#really please be careful out there people are doing a lot of suspicious stuff

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕰YES ON THEM

Manon Bannerman x fem!reader

summary: a compilation of bannern/n moments eyekons have turned into a video, katseye’s two visuals as a power couple? who can keep their eyes off them?

warnings: none, just fluffy moments

pt.2, pt.3

HYBE PLEASE NEVER PR TRAIN MANON (KATZ CRACK)

*Loud technical difficulty transition* On Manon and Daniela’s Weverse livestream in their bedroom, Daniela was doing dance moves in the background of the video while Manon read the comments and chatted with fans in the front

Manon was the worst at PR training. The woman had lips looser than an unbuckled belt. She was much more tame when they were surrounded by crew members, but when it’s just her and her phone on Weverse, you can expect a lot of slips.

Especially when she’s paired alone with Daniela.

“‘Where are the others?’” Manon read aloud, looking back at Daniela, who was finally settling to sit behind her roommate. “What, you sick of us already?”

Daniela swatted her arm at the tone she used, as if a silent warning as to be careful what people could take out of context. She toyed with her hood, listing what the girls were occupied with. “Well, Sophia’s on a zoom call downstairs with her family. I think Yoonchae went to bed… Lara and Megan went out to get something at the convenience store and Y/N is probably online shopping or something in her room.”

“Yeah, she better be getting me my Christmas gift.”

“Didn’t she already give you like three ‘pre-game’ gifts?” Daniela turned to the camera, “Oh my God, Y/N does this thing where she gets Manon a million things for the week leading up to Christmas. She only does it for Manon and I always feel like choking her out ‘cuz she’s spoiling her rotten.”

Manon rolled her eyes, “They’re gonna know we’re—!”

Daniela widened her eyes, shooting Manon a knowing glare before the older pursed her lips together. The both of them went silent for a moment, scared to look at the influx of questions and comments they were getting for the sudden cutoff, curious to know what the end of Manon’s sentence was.

user01 WE WHAT MANON WE WHAT

user02 Manon almost exposed their relationship

user03 is this what getting edged feels like

user04 WE BEEN KNEW GIRL COME ON OUT

user05 Y/N knows how to spoil her girl

“Anyway,” Daniela said, ignoring the nosh comments. “Yeah, we have the weekend off, so everybody’s just chilling, y’know.”

Manon, with a cheeky smile on her face, tried retieing her hair in attempts to distract the fans from what she had just nearly revealed. But for the next couple minutes, despite Daniela’s efforts to pull everybody’s attention away from that topic, the audience always seemed to circle back to it.

“No, I have to say my favourite hoodie has to be the black Ferrari one.” Manon argued, staring at a suspicious Daniela. “It used to be the one you just said but it’s not anymore.”

“You’re just making stuff up, I swear. You still wear the other one so much more than the Ferrari one.” Daniela scoffed, “You wore the blue one like five times this week, like you literally wore it to dinner yesterday.”

user06 the blue hoodie Y/N just posted on insta in??

user07 They wear each other’s clothes I’m dead

user08 Dani have you seen Y/N’s new bracelet???

Daniela squinted to read the comment when she saw her name was mentioned, “‘Dani, have you seen Y/N’s new bracelet?’ No, I can’t say I have. What is it?”

“Oh, is it this one?” Manon flashed her wrist to the camera, where a couple cuffs and bracelets hung. Her other hand picked out a thin silver chain with a “K” strung at the end of it. “This is the one Megan got us for Katseye’s first birthday.”

She flaunted her hand, fingers waving around as she showed off her accessories.

user09 Y/N’s new necklace looks nice Manon!

user10 oh yeah that would look really good around her neck

Daniela skimmed the comments, suddenly bursting into a fit of high-pitched giggles. Manon, her arm still up, in the middle of her accessory tour, leant back. Surprised by the Latina’s sudden change in attitude, she glanced between the camera and her roommate as if she was an insane person.

“Oh my God, they’re saying your hands would make a really good necklace for Y/N.” Daniela explained, still laughing.

Manon’s eyes widened, heat immediately flushing to her cheeks. She thanked all the Gods her smooth skin tone hid any hint of fluster, or she would have been beer red at the comment. She placed a hand over her eyes, her lips quirking into a small smile as she groaned.

“That’s good, that’s a good one. I like that.” Daniela sighed.

Next door, you could hear the two of them screaming and squabbling on live. You opened a new tab, sick of scrolling through the same catalogues on different websites. You were feeling lazy, didn’t really feel like getting up to join the two nextdoor, so you pulled up Weverse, clicking onto Manon’s live. Right off the bat, you were met with the Ghanaian woman showing off her bracelets and such, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the comments that followed.

Sometimes, this was your favourite part about having fans.

When Daniela’s laugh on the live had synced with the one next door, you couldn’t help but also giggle at Manon’s reaction when she was told what eyekons thought of her tour.

It was enough of a motivator to go nextdoor; to tease her.

“—Anyway! Can we please talk about anything else.”

A knock sounded through the room, both their heads turned to the door, watching Y/N’s head pop through the doorway. Daniela pounced to her feet, jogging over to jump into the older’s arms as Y/N carried her back in front of the camera.

Manon rolled her eyes, her tongue sticking against her inner cheek as she stared at the two goofing around in the back.

user11 Oh someone’s jealous…

used12 if looks could kill they’d be dead by now

“Dani’s so light, I can probably squat heavier than you.” Y/N teased, her arms still wrapped around the Latina’s waist as Daniela clung onto her with her legs. “Anyways, you guys were being so loud, I wanted to see what was up.”

Y/N finally sets Daniela down, who found her spot behind Manon again.

Y/N slung an arm over Manon, poking her head between the roommates. “Heard you have a new necklace for me, Meret. You feeling like letting me try it out?”

user13 the way i’d just moan in response

user14 NOBODY TALK TO ME

user15 Manon I’ll take Y/N if you don’t want her

user16 SHE CALLS HER MERET???

The Ghanaian woman didn’t turn to greet the younger member, instead, with her lips pursed in envy, she deliberately made sure her efforts to ignore Y/N were evident.

Y/N smiled, biting her lip. “Manon, are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Manon huffed, her eyes still trained on the phone. “I’m just tryna talk to eyekons.”

Daniela hissed, making an “Oh, shit” expression and backing away so the other member could slide into where she sat. She eyed the phone from over Y/N’s shoulder, as if telling them she was unaware of what was about to unfold as well.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at the eldest’s sulking.

She slid an arm under Manon’s legs, the other securely held over her back. Kneeling, Y/N sprung to her feet, lifting Manon from the ground. The Ghanaian woman let out a bloodcurdling shriek, hands clutching onto Y/N’s hoodie for dear life.

“Did you feel left out, Manon? I was just joking around.”

Daniela watched in terror at the younger member flung Manon around the room in her arms. She slid forward to mouth “help me” into the camera, scared Manon’s feet might hit her head by accident.

“Oh my God, you ass—you bully, put me down.”

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to being interviewed as promotion for the release of Touch, Y/N seemed to be the interviewer’s main foci.

“—Yes, thank you. My next question is for Y/N, uh, so we heard you like a tall, dark and handsome type.” The interviewer read off his card, a mic held up to his lips. The question immediately raised some red flags for the group, Sophia and Manon—as the eldest and the leader—shared a knowing look. They were ready for whatever the man had to throw at them. “You’ve posted a couple of instagram photos and been seen out with a certain singer that’s been on Euphoria, is this a new potential partner, or what’s going on there?”

Y/N was slightly taken aback by how blunt the question came out. Usually management did a good job keeping questions about their personal lives out of interviews when they approve them for the video, but this one must’ve snuck past them.

The woman raised her mic, flashing the cameras her signature smile. The other members could only sit and admire how well her composure was, despite being asked such an intrusive query. She chuckled, eyeing Manon, who didn’t bother hiding what she was feeling. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked to be ready to pounce out of her chair whenever. Y/N gave her a subtle nod, as if telling her to stand down.

“Well, he and I met through mutual friends in the industry and we all get together to hang out on my day offs.” Y/N explained, “We’re just good buddies, nothing more.”

The interviewer chuckled, naive to the searing glares he was receiving from all the girls.

“Shame, a lot of people think you’d look like a power couple, the both of you being very talented singers and all,” he scanned his card, the only one laughing in the room full of dozens of people. “Is there anybody special in your life then? Or is this a chance for me to shoot my shot.”

Oh, six pairs of eyes glared daggers at him.

[ Love that they all stand up for their girl ]

None of them were smiling anymore, not even out of courtesy. Daniela and Lara in the front had their arms crossed, their legs spread as they sneered at the man. Megan and Yoonchae were the better ones at concealing just how aghast they were at the unprofessionalism, their expressions stoic, but the aura around them growing cold. Sophia sat upright, ready to jump in when the man stopped talking, but Manon—Manon was sitting beside Y/N, and it took one look at the woman’s uncomfortable expression for her to want to break the man’s neck.

“—Actually, we’re all really focused on our journey as Katseye right now, so we don’t really have time for other kinds of commitment just yet. Even then, we try and keep our personal and professional lives separated because a healthy work-life balance is very important.” Manon answered passively, her smile immediately fading when she finished talking.

But by the way the man gulped and stopped chuckling, it was obvious he finally noticed the elephant in the room.

“I understand how people are very intrigued by that aspect of our lives though, it can be hard to know where to draw the line sometimes.” Y/N added in a smoother tone, hoping to soften the blow of loathing this man was hit with. “But, respectfully, we love talking about and sharing our experience with making music more than we do discussing our lives.”

The interviewer nodded, “Of course. We can move on.”

Throughout the rest of the interview, Manon had a hand on the younger member’s thighs. Their fingers laced together as they answered the rest of the questions. Later, Y/N would tease the Ghanaian woman with edits people have made of the moment Manon stood up for her.

A screenshot of a very popular one of those edits would be the wallpaper for the girls’ group chat the next few weeks,

*Loud technical difficulty transition* In Y/N’s Weverse live with Megan for a dance session, the older between the two was obviously distracted by constant chimes coming from her phone. Fans get a nice surprise all on live.

Megan and Y/N swayed their hips to the beat, thrusting in and pulling away as the song played. The comments would flood with praises for their undeniably talented skills, and by the end of their choreography, they were both panting and sweating.

user01 omg omg omg omg my dinner menu

user02 The difference in outfits is taking me out

user03 BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, dapping Megan up before the two of them approached Megan’s phone. It was resting on a chair against the wall, so it would stream everything they did.

In a sports bra and baggy jeans, Y/N had her hair down. She was sporting thick glasses, ones fans pointed out Daniela liked wearing in the series of tiktok’s they filmed last month. Megan on the other hand, had a more Adam Sandler type fit going on. The two of them devoured their individual styles.

[ Oh my god, it’s all over the screen ]

“That’s the choreo Megan and I have done so far.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed. She reached into her pocket, pulling it out to see a text from Manon asking if she was in her room.

Megan’s infectious cackle interrupted before she could reply.

“Someone said we’re not pregnant but we always deliver,” she managed to read out in between gasping for air amidst her fit of amusement. “Oh my God, that’s so iconic.”

Opening her mouth to retaliate, another buzz sounds.

Y/N pulled her phone back out from her pocket, seeing another text from Manon, urging for an answer. She chuckled, shaking her head at the woman’s impatience.

Megan skimmed the comments, before turning back.

“Somebody said, ‘Only one thing could have Y/N smiling at her phone like that’.” The Chinese dancer read out, “Another person added, ‘Manon’s probably missing her boo thang’.”

Y/N shook her head, deciding keeping up appearances with their fans was more important than replying right away.

“It was just our manager, guys. A reminder for what we need to do tomorrow.” Y/N lied, “Anyway, if anybody was wondering, we are working really hard for MAMA. Especially Meggers here.” She grabbed the redhead, yanking her close to knock their heads together. “She’s carrying the dancing with Dani right now.”

peanutbutterlover02 Bad girl

peanutbutterlover02 Y/N’s ignoring my texts :(

peanutbutterlover02 Guysss stop hogging Y/N

Y/N and Megan both silenced at the sudden pop of a verified user commenting, but after reading the handle, both of them shared a moment of faux annoyance.

“Manon, get out of our comment section!” Megan yelled, “Go do something, man!”

The meme reference squeezed a laugh from Y/N, who shook her head. But, still, it’s Katseye. Of course she couldn’t resist joining in on the teasing herself. Her voice dropped low, “News flash, Dwayne’s forehead isn’t real. It’s a prosthetic.”

Both of them giggle at their own joke.

user04 Oop- Manon’s coming to collect fr

user05 can’t even defend them anymore

user06 so we were right Y/N was giggling cuz of manon

user07 BAD GIRL IS CRAZY

“Sorry, Meret, we’re just about to wrap this session up and I’ll text you back immediately after, okay?”

Manon could only suck it up, leaving a couple more disappointed comments on their livestream as Megan and Y/N show eyekons another part of choreography.

peanutbutterlover02 I’m so boreddddddd

peanutbutterlover02 I’m still waiting >:(

peanutbutterlover02 Guys I need my best friend back

[ BEST FRIEND—sure ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* A KATSEYE HOLIDAY STORY | KATSEYE; Secret Santa Portion

Y/N’s wrapping a gift set, a Fenty beauty make-up kit she specially assembled for Manon. She knew the woman had been complaining about her makeup supply running low, so what better chance than to get her what she needed?

“I know, I know, I went a little over budget,” Y/N chuckled, taping the edges of the wrapping paper together. “But Manon’s been really needing new stuff, and I wanted it.”

[ Ofc Y/N would go above and beyond for Manon ]

“Also, let me tell you guys a secret.” Y/N walked offscreen, coming back with a tiny box.

She motioned for the camera to zoom into the box, before popping it open. Inside, there was a gold necklace, a crown charm at the end of it. Y/N tucked it back into the box, holding a finger up to her lips.

“I got Manon an extra gift, but that’s for after work.”

[ That’s so cute I need me a Y/N ]

“Anyway, I’m glad I got Manon. I think either Daniela or Yoonchae might be my secret santa, ‘cuz I’m sure Megan got Lara and Lara got Sophia.” Y/N shrugged, standing in her cream coloured silky pj set. “Guess we’re about to find out.”

Sat around a table on a very festive set, Y/N was instructed to slot in between Megan and Manon.

One by one, the girls presented their gifts to their designated person. When Yoonchae presented Daniela her gift, a neatly wrapped book, it was the Latina’s turn to pull out her gift bag.

“And my secret santa is…” Drumrolls against the table followed, “Y/N!”

Cheers erupted amongst the girls as Daniela slid the bag across the table to Y/N.

“Hope you like it, babe.”

The wrapping paper was still being pulled off as Y/N let out a surprised gasp. Underneath the vibrant wrapping was a vinyl—Rumours, by Fleetwood Mac. Y/N’s eyes lit up instantly. It was one of their favorite albums, something she had been looking for on vinyl forever.

“No way…! Dani, how’d you find this?” Y/N exclaimed, holding it up to the group, her voice practically sparkling.

Dan smiled proudly, her hands still resting on her own wrapped gift. “Well, I know you’re all about that rock life,” she said with a wink, knowing how much this record meant to Y/N. “I had my ways. As long as you’re happy, it was worth it.”

As everyone cheered and clapped, Manon side-eyed the gift.

She had noticed the way Y/N's eyes practically glowed when Daniela handed her the vinyl. It wasn’t just about the gift itself—it was the way Y/N was so genuinely excited. She loved seeing her happy, but Manon herself would have been happier if she had been the reason for such a smile. The way Y/N laughed and praised Daniela, even going as to get out of her chair to tackle the Latina in a hug. The little things that made Manon feel... well, a little left out. She quickly shifted her attention to the other girls, pretending to focus on the conversation, but her mind lingered on the discomfort.

Y/N notices Manon's mood; she smirked.

“Okay, so, it’s my turn.” Y/N turned, grabbing her bag from the floor. The bag had been topped with a cute silver ribbon, the gift itself wrapped with the same paper as the others’ gifts. “And, there’s two people left who hasn’t gotten their secret santa gift yet, so, drumroll, please!”

The table once again rocked as they drummed their hands.

“I have… my favourite drama queen, Manon.”

The Ghanaian woman widened her eyes, hands taking in the present Y/N shimmied over to her. The younger slung her arm over Manon’s shoulders, rubbing it as she watched her open and unwrap the present. A loud yelp rung through the studio, startling the others before Manon fully unwrapped it.

Her face softened when she saw what was inside: a Fenty beauty set—lip glosses, a highlighter, and a few items she had been eyeing for weeks but hadn’t splurged on herself.

“Okay, now I know for a fact this is out of budget.” Lara crossed her arms, her eyebrow raised in question.

“Bro, can we do secret santa without Y/N next year?” Sophia chimed, earning a couple teasing agreements. “You’re making all of us look bad now, N/N.”

“Y/N...” Manon whispered, her heart fluttering. “You really did this for me? This was probably so expensive.”

Y/N waved a hand dismissively. “Best way to spend my money. The holidays are all about love, right? This is how I show you guys I love you.” She pulled Megan and Manon into her arms, squeezing them both as the others joined in for a big hug. “I got you all things you want, don’t worry.”

Manon’s smile returned, brighter than before. She leaned in to hug Y/N individually after, her voice quiet but sincere. “You didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you did.”

Their hug lasted a little long, even their editing team seemed to tease them a bit with the excessive exaggeration of how long it was with a time ticking effect over the other girls’ reactions.

The rest of the group watched, their smiles growing as they witnessed the little moment between the two. It was clear, despite the playful teasing and occasional misunderstandings, that Y/N and Manon were closer than anyone could imagine.

Manon held the box up to her chest, beaming.

“Okay, so, Manon, you’re doing yours—!”

[ Y/N really loves spoiling her bandmates, especially Manon… ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to Lara and Yoonchae’s live. The two were sat on the floor of their hotel room, singing and joking around as Sophia occasionally shushed them to be a bit quieter.

“No, Yoonchae, if we were in the Hunger Games, the order we’d go from dying to surviving would be Manon, Sophia, Me, You, Megan, Dani and then Y/N. I feel like Dani’s like so wild and freaky she’d be able to survive better than you.” Lara argued, earning a loud whine of protest from Sophia across the room. “And Megan would be the type to like survive off the stupidest reason, like she’ll accidentally kill someone.”

Yoonchae pouted, “No, no! It’s you, Dani, me, then Y/N.”

“Yoonchae, I swear to God, I’m telling you.” Lara held a hand up, “It’s me, you, Megan, Dani and then Y/N.”

The youngest huffed, unwilling to argue.

user01 Lara any advice on how to flirt w a girl

Yoonchae pointed at the phone. Lara leant forward to read the comment she was pointing out, her lips curving into a smile immediately. “Oh, wow. That’s a question you should ask Y/N. Or Manon… Only ‘cuz the two of them are such flirty people.”

Lara looked offscreen, a guilty smile on her face as she glanced at Sophia for help.

[ Nice save Lara, definitely super slick ]

“Yes, Manon is very…” Yoonchae does a winky face into the camera, “And Y/N gets flirted with a lot when we go to dinner.”

Lara hummed, drawing attention away from what she almost exposed. “Yes. Y/N has a very fluid appearance, she gets a lot of guys and girls coming up to her in public.”

Sophia, voice faint, chimed, “Yeah, it’s a real problem.”

“So, I feel like that’s a good question to ask Y/N. She has the most aura, most unspoken rizz among all of us.”

user02 does manon get jealous when Y/N’s hit on?

[ Took me a while to find this comment! ]

Lara laughed aloud at a comment, momentarily confusing Yoonchae before the younger caught the statement as well. They shared a knowing look, and when their laughter died down, they just remained silent and moved on.

user03 Who’s the most jealous/possessive as a gf?

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for somebody to ask this.” Lara rubbed her hands together, “Yoonchae and I actually talked about this at some point. Okay, it goes, from least to most, Yoonchae, Y/N, Megan, Sophia, Me, Dani and then Manon.”

user04 match made in heaven

user05 They’re so jealous x comforting duo my heart

“Because Yoonchae, Y/N and Megan are much more relaxed and I feel like Sophia’s jealous, but she can hide it well. Me, Dani and Manon are definitely more fighters, because ain’t nobody coming near my bae if we dating.” Lara squared up to the camera, eyeing it up and down. “Manon is just lowkey a psycho, so she was at the top of the list.”

Yoonchae nodded, “I’m scared of Manon when she’s angry.”

“I’ve seen Manon mad over something, guys. It’s not pretty and I do not recommend.” Sophia yelled.

[ Since Y/N gets flirted with a lot and Sophia’s seen Manon angry… it’s so obvious ya’ll ]

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Like Real People Do

Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Summary: You and Mattheo have been best friends for as long as you can remember, and these feelings may no longer be platonic. But when someone else also realizes this, he will make decisions in a jealous rage that will forever change the dynamics you’ve known for ages.

- Ok so Ik I should be writing Theo’s portion of Promises Are Meant to be Broken but I’ve been randomly consumed with a Mattheo obsession and I NEED to write this, so please enjoy :)

~~~

“Hey Matty, can you pass the pumpkin juice please?” You asked the boy who was sitting across from you at the breakfast table, using the nickname he reserved solely for you.

“Of course, princess.” He responded, grabbing the bottle and serving it in your cup for you. You smiled at each other as he did so, appreciating how caring he always was of you.

“Does anybody know Snape’s middle name?” Enzo asked, piquing your interest.

“Um, why?” Theo responded, looking up from his plate for the first time since he sat down. He had attempted to make conversation with you, but you had been enthralled in a story Mattheo was telling and hadn’t noticed.

“No reason, just need it for something.” Enzo said, extremely suspiciously, causing the group to laugh.

“Ugh, I have to go. Flitwick needs me in class early today.” You said, looking down at your watch and remembering what the teacher had told you the day before.

“I still have no idea why you’re taking that class.” Pansy said, referring to the 7th year Charms class you were taking, regardless of being a 5th year.

“Because I’m advanced.” You said, smugly, causing her to stick her to tongue out at you.

“I’ll walk you!” Theo said, practically jumping from his seat before trying to recover and feign indifference.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said with a smile, packing up your stuff.

“See you lot later. And you owe me an ice cream!” You said, the last part specifically for Mattheo who had told you he would buy you ice cream if you helped him practice a new trick for Quidditch. He doesn’t know you would have done it even if there was no incentive, and you don’t know he asked you just so he could show off (he had already mastered the skill).

“It’s a date!” He called out as you walked away with Theo, causing you to giggle.

As you walked out of the Great Hall, you and Theo spoke of the Ravenclaw party this weekend, taking the usual path you two took every time you had Advanced Charms, since his class was right next to yours.

“So, how are you liking ghoul studies? Mattheo and I loved it when we took it last year.” You stated, changing the topic.

Theo’s jaw clenched. “It’s good, pretty interesting.” He said, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Oh that’s great! I was really hoping you’d say that because I’d have felt to bad if I forced you into a class you didn’t like.” You said sweetly, not picking up on his micro aggression.

“There’s never anything you could pick that I wouldn’t like.” Theo said, smiling down at you.

“That’s cause I’m an Angel.” You joked, as you separated from him to enter your room.

He smiled to himself as he watched you enter the room, meeting with a group of Hufflepuff girls. You were his Angel, despite his Atheistic beliefs.

~~~

As the school day finally came to a close, you were happy to finally be able to go to the common room and settle down with your friends. As you turned the corner, you heard Mattheo’s voice and immediately smiled, you had missed him throughout the day since your schedules barely aligned today. Except, your smile dropped as you heard a girl giggle at his words. You sneakily looked around the corner, and saw him talking to a Ravenclaw girl, looking all too cozy. She was pressed against the wall, and he was standing in front of her, his arm on the wall adjacent to the one she was leaning on. You grimaced, and you felt your stomach drop. How does he even know her? You asked yourself, wondering if he had told her a joke he had once told you to make her laugh. You forced yourself to detach from the wall, and took a different way to reach your common room.

Your feelings for Mattheo had grown even stronger in the past few months, but you were doing everything you could to push them away and pretend like they didn’t exist. Except, it was getting increasingly difficult to forget them since practically every girl at Hogwarts was throwing herself at him.

“Hey, I saved you this sugar quill.” Theo said, as you made you way to the couch your friend group had conquered in the Slytherin common room.

“Thanks, Theo.” You said smiling, taking it out of his hands and then rummaging through the giant candy pile on the coffee table to find a licorice wand.

You said down next to him on the couch, as you unwrapped the red candy. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that Mattheo would have saved you a blue one, knowing it was your favorite flavor.

“Can you help me on this.” Pansy asked, kneeling beside you, her head in her hands as she started down at her Divinations homework.

“Of course, but Draco you have to help me with my potions after.” You said, giving him a pointed look.

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.” He said, referring to you by the nickname the boys had given you due to your popularity among the boys at Hogwarts. You made a face at him because he knew you disliked the nickname (only slightly, but you had to at least pretend to be humble).

After a few hours, the candy on the table was mostly gone, and you were sprawled out on the couch, your head on Pansy’s lap and she braided your hair, engaging in the boys conversation about a fight that had happened recently.

“How rude to not have saved me any good candy.” Mattheo said, walking up to the couch, his satchel hanging loosely from his shoulder.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” You said, looking up at him.

“Happy to see me doll?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Just surprised is all. You seemed pretty cosy with that Ravenclaw girl earlier.” You said, bitterly.

“You’re spying on me now?” He said, hoping you weren’t truly upset at him.

“Nope, you were just standing in the middle of the hallway.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Well you looked pretty cosy with Dean Thomas earlier.” He said defensively, the jealousy he had felt earlier rising again.

“We’re partners for a project!” You said, exasperated.

“Oh yeah? What’s the topic? Human Anatomy?” He said, sassily.

“Merlin you’re so immature.” You said, sitting up from your position.

“I’m going to bed.” You stated, before anyone could say anything else, and you quickly collected your belongings.

“Fine.” Mattheo said, looking down at you.

“Fine.” You repeated, looking at him before turning away and heading towards your dorm.

“God, you two are pathetic.” Draco said, once you had walked up the stairs.

“Pathetic? What the fuck are you talking about?” Mattheo said, angry with himself for letting his jealously take over, and for having given you the illusion that he was interested in any other girls.

“Nothing mate, just forget it. You have to see it on your own.” Draco said, looking back down at his essay.

Theo, who had been selfishly smiling due to the argument between you two, looked down at his hands, trying to figure out what Draco meant by his statement. Do they see it too? Is it really possible that you actually liked Mattheo? He thought to himself, brows furrowing in worry, a frown now taking over his smile.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed.” Mattheo said, his worry that he had pushed you away consuming him. He wished for nothing more than to be yours, only yours, but his fear of rejection and pushing you away from him kept him from doing anything about the matter. He sulked up to his room, wondering if he would ever be man enough to at least try.

~~~

As you walked into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning, you felt a hand on your forearm, and you were pulled away from Pansy. You yelped at the sudden movement, but relaxed when you saw that the hand belonged to Mattheo. You hardened again when you remembered you were mad at him.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I’m so sorry for getting angry at you yesterday, it was completely undeserved.” Mattheo said, as held you outside of the bustling dining room. His eyes pleading, filled with remorse.

“Do you like her?” Not being able to stop yourself from asking the question that had been eating at you.

“No, no it wasn’t like that I swear!” He stated, hoping to get rid of any uncertainty you may have held. “She was asking me about Enzo. We have a class together and I guess she thought I was the best inside source she could get.” He said, smiling down at you as he realized that you were no longer angry at him due to the way yours eyes lightened and the way your lips were curling up into a small smile.

“Well tell her that she can just as a girl next time.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Why, are you jealous?” He said, a cocky smirk spreading over his face.

“Absolutely not! Just looking out for her because you would probably enjoy ruining her chances with Enzo.” You said, cheeks turning red at almost being caught. He continued to smile at you, obsessed with the playful look you wore on your face whenever you rambled on about something.

“Skip class with me.” He said suddenly, clearly not much thought being put into the careless action. “Let’s go do something, just us two. No Ravenclaws and certainly no Dean Thomas, because I’ll beat the shit out of him if he ever even looks at you again.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal pretty boy.” You said, laughing and shaking your heads at his last comment. He blushed at the nickname and put his arm around your waist as he led you down the hallway. An entire interaction that didn’t evade Theo’s notice.

~~~

Saturday have finally rolled around after what felt like an eternity. You entered the bustling Ravenclaw common room with Pansy, flashing blue lights and booming music engulfing you. Your short black skirt and corset top hugged your figure perfectly, making you feel confident and bold. You reached the bar alone, Pansy having gone off to find whoever was the “love of her life” at the moment, and you waited for whatever 3rd year they had working to mix your drink.

“There’s my pretty lady.” Mattheo said as he came up to you, hugging you from behind and just barely kissing your temple.

“How’s the party so far?” You asked, craning your neck to look up at him.

“Much better now that your here.” He said, clearly already intoxicated.

“You’re drunk.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes. Your heart felt a little heavier because you wish he could say these words to you while sober.

“Not enough.” He joked, as he reached for the drink the 3rd year was handing some Hufflepuff. He was about to complain, but Mattheo shot him a glare that sent shivers down your own spine, causing the boy to spin around as fast as his heels would let him, leaving without anything to drink.

“Follow me, Angel.” Mattheo said as he grabbed your drink and after your hand to lead you through the crowd.

“Do you even know my name?” You joked due to his excessive use of pet names.

“Uh, Cornelius right?” His response left you giggle behind him as your reached your friends, all standing around near the dance floor.

“There’s my principessa!” Theo said excitedly, hugging you out of Mattheo’s grip.

“You lot are so exclusive! Why don’t you mingle with some other people?” You say to the group, as Theo’s arm find its way around your shoulders. You can almost swear you saw Mattheo’s jaw clench.

“And risk talking to a mud blood? No thank you.” Draco said.

“God you are so annoying.” You said, shaking your head at him. He simply shrugged as he smiled and returned to his conversation with Blaise.

“I’m gonna go find more fire whiskey.” Enzo called over the loud music, detaching himself from the group.

“Come dance with me.” Mattheo said, leaning down to talk in your ear.

“Lead the way.” You replied, smiling as you detached yourself from Theo and took Mattheo’s hand.

“We’ll be right back.” You called out to Theo, who looked at you two with a mix of contempt and sorrow.

As you finally reached the crowded dance floor, Mattheo took your arms and placed them loosely around his shoulders, grabbing your waist and swaying you to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight.” Matt said, smiling down at you.

“As opposed to every other day?” You said, a playful smile on your lips.

“You’re impossible.” He said, lightly laughing.

“Thank you. You look very handsome as well.” You said, your stomach flipping around.

Mattheo and you continued to dance and talk, enjoying each others company. Your emotions were high due to the mix of alcohol, movement, and Mattheo’s arms around your body, putting you into a euphoric state. The blur of the seductive music leaving you yearning for nothing more than his lips. As the music progressed, Mattheo spun you around, your back now to his front, and your arms holding him by his neck, tugging his hair with your fingers. His breath was hot and heavy in your ear, your hips grinding together to the beat of the music causing your own breath to hitch.

As much as you wanted to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, you felt a pair of eyes burning on you, causing an uncomfortable feeling to rise in your stomach.

“You ok?” Mattheo asked, his voice husky and low.

Before you could even respond, you felt a pair of strong hands ripping you from Mattheo, dizzying you and causing you to fall onto the ground. Disoriented, you struggled to realize the sight in front of you.

Theo had punched Mattheo square on the jaw, his head spinning back and losing his balance. Theo was relentless as he took the opportunity to mount his body and throw continuous punches. Mattheo attempted to fight back but the surprise of his best mates attack mixed with his physical and mental impairments caused by the alcohol and weed prevented him from protecting himself as well as he would’ve on a regular day.

“Get off of him!” You yelled as you finally realized the situation, a ring already forming around the boys.

“Stop, stop!” Enzo said to you as he grabbed you as you attempted to run towards the boys, holding you back.

“He’s killing him! Get the fuck off of him!” You yelled, attempting to break free from Enzo’s strong arms, which proved to be impossible after only a few seconds.

“Mate get off him!” Blaise yelled over the music, as he and Draco attempted to pull Theo off of Mattheo.

Mattheo had managed to throw some good punches despite his condition, Theo’s bloody nose dripping down his neck, his now black eye quickly swelling shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Draco asked astonished, grabbing onto Theo with the help of a few other guys.

It took half of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team + Blaise and Draco to finally rip Theo from Mattheo’s bloody body, grabbing him and throwing him onto a nearby couch.

You ran to Mattheo’s body as soon as Enzo loosened his grip, blood masking his precious features.

“Matty, can you hear me?” You asked, tears welling in your eyes at the sight, your hand lightly running through his hair.

No response.

“Mattheo?!” You asked louder this time, shaking him.

No response.

“Enzo help me! He’s not answering!” You said frantically, he rushed to your side and shook Mattheo, attempting to get his attention.

“Help me lift him.” He said to you, before looking over at you and seeing your tragic state.

“Draco, get over here!” He yelled, never taking his eyes off of you. Did you actually love him? He thought to himself, always just thinking your flirty nature was a joke.

“Grab his arm.” Draco said as he made it over, pulling Enzo out of his thoughts.

The boys grunted as they lifted Mattheo’s body, blood pouring down his face as they straightened him up.

“We have to get him to the Hospital wing.” You said hysterically, your heart pumping to loudly you could no longer hear the boisterous music.

Everyone around staring in disbelief, whispers and gasps filling the room.

Blaise rushed over once he was done with Theo, grabbing Mattheo’s legs and helping the boys carry him out of the party, rushing to the hospital wing.

“He’s alive right?” You asked, worry consuming your entire body.

“This is Mattheo we’re talking about, it’s gonna take a lot more than a few punches to get him.” Enzo said, reassuring you.

After a few minutes of rushing around the castle, you finally reached the Hospital Wing, pushing the big doors open and calling for Madame Pomphrey.

She came around the corner upon hearing your voice, rushing towards the group at the sight of Mattheo’s body.

“Is he conscious?” She asked immediately, leading the boys to a bed.

“No.” Enzo responded as they laid Mattheo down onto the bed Madame Pomphrey had assigned.

“Alright, thank you for bringing me the boy, but I need you out. I’ll send for you when he’s awake.” She said, immediately pouring some liquid onto a rag and dabbing it on Mattheo’s broken face.

You began to protest, but Enzo dragged you away, leaving the room and shutting the door.

“He’ll be fine. We need to let her do her job.” Draco said as he noticed you about to complain again.

You whimpered at the thought, burying your face in Enzo’s chest, who held you tightly.

“He’s going to be fine, I promise.” He said, rubbing your hair.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat, causing you to break free from Enzo’s chest to see who the noise belonged to.

Theodore.

“You! You foul coward! What the fuck is your problem attacking him like that?! You almost killed your best friend!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes as you lunged towards Theo.

“Y/n please, just hear me out.” He said desperately.

“What is there to hear? I can barley even look at you right now I’m so disgusted!” You yelled, fighting every urge to slap him across the face.

“Y/n please, I’m sorry! I just-“

“You just what? You just fucking what?” You yelled again, the boys behind you watching the scene unfold with awe.

“I never meant to hurt him, I just couldn’t stop.” His voice was seeping with desperation, his eyes filled with anguish.

“I actually can’t even look at you.” You said at his stupid claim.

“Y/n you wouldn’t understand but I had to! I couldn’t watch any longer I was just consumed with rage, I barely even realized what I was doing!” He rushed out, attempting to explain a hopeless claim.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You spit at him, the image of Mattheo’s body getting bloodier and bloodier cycling around in your head.

“Y/n I’m in love with you! And seeing him hold you like that, I don’t know what took over me but I just couldn’t contain it!” He exclaimed, his hands in his hair.

Suddenly everything stopped, your head spun so fast you were sure it was going to fall off your neck. The boys behind you had their jaws on the floor and Theo held his breath. After what felt like centuries, you let out a breath.

“I need you to get the fuck out of my sight right now.” Was all you said as your rage began to eat at you.

“Y/n please don’t, just talk to me!” He begged.

After you didn’t respond he pleaded again.

“Mate, I think it’s best you leave.” Enzo said, as he made his way over to Theo.

“No I’m not fucking leaving! We’re in the middle of a conversation!”

“She’s made it painfully clear that she wants nothing to do with you.” Enzo said, grabbing Theo’s arm and pulling him away, disappearing down the hall.

Draco and Blaise squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before following in Enzo and Theo’s path.

You suddenly felt so dizzy and walked over to the infirmary’s door, letting your body slide down until your knees were to your chin.

You held your shins as you sobbed, your brain struggling to find solace.

Mattheo was in the hospital wing and you had no idea if he would recover or not, and you couldn’t even recognize Theo anymore. What the fuck was happening?

—-

After what was probably hours, the doors opened, Madame Pomphrey kindly informing you that Mattheo was now awake.

You took a deep breath, afraid of what you might see, and followed her inside. After she reminded you of the bed where he lay, she walked towards the back, giving you two privacy.

You slowly walked up the bed, hesitantly opening the curtain to see the boy.

“Hey princess.” Mattheo said groggily, his face covered in bandages and bruises

“Oh my god.” You said, your hands flinging to cover your mouth as tears sprung back into your eyes.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. You should see the other guy.” He said reassuring you, smiling lightly at his joke.

You laughed through your tears, sitting down at the little stool next to his bed.

“Does it hurt?” You asked, holding onto his hand.

“Not one bit.” You knew he was lying because of the way he grimaced every time he even slightly moved, but you appreciated the sentiment.

“Merlin I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so sorry.” You said, your heart cracking at the sight of him.

“It’s not your fault y/n. And I’m gonna be just fine, Nurse said so herself.” He said, his own heart breaking seeing you so upset.

“I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

“You could kiss me better.” His signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh yeah? Where does it hurt?” You asked, smiling at his antics.

“Right here.” He said, pointing just above his right eyebrow with his left hand.

You leaned down and lightly kissed his cut, a sound of pleasure releasing for Mattheo at the touch.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his nose.

You leaned down and kissed him again, lightly at risk that you might hurt him.

“Here.” He said, now pointing to his cheekbone. You repeated your earlier steps.

“And here.” He said, his finger now coming up to his lips.

Your eyes widened once you realized what he meant, your heart growing in size at his miniature confession.

You slowly leaned down, until your lips were hovering just above his.

“Are you sure it hurts here?” You joked.

“More than anything else.” He responded, before leaning up and finally meeting his lips with yours.

The kiss was romantic and sweet, yet a deep hunger was slowly taking control.

His hands reached up to your hair, yours going to cup his cheeks.

His tongue tickled your bottom lip, slowly entering as he explored your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hands running through his hair.

“Please don’t make that noise or I won’t be able to control myself.” He said, as he slowly pulled away, a lovesick expression painted all over his face.

“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.” You joked, kissing his temple.

“Remind me to never let you plan anything again, it took too long for my liking.” He smiled, looking up at your big (color) eyes.

“Noted.” You said, before you kissed him again, all your worries disappearing as you lost yourself in his being.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey! I wanted to request something for your Valentine's Day event. Can you do a Rin x Fem!Reader and their Childhood friends to Lovers? I'm sorry if I'm being too presumptuous but could you also add Mutual Pining to this one? I'm really sorry if its against the rules but I wanted to be a little specific with the trope! You can ignore this one! Also please make it fluff! (One more angst fic and i might just end it all 😭🙏) Thank you so much for holding this event! And take care! 💖💖

❣️Thank you so much for requesting hun!! I have so little event requests rn😭 anyways hope you like it!!!

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻

The stadium is filled with chanting and screaming, bodies clad in blue or yellow as two teams prepare to face each other.

PXG v. Barcha.

On Valentine's day, of all days.

“Says a lot about how dedicated the fans are, wouldn't you say?”

“Indeed, Joe. Though I'd say it’s just another day, right?” Quips one of the announcers over the radio – you listen, only half-interested as you wait for Rin to come out for warm-ups, hands sweaty from more than the Spanish heat and humidity.

“And that is why you’re not married, Martin. Anyway folks, the game is just about to begin so stay right there– Oh! Isn't that…?” About to begin? The teams aren't even on the field yet, they really want to keep people listening, huh.

“I think it is, Joe. That is Rin Itoshi’s girlfriend, standing by the field.” What--

“Not his girlfriend, Martin, nothing's been confirmed.”

“Well, I mean, with how much they’re around each other… and you know how antisocial both Itoshi’s are, I don't feel like Rin would be around someone that much if–” You turn off the radio on your phone – they’re talking about you, obviously, and you’d rather not hear it right now. Plus who are they to talk about Rin as if they know him? As if they know him anywhere near how you know him–

Enough. Clearly the nerves are getting to you and that won't do – you have a mission.

Rin finally steps out along with the rest of his team, giving Shidou the side eye to end all side eyes as usual, before turning to where he expects to find you – you wave him over, hands only slightly shaking.

He does as you ask easily, brushing away the long strands of hair that fall over his forehead, looking as dreamy as ever. It seems the photographers agree as flashes go off behind you as he does.

You clutch a handmade bracelet in your hand, it's crude, sure, especially compared to the high end stuff Rin usually adorns himself with, but it's lovingly made and you hope he’ll see that difference. It sports the colors of Rin’s first ever team – your first ever team as well, from back when football was just a game to the both of you and not a life-long revenge crusade for Rin and… before you realized that you only ever cared about it because he did. Because you lov–

“Hey,” He greets you, casting a suspicious glance to your clenched fist, “Hey, you,” you respond, slightly breathless.

“You know what day it is?” Hoping to subtly bring up the special occasion, you ask.

“The 14th?”

“Valentine, Rin. It's Valentine’s day.”

“Oh,” His teal eyes flash down to your hand once again as you take a deep breath.

Rin’s not hard to read once you know him, granted you don't start assuming things, positively or negatively. You learned that lesson the hard way when assuming he had a crush on a girl in his class in highschool – he was quick and firm in denying it. That's perhaps when you became truly sure that you had a chance with him, the way he said it, the way his eyes stayed on yours to make sure you heard him right and the way his cheeks darked in a rare show of embarrassment. Then, he went off to Blue Lock, and you didn't see him for nearly a year.

“Here,” you extend your fist, beckoning him to show you his open palm, which he does easily enough. Once he does, you gather the last of your needed courage and place the bracelet in his hand.

“Pretty,” he says, gently taking it between his fingers, a glint of gold at his wrist catching your eye, “why though?”

“Because it's Valentine’s day – when you're supposed to confess your feelings… and all that. So… there.” Your face is burning up something fierce and you’re suddenly aware of the hundreds of eyes on you, confidence wilting away like a delicate winter flower under the summer heat.

Rin gives you an unimpressed look, always one for honesty, you should've expected his next words, “Are you trying to say you have a crush on me?”

It should be merciful, perhaps it is since you seem suddenly unable to get the words out, but it sure doesn't feel like it as you nod a little. Rin hums in response, before putting the bracelet on with all the ease in the word, before leaning close to your ear, “I have a crush on you too.”

You both know those words are insufficient, especially for how long these feelings have persisted but it does the job or now, initiate honesty can come later, but it catches you off guard in such a way that you don't notice a gold band being secured around your wrist until he pulls away, “I’ll get you something else if you don't like it.”

As he turns to run to his team on the field, you look down at your wrist to see a delicate golden bracelet with both your initials engraved onto the outside.

“What was that, Joe? Did you see that? Was it a kiss perhaps?!”

“I can't be sure, Martin. But it's safe to say that love is in the air.”

Here's the Valentine's day event rules!

[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ʚϊɞ.

a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[melinoelliones]

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Say hello to my husband <3 I was tryna wait till October to do Black Butler shit but now I gotta.... 

Reminder, how I interpret these characters may be different to how YOU interpret them, don’t jump me if you dislike what I say. X fem and X gn reader

This is more on the Undertaker before his ass takes off the hat side, so the jokey cheeky Undertaker. ALSO MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE LETTER W!! 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s probably giggling to himself and mocking the noises and phrases you said during sex LMAOOOOO. Really tho he’ll defo pull the blankets over you and feed you one of them dog bone biscuits, kisses in abundance, nothing too crazy as he will probably leave while you sleep do to fuck knows what.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves our whole body, he examines it like crazy and he says it’s so “he can fit us for a coffin one day”...... I feel like he loves our throat though 100%

On him, he loves his hands and he takes VERY good care of them, fresh set n everything we all saw that shit

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Enjoys doing it on your entire front, all of it, top to bottom

Also loves it down your throat, you can never take it all at once so watching it trickle down the corners of your mouth alongside your spit and tears is everything to him

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Enjoys doing stuff while he has customers present, if you make a noise or people get suspicious he’ll laugh or do something stupid to get people off it

He has shamelessly got off to the thought of you, maybe even your underwear

He begs and he enjoys doing it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is quite experienced I’ll be honest

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Riding in all ways possible, he wants you on him, grinding up against him whilst he helps you. Watching your needy face try to take everything in has him grinning like a crazy man

Missionary where your legs are over your head pretty much. You pushing his hair to the side as he’s panting and whimpering slightly, you know he’s close but he won’t stop

Any position where you are half hanging out a coffin, kinda like stuck in a wall but your stuck half out a coffin? He probably made a custom one JUST for this. Hearing your moans echo off the walls of the coffin keeps him going.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very goofy, keeps the jokes going THROUGHOUT

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s pretty wild down there imma be real

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is always making jokes and sometimes being cocky but he’ll always show an intimate side straight after

“F~Fuck just like that, please please keep going” he’d choke out laughing, mocking what you had just moaned out. “Don’t give me that face, I want to hear more of it” he’d laugh once more at your pout, pulling you into a kiss whilst pushing deeper into you.

Sum like that

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot and he has NO shame in it. It’s pretty shocking how often he can do it. Sometimes he’ll stay pent up just to get off when he knows you’re coming home as he knows you love when he’s a whimpering n babbling mess, maybe you’ll even decide to help him out?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blindfolds, he loves to mess with ALL of your senses while you can’t see

Knife kink and blood but its SUBTLE. You may or may not have seen him store away a bit of your blood though, wonder what he’s saving that for…..

Restraints, wants to tie you up around his shop

Toys for both of you, watching you desperately cry out to cum as he keeps turning off the vibe

Choking, he enjoys doing it while thrusting into you with full force, hearing you choke out moans and mumbles while he tightens his grip

Dacryphilia for sureeee, would examine your face and wipe your tears while fucking into you with no remorse. Even lets out a giggle or two while at it 

“Well would you look at that, you’re crying my dear, such a pretty specimen indeed. Cmon you can hold out for me, just a bit longer and i’ll make you feel so so good”

Not sure if its a kink but pussy eating. He will sit there for as long as he can just eating you out till you're completely numb from the waist down. 

"You haven't used your safeword yet you've cum 4 times in a row, is it too much for you yet hehe? Cmon, let me wipe those tears, you're too pretty to cry. Now how about I make it 6 times, or even 10 AHA, can you take all that my sweet sweet doll? Let's see shall we?" he'd smirk whilst shoving a couple digits into your already sopping core, tongue already making its way to your swollen clit. He would go on all night long if he could.

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Every corner of his store, if you can see it, you've done it there. Favourite would probably be on his desk though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

YOU! JUST YOU! You are something he’s never seen before and the way you make him feel is unmatched.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything outside the shop or on ONE specific coffin.... Whats in there?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a munch, yes I said it

Begs to have you on his face, even if that beg is in riddles or him twisting the narrative

“Hehe cmon, you know you want to, have a seat my dear, it's all yours”

“I want to taste you just once more, cmon don’t be shy, I won’t bite, unless you want me to hehe” 

He also loves receiving too though, you under his gown, even when customers are in and he’ll be giggling while starting to fuck your face on the other side of the desk

“Aha, look at you, you did brilliantly. You barely made a peep whilst they were here, such a special specimen indeed” he’d coo, pulling back his cloak to ease you off his cock, your tears mixed with his release rolling down your lower face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s cheeky as fuck. Would start slow, then speed up to a perfect pace then as you are close slow all the way back down, to the point where it's technically edging and you can’t even get off. I can hear him giggling now 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He says “Come on my love, we can make it quick” then ya’ll are at it for an hour. Ultimate LIAR. It gets boring in his shop so ya’ll still do it often anyway 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hell yeah but he knows you will never get caught. Just for entertainment you defo tried to get caught but he covered it up swiftly

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a hot minute, like 5+ rounds. With his personality people could think otherwise but absolutely not.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A sucker for a toy. He defo made a pocket pussy using YOURS, so when you aren’t with him he has a replica but he knows it's not exactly the same. Also has a vibe, he has sensitive nipples and we take FULL advantage of that

He loves to use toys on you too though, watching how they make your body react is quite fascinating. He can tell the difference between fake and his real thing though and he adores it, your needy face begging for the real thing is everything. Only he can make you feel certain ways

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Too much, but the orgasms he makes you reach after are always worth it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When he’s seriously into it he only grunts and dirty talks, otherwise it's the opposite, whimpering and cursing under his breath

“How does that feel my dear? You like it deep don’t you”

“Your body takes it so well, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep g~going much longer”

“Listen to yourself, all this dirty talk from such a sweet specimen?”

“A girl like you should be walking the streets of Soho, yet here you are taking the cock of an Undertaker. How did I get so lucky to have the dirtiest of them all stroll through my doors?”

“Aha, keep going love, i’m not finished just yet”

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Would consider making you into a puppet when you die and keeping you for…. Personal reasons

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dude is pretty big so imma say 8/9 inches, more on the slenderish side but veiny

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Unusually high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn’t, he’ll pretend to but go off once you’re asleep. Dudes got things….. to do.......

[gay-dorito-dust]

please can i request headcandons of the spiderverse people finding out their best friend reader is the protege of Miguel O’Hara

A/n: Miles’ head cannon is gonna be a bit angsty as it’ll probably take place during the events of the movie. So sorry if you wanted something fluffy.

Also I’m sorry for the severe lack of characters, I kinda ran out of ideas on how others would react. 🦦

Miles finding out that you, his best friend whom he probably said a-lot of embarrassing shit to out of the sheer comfortability level he had with you, were the protege of Miguel O’hara was definitely a wild ride.

Especially so considering all the shit he’s endured during his visitation of the Spider Society.

Naturally he’s going to feel hurt that you didn’t disclose this information to him because he thought you were genuinely good friends. But would be willing to hear you out on what you have to say because he genuinely wants to know why.

So when you tell him that the reason you were so quiet about being Miguel’s protege was the same reason why you didn’t disclose to Miguel that he was your best friend. You told Miles that your mentor would think you a vulnerability much like he did in regards of the relationship between Gwen and himself.

It’s not that you were ashamed of Miles, no, never. He’s your best friend and you loved him greatly and told him that pretty much every day whilst going out of your way to answer all his questions about the spider society when Gwen failed to do also, including stuff regarding his place in all of it.

Your friendship with Miles meant a lot more to you then being apart of some stupid society that was extremely selective on who they recruit.

But you understood and respected Miles’ need for space away from you to think on things before you then promptly left to head back to the spider society before Miguel grew suspicious of your whereabouts and who you were with.

Just give him some time. He’s been through enough and never got the chance to properly sit through his emotions.

Hobie would probably look you dead in the eye as he’s holding you by the shoulders and in all seriousness says, ‘blink twice if your being held hostage by that tyrannical dictator prick.’

Hobie would’ve notice the similarities in you and Miguel fight almost instantaneously since he’s a very observant dude and if he was anyone else, he would’ve just shrugged it off as you imitating Miguel for shits and giggles.

But Hobie would definitely have an inkling that something was going off between you and Miguel long before you told him about being his protege. He thanked fuck it wasn’t anything romantic in the slightest.

Though he would defiantly have a few questions on why it was that you’d let yourself be taken under his wing. Were you dismantling the system from the inside out but we’re playing the long game like he was? Or were you made into being his protege without having a say in anything?

If it was the first one then he’d clap you on the back with pride but if it was the second one then he’d more then happily suggest in teaching him a lesson in trying to take advantage of his mate.

But if it was neither option and that you just really wanted to learn from him and grow to become a better, stronger, faster Spider-Person then Hobie would back off. Hobie trusts you enough to make your own decisions and to take care of yourself.

But that don’t mean he ain’t in your corner when the time comes because he is and always will be looking out for you no matter what and he’ll gladly intervene when he thinks Miguel is being too hard on you, or he just straights up takes you back to his dimension when he thinks you need a break from it all and spend time with him and causing chaos together.

Gwen would’ve probably found out that you were Miguel’s protege when it seemed that whenever the big boss man had to go on a mission, he’d always have you pair up with him despite being quite capable at taking on anomalies on his own.

She’s observant in her own right but not to the same extent that Hobie is but that’s neither here nor there.

She thinks it’s pretty cool that her best friend was the protege of the big boss man himself, but knew that there was a lot of pressure and stress ridding on your shoulders when it comes go being the protege of man who created the Spider Society.

But I’d like to think that you’d both show off what Miguel/Jessica taught you to one another as you goof off in some other dimension together during a mission.

So now and then she makes sure that you’re okay after hard missions, whether they be solo or duo with your mentor, and making sure your eating, keeping yourself hydrated, but most importantly Gwen’s making sure you’re taking breaks in between tasks so you don’t become fatigued and burnt out later down the line.

Whilst originally thinking that you being Miguel’s protege was cool and all but she does worry about you, especially when he gets himself into a violent outburst and starts throwing shit with out rhyme or reason.

Gwen can’t help that she’s overprotective of you and wants to keep you safe even if your in a place that’s meant to be a safe space for all spider people. She’s already lost Peter and she wasn’t about to loose you too because your mentor didn’t think you were up to snuff. She didn’t want to be at the Spider Society if you weren’t and didn’t care if that made her more of a liability in her peer’s eyes.

[ryuichirou]

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I’ll start with some news.

I am currently locked out of my twitter account. We did everything we could to try to get it back, but no matter what happens, it will most likely take some time.

I don’t like bringing attention to this kind of stuff because we have tons of other things to talk about which are more important than some toddlers trying to obliterate us for 1000th time (frankly I would rather talk about the colour of Leona’s butthole), but this time it’s kind of serious and important. We don’t know what’s going to happen next, but for now I wanted to say that if we won’t get the account back in time or will lose it indefinitely, we will have to ask for your help. I am sorry for that in advance.

Also, if you were discussing/working on commissions with me via DMs there, please email me or contact me via any other platform as soon as possible. Just in case.

Mass-reporting is wild, eh?

I am rambling a bit, and I didn’t really want to complain, because I know for a fact it would give satisfaction to some people, but you know? I am going to complain: it sucks ass. It happened at the worst time possible and it happened over nothing (literally, the art that got it was a Todd/Wallace non-sexual piece that got too many likes for children’s liking). I don’t care if people don’t like us, I don’t care if they gossip with their girlies about us, all I want is for them to leave us the fuck alone and let us do our thing in peace. Imagine being so unbelievably boring and so incredibly unlikeable and unable to make meaningful connections not only with other people but also with any kind of media that you just have to go out of your way to ruin things for others because this is the only thing that makes your immature brain produce something that even remotely resembles joy. Because your own pathetic self is so deeply insecure and constantly frustrated at yourself that you just have to create an illusion of control over someone else to feel important. I can’t even call it a troll behavior – at least trolls are funny sometimes. This is just someone who hit a midlife crisis at the age of 16 and made it my problem for some reason.  

And yet, it’s okay. Even if we end up losing our account, it’ll be a huge disappointment and it will hurt us tremendously, it already did. And it’s scary to think about this scenario, and it’s difficult to talk about how, if it happens, that it’s going to be okay. But eventually we’ll get over it and build ourselves up again, just like we did before several times. And these clowns will still be boring, unlikeable, lonely and very likely shit at drawing.

So yeah. Take care of yourself and block everyone who seems suspicious on sight. It’s not a panacea, but certainly is helpful.

Alright, time to talk about Leona’s butthole (not really, but we will talk about SebeMal, and it’s even better) 💪

Anonymous asked:

Seeing Vanitas made me curious about something: did you ever read Pandora Hearts? I think for a lot of people that series went hand in hand with Black Butler as the main "victorian aesthetic mangas" from the late '00/early '10. Gothic lolitas really had it all back then..

Ohh you’re so right Anon, it was the ultimate late ‘00/early ’10 aesthetic! Boys in vests with bows/ties, crosses and rosaries and traumatic and problematic backstories lol I really miss it sometimes. What an era.

I personally haven’t read/watched Pandora Hearts, but Katsu did! But it was even before we met… So my only association with this title is that Katsu’s old username was “ozbezariusnya” 🥰 Oh, and that Gilbert (?) looks very cute, but let’s be honest, of course I would think he is cute.

nebula-ryuu asked:

Regarding my question, I mean if the Malleus and Sebek ship has a dynamic or a context 😅😅 a background or a story. I have a certain feeling about what it is like but I don't want to affirm anything hehe

I don't know if I made what I said better understood, in any case I can explain it again, no problem 🙏

Oh! Thank you for clarifying!

As for our background for shipping them, we just really really love loyal characters that are a bit unhinged about their loyalty and love/obsession. So we didn’t even have a choice, they stole our hearts… and Malleus is very interesting in his interactions with Sebek too; he is annoyed by him sometimes, but he tolerates a lot and teases him.

As for the ship itself, we tend to think that in addition to Sebek being loyal and obsessive with Malleus, he is also deeply in love with him ever since he was a child. He is conflicted because he really wants to be his lover, but also thinks that he isn’t worthy. Malleus is amused by Sebek and allows him to do much more than he probably should. Actually, I think I talked about their dynamic in this post!

I hope I understood you correctly. Thank you for your question! And if you have any more questions, please let me know.

Anonymous asked:

would Lilia and Azul ever fight over who gets to have Idia?

Replied here! Thank you for your question, Anon.

[glorysbox]

Hi! Wanted to start off saying I love your writing so much! I had an idea that I’d love to see written by you, though I’m not sure if you do swf type stuff? (If not please totally ignore me!) And also not sure how detailed you prefer people to get, so this might be way too long for a fic lol. Either way, love your writing and hope you’re doing well!

So essentially Leon has a friend (afab) who has had a boyfriend for a while, and Leon begins to notice that she’s been staying home all the time, showing up less and less to hang out with their friend group, and giving excuses to not show up that’ve begun to repeat. Leon gets suspicious and confronts her when they’re alone for a minute, asking if her boyfriend is preventing her from hanging out with her friends and family. She confirms that’s the case, and explains that her boyfriend gets insanely suspicious about her interacting with anyone outside of him because, “Why would you ever need to talk to or be around anyone else? I should be enough for you. I should be your whole world.” And Leon, who has always had feelings for her but never acted on them is essentially like, “You know there are people who’d treat you better than that, right?”

leon x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

tags: SFW YAYYYY! implied emotionally abusive relationship, hurt + comfort, leon is a cutie that cares about u a lot, dialogue heavy again

It's been a while since he's seen you.

So long, in fact, that Leon is starting to feel worried.

He never liked your boyfriend—couldn't stand the way the guy constantly talked down to you or the people around you. Leon never said anything, though. The guy made you "happy"—(in your own words)—and he would rather keep his tongue shut than threaten the friendship he has with you over this guy.

He thought he was making the right decision.

And yet, here he is, staring at the multitude of messages that he's been sending you over the past few weeks. Invitations to hang out get ignored. Questions about your well-being get ignored. Conversation starters get ignored. It's frustrating. But above being frustrating: it's nerve-wracking. Leon is worried. And he has been for weeks now... you're pulling away from him. And not just him; you're pulling away from everyone.

bestie: Hey. I'm worried about you, can we please talk? You've been distant for a while now. Did I do something wrong? [7:32]

bestie: Hello? Cmon. Dont ignore me [7:47]

You don't even read it.

It's at this point in time where Leon is starting to feel like he needs to do something. To say something. You were never like this before—and he's upset. Really upset. Which leads him to where he is now—fumbling with his phone as he stands outside of your apartment building. What does he even say? Does he call you—maybe text you? Will you even respond? Probably not. What if your boyfriend—the whole reason he wants to speak with you—is over your place?

Jesus, Leon. He thinks, stuffing his phone along with his hands into his jacket pockets. Come on. She needs you. Whatever happens happens.

Three knocks on your apartment break you out of your boyfriend-argument induced stupor. Your mind is foggy as you stumble from your bed—wiping your tears—to head to the door. This time, you don't even know what you've done wrong. You listen to your boyfriend faithfully. You've stopped talking to Leon, stopped hanging out with your friends, stopped messaging your family everyday—what else is there to do? You just want him to be happy.

boyfie: Do you even care about me? [7:26]

boyfie: i ask you to do the bare minimum shit and you never listen [7:26]

boyfie: Maybe we should just break up. i treat you like you're the only girl for me and all you do is whore yourself around [7:27]

He's told you so many times that he's the only one that'll ever love you the way he does. Explained that he is and should be your endgame—tells you that every good relationship needs it's compromise. He tells you that he's compromised so much to get nothing in return. And you believe it.

You'll have to figure out how to make this right—after you see who's at the door. With one final wipe of your tears with the back of your hand, you open your front door—maybe hoping to see your boyfriend, but...

"Hey, I... are you crying?" Leon's face is scrunched together, eyebrows drawn in and eyes squinting at the sight of your (admittedly pathetic, but adorable) display of sadness.

"No—I'm not. I was just..." You trail off, voice low and sad and whiny enough to make Leon's heart break into a million pieces. Guilt rushes over him in waves. He should've come sooner. You feel a firm hand squeezing the meat of your shoulder.

"Don't even lie... can I come in? We really, really need to talk. I—"

"No! No—you can't come in. Look, I'm sorry Leon, but..." You put your hands up defensively, creating distance between the both of you. Leon's heart breaks into a million more pieces. "That's not a good idea. You need to leave."

"Need to?" He sounds offended. "I'm not going anywhere. What I need to do is talk to you. About a bunch of things. It's just a talk!"

He pauses for a few moments.

"He won't get mad at us for just talking," Leon adds, in attempt to quell your obvious anxiety at just conversing with him. It's pretty much just as he thought; you never would avoid or ignore him on purpose. Your boyfriend told you to. You're just too sweet to realize that he's treating you like shit.

"Even if he doesn't... I don't want to risk it. I really don't want to upset him..." You avoid Leon's gaze. "Can you just... go away? I don't want to ruin my relationship anymore than I already have."

Leon's heart breaks into a trillion pieces.

"I'm... not going anywhere." Leon says slowly, taking a step closer to you. "Come on. He doesn't have to know. I'm worried about you. Everyone is."

"I don't want to lie about having you over. That would just be wrong." You pause. "And worried about what? I'm fine. Really."

Leon sighs. You watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose—watch as he looks around your apartment building. And then, you watch as he ducks under your arm to enter your apartment. He's already got the door shut behind himself before you can protest or say anything.

You open your mouth to speak, but—

"Just hear me out! Please. Come on. We've been best friends for years. Don't you care to hear about what I have to say?" He pauses, a pout forming on his face. You start to feel guilty for ghosting him. "Please. I'll be quick."

And you sigh in defeat, saying nothing. Which to him, is an invitation to speak.

"I... uh, okay, I know I said I wanted to speak. But I actually want you to talk to me instead. Talk to me about what's going on—" He reaches for you, putting a hand on your cheek. His thumb swipes away your tears. You don't pull away this time. "I need to know. I've been dying not knowing what's going on with you. At least give me the reason you ditched me."

"I... I'm sorry..." You mutter, eyes downcast as you avoid your best friend's intense gaze. "I should've talked to you about it, I'm sorry. It's just—he didn't want me talking to you, because..."

"Because?"

"Well—he said that you... uh, had a crush on me. And he didn't want me hanging out with you anymore because it's... cheating."

"What?! I don't—I..." He trails off, voice pitched a tad too high considering the fact that he's lying his ass off. Deflect, Leon. "Okay, whatever. What about our other friends? Your family? What's your reason for that?"

"H... he just said that you and—well, everyone doesn't understand our relationship. And that you guys just want to break us apart."

Damn right Leon doesn't understand your relationship with that douchebag. And damn right he wants you to break up with him. He doesn't verbalize any of this—not now, at least. He keeps a hand on your cheek, reveling in the feeling of your warm skin on his hand.

"And... why are you crying right now?" Leon's voice is soft as he speaks to you. He's trying his hardest to coax the truth out of you.

"Because..." You bite your lip, still looking away from Leon. The look on your face has his heart breaking into a quadrillion pieces. He could treat you so much better. "I made a mistake. And he won't tell me what I did... but I want to fix it. I really don't want to lose him..."

"You know... if he was a good boyfriend, he wouldn't not tell you what you did wrong." Leon's brows furrow together once more, replacing his softer expression. "He shouldn't want you to be upset. He should want you to be... happy. That's what couples should do."

Leon's doing a lot of talking for a guy who's never had a relationship before. He'd never admit that the reason is mostly because he only wants you.

"I know, but—"

"There's no buts. Come on. Don't you see? He's treating you like shit. I don't want to see you like..." He gestures to all of you. "This. Sad and lonely and desperate for this guy to treat you well. He's never going to treat you well."

He pauses.

"There's so many people out here. People that can treat you better. That care about you... like me, for example." Very subtle, Leon. He thinks, but thankfully... you don't seem to catch on. Or you don't comment on it if you do. He takes the opportunity, pulling you closer into him.

You don't pull away.

Making progress.

"We're best friends... I only want the best for you." You wrap your arms around his torso. Making more progress, he thinks. "I care about you more than you know. And I've been lonely without you."

You bury your face in his chest. It's comforting. It always has been. More progress.

"Everyone is worried about you. You need to... stop letting him string you along like this. He's taking advantage of you." You sniffle in his chest.

Maybe he's right, you think.

"Let's go back to the way things were before. Me. And you. And, uh... everyone else, yeah. And you being happy and smiling and having fun. I haven't seen you smile once since you started dating this guy." An exaggeration, but not all a lie. Now that you think about it, you aren't exactly happy. At all, really.

You're cracking.

"But..." You want to protest, to say anything, but the words die in your throat. You miss Leon. You miss your friends. You miss your family.

"No buts. Let's watch a movie. We can order pizza and stuff our faces. And you'll block that bastard and hang out with me every day again." You try to hold back the smile that threatens it's way on your face.

You hate to admit that this sounds like a good idea.

[iliketoeatapplesnotbananas]

Dandy's World Au Main Designs 1

Main designs for my au comic thing im gonna make :3

(I try to stick as close to canon as possible with slight deviations)

Mainly designs + personalities/extra stuff

VEE!!!

Vee—being a robot and all—has a hard time expressing her emotions. She doesn't really know how to compliment people (based off her interaction with Brightney) or interact properly. She can come off as rude and cold but she isn't heartless.

ASTRO!!!! :D

Astro is often tired and prefers sleeping over doing runs. I gave him comfy clothes because he deserves it. I forgot to add moon motifs 😭

Astro can come off as a little cold but he's really just an introvert who has a lot on his mind.

DANDY!!

The one behind it all. It's all his fault. Dandy isn't evil, just a bit morally grey. He's done questionable things and refuses to talk to anyone post ichor situation but he genuinely was friends with everyone and does care about them, especially Astro.

Alt Dandy Design

SHELLY!!! :DD

She was my fav to design!! I gave her gloves and boots as well as pants under her dress so she's more comfortable doing archeology. Goggles n bandana were for fun, and she has her trinket!! Shelly is a sweet and caring toon who loves to talk about dinosaurs and prehistoric creatures/plants. She has a fear of being forgotten though, and being ignored doesn't help...

Maybe all she needs is some love and recognition...?

PEBBLE!!

Didn't really know what to do for Pebs and I couldn't figure out how to draw the color so I got rid of his dead inside look and gave him a little bone bow tie!! (Just like his owner :P)

Pebble has a bit of a staring problem and gets a little angry when his treats are taken away, but he's overall a good boy.

SPROUT!!! :3

Second fav design.

Sprout is an overprotective toon (especially to Cosmo) ever since the ichor incident, he's been a bit more closed off and bold, seeming less kind. Deep down, however, he's still the same cheerful sweet toon, he's just more focused on survival now. He often brushes off other's worries due to circumstances. He still loves baking with Cosmo when he can.

CURRENT SITUATION/TATTERED DESIGNS!!

They grumpy

Vee -

Her ever growing suspicion is something Dandy hates. Always attempting to "talk" to him, she's never able to get the chance. Vee finds runs an annoyance, but knows they're necessary. She tends to try to go through them as fast as possible.

Astro -

More tired than ever, Astro knows a lot no one else does. He seems to be the only one still supporting Dandy...

Dandy -

...

Shelly -

Shelly is more scared than ever, but still tries her best. She is more supportive than ever and is always there to lend the other toons a hand.

Pebble -

Misses his owner a lot, Pebble tends to see Astro more often now. He's a bit banged up from all the running and getting hit he does, so please be gentle with him.

Sprout -

Suspicious of Dandy as well, but less so. Although he also wants to know what the hell is going on, his priorities are much more focused on keeping himself and Cosmo safe and keeping the others alive. He switched his pants to shorts for more mobility and convenience.

cozy shelly bc she deserves it :(

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - First Encounter

Because we all know. I have no self control :D

I don't know if this will become a serie like RealAgeAU.

This drabble is more of a thank you to all the lovely people who interacted with me over this idea and added their own little ideas and headcanons <3 So this is for all of you <3 (also i named Ghost Papyrus Ash because I like the name combination of Dust and Ash. Dust to dust and ashes to ashes kinda deal/joke)

*---------------------*

Dust taps the steering wheel as he drives through the town. Many people shoot his van worried and suspicious looks but he really doens't care that much.

Ash does not agree.

"If they know what is good for them they will stop this idiotic behaviour!" Ash huffs and grumbles as he floats around the top of the van, only his skull and hands available to him in this phantom form. "They are already lucky we are willing to give them our presence!!"

Dust hums as he follows the road "It isn't big of a deal."

Dust stops their van at the end of the road and grabs his laptop. a beat up old model but it works for what he wants. He only uses it for work stuff anyway. he opens his email and checks the address "We are here." he looks up and spots the house the email describes.

Ash huffs but floats near his shoulder "stupid white family who moved into an obviously haunted house again?"

Dust snorts and shrugs "Maybe. The man didn't specify. still." he grins at his brother "wanne bet?"

Ash looks unamused "I don't bet with you anymore."

Dust shrugs "your lose. Either way. I bet that this is the same old story. a white family moved to this very cheap mansion because the father was convinced this change of environment would solve all their issues, which are mostly that he cheated on his wife with his twenty year younger assistant."

Ash huffs unimpressed and just points pointedly at the house "Do your job. What can we expect here?"

Dust sighs but focusses on the house in the distance as he slowly opens his aura and soul for influence. Doing this near a lot of spirits leaves him at the risk of being possessed. which is why he does this only from a large distance and when he doens't sense other spirits nearby.

Dust hums as he focusses "okay... I think this may be a poltergeist? Though a very powerful one." he shoots Ash a look "best you dont go on a recon mission." he turns his driver's chair around and gets up to look through his shelve.

Ash grumbles behind him but doesn't fly off to investigate on his own. Ash as phantom is very stealthily and able to get anywhere he wants. But it leaves him weak to other spirit types.

Dust first grabs the pendant to strenghten Ash, which he tugs away in his scarf. Next he grabs a notebook and pen. An ouija board. a ghost radio.

He considers his tools before also grabbing the EMF meter and a handheld thermometer.

Ash laughs "You don't need those. if you are right and it is a poltergeist you just need to follow the floating and throwing objects to find it."

Dust shrugs "They may not be active. and stop calling your fellow spirits 'it's. it is rude." he gets out of his van and locks it before walking the last bit of the distance towards the house. Ash grumbles unhappily but follows him.

They get to the mansion together and find the family out in the garden. camping. huh. Honestly good idea on their part. just camping just outside the house.

The man had been holding a sniffing girl before catching sight of him.

The man looks excited as he hands the girl to the grown woman. the wife then it seems.

The husband rushes over "You are here! please help us!"

Dust tilts his skull and studies the scene before looking back at husband "hello. How long have you been having this spirit in your lives?"

The man sighs and moves to speak but the wife gets to his side "please love. lets first let our guest sit and we can all tell him what we saw."

Dust tilts his skull at her "Normally people don't believe in what i do."

the wife laughs but looks tired "I didn't believe in ghosts before until my house suddenly got haunted out of nowhere. And the priests we hired started to lose their minds. You get more openminded after that experience."

They end up sitting together in the grass as they explain that this was a house they bought about ten years ago. and that they never had these problems before until a month or so ago. that knives started flying and attacking them and how they couldn't feel safe anymore. How many had tried to demand the ghost to leave or tried to make it leave but nothing worked.

Dust looks at the small list he made and nods "i will need to find out why they dont leave." normally something keeps a spirit anchored to this realm and reality. it is strange that this spirit moved in without having a reason.

or at least it seems like that.

Dust asks if there seems to be a room where the spirit is most active and the family tells him it seems to be the living room though they have also been haunting the master bedroom a lot.

Dust nods and walks towards the front door. Already noticing the presence of the spirit as he gets near. He opens the front door and waits for a moment.

silence. No movement. an unnatural darkness.

Is the spirit taking energy from the environment to get this powerful? Normally they tend to feed on fear or memories. taking it from the environment is rare but not unheard of.

Dust makes sure to keep his voice calm and even "Hello. I am coming in okay?" he waits for a moment before nodding and stepping inside.

The door slams shut behind him and Dust nods "fair enough. can't have a draft form." he glances around. He needs to make a choice. living room or bed room.

He goes towards the living room. That one is generally more socially acceptable to visit on a first visit.

He gets to the room and looks around. It is a mess of furniture thrown over and broken things. The TV is static and everything is lit up with that greyish light.

Dust takes a moment to get comfortable at the coffee table as he sits with his legs crossed on the ground "Hello. I would like to ask you some questions if that is okay."

More silence but no hostile auras around him.

Dust nods and takes out the ways to help the spirit communicate "Do you have a prefered way to speak?" he points at the notebook, the radio and the ouija board.

A laugh in the air and Dust searches for the source. The longer he is near spirits the easier for him it becomes to hear and see them. He can see the outline of the spirit and watches them.

The laughted stops and the spirit floats closer to the offered items. they seem to nudge some of them before huffing.

Dust nods "no preference? we can try to just communicate as is then?"

The other stops and turns to face him. More details are becoming clear to Dust as the spirit remains near. They seem to have been a skeleton before, or they just prefer that form now.

The spirit chuckles and leans on their fist as they lay on their front in the air "sure. sounds fun."

their voice is still a little hard to understand but Dust can manage. He will have a headache after this however. That always happens when he communicates like this with new spirits.

Dust nods before putting the offered tools away before grabbing his own notebook for his personal notes "Hello, do you have a name that i can refer to you with? and do you have a preference in pronounce or gender to be referred with?" and he waits.

The spirit, becoming more and more clear to him, stares at him before speaking with that crackling and static voice "Killer. I am a guy."

Dust nods and notes it down "Killer. Hello. I am Dust. I was hoping you could answer some of my questions." more of a statement but an important one to make.

Killer nods and shrugs as answer. Okay that is good. no obvious hostile air just yet. Killer is also becoming more and more visible the longer he is not hostile. Dust can make out the skeleton with a bright red target in front of his sternum. the sweater and pants he is wearing. most telling however? the dark and empty sockets adn the black tears.

spirit forms usually say a lot about how a spirit died. The best way to make a spirit leave is to help them move on which is about 9 out of 10 times connected to their death.

So... no eye lights... hopeless situation? black tears. very traumatic? that is all he has so far and that is just speculations.

Dust asks his first question "How long have you been a spirit?"

Killer blinks before shooting him a grin "Checking if i am legal? Don't worry! I am well beyond the legal age." and he winks.

Dust blinks as Ash is silent by his side. okay. not the kind of answer he had been expecting. but better than being hostile...

Dust gives a slow nod as he makes a note "so you have been a spirit for a while. how long have you been at this place specifically?"

Killer shrugs as he thinks "little while. a month ish? so i am open to running away wiht you." and he grins at him again.

Ash grumbles angerly behind him "I think a murderous spirit is better than whatever is going on here."

Dust decides to not pay much attention to the flirsts and stay on track "Where were you before you moved here?"

Killer grins "In some other house with other people."

dust nods and continues "Why did you leave that place?"

Killer grins as he leans on his fist. staring at him "They moved and no one new moved in."

Dust frowns and asks "isnt that your aim? By haunting them? To make them leave? To have your own place for just yourself?"

Killer freezes for a moment and seems to grow a bit more static. Then he grins wider and leans closer to him "I mean. I would love to have my own house! Especially as that is seen as hot right? Having your own place." Killer winks at him again "Make sure no one interrupts our alone time?"

Ash makes gagging sounds behind him as Dust notes down 'doesnt want to be alone.'

Dust thinks for a moment before speaking again "You seem very focussed on being near others. does that mean you regret being alone?" just get more information.

Killer grins "The only thing i regret is not meeting you earlier."

Dust hums as he thinks. He doesn't seem to have any regrets. So his death and lingering isn't regret related.

It goes on like this for hours. Dust asking Killer questions and Killer replying with somekind of pickup line or other flirt with tiny bits of informations within those answers.

By the time it is evening Dust has a small list of things that seem to be trauma related but not any closer to actually getting the spirit to move on.

Dust says his goodbye as he moves towards the door only for the door of the living room to slam shut. Dust looks at it before turning back to Killer "Yes? Was there something?"

Killer looks downright panicked "Where are you going? Don't leave!"

yeah that is very obviously trauma related to being alone. maybe left behind? abandoned by someone Killer cared a lot about? Maybe that explains the flirting?

Dust speaks "I was going to go eat and sleep. I need to it to live." and he waits.

Killer frowns as he rubs his arms and eyes the door "And you will be back?"

Dust nods "I was planning on it. If i am welcome."

Killer thinks but nods. the door behind him unlocks and opens and Dust hears a second door do the same in the distance.

Dust nods and leaves the house. he gives the family a quick update that it may take a while longer as he tries to figure this out. then he goes to get his van and park it closer.

This may be a bit of a tricky case after all.

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and then in the end dust never managed to get killer to move on and killer ended up stalkign him instead <3

A drabble for this silly au!! I love seeing everyones ideas and headcanons and i hope this helps you guys to also keep interacting with me about this :D <3

part 2 - New Haunting

[theantarwitch]

About medicine in witchcraft: Health spells, Professional Healers and Unprofessional scammers (And two healing spells from me)

Lately I have been seeing a dangerous amount of medical dangerous videos in our usual witchy spaces (specially in Instagram, since I refuse to use TikTok) and that bring me here in one of my long rants who nobody really cares. But, as a healer with lot of medical background, I have to.

First, for the love of your deity, don’t take these damn vids seriously. I’m not a doctor but I know enough that a huge ton of what they put there is medical misinformation dressed as mystical powers.

I’m not asking you to become a doctor, but at least remember: Physical symptoms are NEVER caused by one single illness, and you HAVE to rule out all the possible physical illness before even consider it a symptom of your superpowers.

Yes, some minor things like a random ear ringing or a random tingle on your hand doesn’t need you to run to ER, but at least THINK about mundane causes to it.

Your ear ring? Are you using headphones a lot? Loud music? You shower and water entered on your ear? You are taking meds? Stress? Your neck is stiff and affecting your inner ear? You are neurodivergent?

Your hand tingle? Is the same hand in what you use your phone 20 hours at day? You sleep over that arm? Your shoulder is stiff? You use a mousse a lot? You practice a sport and the nerves are tired? Did you drink coffee or Red Bulls?

And I’m not even mention REAL illnesses, this is just a bunch of mundane causes! So how you dare to believe in more deeper topics of spiritual stuffs, if you have zero critical thinking in something so mundane and basic as your own body? How you plan to be an efficient witch if you don’t even doubt about these things? How you even dare to talk about your deity if you believe anything as a sign?  

An advanced witch bases their path in three big needs:

Need of study (Books or google, spend months or YEARS reading and learning)

Need of critical thinking (Think, think and ask, be curious and compare data, question it)

Need of wise skepticism (Don’t fall into the “The government want me to believe this but I’m smarter” or “Vaccines do harm, people don’t need calcium, there is brick’s dust on ketchup” kind of mindset (Yes, these are things I heard). That’s not skepticism, that’s being a Facebook Boomer Mom. Skepticism is question everything and to always be suspicious, but is neither “don’t believe in anything because I’m so smart that I can see the lies”.

And healers, my beloved healers. As one, I have to say it on the most real way: LEARN SOME MEDICINE. Specially before to do public claiming that can really hurt others.

Why learn medicine? Because as happened once… A lovely lady did a spell to lose weight. She got gastroenteritis and spent a week on the bathroom. She lost weight? Yes. In a dangerous unhealthy way? Yes. She recovers her weight back after go to the doc? Absolutely.

The body is a fine machine, a ton of process, hormones, parts, that you will always ignore and omit.

Another big mistake: “Spell to Boost my Metabolism”. Do you even know what a metabolism is? What it does? Do you even know that it has three main functions of metabolism? (Conversion of the energy to run cellular processes; conversion to building block of proteins, lipids, nucleic acids, and some carbohydrates; and the elimination of metabolic wastes). When you “boost your metabolism”, what you are aiming to do? You even know what your body need of these three…

“Spell to boost my Immune System”… Again, what part? Do you even know that your immune system is “slow” or it is just working against an illness as it should? (Reaction is not the same than an immunodeficiency) Are you aware that your body can be doing great and you will be pushing to get an overactive immune system? (And getting Asthma, Eczema, Hay fever, Food allergy and any other kind of allergy, Lupus, Type 1 Diabetes, Inflammatory bowel disease, Celiac, etc.).

Please, if you use “detox spell” in any way, just stop. Period.

If you are not willing to spend a couple of weeks at least in the damn Wikipedia, or you are in a rush, at least aim big and general, do a classic “Health/Healing spell”, that is focused on that, bring health where is needed. “My body gets healthier. My body gets health where is needed” It can’t go wrong, since you purposely don’t specify where or which part, you just do a “Somewhere I need it, and since I can’t know it, the Cosmos may know it and aid me”. If you need spells to focus a healing in a body part, maybe you need a doc, not a spell…. (Get a doc. If is so simple to not need a doc, then your body will do it without need a spell anyway)

You can also do the same with Physical Strength Spells (again aiming to boost what you don’t know what it needs to be boosted and avoiding to boost something that it DOESN’T NEED IT).

And if you are a Healer who really want to have a 90% of effectiveness on focalized and specialized healing spells, then time to study. You will need to know about hormones, chemicals, physical process, all the systems, nerves, bones, nutrition, meds… And pretty much being able to discuss with you client (to put in a way) about literally all their medical history.

And a gently offer to anyone who actually read all this shit, I give a couple of “simple” ideas for you all:

Regeneration Spell: Just a Healing spell, aimed to “attack” where is needed, but it focusses in a cellular level. General Healing spells usually are so general that include things like disposal of waste, mineral absorption, water absorption, digestion, hair growing, skin growing, muscle develop, and pretty much EVERYTHING that’s happening on your body right now, even including the gut bacteria. A Regeneration Spell will focus in each single cell of your body, from skin to bone, to neurons, to T Cells from your immune system. All. Something that your body do (except with the neurons) but that get slower with the age. This spell focus on restores damaged or missing cells to full function (you can help it to happen better with a good balanced diet, some basic exercise, proper sleep, and trying to reduce stress)

Big warning. BE SPECIFIC “My cells will get regenerated where my body need it to be healthy and in full function” or something like that. Why SO specific if the healing spells are general? Because Cancer.

Yes. Cancer. A cancerous tumor is failed cell of your own body. Our beloved bodies kill around six infected or cancer cells each DAY. Eventually (if you live enough or if your immune system gets weak) one of them will grow your body be on troubles. If you do a regeneration spell without that proper aim, you will also help to any cancer cell to regenerate, hence you can cause you a HUGE DEAL in a future. Will not happen 100% of the cases, many of these tumors can be not cancerous (benign) yet give you problems.

How do the spell? Just as any healing spell. Do your way.

Homeostasis Spell: What’s is homeostasis? Is the condition of optimal functioning for the organism, a state of steady internal physical and chemical conditions maintained by living systems. Is a stable self-regulated process of equilibrium between interdependent elements. In simple words, is the perfect state of full pure health of your body. Is a healing spell without the “but”.  

What it affects? ALL in the most basic small internal way. Body temperature, fluid balance, the pH of extracellular fluid, the concentrations of ions, blood sugar, oxygen, hormones, etc. If the body do it properly, then is balanced, in an optimal functioning, hence healing itself without big issues.

This spell helps specially (or BOOST) the body on regulate itself despite the many changes in the environment, diet, or level of activity. In this case, you don’t need to be specific, since homeostasis seek for health naturally. Do your regular healing spell but like “My body reach homeostasis”.

So. Rant and all made, I think is time for me to shut up. See you around, and check if you need drink water, sleep, rest, stretch, food, meds or hygiene!

[totowlff]

a thirsty tuesday

➝ producing content for mercedes' social media is always a challenge, especially given the demand. however, having a desired boss is always a good asset.

➝ word count: 1,8k

➝ warnings: implied sexual acts, a lot of second-hand embarassment, boss-employee dynamics

➝ author’s note: well, it's been a long time since i was last here. unfortunately, i didn't have more time to dedicate myself the way i would like to my stories. however, i feel stronger and safer to come back here and continue writing. i hope you still want to read it.

— Y/N, this is completely ridiculous — Toto said, looking up from the sheet in his hand towards your face. His expression was serious, skepticism written in the way he raised his eyebrows at you.

You gave a smile, feeling a little embarrassed to be presenting that content idea to him. After recording a video analyzing the most striking images of the ten years he was at the head of the team, the idea was that he would react to some tweets that the marketing team had selected.

In this case, you.

— That's what our audience cares about, Toto.

— Are you serious? They want to see me reading — he hesitated, looking down at the paper again — Thirsty tweets?

— Sure, why do you think I would suggest that?

Toto sighed. He was definitely upset.

— I could fire you, you know? — the team principal murmured, the shadow of a smile on his face.

— You would never do that — you replied, full of confidence.

 — How can you be so sure?

— Because, without me, you only speak bullshit.

He laughed. That was an indisputable fact: without you by his side, Toto simply lost his filters, especially in front of the microphones. The images of you elbowing the team principal in the arm when he started a sentence that would probably generate thousands of clicks on specialized sites, as well as rude responses from other team bosses.

— Okay, you got a good point — Toto said, crossing his arms. Your eyes flickered for a few seconds to the veins that were prominent over his skin, before looking into his brown eyes again.

— So, let’s do it?

— Yeah. But if you have any bullshit…

— Toto, anything that isn't business or lap times is classified as bullshit for you.

— Well, bigger bullshit. I don't want my kids to see this and think I'm weird.

— It's easier for them to think the people who wrote these stuff weird — you muttered, as you took the sheet from his hand. Toto raised a suspicious eyebrow.

— Now I'm really worried about doing this, Y/N.

— It's going to be alright, now, sit there and just be a lovely person.

— I'm always a lovely person.

— Yeah, Christian Horner agrees with you — you said, laughing, as you walked to Stephen's side, who looked less than pleased with the camera angle. After requesting changes and having Toto sit on a bench so that half of his head wasn't cut off in the image, you handed over the sheets of printed tweets, asking him not to peek at the tweets.

— What if I peek?

— You’ll ruin everyone's recording day — you replied.

— That would be a shame — he muttered, giving her a mischievous little smile.

— Indeed. But I'm sure you'll be a good boy.

You had the impression that Toto had blushed, but you didn't have time to point that out before Stephen asked you to leave the set to start filming. After a few more instructions, he signaled that he was recording.

— Hi, I'm Toto Wolff and today, I'm going to read… What is it again?

— Thirsty tweets — you said, rolling your eyes.

— Oh yeah, thirsty tweets — he said, grinning at the camera. The image caused something strange to spread inside your chest.

After repeating the take twice more, Toto finally caught the first tweet, reading it silently for a few seconds, eyes widening.

— Out loud, Toto.

— I'm not going to read this, Y/N.

— You will — you yelled, from behind the camera.

— But it's ridiculous — he exclaimed.

— You said you'd read it, you'll read it.

Sighing, the team principal paused for a few seconds before reading what was on the sheet.

— "I don't even know how, but I want to suck Toto Wolff's arms".

— What do you think?

— Well, ridiculous.

— People like your arms — you said — Doesn't it make you happy?

— They’re arms.

— But they are pretty arms.

He blinked.

— Do you think my arms are pretty? — Toto questioned.

Your face heated up. You definitely weren't ready for that question.

— Doesn't matter, go to the next one.

He chuckled before looking down at the sheet in his hands.

— “Toto Wolff could come up to me, punch me in the face for any reason and, honestly, I would probably apologize to him” — Toto read, looking up at you — Well, I would never hit anyone, so I'm really sorry.

— Not even if they asked? — you asked in a teasing tone.

— I'm too polite a man for that.

— Too bad — you laughed — Next.

— “I would call Toto Wolff daddy in front of my own dad”. I just hope my kids never do this, it must be extremely embarrassing.

You couldn't hold back a laugh at that comment.

— I thought you didn't want them to watch this video.

— And they won't watch it, I'm sure of it — Toto replied, laughing — Imagine them watching their father reading things like “I'd let Toto break my back like a glowstick”?

— I would think it's cool. In fact, I'm thinking it's cool.

— Of course you do, you chose these tweets.

— Could you go on? — you asked, making him move on to the next sheet.

— “Me: I watch Drive To Survive for the content. The content: Toto Wolff”. We can't deny that I bring content to this series, can we?

— So much content that I spent almost a month listening to people asking me to change my car if I had a problem with it.

— Did Checo say it was fucked? — he asked with a mischievous smile.

— I think I'm going to have to speak to my drivers about that — you replied, chuckling — Go on to the next one.

— “I want my juice box to be Toto Wolff's new pillow” — he read, raising an eyebrow — But what's a juice box?

— Vagina — Stephen muttered, before realizing everyone was staring at him, Toto with a particularly shocked expression — What? I lived in the States, they say that, is a slang.

— Okay, I really didn't expect that — the team principal muttered — Did you know that, Y/N?

— No — you replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Of course you knew what it meant, you weren't an idiot. Besides, you knew it was going to surprise him. You just didn't expect him to look so shocked — But, are you surprised?

— I didn't expect something so — Toto hesitated for a few seconds — Explicit.

— Then you'll love the next ones.

Passing the sheet, you noticed the team principal's face turn red.

— Y/N, I can't say that.

— You can, I checked with our legal team.

— Y/N…

— Read it now.

— “I want Toto Wolff to destroy my insides” — he said, before looking up at you — This is awful.

— Well, it's what you do to them.

Toto stared at the sheet for a few seconds.

— I'm feeling flattered right now — he said, in a sort of sarcastic way.

The film crew erupted in laughter as the team boss looked at you, who shook your head.

— Well, let's go on — he said, moving on to the next page — "Toto Wolff is so hot, I want to have his babies”. Unfortunately it won't be possible, I stopped at the second one. But if I may say so, both my children are very beautiful so I take great pride in that.

— Actually, Rosi is adorable.

— Thanks to her mom's genes — Toto answered you, before moving on to the next tweet — “My sexuality is Toto Wolff”. I'm pretty sure there's no TW in the LGBTQIA+ acronym, but…

— Maybe it's been updated? — you suggested.

— I need to talk to the Racing Pride people about this — he said, smiling — Well, I think that's the last one, “The best part of working at Mercedes is saying 'yes, sir' to Toto. I will not elaborate”.

You couldn't help but smile when he looked up at you.

— I believe there are other advantages to working at Mercedes, but I pride myself on being a good boss — Toto said, before ending the video with one of those smiles that made your chest warm.

While the crew set up the studio for the recording with Lewis, which would take place in half an hour, you and Toto headed back to his office. The team leader had already removed the microphone that was attached to his shirt and was reading something intently on the phone before handing it to you. Inside the room, he walked around the pale wood table and stopped beside the chair.

— It was kind of fun recording — Toto said, bringing his hands to his chest and undoing the top button of his shirt — I thought this thirsty tweets thing was going to be a lot worse.

Your eyes dropped to his fingers, which deftly parted the shirt, revealing the firm muscles beneath.

— Well, I'm glad you like it — you managed to reply, your mouth dry as the fabric slid down his arms. You had seen him topless before, but the feeling was always the same. The heat in your face, the tingling in your belly, the heavier heartbeat in your chest.

— But, I have a question about a thing — he continued, grabbing the baby blue shirt he was wearing before the shoot and putting it on — That last tweet…

— Yeah?

— Did you write it?

You swallowed hard.

— All tweets were posted by real users, Toto…

— But the last one is yours.

— Of course not…

— Y/N, you know I follow you, right?

You blinked, staring at the team leader in disbelief.

— You don’t have…

— Yes I do. I use it to observe things, see what people are saying, these things — Toto replied, while closing the last buttons of his shirt — I follow Lewis, George, Mick, Jonathan from engineering, Kawka and I followed your account recently. I recognized the profile picture even though it was blurry on the printed sheet.

— I apologize profusely about this, Toto…

He laughed.

— No problem, Y/N…

— It's completely inappropriate to say that kind of thing on the internet, and what's more, considering you read…

— Y/N, it's okay — he cut her off as he put on his blazer — You seem like a lot of fun outside the office.

— You think so?

  I do. Although I have a question about that tweet.

— What would it be?

— Would you mind elaborating on why that's the best part of your job?

You felt your cheeks heat up.

— Is like I’ve said, I won't elaborate, Toto.

— Not even at dinner this Friday?

Your mind short-circuited, your mouth opening slightly.

You were sure this was a hallucination.

— Are you asking me out?

— Yeah — he replied, his voice full of confidence — What do you think?

“Yes, say yes, yes!”, someone screamed in the back of your mind, while you stared at him.

— With a condition.

— Which is?

— No pizza — you said — Every time we have dinner, you insist on having pizza and still complain about my order.

— Of course, you like that atrocity with pineapple…

— Just don't eat.

— It's still disgusting, Y/N — he said — But, okay, no pizza. Do you accept?

— Yeah, sure — you answered, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

[zarathelonewolf]

Gachiakuta 113, or The Terrifying Ordeal of Not Knowing Who Arkha Corvus and Kuro Actually Are

Remember when I made a few reviews of My Hero Academia chapters? Well, I'm over that now, folks! I'm not really as passionate as I used to be about it, so now I will be writing more stuff about Gachiakuta instead.

Someone pointed out on Reddit that Arkha Corvus' eyes may hint at him not being able to see very well. So maybe the tattoo, according to this theorist, is his eyes. Eyes in the back of his head.

I still think the tattoo ties him to whatever in the holy moly heavens Kuro the informant is, and it isn't a sign that Arkha has issues in his sight.

Here I will be reporting some of my considerations on the whole thing. Please read and interact, I love talking about Gachiakuta in theory and have found little occasion to do it in practice. It is not very popular yet in my country.

The way that the memories Momoa saw while she was in Kuro's mindscape seem to be seen in first person... Bob and Emilia may have been his personas in the past... And "Boss", Arkha Corvus, may be his modern one. The theory of "Kuro and Arkha are the same person" still slaps when we consider this. However... How can a Jinki allow someone to shapeshift into whatever they want? Maybe Kuro-Arkha aren't Givers, they're Spellcasters. Or they're both Givers. Or they're human Jinki, and even then, probably the same person.

One thing's for sure, Kuro is a confirmed shapeshifter. He has shapeshifted many times to play different roles and that's how he's managed to only withold a few of the memories of the personal lives he built: he knows a lot and in order to know a lot he's put a lot of other info in the backseat. He does remember to have told Canis Surebrec, bearer and maker of the Watchman series, not to leave.

This seems to point at Kuro NOT being a Jinki. He is not a Jinki who shapeshifts, he has gained the ability to shapeshift as a person, and it probably happened after Canis' departure. Maybe he is a human Jinki and not a Jinki object.

Many point out that Zodyl ate a raw crow not to experiment which shape his coat can take, but because he knows something's up with the crows and he doesn't want to be spied on. Neat theory, and it could tell us that Kuro has not stopped caring for Canis Surebrec after he left and is hoping that the Watchman series doesn't get used wrong. This though is a personal machination of mine: maybe it's not because he cares about the series that Kuro is spying on Zodyl, but rather because the series can get him closer to remembering who exactly was Canis to him in the past.

Could Kuro be Macaca Icol? I do not think so. He may be the one who's associated with the eye symbol underneath Macaca Icol's graffiti though: one of his former friends. If so, he is the only former friend of Macaca Icol's who is confirmed to be still alive after all this time. Canis seems to have died.

Now, about Arkha. I previously reblogged some stuff about issue 113 written by other people like @zanka-nijiku, @dels-bluevoid and @noeybee, and even then, although I have theories on how the relation between Kuro and Arkha is if Kuro is the same as Arkha... I have no clue what things would play out if they are not, in fact, the same person.

I am not sure what to think about Arkha Corvus. The fact that him and Kuro are never seen close to each other is suspicious. Kuro says that he has a personal attachment to the cleaners: is it because he has observed Arkha's hijinks with his subordinates and wants to help them, since he sees them treat Rudo well and Kuro wants Rudo to help him? Or is Kuro simply Arkha, and that's where the attachment to Cleaners comes from?

I have previously put forth a theory that Kuro may indeed be a person that became a Jinki... But I am not sure this could explain Arkha's missing Jinki. It seems like an option that is too complicated.

I also said that maybe it could be explained as Kuro becoming a Jinki that Arkha uses, with limits.

Maybe Arkha has made deals with Kuro and lost memories as a result, as payment: he's frustrated that he can't remember stuff, and maybe he doesn't even remember what the deals he made with Kuro actually were. He knows he has acquired new info, but what significance does the info actually have? What question did the info, which he exchanged memories for, answer?

Kuro could easily be a Jinki who allows himself to be "used" only by "making deals": that's how one normally uses him. Maybe he was the Jinki of many other people, a storyteller to some or a particularly knowledgeable friend to others... He could be similar to the Jinki in the Watchman series, in the sense that other people who didn't originally create him (so, people aside from Canis' friend) can use him.

Maybe the person who made him originally is Canis's friend who was telling him not to leave. Maybe after this friend died, Kuro preserved his power, like a Watchman series Jinki, and even perfected it, becoming able to shapeshift until he was indistinguishable from humans, crows, and who knows, maybe other stuff.

The tattoo Arkha has is so peculiar and so difficult to place in the grand scheme of things that I have no clue what it truly is, what it truly means.

Also, Arkha was on leave when Rudo first arrived at the Cleaners HQ. Did he go to the Informant, to Kuro?

Mysteries, mysteries. If anyone else in the Gachiakuta Fandom wants to tell me their own theory, feel free guys, please interact. I love this series and I can already tell it's going to be an even greater fun ride than I could have ever imagined.

[noori-artist]

How does Blue Rebel stand out from other members of the Black Dragon?

In terms of personality, skills, gimmicks, etc.

I KNOW I TAKE ME TO LONG TO ANSWER BUT I WAS FULL ON FINALS EXAMS 😭

Anyways back to Blue Rebel in terms of personality she is like "chaotic neutral" and a dragon being in disguise so needs to act like the other members of the black dragon. But in general is a little bit dumb and curious about everything making stupid questions sometimes or doing random stuff xD

She is too soft for that world and now she is learning in the bad way how to be strong and "evil"

But she's is really trying to fit in the black dragon and not calling attention for obvious reasons and in the way she is learning new things about her

Her main rol there is for entertainment in the Fight club, she brings the music with the electric guitar and her voice! And make a lot of chaos and the public sometimes go crazy!

And a lot of people bring a lot of money and Kano really likes the money so that's why Blue is remains there xD

A funny thing about her is that she really likes to get drunk but because she's a dragon, the drinks make her fire breath very strong and sometimes can't control what ends burning xD

And obviously that's is nothing suspicious about her...she only says this happens because her body is hot when she drinks and her powers make this happen...nothing suspicious...maybe the people don't care about this because is funny when she's drunk

Usual activities in the bar when Blue drinks...please have a extinguisher close!

And about her skills she can basically control water and create like how Rain do for example. (I was thinking about she being capable to make the water turn to ice like how Katara from avatar can do it)

But her powers are because she is a Dragon and she took a human form to be among them but the main reason to be part of the Black dragon is because of Kano.

She can also heal but this ability is not used, maybe only for true emergencies and she prefers to no one know about the healing. The only time she use it was she saved Kano but that was in her dragon form and no one know about this.

If we talk about fighting she probably just attack from the distance with the water or maybe just use the guitar to hit someone with the sharp part but mostly she prefers to protect the team or herself being the case.

Her powers react to her emotions and to keep the human form requires a lot of energy. She use the goggles to hide her eyes because when she uses her powers her eyes changes.

And if she's is too tense some dragon scales appears in her body and making shows in the fight club release the tension but sometimes she needs to hide in the bathroom or in a safe place to make appear some dragon parts. Mostly she release her wings for some minutes and then she hides it again when the pain in her back are too strong for hiding it. But someday someone will notice about this....

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what about Philza and social situations headcanons? (Parties, meeting strangers, that sort of thing)

Smh this is just Irish Goodbye bait /j

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Okay yeah obligatory Irish Goodbye mention. There's so many islanders and he gets distracted so easily, if he says goodbye to everyone he's gonna get stuck in 600 more conversations and he'll never leave the Whatever he's at when he intends to.

Also obligatory: He will genuinely enjoy the gathering to its fullest but he will still be on high alert. He cares for every single islander no matter how infrequently he sees them, which means while he's still immersed in the get-together, he remains vigilant to ensure nothing can harm anyone, ESPECIALLY when there are eggs present. The banquet with the fake eggs really reinforced this.

The above is why, especially while everyone is just bantering before the real event begins, Phil will perch up high on and off and just observe everyone chatting. He's on the lookout, making sure no one is vanishing inexplicably or worse, being taken. Keeping mobs and other threats away when necessary.

When encountering strangers, he plays it cool, he's very kind and engaged. But he is observing the shit out of the person. Analyzing them, their body language, forming an impression of their Normal, their Default state, so in the future he can tell when they're off.

Hilariously his memory is ass sometimes so it takes A Few "first" impressions for him to really ingrain in his brain how a person generally is.

Once he determines your vibes check out and you're a neat person, he's ride or die. No man left behind when it's Us vs The Feds in his eyes. You need something? He's got you unless you'd rather do it yourself.

When it's not an islander though... He'll put on a nice face, he'll stay civil if they're civil first. But truthfully, he is Not interested in the stranger whatsoever, ESPECIALLY if it's a new Fed worker. Then he's straight up suspicious. It takes a lot longer to determine whether or not they're a threat, if they're worth being bothered about, or if it's fine to live and let live.

The capybaras are excluded in the above though, he fucking loves those funky guys he wants to see them more often. He loves that they're so invested in helping him get cool pictures and stuff.

He LOVES new islanders. It's fun to watch the initial impressions, seeing who bonds with who most, joining them in picking their place to set up home, and checking in in the future to see how their new abode is coming along and how they're settling in. Honestly? It's partially that Hardcore Historian brain, he loves discovering what's been built in his absence.

When he's stressed, a lot of the above goes out the window, or becomes inconsistent at least. He's no longer observant for protection, he's observant out of fear; especially for himself. He perches almost always, or never stays in one spot for too long. He gets tunnel visioned. He really doesn't want to socialize at all. He dislikes being caught not in his best shape and he can get very paranoid and self conscious about it.

Btw he sometimes has the social awareness of a fucking grape so like. If you have an issue with him, please say so. Please communicate. He's a birdbrain boy in a birdbrain world ok. Tunnel vision and ADHD go brr.

Sometimes he socializes with birds the same way he does people. Just whole ass short conversations. Usually when he's bored and lonely.

He's down to socialize literally any time. The one time he probably Doesn't want to be bothered, at least not very often or for long, is when he's Eggza doing task grinding or resource gathering.

He hates being out of the loop of things because he has no idea what to do or say when a crisis arises, which makes him feel kinda useless, and that SUCKS when the person(s) impacted are particularly close to him. But at the same time, he has so much going on already at any given time and he Always prioritizes safety (esp of the kids) over anything else, so if there isn't an immediate threat or emergency, he'll stay out of it and just let people come to him about the thing if they deem it necessary. He's not the U.S, he doesn't feel the need to insert himself into every going on on the island. Especially potentially dangerous ones, getting involved if he doesn't have to be is just inviting harm and stress. He's not everyone's dad or guardian or whatever, he doesn't have to rush to aid everyone in their time of need. He'll offer it if relevant and he'll of course come rushing if asked, but generally speaking, he minds his business if he's not roped into it in some way and then hope that someone will fill him in well enough in the future. Fit's usually got his back.

You are Not getting his ass out and about at night, at least not unless you're just inviting him to your base. Especially with the kids. You're just not. Way too dangerous, shit always goes awry.

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I shake my tin can at you more zachary content PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

You don't understand I've been brainrotting this all day what did you do to me..... please share any other misc stuff about him I'm desperate 🙏🙏🙏 me when I've been starving for platonic yan content PLEA

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oh i would love to just dump little ideas and headcanons about him all over the floor,,, thank you so much for this opportunity and i am absolutely going to make the most of it.

first off, he loves playing video games; specifically playing video games with you. Whether it be taking you to an arcade, or playing on a home system. He doesn't care much for them otherwise, even though he has his own Atari system, he never really uses it unless it's with you.

However, he doesn't like when you play it without him. he won't look mad, but he'll pull the "but i thought it was our thing :(" so fast you'll get whiplash. That's the only reason he keeps it in his room, and that it's not kept in the living room.

There's a lot of these "our things" activities that he doesn't like for you to do alone, or god forbid, do it with someone other than him. One of them is going to the local fairs, there was one in the summer that's more community/music based, and one in the fall that's more attraction/rides based.

Only once did you ask to take a friend alone with you two, and you never did it again, because he acted like you just ripped his heart right out of his chest with the request.

Zachary... has a lot of fear of being replaced. He holds you very highly in his eyes, but he knows (and doesn't necessarily mind) that you don't feel the same about him. That's where the fear of you finding someone else comes in.

That's one of the main reasons he's literally never mean to you, and his friends see him as a bit of a pushover because of it. He doesn't care if they think it's stupid how he goes out of his way for your own comfort.

Instead, any frustration or anger he might have because of you (which does happen, you're human, you're going to get on each others nerves; especially since your almost always around each other in one way or another), he'll instead bottle it up until he can take it out on someone else.

He also does this in other ways-- he has to keep up that whole "small town golden boy" facade after all, since it's a big reason why he's never been a suspect for Fools Killer. Zachary wouldn't do something like that, he's Zachary, after all!

If someone were to accuse him, then they'd probably be written off as pulling at straws. If he were to, say, just lose it at a teacher for marking a question wrong on a test that he knows was right, then people would probably get suspicious.

So he takes it out his 'prey'. He only targets people who he thinks are bothering you-- that's how it started, at first.

A few bullies, ones that were making you come home with bruises-- and once, a broken rib--, then a teacher that was actively picking on you, humiliating you, and making that class a living hell.

There were a few more victims like that, people who were actually having a negative impact on your life. And then he started to get a little more loose with the requirements.

Oh? There's a boy in your class who you thinks keeps staring at you? Reported missing the next day. There's a girl who you suspect is spreading rumors about you? Her body's found a week later, mutilated nearly beyond recognition.

Eventually, right before you found out about his 'hobby', the requirements loosened even more. He started going after your friends, or even acquaintances-- anyone who was getting 'too' close to you.

Because obviously, only he has good intentions with you. Everyone else just wants to use you, is what he deluded himself into thinking. That was the only time he felt even a modicum of guilt for who he was choosing as victims, only because it started to effect you.

Of course you'd be sad-- they were your friends. It helped to alleviate the guilt, though, to think that your friends were actually just bad people and he had to take care of them.

It didn't make it any easier, seeing you cry as yet another one of your friends wound up missing; their body eventually found, obviously the work of Fools Killer.

By the time Zachary spirited you away to his little hangout in the woods, half of your graduating class was MIA. The graduation ceremony was actually cancelled, because of how many students were lost.

In small town like yours, 46 people dying violently all in one fell swoop spanning about a year and half/2 years, most of which were apart of the 142 student high school, is definitely something that's felt by everybody.

You were going to be added to that list-- the 47th victim, even if your body was never found; Zachary however, fought against that. Not just on the basis of playing the part of a grieving brother, hoping his little sibling didn't meet such an awful end--

But he wasn't planning on keeping you in that little hangout forever. He had to go to college, after all! He'd applied to multiple colleges and universities halfway across the country, all the way in California.

Because he also wasn't planning on keeping you cooped up forever. A few more years, sure, but at the end of that period, he had a plan.

Zachary made you write some letters, made a map planning a route out of the state VIA greyhound buses, and planted them in your desk drawer back at the house. Sure, he threatened some of your few remaining friends to go along with it, but you still did it regardless. He set it all up-- had in his head that in a few years time, he'd "find" you wandering around California.

He was making it look like you'd ran away, just so he could play the hero and find you on his way back to his dorm one night;

Well, he'd do that once he made sure you,

Knew he was 'just trying to protect you',

Wouldn't go around telling everyone what actually happened, and

When he was absolutely certain that you wouldn't try to leave him. Wouldn't try to make any new friends-- just stick by him. That's all he ever wanted.

That's he'll ever want, he thinks. Because deep down, he knows he didn't do all of that to protect you. He just want to keep you by his side-- no matter how giving, how generous he appears on the outside to you and everyone else in the town;

He was probably one of the most selfish people to ever exist, when it came down to you in particular.

!! i hope that satisfied your craving for now,,, thank you so much for liking this little crechure!!! i adore my ocs, and i love seeing other people enjoy them too :))