#or that i know i want to work in animation.. but i do not even know where to start

[kdh-tally]

HIIIIII can i request a fic for saja boys, separately, where the reader just bites them? no reason to but just saw them and wanted to…how would the guys react?

Saja Boys x Reader Who Bites

Prompt : The boys find out you have an animalistic side that makes you bite them at random. OR you bite the boys once and see their reactions.

Author's Note : A bit shorter than my usual work but i didn't wanna get too repetitive lmao. I did love this request though especially because i feel like it catered to Mystery 😭😭😭

Mystery

He bites you back immediately.

Absolutely no hesitation about it.

Lets say you were cooking something for the both of you and asked him to hand you a spoon to stir the food. 

He, not knowing any better, hands you he spoon while watching you cook.

You, unable to resist the urges, find yourself biting into his skin and he freezes.

He stares at you without speaking and you think he might just brush it off.

But then he leans in and bites your arm back.

“What the fu-”

“You bit me first” he’d say, brushing his hair back to stare at you.

Jaw dropped.

You weren’t expecting him to reciprocate ☹️

And now you’re even more flustered than before.

From that moment on, every time you bite him, he returns the favour.

You bite his arm? He’s biting your fingers.

Bite his cheek? He’s biting you back.

At the end of the day you both always end up on the couch or somewhere similar, tiny matching bite marks all over like two weird cats.

“I’m in love with a feral animal,” he’d mumble, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“You bark at people, Mystery. You’re one to talk”

Abby

My guy is lost.

“Did something happen to you….”

He genuinely thinks you might have gotten possessed.

You bite into his shoulder one day when he’s getting something off a high shelf and he just… blinks down at you.

“Babe, did you just bite me?”

He’s so confused. 

“I couldn’t help it. You just looked so yummy…”

He’s kinda flustered but is still lost, “So you bit me????”

“Yea”

“I’m not food???”

“I know”

Rubs the spot with a frown but then flexes like, “Okay but… how hard was it? Be honest.”

He still malfunctions whenever you do it. 

So now you use it to get him to shut up.

One day you were just trying to get some sleep in and he kept insisting that you go with him on a walk.

You grabbed his arm and bit into it lightly and he wasn’t able to think for the next 10 minutes.

After that, it becomes a habit.

He’ll ramble about how cute you are or how you’re gonna be late and you’ll just casually chomp and suddenly he’s like: “…what was I saying?”

Doesn't complain. Not once. Might start calling it your “weird lil affection thing” while grinning like an idiot.

Baby

He was gaming in Mystery’s room, he likes his set up, and was winning against the online people.

All of a sudden he feels this sharp pain on his neck.

“EXCUSE ME?”

Your initial reaction to this is to burst out in laughter.

Your so used to his deep voice so hearing it increase in pitch when he was screaming was absolutely hilarious.

He drops whatever he’s holding, hands on his hips as he glares you down. “Do I LOOK like a walking snack??”

He seems like he could be a tad bit sassy.

The funny thing is that this has happened before.

This isn’t the first time you’ve bit him. Its just the first time you chose such a random spot and time to do it.

He, like Mystery, will bite you back, but not immediately.

He’ll wait until your so deeply focused on something before biting the tip of your ears.

It’s not a gentle bite either, he’ll use his little demon fangs to ensure that you FEEL it.

Afterward he's like, “Yeah we’re even now. You’re so lucky you have such a forgiving boyfriend.”

He tells people, “My s/o's love language is chewing on me like a teething baby.”

Romance

Turns this into a major flirting opportunity. 

He’s trying to help you brush something off your hoodie. He gets confused when you grip onto his wrist, but his eyes almost fall out of their sockets when you bite onto one of his fingers.

“Did you just…bite me?” he whispers. Will stare at you like you just sent him a blessing.

“Is this what Zoey meant when she was talking about cuteness aggression?” he’d mumble, trying to understand why on earth you’d bite into him.

He quickly gets over it.

“Angel, if you wanted my attention you could've just asked~”

Now you’re over here trying not to let him see how flustered he got you.

Will let you bite him whenever and wherever.

He’ll just shove his hands into yours and let you have fun.

He’s the type to be like “You hungry?” whenever you start looking at him too long.

At some point you start to think he might have a biting kink or something cause he’s just a bit too enthusiastic to let you bite him….

He enjoys it though.

Thinks it's endearing.

Will 100% offer himself up for whenever you feel the need to eat a person.

Jinu

Confused but also into it??

You bite him on the arm while he’s reaching past you to grab something, totally unsuspecting.

He stops and stares at you. 

Similarly to Abby he has no idea what just happened and is processing it slowly.

“Wh—did you just—? You bit me?”

He sounds so softly confused like he’s not sure whether to be scared or propose.

Starts rubbing the spot and kind of laughing to himself, clearly short-circuiting.

“Okay. Alright. No, that's cool. That’s—um…”

“Jinu are you okay? I’ll stop if it makes you feel uncomf-”

“NO! I-i mean no.”

Tries to play it off like it’s nothing, but literally cannot stop glancing at the bite mark every five seconds.

Then out of nowhere he leans in a little and mutters, “If you wanted a taste, you could’ve just said so.”

Now YOU’RE lot.

Wasn’t he just tweaking out a few moments ago???

Where did the sudden confidence come from?

You’re short-circuiting. He’s short-circuiting. Everyone explodes.

He loses said confidence fast and immediately tries to back track. 

“I mean—not that I taste like—wait no—okay.”

Still, from then on, he lets you bite him anytime. Just silently offers up his arm or hand with a little shrug.

If you stop? He’ll get pouty and real quiet. 

He’ll mumble something like, “You don’t bite me anymore…did I do something wrong?”

[rawme-price]

I don't wanna be that person to ask for another part, but I love the tramatized Shifter au. I really wanna know what happened to them. Does Price find out? If so what happens? I love your work so please feel free to ignore this! You are just darling and really make my day with no matter what you write! :) I'd die for Price to get mad at the other team. For all of 141 to be furious with them.

Hehe glad yall like it:) so last we left off with dog shifter!reader, soap had been called in as the resident dog shifter, right?

Well after he talks you into getting some food for gaz and you (mostly for you, but he knows you wouldnt accept that), soap isnt even out the door when he encounters his first problem. You stop dead in ur tracks before the door, looking at him anxiously. "Can I shift?" You ask, and it breaks his heart that you even want to ask instead of just doing what feels right. "My team might see me..."

Soap takes a breath, mentally shoots your team five times over, then nods. Thus, hes walking through the base in the middle of the night with a wolf at his heel. When he gets to the kitchen, he makes quick work of assembling a sandwich. He purses his lips when you sit next to his feet the whole time, wondering if its because you want his company or if its just what you are used to.

he doesnt know what you prefer, so just makes a second version of kyle's food. back in the hospital room, you dont shift back, ambling over to a corner and laying down. Johnny hands kyle his food, eyes tracking ur every movement. you are a remarkably good actor, hes realizing. usually its so easy to pick out a shifter among normal dogs, but you fall into the animal mindset almost too easily. johnny has to instruct you to shift back into human form, something that makes his stomach churn, but hes acutely aware of the dangers of staying shifted for too long.

the whole time you eat, now human, ur curled into the farthest chair, scarfing the sandwich down like johnny would change his mind and take it back. he takes note of the skin he can see, the various scars from battles, as well as the raised keloids that create your shifter markings. you glance at johnny and kyle as they whisper quietly about getting price involved, about what comes next. johnny knows you can hear them, but you either dont care or ur intentionally ignoring them.

how do you even move on from here? what would the procedure be like, and where would you go? kyle agrees that you cant be left with your team, but then who would take you. a traumatized dog-shifter who's seen war and experienced cruelty, would there even be a place for you?

[gwennkoi]

From my cell, I can hear explosions somewhere in the complex. "There they are. A little late, but I can't complain. I am the one being saved this time," I mumble to myself.

Being kidnapped and held is a new experience for me and one I do not want to be a recurring feature in my life. I don't know how Hexxandra was able to neutralize me, but I woke up in a dark room and I've been sapped of my powers. The whole dusty cell is covered in her signature runic script, which has the added effect of making everything look really creepy. Though, this set doesn't seem to have that eerie glow like it normally does.

I can hear several pairs of boots run past my cell door, but they were going opposite directions. Seems like ole Hexxandra is having trouble finding good henches. Well, that makes it easier for our side.

There are a few more explosions. They're a little closer this time. It's odd. I can't think of any heroes who would be careless with collateral damage to keep blowing things up.

And there's yet another explosion.

"Huh, it almost sounds like I'm being rescued by--"

A screeching demand rings out over the clamoring of guards. "Where the fuck is she, you worthless fucking scavs?!"

"Oh, fuck!" This is bad. Princess-fucking-Purge is here, and I'm powerless and trapped.

I was chill because I thought it was just Hexxandra. She is a banter foe doing magical breaking and entering. She doesn't really try to kill anyone. She's usually trying to obtain some relic from a museum or a collector. Hexxandra's methods are generally nonlethal, and she pulls her punches because all life is sacred according to her beliefs. She's very powerful, but practically an eccentric magic nerd. She baked me cookies once as an apology for hitting me too hard with a cantrip.

Princess Purge, on the other hand, is a violent criminal who looks like what would happen if a magical girl anime was directed by Quentin Tarantino. She is dangerous, unpredictable, and nigh unkillable. When I still had healing factor, this pink glittery bitch still left scars. Now, I have all of the powers of a random bystander.

There is nothing in here I can hide behind nor anything to use for a weapon. I've just got to stay quiet and stay out of sight of the cell door.

Down the hallway I can hear her heels against the tile floors. Clack. Clack. Clack. I hold my breath waiting for her to clear the hallway. It sounds as if she's past my door at this point.

The explosion at the door flings me across the cell and I can feel my ribs compress as I slam into the wall knocking the air from my lungs. I'm gasping for air and only end up sucking down smoke and dust, which throws me into a coughing fit.

"Found you! And about fucking time. We have got to get you the fuck out of here safely. You've missed so much shit, baby." She picks me up like an oversized stuffy and tosses me over her shoulder.

I must have hit my head as well. Maybe I'm just dead. Or she's going to torture me. I struggle against her grip, but my powers are still gone.

"Five fucking years and no hello. The manners of superheroes these days. Haha! I mean, 'The manners of superhero these days.'" Her laugh sounds hollow, as if she is just going through a tired dialogue of a forgotten play.

I finally get enough clean air in my lungs to respond, "What are you talking about? What do you want with me?"

"Oh, baby, I've missed your voice like you wouldn't believe. You have no idea." She is being more cautious than I've ever seen her and checking corners like the military vet I've always suspected she is. "Sexxy Hexxy had you on ice half a decade. My fucking scepter couldn't even find you. You didn't exist on this plane of existence or some shit. When the demons finally caught up with her, well, her shit stopped working like it did and my scepter found you like you were an old crush changing her relationship status to single."

I spit some of the dust and grit out of my mouth. "Five years? I can't believe you, Purge. It's been a day, tops. I won't let you gaslight me with some make believe about demons. If you're going to kill me, do it. I won't play your games."

Princess Purge let out a nostalgic sigh. "Y-you have no idea how much I missed this." There's something in her voice for a moment, but she coughs and continues her monologue. "Okay, demons is my word. Hexxandra called them something else, but fuck all if I can pronounce that shit. We've been trying to get you back for a year and a half-ish. She said it was impossible and you were banished somewhere safe, but she had fucked up and couldn't get you back. You were supposed to reappear after a week. And then you didn't. Sorry, sit a hot sec."

Princess drops me on the ground more delicately than I was expecting. She stands and does her magical pose and summons a pink and gold assault rifle out of the air. She peeks around the corner and fires a few shots.

This is the first time I'm actually able to get a look at her. She seems ragged. Rougher around the edges. Tired. The golden curls of her hair are limp and in need of a wash and brush. Everything is wrong.

"If you're working with Hexxandra, then why are you killing her henches?" I can feel some of my aches begin to fade very slowly. It looks like there is a touch of healing factor left.

"Ha! She got run out of here six or seven months ago." Purge leans out and fires another couple shots. "They're some survivor gang who have been doing heinous shit and ran Hexxy out after her goons abandoned her. You'd hate these guys if I had time for their backstory. Cover your ears, sweet'ums."

Princess Purge pulls a glowing orb from the gem on her tiara and lobs it around the corner. I grab her legs hoping her magical girl bullshit will keep me safe like it does her. The smoke and debris fall around us, but nothing actually on us.

Daylight pokes its way through the smoke and I must still be under one of Hexx's spells because the city, my city, is in ruins. The city looks like it has been turned into a war zone.

"I'm so fucking glad you're back, sugar tits. The world needs your cherry ass to save it."

Getting kidnapped as a superhero is rather embarrassing, but at least you were certain that your friends would rescue you. Which is why it came as a massive shock to you to see one of your villains bust the door of you cell open and unlock your restraints.

[hatethysinner]

ooh maybe a drabble/headcanons about remmick with technology in a modern au? i feel like he texts like a grandpa lol. he also probably would blow up your phone with the amount of messages he sends.

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ: MY FIRST MODERN AU! i've been waiting for an excuse to make these headcanons and you've finally given me one anon!! these have been swirling in my mind for at least 2-3 weeks so it was very fun to finally get them out of my brain and onto a post. i had a lot of fun with this one, so enjoy y'all!

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: just comedic unserious cutiepie remmick headcanons + tumblr formatting fuckery

y’all know that one clip from abbott elementary where barbara takes a picture of herself and says “now who took that picture of meeeee?”

yeah that just about sums up how remmick is with technology.

he’s terrible with anything that involves a screen, and understands how they work even less.

so there’s two very specific ways remmick texts (no inbetween), either like a hostage negotiator:

hello. this is remmick. are you safe. i miss you. i saw a rabbit today. thought of you. please advise. you left your socks here. i have kept them in a safe place. let me know if you require them back. can you call me. i don’t like the typing.

or like 50 messages with no punctuation whatsoever:

hi sweetheart i meant to tell you something hang on i saw a bird with red on its wings youd have liked it wait picture didnt work it’s gone now nevermind hi again i miss you do you want eggs in the morning

oh and he types with his pointer finger only so both ways take forever.

his ass can’t use emojis in the right context to save his life. i’m making soup 🐍 love you always 🔪🌹☁️🕊️🩸

please don’t try to videocall this man because you will get jumpscared. nose all up in the camera, blurry as hell, shouting “HELLO?!” like you just pulled him out of odinsleep.

also, screen brightness baffles him so bad. you once caught him squinting at his dimmed phone for half an hour before he asked you: “has the light inside it gone out?”

you showed him how to use spotify one day and he takes making playlists so seriously. each one has a full sentence title, three paragraph description, and some kind of memory attached to it. your favorites are: “for when the world is too loud and you are my quiet.” “i would have danced to this with you in 1945.” “this one made me think about your ankle.”

even a centuries old vampire loves video games just as much as you do. his favorites are the sims (painstakingly rebuilt your entire life together), animal crossing (5 star island and he does not play about his landscaping), and stardew valley (probably holds the world record for largest farm ever and you stopped asking what year he was on after 55)

he said he hated reality tv... so why do you find him curled up next to you every summer to watch love island? he’s a diehard amaya/olandria stan, of course, and he WILL find a way to work his phone so he can cast them votes.

he doesn’t trust the cloud, naturally. “why do we put our memories in it?” “what if it rains? what happens then?” “no, i won’t put your birthday photos there. the sky doesn’t need them.”

he saves every single voicemail you leave him, even if it’s just a simple “call me back.” sometimes you’ll randomly leave him one just for him to add to the collection.

he only uses social media for the animal pictures and videos so when anything else plays he just stares at the screen like 😐.

well that’s a lie he’d definitely follow a bunch of irish nature accounts and will shove his phone in your face while talking about what he remembers from each photo.

yes he does have 97 tabs open and no he won't close any of them. his excuse is always the same. “what if i need them later?”

someone texted him lmao once and he showed it to you with the most confused look on his face. “are they alright?” “it means laughing my ass off.” “…can that happen?”

in conclusion, leave the millennium old grandpappy alone.

[aziscribs]

Here's the man of the hour...

Diomedes of Argos ✨⚔️

Here's a better look at the full body if you want it <3

anyway, you know the drill, here's the detail dump after the cut!! vv

HIS HAIR + GROOMING - his mane of dirty blonde hair, not unlike a lion's mane 🦁! Diomedes is likened to a lion in battle many times in the Iliad, and upon my first uninfluenced impression of him, I could NOT get the lion imagery out of my head. I'm very aware that boars and albatrosses are more commonly associated with him, but I just got too attached to liomedes!! yea he has a weird mix of locs and free hair, don't ask me how it works it just does okay NONE OF MY DESIGNS ARE EVER REALISTIC yall should know this by now lolll... you might also notice though that his facial hair is in a similar shape to that of boar tusks 🐗✨, of course I had to pay homage yall!!

THE HELL ARE THOSE GOLDEN MARKS? - they're ichor, you silly goose!!! in book 5, Diomedes has a moment of aristeia, where he wounds both Aphrodite and Ares in battle ⚔️🩸✨! there's a common perception that ichor marks are permanent and similar to burn scars, and I think that's so damn cool, so he's got some marks on his upper chest from Aphrodite's ichor splashing down his cuirass, and his palms are stained with ichor from Ares + vigorously trying to scrub the marks off himself and his spear lol (I imagine it kinda stains the wrinkles and lines in his palms, but yall know I cant be bothered to draw detailed hands like that). ON THE TOPIC OF SCARS, peep Pandarus' arrow scar in his shoulder + oath scar on his palm that's barely visible lol ‼️ In the same vein, he's got mismatched eyes 👁️🫦🧿 from Athena's blessing of sight to him (in book 5, Athena blesses him to be able to tell the difference between gods and mortals!)

BOAR EMBLEM + BOAR TUSKS & SKIN & FUR + OWL FEATHER + ALBATROSS FEATHERS & PIN - kinda speaks for itself? boar cause.. tydeus 🐗, owl feather cause athena loves that guy 🦉, and just a couple of albatross nods here and there for now 🪽. I like to imagine Dio's life in stages of animals-- as a kid (epigoni) he's a boar, still trying to emulate his father, in the war he's a lion, finding his own footing and also being freaking insane, and after that (Italy) he's an albatross (as he's usually described as then). In the time period of the Iliad, he'd be a nice in between of all of this, thus the mix of kinda all of those symbols!

YOU READ THROUGH ALL THAT???? - okay congrats thanks for sticking around this long!! here's an extra hc just for you-- the soles on the bottoms of his shoes have paw pads on them 🐾! they help to cover his tracks, cause he's a smart boy like that! Odysseus isn't the only champion of Athena who has tricks up his sleeve! that's definitely the only reason and it isn't mostly a decision I made cause vibes + cute..... I'll try to include this feature in future drawings, though it's hard to show LOLLL, for now just know that the little paw prints all over the Achaean camp aren't from some cute lil puppy padding around but actually from a full grown ass man

this guy is long overdue! I've adored Diomedes ever since I first read the Iliad (my friends can attest to this I am so annoying to them about him)... I was really disappointed joining the Greek myth fandom to see that so FEW people liked, or even knew about this guy! buttttt diving deeper into the fandom + over time, I found more and more like-minded people who are just as (if not sometimes even more) insane about him as I am! and i've met so many lovely friends through that too 🩷🩷🫂‼️

thank you again for your love and time <3 you can look forward to more designs! I love adding little details into my designs, and there's a couple I might have missed out even with all this rambling, so if you can spot them they're a little treat for you hehe. again if yall notice anything I might not have noticed before, do lmk so I can pretend like that was my intention with the design all along lol hehe I love you all! thank uuuu!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[headcanon-everything]

Cough cough could I ask for some curt and rod hc? There's so little content with them I'm starving </3

Nsfw ones too... if possible

there is, I think my earlier post is one of like 4 things in the tag 😭 and I got you, they're under the cut 👀

Curt & Rod Headcanons

say it with me now: 🗣️ CURT IS A CANON MOMMA'S BOY

cuddle piles!! sometimes against your will as they decide you need a break and flop onto you, using their full weight to keep you from going anywhere

you can fluster both, but it takes work. Usually it takes you being sucrose sweet and sincere to make them actually bashful

Curt sleep talks and Rod snores. sorry not sorry but they totally do

they physically cannot stop making noise, even in sleep

WILL hold things above your head, and if you're a similar height or taller they'll toss it back and forth to keep it out of your reach

self care and hair days!! they both take a lot of pride in how they look so they're down for an evening in to pamper each other (not without teasing of course)

(they both about died laughing seeing each other in the face masks that have animals on them)

neither will say it but they're both suckers for seeing you in their clothes

it just feels so sweet and domestic that they don't know what to do with themselves (this manifests into teasing you and calling you a clothes thief)

cute agreesionnnnn, they wanna just squeeze your cheeks forever

Curt is half an inch taller than Rod, but Rod is petty and wears shoes that have extra thick soles so he's an inch and a half taller than Curt and gaslights him into thinking he's the taller one

and then will use this "fact" in an argument

I hope you're decisive because you will have to pick sides. often.

no hard feelings for either, but they will get pouty if you take ones side more often than the other

NOSY AF

you're going out? where? the store, which one? what are you buying? can we have some?

will steal food off of your plate if they want a bite and wont ask first (Rod is more likely but Curt isn't innocent)

good luck hiding presents or getting them a surprise gift

Curt is a chronic looker at presents, even since he was a kid. he's unwrap them and then re-wrap them

Rod doesn't surprisingly, but he's always asking what you're doing and where you're going so it's still a pain to hide a secret

while they're still objects, they get anxious whenever you're in a room they're not in or if you're out of the house - they're more stationary objects, and so they do tend to stress when you're out of one of their sights

if you leave the house while they're still objects, they're glued to the road waiting to be the first to spot your car coming back home

NSFW headcanons:

they're mean; they like to tease a LOT

the shade doesn't end when it's time for the bedroom, it just transforms into dirty talk

the two of them do not be quiet

they will sometimes talk to each other rather than you, a "man, did you see that? they're so excited for us" "I don't know, I think they can get a little louder"

Curt is usually the first to cave to you though, especially when you start begging

Rod wants to see you whine and tear up a little first

like fighting for who's in charge, the back and forth REALLY gets them going if you try to initiate or take control

but they will fight back - the push and pull is something they're excited about

the only way to really win is to turn them against each other;

it usually goes with you teaming up with Rod first, having Curt be the one who is the subject of your guys's attention

then after he is thoroughly exhausted, catching Rod off guard by teaming up with Curt to help him either get his revenge or to "help"

then you win with both boys being exhausted and putty under your fingertips

they LOVE it

[jokersjunkpile]

Please read, because this is actually very important.

A friend and I actually did a lot of research into the effects of rabies, following the release of the Milwaukee Protocol album. It's not often that I respond to large posts like this (especially since they have nothing to do with me), but I did want to clear up one thing.

Rabies does NOT cause a fear of water. This is a misconception.

What's really going on is that rabies often causes muscle spasms throughout the body, which is part of why animals infected with it act so erratically at times. (If you've ever seen that video of a rabbit flopping around like a fish towards the cameraman, you know what I mean. If not, be glad you haven't.) These muscle spasms will often occur in the throat when an infected person or animal tries to drink water, causing them to choke. The choking every time they try to drink is what makes you scared of drinking the water, not the virus itself.

And that's not even the worst part!

Once the symptoms of Rabies begin presenting themselves, it's already too late, and the vaccine cannot help you. The only current treatment that has worked is the Milwaukee Protocol-- Which is essentially getting put into a medically induced coma. Even if you were to end up being one of the few in the WORLD to survive a rabies infection, your mental capacity would be significantly reduced, and it would take many, many years to recover from it.

And also, rabies isn't just transferred through bites, but through the bodily fluids of animals. So, for example, if an infected cat has licked its claws, and then scratched you, the disease could still be transmitted to you. This is why as soon as you've been injured by an unfamiliar animal, you need to go to the hospital immediately after to get treated. This will save your life.

I don't know as much about treatment for pets, but I do know that if one of your animals is at risk for contracting rabies after an attack from a wild animal, you should at the very least quarantine them from your other pets and contact a vet for further information.

Be safe around wild critters, don't delay when you've been injured by one, and do your research on rabies! Not a lot of people understand it right, and the truth is more horrifying than the public perception of it will ever be.

@pixelfont52 please let me know/feel free to correct me if I missed anything or got something wrong. You know more about this than I do

I think if you try to wiggle out of getting your dog vaccinated for rabies due to your own anti-vax beliefs, you should be forced to watch footage of a dog succumbing to rabies and the pathological process of taking brain tissue from a suspected canine rabies victim. I really think treating these people with kid gloves is not working and they need to viscerally see what the consequences of their actions can be.

[sinfulteeth]

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down / I'll Crawl Home To Her

Pairing | Remmick x Reader

Summary | He weaved in and out of your life like he was some stray animal, dragging gore and viscera not far behind. Here he was at your doorstep once again, a mess of blood and dirt for you to piece back together.

Word Count | 3.5k Warnings | Fluff, Non sexual nudity, Brief mentions of blood and non fatal injury, Remmick is VERY creature coded (growling, purring, etc), Remmick does not know how to emotion, Mention of medical equipment and bandages, Probably inaccurate use of said medical suppies A/N | This is my VERY first fic in several years and I'm very excited to get it out there. A big thanks is needed for the entire Remmick discord for bringing me into a community that inspires me to create once again. The biggest thanks to @bloodandbutts for being the best beta reader I could ask for and @flowersforjude for all the help with the heading and overall tumblr stuff. I couldn't have done any of this without you both <3

Now Playing: Work Song - Hozier

You were fixing yourself a small dinner in your quaint kitchen, the dim light of your oil lamp casting a warm glow throughout the room. The only thing breaking the focus of your quiet humming was several sharp knocks at your front door- knocks, that practically shook the foundation of your home, knocks that if you had neighbors, they’d probably think you were being robbed. With a sigh and a playful shake of your head, you set down the knife you had been using to cut up some scraps of meat. The metal gets placed onto your wooden cutting board with a dull thud.

You didn't even have to turn, you knew exactly who would be at the other side of the threshold. What you two had was just supposed to be a fling, one night of guiltless passion only for you to return as nameless strangers as soon as dawn broke. You stopped wondering why that man continued coming back; desperately pounding on your door as if he were a loose animal looking for a meal.

Reaching underneath your kitchen sink, you gather a small, but extensive, first aid kit filled to the brim with alcohol and gauze. Maybe the reason he kept coming back to you was because you didn’t mind the stench of viscera that clouded him. While you were no nurse, your mama did her part and volunteered during the Great War to care for injured soldiers, so you didn't blink twice at some cuts and blood every now and again. Knowing the drill, you set your kit down on the dining room table as you passed it- the pounding continued mercilessly.

The air was thick with the summer heat as you strolled to the door with no real sense of urgency. It was simple, if it was dire enough for him to be in any real danger he’d be shrieking bloody murder- But all there was were the knocks of a broken man, coming to you to put together the pieces.

As you open the door, you’re taken aback by the sight in front of you. He'd come back to you beaten, bruised and bloody sure, but he’d never been in this bad of shape before. It silently broke a little part of you. There stood Remmick, the man who had awkwardly strolled into your life-and you secretly didn't want him to leave. Looking at him, you weren’t sure where his blood began and some undetermined sources ended, both fluids muddling into a dark red splatter as it practically dripped off of him. His eye was swollen almost entirely shut, unable to see the swirls of red with a hint of blue that you had grown accustomed to getting lost in. Littered all over him were small burns and cuts seeping with thick, red blood. You blinked twice, unsure if your vision was deceiving you because you could almost swear his flesh was smoking. He swayed unsteadily on his feet as he borderline white knuckled your doorframe to keep himself up, a playful little smile gracing his bruised face.

“Hey darlin..” He talked with a faux suaveness you could hear bubbling up from his throat that made your eyes roll. He should know there's no need to do that anymore. You know exactly what he is, you don't care.

He’s what mothers warn their children about, the reason livestock end up butchered in the middle of the night, why parents tell their young to not play after the sun goes down, but not to you. To you he was a ravenous dog who doesn't know why he bites. He had no reason to fight with you anymore, you had shown a rare gentleness to a beast like him and he didn't know how to handle it.

“You gon’ let me in, or are you just gon’ let me burn out here?” His sarcasm bordered on a whine.

You sigh with a little playful tilt in your tone, taking a couple steps back from the entryway with your arms outstretched, hands waving him in.

“Come on in.” You say with a casualness rivaling the state of the bleeding man on your porch, as though you hadn’t just invited some wolf in sheep's clothing into your home.

His face visibly changed when your lips uttered the words he longed to hear. He had seemingly dropped whatever facade he was pretending to have. His first couple steps past your baseboard were heavy, boots thudding against the wooden floor. The man resembled a doe taking its first shaky and wobbly steps as he released his grip on the frame. Evidently, that flimsy piece of wood was the only thing keeping him standing in front of you. His knees buckled under him as soon as he let go. He tumbled clumsily into your open arms, his legs giving up on trying to keep him upright.

The man's skin was hot to the touch as you embraced him, sweltering to the point that it didn't even hold a candle to the worst flush of a fever. He allows you drag him into the dining room and heave him onto a chair at the end of the table. Your arms wrap around his waist, unconsciously rubbing his back in soothing circles and placing a chaste kiss on the mole that graced his flushed cheek.

You promise that you’ll only leave him in that lone chair for a moment as you do a quick lap around your home, drawing in all of the curtains to protect Remmick from the setting sun's cruel rays. As you carry your oil lamp over to the seated man, its light bathes him in a warm glow that borders on heavenly. He looked similar to an angel that had plummeted from Heaven and was broken by the sins of man.

The smell of antiseptic wafts through the air as you open a small bottle of alcohol. Your gentle fingers run through the hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, quietly shushing any little protests escaping from the man's mouth as you brush the strands back with a small smile. His one open eye scans down your face as he takes in every minute expression. He tracked your movement like you were a threat to him, his gaze darting rapidly between your hands up to the furrowedness of your brows as you tried to make the clean up quick. The gentleness in your grip rivaled everything he had known. Since he was young, he had known nothing except the brutality and violence that clung to every fiber of his being like it was woven into the strands of his DNA. But here? There was a foreign care put into every little touch- your warmth seeping into his skin as you cradled his face with a kind hand. You touched him as if he were made of porcelain, like he was something so beautiful that it deserved such a delicate hand.

With one hand keeping his chin still, your thumb absentmindedly stroked his cheek while the other hand dug through your box of medical supplies until you found exactly what you were looking for. The spooled gauze sprang to life as you dipped a small section into the awaiting alcohol, the fabric sagging under its sudden weight change. You take the soaked bandage and steady it in between your middle and forefinger. Clear liquid drips down into your hold like a river, burning the little cuts you didn't even know you had along the way.

The house around you settles into a strange, domestic silence - the kind of stillness that it wasn’t used to. You could hear the dripping of the faucet, the creaking of the old wood around you both, the shallow breaths quietly leaving Remmick’s lips. When you are by yourself, the silence originates from loneliness. There's no need to talk to someone that isn't there- the air felt heavier then, weighed down by things that could not be shared. Now, it was comfortable. There was an unspoken, peaceful quiet that came from the two of you. The only things filling the emptiness were the quiet hushes and apologies you whispered as you pressed the alcohol-soaked fabric into his cut skin, your lips pursed in focus.

As you dab his blood soaked skin, you feel him begin to try to pull away with a low, almost imperceptible growl. Your fingers squeeze into his cheeks to keep him still, shooting him with a glare as his lips pout from your grasp. It made you chuckle every time you had to do this. A creature as bonechilling as Remmick, something that could end your life in a heartbeat if he really wanted to, couldn’t handle the sting of a little alcohol. He would try to turn and squirm away in his seat like a child with a scraped knee. It was endearing.

He was lucky that all of his injuries were superficial, they all grazed his skin just enough to split open and reveal the dripping illusion of life. You did not feel like listening to his whines as you mended his skin as if he were a beloved, old quilt that was worn with age. Cleaning up the last of the blood on his face, the man practically melted into putty through your fingertips.

“I truly don’t know how you manage to get so filthy, Rem” A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you comb through the man's hair, his eyes closed in contentment. For once in his long life, he was more than fine not running his mouth and instead basking in the homely silence you two created. The only thing rippling through the waves of silence was your gentle, honey coated voice. It was like music to his ears.

You pat his cheek as you stand from your seat, brushing your hands on the dirty apron you wore. As your warm touch left his face, you could almost swear you felt him chase after it.

“We can't have you stayin’ in those clothes, I don’t need you draggin’ blood all through my house” The tone you scold him with edges on teasing, as if he were a dog tracking mud in from outside.

“You can stay here for the night, gotta get cleaned up first though.” You accentuate your words with a kiss against his temple as you stand above him, his skin much less warm from when you first dragged him in.

“I got some stuff you can change into, let me get the washtub in here, alright?” The silence hung heavy in the air, deafening. What you didn't tell him was that you got those clothes in town just for him. You kept a drawer of men's clothes as if this were home for him. No matter where he went, he always came crawling back for you to pick up the pieces with a loving hand. Almost imperceivably, a quiet hum in agreement escaped his lips. His hand grabbed yours quickly as you began to walk away, keeping you in that spot for a moment.

The man’s head lifts to look at you, his fingers still laced with yours. A foreign grin graces his features as he takes in the glow from your face, borderline angelic. With a deep sigh and roll of his shoulders, he gives your hand a light squeeze before releasing it.

“Don’ take too long now darlin’. May pass out from shock in ‘ere.” At his words, you roll your eyes, putting some water on the stove to boil before running outside to lug in the steel bath.

Emptying the last of the warm water in the basin, you grab Remmick up by his forearms. Your eyes look at him through your lash line as your hands hover over his bloodied shirt collar, silently asking the man for permission. Your roles for once were being reversed. After an uncharacteristically shy nod, your fingers work to undo the buttons running down his shirt. This was unusual for him. Here he was being stripped down without an ounce of sexuality swirling in the air. He was letting someone else tend to his injuries. Here, someone else cared for him and it felt good. Leaving him bare, you guide him down into the tub, watching as you see his shoulders relax at the comforting warmth of the water.

Pulling a chair up next to him, you cup water into your hands and allow it to run through his scalp to cascade down his shoulders. Your nails rake through Remmick’s hair as you work the soap into the blood sticking to the strands. Looking down at the man, it made you chuckle a bit seeing him crammed into the tub. He wasn't the tallest, sure, but something about a man who was all blood and teeth with his knees up to his chest as you washed his hair made you smile to yourself.

The water dripped down his back pink, taking all of the burdens of the night with it. You swear you could almost hear him purring as you shielded his eyes with your hand and rinsed the soap from his hair. With a rag in hand you begin to run it over his blood-soaked arms, breaking the silence with almost hesitant breath as your eyes tunnel into his flesh-refusing to meet his eyeline.

“Y’know.. you dont gotta keep this up all, this leaving for a month and then coming back half dead.” You say cautiously, a hair above a whisper.

“You’re welcome to stay here, we can figure some things out. I hate you bein’ gone so long ‘n leavin’ without a word, it makes me worry” You confess, rubbing gentle circles into his flesh as you wash his sins away.

There's a beat of silence as your words hang in the air. It is probably the longest few seconds of your life. Finally, Remmick let out a subtle, shaky breath, his hand coming up and stopping yours from doing death spirals in his arm.

“Don’ want you gettin caught up ‘n all this stuff baby.” He uttered in a way that seemed almost caring.

“I do mean shit darlin’. What I do when I leave..it’s brutal and it’s bloody. It's what townsfolk create stories about ‘n tell their grandkids. Ion need you gettin’ caught in the middle of all that” He speaks with a finality that heats the blood in your veins.

“ ‘n I don't need you makin’ decisions for me” You combat, surprising the man who sits beneath you.

“You think I don’t know what you are? What you do? I ain’t stupid Rem. I don’t care about all that shit!” You take a deep breath in, you didn’t even notice your hand shaking in his grasp. You raise your eyes to meet with his and you’re shocked to see what's there. There he sat, his surprised eyes rivaling saucers in their width. You could finally see the glimmering red that danced in his iris’, and they were looking you up and down, like if he wasn’t holding onto you he wouldn’t have believed you were in front of him.

“I ain’t some naive kid, Remmick. I wait up every night prayin’ you'll come back to me safe. Just stay here with me and I swear to you you’ll always have a place to call home” You didn’t mean for that last sentence to sound so desperate, but it was true.

The constant worrying, it created a pool of nausea and bile that would creep up your throat the more you sat at your dining table late at night wondering if it was going to be the last time you saw him alive. You just couldn’t stomach it anymore. You didn’t even realize hot tears were falling down your cheeks until the man's wet hand came up and brushed them away, holding your face. Your chest shook as you took in a deep breath, the action would’ve been endearing if his hand wasn’t dripping with water.

It took several moments for him to break the heavy silence. You can almost feel him thinking, how to react to your pleas and your confession. He still hadn’t let go of your face, diving deep into your eyes as if they could tell him the truth.

“Now I ain’t some normal man darlin.. ‘m no Saint. ‘M some creature o’ the night you invited in like a fool,” He started and you hung onto every word like a prayer.

“But if ya serious, we could try this. It surely ain’t a bad thing, stayin’ with a site to sore eyes like yourself too” He said with a smile that actually seemed sincere. It was the first time you saw it go all the way up to his eyes.

You couldn’t help what came next. As soon as those words left his mouth, you captured his lips with yours, pouring every pent up emotion you had into this kiss. He was momentarily stunned in shock before moving his lips in sync with yours. He tasted like blood and brandy. The home seemed to come to life around you both, the air charged with the mutual confession and broken tension. Leaning over him, you tilted his head up to you as you grin into the kiss, fingers brushing his soaked hair back.

After a few moments, you make him separate to catch your breath, leaning your forehead onto his with a little giggle. You’re pretty sure he forgets that unlike him, you do need to actually breathe. You’ve never seen him smile like he is now, a love drunk little grin baring all of those sharp teeth that you’ve now grown accustomed to. Cradling his head in your grasp, you give his temple one last little kiss before you stand up, grabbing a towel behind you. You feel his eyes track you once again, but this time it feels different. Instead of the usual wariness, tracking you like you’ll hurt him, it's out of adoration.

With the towel in your hands, you reach down and ruffle Remmicks hair with the cloth, earning you a confused chuckle and an eyebrow raise from the man.

“I think it's time to get you outta here Rem” You say playfully, drying his hair off.

“Don’ need you gettin’ sick on me in all that cold water” You see him roll his eyes at your comment as you grab his forearms to help him up. He didn't even know if he could get sick and he certainly wouldn’t have minded if you were the person taking care of him.

You wrap the warm fabric around his waist before guiding him into your bedroom. While small, it was certainly the most at home Remmick has felt in something close to a millennium. He sits on your bed as you dig through your drawers, the plushness definitely beats the dirt ditches he had grown used to sleeping in. Everything in your home seemed buzzing with life, with love that he seemed undeserving of.

Turning around, you present him with a simple linen shirt and pants which seem just a little too long, but nothing a simple hem job couldn't fix.

“Arms up” You commanded and for some reason, he listened.

He's never had anyone fuss over him, not since he was a child and time wasn't worth keeping track of. Slipping the shirt over him, you turn your back to give him some privacy as he pulls on trousers and undergarments. They didn’t fit too poorly, comfortable enough to sleep in for sure.

As he watches you get changed into your own night clothes, a warm feeling blooms into his chest. The bliss of domesticity that he had missed out on, it was finally here for him. It was finally his turn. He is snapped out of his thoughts as you shut the curtains in your room, turning down the oil lamp until the room is plunged into a comfortable dim light.

You lift the covers for him to slide into, its warmth cocooning his cold body comfortably. Climbing in behind him, you lay down next to him and casually wrap an arm around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder. As if you were scared to break the peaceful quiet that surrounded you both, you place a kiss on his cheek as you whisper.

“We’ll run into town and get you some proper clothes tomorrow”

Tomorrow. He liked the sound of that as it left your lips. The promise that anything that happened tonight wouldn’t be forgotten and he’d be cast out of heaven like Lucifer's great fall. It brought that warm feeling back in waves throughout his body.

Before sleep claimed you both, Remmick wondered if tomorrow night would be the first night of many that he could walk through your welcoming doors without an invitation. He surely hoped so.

© sinfulteeth 2025, dividers by @uzmacchiato

[notesofthemountain]

The Favorite

♡ Author’s note: English isn’t my first language, so sorry if something feels a bit off! Thanks a lot for reading, and please remember this is just fiction — nothing personal ♡♡♡

♡ Content: platonic bond (platonic S.Coups x reader), 14th member of Seventeen, reader is S.Coups’ favorite, slice of life, light angst, fluff, a bit of humor

The practice room was quieter than usual. Even though it was early in the morning, most of the members were still asleep. However, the one brimming with energy was S.Coups — and it wasn’t just because he liked to start the day off right. No. It was because three members were late, and irritation was starting to crawl up his spine with every second that passed without them walking through the door.

It took ten minutes before a disheveled and anxious Mingyu finally rushed in.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, hyung,” he apologized, bowing to the group leader, who eyed him with suspicion.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again. Got it? You can explain later what excuse you came up with for being this late,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Mingyu nodded nervously and went over to the rest of the boys, who were still sitting on the floor waiting to begin rehearsal—except for Hoshi, who was already running through the choreography in his head.

“Seriously, where are these kids? I’m gonna have to count how many new gray hairs I’ve grown tonight,” S.Coups muttered sarcastically.

Jeonghan, watching him with an amused look, replied, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re the oldest and the leader, right? Plus, one of the people missing is your favorite, you know.”

At that, Seungcheol crossed his arms and responded with a casual tone, “I know. But I’m sure something actually happened to her. You know traffic’s always awful from her place to here. That’s understandable. Unlike Dino—he’s getting his ears pulled later for showing up late to work.”

Just as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a completely exhausted and sweaty Dino stumbled in, like he’d just run a marathon. Right behind him, you entered—calm and composed—sipping iced coffee through a straw.

Jeonghan let out a laugh and called Joshua over to watch the scene unfold. The two of them positioned themselves like they were at the movies—only the popcorn was missing.

“So?” S.Coups asked, glaring directly at Dino.

“Well, hyung, you won’t believe this, but I was walking and almost got hit by a car. Then some old lady needed help with her groceries, and then, then—”

“Enough. Spare me the excuses. I want the truth. The real truth. Got it?” the leader snapped, cutting him off.

You were still calmly sipping your coffee. Honestly, S.Coups did scare you a little in moments like this—mostly because you didn’t have any excuse. And the truth was... more embarrassing than you'd like to admit. You had stayed up watching a new anime, telling yourself each episode would be the last.

Spoiler: it wasn’t.

You ended up getting only three hours of sleep, and even then, you struggled to get out of bed. Then came the coffee emergency—you needed caffeine to function, and of course, you had forgotten to restock. So you stopped by a café on the way, which only made you later.

It only took a few seconds, but S.Coups gave you one of those leader stares that made you blurt out the truth immediately.

“I needed coffee, and the line at the café was really long. That’s why I’m late,” you said, clutching your cup nervously.

He softened immediately and gave you a small smile.

“It’s okay. Totally understandable. I need coffee to start my day too. Next time, just text me and I’ll bring one for you to rehearsal,” he said with a warm smile, motioning you over to give you a short hug.

Dino sighed, relieved that his hyung had finally calmed down.

“I didn’t get any coffee... you don’t have some to spare, do you, hyung?” he asked, walking over.

“Don’t even think about asking for coffee right now. Go join the others—we’re already starting late,” S.Coups said, scolding the youngest, who stood there, mouth agape at how quickly his leader had switched moods.

“But, I bet she stayed up all night watching something and that’s why she got delayed at the café,” Dino muttered, not wrong in the slightest.

“How do you know that? Do you live with Y/N now? She already said there was a line. Not her fault, okay?” S.Coups shot back, defending you.

Rolling his eyes, Dino turned and walked off toward the group, grumbling that he was only being scolded because you were clearly the leader’s favorite. And he wasn’t wrong about that either.

It was no secret to anyone that you were Seungcheol’s soft spot. He’d always kept you under his wing, like a mama hen protecting her chick from the world.

S.Coups gently ruffled your hair as you finished your coffee. You gave him a smile, and he looked at you with sparkling eyes as he guided you toward the others.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead,” he whispered with a grin that was only ever meant for you.

Jeonghan and Joshua watched with knowing smiles, watching how the oldest member always melted around you. Not that you had to do much to win him over. It must’ve just been part of the perks of being Seungcheol’s favorite.

-

This time, you were filming an episode of Going Seventeen—specifically, the MouseBusters episode. Naturally, you ended up as a mouse. And even though your hiding skills weren’t the greatest (and your running skills were worse), you still wanted to try your best and win.

Honestly though, just spending time and having fun with the boys was enough to get you excited to film this kind of content.

You’d asked the cameraman to let you carry the camera, because if not, it would be obvious a mouse was hiding there. You found a spot under some white tarps that covered sacks of material. It was a tight squeeze, but if you crouched and curled up into a ball, maybe you’d stay hidden. Hopefully. Because really, hiding there was more an act of faith than a solid strategy.

While making funny faces at the camera, you heard someone’s footsteps nearby. You couldn’t tell who it was, but you silently prayed they’d pass by without noticing.

No luck.

The tarp suddenly lifted, revealing your curled-up form.

“Got you!” shouted S.Coups, pointing a toy water gun at you.

But the moment he saw it was you, he laughed and lowered the gun.

You looked up at him, fully caught. Not that you could have escaped anyway—your running wouldn’t have saved you for more than three seconds.

“Since it’s my little mouse, Y/N, I’ll let you get away. But don’t tell anyone, okay? Otherwise, the guys will lock me up as a traitor,” he grinned, helping you to your feet. “Better find a new hiding spot fast—the others won’t take long to get here.”

Once you were out, he pulled you into a quick hug and chuckled at how cute you looked in the mouse costume.

“Why are you such an adorable little mouse?” he babbled, squishing your cheeks like you were a kid.

“S.Coups, come on. I’m not a little girl anymore. Can I go now?” you asked, glancing around to make sure no one saw.

“Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve grown. But I still can’t help wanting to take care of you—”

“Hyung!” a shout cut him off. His eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing being nice to a mouse? You’re supposed to catch them, not cuddle them!” Seungkwan yelled, running toward you.

“Alright, Y/N, time to run. Otherwise, all my efforts to protect you will have been for nothing,” S.Coups whispered, giving you a few gentle nudges.

You bolted down the alleyway—just in time to hear Seungkwan’s complaints.

“Hyung! Again?! Stop with the favoritism and help us win. You want to lose or what?!”

“Calm down, Mr. Thomas,” S.Coups replied without shame. “Her cuteness broke all my defenses. I was attacked.”

Seungkwan groaned dramatically.

And yes, being S.Coups’ favorite meant he’d take your side—even when his role was to be your greatest enemy in the game.

-

You had just finished another rehearsal for an upcoming performance. The members were excited but drained—these last few days had been intense. Still, it had all been worth it.

However, during practice, you couldn’t help noticing how Seungcheol flinched slightly every time a move forced his knee. Ever since the ligament injury, he had been pushing himself hard to hide the pain you could still clearly see. Even though he strained his knee several times, he said nothing. And as soon as rehearsal ended, he quietly left after saying goodbye to everyone.

You were worried about his knee. It hadn’t been that long since the injury, and he clearly wasn’t fully healed. But he never stopped—he always wanted to be there, to give his all, even if the pain burned him from the inside.

You knew he’d be in one of the break rooms, checking on things that weren’t even his responsibility. That was just who he was—leader, even in silence.

So, before going in, you grabbed an ice pack to help with the swelling. Without knocking, you entered and found him sitting there, his knee propped on a chair, staring at his laptop in deep focus.

He looked up when he heard you and smiled—though it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you? You looked good in practice,” he greeted you, motioning to the chair next to him.

You walked over and sat beside him with a gentle smile. “I’m good, Cheol. But I could tell you weren’t,” you said, pointing at his knee. He winced. “I saw how much it hurt. You don’t have to push through it if you’re not okay.”

You gently placed the ice on his knee. He let out a relieved sigh.

“Thanks,” he murmured, still staring at his leg.

“It’s nothing. But Cheol, you don’t have to pretend everything’s fine. We know what happened, and we’re all here for you. If you need to rest, do it. We can change the choreography if needed. Just… don’t force yourself,” you whispered, noticing the worry still in his eyes.

“I know I should talk about it. But I’m scared I won’t be the same. This injury, this knee... it’s like a sign I’m not who I used to be.”

S.Coups had always been the one in control. Steady. Reliable. And you could see how this had shaken him—both physically and emotionally.

“Maybe you’re not the same. But you’re still our Cheol. And that’s what matters,” you said with a soft smile. “As long as we’re together, the rest doesn’t matter.”

“Do you think I’m still doing okay as a leader? That this injury hasn’t made me...less?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“You’re the best leader we could ever ask for. I’ll say that forever. You always look after us, make sure we’re okay, that everything’s done right—and none of that has changed,” you replied, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you hugged him sideways. “So please, let us take care of you now. Let me take care of you.”

He stroked your hair gently and hugged you tighter.

“You’re not less for needing rest. You’re human. And we love you all the more for it. To me, you’ll always be the one—the most worthy to lead this group,” you whispered into his arm.

Because yes, S.Coups was the leader who looked after everyone. But sometimes, he needed to be reminded just how amazing and valuable he truly was.

And yes—no one could deny you were a soft spot for Seungcheol. But by now, he had become yours too. Even if he only rarely showed his vulnerability, you’d always be there to hold him.

Because that was also one of the things that only he could have:

you, unconditionally.

-

/ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗

[darlingsfandom]

What Happens Between Friends.

request: Could you maybe possibly write for Pedro Pascal? 🥺💜 Like he's as old as he's now and reader is younger and somehow meets him, (they already know each other from somewhere or they meet and get to know each other better) and they're friends/friendly first, (hang out casually) but reader tries to have something more with him and he's just shy and thinks the reader couldn't possibly actually want anything more with him cos he thinks he's too old :( but he wants reader too and they work things out and actually have a relationship and smuuuutttsss pls🤗🤗💜🥺

TW: age gap! Reader is over 21!, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, nipple play, swearing and not proofread !

“Are you really falling asleep?” You asked as Pedro sat on the edge of your bed before taking your pillow and holding it while his eyes started to shut.

“What? No. Just resting my eyes.” Pedro pulled out the classic line making you shake your head.

It would be odd to most to see an older man with a younger woman but it wasn’t that big of a deal to either of you. Pedro was a family friend that has known you since you were ten. He would show up to parties, he even came to your graduation five years ago and he would admit that he watched you grow up into a lovely young lady, but what he wouldn’t admit to anyone was how once you started to show independence towards being an adult that his feelings became confused. You weren’t a little girl asking him what his favorite animal was and then go into deep detail about that animal, no you were this young lady who got into wearing short skirts, lip gloss and yet still kept a collection of stuffed animals in her room.

“Sure… that’s what you said last time and then when I got out of the shower I found you snoring in dad’s recliner with some drool.” You laughed quietly as Pedro pretended to be shocked and hurt.

“In my defense I have been working a lot.” He stretched out his arms before collapsing against your bed.

“Okay old man.” You teased him as you finished putting your laundry away. Both of you liked to hang out and just relax. Tonight was one of those nights that the two of you would order take out , watch a movie that the two of you would take turns picking out and then go to bed. The thing is that it was only five pm and he was fighting for life to stay awake.

“I’m not that old!” He threw your pillow at you making you gasp before you took it and threw it back at him only for him to get surprised when you threw yourself on the bed next to him.

“If you say so!” You stuck your tongue out at him which made him pull you close and no one could explain it but he took his chance and licked your tongue with his own. Your eyes went wide making your body freeze for a second.

Pedro was busy cursing himself for what he did but he tossed that out the window when he felt you return the favor. Neither of you needed to say it, the look on your eyes was enough for him. He held your face in his hands as he slipped his tongue into your mouth and ate up your moans. Your hands rested on his arms as the two of you swirled tongues. You pulled away slowly to see how dark his eyes had turned. His usually love filled eyes were taken by lust, dark and twisted.

Truth be told, you had a crush on Pedro since you were little, sure he was cute when you were thirteen but so was Billy the kid from next door who liked to play with lizards and do math homework for fun. When you turned eighteen you did try to date a guy that you had met with on a dating app, but he was just gross. So after focusing on yourself you found yourself still single but happy. Pedro was around more when you were home and to be fair you did try to seduce him a couple times but it never worked until now.

Pedro ran his thumb over your bottom lip before you wrapped your lips around it and slowly sucked it while he watched you carefully.

“You’re being a tease.” His words rushed to your core and made your thighs twitch as he pulled back his thumb.

“Do something about it.” You spoke up making him raise his eyebrow at you before you could even form another sentence he had you pinned down below him. Pedro leaned in slowly and kissed you. This time his kiss was soft, loving and made you wrap your legs around his waist. He had pictured this too many time to count, how beautiful you’d looked all flushed below him. The heat was pooling inside you as you felt his hands run down your sides. Neither of you could say anything as the moment between your bodies was on edge. Pedro pulled on your sleep shorts as a way to ask for permission and you wasted no time in unwrapping your legs from his waist so he could toss them aside.

“Wow.” He whispered to himself looking at the wet patch on your panties. Pedro laid flat on his tummy before he took his finger, hooked it into the side of your panties and pulled them aside. He had imagined how sweet you’d taste and now the chance was right in front of him. Pedro licked his lips before slowly licking your cunt up and down, savoring your taste.

“Fuck..” you sighed happily as he licked up your pussy. You laid there massaging your own breasts, pulling on your nipples while Pedro wrapped his hands around your soft thighs to get his tongue deeper inside of you. It was such a nice feeling. You have been ate out before but not like this. Pedro was licking every inch of your pussy making sure to savor the sweet taste of you. You laid there moaning out his name until you felt his finger slip inside of you. You gasped loudly pulling on his hair as your toes curled.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled into your cunt making you shiver. Pedro kissed along your inner thigh making sure to bite the soft flesh while fingering you faster. “I’ve wanted this for a while doll.” Pedro leaned back and wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Fuck! I’ve wanted it too.” You huffed out while crying out in pleasure. Pedro pulled out his fingers making you pout only to have the pout wiped away when you shoved his fingers into your mouth. You sucked eagerly on his fingers while he got up to take off his own pants. Your eyes wandered to see what you had imagined about.

“Do you want to continue ? We can stop here and I’ll …”

“Pedro?”

“Yes?”

“Please, fuck me.” You batted your eyelashes and he was done. He shoved his pants off along with his boxers allowing his hardened dick to be free. It wasn’t huge but it was nice in length and girth, not too big like an oversized porn stars that you’ve seen in the movies. Pedro got on his knees and sat in front of you before grabbing your thighs and spreading you open. You watched nervously while biting your bottom lip. He grabbed his dick and rubbed the head against your folds at a slow pace before inching his way into you.

“Oh fuck!” Your nails dug into the sheets. The stretch burned a little bit since it had been ages since you had been fucked.

“It’s okay, relax doll.” His voice came out in a smooth tone that made you look up at him with such innocent eyes. He held onto your hips as he slipped the last inch inside of you. Both of you laid there until you nodded your head slowly. Pedro started with a soft thrust to make you comfortable. He lifted your hips up a little higher so he could go deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist which made him more eager and he picked up his speed.

The sound of his balls slapping against you echoed on the walls as you dug your nails down his back after you had pulled him down closer to you. Pedro licked your bottom lip before you opened your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth and lick your tongue. The two of you were tied together in a way that was unlike what you could’ve imagined. Pedro bit your lip before moving down to cover your neck in sloppy kisses and bite marks making sure they were nice and noticeable.

Every time he bit your neck and shoulders you would dig more into his back in different spots. His orgasm was building quickly as he pumped into harder. The way you were just taking him like a good girl, all the sweet noises you were making , it was more than he imagined. He quickly pulled out of you and looked at your face with his mouth hanging open.

“Fuck doll, I’m going to cum.” Pedro was heavily breathing as you laid there rubbing your clit while he jerked off in front of you. “Oh my sweet doll!” He squeezed his eyes shut as he came with a loud groan on your thighs. You watched as he came with a big load and it made your own orgasm hit you hard. Your back arched upwards as your thighs snapped together while his name ripped out from your chest with a loud whine.

“Good fucking girl.” Pedro panted as he looked around and grabbed a tissue to help clean your thighs up.

“What can I say, I finally got what I’ve wanted.” You smiled ear to ear as he helped you sit up a little bit. Pedro helped you off the bed and walked with you into your bathroom to get you all cleaned.

“And I got what I wanted too.” He kissed you gently while running a wet cloth over your body before he pulled away to look down at you with a smile.

“Still too tired to have our usual plans, my old man?” You giggled as he playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“If you must know, you’ve woke me up doll and I’m here for it.” Pedro gave you a wink before he pulled you in for a skin to skin hug that made you feel safe as always.

[simplequietude]

Florida native here, adding my own experiences. This is a bit of a long post, but I promise it’s all important.

Firstly, and most importantly, DO NOT substitute electrolyte drinks for water. Your body needs water to process those electrolytes and sugars that keep you running. A good rule of thumb is for every one bottle of electrolytes, drink 2-4 bottles of water. I know of people who collapsed because they drank too many electrolytes and not enough water. ELECTROLYTES ≠ HYDRATION

Secondly, and equally importantly, NEVER LEAVE ANYTHING LIVING IN A VEHICLE THAT IS NOT RUNNING. If it’s 80°F outside, it will be at least 100°F inside the vehicle. Children have died because of this. Take your child with you or, if that’s not possible (i.e. a pet), leave the car running. I don’t care if it uses up gas. Spending more money on gas is infinitely less costly than spending money on your child’s funeral. (For cold numbers, it’s ~$60 for a full tank of gas. It’s ~$2,500 on average for a single grave plot — not including the casket, vault, funeral arrangements, headstone, and lawyer fees for going on trial after killing your child. You do the math.) (And if it was a pet you killed, you can still get tried for animal abuse. You’ll need a lawyer for that, too.)

Now, depending on your AC type — and if you’re living in a hot area, this should be one of your biggest investments — do some basic maintenance before the heat starts. Call a technician if you don’t know how. Check your air filters and vents to make sure they are clean and clear. If there are blockages on the inflow or outflow areas, it will make the AC work harder and increase the risk of it breaking. You do not want your AC to break in hot weather.

However, if your AC does break, or the power goes out for whatever reason (hurricane, thunderstorm, brownout, etc.), your second best investment is to have a good supply of fans and frozen/cool water bottles. Put a frozen/cool water bottle in front of or behind a fan and it will cool the fan’s air down. Use a water-filled spray bottle and spray it in front of the fan to imitate those cooling misters you see at theme parks. Even dump water on yourself and stand in front of a fan to let the evaporation cool you off. In the heat, fans and water are your friends.

If you can, get a personal fan and bring it everywhere. (I like ~8-inch ones with USB plugs, makes it easier to use battery packs and carry around.) There is nothing worse than still air in a hot room. Even moving hot air is better than nothing, because it helps your sweat evaporate faster.

If you’re in a subtropical area like me, where rain is semi-regular in the afternoons and early evenings, make sure to time your activities to this. Summer rainstorms rarely last longer than two hours, and can cool down the temperature by as much as twenty degrees. This is the peak time to do anything outside, even better than before noonish when the world is still heating up. Ignore the muck and mud. It’s better to be damp and muddy than to risk heatstroke or heat exhaustion.

As for humidity, OP is right: humidity is not your friend. For the same reason soaking a long time in a bathtub will dehydrate you, being in high humidity for a long time will also dehydrate you. Drink water and electrolytes. If you are in a building with little-to-no AC and it’s humid, you still have to stay hydrated. It’s not the sun here that’s the cause of humidity, it’s the hot, wet air itself — especially air without movement. High humidity inside a hot building can be worse than high humidity outside in the heat.

Avoid going into the attic. This should be a no-brainer, but sometimes it’s gotta be done for whatever reason. Attics are humid hellscapes in the summer. Drink water. Take regular breaks. Move slowly. Do not spend more than half an hour up there at a time. If your skin is slick with sweat, it’s past time to get out of the attic and somewhere cooler. Rehydrate.

Also, cloudy skies does not necessarily mean it’s safer outside. UV doesn’t care about clouds, you will get sunburned if you aren’t careful. Cover up, stay in the shade, and if you have to be in the sun, wear the highest SPF sunscreen you can find. (In a pinch, mud works as a rudimentary sunscreen.) And remember, sunscreen must be reapplied every two to three hours, no matter what kind it is. I forgot that once at the beach and my sunburn was so red it was almost purple.

Look into getting an umbrella with a SPF rating of at least 60+ if you don’t like sunscreen. That way, you’ll be covered, rain or shine.

If you’re out and about for a while, especially if you’re with kids, bring a cooler full of water bottles, juice/electrolytes, snacks, and ice packs. You burn a lot of energy in the heat, eat to replenish that. Use the ice packs and water bottles to cool yourself off; wrists, thighs, upper chest, upper back, neck/throat, insides of elbows and knees, and armpits are good spots to put something cold when you need to cool off fast. Same rules for icing a bruise: twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off. Be very careful you don’t induce shock from the rapid temperature change. Start cooling your extremities (thighs, wrists, elbows/knees) first before cooling your core, especially your neck/throat and upper chest.

Wear light, pale colors. Dark, vibrant colors trap heat. If you wouldn’t wear it walking on the street at night because a driver might not see you there in the dark, don’t wear it on a hot day.

Finally, when it’s hot out, move slowly. Do not rush if you don’t have to. Faster movement equals more heat. If you’re a jogger, a cyclist or something similar, consider finding a gym membership for at least a few months. If you can’t/won’t, then go slower. You will burn just as much energy as before simply battling the heat.

Be smart, people.

Water your outdoor plants in the evening or at night if you don’t get rain.

Carry collapsible pet bowls and extra bottles of water if you have a furry/scaled/feathered friend.

Consider getting your furry friends shaved/trimmed or buying them heat-blocking booties.

Furry friends with little fur can still get sunburn, prepare accordingly. This includes birds and reptiles.

Make sure any outdoor ponds with fishy friends have optimal clean water levels; evaporation can cause toxins to become concentrated.

Avoid wearing layers, as this will trap air, and thus heat.

Unless you need to, try not to wear socks; socks are just gloves for feet, and trap heat accordingly.

If you are outside for more than twenty minutes, you need to wear sunscreen.

Don’t forget to put sunscreen on your ears, your hands, your legs, and on top of your feet if you’re wearing open-toed shoes.

Being in the ocean/pool/water will not protect you from sunburn.

Your scalp can get sunburned, too: wear hats.

Sand can get very hot; wear flip-flops or water shoes if you’re at the beach.

Avoid walking barefoot on concrete or asphalt.

Be wary of hot concrete around pools.

Grass is cool in the morning and hot in the afternoon.

Avoid anything metal or leather/pleather; boat-friendly/marine metal is usually ok.

If you’re getting ice cream to cool off, drink lots of water to go with it.

Keep your blinds closed when you can.

Don’t open doors and windows longer than you have to; your AC can’t cool both your house and the outdoors.

Avoid going upstairs; heat rises, and upstairs will always be hotter than downstairs.

Check the freon levels in your car’s AC regularly and refill them if necessary.

Cooling off in your car is best done when the car is moving. Cars can overheat too, especially because most engines are at least partially air-cooled.

If your car is overheating, press the gas to race the engine if you are parked, as well as turn the AC temperature up until it’s hot. This will allow things to circulate and cool off. If this isn’t working, something is probably wrong with your car’s cooling system.

Getting chills when it’s hot out is a sign you are close to becoming dangerously overheated. Stop whatever you’re doing, get somewhere cooler, and rehydrate. Eat something.

And for the love of whatever god you hold dear, consider getting one of those big refillable thermoses you can carry around so you’re never stuck without water.

Hopefully this helps. A lot of it may seem common sense, but better to say it than to assume somebody already knows it.

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[samvaru]

Hello! Its me again, but I have some new HCs (hope they make sense to you!)

Sometimes Mira and Rumi tag along Zoey to play a game, generally Minecraft, but they can from sandbox games, to racing, to puzzles and to arcade ones that either rely on cooperation or full competitiveness; Mira joins more often, Rumi is almost an event when she shows up lol;

Mira is quite acquainted with videogames because she used to play them with her brother and friends when younger. Nowadays she is more of a casual player and not that interested in stream culture, but tags along some lives when Zoey asks her to – from an effective point of view, she gets to spend time with her girl, play some funny games to distract her from the exhaustive routine of a dancer and showing up in lives helps with her visibility on the net somewhat;

But honestly her favorite play times are the offline ones, because she gets to cuddle with her gf in the sofa and talk freely about their personal stuff instead of each one being in front of a computer and taking care to keep their faces on the internet;

Oh and even if she's not THAT into streaming she always remember info Zoey tells her about the community, she follows important tags for her gf´s channel and other streamers Zoey likes and is always there on the trenches of the internet to intervene in case people are talking some nonsense about her girls;

Rumi knows very little about video games. She wasn't a gamer girl growing up and she used to feel a little insecure to play with the girls in the beginning because she knew they were better than her, but Zoey and Mira were always pumping her up and making her feel confident and have fun.

Rumi used to be very self aware of being in a live video, so she kept quiet most of the time and only talked to the girls (what am I supposed to say to “chat”?) but with time she got more confident and started interacting, joking and messing around more;

Nowadays she enjoys the chill games, where she spends most of the time following the girls around and chatting, but she is specifically obsessed with mystery, escape room and puzzles games – this girl locks in and tends to be the most dedicated in finding solutions and connecting the dots, even when they're not playing she keeps bringing up her theories and asking “so are we gonna play that game this week or…? Only if you guys want to, of course 👀.”;

These are the ones I was thinking these days, what do you think?

...BRO IM GONNA STart believing ur on my laptop

The way i have wrote that, ok not exactly that but i wrote "mira is the one that show up the most. Likes lore heavy game." and "rumi has only played mario kart wii and probably bc someone else had the console. Now she likes chill games, like animal crossing and stardew valley, she probably got a surprinsing amount of time spend in the SV"

wait ithink i can show my text file....this IS EMBARRASING IGNORE THE TYPOS AND THE JSUT DROPPING DOWN IDEAS I HAVENT CHECK THIS IN DAYS OK, IM BAD AT WRITTING AND IM EVEN WORST IN ENGLISH ORZ

i never thought of the "Oh this could also help expand mira's work net". ALSO THE RUMI LIKING GAMES WHERE SHE HAS TO THINK OHHHH I BET SHE WOULD LOVE "BLUE PRINCE" (idk if thats the name sorry). OHHHH THIS HC DOES MAKE LOTS OF SENSEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA

i love how you think of their specific and personal relationship w games and The streaming world nodding nodding

another day another missnevertell dropping facts JHGDASFSD

[tearysoda]

could we get more on yan step dad pls:3

i want it to the reader to be hypersexual + depressed + loves watching [you can pick which genre] anime (lol like me XD)

Author's note : i will put headcanons for this request!

Content warnings: Minor writing nsfw, dark content, stepcest, LEGAL agegap, trauma induced hypersexuality, depression mentions, self harm mentions, slight hikikomori reader. BAZINGA

poor little you, going on the internet too early and taken advantage of :((

Warren probably pieces together why you became the way you are. your real dad wasn't the best, your real dad was cold. he knows it and even if he doesn't want to admit it, he will prey on the fact that you are unable to defend yourself.

you mostly stay inside your room, curled up in bed and watching animes. Warren only calls you to eat or say goodbye before heading to work.

He hears you cry almost everyday, usually at night, it aches his heart but hearing your sobs makes him want to lick at your tears. (while palming himself)

he sees the scars on your arms and thighs, you didn't even bother hiding them anymore. when you don't look his eyes wander on the healing scars.

Since warren isn't actually your blood-related father, he sees that you want his attention and validation. always asking if he wants a bite of your food, or showing him your favorite animes.

you two watch anime, mostly what you want. and he gives small remarks or when you point at a character and talk about how you like them, he sees a pattern. mostly older, mature, colder or even antagonists. he had to hide his smirk from you by drinking his beer.

You of course hide the fact you masturbate from your stepdad, first of all cuz its weird and second its embarrassing. warren sees the way your slick stays on your fingers as you walk to the bathroom to wash it off.

its pathetic to watch, you are sweaty from your... session. and he wonders how much stamina you have when he actually gets his hands on you. by the looks of it, he can estimate that you would last at the most 2-3 rounds.

he'll have to test that theory :3

©Tearysoda do not repost/translate or feed my works to AI

[brain4stew]

male! 1x4 x shy! survivor! reader headcanons pls?

I don’t know if you wanted general, platonic, pre-romance, or romance headcanons, so I guess I kind of mixed them all…?

I can see what I can do, about your request anon!

Male 1x1x1x1 x shy survivor reader!

(Note; I do not know how the characters would actually react, and what they’d actually do, as I do not know their exact lore, personality and etc.)

(Another note; I am very unsure how shyness works, even though I, myself am too. Considering my diagnosis. But if this isn’t right, and seems wrong, tell me. For I know there’s different people with different type of shyness out there!)

That being said! Headcanons under the cut! 🫶

(The banner below was something I made for fun. Not sure if I will let it stay though, as it looks a bit dumb-)

You’re a new survivor, but, you’re shy. Not those stereotypical shy, no.

You overthink your actions, words and movements.

Your thoughts going haywire, whenever a survivor even looks at you funny. (Was it something you did? Did you say something bad? Why are they looking at you like that?)

Obviously, you’re quite scared when in a round. But overtime, when you do not see any survivor nearby, or the killer, you feel at peace and can actually calm down, and think rationally.

But this little shyness of yours, seems to have gained the attention of the being of hatred, the killer, 1x1x1x1.

He thinks it’s funny, how you seem to panic silently. He knows you’re terrified, and scared, even though you do not show it, he knows.

He occasionally chooses to scare you time to time, whenever you and he are in a round against each other.

He uses entanglement, making it narrowly dodge you, even though he’s far away, and chasing someone else.

He uses mass infection as well, it narrowly misses you, while he chases others.

He absolutely enjoys this little game he has made for himself.

He enjoys the way he has you on edge whenever he’s the killer.

He does get mad whenever you’re not in the round, when you decided to take a break from rounds.

After a while, he grows a some sort of platonic feeling towards you.

He sees how you rarely, yet occasionally flinch, whenever a survivor goes to you, to chat with you, or even looks at you weirdly.

He doesn’t like that.

He mentally makes a note to see if he can possibly get, or even make some sort of comfort item, or object for you.

He fails multiple times, getting frustrated, but after a while, he manages to make a plushie. A plushie of [favorite animal]. Don’t ask how he knows. (*Cough* Spectre… *Cough*)

When he knows that every killer and survivor are busy, he risks it and puts it by your cabin’s door table outside, before rushing back to the killer’s side.

Over time, he’ll grow feelings, more towards romantic. But he disregards it, completely. How can he, a being of hatred. Grow fond of someone as pathetic as you?

…Well this moron did.

He doesn’t understand what happened. But he leaves you for lms, and pretends to not see you, even with his unstable eye.

On rare occasions, he smiles whenever you look happy that you survived, and etc.

He stiffens up whenever you’re against other killers, getting hurt by them, and struggling to live in general against the killer you’re against.

He doesn’t admit it, but he wishes he could just, be there and fight off the killer, and protect you, and hug and ho-… WHAT IS HE THINKING???

He knows that it is awfully wrong for a killer to like- if not, love, a survivor. He knows that the Spectre will wipe those feelings if they were ever shown at all. As he has seen John Doe’s feelings and memories of Jane Doe became wiped whenever John Doe falls for her again.

But… You intrigue this being of hatred.

No, he does NOT show, or do any romantic things towards you. As he is still a killer. He does occasionally attack you, just to trick the Spectre, and etc.

He does have to kill you a few times, but you can see that he’s frowning, and has a sad look within his eyes whenever he kills you. You do not know why. Normally he’d be grinning, glaring and staring at the other survivors he kills. But why… Is the look so different for you?

You’re still scared and shy, but over time, your shyness slowly yet surely lowers, around 1x1x1x1 for some reason. You can tell he’s conflicted, like you would be at times.

Overall? Your shyness around the literal being of hatred, and the killer, 1x1x1x1, isn’t as high as it would’ve been.

1x1x1x1 just being overall confused, frustrated, annoyed, shocked, and conflicted with himself, whenever he’s near you, or by you.

(I’m still working on the other 2 requests, I do apologise y’all!! Attention span ain’t high, and I’m a bit busy with focusing on my new apartment soon! Currently just trying to figure out a few things like the costs and etc.)

[anim-ttrpgs]

You took a GM who might have enjoyed running a challenge game and turned him into a stage magician.

This “GM as storyteller” “collaborative storytelling” approach to D&D and TTRPGs structured like it runs counter to the actual rules of the game. This creates friction between the game and the play itself, where this type of play can only exist if the gameplay rules themselves are continually overridden. This friction and obligation to override always falls back in the GM’s shoulders, requiring them not only to write a scripted story, but have no game rules to fall back on, the GM ceases to be a player. The players are no-longer playing the TTRPG, they are playing the GM, who is now stuck in the position of entertainer, a “stage magician” who has to put on a performance and an illusion of gameplay, instead of just playing the game. There are TTRPGs which are built with intent in the rules themselves for “collaborative storytelling,” and which have actual GM support for this, but D&D and games structured like it (which is most TTRPGs, whether the authors even know it or not) is not built for this and never was.

What you’ve described you’ve done here is taken a starting player who was set to play the game the way its rules actually work, told him “actually, there’s a secret way to do it not written in the rulebook” and taught him that in order to be a good DM he has to do something way harder, more time consuming, and more in-session energy-consuming to fight against the direction the wind of the rules are blowing.

This is a post I recently made on the same subject.

The more I think on it, and I know this greatly differs from what people have come to expect in recent years, but to me a TTRPG with no adventure modules is like booting up a video game and finding out the devs didn’t make any levels. Like I wanted to play this but I guess we’ll have to wait until someone in the group, who may have never played the game before, spends a not-insignificant amount of their free time in the level-editor throwing something together for us to play.

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This Is Why You Are Loved Pick A Card

Choose your Pile 1-3 From top to bottom.

1. Pile One:

Hi Pile One, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! You are loved because you are someone who knows how to release, heal and move forward with your life. New people feel drawn to you and people from your past always want to return to you. You don't hold grudges and you don't allow people to show you more that once when they don't have the best intentions for you. You believe people when they show you or tell you who they are the first time. You are loved because many people admire you and they want to follow in your footsteps. Some of you may have experienced a heartbreak and the way you bounced back is truly remarkable. People love that you continue to grow regardless of what you're going through or currently experiencing. You are loved because you are an inspiration to many and you make people want to work towards being the best version of themselves. Many of you are headed towards an abundant life, I see you relaxing in a peaceful sanctuary you've created for yourself.

You are loved because of how humble you are, most people in your position wouldn't carry themselves this way. You have been through a lot but you remain respectful and kind to everyone, you would give the shirt off of your back and the shoes off of your feet if someone was in need. People see that the Universe spoils you because of your kind and pure nature and that influences them to be the same way. I'm seeing a rainbow here, you are rare and one of a kind. People always remember you even if the interaction was short. You are loved because you always find a way to teach people that there is still kindness in this world, even when you're not trying to. Everything about you is natural and authentic. You carry yourself with grace and class, and this makes even the ones who didn't treat you the best remember you and want to be apart of your life again.

I'm hearing the word ordained, your path has been ordained and you are destined to receive everything you deserve and desire in this lifetime. In your past life, you may have been the type of person that sacrificed so much for everyone but didn't live long enough to receive your just due so in this lifetime you will. Children love you as well because your energy is very youthful, if you don't have children many people may ask if you do because of your nurturing nature and heart. You are a stable person and many people know if they take your advice they will live a life of prosperity as well. Your energy is very beautiful and many people young and old love you because of your character and the inner peace you exude. Your future is very bright and I feel that your voice will be heard and remembered, and whenever you get this opportunity to show he world who you are make sure to always speak with conviction!

2. Pile Two:

Hi Pile Two, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! I love this pile, your energy is very special and beautiful. You are loved by animals because they feel like you're the only one who understands them. This energy reminds me of Cinderella, she had empathy and a deep understanding and connection with animals. You could be known for picking up stray animals and taking them to the vet or nurturing them back to health using at home remedies. You may be a vegetarian or vegan because of your unconditional love for animals. Animals are naturally drawn to you and feel extremely safe in your arms. They trust that you will take care of them even if they have been betrayed by other humans, once they see you they are instantly guided to seek help and attention from you.

You may start to feel emotional reading this because you may not have the best relationship with humans and you want to be of service to help everyone. Humans may not express how appreciative they are of you and you may also feel that animals don't appreciate you as well but I promise you they do. Animals feel a sense of relief when they see you and all of their fear and worries disappear. Also I see a lot of people of power who love you, especially if you post content of you saving or taking care of animals. You may have plans to buy a farm or start your own organization to save and care for animals. This is specific for some of you but if you are actively rescuing animals within your community, I see you receiving the opportunity to travel somewhere to help on a rescue mission. There's something significant about an abandoned Zoo.

You are able to tame animals when they become aggressive because you speak calmly to them, animals love this because they feel like you're the only one who is listening and paying attention to how they feel. You don't accept every Hiss or Growl as anger and aggression, you understand that sometimes these animals are stressed or in pain and that's the only way they can express themselves and communicate. You understand that in most situations they don't know what's happening so that "aggression" is another way for them to protect themselves. I definitely see you making it very far successfully if you choose to make this a career, I see you speaking on the news and inspiring many people. I'm also seeing tv shows and book deals, which will be very exciting and will take your ideas to save and protect animals to a whole new level. You are loved because despite what everyone else is doing, you will continue to march to the beat of your own drum. Whatever ideas you may have that will help save as many animals as possible and even help keep the earth happy, I highly support and encourage you to bring those ideas to life. This world needs more people like you, so please never give up, the world needs you and keep fighting for the greater good. The Good Fight!

3. Pile Three:

Hi Pile Three, I hope all is well! Let's get started on your reading! This pile warms my heart already! Your energy gives "Joe Be Cool" vibes. You are loved because you bring the calm after the storm. People know when they are around you they can sit back and relax, no worries, no fears, no responsibilities, just vibes. You remind people of that cool kid in school that is humble, chill and kind to everyone. You are loved because it seems you have no worries, you know how to go with the flow and enjoy things as they come. People love when you are around because they feel like you have a solution to every problem. Whether you have older or younger siblings, they admire you and this goes for other family members you have as well.

After you leave the function people love to compliment what you wore and how stylish you are. I'm thinking of the movie Grease. Also some of you may wear ocean inspired scents, there's a fresh and ocean like aroma I'm getting from you. I'm thinking of the classic After The Rain candle/scent. Some of you may surf. Your energy reminds people of the beach or a cool breeze. I feel like whenever you leave family events or outings with friends, everyone always wants to ride with you because of your chill vibes and because they feel like you're a safe driver.

People love your music taste because it's immaculate with a hint of nostalgia. People may often ask you for your playlist or you may notice after hanging out with someone they start listening to the same music as you. You may also notice this with your style, accent and slang as well. People want to be like you and they want to be loved by you as well. I feel that for some of you, the love people have for you has become obsessive at times. To the point that you've had to release them and protect your energy from them. Your calm nature has triggered a lot of emotions within some people, and it makes them question everything. But despite the ups and downs you've experienced from people you still remain cool, calm and collected. People love how solid and mature you are, you're not swayed but the publics opinion. You rely on your judgement and perspective and that's what they wish they could do.

Even when people try to get under your skin to get a reaction out of you, you don't fall for it because you can see their childish games from a mile away. I'm seeing the show The Umbrella Academy, specifically the characters Number 7 and Number 5. You genuinely have powers and know what you're capable of but you only take it there when its truly necessary. Some of you have a history dealing with you mental health and people are proud of how far you've come. People love to see you happy and deep down they know whoever you are with now or in the future will be extremely happy and lucky to have someone like you in their life. This energy is wonderful and appreciated by everyone, keep being cool!

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