#scream 3 headcanon

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Roman Bridger

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Sorry if you're allergic to cats...guess you'll just die then.)

- You're a good mother....

- ...Well a good cat mother, but maternal instinct knows no bounds, right? Especially in relation to a twenty something year old female with far too much time on her hands. You had to wrench your kitten out of an alleyway full of cobwebs in order to save it's life, but you don't regret a single second of it. The fading scars on your forearms from his defensive assaults and the bricks that caged him are just a reminder of how far you've come; how well you've taken care of your now mild mannered little man.

- You love Boxes with every inch of your being, so much so that even total strangers can see it: total strangers like Roman Bridger, the man who's lived in your apartment complex even longer than you have. He can still remember the night you came home with the little thing cradled in your arms: kept close to you and away from the cold regardless of how filthy his fur had been; covered in dirt and trash and dust bunnies.

- He was in the lobby looking through his mail when he heard you walk in, cooing at and lightly scolding the stray as it sat cocooned in your jacket, hissing at you in response to your kindness. His throat had gone dry at the sound of your voice, at the sight of pride on your face; a sight which even the dirt on your skin couldn't sully. You were the most invigorating thing he'd ever seen, and he'd decided in that moment that he had to have you.

- Roman had caught glimpses of you around the building since the day you'd moved in, always just missing you as you went up and down the stairs or in and out of your apartment. He'd had no real interest in you up until that moment, always too absorbed in his own life to bother paying attention to yours. The two of you lived on opposite ends of the same floor, separated enough to where it really didn't matter if he introduced himself or not. You had other neighbors, and you typically ran on different schedules; you hardly even knew he existed and he didn't go out of his way to make himself known.

- But suddenly, he felt as though he had to get to know you: get to know the type of person who could take something in off the street and care for it unconditionally. Someone who would fight tooth and nail to love something: who would refuse to fail in their attempts to save it even as it pained them, even as they punished them for it. In the back of his mind, he knew this obsession of his was a product of his upbringing, but he simply didn't care. You were everything he'd ever wanted, and he wasn't going to let you get away...

- He watched for months as you cultivated a relationship with the little fiend: watched as the scratches on your hands and arms began to disappear, replaced by patches of loose fur hanging off of your clothing. He watched as you bought food and toys and everything else it could ever need, and eventually, he watched as your precious pet began meeting you at your door, curling around your ankles every time you returned home.

- It's a tale as old as time: pet owner leaves door slightly ajar while bringing in groceries, and their animal takes the chance to dash out and run away.

- Admittedly, Boxes had simply been sitting in your doorway, patiently waiting for you as you made your way back to your car for the final few bags that you needed to bring in. But you didn't know that. You were still hunched inside your trunk when Roman returned home and scaled the steps to your shared floor, catching sight of the feline as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He'd made sure that you were gone before he'd done anything, locking eyes with the furball as he kneeled down and called him over, watching as Boxes happily trotted towards him and allowed himself to be pet.

- You were still nowhere to be found as he scooped him up and weighed his options, glancing down the staircase to ensure that you wouldn't catch him as he carried Boxes into his own apartment, dropping him delicately onto his couch. He felt a little bad hearing you later in the day, calling for your lost pet as you searched your apartment and the hallways outside of it, but he soothed himself with the knowledge that he was creating a classic love story. He'd always wanted to make one after all....

- He kept Boxes for about a week: up until you started asking around and hanging up Missing posters, giving him the perfect excuse to finally approach you. He'd practiced in the mirror before he'd made his way over, checking his appearance a couple times before scooping Boxes up and knocking on your door.

- He'd given you a friendly yet sheepish smile when you'd answered, watching your face light up with relief and excitement upon seeing Boxes safe in his arms. He'd apologized for worrying you, claiming that he'd found him wandering the streets a couple days earlier and had been taking care of him ever since: that he just feels terrible knowing that he's kept him from you, and that it's such a coincidence that the two of you ended up being neighbors.

"I've only had him for a couple days, but I'm sure I'm gonna miss him now that he's gone. I should have known he wasn't a stray, he's too sweet to be living on the street." He'd gushed, pushing his glasses up his nose and smiling at you.

"Well, you're welcome to visit him any time you'd like. It's the least I can do after you brought him back home to me." Came your reply: the very "in" that he'd been looking for with his perfectly orchestrated plan.

- Roman takes this offer as a chance to ask you out, catching up with you in the hallway a couple days later and claiming that he has something for Boxes, something he forgot he bought for him during their time together. You watch as he enters his apartment and comes out a few seconds later, brandishing a cat toy as he smiles at you and explains that he feels kind of silly keeping it around with no cat. You open your door for him and watch as Boxes happily greets the two of you; making a mental note of the fact that he very obviously approves of your rather attractive neighbor. Animals are always a good judge of character, right?

- You watch as Roman kneels down to pet him, stroking his fur before showing him the toy that he's brought over, tossing it across your floor for Boxes to run after and attack. You watch as your cat attempts war crimes on the colorful, feathery thing before you're interrupted by the sound of Roman asking you out to dinner, an offer you eagerly accept. He makes some plans with you before he leaves, giving you his number and promising to pick you up at a certain time the next day, saying goodbye to both you and your furry little friend.

- Your first date takes place at a rather expensive restaurant: one you're sure you couldn't afford to dine at if you weren't in the company of Roman Bridger, director. The more you learn about him, the more you seem to like him. He's everything a girl could ever want in a guy: sweet, funny, charming, accomplished. The type of person you could take home to your parents: the type of person who's good for you.

- It's all too easy to agree to another date by the time you're both returning home to your apartments, smiling at each other from across the hall as you unlock your doors and wave a final goodbye. It only takes another date or two before you share your first kiss.

- All it took was him looking up at you from his kneeling position on your floor, and you'd found yourself overcome with the unwavering urge to kiss him. You're sure he saw the expression on your face when your eyes finally met, his hand pausing in it's efforts to pet Boxes so that he could focus on you even more, raising up to his full height after a couple of moments and leaning down to meet you halfway, kissing you softly.

- You didn't go all the way but you certainly came close to it, your kisses deepening as you made your way over to your couch, only ending when you ran out of breath and put a hand on his chest, holding him back as you both began to smile and chuckle breathlessly. He lightheartedly apologized and you brushed him off, teasingly telling him that you should say goodnight before things get out of hand.

- He presses a kiss to your lips, to your cheek, to your forehead, and finally back to your lips before murmuring goodnight, giving your hip a gentle squeeze before he stands up and straightens himself out, grinning at you as he makes his way over to your door.

"See you tomorrow?" He questions as he walks halfway out the door, beginning to close it behind him as he sticks his head in to look at you.

"Tomorrow." You confirm with a smile.

- Tomorrow and forever.

- I think that Roman naturally tries to keep your relationship somewhat private: especially if he intends on including you in some of his future schemes; whether you're fully conscious of what you're helping him accomplish or not. But I also think that he'd use the public and the paparazzi to his advantage if he ever felt threatened: purposefully outing you as his significant other in an attempt to pressure you into staying with him or to keep other men away from you; knowing that it'll be much harder for you to leave him when the entire world is keeping an eye on you and all of your decisions. So PDA in your relationship really just depends on how much your celebrity boyfriend wants the public to know about the two of you.

- The first thing you'll notice about Roman is that he acts differently when he's in different company, and his affection towards you oftentimes reflects that. He has a tendency to act dramatic and melt into you whenever you're on set with him: laying his head on your shoulder and/or hiding his face in some part of your body whenever his work is stressing him out. He tries to keep his affection to a minimum and mimic the relationship of a close friend and/or long time boss: wrapping his arm around you and leaning in close to mutter things in your ear; keeping things between you somewhat ambiguous and hiding your relationship in plain sight.

- He makes whoever takes notice of his actions or walks in on the two of you in a more intimate setting feel like they're the ones in the wrong, and that they're intruding on something they have no business telling anyone about. Though he acts unphased by the persons sudden interruption; stepping away from you smoothly or not moving a muscle until they hurriedly excuse themselves, his lack of guilt sends a very clear and obvious message: tell whoever you want, I'm still the one in control and you're still risking your job....

- When you're not in public together, he usually acts very sweet and clingy with you, loving to lay against you and seek comfort from your touch. It isn't uncommon for him to lay his head in your lap and feel you scratch at his scalp or wrap your arms around him, taking the time to talk about your days while you relax against one another and bask in the quietness of your surroundings.

- Hugs from behind and kisses on the cheek.

- Romans kisses have a tendency to vary: how he kisses you one day might be the opposite of how he kisses you the next; it all just depends on his mood and what he's trying to portray himself as. I think he'd try to act as normal as possible for as long as possible, kissing you soft and slow and sweet, trying to make himself seem like the kind and perfect boyfriend that he wants you to think of him as.

- When that mask of his starts to slip, his kisses take on a much more rushed and rougher feel: turning hungry and needy and passionate. He refuses to let you go or explain himself so you're oftentimes swept up in the emotion that he's suddenly pouring into you. And when you seem to thoroughly enjoy this more depraved version of him; teasingly asking "who" he was last night, he feels reassured in the idea of you being able to love him, the real him. Lets just say that things are never boring with him.

- When the two of you cuddle, he oftentimes treats you like an oversized stuffed animal: wrapping himself tightly around you and grumbling whenever you try to move away, burrowing his face in your hair and squeezing you just that tiny bit tighter. Since he's so whiny, you'd think that he'd complain about your hair getting in his face, but I feel like he'd get so used to it that he'd start having trouble sleeping without the feeling. P.s. it's crucial to him that you want to cuddle with him, so bonus points if you're equally as needy for snuggles.

- He mainly calls you honey but can get a little 'Jack Torrance' on you whenever you're upset with him or not listening: spouting off exaggerated pet names in an effort to get you to talk to or hear him out. He also might call you his partner in crime; sometimes even before you realize the extent of what that could mean....

- Being alone in his apartment after spending all week with you makes him feel like a miserable divorced man who still misses his wife. Everything bad that happens to him is because you aren't there with him, he uses every minor inconvenience and excuse to call you, and he's unnecessarily bored and stressed whenever he doesn't have you in the house with him; sitting in the other room and able to occasionally observe the same way you would a fish tank whenever he needs a break from whatever he's doing.

- You're kind of like his emotional support girlfriend: you go along with him to a lot of different places; especially when he thinks something is going to be a hassle and needs some reassuring company. You'll sit in his lap while he goes through all of his different movie cuts and rants to you about his work, squeezing and patting your thighs for emphasis whenever he gets really caught up in what he's saying. Or he'll pace around while you sit in his office and try your best to soothe him, cupping his face in your hands or rubbing his back while he whines and pouts and insists that "no, no everything isn't going to be alright".

- The two of you probably meet just as he's starting to get more credentials under his belt, so when he finally decides to move in to a new and much more expensive apartment/penthouse, he probably convinces you to move in with him. Although, even if you didn't actually move in, you're bound to spend a lot more time there than your own apartment.

- Growing up without a real family, Roman has always felt as though he's missed out on all the stereotypical experiences that one would have with all of their closest loved ones. So when he gets together with you and finally feels as though he has a genuine connection with someone, he's very eager to make memories and do all of the things that he's always yearned to do.

- Spending holidays together and indulging in all of the traditions that one would expect from them. Haunted houses, hay rides, ice skating, ski resorts, picking out trees, decorating together, etc. He might occasionally seem like he's too grown up for such arguably juvenile activities, but he's actually the one eagerly anticipating and planning things out; clearing your schedules and/or making a fuss over you being too busy/not wanting to participate.

- Roman is very passionate about his "visions". Regardless of what you're doing together, he usually has a very specific idea in his head about what it should look like, and will subsequently be very anal about making sure it's as close as possible to what he's imagining: whether he's picking out clothes for the two of you or decorating your house. It's simply what you get for dating an artistic and creative man.

- Him making home movies of you and/or taking a bunch of photos. It isn't uncommon for him to position you however he wants you, or to suddenly find him filming you; even if you're not doing anything special. You just have to get used to him cataloging your lives together, and understand that he's doing it because he loves you and thinks you're beautiful.

- Arguably trivial details can mean the world to him, and he'll oftentimes make something seem like a far bigger deal than it actually is. He'll insist that he needs to see you "asap" then ask about your opinion on something you simply don't see the importance of and/or have already talked to him about five times already. Expect him to obsess over every little detail and be very particular about things, showing up to your house at odd hours of the day because he needs to ask if you prefer Chantilly Lace or White Heron for the backdrop of his latest scene. Keep in mind: everything is important to Roman.

- Roman memorizes everything you say; almost to an alarming extent. Yes, it's romantic that he knows you like the back of his hand, but when he can guess what you're about to say down to the exact way that you were going to say it, it does occasionally give you the creeps.

- It's important to note that Roman has intense mommy issues, and that everything you expect from someone who grew up in his same predicament can be magnified ten times in relation to how he behaves. Abandonment issues, fear of rejection, trust issues, validation seeking: it's all a big part of his personality, and it's just something you're going to have to work with him on.

- Try your best to bring up/compliment the little details in his work that you think no one has noticed before. He'll immediately light up and gush about whatever it is, eagerly explaining it to you and showing off as he subtly fishes for more praise. He loves to flaunt his knowledge and talent; and to receive validation, so it's the perfect way to cheer him up whenever you think his stress is getting the best of him.

- Being invited on set. If you are allergic to cats then there's a good chance that you met him as his agent or secretary. Regardless, you've had a lot of amusing moments with his employees and their reactions to finding out that they've just flirted with their new bosses girlfriend.

- He's super sweet in private but can act like a little shit when you're out in front of other people: wanting to keep his reputation of being a cocky and obnoxious director up whenever you're around "the public". It might confuse you if you're unaware of his secret and more devious endeavors, not understanding why he'd want to be known as a stereotypical asshole, but you're just happy that he isn't like that all of the time.

- Meeting with him for lunch whenever he's particularly busy. He tries his best to always make at least a little time for you; even when his schedule is a bit hectic.

- Reminding him of work events and meetings that he has.

- Going to Hollywood house parties with him ...or not: he has a love hate relationship with the idea. You'll reassure him that nothing will happen to you and convince him to let you accompany him, but he'll still keep his hands on you the entire time, his grip on you tight, protective and unrelenting. Even as manage to stray a little ways away to look around or talk to different people, his eyes will continuously find you in the crowd and interrupt immediately if he doesn't like the way a certain interaction of yours looks.

- If he's really against the idea of you coming to the aforementioned parties, then he's bound to make it up to you by letting you accompany him to different dinner meetings and/or award shows: settings he deems as much more professional and safe.

- Five star restaurants and other expensive dates.

- He always remembers your anniversaries and does his best to make them special for you: never failing to make a sentimental little toast over a glass of champagne; whether you're comfortable at home or seated in a five star restaurant.

- Mini vacations. Beaches, resorts, cabin retreats, five star hotels, etc. He needs a break from his day to day life every so often, and since you've practically become a part of him, you're obviously coming along for the ride.

- Pool and hot tub dates.

- Movie dates where he overanalyzes the shit out of them: acting like a stereotypical pretentious film student as he gushes over their camera work and directing talents.

- Relaxing at home on your couches after a long day, drinking some wine and taking turns rubbing each others sore limbs: scratching scalps and smoothing hands down each others backs as you both collapse into odd and tired positions.

- Wholeheartedly denies having a favorite stuffed animal of yours, but still always grabs or leans against the exact same one whenever he's waiting in your room for you.

- Sharing eye glasses. The two of you get used to yoinking your prescriptions off of each others faces whenever you need to read something and don't know where your own spectacles are.

- He's always the one in the relationship to get rid of spiders, and yet, you almost always argue over whether or not he's "allowed" to kill them.

"You want me to handle it, but I have to bring it outside?? Just let me squish it!"

"No!!!"

- He has a habit of teasing you, making little comments or "complaints" about your personality or your physical traits, yet he's actually the epitome of "the smell of your hair reminds me of the smell of her feet". He is genuinely obsessed with you and loves even the worst parts of you so wholeheartedly that it's kind of amazing; even if he never outwardly admits it. You sort of just have to read between the lines: like how he calls you a zombie without makeup yet is always the one making moves on you whenever you're barefaced or saying he prefers your more natural makeup looks whenever you ask his opinion on things.

- He always refuses to let you pay for things. He loves the feeling of being able to take care of you and the pride that comes from it.

- Nonchalantly gives you his credit card whenever you want something: like genuinely doesn't even question it when he hands it over, and just trusts you not to completely bankrupt him before he even hears what you're actually asking for.

- When you're living in an area as congested as Los Angeles, it helps to have a boyfriend with a nice car and a not so strict schedule who can drive you to work or college whenever you're both heading out at the same time. It's also nice having a boyfriend who mindlessly lets you borrow his car whenever he's not using it: letting you run errands or drive yourself around whenever he's busy at work; so long as you make it back by the time he's done shooting.

- He likes calling to check in with you whenever he's out of the house and/or out of town: telling you when he's coming home, where he is, what he's doing, asking what you're doing, etc. He may or may not be using you as an alibi whenever he's out committing crimes, but that's neither here nor there.

- Being dragged into his Ghostface affairs in one way or another; whether you're fully aware of it or not. You might not help him do any of the actual killing, but there's still other ways that you can be of service: providing alibis, destroying evidence, communicating with people for him, laying out traps, etc.

- Get used to manipulation and ulterior motives. There's gonna be a point in your relationship where he confesses to everything and you finally realize that innocent little Roman is the mastermind to a lot of things you weren't even aware of; down to even the smallest of details. It's a startling realization but at that point, you're probably already stuck with him and incapable of getting away from him even if you wanted to.

- Having him assure you that nothing will happen to you when the murders start occurring all around you; maybe even comforting him when he comes home from the police station and talks to you about the news that you've been seeing all over the tv. You don't realize that he's so certain that you'll be safe because he's the one behind it all....

- As athletic and psychotic as Roman can be, he's honestly pretty shit at killing people. He's clumsy and inexperienced and sort of scrambling whenever he's forced to do his own dirty work, so you're probably forced to tend to his wounds a lot because he manages to hurt himself even when he's doing something simple and/or something he considers himself fully capable of accomplishing. Catch him dropping boxes on his feet while moving or cutting himself while cooking.

- That being said: his overall clumsiness makes it easier for him to come home covered in bruises and use the simple excuse of getting into some kind of accident, hiding his smile as you fuss over him and his various injuries. Don't believe him babe, he's killing people.

- Taking turns cooking for each other. He's been on his own for a while so he definitely knows how to cook for himself and for other people. But because he's been on his own for so long, he also loves the feeling of finally being taken care of as well.

- Would lowkey immediately break down into tears if you told him that it was okay to cry. Once the two of you are close enough, he opens up about his traumas and rants to you about his childhood, desperately wanting you to agree with him and to reassure him that his opinions are correct. He can get very dramatic and emotional so just try your best to comfort and calm him down: it surprisingly doesn't take much; not when it's you.

- The perfect guy to bring home to your parents. Roman sort of adopts your family as his own: especially in the case of your mother; if the two of you are close with each other. He loves her a lot and becomes her golden boy who simply can't say no to her: always bringing gifts whenever he comes to visit, sending mothers day flowers, and agreeing to whatever she asks of him; which makes it imperative that you form an alliance with her if you really want something from him.

- Always notices when you get jealous over him and his past relationships/one night stands. He honestly loves to see it, to know that you love him as much as he loves you and that you hate the idea of him being with other people, that you genuinely care if he's a part of your life or not. He always assures you that it "was nothing" whenever you see his actresses cooing at him and making it known that they slept together, but he's still all to pleased whenever you get all snippy with and territorial over him.

- His jealousy is capable of transcending the actual actions of other men: like sometimes you simply look so good that it triggers an unhealed part of himself and makes him sick. All he can do is sit there and imagine someone else seeing and falling for you and learning to love you the way that he has, and it makes him think evil thoughts. He's the type of boyfriend who would try to sway you from going out with your friends and/or wearing certain things. And he hates it whenever your guy friends/strangers try to act all buddy-buddy with him whenever the two of you are out together: it turns him borderline murderous and ruins his night.

- He's also the type of boyfriend who would get jealous over you innocently complimenting another person; even if it's just someone on the television or in an actors headshot he's looking at. He stands there glaring at them all stoic and stern, so obviously upset that you notice right away because he genuinely looks like he's got a thousand yard stare. Roman is simply a jealous man to his core.

- Roman loves you like a dog and he protects you like one too: like a stray who knows exactly what it's like to be left out in the cold, and is scared of losing the only home it's ever had. He always wants you to feel like he's there for you and that he loves you with every fiber of his being, so his protectiveness and the violence or the cruelty that comes from it can feel an awful lot like desperation. He stops at nothing to keep you safe and comfortable, and it's in those moments that you can see his carefully crafted facade start to slip and show you the darkness that lies beneath it.

- Your boyfriend outsasses you and it's devastating. Roman is so tightly strung that the two of you probably bicker/argue a considerable amount. And while he can occasionally be a little shit and act a little mean, all it takes is one look from you and he usually redirects his anger or tries to change the subject.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry. But just-just listen, alright?"

- I mentioned them before but Romans abandonment issues are a big part of why he apologizes so quickly; his general obsession with you also plays a part in it. He hates going to bed angry and/or not being on speaking terms with you so he tries his best to get you to forgive him as quickly as possible; that's usually where the aforementioned 'Jack Torrance' impression comes in. Honestly though, even if you're still fighting by the time you're ready for bed, you still end up cuddling because he simply cannot sleep without you.

- He tells you that he loves you a lot. He also needs to hear you say it back to him in order to have a good day so try to keep that in mind.

- Sorry but you're stuck with him. Roman simply won't let you leave him, he'd honestly either kidnap or kill you before he'd allow that to happen. Regardless, expect a very nice engagement ring to be offered to you not too long into your relationship. He's not incredibly fond of kids so he's gotta find some other way to tie you down as quickly as possible....

[jillgirlfriends]

live, love, ghostface!

pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, roman bridger, charlie walker, jill roberts, ethan landry, quinn bailey x fem!reader

summary: only nsfw and nsfw headcanons! it's just my thoughts about ghostfaces and who is who

billy loomis

dom

billy was very gentle with you at first, always asking about your comfort and safety. never hurt you, but you didn't know that he was actually just preparing you for his own cruel games.

when you had another session, you expected tenderness and kindness.. but, it was not there. your boyfriend was so rude and cruel to you. but, you liked it in the end.

billy doesn't like to use toys, he's against them.

your boyfriend always gives you so much pleasure. when he kisses your neck and bites it lightly, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel so good just feeling him next to you..

you can hardly hear anything from this guy, only rare sighs. try paying attention to his neck or giving him a good and long blowjob, you can hear very quiet moans from him that he holds back.

you don't have sex that often, mostly only at night when billy comes to you after the murders that you, of course, don't know about. billy needs to calm his ardor and then rest in the arms of his beloved girlfriend.

his favorite positions are missionary, doggy style and he will never admit it but he also likes cowgirl. it was only once and after that you never dominated

- «just look at yourself, how you always take my dick so well. you're just a real slut, my love» - said billy with a dark smile and he also pulled your hair.

stu macher

dom

he just wants to please you and protect you because you are his first love he wants you to feel comfortable with him.

with stu you can talk about any topic during classes, he will still joke a lot and, as always, be a playful guy.

stu always asks you and always keeps you informed of his various ideas about your sex life. his ideas are quite.. unique.

he will naturally allow you to dominate him, he will even ask you about it. he also needs rest and besides, he has a great view of your whole body. this shameless guy will naturally touch you and your curves, especially your thighs. in general, he also loves your domination over him!

he is ready to have sex at any time, you can literally do it twice a day or almost absolutely ALL night.

stu, like billy, does not like toys, he likes to use only his strengths and, in rare cases, a knife.

his favorite positions are missionary and cowgirl. the second one is simply his favorite, the very favorite. very very very

«hey baby let's change» - said stu in a quiet and gentle voice, and began to kiss your entire face and pay attention to your lips

mickey altieri

dom

mickey is just a huge experimenter, a sadist and a pervert

the first time you were all quite gentle, he took care of you properly and paid attention to you. it was the first and last time, he became literally very cruel and sadistic. constantly chooses those positions that are uncomfortable for you and also very perverted like this guy

doggy style lover, he just loves this position. he will beat, knead, bite and kiss your poor ass.

ready to have sex at any time, he has very good stamina and just a huge sexual desire. you often did this in the toilet of the college

mickey has definitely had many girls, but they were all just regular sluts. you are his favorite, and with you he finally found real pleasure and happiness

he is also ready to use a knife, but this time he will definitely ask you about it. If you agree, he can leave very small cuts.

mickey also uses toys on you, but very rarely. he will constantly tease you and call you a slut. he loves vibrators, and always uses the biggest ones.

«what a good girl, you take absolutely everything that I give you..» - mickey muttered, sliding his fingers deeper into your pussy.

roman bridger

switch (mostly dom)

roman, to be honest, is not such a fan of sex, you have sex with him quite rarely. because of roman's work and also his dark work as a ghostface, which you don't know about, so the director simply doesn't have time for it, unfortunately

basically it's quite gentle and fast, you have a lot of fast rounds and basically always in the same position.

you both can do this in the on the set's bathroom, but it's pretty rare.

I honestly don't know what to write about this wonderful man

charlie walker

sub

God, this guy will beg to be controlled and dominated. he just needs it, he will be your obedient kitten.

you constantly dominate him and do whatever you want with him. and he, like an obedient boy, accepts everything and simply enjoys you. do you want to tie him up? yes. do you want to mock him? of course, he will not resist your will.

charlie just loves cowgirl, he will stare at you and get more and more excited. he especially loves it when you leave marks on him, marking him as yours. he is just in heaven, being next to his favorite girl

he is ready to make a sex video with you, naturally only with your consent. charlie will not show the video to anyone, because it is especially for him

it was you who took his virginity, he was so inept and worried all the time. all his knowledge from porn was forgotten, because a wave of embarrassment overwhelmed him like your breasts

charlie just loves it when you pull his hair or give him a head massage while he eats your pussy

you can fuck him whenever you want, everything is at your discretion and he has no right to vote, he will be for any idea

«oh please..! is too much..» - charlie is already losing his mind from your mouth, he has lost count of how many times he has cum

jill roberts

dom

this girl was also a virgin, she didn't have sex with charlie or even more so with trevor. she didn't give it to any of them, but she gave it to you. but after the first time she almost immediately became more skilled and professional

she practically humiliates and breaks you, she deliberately fucks you in uncomfortable positions and you have no right to arise

jill will control you all the time and not let you cum. If you cum before the appointed time, she will torture your poor pussy and ass with vibrators. she is a fan of toys.

you have sex VERY rarely, because jill roberts's entire sex life is a huge secret. she is an innocent and kind girl who wouldn't hurt a fly, and no one should know what you both do. she is very afraid that you both might get caught, so you have sex very rarely.

she will never have sex during these days, sex is completely prohibited during these days.

jill can tie you up and rape your pussy with her graceful little fingers and bring you to multiple orgasms, she can add her mouth or any toys

oh she loves to touch you and your body by accident when you are in public, she will accidentally touch your chest for a second, or she will deliberately squeeze your ass and pretend like she did nothing

this queen loves doggy style, just like mickey. she finds this position kinky, and it satisfies her.

«take it all like dirty slut you are, you want this? you're getting it» - jill says roughly and with a smirk, pushing the vibrator deeper into your pussy.

ethan landry

switch (mostly sub)

first things first, this man is 100% a complete and total sub

moans, groans, whines, pleas and begs; he does it all, and does it very well

ethan is literally made to eat pussy, in every session he will definitely eat your pussy. sit on his face, he will be just happy. he always listens to you and your instructions. add a finger, slow down, speed up, whatever. he always listens to you

If you want to be fucked like a whore, he will do it, if you want to humiliate him, he will do it too. whatever you ask, he will agree to it.

ethan loves the cowgirl, it's his favorite position. he'll accept everything like an obedient kitten, and only with your consent will he touch you. he loves it when your breasts bounce.

by the way about breasts, he loves your breasts. he is so gentle. almost every day he touches your breasts and feels them. often after your sex, your nipple is in his mouth

he can literally cum if you praise him, and his favorite thing is to call him: "good boy"

like any guy, ethan needs a good blowjob. he loves it when you take his cock in your mouth and jerk him off with your hand at the same time, he is just in heaven from it. ethan closes his eyes and these beautiful moans are heard from his beautiful mouth

you both don't have sex that often, you have quite a few quick rounds. he needs sex after kills.

«oh my good boy makes me feel so good..» - you moan sweetly and smile while he eats your pussy and you sit on his face

quinn bailey

dom

of course quinn dominates. this beautiful woman has a huge sex drive, she is literally insatiable and wants sex all the time. she naturally had many sexual partners, as we know from the movie

you both have sex literally every day. It lasts for about 3-4 rounds, 15-20 minutes each.

quinn is more gentle with you than jill and she often praises you and reassures you. but, she can also be more rude.. she is such a big teaser!

this woman is number one in care after your sessions, she will calm you down and ask how you are. afterwards she can hug you for a few minutes, and then you take a shower with her where she carefully takes care of you.

she loves to seduce you with her short outfits and lift up her dress to tease you.

God she will rub your poor pussy and lick it all the time quinn often overstimulates you and you cum too much because of her

she, like jill, has toys that are safely hidden in her room. she always sticks the vibrator in so deep that it even hurts, but at these moments... caring quinn disappears and she becomes a real sadist.

queen of sex positive!

I think she had sex with a girl before.. but she probably didn't like it and promised herself she wouldn't do it with girls anymore. but you changed everything.

«come on baby, I know you can take more. It's only your third orgasm, slut.» - redhead has been rubbing your pussy for several minutes without stopping. you know that soon she will add fingers..

and by the way, don't ask me about a couple of freaks. I don't write anything with them.

[gatoburr0]

He just needs a better outfit

[muchmossymess]

Im a body horror fan so when the lifers started beep booping I didn't think "oh haha they've turned into robots that's cute I'm going to draw them as robots" I thought "their mouths turn into speakers a la the gas mask scene in Dr who"

[toxintouch]

Yooooooo, you write fan fictions, don't you? Halloween is, like, right over there *points*. would you be willing to do one of mhin taking sparrow ghost hunting? and maybe even having a "guest appearance" of a certain shadow manipulator?

if this has already been done, could you point me in the right direction?

thank you~

I've never seen a fic like that but omg. This is such a brilliant idea, I love how all the pieces come together so perfectly–Vere being said to be responsible for his fair share of local ghost stories, mentions of Mhin and haunted houses in the Uquiz results… Premium thoughts.  I had a lot of fun writing this, ty for giving me the prompt!! :>

It took a couple of extra days but it's also longer (~2900 words) so hopefully that makes up for it.  p.s sorry if u meant it to be more gen bc I wrote romantic pining lol Volume Warning! Ambiance (~BEAUTIFUL FOX NOISES) for y'all /j

Cold Spots

You pull your cloak tighter around yourself, sheltering your remaining body heat from the howling wind.  

You ignore the shiver that creeps down your spine.

You’ve been warned that the night is chilly in Eridia at this time of year, but you haven’t quite scraped together enough coin to afford more layers.  So you huddle closer to the swaying lamplight of the Wet Wick, attempting to leech warmth from the cheery (if occasionally overwhelming) atmosphere of the bar.  You’re on edge, wary about straying too far from the Wick’s affable open doors and the balmy light spilling out of them.

You crane your neck to peer as far as you can around the corner without moving, eyeing the myriad of nearby alleyways, all full to the brim with shadows, searching for a familiar splash of moonlight and blue sweeping through the night.

 That’s when you feel eyes on your back.

You freeze, all of your senses on high alert.

“You’re where I asked you to be.”  Mhin says in lieu of a greeting.  You startle, reeling around to face them.  Even when you're expecting them, they have the uncanny ability of sneaking up on you.

“You say that like you’re surprised.”  You chide, in mock affront.  “You’ll notice that I’m also on time.”  Your giddiness shows on your face, a smile tugging at your lips.

��Don’t act so pleased with yourself,” they snipe while rolling their eyes, “for anyone else, that’s the bare minimum.”  They frown, looking you up and down with their arms tightly crossed. “...Is that what you’re wearing?”

Any further quips you have for them die in your mouth, drowned out by nervous chuckling.  You realize they must be asking (in their own way) if you’re not going to get too cold.  You know you could just ask Leander or Kuras for some seasonally appropriate attire but you’d rather not rely on further charity if you can’t help it.  Hence: “I’m, um, warm blooded?”  You mean to inject an appropriate amount of bravado into your voice, but it comes out as more of a question.

Mhin sighs, long eyelashes brushing their cheeks as they close their eyes for one long moment.   “Sometimes I wonder…  Fine.  Let’s just get going.”

The floorboards shriek beneath your feet as you step across the threshold.  The entire shack seems to groan and sway, protesting audibly against the wind.  You stick close to Mhin’s back as they hold their gas lamp up, casting an eerie glow about the interior of the abandoned building.  Their keen eyes do a quick sweep before they nod decisively and usher you inside with a single precise motion.

The bellow of the wind sounds almost like a scream as the door shuts behind you.

“So, what are we looking for, exactly?”  Your voice comes out hushed, the haunting atmosphere insisting that you behave accordingly.

“Likely nothing.”  Mhin responds.  “Actual ghost sightings are very rare.  And of those, few recorded instances come from trustworthy sources.  People in Eridia can be quite superstitious.  Count on rats or other pests.  It’s more plausible that this is a mere infestation rather than–”

The roof above your heads gives a long, low creeaaaak.

You both pause for a beat, listening to silence.

“How would we know if it's a real ghost?”  You ask, more out of curiosity than anything.  You’re not about to waste the opportunity, if Mhin is willing to keep talking.

“Depends on the type of ghost.”  Another protest from the floorboards as Mhin wanders further into the dark.  Since you don’t have a lantern of your own, you have no choice but to follow close behind.  Unless you want to stumble around with nothing but the shatters of dusty moonlight cast through the cracked windows to guide your way.

Mhin and you make a quick round of the small building, finding it mostly empty, only a few pieces of broken furniture left behind.  You draw closer to the back wall, carefully avoiding moth-eaten curtains, heeding Mhin’s warning about a small step.  Based on the layout, you think this place might have been a bar or entertainment hall of some sort.  You imagine it had a nice, cozy parlor at one time, though now it’s fallen into squalor.  As Mhin examines the walls for signs of pests and other clues, you examine the graffiti strewn across them: crude jokes and lewd drawings, mostly.  Some scattered names, belonging to people and gangs you’ve never heard of before.  

Framed in the center, though, there's a huge riot of colorful paint.  An abstract painting with no proper canvas.  It's beautiful, somehow, though hauntingly morose.  The artist has contained their work in a neat square, not a single streak of color escaping the precisely imposed prison.  You’re not sure what the intent of the artist was choosing somewhere like this to display it…  

“Is there a type of ghost that makes artwork?”  You wonder aloud.  You almost wish that Mhin would hand you the lantern so you can get a better look.

Mhin clicks their tongue, sparing barely a glance toward the makeshift painting.  “I wouldn't define that as art.”  Mhin follows the line of the wall to the corner, their lantern held up to the wall.  “That’s just…paint.  If you’re looking for ghosts, try looking for scratch marks.  Those are a possible indicator, though not always a reliable one.  A sudden feeling of hot, or cold–any otherwise unexplainable temperature change.  A strange odor…”

You give the air a sniff.  “...I don’t smell anything.  Do you?”

“Dust.  Rotting wood.  And you’ve stopped using Leander’s bath soaps, which I’ll commend you for.  Why anybody would want to smell that strongly of–”  Mhin stops and gives a short whiff, their mouth slightly parted.  Their brows furrow. “It is unusual…I don't see or smell any signs of rats or roaches.  No vultures either…”

“Maybe something else scared them away?”  You posit.  You shuffle closer to Mhin, not liking the way the shadows around you seem to flow and ebb the longer you look at them, your mind making up shapes.  There’s a silly part of you that wants to feel Mhin’s cloak between your bandaged fingers as reassurance that they’ll stay close.  They’d probably hate to know that you see them as something to cling to–a source of comfort, safety.

You try to take another step closer to further dampen your trepidation, but instead you trip over– something–and stumble directly into Mhin.  They catch you on impulse, strong and quick enough to steady you with one arm while holding the lantern with the other.  You breathe an apology, your lips bumping against their chin as they help you get your feet back under you.  

You both search the ground to determine what knocked you off your balance.

It's a dirty old rug, rucked up at one edge.  

A long line of what appears to be claw marks lies half uncovered below it.  Mhin kneels beside the marks, studying them intently, carefully moving the rug to reveal yet more splintered wood.  “I’m not sure what could have done this,” they admit.  “The marks are fresh, but none of the dust was disrupted…”

The floorboards groan another protest, though it bounds off the walls in strange ways, making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where the sound originated.

“Aural contortions.”  Mhin announces.  “And a feeling that you’re being watched.  Reflective surfaces will behave oddly as well.  Hold this.”  Mhin hands you the lantern (more: shoves it into your grasp, really) reaching into their satchel.  Their nimble hands pull out a handful of alchemical concoctions, one which shines like the inside of a seashell, a tiny silver locket, which they flick open to reveal a small mirror.  There’s symbols etched into it, so old and worn away you can’t make them out.

You draw the lantern closer at their behest, illuminating a small smile spread across their face.

Is Mhin …Having fun?

“Is there anything I can do to help?”  You ask, hoping they don’t notice the warmth in your voice. Getting scolded would kind of ruin the mood.

Mhin glances up, blinking at you like they almost forgot you were there.  Their tongue peeks out, wetting their lips as they consider.  “Yes,” they finally agree, “would you–”

The lamplight is smothered by an unknown force.

The cracked streams of light from the window are gone, leaving you in darkness.

Mhin swears, their voice distorting as if they are suddenly very far away.  A moment ago they were crouched beside you, but the shadows surrounding you are so inky you can’t make out their silhouette at all.  Instinctively, you reach your hands out in front of you before freezing and reluctantly forcing them back down.  If both you and Mhin end up stumbling around with hands outstretched, there’s a possibility that they might accidentally grasp onto you and disrupt your bandages.  (You wish you had given into your desire to hold onto them earlier.)  

You whisper their name, frantic, hoping they can hear you.

“I’m here,” Mhin assures you, their voice pitched low and cautious.  You feel the gentle press of a foot against yours, a light tap of reassurance against the side of your sole.  “Stay close.”  There’s a brush of fingertips against your back.  “If the entity is particularly powerful, it will be able to move objects,” Mhin cautions, “but a ghost should never be capable of causing harm to humans directly.  And there’s not much in here that it could throw.  Just stay calm.  If you don’t keep your emotions in check, it will only be more incensed.”

Light flashes through the room again in a spotlight, guiding your gaze to a particular area of the building.

The abstract mural is defaced, dripping black liquid splattered boldly across the wall like arterial spray.  You retreat a step, feeling something wet beneath your feet.  There’s a sharp, astringent tang in the air.  Musty and earthy-floral.  Old velvet and leather, parchment and fresh paint.

You realize, with a sinking feeling of cold terror, that the black ichor on the wall spells your name.

    Eyes on you.  

Touch like a gossamer spider web.  Brushing against the nape of your neck.

“Mhin,” you whisper urgently.  “Something just–”  

The cold hits you then.  Bone deep and all consuming.  Judging by the way Mhin swears, they must feel it too.  Whatever this unknown entity is, it’s close.  And it wants…

Shadow flickers, fingers reaching for you, claws grasping, white glint of teeth.

Mhin sneers audibly, reaching for you and reeling you in by your cloak just before the figure can snatch you up.  Their arm wraps around you, guiding you with them as they recede.  They sweep their stiletto in a wide arc and you hear the clang of metal on metal, though you have no idea what it was that Mhin hit.  Their night vision must be immaculate–you can hardly see more than the fresh glint of their stiletto blade.

“Turns out it is a vermin infestation.”

A bark of laughter.  

Very familiar laughter.

The door starts to rattle on its hinges, moving to the rhythm of Vere's glee.  Mhin walks over to it, dragging your shaking body with them.  With a definitive kick from Mhin and a final cackle from Vere, the door bursts open.

Mhin tugs you out into the open air and slams it behind them.

“Awful fur-bag.”  Mhin spits the words out like the mere thought of Vere leaves a bad taste in their mouth.

You’re far enough away that the black paint clinging to both of your shoes is no longer leaving footprints, but you can’t say the same about the bone deep cold.

You’re shivering so hard your teeth start to chatter, adrenaline magnifying the chill in your bones.  How did Vere even do that?  You rub your arms and nearly stumble into Mhin in the process.  Their features twist into a half-formed scowl, eyes sweeping you before softening into something more delicate.

You find yourself staring into eyes that seem to catch the moonlight, words caught in your throat.

“You’re freezing.” Mhin murmurs, resting a hand against the curve of your cheek, testing your temperature.

You’re surprised at the contact.  Mhin is always so careful about touching you–it’s something you appreciate, usually, this unspoken agreement between the two of you; Mhin doesn’t ask intrusive questions, just makes silent hypotheses and treats your personal space with care.  You appreciate it–usually–but sometimes, (constantly), you wish…

Mhin’s thumb pets against your jaw.  They glace away from you as they do, unable to hold your gaze, but they don’t remove their hand, even as the moment hangs heavy in the air.  Their hand is soft, you think, fingertips like silk, though you can feel the thick calluses built up at the meat of their palm.  Likely hard won and harder lost, trophies from their time as a freelancer and whatever secret misfortune befell them what led them to Eridia.  Unthinking, you nuzzle into their touch, luxuriating in the coveted feeling of skin on skin.  You have half a mind to turn your head, press your lips against their calluses, kiss them like you’re drawing poison from a wound.

Mhin catches your chin between their thumb and pointer finger.  Their grip is assertive, certain.  You’d worry that you’ve angered them somehow, but the intensity of their gaze, the subtle tilt of their head, the flush of their cheeks, the featherlight caress of their breath on your lips…

–You think they might–

They back away abruptly in one smooth stride.  Their hands work quickly at the intricate clasp on their cloak.  Oh, now they’re really looking away.

“Wear this while we head back.  You didn’t come to this city to die of cold.”

They look at their bracers pointedly as you hesitate, as if itching to adjust them.  You slowly reach out and put the garment on.

The trek back to the Wick is uneventful.  The occasional star glances out from the pall of clouds constantly lingering in the Eridian sky.  You look for the waning moon, finding its reticent light and following it home.  You return Mhin’s cloak at the door, careful to hold it in a way that allows them to take it without having to touch you – touch your bandages.  

Mhin looks, oddly, a little reluctant to see it returned.  You’re not sure how else you can possibly read their body language.  Their hunched shoulders, the downturn of their mouth, their uncharacteristic lingering.  Holding the cloak in their hands like they can’t quite decide what to think of it.

They let out a sharp breath.

Mhin levels you with a pointed glare as they settle their mantle across their shoulders, affixing the clasp without need to look down.  “Buy some warmer clothes.” they order, “Tell Leander that the contract is complete and the buyer’s ‘ghost problem’ is solved.  The building should be fine for renovations, just tell them to start their renewal project on a day when the Senobium is actually holding Vere’s leash.”

  “You’ll come back for your cut tomorrow…?”  Confusion rolls off your lips.

“No.”  Mhin crosses their arms again.  “I just told you to buy some warmer clothes, didn’t I?  Consider it hazard pay.”  Again, that disgusted tone Mhin reserves for Vere.  “Even with that taken into consideration, you’ll still owe me, though.  Don’t forget.  I’ll collect some day; everyone does in this city.”

You’re not sure what to say.  Mhin is insisting that this is just a loan, and you believe that wholeheartedly.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t charity.  Mhin’s also offering you transparency–an open disclosure of the deal you’re agreeing to.  You take their cut, buy what you need, and resolve to pay it back when you can.  And if Mhin needs something similar in the future, you’ll return them in kind.  

You think you stumble over your words a little, but you agree to their offer.

“I’ll be back to collect another contract.  Hopefully something that’s not a waste of my time.”

And a promise to come back is a promise to see you again, isn’t it?  To include you in their life?  Is that what you’re supposed to take from this?  That Mhin cares for you, even if they won’t–

  Or is it your foolish heart, showing you a path that isn’t really there?  

“Goodnight, Mhin.”  You say the words, but their back is already turned, steps already taken.

   ✦ EXTENDED ENDING...? ✦

You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention.   It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you.  On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort.  You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips.  His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”

✦Heat Signature (Vere Continuation) ->

[moominpopzz]

ANYWAYS Deadwood to me’s literally just one of those creepy ass old southern hunting towns… so here’s some things I think Wiwi Wisp does based offa that

• William Wisp knows about 4 ways to skin a deer and even more how to gut one

• He saw the shotgun in s2 and all those days when they were younger and David would take him out and shoot cans and bottles to pass time came flying back to him like it was trying to attack him, THATS truly how he knows how to use that thing

•He sees lone crying children and while trying to calm them down to find out what’s wrong calls them Sugar and Darlin and Dear and Bubba

•William Wisp who says only Ma or Mama and who probably called his dad daddy til he was like 14

•He refuses to talk when he gets too mad because his accent starts slipping out and it embarrasses him

•He has a secret country playlist buried with all his other music [It has a fake out title so if anyone sees it they don’t think ab it]

•He DEFINITELY passive aggressively says “God bless you” when he’s pissed at people

•He constantly slips up and says little country sayings that he then has to explain to the others

•He only drinks tea that’s so sweet it almost made Vyncent throw up at one point.

•He says hes “Sick as a dog” when not feeling good [<- edit add on]

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[reinerszn]

could u write abt ethan pampering bimbo!reader :>?

content warnings: sfw & nsfw, established relationship, ethan’s just so inlove w reader, soft dom!ethan, afab!reader, sub!reader, bimbo!reader, p in v, oral (fem receiving), pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl, bunny), praise, just really cute headcannons!!! :P

xylea’s note: turned these into like hcs (?) so yeah!!!! we both think abt the same thing anon baby :3 turned out to be more of hcs i have for him but wtv!!! sorry anon bby if this wasn’t what u wanted ૮ ྀི⸝⸝◞ ˕ ◟⸝⸝ ྀིა

sfw !

໒꒱۪  ethan who LOVES touch. whether he’d be holding your hand, hugging you, having his arm around you, letting his hand linger on your thigh as he studies, it could be the tiniest touch and immediately his stomach gets the familiar churning and twisting; as if butterflies were fluttering in his stomach.

໒꒱۪  ethan who walks you to your classes, hand in hand, letting you ramble and talk to him about anything and everything you were thinkin’ about in that pretty lil head of yours

໒꒱۪  ethan who buys you whatever you want like the prettiest tops and the tiniest skirts; how many of those do you need by the way?

໒꒱۪  ethan who loves to bathe you (most the times with you) and help you clean yourself. he enjoys massaging your scalp, letting you rest against his chest as he lathers your pretty hair with shampoo.

໒꒱۪  ethan who loves helping you get ready. he’ll help with your hair or he’ll fetch you your makeup bag. he’ll even help you pick out your pretty outfits for the day!

໒꒱۪  ethan who loves complimenting his pretty girlfriend. he loves telling you how much he appreciates you, how much he adores and cares for you. after all, you’re his pretty lil princess and he’s your knight in shining armor

໒꒱۪  ethan who is all into that ‘corny’ relationship stuff! loves to match & coordinate things w you! it makes him beyond happy that you’re willing to show off that you two are a couple. couple rings and necklaces? he’ll buy them! matching fits? say less.

nsfw !

໒꒱۪  ethan who praises you for everything. “baby you’re doing so good.�� “taking me so well.. sucha pretty girl.” “good job princess.” he just wants to let you know how much he adores you even when he’s spliting you in half on his cock.

໒꒱۪  ethan who gives you sloppy kisses anywhere and everywhere. on your neck? yep! on your lips? how could he not!! even on your shoulder? of course! he loves you so much and he wants to make sure you know.

໒꒱۪  he loves being romantic!!!! like baby is so whipped for you ૮꒰ྀི ´∩∩ ꒱ྀིა he wants to hold your hand and whisper sweet things in your ear as he slowly pounds into your hole.

໒꒱۪  ethan who laps hungrily at your cunt, humming softly from time to time. his slender hands fondle with your plush thighs as his tongue is working so desperately between your folds and on your clit.

໒꒱۪  you make him feel so good!!! he just wants to make sure you feel just as good; if not better. he finds sex as another way of loving you in a much more intimate way and he just wants to make sure you feel all his love.

໒꒱۪  he coos out such sweet things when he’s coaxing you through your orgasm. “so pretty bunny.. came all over my fingers.”

໒꒱۪  after a couple of rounds of making you cum, making you braindead all over his fingers, face, cock, or all three, he hurries to give you some water and wipes away your tears, kissing them away. he wants to make sure you’re more than alright so he’ll run a warm bath for you and care for you; even though you’re more than exhausted. he’ll even change the sheets as you relax. & after all that, ethan would carry you to bed, letting you snuggle and sleep in his arms as he mutters to you how much he loves you.

[floralcyanide]

𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Ghostface x Reader

Headcanons of how each of the guys would be as a dad. (No Ghostface)

warnings: mentions of infertility, mentions of illness of a parent, not much else other than that, this is mostly fluff

word count: 1127

author’s note: hiii I know it's been a while since I've written and posted. but I wanted to write a little something for father's day for our fave slahsers. I hope you enjoy!!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Billy:

❈ Billy is such a girl dad, and you can’t change my mind

❈ you end up having twin girls, both of which look just like Billy

❈ they are attached to him in ways you can’t explain

❈ your girls love you, and you love them very much, but their dad is definitely the apple of their eye

❈ Billy spoils the hell out of the girls growing up

❈ they’re still very humble despite them getting everything they want

❈ you and Billy made sure to teach them values

❈ when they’re teenagers, they’re drop-dead gorgeous, which makes Billy nervous

❈ he’s definitely the dad who threatens the boys who date your daughters, even though you tell him to be smart

❈ but, knowing Billy and his past, you know for sure he would definitely kill for his girls

Stu:

❈ Stu is also a girl dad

❈ when your daughter is born, he’s a mess

❈ Stu has this huge smile he can’t wipe off his face every time he looks at your daughter

❈ he takes her everywhere with him when she’s a toddler and buys her any toy or candy she points out

❈ when school starts, you don’t who cries harder, Stu or your daughter

❈ prom and graduation are also very emotional times for Stu as his daughter is now grown up

❈ Stu is protective of his daughter, but not so much that he’d go into a murderous rage

❈ but he still scared the boys in her life enough to where they never hurt her too badly

❈ Stu is ecstatic when your daughter gets married and has children of her own

❈ just as he was a cool dad, he’s now a cool grandpa

Mickey:

❈ Mickey has always wanted a son to teach everything to

❈ so when you find out your baby is a boy, Mickey is beside himself with excitement

❈ he has a whole list of names picked out already

❈ when your son is born, Mickey stares in awe at him and how much he looks like the both of you

❈ he has your eyes and Mickey’s nose and smile

❈ Mickey is the perfect father, getting up to take care of him at night when it’s his turn

❈ sometimes he’ll do it when it’s your turn, too, so that you’ll get more rest

❈ and he’s just enthralled with his son and loves spending time with him

❈ skin-to-skin contact is Mickey’s favorite part of your son being a baby

❈ when your son is old enough to do things, Mickey is over the top with getting him into sports, art, music, and so on

❈ he wants his son to be happy no matter what he chooses to do with his childhood and his life

Roman:

❈ you have both a boy and a girl a few years apart

❈ the girl is older and very sassy, just like her father

❈ the boy is very shy and to himself, also just like his father at times

❈ Roman loves teaching the kids about art and film

❈ your daughter picks up photography, much to Roman’s delight, while your son is into costumes and designing them, which also makes Roman excited

❈ you both decide to send the kids to an art school, and Roman is upset that he won’t see the kids as often as he’d like during their teen years

❈ but he knows they love what they do and need the necessary education for those subjects

❈ once your kids are no longer kids and have graduated university, Roman makes sure that they get good jobs in the industry in Hollywood

❈ watching your little family be so close and working together makes you incredibly happy

Charlie:

❈ Charlie was very terrified when he found out you were pregnant

❈ but god, does he love his son more than anything

❈ your son looks like Charlie spit him out, with his large, round eyes and rosy lips

❈ your son is just like Charlie personality wise

❈ but your son can be very outspoken sometimes, which can make Charlie a little mad

❈ however, Charlie is very patient and learns how to handle your son and his attitude

❈ when your son struggles in school due to attention problems, Charlie researches and does everything possible in order to help his educational needs

❈ when your son graduates high school, he decides to go on to college for something Charlie isn’t a big fan of

❈ but upon seeing how skilled your son is in the career field, Charlie grows happy for him

❈ once your son has a family of his own, Charlie helps him a lot with raising his own son

Richie:

❈ at first, Richie wasn’t too keen on the idea of having children

❈ but when you both find out you’re infertile, his attitude changes

❈ suddenly, he wants to do anything to make you happy, including having children, even if they aren’t your biological ones

❈ you both decide to foster kids for a little while

❈ Richie is surprisingly wonderful with every kid who comes through your household

❈ one kid specifically holds a dear spot in your and Richie’s hearts, so you decide to adopt them permanently

❈ soon, you adopt a few more kids, making your family grow larger

❈ once all your kids have completed school and the house was empty, you realize just how much your unluckiness with fertility changed everything in your and Richie’s lives

Ethan:

❈ when your last living parent falls ill and is no longer able to take care of your little sibling, you have to step up and have temporary guardianship

❈ you and Ethan have been together for a while, but kids haven’t really been brought up quite yet

❈ so it’s weird suddenly having the responsibility shared between both of you for a child

❈ but the weird dynamic quickly becomes habit and routine

❈ Ethan takes your sibling to school, makes breakfast and packs their lunch, helps with their homework, and just about anything you can think of

❈ you and Ethan discuss having children of your own once your parent gets better and has your sibling back in their household

❈ but when your parent doesn’t get better, and it seems your sibling living with you is permanent, life throws another curveball, and you become pregnant

❈ so you and Ethan raise your sibling and child together very happily

❈ Ethan is great with kids because of his personality, and it definitely has reflected onto the kid he helped raise as well as his own child

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[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

it's one of my favourite personal headcanons that Scorpius has a grey fluffy pet cat with a clipped ear and three legs that he found abandoned as a kid and was like, yep mine, and bonded over this unwanted creature cause hes like omg people dont like me very much either!! and this cat is intelligent and loyal as hell and hisses at people he doesn't think are good for Scorpius lmao

Scorpius is general has a habit of of collecting unwanted and perhaps damaged things. he has loads of creepy and broken ornaments all over his room. but I do not only mean inanimate objects, pets and people (*cough* albus *cough*) also apply

he collects them all because he can relate to them, and because he knows he can love them

[littlelightfish]

I will scream at every non-romantic post I see about these guys. Writers be not afraid. I will love their non-romance fics. I'll blow up your coment section all alone if I have to. I will find you. Artists be not afraid. I will reach tag limit on your artpiece. If I see it at least. And if I don't, I will eventually. Or I'll try. Or @me so I won't fail you.

[ghastlyfilters]

𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 !!

pairing(s): implied randy meeks, billy loomis, mickey altieri + stu macher x gn!reader

warning: none, though some hcs that i have written might be a little modern than others!

RANDY

• Idc what y’all say, this man is OBSESSED with Funko Pops.

• Honestly, I feel that he’s well aware of the fact that he has an interest for collector’s items.

• Bro.. he would squeal if you took him to places like HMV or Hot Topic.

• When he was informed that the Video Store (his workplace) would begin to sell some Funkos of infamous movie characters since that was literally the whole theme of the place, he died off. HE. DIED. OFF.

• Billy and Stu have occasionally dropped by to rent some more horror movies, also teasing him about the pops and telling the whole store it was a.. kink? More Stu’s bad way of putting it, shall we say..

“Can you take their clothes off?” Stu asked curiously.

Randy began to get flustered as Stu proceeded to take the small statue out of the box, knowing he’d get another harsh telling off if his boss found out it was Randy’s “friends” ruining stock.

“They’re plastic dumbass,” Billy remarked. “It’s practically molded onto their figure.”

“Can you guys please sto-”

Stu snorted. “Well you can take the clothes off Barbie dolls and shit like that, can’t you? They even have parts.. uh- you know?”

“Wha- no, these aren’t like that-”

Randy was cut off once again as Billy spoke up and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the taller male. “You really stripped the clothes off of dolls just to investigate when you were a kid?”

Randy and Billy both shared the same look as Stu grinned wickedly.

…

And then it came. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Yep. Classic Stu.

• Wherever this mf goes, he always ends up eating a bag of potato chips. Nor you or his friends know where he pulls them from, but he does, he just does..

BILLY

• There is so much I could say about Billy Boy here..

(He’d most likely tell you to go fuck yourself if you called him that. Well, depending on who you are lmao)

• If you are the kind of person who loves that shitty trending pop music, you are probably better off hanging out with Stu for the day. Because Billy HATES it.

• He’s not particularly into heavy metal, i’d say more grunge. Stu bullies him for it but gets an ass whooping later so, eh.

• If he gets woken up in the middle of the night, he’s one cranky fucker about it. This man prioritises his sleep. He almost broke the cable to the house phone after Stu kept calling him one night, complaining on how he couldn’t sleep and that he wanted to go somewhere. After Billy not being able to get back into dreamland, he gave in. Pretty sure Stu ended up choosing the McDonald’s drive thru, much to Billy’s annoyance.

(That shit happens way too often but hey, who doesn’t like late night drives?)

• Billy wants a piercing but at the same time, he doesn’t? He’s not sure if he can really commit to it or not, but he does think people with piercings are cool!

• Plus his Dad would probably kick him out over something as stupid as that. Billy would just tell him to get bent either way lol.

• He can be quite a germaphobe. Sick people scare the living FUCK out of him.

• You have a cold? Aw, pity. DO. NOT. APPROACH. BILLY. LOOMIS.

• Stu accidentally sneezed on him once and Billy literally felt his heart stop. He showered about three times that day.. maybe more? Fuck knows, man.. 😭

MICKEY

• Something about him and the song Paparazzi.. IDK WHAT IT IS BUT IT JUST.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

• He’s very open about his opinions, as we all know. If you dissed his fav movie or TV show, bam bam bitch he’s gonna answer you and he ain’t gonna be so fucking nice about it.. 🫡

• Literal Beyoncé stan. I swear whenever her music is playing and y’all are at a party, he def wants to have a lil boogie with you.

• Mickey is the one person you know to have a weird, WEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIRRRRRD obsession with black coffee..

HE LOVES IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, YK?

• You, Mickey and Randy were all out at the mall once and some little girl ran up to him saying he looked like Edward Cullen?

Randy just had no idea how kids had the balls to say whatever the fuck they wanted, meanwhile Mickey didn’t know whether to take it as an insult or not..

“Vampires who sparkle like a fucking Hello Kitty sticker? Wow, new name for ya, Mick..” You giggled.

• Really spoiled, bratty girls with all their designer gear is a big no no for him, he just hates them.. 😭

• You catch him watching all the true crime documentaries. He even has books about America’s most popular serial killers. TONS, of books.

STU

• This man, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE FOLKS!!

• Stu is literally every personality combine. Like a lab experiment gone wild, honestly.

• He asks you the weirdest questions sometimes. They are so random and beyond unexpected lol.

“Wait, do you think clowns can also honk their di-”

• Stu has the most ridiculous obsession with boobs. Randy now calls him the titty monster anytime Jamie Lee Curtis shows up in the horror movies they’re watching.

• He was BORN a dog lover.

• Annoys Billy anytime he gets a new girlfriend.

• I can picture him eating anything blue raspberry flavoured he can find. CANDY GOO, BLUE SOUR PATCH KIDS, YOU NAME IT😭😭

• Has the best snack cupboard no one else can compare to having in their house.

• He’s the kind of guy to stick his tongue out to kids in public just so he can get a giggle out of them!

• Loves it when him and the gang go out to the cinema. Which is more often than you’d expect.

• Has like, the LONGEST list of cinema snacks when y’all are paying to get your food.

these men all have their differences, but all expect one thing. THEY BE FINE AS HELLLLLL (anyways, hope you enjoyed this little list of hcs i have for my favs. HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!!! :D

[chaggiehearts]

An offering for the fallenwings tag 🤲🏻 I love them sm

I always draw Lute with the softest expressions ever whenever I draw her looking at Vaggie pre fall :') the sweeter the love, the more painful the betrayal ig

Bonus because I've made a couple more frames for the animatic and I loved how this one looked :D (and it kinda looks like the continuation of the doodle since I basically redrew this old doodle for the animatic lmao)

[inkykeiji]

omgomg clari about that ask of sukuna phisically hurting reader how do you think is aftercare after putting her through all that pain? if there’s any haha

ooooh anon this is SUCH a good question!! well first, i think if sukuna ‘fell in love’ with you (aka became extremely possessive and obsessive with you, utterly infatuated with you, completely addicted to you, the closest he can come to ‘true’ love) he would be unbelievably thorough with you. yes, he loves hurting you, loves the way your facial features wring up into the cutest little wince, loves the way his name splinters into the sweetest little yelps in your throat, loves the way you sob and sniffle and stutter when he screws his face into mock concern, lips jutted out in an exaggerated pout and forehead wrinkled with false worry as he coos out aw, sweetheart, did that hurt? but at the end of the day, you’re still his. you’re still his to take care of, his to fix, his to make better. and despite how sadistic and malicious he is, right down to the very marrow of his bones, right down to the gaping black pit where his soul should be, he still takes meticulously good care of his things. 

as such, he always mends those of his things that he breaks, and he does so with a rigorous sort of fastidiousness. he’s damn near methodical with it, and it would feel cold and sterile if not for his quiet murmurs as shockingly gentle fingers, claws retracted, piece you back together, patch you up, put you in the right order again. so good, baby, you’re doing so good for me, he praises, words void of their usual, characteristic tinge of patronization as he snaps those tiny, tiny bones back into place, sets them straight and secures them in a splint.  

and you, you’re so sweet, so soft, so stupidly naive, consistently lulled into some sort of inexplicable sense of safety and security and solace every single time, that it makes it that much more fun to shatter you to absolute bits again, to have you shuddering in his arms or his lap as you wail into his neck and cling to the demon that desecrates you, that destroys you, over and over and over. but it’s all okay, because you know as much as he loves to ruin you so beautifully, to smear your face with spit and sweat and tears, to leave your body mangled and stained and scarred with him—thick gouges from claws down your back and over your ass, imprints of his fangs engraved in your neck, stamps of four handprints encircling your arms and wrists and thighs—Daddy would never break you beyond repair, Daddy will always make it right again, no matter what. 

[viablemess]

Gale's Childhood + Mystra

I just have some thoughts and need to articulate them because they will not leave my brain alone at all and I cannot think about much else. Feel free to sit down and join me as I word vomit how I imagine Gale’s childhood went. I did not edit this or proof read it at all, so bear with any grammar/spelling/flow mistakes please!

So, Gale’s mother is Morena Dekarios, we know that. She’s an angel, an icon, and she cares so much, and she is wicked smart. I also headcanon that she is a high quality escort in the City of Splendors, and so grew up knowing how to please people and blend in with high society in any way she can. So, she raised Gale right. She told him about what she did, never hid anything from him, and would bend over backwards to ensure that her son was happy, healthy, and cared for. Because she had to blend in with high society, she had so many books, and art pieces, and high quality alcohol and clothes all over her house. Gale grew up around these, and absorbed it all with ease, and Morena thought that was fantastic. She frequently sent him to school whenever she had to work even if he had already spent the entire day there because she knew he would be safe and looked after, because his dad was not around to look after him.

Speaking of his dad, let’s talk about Waterdeep politics for a moment, shall we? We will circle back to Gale’s parentage. Waterdeep is ruled by a council of 16 Lords, all of whom are anonymous. Whenever they are ruling in public, they use magical masks called the Lord’s Helm that hides their identities. A common game in Waterdeep is to identify the Lords and figure out the rumors that float around about them. The Lords actually start most of their own rumors, though, so these can be easily misleading. Because the Lords elect the other Lords via anonymous vote, it is difficult for the Lords to even know who is who, but they do know their names, and so they have more information. So, while the Lords are frequently protected from assassination / bribes / stalking / lobbying from the public, they are not as always well protected from each other, so the secrecy is still important, and caution is warranted. I imagine some of the Lords take this very seriously, and value the job over forming families or bonds, so high quality well-to-do escorts like Morena are highly sought after.

Now, back to Gale’s father. So, Morena is an escort for a Lord, one thing leads to another, some mistakes are made, and Morena gets pregnant which was definitely not the goal, but she can’t tell anyone she is pregnant with a Lord’s child, so she just pretends the child’s father is another client and moves on. So, if the Lord happens to be a (maybe red) wizard/cleric/paladin of Mystra… who is to say? If this Lord happens to be highly talented and magically inclined (or magically manipulated) who would ever know? Gale starts showing magical inclinations in the womb. Morena’s 9 months of pregnancy are absolutely hell. She isn’t ready for a child, but she isn’t not ready, either. So, she gets shit done and gets ready. She talks to the local Blackstaff Academy and seeks help and these teachers are /interested/ because rarely does anyone show magical talents in the womb and they are here to support her and more importantly here to teach this would-be-prodigy.

Morena is wealthy, so she can pay for private tutors and Gale shows magical abilities akin to a teen when he is a child, and so she fanes those (sometimes literal) flames. She knows her son’s child is powerful, and so Gale must be powerful, too. She loves him, and fully enables him to make his own decisions, but he is /good/ at magic and a child. He likes being good at things, and so of course he follows his talents naturally. So much so, in fact, that when he accidentally sets off a fireball trying to pick his mom some roses with a mage hand, Elminster shows right up. He had been watching Gale, after all. Mystra had told him to. Mystra had told him to watch Morena when she was pregnant, too, because Mystra knew what would happen. Mystra willed this to happen, and neither Morena nor Gale are any wiser about it.

“I wanted to give my mum something pretty,” tiny Gale had said, tears in his eyes and chubby cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry! I thought the roses were pretty, like sunsets are pretty, and I must have thought of the fire of a sunset by accident and—and—please don’t get mad at me.”

Because if there is one thing that Morena did instill in Gale other than politeness, a love for the finer things in life, and a sense of ambition (heh, ouch), it was to be respectful of authority, because Morena isn’t stupid. If a Lord could use another Lord’s child against them, they would, no hesitation. So, Gale is taught to be a good, rule-abiding little boy who has a healthy caution of leadership but mostly knows how to smile and nod and keep his head down. And Elminister, while not masked, gives off waves of authority, so Gale aims to please and keep his head down.

Elminster smiles. Gale clutches Morena’s skirt and hides behind her and Morena glares at Elminster as if daring him to do something. Elminster puts out the fire with a wave of his hand, and introduces himself. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your talents, Gale Dekarios. You’re so talented, but you do not know where to aim your talents. May I help you?”

Morena knows who Elminster is, she has heard the rumors. She does not know he is Mystra’s chosen (Morena knows Elminster to discuss grandiose tales with her clients, not to study magic or doctrine) or his relationship with Mystra at all. Morena frequently says, only in private and after a few glasses of wine, that the Gods can fuck right off because they were no help to her, she helped /herself/ thank you very much, so she does not know. She just sees this powerful and well-known figure who might be able to help her protect her son from his dad who is maybe still a Lord, and says yes.

Gale’s private study with Elminster goes on for a few years before Mystra gets involved when he turns 11. He excels, he goes to Blackstaff as one of the youngest students ever, and his classmates hate him. He is too good, too favored, too young. He does not have to try, as if he is blessed, and Gale does not understand why his classmates hate him. He’s studying just like they are, just many years ahead. He is young just like them, but a few years more. He has a favorite teacher in the form of Elminster, just like his classmates have their own favorites who actually are teachers at the academy and not a rumored hero of Faerun. His experience is close enough for Gale to not understand why his situation is unique, and why his peers hate him for it. So, he asks for a cat. Cats are nice and soft and hiss at people who they do not like, and Gale always had a hard time saying when he didn���t like someone so maybe the cat would do it for him. But Gale needed to focus on his studies, and cats couldn’t live with students at Blackstaff, so everyone tells him, respectfully, no. Gale keeps trying to make friends, and keeps failing, and he finally says “fine I’ll summon my own friend!” and summons Tara, which is an impressive feat, and within a single hour Tara says “fuck everyone this human is /mine/ and no one can tell me otherwise.” People try to banish Tara away, and she always comes back, but only for Gale, and sometimes for Morena.

Everyone knows Gale is talented, but it is not until he casually wields the Blackstaff entirely by accident that everyone realized how much so. The staff molds to his hand, and flutters in his direction ever since he picked it up. The school is furious, and Gale does not understand, because does that not mean that he is good at what he studies? He doesn’t understand it means he is a threat, he is too good, he is too strong, and some people would rather eradicate him than educate him.

One of the requirements for students at Blackstaff is survival training. The students are released into nature and told to fend for themselves, summon food and water or use their magic to otherwise make some, to create shelter, to prove that in practice they can manage a bad situation. The teachers are nearby, of course, to help should something go wrong. However, at this point, teachers feel one of two ways about Gale Dekarios, and that sometimes is a help but frequently is a hinderance. These teachers see this child, and can easily understand that one day he will be a threat to their jobs, their research, their theories. He’s just that good. And some of the teachers get together to make this test akin to the hells for Gale, and he goes off by himself. Waterdeep is surrounded by beautiful golden beaches and stalagmite caves, which are beautiful blessings during the tourist times of year. They are deathtraps during high tide, and the teachers know this, and so does Mystra.

It's pouring by the end of the first day, and Gale does not know where to go. He can heat his closes, and summon food and water, but he is aware of the fact that magical exhaustion is a thing, and that he cannot keep himself dry and warm constantly with magic for the duration of the test. So, when he sees a rainbow will-o-whisp that feels safe, he follows it into the cave. Mystra leads Gale into a shallow grave planted by the Blackstaff teachers, and watches him almost drown. The teachers would have let him drown. They would have let this eleven year old boy get grabbed by the rushing water and dragged to the bottom of a sharply pointed, mud filled cave. At the bottom of that cave is a large hollow tree trunk, and the teachers would have waited for tide season to end, and eventually drug Gale’s tiny corpse out of where it was wrangled around the smooth wood, where Gale had tried to hold in and climb out feebly, crushed by the weight of the water overhead, until the calmness of unconsciousness met him.  

Drowning was calm, for Gale, at first. It was calmest when the rainbow will-o-whisp appeared again, a single speck of bright light in the murky darkness, his eyes stinging with water, his chest and stomach throbbing for oxygen. Drowning was calm, as he felt warm arms wrap around him, and felt the water get expelled from the hollow tree. Gale felt the weave rid his lungs of water and dry him off and warm him. Mystra lead Gale to his death just so she could save him, and so easily, Mystra became an exception to Gale’s distrust of authority, because she taught Elminster. She was the very rush of security and rose and love that Gale felt every time he channeled the weave. Mystra was magic—what Gale was good at, what made Gale who he is, what Gale loved. So how could he not love his savior? His muse? Mystra welcomed him into her hollow tree and taught him of Her. Her world. Her gifts. Her abilities. The three days of the test passed in a blink, and Gale emerged from the cave tinged with blue and white and the teachers who sent Gale to die heard Mystra’s laugh in their ears.

Mystra had staked her claim on Gale, and everyone knew it. Everyone had suspected it, when Elminster kept showing up, but now they had proof. Gale’s magic was sprinkled with starlight, brilliant blue and white and purple of Mystra. Gale vanished in his dreams to visit Mystra in her domain, and she continued to teach him everything that the teachers couldn’t or wouldn’t. The teachers who tried to kill him snapped to attention and did everything they could to help Gale, then, because to not would be to betray the Weave itself.

Gale went back to the hollow tree when he was about to graduate and the tide lowered, and met Mystra again. She took a more physical form, then. She guided his hands and arms as she taught him magic, and she kissed him on the forehead. She whispered, “my child, my star, my boy, my prodigy,” and Gale fell further and further under her spell. The Blackstaff Academy had graduation ceremonies where everyone would dance and celebrate their victories with one another. Morena was so, so proud. A few Lords showed up to congratulate the students, and check on the fresh talent. Gale was the equivalent of the valedictorian, and when he danced with himself, the more learned students and the teachers and Tara could see the strings of Mystra’s weave manipulating his movements like a marionette until they were perfect. Because he was her’s, and she would settle for nothing but the best.

[bipstargirl]

❝ Toxic relationship❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list TW: toxic and abusive relationship, violent and degrading behavior

★ possessive and jealous: she doesn't like it when you talk to other people, especially if they're of the opposite sex. She gets mad easily and accuses you of cheating on her even if there's no evidence to support it. She doesn't trust you and often interrogates you about your whereabouts and who you were with. She may even go as far as stalking you on social media or in person;

★ control of the relationship: she makes all the decisions and doesn't care about your feelings or opinions. If you disagree with her, she gets angry and starts an argument. She doesn't compromise or try to find a middle ground. She wants things to go her way or no way at all;

★ emotionally manipulative: she knows how to play with your emotions and uses them to get what she wants. She often threatens to break up with you or harm herself if you don't do what she wants. She may also use guilt-tripping or emotional blackmail to get her way. You feel like you're walking on eggshells around her, always afraid of upsetting her;

★ constantly putting you down: she criticizes your appearance, intelligence, and abilities. She makes you feel like you're not good enough for her and that you should be grateful to be with her. She may even compare you to others, making you feel inadequate and insecure;

★ doesn't respect your boundaries: she invades your privacy, reads your messages, and shows up unannounced. She doesn't care about your personal space and expects you to always be available for her. She may even force you to give up your hobbies, friends, or family to spend more time with her;

★ belittles your interests and hobbies: Amber belittles your interests and hobbies, and tries to make you feel guilty for spending time on them instead of with her. She often insists that you prioritize her over everything else. She doesn't want you to have a life outside of the relationship and may even try to isolate you from your support system;

★ verbal abuse: Amber is quick to anger and uses verbal abuse to control you. She insults and demeans you, and may even escalate to physical violence. She may hit, slap, push, or kick you, leaving you with bruises and scars. She may also use objects or weapons to hurt you;

★ sexual behavior: Amber is manipulative in her sexual behavior. She may use sex as a bargaining tool or withhold it to punish you. She may also pressure you into sexual acts you're uncomfortable with, or force you to have sex when you don't want to. She doesn't care about your pleasure or consent;

★ volatile and unpredictable: her moods can swing rapidly and drastically, making it hard for you to know how to act around her. She may be sweet and loving one moment, and then turn into a raging monster the next. You never know what to expect from her and are always on edge.

(I still want to write a one-shot about this, but I don't know where to start yet :( Thank you for asking, I promise to do it in a few days)