#so honestly it's a coin flip

[sir-adamus]

https://www.tumblr.com/sir-adamus/751524665592365056/i-just-remembered-one-of-neos-13-palette-in

I wonder if Miles and Kerry just happened to "suggest" to BlazBlue's devs (IIRC one was a big fan of RWBY) to include a costume referencing the Cheshire Cat.

yeah Mori, the creative lead on Blazblue is a fan of the show (he'd already included references to RWBY in the final game of the series, Central Fiction, with Es, Izayoi, Taokaka and Bullet getting Team RWBY's palettes, which carried over into Es and Izayoi's palettes for BBTAG), and likewise Monty was a fan of BlazBlue (the way Penny fights, while a carryover from Monty's Dead Fantasy with how he was going to have Naminé fight, is a reference to the way the Prime Field Devices, Nu, Mu and Lambda, fight. Nu also got Penny as one of her palettes in BBTAG)

from what i remember, Neo's presence in the 2.0 update (because of how long it took to develop the moveset and sprites for each character, only two characters in that update didn't have pre-existing kit and had to be made from scratch, which is why RWBY only got five representatives overall) was suggested specifically because of her existing popularity, her illusion-based kit offering interesting gameplay options and that she was being reintroduced in the show at the time they were working on the update (so it was before volume 6 was released, even though we didn't get her in the game until midway through volume 7 because of how long that development cycle was - it's also why her Beacon arc attire is implied to be an illusion given one of her outros has her drop it for her current look). given that time scale, it is possible that the CRWBY made the suggestion for the Cheshire Cat to be a reference palette once Miles, Kerry, Eddy and Kiersi had a better idea of how the Atlas arc was gonna shake out and who was going to end up in the Ever After, however it's also equally likely it was just a massive coincidence because the Cheshire Cat was a regular fan-suggestion as her allusion at the time

[yuurionviktor]

Back to my meme redraws

[themetalvirus]

the "i just love latinas sonic" jehtt video makes me uncomfortable. ive seen other latino folks think its funny but like. as a latina. euuugh eugha euagugh

[sysig]

Working on some designs for one of my oldest OCs, “Cure” (Patreon)

I also managed to track down some of her initial concept sketches from 2018 - why 2018 considering I called her one of my oldest OCs?

Well, her design has always been rather elusive, even more so since she spent so much time in my head without being brought to paper - even these sketches make mention of it!

Pretty sure she got “Cure” in 2018 too - starting to take form!

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than collars

Wrote a quick little doodle that had been floating around in my head lately, featuring Genders

The Serperior family is having a perfectly normal dinner, a few brief conversations here and there, until Breeze speaks up. "Oh yeah! Hey mom, dad, I'm transgender!"

"... What?" Pen says.

"Yeah, it's this thing I learned about today! Like, I'm a girl, but I don't really feel like a girl, so I can be something else instead!"

Quill sighs and shakes their head (I don't wanna decide which one is the mom and which is the dad because that would have Implications). "Sweetie, you're not a boy-"

"Of course not. I'm nonbinary!"

"... What?" both parents say.

"It means I'm not a girl, but I'm not a boy either. I'm something else!"

Pen rolls their eyes. "Like what, a dragon?"

"Yeah!"

Pen opens their mouth, pauses, closes it, then opens it again. "Breeze, don't be ridiculous. You're our daughter, and one day you're going to be a mother so you can give us grandchildren."

"I don't wanna be a mom, I wanna be a dragon!"

Pen sighs. "Where did we go wrong..?"

"It's just a phase, dear," Quill says, "it'll pass."

Blue speaks up. "Me being bisexual wasn't a phase."

The parents snap their gazes toward him. Quill says, "But you, you had a girlfriend for six months!"

"... Yeah. You do know what 'bisexual' means, right?"

"Oh... S-so, you'll give us grandchildren, right?"

"I dunno, maybe. Either way I think I'd rather adopt."

The parents gape. Pen's head hangs. "Well, I suppose we'll have to count on Red for grandkids."

Red, who had been eating silently, looks up. They turn to Breeze, then Blue, then the parents. "I'm gay."

[transmiqote]

really do love that bg3 has genital options for your character like im going to canonically get to show astarion the wonders of tiefling boypussy

[charlythelee]

🍷 The Third Answer (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

Gilgamesh study | Fate/ Zero & Babylonia | Canon compliant | Rated: T | 2.3k words

The king of Uruk was many things, but from the day of his greatest loss, he was never alone, for there was always a queen that matched him in ferocity and golden dress, curled up at his side as if someone had asked the noble beasts to watch over him.

I had the absolute honor to contribute to the @gilgazine, not only as mod but also as writer and I'd like to thank all the people involved for their fantastic work 💕

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

My 11-year-old couldn't decide what flavor of ramen to make, so I told her to flip a coin. Heads for spicy chicken, tails for beef.

Taking my advice, she flipped a penny, and when it landed on tails she said "Wait! Wait! I did it wrong!"

I told her that she did it right, because the real reason for flipping a coin isn't to let fate decide for you, but because when the coin is in the air, you will suddenly realize what you wanted in the first place.

I'm sure there's a life lesson there somewhere…

But honestly, I have never known her to pass up spicy chicken.

[trident-dragion]

Sometimes I get tempted to buy empty Yugioh tins on eBay

[chisatowo]

The worst thing that wolf Shiho did was make ppl think that a Shiho wolfism cover should exist. Pls don't let it in sekai for no other reason than itd only sound good as a saki solo but itd never get solos and the group cover would sound bad and I actually don't like the original that much so I'd just be sad </3

[gothamite-rambler]

Lucid Harvey Dent being fatherly to Jason Todd

Harvey Dent: Hey Red Hood, Batman, white Robin.

Red Robin: Is that what they call me?

Harvey: Well it helps me differentiate you two since I think you're both called Robin.

Red Robin: That... Makes sense and honestly makes me feel a lot better.

Red Hood: Are we talking to Two-Face or lucid Harvey?

Harvey: Lucid Harvey. You're the kid that survived... again it's really good to see you, you look very healthy.

Red Hood (sniffling): I needed that today.

Batman growled with anger, rubbing his forehead frustrated.

Batman: We didn't come here so you can make him cry.

Red Hood: I'm not crying!

Harvey chuckled and takes a sip from his tea cup.

Harvey: What you here for? I can talk for a few hours, I'm getting better at staying in reality.

Red Hood: Oh okay, that's great! Before we start, I wanted to give you this coin.

Red could flipped the coin through the cell bars and Harvey caught it with ease he examined the coin and saw that it was a cute novelty coin he could flip.

Harvey: Aww that's neat. It's marked decision coin and one side says 'hell yeah' and the other one 'fuck no'. Two face will like this. Thanks kid.

Red Hood: I can't do this... I can't do this. He's so fatherly.

Red Hood sniffled and walked off to have a moment alone. Red Robin chuckled when he saw Batman glaring at Harvey, but it was hidden by his mask. He patted him on the shoulder.

Red Robin: Sorrows, prayers.

Batman: Shut up.

[calcifiedunderland]

Spare Change

Azul x GN Reader (they/them)

—In which you win Azul’s friendship with the loose change in your pocket.

Notes: I tried to keep the coin description vague so it could be from any currency!! I had this idea for a little while now. Enjoy shrimpies~

—

You were going to buy Azul’s friendship at the cost of a gumball.

Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. By all accounts, it would’ve been impossible to do that, even with a large sum of money. You didn’t think that you’d ever be back in his office making a deal with the merman who almost turned you out of your dusty dorm. But this time, it hopefully would go in your favor.

Earlier that week, you’d been cleaning out your knickknacks, and came across some loose change you’d had in your pockets when you arrived to NRC. Honestly, you forgot about it - it wasn’t like you could really use it here.

Still, you recalled some offhanded comment Jade made - something about Azul’s coin collection, and his fascination with human trinkets. Once, when you’d visited Azul’s dorm room while he was recovering from his overblot, the framed coin showcase on his wall had caught your eye. The coins shimmered, and despite some wear and tear, you could tell they were now kept in meticulous, pristine condition.

This went through your mind as you stride into Octavinelle, feeling the coins in your pocket thump against your skin.

You sucked in a deep breath and knocked on his office door, and, not waiting for a response, you opened it. If you waited, you’d lose your courage. Azul looked up irritably, adjusting his glasses. “Please wait a moment, I’ll be wi-” he stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open when he saw you. “Well- Hello, Prefect,” he clasped his hands over his desk, discreetly shoving a contract into a drawer, “what brings you here today?” He coughed slightly, clearing his throat.

Wordlessly you sat down in front of him, change jangling in your pockets. You looked at him intently, searching his eyes and thumbing a coin in your pocket. This could go really well or really not well. Still, you’d made unlikely friends with Riddle and annoying acquaintances with Leona. Besides, you thought as you rubbed the coin, what you wanted wasn’t anything material. Rather, it was genuine and immeasurable - less to you, but more to him.

Azul was pensive, looking at you carefully. You unsettled him. After what happened before winter break, when he overblotted, he’d had a hard time making heads or fins about you. You were a walking paradox - a magicless human who somehow had so much power over strong housewardens. By all accounts, you shouldn’t have been able to one-up his contract to gain Ramshackle. And yet you somehow did, with Leona and your friends.

In all honesty, you had every reason to be upset with him. So why were you in his office now? His eyes zeroed in on yours. What was your angle? What did you have to gain? He hated this feeling of being indebted to you after his overblot. Like he had to make it up to you, somehow. Would you hold it against him?

You fidgeted slightly under his gaze, feeling a little unnerved. Wordlessly, you fished into your pocket and pulled out one of the larger coins from your currency. You put it on the desk between the two of you, the tether between you and him. And if all went well, a symbol.

He looked down at it, curiousity getting the better of him. He picked it up carefully in his gloved fingers, holding it up and turning it around. He rubbed his fingers over the dips and engravings, analyzing the text on it. He held it up to the light, admiring it. Strange, he thought to himself. A childish fascination grew in him, and he carefully flipped the coin around in his fingers, admiring the way it glinted and reflected the light. You smiled, watching the awe in Azul’s eyes grow.

At last, he spoke, not taking his eyes off it, “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’d have to look into it’s origins if you’d want me to appraise it.” He couldn’t think of any other reason you’d be here, giving this to him. Was this your way of getting him to repay you? Have him auction off this coin? His mind halted, why did you show this coin to him? To lure him in and then take it away?

You shook your head, “you won’t find any information on it.” He rose an eyebrow at you, and you continued, “this is a coin from my world. Where I’m from.” He glanced back at the coin with new interest, enraptured. A one-of-a-kind, limited commodity? A coin that only you would have? His heart skipped a beat.

He’d be lying if his businessmer side wasn’t salivating, but a part of him didn’t want to sell it. Deep down, he knew he wanted to keep it for his collection - after all, it wasn’t often that he came across rare coins.

Still, Azul knew better than others that you couldn’t get something without payment. “…what would you like for it?” He asked so quietly, you would’ve thought you’d imagined it if he wasn’t looking at you. He braced for the worst, thinking you’d demand something wild as revenge for his overblot.

You took a deep breath, “Nothing.”

Weeks ago, you would’ve disbelieved the idea of befriending the same person who almost ousted you from Ramshackle. Especially offering him your friendship in the form of spare coins you’d found in your pocket.

Being in his office, trying to offer your friendship to him in the form of a coin of a lost world, was the last thing you thought you’d be doing. But here you were, the subject of scrutiny, sitting in the lavish armchair in front of his desk, trying to show him that you weren’t as ill-intentioned as he thought others may be. That you genuinely did want to connect with him.

Which was hard to do when he was looking at you intently, hands clasped under his nose, presumably staring at you uncomfortably. The look on his face was unreadable. Nothing? They want… nothing? Azul was no fool. All his clients wanted something, no one would ever do something nice for nothing in exchange. You had to have some ulterior motive. Right?

“What… do you want?” He asked again, straightening. A few weeks ago, you might’ve been a little ruffled at his straightforwardness. Now, you only knew he was trying to compose himself, as he lifted his head and offered a debonair smirk, adjusting his glasses. “I understand that the headmaster has still not given you proper accommodations for you. I’m sure, as a non-magical student, I could offer you assistance in exchange for this rare commodi-“

“I really don’t want anything material,” you cut him off, crossing your arms. You would’ve thought you’d have insulted him, from the way his face contorted. “That- that’s preposterous, Perfect. Surely you’d want something in exchange for this coin!” Otherwise why would you be here? was silently said between the two of you.

“I wanted you to have it. It’s a gift. I’m giving it to you.” That’s what friends do!, you thought exasperatedly.

Azul’s eyes bored into yours, and you noted that his pupils were slightly square rather than round. He said, “nothing is free, now Prefect. Surely there’s something you want?” You sighed through your nose. “I just…” you swallowed, looking at him, “I thought you’d like it.” Your tone was genuine, and you squared your shoulders. Azul’s tone softened, “do you not want to keep it? It’s from your world, after all.” You angled your head in wonder.

A few weeks ago, Azul probably would’ve taken the coin without regard for you, or done something underhanded. You were curious (and maybe a bit hopeful) why he was considerate to you now.

“It wasn’t the only coin I had,” you responded, fishing for an identical coin in your pocket and pulling it out, “I had another. It’s the same thing, see?” Azul glanced at it, indeed it’s the same. He asked, “regardless, wouldn’t you want both?” You shrugged, “I can’t exactly spend it here, and I have no need for two of the same. Besides,” you smiled at him, hoping he’d understand, “I… thought you’d appreciate it.”

A lump rose in Azul’s throat as he turned the coin over in his fingers, noting every small scratch and engraving. “I…” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “Thank you, Prefect. I want to give you something in return,” he looked up. You were about to insist you wanted nothing (even if you did start out wanting something), when you saw the look in his eyes. You supposed old habits died hard - he would keep insisting on compensation for you until you accepted. So, you supposed it couldn’t hurt to be honest.

You smiled at him, holding out your extra coin to him. “How about your friendship?” His eyes widened, and you saw his adams apple bob. “I mean it,” you said softly, “really. Please?”

His eyes searched yours for any foulplay or malice. Feelings surged in him - memories of other merchildren making fun of his tentacles or his ink, times when they’d fooled him into being ‘friends,’ hiding in a crevice from bullies. Still, he found no reason to doubt you, as you smiled at him. How could you forgive him?

A poor, unfortunate soul is he, to refuse redemption.

He held his coin in his fingers, “It’s a deal,” he declared, and tapped it against yours.

——

[whoistartaglia]

not necessarily a request but in response to your “i’ll save you a seat” post, i’d like to imagine scenerios where you (reader) gets to the door before xiao and open it and he just—malfuctions—error error!! and he silently closes the door infront of you only to open it again for you!! maybe this even turns into some strange competition where you and xiao fight to open the door for one another lol (xiao will always win because he just closes the door again and then opens it)

ANON DKSOEMLSLS I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THIS BUT HE TOTALLY WOULD

spiritual successor to this (i suggest reading first)

as for the rest of them…

wanderer puts his hand over the edge of the table only to accidentally smack you in the head. hey, it’s not his fault! at least, that’s what he tells you when you’re rubbing the welt on your forehead. you bent down so suddently that he had no choice to move quickly. should you mention that he probably did more harm than the table, he’ll grumble that he would have picked whatever you dropped up for you.

diluc double flips over your pillow. you left to get up, he flipped it over as a sleeping diluc does and then he does it. again. maybe he was extra tired or thought you got up again. to be honest, you didn’t really know of this habit of his until the mistake. you come back to a warm pillow and snoring diluc, and turn it over yourself. this may or not may wake up diluc, and he may or may not flip it over onto the warm side yet again.

kaveh reminds you if you have everything but he should honestly save a reminder for himself. once or twice or three times he’s left the house without his keys, his work, his shoes (that was a strange occasion and he still didn’t realize for a solid ten minutes). you’ll have everything you need to get through the day, but kaveh will have to make a pit stop back at the house to pick up his own forgotten items.

childe makes you too many snacks at once. when he brought over the first one, you thanked him with a genuine smile. the second time, you still had some of the first snack left, but thanked him anyways. the third time you got a little concerned; the fourth… well, you at least finished the first snack by now. you have to tell him that it’s okay! you don’t need a fifth right now! (he already has it ready to go—you’ll find him eating it alone in the kitchen).

zhongli goes into debt. listen, he’s still getting used to this whole mortal thing, and honestly, not having access to infinite mora definitely blows. he’ll find some gift he absolutely must buy for you only to realize he has only one golden coin left on him. later that night, he’ll still give you that gift, and if his smile looks somewhat strained, it’s because he had to get a certain someone to pay for it.

kaeya’s brain kind of short stops when he sees you get to the tavern before him. oh, you’re already sitting down, look at that. that’s fine and all, he wants to be the one to save you a seat. so you’ll look over when kaeya still hasn’t joined you and find him sitting at another table alone. that’s strange, what’s he doing there? you walk over to him and he pulls out the chair for you, and so your seat for the night as once again been saved.

alhaitham will get annoyed if you fall asleep during a good part of the story. like, yeah, that’s point of him reading to you but, really, did you have to fall asleep during the best part? he has two options: gently shake you awake to finish the chapter, or let you sleep like intended. his choice will depend on what book he’s reading, but if he wakes you because it’s a research paper and you just got to the oh-so important findings, feel free to take the paper of his hands, drop it on the floor, and go back to sleep. he can continue in the morning.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

hi hope you are doing okay this is my first time requesting sorry if i do something wrong if its okay with you i would like verosika,loona and velvet with an s/o that relapsed on an adicction sorry for bad English

One Step Forward...

(CW: this headcanon involves poor exploration of drug abuse and addiction.)

Verosika

Verosika knew addiction.

She'd never admit as much, but she knew what it was to be addicted. She knew that thirst. The one that burned in your chest, aching in your gut.

And when you told her you were fighting your own, well fuck yeah! She was all for it.

Of course she wasn't gonna ignore her own... desires, and funnily enough, she was a pleasant distraction towards your abstainment.

But, well, things weren't perfect on the home front.

Between her own addiction and a hate boner for a certain Imp Ex of hers, well, let's say there were more thena few fights between you.

And it'd be after a particularly harsh fight that you'd both walk off, heading to your respective spaces in your penthouse, the two of you needing space.

Itd be a few hours later, the girl walking into your space only to freeze.

She found you laid back on a beanbag, a warm smile crossing your face as you stared out the window.

Verosika would ask what the Hell you were doing, you telling her you were relaxing.

She'd barely hold back a snarl as she sighed.

She'd ask what was wrong with you... only to pause, seeing the substances on the table.

She'd ask if you really did that.

You simply turning to her, and with a mellowed expression, telling her she got to have a drink, why shouldn't you... indulge.

Verosika couldn't very well argue that point, even after rehab she was still drinking, so instead she just huffed, storming off.

Oddly enough, after you started using again, things mellowed out.

You fought less. You were more intimate. Eager and ready to roll with it.

Things looked good.

For a while.

Then you started needing regular fixes. Your 'controlled hits' became 'desperate regular hits or else you'd lose your shit'.

You and her quickly devolved into a myriad of fights, both from you and her, every fight devolving into her blaming your addiction, you throwing her own addiction into her face every chance you got.

It'd come to ahead, one night, the both of you fully indulging.

You high as a kite while Verosika drank like a fish, the both of you laughing, giggling, making out, enjoying the night together.

Of course, it'd quickly turn nasty, you and the girl breaking into a fight, the fight quickly becoming physical, even Vortex taking a step back from the encounter, letting the two of you sort it out yourselves.

And you'd lay back, faces bruised, scratched up, your eye swollen shut, both of you bruised as you lay back on an expensive couch, staring out at the city, the Hellish sun starting to rise as you leaned against each other.

Staring out at the city you'd sigh.

"We need help..."

You'd say softly, leaning against the woman.

Verosika would snort, softly nodding her head.

"Yeah..."

After several minutes you'd extend your hand, Veroiska, after a moment, extending her own, the two of you holding each other's hand as you sat there.

It wouldn't be perfect, but nothing in hell was.

If you were lucky you could get through this.

But this was Hell, neither of you held your breath, but you wouldn't give up...

Not yet.

Loona

When you met you held such a cool brooding persona. Even still, you clearly was holding something back.

You were a perpetually coin flip of cool, calm and composed, to agitated and short tempered. Honestly, it was kind of a turn on.

Not to mention it helped validate her own violent mood swings.

It'd be months of spending time together, the two of you growing closer and closer.

It was by no means a simple love affair, but the two of you grew closer before making it official.

And while initially she'd found your moodswings charming, once she started spending time with you outside of work it became kind of a buzz kill.

It'd be after a bad fight, like, you'd had plenty of fights but this was bad. Like, almost got physical kinda fight.

That being when you finally revealed you were currently in detox, trying to get off of some pretty bad shit.

She wasn't really the best at like 'squishy-feely-things', but she would try to support you the best she could. Mostly by just not being a bitch when she could help it.

You'd make some good progress, one day at a time and such.

It'd be after a particularly stressful day. It just seemed like everything was against you, not that you made it hard, lashing out at just about everything and everyone, you and Loona having it out before you'd storm out of the house.

You'd disappear for a few days, Loona genuinely concerned, more so every day you were missing.

Eventually you'd return. Walking in softly, sitting down besides her, rubbing your neck.

You'd apologise, telling her you needed to... fix things, promising to never speak to her like that again.

And much to her surprised you really did mellow out, things calming down massively, you always in a good mood.

Then found you with the needle.

You'd been extra careful not to do it when Loona was around, wanting to keep it under wraps, but she'd find out.

Of course she would.

She was pissed to say the least, asking how you could do this! How could you go back after all the progress you'd made.

You'd snap at her, growling out that you hadn't made any progress!

You'd compose yourself, apologising for speaking to her like that, but you just... you couldn't help it.

You fought and fought and fought, and in that fight you'd taken your anger and issues out on her.

You weren't proud of going back to drugs. It was the last thing you possibly wanted, but... it happened, and you'd been better for it.

Loona didn't like it one bit. Telling you as much, telling you you were only 'better' because you were high all the time and didn't have to suffer reality with the rest of them.

Thing would be icy, Loona telling you she didn't like you always drugged up, you were an entirely different person and she didn't like it.

She'd tell you she wanted the old you back, the one who tried. Who wanted to be better and suffered through every day with her.

You'd end up sat at the table, sitting in silence.

Loona getting up, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Velvette

She'd tell you she loved you. But the real you... the one not higher then a kite. The one in the real world.

And well, it'd be up to you how you handled it.

Dope, drugs, fashion and sex appeal.

All of these were Velvette's expertise.

Now, she didn't actively push drugs, not that she needed too, she sold so much just passively she gave Valentino a run for his money.

And when she heard you were going clean, she... well, she wasn't against it, she knew how drugs could fuck somebody up.

She'd watch you resist, doing your best to fight temptation, the overlord able to see the internal struggle every day.

And trust me, it wasn't easy.

Being with Velvette meant you spent plenty of time with Valentino, and that man practically lived off drugs, the tall moth demon eagerly pushing them on you like candy on Halloween.

Velvette would have to step in, ensuring you were off limits as you did your very best to stay true.

It wouldn't last long.

A year, maybe two at most.

It's Hell, drugs were more common then clean drinking water.

Literally, you could buy coke easier then you could get clean water.

And it'd be at one of the VEEs legendary parties that she'd find you caught up in the middle of a group.

Now you were always something of a social butterfly, and get a few drinks in you, and you could single handedly hold a parties attention with just that, silver tongue.

But this... this was different.

You were wired. It only took her looking you in the eyes for it to become clear, the girl feeling, well, off.

On one hand she wasn't all too perturbed by you using.

Sure, she'd rather you didn't, drugs weren't something she really promoted for herself or those under her, but you were a grown up and could decide for yourself.

But on the other hand, she'd witnessed just how hard you tried to resist.

Seeing that fire in your eyes as you rejected Valentino, gritting your teeth and composing yourself.

Not just to keep yourself clear headed, but to not fall under Valentino's spell.

But seeing you like this, it... it left her feeling off.

But it'd be in those early morning hours, you sat in the living room, still on that high, unable to sleep as you searched the room for the hundredth time.

Like, honestly, you were quite interesting on a high.

Charismatic, energetic, and well, you certainly ran her ragged in bed~

Finding you, it was clear what happened.

Velvette quickly lost any fondness for you using, but she wouldn't demand you stop, even if she'd bring up your relapse, the whole thing leaving a sour taste in her mouth.

So while she wouldn't demand 'better' from you, she'd be disappointed in seeing you slip back into a lifestyle you tried so hard to resist.

Given your lifestyle, being not only a sinner but in a relationship with an Overlord, so it's something of a 50/50 on whether or not your drug use would become an issue.

If it did Velvette would tell you off, sure to make it painfully clear that if you didn't pull your finger out, she'd be forced to either put you in your place, or cut you off.

If your relapse did become an issue, Velvette certainly wouldn't hesitate to tell you as much, demanding you pull your head out of your arse and get your addiction under control.

Not an easy demand for the woman to make, the Overlord knew how hard you tried before, but she truly felt it was necessary.

She couldn't tolerate you becoming some hazy minded junkie.

Couldn't afford a weak link in the VEEs, even if you weren't technically a 'V', if you were under the drugs spell it'd reflect on her poorly.

And while she cared for you, that wasn't something she could tolerate.

So it'd likely devolve into a simple ultimatum.

Keep your addiction in line or she'd make you go cold turkey once again.

Hey Y'all, got another one for y'all, I just wanna prefix this by apologising if my portrayal of addiction and drug abuse was offensive. I'm very limited in my addiction knowledge, so I really just did what I could with what I had.

I did the best I could, and with all that said, I really do hope you all enjoyed the headcanon.

[theemporium]

A dirty flirtini with "Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine." For Jack Hughes because honestly I feel like this is such a thing for Jack to say. Thanks in advance! 💙

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

17. "Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

.

“Hey, stranger.”

“Do you not have someone else to bother?”

Jack’s grin widened as he leaned against the bannister, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol buzzing through his system and the light breeze the cold Jersey air brought—a big shift from the cosy warmth of Jonas’ house. 

“Now, why would I go spend time with people who enjoy my company when I can be out here with you?” Jack retorted, head tilted to the side in a way that most people would find endearing. 

But you were not most people. 

“Lucky me,” you deadpanned, turning your gaze away from the amazing view of the sunset you left the party to watch, and instead looked at the boy standing right beside you. “I think I heard Luke calling you. You should head back.” 

“Nah, he’s too busy chasing after Johnny,” Jack waved you off, noting your obvious attempt to try to send him away and instead choosing to take a step closer to you. “You know, think you’re the only person at this party that hasn’t congratulated me.” 

You shot him a look. “Never thought you’d be the kind of person to fish for compliments, Hughes.” 

Jack’s smile widened. “Only from you, sunshine.” 

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” you bit back, your eyes narrowed into a glare that shouldn’t have thrilled him as much as it did.

“But I like having a nickname for you,” Jack shot back, emphasising his point by clicking his glass against yours. “Don’t tell me you don’t have one for me.” 

Your glare hardened. “I have a few choice names for you. Don’t think they will do much for your ego.” 

“See, your mouth says one thing but all I’m hearing is that you think about me enough to choose those names for me,” he murmured, looking far too smug for your liking. 

“Do you have no shame?” You blurted out. 

“Why, you offering to put me in my place?” Jack mused, wagging his eyebrows when you let out a scoff. “I’m down for anything, baby, be as kinky as you please.” 

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your cheeks heated up at his words. You weren’t affected by them. You were not. “You are so—”

“Sexy? Talented? Your dream man?”

“—annoying,” you finished. 

“Hm, don’t think I like that title,” Jack hummed with a shake of his head, taking a long sip of his drink before straightening up. “How about this? Let’s flip coins. Head, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine. Like the sound of those?” 

“I like the sound of me walking away from you, Jack,” you stated bluntly, giving him one last look before turning to head back into the party, your glass in hand. 

“You can’t keep doing this,” he called out from behind you. “I remember it, you know? New Years. You can keep up this act for now but I know you liked it just as much as I did. I know you—”

“Goodbye, Jack.” 

“This isn’t over, sunshine.”

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