hand lifts and he runs the back of his fingers ever so softly over your bottom lip, his eyes following the movement.

'ah, bullseye. so this is what you were giggling about earlier, you're so silly pipsqueak,'

'what? why?!'

'who gets all giggly about lip balm hm?'

he tilts his head, still in teasy puppy mode, though his eyes have softened and darkened as his face has come closer. as you pout he pokes your lips again with a smirk.

'mmh, an apple flavoured pout huh?'

he leans in achingly slowly to kiss you.

Weirdly specific headcanons about the lads boys and your scrunchie

[slimepuparibaba]

hi hear me out again

having half-lemurian twins with rafayel

one is a boy, one is a girl, very adorable, this one goes over the early stages of it all (the pregnancy and shortly after the delivery basically, so newborn)

the one thing i know for certain is that rafayel will immediately drop everything and go on art hiatus (as a public artist, this man will still do art for personal stuff) and start contacting as many lemurians as possible (man wants to do this right, he cannot mess this up, you need to be safe, the babies need to be safe)

he will treat you with utmost care, watch out for your needs, make sure you know you are loved and that you're beautiful and that he is with you every step of the way. he will make sure that you feel encouraged, will tell you how amazing you're doing, carrying the babies. he will cook, he will clean, he will do anything you ask of him so long as you request it (he loves you so much btw)

his bigger paintings are now on pause and instead he is now brainrotting over what the babies would look like, what their tails might look like, and thats really all he's sketching in his free time. he's genuinely so excited to meet them, he will talk to your tummy every now and then.

"hey my little pearls, how are you? are you treating mommy okay? make sure to let her get some sleep, don't kick her too much!"

he loves you so much, I am telling you he is so in love with you, and you have this glow around you as you're carrying the babies, he will want to hold your stomach and he will cuddle you (ONLY IF YOU WANT HIM TO I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH IF YOU DO NOT WANT HIM TO HE WILL OBEY—)

he actually cleaned up the studio (he doesn't want you to fall and get hurt, his chaos is now reserved for his own space that he set aside that you can't enter), he has so many books and online articles on parenting (he is anxious af and worries about being a good dad), and he is also... VERY HYPERAWARE THAT YOU ARE A HUMAN

HE IS MORE STRESSED BECAUSE YOUR TWINS ARE HALF-LEMURIAN AND HE IS PANICKING

ultimately the way most lemurian births work is THEY HAVE TO BE IN THE WATER. BUT YOU ARE A HUMAN. AND IT SCARES HIM, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT ANY COMPLICATIONS

he wants nothing tearing, he doesn't want you hurt, but the lemurian midwives are like "hey, your babies come out with the tails, they need to be in the water for this to work"

ultimately both of you are trusting the lemurian midwives for this and they are very helpful every step of the way, rafayel is also very keen on asking questions just to ensure you and the babies are safe

by the time the birth happens, you're in a small pool of water that's now deemed the nursing pool. when the babies come out, they're so tiny and their tails are super soft and fleshy, their scales haven't grown in yet and need time to really set in

they're sort of wading in the water and rafayel is advised to get in the nursing pool with you so the babies familiarize themselves with a lemurian parent and also their human parent (they need to form an attachment quickly to both of you), so rafayel is in his lemurian form, and boy is he about to cry

your babies are so small. he's in awe at how tiny they are, how precious the two little lives you've been carrying in your stomach could possibly be. their hands are smaller than his fingers, their tails are soft and they're so small.

but most importantly, you did so well. and he's thanking you over and over again for trusting him, for giving birth to wonderful miracles, for letting him be a dad and for being their mom, he's just so thankful because this is a future he's wanted for so long and he never expected to have it with you

as the twins grow up, they'll be situated mainly in the nursing pool but need to be under strict supervision, so expect rafayel to be the one sleeping in there in lemurian form for most hours of the day (he knows you get cold and need a break from the water)

I cannot stress this enough, rafayel is such an eager father to these little babies and he will do everything in his power to make sure they grow up healthy and happy (he doesn't want them to grow up the way he did after witnessing lemurian tragedy), he wants them to know how loved they are, how beautiful this world is, and also he wants to make sure that you know how loved you are too

he'll always gush about how cute the babies are and how they look just like you but how their mommy is the prettiest of them all, he'll check up on you for breaks while you're nursing them in the pool and offer to switch in. you're a team, a dynamic duo, and the babies being born will never change that

ok that ends my brainrot session (I have others for the rest of the boys and their children, they're at different stages of life tho and Xavier adopts actually so he's like the most different whoops lmk if you want those too ig?)

also yes he did lay lemurian eggs in you THAT IS NOT THE POINT OF THIS POST, THAT IS TO BE DISCUSSED IN ANOTHER ONE, WE WILL DISCUSS ANATOMY AT ANOTHER TIME

[angelltheninth]

ello! could i possibly rq some soft/teasing dom hcs with mydei and jiaoqiu with a shy fem s/o that's prone to getting very needy and affectionate with them in bed pls? ty! (and maybe some overstim if thats ok with u)

Possibly you could ask for that. And you might get it.

Pairing: Jiaoqiu, Mydei x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, gentle dom, teasing, gentle biting, pinned down, cuddlefucking

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A/N: Something about this scenario has me kicking my feet. And these two are so different, it was good practice writing for both.

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu is into cuddlefucking than anything where he pins you down, he is a huge fan of cuddles and he will wrap his arms around you, his fluffy tail tickling your thighs as he fucks his cock into you from behind in a steady pace

Soft dom!Mydei holds your wrists above your head so you can't hide your face while he hovers above you, your legs spread open by his broad hips, trembling more with every impact

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu playfully bites your ear while having sex, he loves watching you try to squirm away, that spot being particularly sensitive for you and one of his favorite weak spots to exploit

Soft dom!Mydei doesn't want you to be shy around him, especially not when you're having sex, when you're literally moaning his name, when your pussy is clenching around him, you chose that time to be shy, he won't let that happen

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu caresses and soothes you while you're trying to rock your hips back into his, needy, wanting more of his cock, wanting to feel him right against your ass but still too meek to ask him directly and openly

Soft dom!Mydei takes your chin between his fingers and looks into your eyes with a gentleness that should be impossible for a rough man like him, yet it's there, you see it, you feel it as he smooths his thumb over your chin and your lip, telling you he loves you

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu kisses your neck and shoulder, his sharp teeth pressing into your skin as he marks you up, causing you to shake with pleasure while making you hiss in pain

Soft dom!Mydei grinns hard when you finally let your voice out and tell him how deep you want to feel his cock, and even more when you take his hand and place it against your pussy

Soft dom!Jiaoqiu bickers with you when you tell him that you're gonna be sore tomorrow, but you were the one who asked him to fuck you faster because you couldn't come otherwise and if you didn't you were gonna be mad at him for the rest of the night

Soft dom!Mydei feels really proud when you're both spent on the bed and you ask him to hold you close, with his cock still inside of your cum-filled pussy, your heart drumming against your chest, your face red because it was because you asked for all of it

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 02.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw, thinking of making this a slow burn but we'll see.

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there, blood.

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: right now i wanna make this as sweet and lighthearted as possible, but i have a soft side for angst :) updates can become slow since my exams are coming up.

wc: 4.8k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

"you've gotta be kidding me.." jason muttered under his breath as he looked at you, infront of the counter, desperately finding your purse because your card just declined.

normally he didn't really come to cafés, he'd much rather either sleep in or anything but places that involved people. jason wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he hates the way he towers over people. being red hood, its advantageous, helps get shit done without even lifting a finger— thats where intimidation helps. there he's proud to be built like this. but as just jason, he sees the apprehensive looks, the judgy middle aged aunties suspicious looks all because he's a big guy who looks rough around the edges. it irks him truly, his body subconsciously tries to shrink as if that would do much.

unfortunately, dick was in a mood for brotherly bonding, as he worded it, and somehow getting a coffee together is bonding. and to make matters worse (or better?) he sees you, someone he has just spent weeks scrubbing off his mind. he succeeded too! (barely), yet now its down the drain as his eyes stayed glued to you while his hand twitched— to do something. save you this time, not from danger but he has a feeling embarrassment is somehow worse for you than almost getting shot.

dick comes back from the washroom, his brows furrowed as he looks at you at the counter, "i can just sense the embarrassment—" and then he pauses because what the hell is his brother doing?

jason steps forward, passing the annoyed people glaring daggers at you and gave the staff a nod, "I'll pay for her." he said politely, handing her the card. he was really trying his goddamn best not to look at you.

you stopped and raised your head to look at your saviour but realised that maybe the kind man was actually irritated enough that he'd rather pay for you than wait. horror and embarrassment seeped in as you took back your card from the staff.

"i am so so sorry for the hold up i caused— i- i honestly don't know why this was—" you begin to hurriedly apologise and he waves a hand, giving a smile that he hopes is at least polite.

"its alright. you don't need to apologise."

"no its not. do you come here often?" you requested and his eyes widened, tip of the ears going red as his brain practically shut down.

"oh wait no—" your eyes widened in horror as you shook your head, "no i meant– to pay you back. i would like to buy you a coffee someday as a payback." you explained, your hands becoming more animated.

upon realisation, his heart slowed down and he huffed out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "no that's not necessary." but then he paused as he observed you with a small amused smile, "but i don't think you're going to back down so okay."

that pulls out a sheepish smile from you, " so uh when are you free? next weekend uh..?" you asked politely, taking your coffee and immediately step out of the line, trying your best to ignore the loud sighs.

he doesn't what he's feeling. this wasn't how it was supposed to be. he was set on forgetting you— and he almost did, yet now here he is, planning a date.

no its not a date wtf—

"jason." he replied, "and im sorry but i really don't know if I'd be free on the weekend." he can't say why of course, he could have just lied and then ghosted you. that would have been for the best... yet he's aiming for something else.

"oh." your smile fell a bit before you looked up at him again, "is it alright to exchange numbers then? you could text me when you're free." you suggested and hoped he doesn't see you as a creep.

...that's exactly what he was aiming for.

"you really don't need to pay me back but.." he huffs out a smile as he scratches the back of his head, "i guess you won't take that as an answer so gimme your phone."

you take that time to really look at the stranger, he's really tall and built like a truck. you supposed most men in that size were intimidating as fuck but this man is anything but. you would swoon over him, you are, but its practically overshadowed by the persistent embarrassment.

he looked back up at you as he handed you your phone back and you quickly averted your eyes down at your phone. "jason." you murmured before looking up at him, smiling warmly, "thanks a lot jason, i'll hope to pay you back for the coffee soon, i promise."

"no rush, its okay. I'll text you when im free for that coffee." he nodded back at you and stared at your back as you found the literal corner of the cafe. you were going to stay but you were also too tired to leave just yet— so you shrunk yourself as much as you could, opening your laptop while sipping on your coffee. you could feel the stares— even his for that matter, but it wasn't as heavy and uncomfortable as others. like the show's over guys mind your own buisness?

you pushed the feel of discomfort out of you and focused on something better— good. bluish green. his eyes were kinda green, kinda blue you couldn't really see well, not only was he very tall but you were far too embarrassed to look at that handsome gentleman's eyes. but even the slightest glimpse of it stuck to the very nerves of your brain.

and so when you steeled yourself, taking a deep breath and encouraging yourself through yet another potential embarrassment, you stole a glance at him. right as you did, he quickly averted his gaze— his whole head actually as he started walking back to his spot.

you quickly looked back too, missing the way his jaw clenched— hands twitched, clenching and unclenching.

when he came back in line to stand beside dick he rolled his eyes, biting back a groan, "don't even—"

"its alright. you don't need to apologise." dick immediately mimicked with a cheshire smile, poking Jason's side while the other glared back at him. "i was just helping. thats all."

"yeah right." he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "sure you were. cus you're such a gentleman."

"no she was holding the line. and i need to get this stupid bonding time over with— thats why i helped." jason retorted defensively causing dick to gasp, feigning offense.

"did you just call our time stupid?!"

"i am never hanging out with you."

"heartbreak!"

"i am gonna strangle you—"

"hey pa." you said softly, the dim light of your monitor illuminating the paper cup that is in your hand, the one you're staring at. it wasn't the same from that day of course, but now whenever you buy coffee from a cafe your mind can't help but go back to him.

you were doing a personal project currently, amp up your skills but mostly to have fun. animating has been something your dad introduced you to when you were just a teen, and you turned into your livelihood.

"how's everything going? are you doing okay at work?" your dad asked, your lips twitching in amusement as you could sense the concern raging in his mind.

"its good dad. im doing fine." your thumb rubs at the seam of the cup, your mind partially elsewhere, the stranger— jason, to be specific.

"you're lying aren't you?" your dad sighed, "are you struggling with expenses? i can help you know— if you're forcing yourself in that job all because of the expenses—"

"calm down dad." you laugh quietly as you gently throw the cup in the bin beside your table, and then looking at your monitor, eyeing your current project. "its honestly not that bad. anyways, how's alyssa?"

"since when do you care about her?" your father snorted, his voice suddenly quiet and hushed, didn't want the missus hearing any of that.

"i was just being nice!" you scoffed out, but he is right, you were just making small talk. "she's alright. less moody and smiles more, so definitely better." he paused, as if debating, "we went on a date yesterday."

your father was an introvert like you, or well you got it from him maybe. he's always preferred to stay indoors, your mother was the wild one. she respected dad's boundaries but with her, your dad didn't mind going out of his comfort zone.

so you're glad he's becoming the old him again, even if its with alyssa.

your eyes lit up a bit, even though alyssa's the cause, you like that little giddiness in his voice. "that's wonderful! where'd you go?"

"nothing just exploring the town. oh yes! we went into a bar and danced a bit—"

"you danced?!"

"yeah why don't you shout and tell your neighbours too while you're at it?" your dad scolded you sarcastically and you grinned while you did your work.

"..yeah we did." he sighed and you could hear the smile on his face, "i wish you were here, to see that side of her. you would like her i know."

"hm its okay. you like her, that's enough." you doubt you'd ever like her as much your dad wanted you to but he doesn't need to know that.

after talking for a while you hung up and yawned as you leaned back in your squeaking chair, causing you to grimace.

your stared mindlessly at the screen before flashes of his face came to your mind. you smiled to yourself as you thought back to that encounter, you still don't go to that cafe. it was your favourite one and it kills you that you can't go– but you still feel self conscious whenever you go there or at least try to.

you had tried finding that man on socials, thinking he'd have a hell ton of following if he does indeed post. but came up with nothing, and you just assumed he didn't use much social. you had thought about texting him but it felt rather awkward to, since its been almost a week he hasn't responded to your 'hi', assuming he forgot about it or well, ignored it.

but really, what would you even say? your confidence isn't that high either that you could maybe 'rizz' him through texts, so to your dismay, you left it at that. just a memory that shows humanity ain't dead yet.

you got up while scratching your stomach, you should be sleeping but its a weekend and unfortunately for your body, you're yet to care about your messed up sleep schedule.

entering your kitchen you open your fridge, not bothering to switch on the lights. you rummage through a bit, fridge, cabinets— before simply settling on some noodles.

you took out a saucepan, about to switch on the light—

THUMP!

your body froze, blood running cold. that definitely came from your balcony. you know it did. sweat immediately formed on your forehead as you gripped the handle of the saucepan. there's no mistaking it— you're not gonna be one of the dumb ones from those horror movies. you keep your body absolutely steady and still as you take out a kitchen knife slowly, slowly—

"ugh— CLANK!"

that is definitely someone in your balcony. you almost let out a whimper, biting your lips hard. you start praying internally as you hold back tears. with a silent, deep breath you slowly turn around and flinch when you see the silhouette of someone. you still can't make it out accurately, you don't quite have a proper line of sight of your balcony but its closer to you than your room is, un-fucking-fortunately.

you slowly inch out of your kitchen, knife in one hand and saucepan in another. you almost felt like rapunzel and you would have laughed at yourself had it not been a really dire situation. because chances are, whoever that is, definitely isn't your flynn rider.

your hands were clammy, sweating furiously as you start to slowly inch to your room. you just need to get in, get your phone and call the police and hope for once the GCPD is on time.

but then you pause—

"fuck... she.. not hear me."

you know that modulated voice. your memory isn't exactly the best, which is concerning because you aren't old and senile yet, but you know that voice. it hasn't exactly been that long since you saved that girl and met red hood— you could never forget that voice.

and curiosity gets the better of you as your legs change trajectory, inching to the balcony instead of your room. the sliding door to your balcony was partially ajar and you cursed at your lack of self preservation.

his voice was coming out in huffs and sighs, little grunts and broken words— he sounded almost pained.

as you finally reached the edge, you risked a peak but flinched back when you heard shuffling, eyeing the shadow of him trying to get up. you were half sure— but you could never be too cautious, if its not him, you could be in a shit load of trouble.

it was getting increasingly hard to hold your breath, the shaky breath you took that sounded like wild winds to your ears.

finally, you gripped the knife and pan hard, preparing yourself for the now or never moment. you swung your pan and lifted your knife as your battle cry (which really just sounded like a dying cry) tore through the silence. you squeezed your eyes shut as you got but a glimpse of the huge man and just, attacked. swung like your life depended on it.

"wha— HEY! WOAH— fuck you almost stabbed me in the eye!" he gasped out, his hands wrapping around your wrists staring at the pan and the knife.

"huh—" you peaked your eyes opened, and there under the moonlight that illuminated him barely enough, you recognised that red helmet. your body immediately relaxed as you let out a heavy sigh. "thank god its not some thief." the pan and knife in your hands went lax and he almost flinched.

a mere citizen with a pan and a knife scared the crap outta red hood. the things that would do to his reputation if it got out.

but what really confused him is how you...relaxed. it was understandable when you weren't affected by his intimidating presence back in the alley, since you were clearly in a state of panic. but even now, it almost feels like you know him, the way your body relaxes like it trusts the vigilante.

he doesn't know what it is but it heals something in his scarred heart.

"what— what are you even doing in my balcony?" she questioned as her brows furrowed again, "so much for not stalking huh?"

and as if on cue his body snapped out of the trance you pulled him in, he winced when he felt that sharp ache on his sides. things always go sideways, but sometimes it goes a little too sideways. his body cowered a bit and your eyes followed down, brows furrowed in confusion as you try to discern anything in the darkness, and why he's pressing his hand on his side.

"sorry about this— I'll leave—"

"wait is that blood?" you whispered quietly, gulping down a gasp as your fingers brushed against the dark red liquid that was partially dried up on his side. "oh god you are bleeding."

"easy." he hissed as your fingers pressed a little too firm on the wound, his hand shooting out to grab yours, slowly pulling it away.

"oops." you muttered awkwardly as you took your hand out of his grip and took a step back to properly assess the wound, "you're really bleeding. that's a lot of blood."

"oh is that right?" he scoffed as he leaned against the railing, supporting his weight on the arm, "thanks i didn't even know." he exclaimed sarcastically and looked around. he really needed to leave, he was sure you were beginning to see him as a creep.

you sighed and stopped yourself from giving him a deadpanned stare before stepping back inside your apartment, sliding the door away for him to enter. he paused and you saw his head tilting down before looking back at you, as if he cannot comprehend what you're suggesting.

"what?"

"what 'what'? you're bleeding on my balcony!" you waved him in, holding both the knife and pan in your hand, "I'll at least fix that up. im no nurse but i do know the basic."

"oh no no i can manage just fine." he waved you off and turned around making you click your tongue in exasperation. you beat the knife against the back of the pan, making a loud CLANG! sound, and he flinched before turning around.

"you look less like red hood and more like a senile man with a spine problem and a red tin bucket stuck on his head. come in." you said, or rather scolded, pointing towards your couch with the knife.

he is red hood. he has seen enough bloodshed, a shit ton of guns and their types, knives, daggers— you name it. and yet the sight of you holding a kitchen knife, yes, for some reason that straightened him up.

"look you really don't need to—"

"i am not pitying you okay? i am just—" you paused as you exhaled in frustration, pushing your hair back with the back of your hand, "just think of it as returning a favour okay? you helped me back then. saved me from a shit ton of panic and wrong decisions— and from the gcpd. so let me help you back."

he stood there for a moment, staring at you in contemplation. he clenched his jaw and cursed his past self for even entertaining you that time, for staying long enough to get 'intrigued'. he knows he shouldn't step in, shouldn't let you help. you are a normal person, with a normal life and nothing ever good comes out from associating with a vigilante— especially the red hood. he wants to berate you for not being rational enough but he cannot, for he is quite the same at the moment. he knows the right decision but the devil on his shoulder murmurs, weakening his resolve.

besides, he really is hurt.

"and I'll also forget that you practically stalked me." you added, your lips twitching in slight amusement.

finally, releasing a heavy sigh he stepped in, dragged his feet inside and plopped down of the couch. "i did not stalk you. don't flatter yourself." he immediately felt bad though in case he got blood on the couch.

you smiled to yourself before hurrying to the cabinet in your bathroom.

he looked out of place in your apartment, it was cozy and though it looked worn down in a lot of places. it looked homely. a certain warmth in it that eased him slightly. he looked to your direction before down at his wound.

seriously why did he even come here? he was on the run and automatically his legs carried him in this direction before remembering you lived close. and he took shelter. he's never this idiotic and he could practically hear bruce berating him for yet another wrong decision. dragging a normal person in his life.

"okay— shit that is really a lot of blood." you murmured as you switched on the light, kit in your hands while the pan and knife rested on the coffee table.

you sat beside him, damp cloth in hand to clean the blood off him first. you held the cloth and turned to him, for a moment just stared at him, unsure of how to tell him to lift up his clothes which was pretty layered you could tell.

"what?" he grunted as his eyes narrowed at your awkward staring and you pointed down at abdomen, "uh— lift that up. please?"

now that things are a bit calm, you're starting to really process things. gauge the situation, which is ridiculous. you literally have the red hood bleeding on your couch, and under the warmth of your light, your rather normal yet homey apartment did nothing to ward off the intimidating aura that surrounded him. your apartment feels small because of him. you don't even know how you noticed none of that when you first met him. it doesn't deter you, no its too late for that, but it certainly adds that need to be cautious around him— it makes you suddenly conscious about your actions.

he notices the slight change in demeanor, the stiffening of limbs, stolen glances that really looked like they were trying to analyse how much of a threat he is. he is used to this kind of looks, the apprehension and a part of him is glad that you finally have some sense of preservation to be wary of a literal stranger/ vigilante in your home.... but another part maybe had hoped that you wouldn't be.

he had hoped that you wouldn't see him as the 'thug of a vigilante' like everyone does, he doesn't know why. he just met you, and yet he had developed expectations of you.

he bit the inside of his cheek, glad his helmet could conceal the irritated scowl on his face before he slowly peeled off his shirt and vest to reveal the cut. it was deep— would need stitches.

but besides the cut, and you feel very guilty for thinking this when he's hurt, but he is chiseled like a greek god. toned muscles and abs, a sliver of skin and it already has you wanting to trace them. out of appreciation, of course.

"that would need stitches I think." you remarked quietly, looking a bit green and he lets out a snort. "told you you shouldn't."

you sighed before you began slowly dabbing at the area around the wound, cleaning the blood and small debris off. "i can at least just— bandage it. you can get it stitched later. im sure you have someone to do it."

the sight of blood does nauseate you a bit, your brows and lips a bit furrowed as you focused on getting it cleaned as fast as possible.

"i knew how to do them once." you began, biting your lips often while concentrating, "my mother taught me that. but now im so out of practice i dont wanna make it worse." you murmured and he stared down at you in thought.

"you do know you don't actually owe me shit? i mean you did the heavy work in that alley." he said quietly and for a moment it felt as if that modulated voice carried more emotion than it should, "you didn't need to do this."

he sounded guarded, grumpy even. you chuckled under your breath before shaking your head, "i do actually. if you didn't come there i don't know what i would have done. if i simply ran from there the paranoia would have eaten me alive. but knowing i left it with you, a vigilante who knows what to do, i was at ease. less shaken."

you look up and smirk, "and if that still sounds bullshit to you then consider this an act of goodwill from a friend." you moved away to dip the cloth again in water.

"oh we're friends now?" he scoffed out, actually surprised you'd say that. you scrunched your nose as you pretended to be confused, "i mean we had a pretty good conversation. that has to count." you retorted amusingly, totally not serious.

"a conversation where you were panicking about the guy you knocked out." he pointed out and the mirth in his voice amplified enough to annoy you, "not to mention hurling blames on innocent me."

you paused and scoffed, looking up at him a defensively, "i was not in the right mind alright? and you were late." you scowled and began dabbing away a little too quickly. "i was nice later on."

he resisted the urge to laugh, you were still stuck on that. "oh and by the way—" he paused to adjust himself on the couch, leaning back, "i am not stalking you."

your eyes lit up for a moment, as if glad he reminded you that, "oh so you just happened to stumble on my humble abode hm?" you narrowed your eyes at him, "red, if you found me hot you coulda just said that." you murmured smugly, lips pulled into a cheeky smile as you moved away, fetching the ointments to apply.

he scoffed at that, scoffing way too loud to maybe drown out the way his heart drummed when you smiled like that. "trust me, if i found you hot you'd know." he said sarcastically and you gave him a mock stink eye before applying the ointment.

if only you knew that he did find you hot. very hot.

"your apartment happened to lie on my way." he added with a shrug, his muscles tensing and contracting when the ointment stings the open wound. you do your best to not stare at anywhere else but the wound, really you are trying your best.

"of course and your legs just happened to fall on my balcony hm?" you murmured teasingly as you covered it up with a bandage.

"...yes it did." he replied quietly and curtly, and you just hummed a smile before standing up. "so that's done. let me clean up I'll get you a glass of water." you said as you began picking up the bowl and cloth. "you want to eat something? the blood loss might have made you a bit woozy."

you pause. he paused. you just know he's giving you the most blank deadpanned stare under that mask.

"you do know i have a—"

"yeah i know i know— i just forgot about the helmet." you grumbled quietly in embarrassment before walking away.

he watches you walk back and forth between the bathroom, washing your hands and rearranging the things back. he notices you're meticulate. he sweeps his gaze around the apartment, nothing is amiss, everything in its place as it should be except a few strays lying around. another observation down his mental diary about you, you're organised. mostly.

and then he remembers the interesting set of weapons you had and he lets out a snort which gets your attention as you were walking to the kitchen. "what?"

he's peeling his clothes back down when he shakes his head in response. "nothing."

"tch— what, red?"

"....a pan."

you groaned quietly as you rushed into the kitchen, "were you seriously gonna pull a rapunzel on me?" he called out sarcastically making you let out a involuntary laugh.

"no i just—" you pause as you laugh, drinking from the glass while you stayed standing, "i was about to make some noodles. and then i heard that loud thump sound so i just— i had it in hand!" you explained haphazardly as you rolled your eyes.

"still. a pan?"

"its better than nothing— oh quit it." you rolled your eyes as you put the glass down before you crossed your arms, raising a brow at him.

"how the hell are you gonna leave though? the front door?" he got up with a slight wince as he head back to the balcony.

"wait you're seriously gonna parkour back to your house? the bandage might open up!" you gawked at him as you followed behind, "so much effort and all down the drain."

"so that's what you're worried bout huh?" he scoffed sarcastically as he turned to looked down at you and you shrugged, "i mean im proud of my work. i don't wanna see it get ruined."

"you're heartless."

"i'll take that as a compliment."

you heard a muffled laugh coming from him, your eyes lingering on him for a few moments as your hands fidgeted with each other behind your back.

"uh take care!" you called out suddenly, worried about the vigilante maybe, while he fought to keep his heart from getting ahead of itself.

"don't worry this will be the last time i bother you."

"just don't get hurt, red."

"....."

"....."

"last time, huh?"

two weeks later, and you found red in your balcony again, this time with another wound in the opposite side, just as deep as last time. it makes you wonder if the vigilante has really come to trust you, even just a shred, to come to you when he's hurt. it warms your heart.

"i was gonna sing rapunzel let down your hair—"

"i will push you off my balcony."

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[talisidekick]

I know I should be streaming right now, but I said I'd stop talking politics so much on stream and I need to get this out.

One of the great conservative control tactics that conservative families use on their own family members and peers is "embarrassment and shame". They call out behaviour they don't like, and instead of explaining why they think it's bad and you shouldn't do it and LEAVING IT THERE, they follow it up with publically sharing what you did with others not involved and embarrassing you to peers who then shame you for it.

Having been the subject of this treatment for years growing up, it is a powerful manipulation tactic of wielding human emotion against you. It makes it exceedingly HARD to leave the "in group" because the threat of being shamed and embarrassed is being provided by the same people offering protection against it; all you have to do to be protected is stay in line. It forces you to ignore outside factors telling you different things to avoid being made to feel shitty. It's a form of thought policing.

So how do you break someone out of it?

Honestly? Encouragement. Getting told "I'm proud of you for [x thing]" does wonders. You get bogged down by all the potential negativity that any positivity is something to hold onto. And if you're getting positivity and encouragement from outside the circle, you're more likely to step outside it. But there's a step further. Providing a path for change. Suggesting other areas you'd be happy to see change, or areas others would appreciate you change, helps set the path to go down.

Like, I know we all like to joke about trans people being weak to positivity. I especially see a lot of jokes about praising trans women and making a friend for life/pact/etc. But thats grounded in something very real. A lot of trans people have grown up in conservative households, neighbourhoods, or been subjected to conservative pressure to make them conform. They've suffered the "embarrassment and shame" tactics first hand. Why do you think something like praise would be so effective? Because the conservative tactic is to starve someone from positivity to then slowly provide small portions of it to encourage their desired behaviour; whether that be hating a certain group or embodying certain gender norms.

So what am I saying here?

Calling out bad behaviour isn't enough. Mocking someone for their shit decisions constantly will only entrench them where they are. You've got to provide them an achievable goal, and the enemy to their conformism is encouragement and positive feedback.

Knowing this, having lived this, I've had more success with statement like "I'd appreciate it if ...", "I'd be happier if ...", "It's great when you ...", and "I'm proud you ..." or "It's heartwarming when you ..." than saying I hate something, or don't like something. Now that once again doesn't mean don't call out shit behaviour. It means follow it up with something. "I dislike when you ..." should be followed up with "I'd appreciate it if ...". And of course there may be pushback, but providing or reiterating the desired positive path has a better effect.

Point being, giving facts to someone won't make them listen when they're entrenched in an emotionally manipulative political game. We've seen it time and time again. Emotion beats facts every time. So use both. Because they're only using one.

TL;DR: Conservative thought control works by starving someone of attention and positivity only to provide a bit of both to encourage desired behaviour and opinions. Fight this by offering positivity and encouragement via a path to change, and frame it not just with fact, but with a focus on positive emotions. In fact, be a bit more emotional than you are factual. Emotions speak louder, so use both.

[doveywovy]

tobiizu au where madara, hashirama, izuna, and tobirama all are professional chefs who go on a competition cooking show. its the kind where you can sabotage your opponent throughout the process *or* just focus on your work and try to make the best dish possible.

madara and hashirama go for good clean competition, no cheating, no sabotaging. it ultimately ruins their real-world friendship because they're hypercompetitive and prone to emotional outbursts. madara loses in the second round and immediately starts yelling about how it's rigged because Hashirama's food is overcooked, hashirama loses in the third round and starts talking shit about madaras "deconstructed plating, as if any of that mess was intentional". around the last round they do both use a sabotage against eachother, thus destroying any remaining trust they once had. they don't speak to eachother for ten years after the episode is filmed.

izuna and tobirama both go all in on the sabotages. as tobirama puts it, they're basically equally skilled as chefs, so the deciding factor will be how much bullshit they have to cook around. izuna's own talking-head statement is just that if he wanted to cook normally he wouldn't be on the Insane Sabotage Cooking Show.

Never before have two chefs spent so much time and effort on messing each other up during an episode. There's over ten sabotages per round, each one piled on top of the last. They barely manage to plate for judgement, and neither of them come out looking great to the judges. To be fair, how good a meal could you make if you had to cook it with your non-dominant hand using only a rice cooker with all of your ingredients in unlabeled bags, and having to use children's scissors instead of a knife? it's edible and thats an achievement.

this ultimately means neither of them are taking the cooking aspect to heart, so the competition is less personal and a lot more fun. it's not a judgement of their actual skill. Plus, because they're both going equally ridiculous with how many sabotages they do, it doesn't feel personally targeted.

they start dating before the episode ends (while continuing to sabotage eachother, of course) and get married a few months later.

[kisspurins]

i absolutely HAVEEE to get on the kyrell is hung train like im sorry but it's absolutely true... the signs are all there... but like the first time u see him in all his glory ur like wow ur so big and he has the biggest proudest grin (u know the one) but he's like what! cuz he is so oblivious to his own size... and it turns out he's too big to fit (and he's like O_o) so he has to finger u first to get u warmed up and once he's in he's so accidentally rough... like he's the kindest and sweetest but he's so big and strong that he's thrusting into u a lot harder than expected... and once he gets used to it he starts to tease a lot and if u ask him to dirty talk he does sooo good bc every word just rolls off his tongue so smoothly and GAWDDDD i could keep going forever i need the nda so bad

oh nonie please feel free to keep going forever and ever and ever 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ actually giggling over this rn you don't know how bad i wanna gatekeep but i'm sweet!! kicking my feet "you know the one" i do i do i do i do i do i do i DOOOOOO!!!!!!

okay to start hung kyrell </3 thats it thats the post!! but seriously you're so right :( when he pulls out his dick for the first time you can't help but to gasp at how big he is.... tip red n leaking and you can tell hes not even fully hard yet :( n he just.... groaning a little by how glossy your eyes look while you're staring at him and how you look so dumb and lost in thought !!! has a little smirk while watching your every move and how you rub your thighs together staring at him longer before asking you whats wrong and why're you so quiet all of a sudden :( it would be so humiliating having to tell him that hes too big for you n you don't think he'll fit!!! n kyrell doesn't get what you mean until your fingers are wrapping around his base and god you can barely wrap them all the way around :( n it makes him harder seeing you struggle :((( thinking of how small you are....breaking you in.....being the first person to have you so dizzy n delirious from just looking at his dick!!!!

kyrell sooooo uses fingering when prepping!!! its the only way he knows that'll get you slick enough to take even the tip :( he has such pretty long fingers.... him getting his fingers covered in spit before rubbing on your clit, so slow n teasing while you're in his lap.. how he would call you so precious n his sweet girl while hes overstimulating you n :( batting your eyes up at him bcs you're soo close but want him inside..... doesn't actually push any fingers inside until your head is so melted from his praise n gross sloppy kisses!!! ky likes to take you by surprise so when hes pressing kisses on your cheek n suddenly he pushes a finger in you're feeling so icky!!!!! him having to cover your mouth n hes going "shhh shhh" bcs your legs are closing around his hand and your mouth is letting out the cutest sounds that kyrell thinks hes gonna hurt you if he keeps hearing it so he has to cover your mouth :( pushing in another finger so hes knuckles deep with two fingers.... scissoring your pussy open while he says the sickest things but its so laced with how sweet he is!! saying "so perfect around me baby. gonna split you on my cock?" or "there you go. taking it so well for me" n !!!!!! so hard not to fall apart all over him when hes talking so sweet :(

when he does get to spreading your legs :(( kyrell really doesn't mean to be so rough with you!! doesn't even think about how you must feel when hes holding you still, so big and strong his entire frame is leaving you feeling so hopeless :( how he would push your legs open and slot himself in between them and you can't wiggle or squirm as hes pressing his fat tip to your entrance!!!! pushes in and groans feeling you squeeze around him n :( just can't help himself!!! i mean hes not even thinking when he starts thrusting in you </3 pushing his big fat tip into your cervix n you’re whining about how it’s too much... too deep n hes too rough but he just!!! doesn't even realize hes breaking your limits 😞 kyrell holds your legs up while hes fucking into you and its like your cunt memorizes the feeling of him immediately because all you can do is babble n shake n twitch and gosh hes so gross!!!! dirty talking n ky is my favorite because i just know hes so effortlessly good with it :( so deep n you can feel his heavy balls slapping against you n he goes "there you go, taking it all for me. my good girl" in your ear before pressing sloppy kisses on your jaw :( says how perfect you are for him all the time says "this pussy was made for me" n idk!!!! he says it so casually like its the most common thing to say to you n his voice would be so low and intimate n </3333 especially when he says you're dumb or something :( calling you his dumb little girl but hes filling your cunny till its so full hes dripping out </3

[cookiecakecookie-cake]

Had to hype myself up a bit before sending (ough. Augh.) But if you're willing, I would LOVE to see some choco werehound brute x reader headcanons, with a focus around the reader working with her :]!! Much appreciated!!

OhohHOHOHOOHO. CHOCO WEREHOUND/SCHWARZWÄLDER MY BELOVED. I will ABSOLUTELY do this. Also, so real on hyping yourself up, sometimes also have to do that, too. </3 -cookie cake

♡-Choco Werehound Brute/Schwarzwälder x Reader Headcannons-♡

(cws: Fluff! Schwarzwälder is occasionally reffered to with she/her. Reader is called "queen" once, but is kept gender neutral throughout.)

For a bit she doesn't even realize how she feels about you.

You're his favorite person to be around! You're fun to destroy things with! You support his dreams! You have such a cute lil face, too!

It's just because of that why his tail is always wagging uncontrollably when you're around! You're super special friends! Thats it! Nothing else!

(Don't think about how much you invade his thoughts in a way that none of his other friends do.)

After one too many rants about how much Werehound loves to spend time with you, Licorice Cookie HAS to intervene for his own sanity.

"You dolt, do you even realize that you have a thing for them?!"

"What thing?"

"WITCHES. ABOVE."

Werehound is kinds in denial about it for awhile after Licorice Cookie points it out. And then it starts thinking back to all the moments you've spent together and it starts to click in place.

The way that Werehound would beg you to join him on even the smallest of errands...

The way that she would go out of her way to impress you with flashy new moves (or dresses)...

And the fact that it memorized the sound of your footsteps so it knows exactly when you're coming around! Augh! Why does it all make so much more sense now!

Shes uncharictaristically huffy and avoidant afterwards, usually she's all over you, but now she goes out of her way to avoid going on missions with you? Did you do something wrong?

Licorice Cookie can't decide if he should stay back and watch this go down with popcorn or walk up to the two of you and point towards the large, glaringly OBVIOUS writing on the wall.

He doesn't have to wait for long, thankfully.

One day, you decide you've had enough of this! You want your crush friend back!

You find him all alone, training with his hammer. You call out to him and he almost jumps in surprise.

"Schwarzwälder... you keep on avoiding me. I don't know what happened, but I'll do whatever I have to to make it up for you."

"NO! It's not that!" Your sad face is way too much for her, and she scrambles to find the right words to fix this. "You didn't do anything! Not a thing! It's just that- that-!"

You look up at him with that cute little face of yours and it's suddenly its hard to even talk.

"It's that.... thaaat...."

"That?"

"AUUUGH! IT'S THAT YOU'RE TOO CUTE!!"

He suddenly looks at you in horror as he tries to cover his face with his paws. Augh!! No, no, no! Why did he say that?!

And now you're laughing at him, too, this is so awful!!!

"Oh Schwarzwälder, you shoulda told me... I think you're cute too, you know?"

Wait what.

Meanwhile, Licorice Cookie watches from a distance with binoculars and collapses on his knees. FINALLY. RELEASE.

If only he knew that this was only the beginning.

If you two weren't clingy before, you DEFINITELY are now. If you or somebody else doesn't say "No, you can't come with." then he's stuck to your side like glue.

Even during the smaller tasks, like fetching things or mixing dough, she's right next to you, doing what she can to help and cheering you on the whole time!

Fighting alongside you is one of his favorite things to do, no matter your role.

If you're on the frontlines with her, she's absolutely elated as you both practically dance around your enemies, weapons working in tandem to beat them to a pulp!

If you're someone that tends to do damage from a distance, he's gonna carry you forwards, craving a way through the battlefield and getting rid of anyone who gets a bit too close while you charge up for your big attack!

And, if you're on the more supportive side, you better believe she's going above and beyond to keep you safe. Any healing or buffs she receives from you feel like they have twice the effect, you're her panacea!

Once the job is done, no matter what it may be, he'll scoop you up in his arms for a big hug and maybe even some cuddles. Hugs with Werehound are the best, since he's so fluffy. He maintains his fur very well, even if he's evil, its no excuse to stay unkempt!

Licorice Cookie groans every time you two are gushy and romantic together but he's happy for you two. He just won't show it. He'll even make excuses for you two to go out and do something fun together if Pomegranate Cookie tries to pry in your buisness.

Choco Werehound Brute wants to be the most feared monster around, the king of monsters, even! Won't you stay by her side and be her queen?

[valiantothello]

This interpretation really has my heart. Seeing Bruce make his vow not because of some arbitrary moral reasons but because he sees himself in ZUCCO and not Dick and fully realises the ability he has to hurt people like how Dick and his parents were.

Lemme walk you through my thought process here.

Bruce and Zucco come from the same tax bracket. The same luxurious homes, the same neighbourhoods, the same status and ethnicity and privilege.

And in the first iteration of Dick's introduction Zucco RAN gotham city like how Bruce was this influential philanthropist even way back when he was just a millionaire and not a gazillionaire.

So we have two sides of the same coin here, right?

So, what does he have in common with Dick that he doesnt have even MORE so with the likes of Zucco?

Tragedy. Thats all.

It's like this, Bruce protected the city through violence and the killing of people he thought didnt deserve to live.

Zucco ravaged the city through violence and killing people he thought didnt deserve to live.

So, tell me. Who could Bruce REALLY truly see himself in? The kid who faced the death of his parents like him or the guy who mirrors Bruce in everything but intention?

As such, by vowing not to kill when making Dick Robin, Bruce USES his privilege to protect gotham and as such never allows himself to become Zucco. Never allows himself to be a man who kills people who doesn't follow the rules he sets for the town he lives in with no regard as to how others many feel about said rules.

By Bruce swearing the oath WITH dick which is so so so key here i feel, unlike in later iterations which has him loom over Dick as he swears fealty to him like a dog to its master, they both swear themselves servants to GOTHAM as a whole.

It's justice and chivalry and heroism and a fairytale. It's a fight against exploitation (for Dick) and a fight against corruption (for Bruce). Its Bruce seeing this tiny kid and thinking I'm not going to become someone who hurts and kids like this him. Kids like ME!

It's Bruce learning class consciousness I feel.

And Its REALLY all thanks to @internal-ethics here on tumblr who came up with the brilliant meta of Bruce seeing himself in Zucco and not Dick. Shoutout and kudos to them they live rent free in my mind.

Batman Robin and Candles

(Detective Comics #33, Detective Comics #38)

Thinking about the first days Batman and his serial killer rampage across Gotham (he killed like nine people). About how he vowed to avenge his parent's murder by a random crook by warring on all criminals.

And then how Bruce met a little orphan at a circus and changed his tune to fighting corruption and "never swerving from the path of righteousness". And Batman never killed again.

(Dark Crisis #7)

And they brought this vow back up. Even Bruce's vow how it helped him as a child. But they didn't explore the implications enough here. That candle represented a promise to justice. What Bruce is saying here is yes the candle was there but the candle itself didn't matter. He was making a promise to Dick Grayson to never sway from the path of the righteous. Batman made a vow to Robin.

The candle was what they physically swore on but every time Bruce looked over at Dick he was and is reminded about his vow to fight corruption and be righteous.

I want someone to ask Batman why he doesn't kill and to tell them he made a promise to his son that he wouldn't. I want a bitter angry debate about a promise Bruce made a child overriding the reality of how terrible the villains are. Of what 'the path of righteousness' means.

Also, it would kind of go crazy for Bruce to look Jason in the eyes and say he was responsible for protecting Jason and he's so so sorry he failed but he has never and will never be responsible for avenging him or anyone else ever again.

[britneyshakespeare]

Being then in a pleasant frame of mind (from which I infer that poisoning is not always disagreeable in some stages of the process), I resolved to go to the play. It was Covent Garden Theatre that I chose; and there, from the back of a centre box, I saw Julius Caesar and the new Pantomime. To have all those noble Romans alive before me, and walking in and out for my entertainment, instead of being the stern taskmasters they had been at school, was a most novel and delightful effect. But the mingled reality and mystery of the whole show, the influence upon me of the poetry, the lights, the music, the company, the smooth stupendous changes of glittering and brilliant scenery, were so dazzling, and opened up such illimitable regions of delight, that when I came out into the rainy street, at twelve o'clock at night, I felt as if I had come from the clouds, where I had been leading a romantic life for ages, to a bawling, splashing, link-lighted, umbrella-struggling, hackney-coach-jostling, patten-clinking, muddy, miserable world.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, "Chapter 19: I Look About Me, and Make a Discovery"

[dreamyblanket]

Yearning from the nothing dimension [rambling in tags ^^]

[batcavescolony]

I see a lot of people upset about William Kaplan being dead and no one mourning him cus Billy stole his body and I just don't see it that way. The kid in Wanda Vision is Billy Maximoff, The teenager at the Bar Mitzvah is William Kaplan, the Teen that got taken to the hospital after the wreck is neither and both Billy Maximoff and William Kaplan. That Teen went home with the abilities of Billy Maximoff, to the home of William Kaplan, with memories of neither and lived there for three years. He cares about Rebecca and Jeff, he lied to the to protect them from pain, they are his parents. He wants to find Tommy, he has magical powers, he wants to know who he is. All of these things are true. I wouldn't say William Kaplan is dead he just doesn't remember, like Agatha wasn't dead when he was Agnes, she just didn't remember.

[babymoon-love]

The whole point of Harry not being able to learn/use occlumency it's bc he doesn't want to... And this it's something that not only keep being saying over and over again in OOTP but also in DH

In OOTP Harry it's obsessed with the door he keeps seeing in his dream, he wants to know what's behind that door and when he learn that the door it's not only a dream but something that really exist and it's also related to Voldemort, then Harry decide he need to keep seeing it (And later, when he see what happened to Arthur, Harry convinced himself that it was a good thing he keep having those glimpse of Voldemort mind bc that way he can help the order).

Yes, Harry is a traumatized child. And if it wasn't obvious, Harry has a hard time letting adults handle things, due to his abusive home life. Harry grew up independent and believes he should protect himself, because he learned from a young age not to rely on others for protection.

In other words, Harry has to act like adult himself for his own survival.

And this it's where the "problem" come from, this its why he doesn't put any effort to learn has to do occlumency. Harry, for the first time it's treated as a kid by the adults on his life, they don't let him joy to the order, they don't tell him their plans, they don't tell hin what voldemort it's doing, they don't tell him anything. This makes Harry feel uneasy and useless.

He needs to know these things because it makes him feel safe, because he need to know what's going on. Everyone believes that Harry has the ability to do occlumency: Dumbledore, Hermione, Lupin and Yes, even Snape. It's Harry himself who doesn't want to (He doesn't even study or practice how Snape tell him to do, BC HE DOESN'T WANT TO, and Snape know it, Snape actually told him how he know that the whole reason the occlumency lessons are not working is because Harry doesn't try at all)

And the other reason those lessons didn't work was because Harry didn't like Snape (and this, in case - again - it wasn't obvious) made Harry see everything Snape did in a bad light and consequently made him want to do the opposite of what he (Snape) told him to do, Harry didn't respect him as a teacher and because of that, didn't take his lessons seriously.

Harry is predisposed to fail occlumency lessons even before he goes to his first class.

Even Harry himself admits that he didn't put any effort into his lessons, which is why he later felt so guilty about what happened to Sirius, even though the only ones to blame were Voldemort and Bellatrix.

Also, the thing about the pensieve. That chapter it's called "Snape's worst memory" has not occurred to your mind that Snape response it's childish bc its a trauma response? Of course he doesn't act matured or collected, thats the last thing on your mind when you feel triggered.

Snape felt ashamed, mocked, and vulnerable. He, as adult, was acting childish bc he was feeling exactly how his 16 years old self felt during that event. If you want to do a criticism or an analysis about his character the lest you can do is not down play his trauma (even if you dislike him). Because if you can't even recognize he was a traumatized kid who later grows in a traumatized adult, then you didn't understand his character (But you obviously didn't even understand Harry character and he was our mc)

sorry but snape is terrible at his job. when he was giving harry occlumency lessons, he kept telling harry to just clear his mind and continued attacking his mind and belittling him when he got it wrong?

sorry, how is a heavily traumatised child who has literally been dragged through hell and back in this book alone and who you’ve done nothing but unfairly punish, insult and belittle ever since he got to this school supposed to instantly just “clear his mind”? like be so for real.

him being angry at harry for looking in the penseive at his memories is just childish and hypocritical.

okay so he crossed a boundary, as if you haven’t crossed multiple with harry since he got to this school - jumping at every opportunity to get him trouble, enabling malfoy’s treatment of harry, punishing him unfairly.

harry crosses a line once and you’re so pissed to the point that you’re intentionally dropping his potion on the floor and giving him get a zero? actually grow up.

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm having incoherent thoughts about clone danny again from the clone/clone^2 au (when am I not?) but more specifically I'm thinking about his reaction to finding out he's a clone. The standalone clone au digs into that a little more than clone^2, which is more focused on Danny and Damian's relationship. But neither (so far) really get into Danny's issues about finding out he's a clone after 15 years of thinking he wasn't.

Because he resents his parents for not telling him for so long. He resents the way he found out; through a trivial school project rather than a sit-down talk. He resents the fact that, apparently, they had meant to tell him sooner. But forgot. He resents the fact that they never told him because finding out feels like something was stolen from him when it had the chance to not be.

Danny Fenton, just fifteen, cloned not even half a year ago, knows what that personal violation of autonomy feels like. He knows what it's like to be cloned and while he loves Ellie, he does, she's his sister, and in this au his twin. But he is still left with that feeling of unsafety after realizing he'd been cloned. Being cloned is violating. The onset realization that it's so easy to get DNA without the other party noticing, and that what was stopping someone from trying to clone him again?

Followed only after with the rest of the inexplainable mix of feelings of being cloned, the rest of that inner conflict and panic that's an ugly mocktail of emotions that range from horror to fear. Trying to imagine what it's like to be cloned from the cloned party, and I imagine that it leaves you with the feeling of needing to crawl out of your own skin with discomfort.

And then he gets put on the other side of it. Danny Fenton, only fifteen, was cloned not even half a year ago, finding out he is a clone. And reactions, I imagine, can vary from person to person. But to him, it feels like something got stolen from him, like someone took a hole puncher and stuck it right into his chest and stole a chunk of himself from him.

It changes nothing about him and yet it changes everything. It's a betrayal on it's own to just find out he was a clone and they didn't tell him for fifteen years -- it shouldn't mean anything, because he's still Danny, and yet it means everything. It's him, it's him, it's about him. It's his personhood. It's about the fact that a load-bearing rock in his identity just crumbled beneath his feet and now there's a rockslide.

Because then he finds out that they used the wrong DNA. Its like pouring salt in an open wound. He's not even related to his parents or his sister, when for years he thought he was. It's the fact that pieces of his identity that he's been so secure in for so long just got ripped away from him in an instant. Then they tell him -- only through his own horrified prompting -- that the person whose DNA they used -- Bruce Wayne -- didn't even know he existed. That they accidentally used the wrong DNA, then didn't tell the person whose DNA they used.

The betrayal of being lied to for years turns really quickly into horror at his own existence. Something very similar to the horror he felt at being cloned and the skin-crawling discomfort that made him feel like his own skin wasn't really his. And then its not. It's actually not. Nothing but his own name feels like it belongs to him anymore -- not his hair, not his eyes, not his heart or his lungs, nothing feels like his anymore and he didn't know what that felt like until it was gone.

It's a question of Nature Vs. Nurture -- where does the line of "nature" begin and where does the line of "nurture" end? What of him is actually his? What of him is Bruce Wayne's? It's not logical, it's not supposed to be. It's a load-bearing wall on the house of his identity being destroyed and now everything else is caving down in on him. What belongs to Danny, what belongs to Bruce Wayne?

[solarpunkani]

"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"

OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.

"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"

OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it

"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"

OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.

"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"

I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.

I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.

Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.

So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.