#so the quality will be Bad if I try to fill rn

[youngpettyqueen]

ok I need to get into bed I was hoping to fill out the other prompts I got but they will have to wait until tomorrow! stay tuned...

[tigermark]

could you do bf jaemin scenarios just like the mark one, please?

OF COURSE I LOVE JAEMIN (,,>᎑<,,)

jaemin bf scenarios 𖤐˚. ࣪

pairing : jaemin x fem!reader

genre : fluff!!!!

tw : none really... jaem may come off as overbearing a bit but its in a caring way (? do i sound like a manipulator rn guys)

a/n : jaemin brainrot is real... i don't like this one as much as the mark one so sorry if it's bad ( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

bf!jaemin who takes photos of you every chance he gets, whether it be with his camera or his phone. he tells you it's because your beauty just has to be captured and shared with every person he comes in contact with. he even makes sure to post these photos he takes of you, making it known that he's yours and you're his. (bonus: he sets pictures of you as his lockscreen and puts polariods of you in his phonecase.)

bf!jaemin whos love language is quality time; devoting his precious freetime to you. he'd come from from a tiring day of work and collapse into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your lap. occasionally, his quality time with you is when you sit together on the couch, scrolling through your phones in silence with the occasional giggle and "look at this tiktok." either way, jaemin's favorite part of the day.

bf!jaemin who gets pouty whenever you pay more attention to his cats than to him. he'll invite you over to his house, and once you walk in (unlocking his door with the key he gave you) his fluffy, adorable cats great you. they'd chirp and purr as you pet them, talking to them in a baby voice. when suddenly jaemin walks into the room with his arms crossed. "now i know why you were so eager to come over..." he'd say, a little edge to his voice. you'd immediately stand up and tilt your head, walking closer to him. "what? jaem no, they were just there when i walked in and you usually get upset when i ignore them because it makes them sad especially luna and-" he'd cut you off with a passion-filled kiss to your lips, smirking when he pulled away. "you're so cute baby."

bf!jaemin who gives his all into caring for you. he always makes sure to either cook or order you a filling dinner every day, watches you eat a few bites, then turns on the shower so the water is nice and hot for you. you always tell him he doesn't need to do this, knowing that he's also exhausted from work, but he insists that he "does it to make sure you're well fed and cared for" and that "he makes dinner for himself too and gets to shower after you." you often try to do the same for him, but he drags you to the couch, not letting you lift a finger.

bf!jaemin who was the first to do everything in your relationship. it's not that you didn't want to; he just beat you to it. he was the one who reciprocated your feelings and suggested you date; "i would be stupid to turn down someone as perfect as you." he was the one who said i love you first, completely unprovoked at that, "i love you so much, i really hope you know that baby," he said as he turned to you in the middle of a movie night where your legs were extra intertwined and your faces were a bit too close. you're glad he got all these firsts out of the way and made them seem less pressuring, but his overall flirtiness never fails to make your heart beat.

[melodic-haze]

Arlecchino with a dom filthy rich reader. Reader showers her with lots of gifts on a daily basis. Jewelry, clothes, you name it. Reader would buy it all for her. Arlecchino is spoiled rotten by reader. Arlecchino would always say how reader doesn't need to give her gifts everyday. She finds it unnecessary but the way Arlecchino would wear those expensive outfits and jewelry as Reader fucks her says otherwise.

[Sorry for my bad English]

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!afab!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a strap

☆ — NOTES: NOOO DON'T BE SORRY DUDE❗️❗️ It's easy to understand and it got the point across, this is actually pretty good english :333 gonna tell you rn it's so much better than the english from people where I'm at 😭 actually atrocious

Arlecchino would ABSOLUTELY try and refuse your gifts at first, saying that she has no need for such material things when she already has you :333 (could not be my ass I'm so money-oriented it's so bad LMAOOO)

You have money to burn though—you can so easily buy your lover whatever she may want without needing to look at the price!!! You wanna spoil this woman in a way that she had never been spoiled before, so you pay attention to her likes and dislikes, take notes on her preferences, buy things that link with your observations and/or remind you of her

Eventually though Arlecchino would come to accept that buying her things, especially when they're so expensive, is one of the many ways that you show love. Far be it for her to reject your gifts when you've taken the time to pick them out with her in mind, even if yeah she says it's unnecessary. If it's coming from you then why would she refuse???

I think she'd initially like. Not wear them though 😞 not bc she's ungrateful, but bc she personally thinks whatever you've bought her doesn't suit her unless it's something practical. This ESPECIALLY applies to jewellery bc like. It's. An accessory. She doesn't really need it in her life, does she???? But she warms up to it :33333

The jingle of the precious necklace around her slender neck definitely helps with convincing that perhaps such gifts were okay.

It was a custom-made gift crafted using the finest metals, notably the highest-quality starsilver one could find in Dragonspine's unstable landscape. Perhaps you could have bought something much more.. easily produced such as gold, but you didn't—couldn't—settle for less when it came to the prime target of your bountiful affection and the person who was in need of true love.

Though you admit, it wasn't because of the item's worth that had you wanting for a custom gift for your paramour, no. Rather, your thoughts had often wandered to the crafted image of a red glow illuminating pale skin, along with how beautiful a sight it must be.

And when you see the magical jewels reflect its crimson light on Arlecchino's naked skin, when the chains clink quietly as the pendant bounces on top of her chest, you pride yourself in being right as you smirk and continue to fuck her with your faux appendage.

Your hand went to graze her neck, fingers trailing down as you slowed your efforts. It would have been nice to overwhelm her, to fill her over and over until she forgot herself, but you adored the view you were blessed with right this very moment. Despite how formidable this woman was, you still managed to leave her grasping for breath, glistening chest heaving as her necklace followed suit.

Such a thought itself had prompted you to reach for the camera on the bedside table before taking a quick picture. She would often question your want to capture her visage in such an unruly state but really, you can't help it!

After all, she looks positively delightful, all dressed up and gilded with your money.

My GOD being rich would also mean you can do that thing where like you rip the clothes off bc you got way too excited. She'd ask you why you did that but then you can easily tell her that you'll buy her another one and more 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ full disclosure heat shot up to her very core at the display ☺️

This is like the greatest sort of ask I've ever had bc I LOVEEEEE jewellery just saying

I read something somewhere about how if you buy your partner a necklace or smth then it's like you're binding them to you. Like a collar but a lot more innocent unless yk you WANT it to be less-than-innocent

Buying her all these things being not just a way to show your love but also to show ownership is kinda crazy in a hot way, and really why wouldn't you?? When she's this formidable and Beautifully Handsome figure, why wouldn't you want to show off the fact that she's fully and utterly yours???? Just clocking onto how perhaps her children point out that the sparkles make her look brighter, or how random people may stop and stare at the shimmering pendant on her neck and knowing that you've given her whatever bounties she could ever ask for (if she wanted to ask) is!!!! Definitely A Feeling 😋😋😋

BONUS if the necklace itself is sturdy too. You'd have to think of how she would much prefer practicality, so you've made sure the metal is STRONG and REINFORCED enough to withstand force........esp when you go to tug on it harshly like a collar. Bc really at the end of the day, that's what this is—the only difference is an actual collar would be thick and would wrap around the neck while a necklace is thin and hangs loosely

In any case you tug on it harshly, bring her even closer and more personal as you start drilling into her again, and it lifts her up instead of breaking thank god ☺️☺️☺️ and she does NOTHING but take what you give her!!!!! She hangs there like a ragdoll, eyes glazed over as little grunts and quiet moans escape her lips before you hit that One Spot at that certain and then suddenly her hands are grasping onto you frantically :3

And at daily life THEN that's when she starts fully accepting your gifts and wearing it without feeling like she's extorted you somehow. When people ask her about it, she'll say that she got it all from her lover before looking at you with a tint of red on her cheeks, remembering the times when you've fucked her to the point where she felt like an object herself 🫶

[regencyrosalie]

Hey there! <3 I really loved the way you write about modern! Anthony and I was wondering on maybe doing something with Benedict?

I was thinking always a modern one, either a xreader or maybe dating! headcanons!

in that case, thanks in anticipation and have a good day/night!!🩷🌸

hi hon ! thank you so much for sending an ask ! im going to structure this like i did for my anthony hc’s, i hope thats okay! im working on a fic rn that’ll be out hopefully soon!

biblically accurate modern!benedict hcs

- benedict WILL draw you

- he will draw quick little silly sketches of you in funny outfits and hats with exaggerated eyes and show them to you while giggling relentlessly

- but he also has an entire sketchbook filled with accurate and detailed drawings/paintings of you. he gets bashful every time you find a new one.

- may or may not have a caffeine addiction

- when you move in with him he moves his little art corner to a different room so you can still sleep while he works

- will get frustrated and come back into the bedroom and watch you sleep until he gets motivated/inspired again

- he loves dogs, specifically small dogs. chihuahuas are probably his favorite but he wont tell anyone.

- his sleep schedule is HORRIBLE, but it evens out when you live together because he wants to fall asleep with you.

- speaking of, i feel like Benedict is a human heater

- which is amazing during the winter

- but when it’s hot it is actually torture because hes trying to fall asleep practically on top of you.

- and youre like PLEASE get the FHUCK off of me and then he pouts and huffs until you make it work or he falls asleep

- benedict is close with every one of his siblings. but especially anthony and eloise.

- has funny uncle vibes

- especially with the younger siblings. he will sneak them candy and also probably money.

- anthony and violet have yet to find out

- i think he probably likes savory foods more than sweets, but will eat anything you make him.

- i feel like hes fully clothed about 50% of the time. the man despises pants i can just feel it in my bones.

- favorite color is red. he likes the versatility.

- cannot sing. but will sing. and will sing loudly. every shower is a concert.

- probably the closest with his mother

- love language is quality time

- this means picnic dates, movie dates, target run dates, going to the grocery store dates

- will make you handwritten cards and paintings for holidays, and puts sticky notes with sappy notes and bad pickup lines on everything you own.

- other than visual art, i think he has a few other hobbies. he likes movies, in fact, he pretty much likes every movie he watches. cant get into shows though, his attention span is not long enough. he also likes puzzles, and will frame them and keep them hoarded in his closet.

- i think a part of him is still grieving his father. violet was in constant agony after he died, and anthony was busy inheriting everything and dealing with the trauma of witnessing it: so benedict was left to pick up the pieces with the rest of the siblings. ie. explain what happened to the younger ones, try to cheer them up, etc.

- for that reason, i don’t think he ever really processed it completely, and he gets weirdly quiet when he thinks about it too long.

- cant be in anthony’s office for more than an hour at a time, because it used to be edmunds, and all he can think of is how he would pester his father all day while he worked.

[mulberrymyrtle]

the life of second year, (name)

a series of one-shots where you, (name) (I.name) navigates their rather boring life as a seemingly 2nd year student at the prestigious Yuuei --pretty NPC-like, as your peers say.

(various! bnha x gn! reader x ocs)

reblogs are greatly appreciated ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

• notes: some OCS are taken from other people, please message me if it's not okay - credits to @yoiquu on instagram for moritsuka segi, her art is amazing!

• extra note: if anyone wants their oc's added here, chat me! mwahahah. (you are also signing up to be a beta reader... teehee /j)

• extra extra note: is it bad thing all the x readers im creating rn have witch-based powers? sorry I just love witched based mcs, so more of them will be coming soonn... *evil laughs*

part two (coming soon) ° masterlist

ONE-SHOT #1: im an NPC in my own story.

WHEN the words "Yuuei" erupts from the tongue, it is often coming from prestige. A single word that lets the masses come into unity, countless excitement that bounces off the crowd.

It is a word held with respect, dignity, and admiration -- Japan's most beloved hero school. A institution that produces top-quality heroes -- the ones that shine brightly in holographic cards. The press punting their headlines with their strained smiles, when blood heroically draws down their temples -- those kinds.

The heroes that have all age groups gape their mouths and foam for an autograph.

The heroes that have the mass bust out in cheers when they come to the scene, the sign of hope that'll overthrow the darkness the lurks everywhere. They come to lift up the burdens the cruel word has placed on your shoulders, aiming to alleviate whatever strings your heart.

So ask every kindergartener their dreams, in hasty babbles the words "doctor" or "lawyer" do not emerge -- it is now hero. Eyes glittering with pride, a dream that explodes and follows them when they reach their teenager years.

Then, ask every teenager what their dream was. With a phone slammed down to the desk, and a passion that flurries through, this is what is heard.

"I want to study at U. A, obviously!"

It really is the naive dream, to save the people, to push through when hope has disappeared. To always have people gape their eyes at you, it is what every student dreams off when they stare off in the middle of math class. To join in the competitive roster filled with students who like you, have worked years off to join UA, is something short of special.

So when results come, and with your trembling hands -- the holographic Aizawa emerges and unenthusiastically informs you that UA was in your reach. You believed that this was the beginning of your life. The blooming start of an eventful journey. One you'd tell the noisy grandchildren when you lounge in the rocking chair.

But, that really was far from the damn truth.

Here you were, splattered across your desk -- the snores of a classmate beside you. The class is filled with the grating sound, a cacophony of tired, restless students that blends together.

It is far from exciting spars, showcasing of unique quirks, and the inspirational path of an aspiring hero. Instead, the days are filled with overdue performance tasks and group projects that have you staring at a screen.

"Do you feel like an NPC sometimes," a voice calls out, a pen tapping against your desk.

Lifting up to meet the gaze of the person, it flickers to the large horns adorned on the mop of brown hair. Reeling your gaze back to the sage eyes that bore into your being -- desperate for an answer.

"Moritsuka," you sigh, the grogginess invading your tone. "Can, can you let me sleep?"

Placing the pen to your forehead, he gives a light flick. "This is what you get for chugging 2 red bulls, didn't I say to get proper sleep?"

A groan is heard from you, pushing it away. "Just because you work under recovery girl doesn't mean you have to solve my health-related issues."

"I do try to lessen the workload in the infirmary, " he states, dragging the pen lightly. "Especially from students overdosing themselves on cheap energy drinks."

"Redbulls not cheap, not at all!"

He only stares at you, an awkward silence emerging from the gaze.

"Moritsuka is right though," another chimes in, their presence squeezing between your space.

"On the sleep schedule?" you mutter with a hint of annoyance, rising up from your nap.

"Nah," the girl lightly dusts off your shoulders, putting herself on your chair. "I mean the NPC stuff."

"This again?" a huff of exasperation emerges from your mouth, looking at Moritsuka. Who's gaze lingers on your long enough, before you sigh again.

"Come on Moritsuka. don't feed Miuna with vour bullshit theories again." you drawl out, a cheek to your palm.

"They're not theories if they can be proven," Moritsuka argues, but it's done in a cool collected way than the offensive tone, which makes you boil a bit.

"And I can definitely prove that!" Miuna butts in, her palm slapped onto your desk. Hearing more students groan and rise up from their quick naps. "I mean, we're in the damn hero course -- but it's so boring! We don't do any fun stuff compared to our seniors! No special treatment! Like some fodder that pops up..."

You turn to find Moritsuka nodding at every word Miuna pushes out, his horns weighing in -- your eyes wander over the visible neck strain. It causes you to shake your head, hands patting on the boy's shoulder.

"Miu," you say to your babbling friend. "Stop before Moritsuka here ends up with a neck injury."

"A neck injury means he supports and acknowledges that it is more than just bullshit!"

"Can't you wait til" lunch?" you plead, ushering the two away. "Free time is the only time I'm not being fried by school or with the illumati theories, have mercy." The two shrug in unison, their voice still bustling with absurd theories. Ranging from the miniscule "we are totally just fodder" to "man, what if we're in some anime!". You end up groaning, burying your face deep in the wooden chair. The voices increase in volume, as the heated discussion bounces off to other sleep-derived students who were seemingly engaged.

God, let this end.

A soft presence rubs itself on your ankles, looking down - your sour demeanor bursts and evaporates away. Fingers reaching over to brush over the soft fur of the familiar blasting affections to you.

"You're tired too, hm?" you smile with gentleness, scratching the back of its' ears. It hums back, slithering into your lap when it curls into contempt. The noises of chattering muffles out when you continue to pat it down -- a calm feeling surrounding your being.

"Besom," the tone of your voice is quiet, gentle when it perks her ears up. "You're not supposed to be... here until it's hero training right?" you question -- a small hiss to your concerned query.

"Man, calm down," you sighed, "just concerned, you might get hurt."

Besom only nuzzles itself deeper into your lap, the fuzzy creature putting on an affectionate display.

"You definitely just want food, don't you?" the deadpan in your tone serious, letting your tongue click from the disappointment. "Such palisman you are."

Just when you reach to your bag, the speakers boom with volumes loud enough that Besom jumps from her position. In a split second, she takes on a defensive stance when sparkles of energy starts to emerge.

There has been a Level 3 security breach.

You hear the monotone voice announces, reaching to every crevice of the room.

The blaring red lights flash over the classroom, the once heated discussion of theories now turned into questions of panic. The sleep-deprived students now fully aware when their hands curl into punches, their quirks sparking from their hands.

All students please evacuate outdoors promptly.

With urgency, the commanding voice of your class representative breaks through the alarms. Her voice slightly shakes yet you find her in the front lines, urging everyone to come out. She stays at the front, like a shield you bask in when crisis comes -- head turning back to make sure all is complete.

"Class 2B," voice filled with authority, "Stay close with one another! If someone gets lost use your phone or contact via Kokoro's telepathy!" she reminds over the packed crowd, her groans and struggles heard.

The hallways were dead filled, each and every student filling in every spot. They push, scream, hurdle and it's warm. The crowding and panics make you clutch onto Besom, her comforting nuzzle helps you navigate through overwhelming crowds.

Just then, she immediately detaches herself from your hold. Sifting through small gaps the crowd leaves, slithering through it with ease. With a gasp, you follow after her steps, saying sorry to every student you push. (and a quiet curse to some random blonde who angrily stepped on you.)

Besom seemingly is out of your sight, nowhere to be found. Yet, you only give a light pat and chant to your bracelet.

"Appare Vestigum," a glow emerges from you, a light flickering against the groups. It takes the form of Besom, her shape highlighted as it moves animatedly.

Her movements are erratic, the subtle glow switching from one to the next -- even leaping over the heads of even more confused students. Taking the opposite direction of the exit door. She successfully evades the crowded area, her direction turning to the stairs.

"W-wait up!" your breaths almost come to choke you, stopping yourself to atleast inhale some bit of air. "B-besom, where the hell are you going?" You slide over to the stairs, a gulp in your throat. But you find her glowing figure descend further and further, the rationale part of your mind wonders why you couldn't just summon her back to your arms. With a mental facepalm, you whip out your wand -- when a man's voice ripples through your bracelet. You look down, the crystal spurring in irregular patterns like a radio buffering.

A voice? The beat of your heart tells you to follow.

"Damn signal," you mutter, sighing when you find the light starting to fade -- a sign she may be too far. The lack of knowledge of where she was couldn't have you immediately teleport -- plus, the weird voice tells you it may not be wise. With a quick decision, you follow over her when you descend down.

After almost a workout, you find yourself in a familiar floor -- the faculty room.

Your face scrunches, the faculty room? The questions form in your head, you know the palisman wouldn't jump out of your arms to go to a room you both despised. Well, much less even have the energy to get out of your arms. (don't tell Besom that.)

Weirdly enough, the faculty is empty, the doors seem swung open in a hurry. Some paperwork still at the entrance, there you find her -- finally, hidden over the hinges. Her body slightly peeking over, then you hear it again -- the voice. The same one you heard earlier, now clearer and nearer.

With a shaking body, you slowly march over to her side. Eyes over the looking by the windows, holding onto her with care when you assess the room.

Then, there he was -- a... a student?

He walked around the faculty, almost clueless. Squinting slightly, you didn't recognize him, much less even see him from orientation. His foreign look should've given you a lasting impression, with shoulder length blond hair curled at the ends with his violet eyes desperately searching around.

Oh, a transfer student? You muse to yourself, the pieces coming together. He must've mistook this for some room, or whatever. Especially with the alarms or something.

With relief, you emerge from the hiding spot, alerting him of your presence.

He only jumps, scrambling to his feet -- sweat pouring down.

"Calm down," you strut up to him in a slow pace, showing you aren't of any harm.

"You new here?" looking at him with an akward gaze, shifting to english. "Are you a foreigner?"

He gulps, hands clasped together as it shakes. He nods, his body screams like he's been caught or something.

You only raise a brow at how he is, "Uh, from where are you?"

"F-france," he whispers, his accent slips through.

"Ah, no worries!" you lighten up, "I'll make it easier for you..."

Hovering your fingers to form a shape, a subtle light emerges from your fingertips. Words and symbols start to detach and form all over, swirling beautifully against your hands the warmth making you sweat. Then it condenses to a single point, before bursting -- the essence fluttering to your heart, a swallow of heaviness when you stomach the feeling in.

"You aren't in the correct room, sir," you say in his native tongue, his surprise evident as his eyes widen with glee.

"You speak French!" he cheers, a flamboyancy emerging -- like sparkles all over his being. "That is incredibly spectacular!"

You give a slight nod, "Well, kinda? My quirk does... anyways, you're lost?" You turn over to the faculty sign, rearranging the words to show a hologram of it in French. "We're in the faculty room, you're not meant to be here -- didn't orientation teach you that?"

He once again awes at the display, spouting all kinds of praises. "Oh my, that quirk of your is so dazzling I must say!"

You only cough, "Answer the question, please?"

"Uh, my class didn't go through orientation..."

"Huh?"

He gives an embarrassed gaze, "Can you help me first? I'll tell you on the way back, I'm still not used to all this..." You give a nod, guiding him back -- taking the elevator. "Well, since the alarms are gone, I'll help. But you have to tell me, okay?"

I mean, it's kinda suspicious. You think to yourself, the weird feeling of someone watching over the two of you makes your heart heavy.

So when your hand is on his shoulder, gently coaxing him back -- your eyes is caught on as shadow, it blends seamlessly, but it is enough to have your skin filled with goosebumps. With a quick look around, there is light dust collecting by the edge of the door -- where a piece of paper used to lay.

What? You gulp, heart raising, grip almost tightening.

"What made you come here?" the boy interrupts your subtle gaze, when you two were nearing the elevator.

You look at your side, whistling to have Besom curl up by your shoulders. "This guy kinda went crazy, must've been the alarms. She's scared of them."

He squeals at the creature,

"She really is the cutest! What is her name?"

You reply and all he does is coo and let out squeals of delight.

"What is yours?" You tilt your head, now in the elevator leaning against the wall. Hearing some 80's groove subtly playing in the background -- Present Mic, you figured. "You must be a junior aren't you? What course?"

In a flamboyant display, he poses like a model with wind swooping over his luscious hair. Different from his scared display from earlier.

"Refer to me as the sparkling Yuga Aoyama!"

As if on cue, sparkles seem to surround him. Then he switches to another pose, and you feel like a background of golden roses come next.

"And for my course! For someone as dazzling as I am, naturally it is the hero course!"

Again, he switches to another pose, "Class 1-A to be exact, hold the applause!"

You pause, the puzzle pieces shifting together. "1-A? Is Mr. Aizawa your adviser?"

He gulps, nervousness seeping once again. "Yes... it is him."

A light laugh emerges from your mouth, "Ah, that says alot! One of my classmates would be proud your his junior. He's got a lot to say about that man. Is that why you weren't at orientation, faced the dreaded physical test?"

His simple nod answers everything all at once.

That makes your worries lift, returning back to a chiller demeanor.

He stops for a second, eyeing you. "Are you also at the amazing hero course?" You give a tired sigh, playing with Besom. "If you could call it that..." you whisper before addressing his concerns. "Yep, I guess I'm your senior. But, not a Mr. Aizawa child."

He bows down in a split second, addressing you with an honorfic that has your insides slowly die.

"God, no please," you shush him down, waving him away to straighten up. "No honorfics. I'd rather you just call me by my name."

When he meekly meets your gaze, he asks for your name.

Then, the elevator door finally dings, opening slowly. You find a small group of students in front of the humongous 1-A door. Seeing how a girl with short mousey brown hair waves to your direction, calling out to him in familarity.

You usher him away, but he stands to look at you, unmoving; almost desperate for an answer.

"Oh, my name..." you remember, quickly pushing him outside the door. Another huff, when Besom affectionately puts herself in your arms.

When the doors slowly close, you meet to him eye-to-eye, his usual quirkiness shows sincerity, and who were you to say no?

"Just call me (Name) Momiji. See you, Aoyama."

[averyangrypossum]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the

Flowerbroadcast AU!

Based on the two drawings I did of a fankid for the ship radiostatic.

The full-body one

And the one with both Vox and her

And now, I’m gonna tell you all about it and exactly who the fuck this little kid is.

Lotus is the daughter of Vox (as you can tell) and Alastor and is six years old. She was created shortly after Vox and Al broke up, oh yeah I should probably talk about their relationship status. Vox and Alastor, unlike in canon, weren’t only close friends but were dating at some point, mostly because Alastor wanted to manipulate Vox’s feelings to where he’d be more compilable but accidentally took it too far, and since Vox is a piss baby Alastor decided to entertain Vox for a while.

Was this relationship healthy?

NO!

Would Vox say these were the best years of his afterlife?

Yeah.

But anyways, in this au when Vox asks Alastor to “join his team” he was actually proposing and Alastor finally realized,

“Shit maybe this has gone out of hand” and breaks it off with Vox which leaves Vox heartbroken and with an incel breakdown. Now instead of trying to move the fuck on, he has our little darling Lotus, who he has trying to fill the hole that Alastor left.

So obviously having a child for that reason isn’t going to make you a good parent.

Lotus’ relationship with the Vees are as follows in the particular order.

1 Velvette: She does Lotus’s hair everyday and picks out outfits for her to post on her social media before Lotus immediately undos everything that Velvette does and just goes for pigtails and her nightgown. Velvette has wine aunt energy and is probably the only one of the Vees to know how to talk and get through to Lotus.

2 Valentino: Surprising I know, but Lotus doesn’t know what he does to his workers, she knows what he does for work but grew up with thinking that was just something normal since Valentino was never hush hush about his job around her much to Vox’s dismay. Valentino isn’t a big fan of children and doesn’t hang around her often, but sometimes he’ll draw along side her while bitching about a particular show she’s watching even though it’s literally made for kids.

3 Vox: Wow, how bad do you have to fuck up for a pimp who hardly spends time with her to be ranked higher than her own father?? Vox, despite making the conscious decision to have her, he isn’t around like at all. Hes a workaholic through and through, and mostly leaves her with nannies and Velvette. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. Au contraire he loves her with all his heart and soul. Will give her anything except quality time. He uses her more of an accessory than a child.

Now how exactly Lotus was made is up to you.

A robotic creation Vox made? Sure!

Some voodoo magic shit? Yeah!

Some weird magic thing where she kinda just poofed into existence? Why not!

Mpreg? I mean, do what you wanna do ig?

Cuz it really doesn’t matter!

This whole au starts with Lotus running away from the Vee tower to explore hell since she's basically Rapunzel. She gets lost and terrorized by sinners until our deer Alastor rescues her. Seeing his chance to promote the hotel he takes her there where she is offered to stay there by Charlie when Lotus complains about how bad her dad is. She graciously accepts because shes only six but is going through her “My dad hates me and I hate him” era. Which I mean…I would get that impression too if I didn’t see my dad that much.

Wait my dad lives across the country…don't talk to me rn I’m busy dyeing my hair black and becoming emo 🖤

But anyways she stays there while Vox is loosing his fucking mind, and becoming more mentally unstable.

Meanwhile! She's having the time of her life with the hotel's residents and a new father figure who treats her well and pays attention to her! Alastor! Now Al doesn’t know she is his kid, but that doesn't stop him from being a better dad than Vox out of spite!

Anyways, thats all I have, for now! Stay tuned my friends~

[kazukazuhas]

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  maybe this was a bad idea: coming to the store by yourself without anyone else to accompany, to chase away and ease your nerves. anxiety began to rack its thin finger against your heart as the car parked off to the side of the pavement. nya checked her phone quickly, angling the screen just short of out of your sight but you don't bother about what she's busy with both out of decency and being out of it.

  the car's safety tried to call you back, singing a song of comfort as you reluctantly stepped out of the vehicle to complete your own tasks of the day. nya, while in the midst of your worrying and fastening breath hidden behind the disposable mask you grabbed, mentioned something you don't quite understand entirely from the slightly deafness you felt but nonetheless the least go along with it as she starts the car, waves and finally drove off to her own destination. maybe you should've let pixal when she offered to accompany you– well too bad it's too late now. 

  it's quick, you think to yourself to reassure the panic from settling in, a simple in and out. all you needed was a few things and you'd be out in a jiff, and the house was nothing but a good ten minutes away– you choose to believe that it is near instead of its realistic distance being further rather than closer. you hesitantly step inside the small convenience store, counting all the heads you see before walking around the side of the aisles to find the one you needed exactly. 

  relief flooded you like a thin stream of mist, the bell rang as the last person and their child, who was half embarrassed by their mother, left the store while bidding a rather noisy goodbye to the clearly tired cashier, who only rolled their eyes before continuing on with their own personal work. you pick the things you need up quickly, checking their prices quickly before grabbing a pack of some ramen you liked and a few energy drinks from one of the neatly packed fridges. skylor did say they normally restocked the night before saturday. with a good attempt, you tried to seem calm while walking up to the cashier. 

  they greeted you softly, still in their own haze of thought and daydreaming when you get to them after a quick moment. they half-smiled before continuing on with their job, taking each of the items from your short list and cashing them. their calm energy radiated and softened your nerves for a moment. they were just someone no older than you, mostly fresh out of high school and maybe even trying to make ends meet? or they were trying to earn enough to cover the cost of university or college, you couldn't tell.

  it was something so fascinating about the whole — outside a single perspective, were the interesting lives of thousands of millions to billions, all filling the pages of their books with ink crafted to them in their own unique writing.

  they handed you the bagged items and slip after they received the cash you handed back to them, letting out a small farewell greeting and going back to their own work and continuing on with their day. never caring of whether it was the last time you'd see them or if this was just the first. 

  but your mind was at ease– maybe you were hyper fixated by anxiety thumping against your head at first but it ceased, at least until you made it halfway down the road. something warned you, a gut feeling that meshed with anxiety and worry that told you to turn back and call someone to pick you up. your heart picked up the pace the faster you began to walk, your breath left you in a heave and pant. 

  regrettably, you spare a look behind you. 

  nothing.

  the anxiety rushes forward, sending your nerves on an electrified run the moment the presence lurking after your steps vanishes from your sights and senses. it crashed roughly and flooded rationality, but you kept the fast pace and reframed from breaking out into a desired sprint back to skylor's place. 

  the steps became loudly, your sometimes false suspicion was now correct; someone was following you and not so discreetly. from the sound of the footsteps, they were heavy and following your exact direction you were heading. and you doubt they were of good intentions. 

  "fuck– please go away," you whispered under your breath, the only person who would have only heard was yourself, but you heard the desperation and fear that something might happen. 

  if only you were in shape, it's been forever since your last workout or try to keep yourself fit and in good health. since your high school career started coming to a close in your last couple years, it swiped you of any energy and time you had left outside your preexisting tuitions and classes. sometimes you wonder how you were still standing when you didn't have any of those energy drinks. 

  there was a drunken snicker from behind you, warily you glance back and catch the sight of a stranger watching you walk at a fastened pace with the utmost interest and caution. 

  you turned, a wrong one by your misjudgement and settling panic rising further than before. you notice you're panting slightly at how your body is coming to terms with how hard its work to keep you moving. vaguely you noticed the mistake you made, you were supposed to take the turn after. and it might cost you gravely. 

  your skin itches, a crawling feeling stretches up your arm and it becomes unreal how disgusting you begin to feel the moment the stranger grabs your arm. they grabbed you— it takes a moment to register that they managed to get a hold on you, but now your back hits the hard wall with a thud that rings heavy against the street's bare, lonely walls. the pain cracks through your body, a thick hurt fleet from your back and along your body with a burning touch. that's a faint sound of the contents from your run earlier meeting the ground, its vague against the loud ringing echoing in your hazy mind. 

  the stranger asks of something from you, their face blurry with the sky and wall meshing together. they ask a second time, louder and much clearer but it still didn't reach your hazy mind. 

  silver, no. a shiny grey moved from side to side in your sight, it was getting hard to see from your hazing eyes and tiredness getting to you. nothing seemed real at the moment, maybe your head hit the wall as well– oh that could be a concussion.

  there was yelling, there was someone else who caught the attention of the stranger who thought of taking advantage of your half conscious state to take your hard earned cash, maybe something darker, death. it would be fine if the latter had occurred, you think. you close your eyes reluctantly. 

  "hey, hey–" the other stranger called to you, the one who chased the other one off. you found their clothing funny, all clad in green and black with a hood and mask hiding their face from everyone. "what's your name? can you tell me?" you tried to focus on their voice, the stranger sounded as young as you. you answered them with your name, fading from consciousness for a moment. their voice brought you back, "do you know who i am?" you shook your head as much as you could manage to, resting your face in the hand they held it, your face with. 

  "i'm the green ninja." ninja? so they were real?

  "gonna pick you up- okay there we go. i'm going to take you to the hospital, do you have an emergency contact?" the ninja asks slowly, letting you process each word before saying the next. they wait patiently but not saying a word, but kept moving, you don't notice the rooftops and breeze until you reopen your eyes. 

  "skylor chen." the ninja chuckles, seemingly knowing of who to call. they quietly thank you for the answer before jumping to the next rooftop and onwards until finally reaching the hospital. 

  haze. haze all you felt. 

  you all but remember that day, except you'll remember the person in the strange clothes. they were quite interesting.

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[rook2ii]

wtf i just spent the last five hours making an entire fucking. essentially complete song. which i've never done before. i have not ever COMPLETED an original song. (i mean. it borrows a couple lyrics from some other songs in like. one part. but other than that it's all original.)

apparently my meds are way fucking stronger or something when i'm not at school because DAMN have i done a helluva lot over the last week.

(i uh. haven't worked on any school stuff yet... but still.)

here's the song if uh. anyone cares lmao.

warning tho ig that parts of the audio quality (especially vocals) might sound kinda shitty. but that was mostly on purpose lmao. there's not any sudden loud noises, but it might be a bit noisy in general?

idk, I really like how it turned out :3

lyrics (+ a bit of rambling) below the cut :> [[EYESTRAIN WARNING for the art I talk a little about there. Just different versions of the drawing I used as the cover]]

Cryptid mania hours~ Cryptid mania hours~ Cryptid mania hours~ Cryptid mania hours~!! Cryptid mania hours Got me feelin' like I got superpowers I wanna be fucking devoured Getting dressed up, my final hour Writing and writing and writing for days I got motivation flowin' through my veins I feel like a monster, I'm going insane!! Nah, it's not really that bad lol, I just... Got a little carried away I guess A million thoughts lapsed over each other There's so much that I wanna say, but You'll never hear all the thoughts in my brain I hide them, I hide them away! (Cryptid mania hours~) Lose, lose, lose my fucking mind Win, win, win until I die They're not like the other guys You can't tell from your disguise (Cryptid mania hours~) All my colors fill the scene My eyes are bleeding on the screen Fuck a path in the woods! I'm gonna write my own fucking destiny (Cryptid mania hours~) Ohhh~ Jump, jump, jump up high!! (Cryptid mania hours~!!) Ohhhhhhhhhh~~

Quotes lyrics from "LOSE, LOSE, LOSE" by kittydog and "Sun Spots" by ivycomb (+ a lil Slay the Princess reference lol)

Okay, so. I was thinking about how weird it was that it felt like my ADHD were being. a LOT more effective over the course of spring break than they were during school.

I've had a lot of spontaneous motivation, generally have had a more elevated mood, not being able to fall asleep, and having a lot more trouble remembering to eat to the point I would feel light-headed and almost not feel able to get up with how suddenly starving I felt.

I both felt more like myself than I had in at least a month and also like I was slowly turning into some sort of cryptid at the same time.

Which led to me drawing this piece:

Which then gave me the spontaneous idea to try to record a shitty song that encapsulated the feeling as well, remembering the time I saw kittydog improvise making an entire purposefully shitty song on stream one time (METAL PIPE CORE)

And so I made a little melody on BeepBox, then put it into BandLab, and then. Just started recording whatever lyrics I thought up basically on the spot with my laptop's shitty built-in mic. And then I finished it?????? And I actually really, really like it???

And while it encapsulates the feeling itself pretty well, the lyrics are just a little bit everywhere in terms of what they're actually talking about...

Some of it is just various thoughts and feelings were at the forefront of my mind, some random shit I came up with here and there, and, of course, quoting lyrics from some songs I sing to myself fucking over and over again.

Also, when I came up with the "All my colors fill the scene" lyric, I realized "Oh!! I should make a version of the drawing with 'my colors' (orange and purple) to use for the cover! :D"

so I did

Anyways. I'm so shocked that i just. made this. but i rlly like it. so.

Did I mention I made this entire thing basically running on fucking fumes?? Also that it's 3am where I live rn.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

character writing time (i made my son today its so traumatized already <3)

okay so i did come up with it through a self-made prompt: we always hear about how the villain has better reasons then the hero, or the villain's goal is more just then the hero's. well, the hero realized this after a confrontation with the villain. as such, they quit working for those in charge, the ones wanting to fight for these ideals, wanting to go join the villain. however, being enemies doesn't stop when you switch sides, and the villain pushes the hero away. the hero now is a traitor to both sides, evil in the eyes of all parties involved, and a hero to none no longer.

another thing before we begin, my son aka the character i made uses it/itself pronouns and is boyflux! its unnamed, but ill come up with one later, rn its writing time (yes i built my prompt now differently, this is like the backstory to the scenario, and tw of attempts at suicide and general shitty quality of life) (adding while writing, talking badly about using it/itself pronouns (which i do use, nothing wrong with them)

you can also not look if you wanna just have your own written ideas and dont think mine would follow ours or whatever lol

Was it 7 months, 8? It didn't know. It didn't feel a need to care. Not after all it had worked for came crashing down. For 7 years, it had worked to be great. It was great. It saved people, it fought away bad guys, it was helpful to their cause. Then it opened its eyes, with help from their enemy.

"Do they want a safe city, or are they fighting for the control over it?" Marion had boomed. It normally wasn't enough, but it didn't leave it's head and it had to ask. And oh boy did that go just GREAT. It quit then and there, and in the process became a target for them to destroy. It had planned to maybe work with Marion, maybe even stay with her. But she didn't believe a word. She didn't want to listen long, and those eyes declared the message before she spoke it.

"Leave before I make you."

For 7 years, it was a respected individual. In these 7 or so months, it was unable to be seen as an individual by any. Out of costume and out of any shelter or anything, it had sunk lower then the care for a shot rabid dog. Maybe if it had fucking planned, it wouldn't be freaked out over any look, worrying if any food they'd get was poisoned, if the world could care for a second.

The running tired it's legs. It was tired of running. So here it was, sitting on a crummy wooden bridge, in the bumfuck area of town, where if improvements happened it came from the people's efforts. The railing creaked and it was littered with nails and glue desperately trying to hold together the pieces. The bridge's best area was how built in it was to the road, it supported it well. That didn't stop the paint peeling and uneven planks from filling one with fear. Still, the small snail painting which seemed to have new additions to it each day (new flowers, a sun, friends, anything these kids could paint) was cute. It felt fragile and strong at heart.

The rails were warm. Its hands held the plank and closed its eyes, taking it in. The noises of conversation just too far away, maybe some cars, the wind, its breaths. In, comfort and warmth and love filled itself. Out, the knowledge it couldn't be for someone like it, one who itself knows it couldn't be referred to as human. In, the musky waters about one block away from the bridge filled its brain. Out its arms went. Out its legs went. Out of this world it wished for. Holding in this final breath, even when its lungs wanted nothing more. Just like in the uppers' trainings, it thought. No pain, no gain, it thought.

In, fallen off and finally finding an answer to where the world's kindness went, it had fallen into Marion's. Her dark blue eyes reminded it of the night sky. It wondered if this was death yet.

"Now what the fuck were you doing." She was holding it so nicely. As though she'd feel pity for the rabid dog, still holding on through its pain, no matter how much it didn't want to. "God, breathe, you're not dead yet!" Without warning, it felt a quick flat blow to the stomach, forcing it to let go of whatever air it tried to hold just a little longer.

"Maybe I should have used rope, heh." It's voice was shakey and louder then it wanted.

"Well, I'm grateful you didn't." There was a moment of silence between the two. It's head just looked up at the stars, barely visible.

"...You weren't lying. You weren't trying to deceive me or whatever shit."

"...I guess."

"Why did you go talk to me first?"

"...Don't know, felt right." It lied there.

"Hey," grabbing its cheek and tilting its head down. "I may not fully fucking trust you, but your staying with me for now. If this whole thing was a trick, then fuck you, but I sadly can't let somebody try that again. Not when it's y...someone with good information on those fuckasses." Morian chose her words carefully, as though one mess up and itd try again.

Grabbing her hand, it knew this was probably how itd be going. No way people change heart so easily. Yet, it couldn't lie on this, it was one of the most pleasant kidnappings it had been apart of.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I saw your posts about receiving any reqs rn so I saw this as an opportunity

I saw that you write for what in hell is bad so I would absolutely love it if you wrote a fic about hucow!mammon

Just imagine him as part demon, part cow, his tits always bursting with milk, fluffy ears to scratch, and a beautiful spotted tail to yank on and make him moan

Would he be a milk cow, only meant for crating the best milk from his plush tits, or would he be a breeding cow, meant to be plowed into all the time and filled up with babies🤭

Ayo, wait.. hold up, i’ve never thought about this, especially the second possibility and my god?? Also I hope this is satisfactory since I’m not sure if you wanted a fic or hc, or somehting else

Dom!reader x sub!cow!mammon - mentions of AMAB reader (once)

Warning: lactation, breeding kink, anal sex, cow-hybrid, heat, degradation & objectification (a little)

Just imagine it, mammon, as big as he already is, being a female cow. In other words milk or breeding cow. Cute ears paired with a fluffy tail hanging from his body, his already huge breasts now gaining a new function. Whenever you’d rest in his lap, you slip your hands beneath his clothes and grope his squishy, full pecs. If your fingers brush against his nipples, it’s to be expected that he leaks some of his milk.

He’d not let anyone use him like you do, because he’s your possession. Your own milk reservations. No one gets to have a taste except you allow it. Having you suck on his tits until his nipple feels like it will fall off, only for you to change to the other side. You really won’t stop until he is dry, will you? Mammon would try his best to eat food that makes his milk more delicious! He’d also try to produce more if that’s what you want. Secretly massaging his breasts to improve the quality and speed, all while his tail flairs around desperately <3

At some point you were curious about how similar he is to a real cow. Does he have heats? Mating session? Can he get…. You know?

Whenever you two would fuck, you’d make sure to keep your dick as deep inside him as possible, not pulling it out unless you really need to. Which led to long aftercare sessions, since you made him keep cockwarm you. This was such a sudden shift in demeanour, was there something that triggered it? And sure he was right.

After he found out the reason, he’d be so smitten with you. You wanted to get him pregnant? To pump him full of your children and make him tied to you forever? God, you were ready to have babies with him.. how he wishes that he can really get pregnant now. From then on, he’ll never question your decisions ever again, staying put and keeping you inside him was almost as fun as the real deal. Whenever you did pound and rut into him, he’d keep whining and moaning about wanting to be filled by you, about wanting to become your breeding animal. - he’d also love keeping your cum in him, using a butt plug to prevent it dripping out. Your little pet is trying his best to get pregnant huh?

Would love the matting press ;)

Then his heat hits him, and he just becomes so much more sensitive. His tits would produce more milk, but they’d be a little more watery than usually, because he just produces too much! To the point where you don’t even have to touch his chest for him to leak milk from his nipples. It’s also around this time he becomes more greedy with you, his master, and wants to full 24/7. Please stick something in, he needs it so bad~

[mcrmadness]

Feeling so weird about my art, and all kinds of creations I do, now. I don't like it how "selfish" it makes me feel, but now it's somehow different. Usually I just become so self-aware about how different I am from the others and how different my likes and dislikes are from the others'. It's like, I'm an outside even within the outsiders.

And rn, while I KNOW people have lives and are busy, still somehow my head always have to make everything about me. Anyhow, the topmost feeling related to my creations right now is not "I'm different", but rather "did I let others down?" I have been told people like my arts and videos and gifs and fanfics, and obviously I always believe that. And of course now that I think about it, I can't decide if that's the case or if that's just what people always say. But let's think the scenario that people are honest - that leads to the current feeling I have been trying to talk about here. I'm just asking myself if I produced something with so utterly shitty quality that even those who say they like my creations, stare at it and think "why did I ever say that to them?" I just feel like I have let everyone down. That I wasn't able to fill the expectations even when there really weren't any. At least not any set to ME, but in case people have set some to themselves about my work and then they go read/watch it and realize it's so not what they thought it would be and like. What can you say or do then? You already said you'd like whatever someone creates and suddenly there is a day when you realize what you said isn't actually true and you finally found something that you do not like.

I mean, something similar has happened to me so many times before, which is one of the reasons for why I usually never say anything using words that would indicate I'm sure about something. It's just weird to be at this side. To feel like I finally managed to create something that not even my last "supporters" truly could like.

On top of that all, I just spent hours animating a very simple drawing thingy for school and I just feel like I suck at everything. It kinda looks cool but I just imagine showing it to my classmates and that they'd find it very amateurish. Like, we're all students here so you can be amateurish but what if my animation is just shit? I'm so bad at reviewing my own work cos I only know my starting level and how I have possibly improved at something but I don't know what is like in comparison to others. I just can't even guess what my classmates would say to that. They could compliment it, or they could not say a word. I still think ignorance and silence is the worst form of feedback. It feels way worse than negative feedback. I just wanna know what people really think and not roll in uncertainty where I don't know if my creations suck. Like, I don't even care if they suck, I just want to know if they do, so I know to not share them but enjoy them by myself.

[gremlin-bot]

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I finally wrote my prompt I sent to @stealingyourbones back in November! well part of it. This is just chapter 1, so this gets a summary @dpxdcshipweek

Edit: forgot to say that I got help with the usernames from the wonderful @tourettesdog and @half-dead-ham! (If I'm wrong it's bc I'm not at home rn to look at my notes)

Ao3 link: Here Master List: Here

Summary: Danny has always had more internet access than a child really should have had. He tended to spend that time on game forums and different websites dedicated to space. Everyone once in a while he'd venture onto one about heroes and villains. That's how he met Tim Drake-Wayne or BatShadow as was his username back then.

Chapter 1: Blorbo Supplier

Danny just wanted to see uncommon pictures of Superman. It really shouldn't have been this hard. He's an alien, there should be a lot of pictures of him. Frustrated with his lack of results he resorts to looking for the pictures through unpopular social media websites that should have new pictures. His first look didn't meet his goal, and before he could even think of trying again he was distracted by a post. It was a picture of a figure swinging between skyscrapers, backlit by neon light all against a smog filled sky. It was stunning and made all the more captivating by the identity of the subject in the photo. A picture of Batman, The Batman, taken in a way that you couldn't deny it was him. That was impressive on its own, but the quality is what made it shine. Danny had to see if the account had more pictures of Batman, or even other heroes. Looking at the blog, hoping it wasn't a deactivated user, he finds the posts of BatShadow. 

The blog is a gold mine of pictures of Batman and Robin with some villains the duo we're fighting. All with stunning quality, with each subject undeniable as who they were but still giving a sense of privacy. Sadly, Danny couldn't find any other heroes pictured, but Danny could live with that. Batman was his third favorite hero, he blames Sam and all her knowledge on the edgy and obscure. She would be ecstatic about these photos, too bad he wasn't going to tell her. He was being petty. Sam should have known better than to say he couldn't keep a secret, so this is his secret now! Pettiness aside, Danny was going to message BatShadow to see if they had pictures of other heroes they hadn't posted.

Messages begins with BatShadow

(04-17-20xx)

ConstellationCruiser:

Hey, sorry to bother ya

I just saw your posts and was wondering if you have any pics of superman

BatShadow:

I don't know. I would have to look. I don't usually go to an area with him in it much, so no promises.

ConstellationCruiser: 

Thanks!! And that's fine really, it's just that your pics are amazing

BatShadow:

Thanks! Sorry, I have nothing for Supes.

ConstellationCruiser:

Damn

It's fine 

I wasn't really expecting much

I'm just surprised at the quality and quantity ya got there

BatShadow: 

It's super hard to get them without being caught but so worth it!

Danny continued talking to BatShadow about pictures and superheroes. Eventually switching to personal interest. Danny learns that BatShadow skateboards and in turn he tells them all about the stars. By the end of their conversation it was well into the night, Jazz wasn't going to be pleased. It was worth it though.

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Danny ended up messaging again the next day, and the day after that. The other user was interesting and he was just so broad. Especially during these long summer days where Sam was off at some gala trip and Tucker was on vacation with his family. His parents being busy in the Lab at all hours and Jazz working a summer job didn't help. Even with Jazz trying to get him out of the house but it never really was worth it. Not with Dash and his gaggle out. Not without his friends there.

It's not like anyone besides Jazz would care about what he was doing online. Their parents were too caught up in drawing out plans and blueprints for a ghost portal or something. He doesn't care, it's more of the same for him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his parents and they loved him. They just pay more attention to their inventions, and this one happens to be one Danny can't help out with.

He's getting distracted. Danny was supposed to be cleaning the lab, not thinking of long gone days. It was taking way longer than he thought it would. His parents really aren't as careful with their samples as they really should be. After cleaning spilled ectoplasm from the vent grates he will finally be done, then he can get on the computer and add BatShadow on Steam. They were going to play Portal 2 together later.

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Tim didn't think he would still be talking to ConstellationCruiser. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, (if there was anyone to talk to in the first place), but he was lonely. So, sue him if he got attached to the other kid with too much free time on their hands. They may not have told each other their ages but it wasn't hard to figure out, they talked too similar.

It was nice to really connect with someone his age. ConstellationCruiser was smart like him, just in different areas. He had learned more about the stars and space travel in the last handful of months than he ever had in his 12 years of life. He knows he wasn't any better, going on about hacking and maybe the new murder mystery that came out. It was fun, learning about the other's interests and different things than what's normal for them. 

ConstellationCruiser's parents seem to have some type of lab in the basement of their house, which was cool in concept but concerning in practice. There have been times where they had to stop in the middle of a game they were playing together to check on an explosion they heard. It happened more than Tim was comfortable with but there's nothing he can really do about it. It's not like he was anyone better about certain aspects of his life either. He avoided the topic of food as much as possible, though it seems ConstellationCruiser is doing the same thing with the topic.

Tim just hopes the other won't worry over him not responding the next couple of days. He probably should warn them but this is time sensitive. Batman needs a Robin. The man is running himself into the ground. His new found grief choking him and by extension Gotham. He has to convince Nightwing to come back, no matter what it takes.

[lemmetreatya]

Ahhh I thought Josuke is like 18 or smth but I just researched. Turns out he's just 16, my bad!! What about a fluffy movie night instead? Perhaps Josuke trying to teach reader how to play video games or something like that? I know you said I don't have to apologize but I feel pretty stupid rn 🫠

Ready Player One — Josuke x Black!fem reader

contains: sfw, fluff, squint for pining

sweetheart ur absolutely fine! mistakes like that happen but you’re cool! hope you enjoy this 🫶🏾🥺❤️

"Josuke, I suck at this. Can we play something a bit easier?"

A whine left your throat as you flung your head back against the chair of the sofa, dropping your hands and controller into your lap.

The TV flashed with yet another screen that read DEFEAT. This was probably about the eighteenth time today. Suddenly you regret opening your mouth earlier in saying you could easily play any of the games Josuke did.

Josuke on the other hand only looked on at you with an amused expression as he jolted your crossed legs with his outstretched foot.

"You're not that bad. You just need to play at it a bit more." He crooned.

"But I've been 'playing a it bit more' for near an hour! I'm ready to give up and just accept the lost."

A lazy laugh left Josuke's mouth as he watched the pout on your face grow. Maybe he'll bestow mercy on you just this once.

"C'mon. Here, look."

Unexpectedly, Josuke leaned himself over you and so easily his frame over-towered your body. It was even worse when he laid his hands over your hands and controlled the remote whilst it was still in your possession.

As the boy directed your character, you couldn't help the fact that your skin started to heat up and itch with nervous sweats.

Seeing as Josuke was so close to you, you subconsciously held your breath. However, ceasing all breathing didn't help the fact that you were still able to smell the woody cologne that he usually sported. You know Josuke liked expensive and designer items but no thought about price and it's quality came to your head upon smelling it. All you could think about was how nice it smelt on Josuke.

Without fully thinking about it, your face turned to gravitate further into his person as you discreetly tried to take a deeper whiff.

The heat that radiated back onto your face felt so comforting, your nose just about skimming the skin of his neck. You know you were pushing a boundary but it hadn't occurred to you on who until the boy turned his head.

"What're you doing?" Josuke mumbled as he looked down at you with an amused tone.

Instantly, you turned your head towards the TV again in fear that he would find the gesture strange.

"Oh. Soz'." You forced out, your hands slightly shaking.

There was a slight delay in Josuke's reaction. You couldn't watch what his facial expressions read concerning you were too afraid to look at his face but he cleared his throat before saying anything else.

"Nah, you're good." Josuke pulled back into his own space. "I smell nice, huh?"

You hummed in agreement, suddenly shy that you had gotten caught, but you weren't shy for long as the game dinged with a screen saying PASS. You guess Josuke had won the first part but the rest was up to you.

"Thanks, by the way."

You quickly turned in his direction to offer your gratitude for the game, but you didn't miss how Josuke stiffly kept his face centred towards the screen with his hand curled over his mouth, unable to look at you.

Initially you thought it was because he was maybe weirded out by your impulsive actions but you knew that wasn't case when you saw the embarrasing reddening of Josuke's cheeks and pinch of his ears.

Even though he sounded like he was playing it calm, it seems like the situation was affecting him too.

For a moment, the living room was only filled with the sounds of the level you were trying to complete. You hadn't watched or heard a single thing Josuke was explaining to you earlier but it seems by the sheer will power of trying to mask your slight embarrassment, you were doing better than before.

"I'm always cautious I don't go round smelling funky." Josuke suddenly said out loud.

You thought he was going to carry on, say something more, but all he did was aimlessly fiddle with the hem of his top as he watched the gameplay on screen.

So before you even realised it, you were instantly replying.

"You never smell bad."

Josuke turned is head in your direction.

"Eh?"

Shit, you thought. If he didn't think you were weird for smelling his neck then he definitely thought you were weird now.

Scrambling to reply, you tried to formulate the words in your head first.

"I mean, not that I smell you often or anything like that—" Josuke raised his eyebrow at you with an inquisitive look. "—But as far as the record goes, I've never like, been with you and you smelt bad. You always smell good."

Your last words were mumbled, because who were you to even suggest that you perceived or frequently took in account the smell of another person, but to Josuke, it seemed to make all the positive difference.

Turning his body in your direction, the boy grinned at the side of your face.

"Well that's good coz' I'm always cautious how I smell around you specifically."

Now it was your turn to be confused.

"Huh?"

Leaning his hands behind him and looking upwards at the ceiling, Josuke squinted his eyes shut as he made a sound of pre-meditated regret.

"Argh, I dunno. It's gonna sound so weird but I find that I don't mind how I smell around the others as much as I do for when it comes to you."

Your heart rate started to pick up but it had nothing to do with the fact that the game was getting intense. Whilst keeping your eyes on the screen, you lightly dipped your head forwards to the side.

"Expaaaand?"

Fidgeting in his spot, Josuke ran a hand down his face.

"Like, of course, I like to smell nice at all times, but I'm always cautious of how I smell when I know I'm gonna be seeing you? It's not even because I think you'll judge me or anything but... Ah, I dunno."

The game made a countdown beeping noise. Your eyes stayed trained on the screen. The quietness that ensued from Josuke however didn't sound complete. You know it wasn't, because he kept making groans of contemplation.

"Yeah, I dunno." He sighed. "There's just something about you that makes me want to try that tad bit harder or to impress you."

"Oh. Forreal?" You dryly muttered.

Suddenly, the TV laughed with a celebration of success. Once again, the letters PASS decorated the screen. This time however it was accredited to you. Finally, after all this time, you were granted a win in the game, but you couldn't focus on the success due to what the boy next to you had just admitted.

Despite your lacklustre reply, Josuke was still able to laugh at the situation.

"Whadd'you mean, just 'forreal'?"

Placing the controller down, you finally looked in Josuke's direction, but as soon as you saw the amused look on his face, suddenly the cloth of the sofa was a lot more entertaining.

"I mean— okay, that reaction sounds bad but...I hear you. I never knew you felt that way."

"That's fine." He nudged your knee with his foot once again but this time he had an overwhelmingly cheeky smile on his face. "You know now though, right?”

Finally glancing up at the boy, you were met with that same easy face that always seemed to occupy your thoughts when they weren’t supposed to.

Smiling back, you slightly shook your head.

"Yeah, I know now."

[chirpsythismorning]

I think it is very probable that the Duffers won't stop the production or filming, and that their support for the strike will just remain in... words, rather than direct action. Realistically the Duffers are tied to Netflix, they literally are the producers of the biggest show (on Netflix) now, and they're already getting paid... a lot and the fact that they are tied to Netflix makes it VERY unlikely for them to stand up against Netflix. I just cannot imagine a scenario like that, lol. So yeah, it is controversial and sad, but if we are considering the situation from a realistic POV... I can see the duffers not exactly standing up against Netflix.

It’s possible!

I do wonder if they’re going to announce filming starting then? Because official Netflix/ST accounts usually make a post the day filming starts to let the fans know it has officially commenced.

Although it is a cause for celebration for fans, it’s… going to look really bad in the eyes of those supporting the strike, which is 98% of writers and basically everyone that isn’t the top 1% in the industry.

I know the Game of Thrones spin-off or whatever announced that they’re going to start filming despite the strike and they’re getting a lot of negative press from not just those in the industry but also fans who are scared that the quality of the show is gonna suffer.

It’s common knowledge that the shows that did continue production during the last strike dipped in quality bc they were not able to have rewrites while filming. Stuff like actors improvising and adding their own lines and directors or just anyone coming in to fill that role of the writers on strike is highly frowned upon. You’re essentially dubbed a snake who is taking the side of the corporations and saying fuck you to those that are trying to fight for decent pay.

It does make me wonder if they’re so quiet about filming potentially starting in May and maybe they won’t even officially announce it, because they don’t want to sour the reputation of the show by giving the impression they aren’t supporting the strike, but are instead directly going against it.

To be fair, there are certain individuals in the production that have literally no choice but to work bc of their contracts. Like I know Disney just announced that show runners and other people in that type of position are required to return to their productions for non-writing duties. And I know that applies to a lot of people in the production that aren’t writing. So to a lot of folks, even if you wanted to strike, you can’t bc it’s against your contract.

It’s just unfortunate that not only are they risking the quality of the show not being it’s best, they’re also risking the shows reputation. There are 100% going to be people boycotting the HOG and ST knowing that it had production going during the strike. And if it god forbid did end up not being very good at certain points, we’d never hear the end of it..

And the fact that it’s likely to be very byler heavy potentially…. That should be something people on here consider as opposed to just praying for filming to start bc we want bts asap.

Even if filming started tomorrow, there’s no guarantee we’re getting blurry bts anytime soon. Especially if they only have a few people on set not only bc of the strike and the fact that maybe a lot of people won’t be there out of solidarity, but also bc it’s probably going to be a skeleton crew working to avoid spoilers.

If we’re lucky, the strike would end sooner than later and we could see some bts floating around in the next 2-3 months, but I just don’t see that happening rn. A lot of experts are saying that Netflix in particular can afford to hold this out for months, bc they’ve got a full backlog for the next two years when it comes to releases on their platform.

How does ST fit into that, I’m not exactly sure. But if they’re not putting any pressure on Netflix, then we’ll know based on Netflix’s behavior about the situation. All it would take is the ST production to give them a lot of pressure to make an impact, and I agree that is the very reason that Netflix probably prepared for that scenario. It’s likely it’s written in the Duffer’s contracts that they have to continue in the scenario of a strike, so even if they wanted to support it, they’re stuck.

It sucks but yeah it’s very likely that whatever is filmed during the strike will put a bad taste in the critics and audiences mouths. Unfortunately it’s likely to be byler related soooo yeah that does suck for those of us that are already prepared for the homophobic backlash.

In a perfect world streamers would stop being greedy and just give the writers 3% like they’re asking. It’s literally nothing in the grand scheme of things. These corporations are making billions and they can’t give their writers 3%… like… no wonder they’re not dropping this until something changes bc it’s fucking pathetic.

A lot of these writers live in Los Angeles and are making like 70k a year, in a city where that is not at all a live-able wage bc of rent prices being crazy. Also they need representation which drops their salary to like 46k… These people are being paid nothing and then bc streamers don’t compensate for residuals like they used to when a tv episode re-aired on tv, all they get is the pay for making it and that’s it… that’s not sustainable and if they don’t stand up to this bs now, future generations of writers are going to be fucked. The prospects of AI coming in and taking all their jobs is also closing in. It’s a shitty situation.

I’m at a point now though where I’ve went from being excited about filming to start, to sort of dreading it, knowing that the writers are against it and that it’s going to make a lot of resentments for the production going forward. It’s not going to be pretty.

[warmtoastedbread]

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Solomon x Witch! Reader

•fluff, romantic, soft pining

•Gn reader They/Them pronouns

used.

•Reader practices Paganism

A/N: Solomon feels a little

ooc? Idk tell me what you think.

Requests are open rn.

• Link to my request board

• Master list

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Solomon knew you weren't normal. He found it odd that from the beginning you weren't at all weirded out at all by anything going on. Angels, demons? Meh.

Your presence wasn't normal either. It felt refined and familiar.

And one day he stumbled upon your lucky charms and protective talismans you put in your bag. 'Interesting.' They were hidden in a little black pouch you had sewn into the side of your bag. It was well hidden but still easily accessible. This is why no lower level demons got near you.

These charms where also good quality. It was made with the quality of an intermediate witch. He sniffed the bag and a pleasant smell of herbs and incense came from them. How did you get a hold of these items?

Most witches used sigils as a signature of sorts and the markings were definitely not ones he recognised. They certainly weren't gifted to you by any of the demon brothers either as the quality would be significantly higher.

Curiosity filled his brain as he thought about you. He never suspected you were a practicing witch, it was usually obvious.

Wanting to find out he approached the house of Lamentation with two bags of snacks in hand, one as a peace offering to Beelzebub. If he could see the space you lived in he could maybe get some answers without having to ask. Although curiosity would kill him sooner or later. As he was about to open the front door a certain avatar of gluttony towered over him.

"Hmm? Solomon?" Beel immediately noticed the convenience store bags, "Did Asmodeus not tell you he went to Mojolish for the day?"

Solomon smiled lightly at his assumption,"No actually, I'm here to see MC."

Eyes widening he let's out a little oh and steped out the way to let Solomon in. "Do you know where their room is?" Solomon nods, hands Beel a bag and then leaves as to not watch the carnage about to be brought down upon those innocent snacks.

Walking through the house he followed your light presence. To him it felt like a cool softly fragranced breeze. So it was easy to follow it since it starkly contrasts the presence of the brothers. Yours being like dye in water, tendrils of colour branching out to try reach as far as it can.

Finally reaching the end of the hall, he found a door labeled "☆ﾟ･:*MC*:･ﾟ★". He smiled as the smell of sandalwood reached his nose and the protectiveness of your wards loomed over him. 'How cute.' He quietly knocked on you door to try not startle you"Hey MC are you in there?"

He heard some soft curses and the sound of you tripping. "Solomon??" He heard your voice on the other end. You opened the door, a wave of your presence washing over Solomon like soft cold blankes."Hey, what are you doing here?"

He smiled sweetly,"I though I might surprise you with some snacks and company. Is this a bad time?"

You felt happy to spend time with him. "No not really. Lemme just finish what I'm doing and we can hang out." You stepped to the side and pointed to a shoe rack, "Just take your shoes off."

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Your room was incredibly welcoming. Not only you but your wards seemed happy for him to be here too. He felt slightly out of place if he was honest though.

The coolness of your room made him feel hot in comparison.

Your room being distinctly you, were decorated with posters and shelves with rocks and dried bouquets.

You had a designated area for everything. It was organised but still somewhat chaotic.

Infront of the door was your messy desk. Hanging plants, pots and little cuttings crowded your desk, along with a little pocket watch you had pulled apart. 'Oh my, that looks old.'

In the far corner was your messy bed, infront was your wardrobe and a folding screen with decorative patters. Then the middle of the room was a TV with a mini fridge stacked with clean dishes to use and a sitting table in the middle of the room. Finally behind the door was a little closed off area, Solomon could feel your soft energy concentrated in that area.

"You can put everything down on the table."

Setting the bag down he began pulling out the contents. "Is that watch not working?"

"Yeah. It's dirty right now so I'm just cleaning it out," you sat down at the chair "I was actually just about to finish putting it together."

You felt him lean over your shoulder, his warmth spreading through you back. Your heart pounded in your ear as you worked to slot the tiny gears into the correct place. Little did you know Solomon's heart was also beating a little faster.

Finally clipping the glass cover into place you wound it up and it started ticking.

You leaned up to look at him."Pretty cool huh?"

He let out a content hum looking down at you with a smile. You quickly felt embarrassed and suggested a movie to watch.

Spending time with Solomon was a ton of fun. You two watched several shows, cracking jokes at the most inappropriate times, and now you two were playing a Devildom version of 21 questions in the dark with some cold drinks in hand.

You giggled at Solomon's story about how managed to get a pact with Mammon.

"Okay my turn." He said sitting himself up. "You're a witch right?"

You looked at him sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" Solomon nodded. "It's more paganism than it is Devildom style witchcraft that we do in school. They're very similar though."

As you took a sip Solomon spoke up,"I didn't expect that from you to be honest but I guess I also did expect it?" He took a pause to get his thoughts in order. "The quality of your work is very good. Who taught you?"

You chuckled and talked about your grandma and how she taught you. Solomon patiently listened to each word and all the stories you told. Though, each time your eyes would soften at the memories and you would laugh in embarrassment, his heart would soften and he would laugh with you.

You carried on to talk about when she died you inherited her things but your very christian parents did not like that.

Solomons smile widened,"Well, they must not be too happy with you being in the Devildom seducing the seven deadly sins."

You started cackling. "My parents would have a heart attack! And my other grandmother who's Catholic??" You kept giggling.

Solomon's laughter picked up with you, "She'd probably drop dead right on the spot!"

"Speaking of," you interjected. "I'm curious to know about you too."

"Well what do you want to know?" He took a sip of his soda. "Do note I'd have to kill you with certain information so be careful." he added playfully.

You shrugged. "I don't know. Having lived as long as you have, you probably know more about this than I do."

"You mean about Paganism?" You nodded. "Of course I do. I'm older than most modern religions."

"Damn you're ancient." You started laughing.

Solomons smile widened, "Respect your elders child."

"Oh sorry did you need help crossing a road?"

Solomon gasped feigning shock,"You youngsters these days are so disrespectful!"

As your laughter died down your DDD began buzzing. You started searching through the blankets and Solomon had to get up to switch the lights on.

"Hey, Simeon sorry I didn't pick up I couldn't find my phone."

Luke answered on the other side,"It's actually Luke. I don't think Simeon knows how to make calls yet. Um- MC!" The last sentence was set in panic. "Have you seen Solomon? He's not at Purgatory hall and he's not answering his DDD."

You felt surprised. "Yeah he's right here. Do you wanna talk to him?"

You passed the phone to Solomon and for a little bit all you hear is Solomon softly apologizing to Luke. When they finally hung up, Solomon smiled apologetically,"I'm sorry MC. I should go. I don't want Luke to get even more panicked."

"Don't worry about it. This was a ton of fun." You picked up his DDD, it was in-between the couch cushions, and walked him to the door. "Thanks for visiting Solomon. Next time you come make sure Luke knows where your going."

"I'll make sure to do that." And with that Solomon left. His heart filled with happiness as he made his way back to Purgatory hall.

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[writertitan]

Nice! May I request romantic relationship headcanons for Levi, Pieck and Jean? And what do you think are their ideal s/o?Thank you very much!! ❤️

living for Pieck content rn so thank you

Levi

is adamant about saying “hello” and “goodbye”

will genuinely get especially upset if you don’t say goodbye back lmao

“Bye” ...... “Did you hear me, I said ‘bye’”

stems from the fact that he’s lost people and wasn’t able to say goodbye and doesn’t want either of you to go through that (just in case) 

does not beat around the bush, if he senses that you’re upset about something he will bring it up and encourage you to talk about it and will just listen if you don’t want any advice

will also just sit there with you literally as long as you need if you just need to decompress and want some company 

shows his affection by making fun of you lmfao 

but it’s like inside joke stuff a lot of the time, nothing that would actually upset you/embarrass you in front of other people 

like if you one time accidentally put salt instead of sugar in some tea, he will give you shit about it forever 

you’ll say you’re making tea and you’re sure to hear some stupid shit like, “Not poisoned, please” 

a guaranteed way to get a lil laugh out of him every time is by trying to wrestle him 

and he won’t let you win because he’s a little shit

he thinks it’s genuinely funny that you even try to wrestle him 

but he does always kiss your head afterward, v cute 

he actually brings out his crude humor more because of you, bc you like it, don’t lie 

not the jealous type but is protective and will kick ass if provoked

I see Levi’s type as being someone who is very resilient but also very emotionally intelligent, especially because he’s so hard to read. Body language is more his style rather than actually using his words. Actions do speak louder than words with Levi and I think his ideal S/O would likely have to have the same mindset. However, when verbal communication is important, I think Levi ideally fits best with someone direct and also doesn’t beat around the bush. I don’t think he’d be into fighting, more like discussing if one or both of you is upset. Also, I think Levi would just seek out someone who is warm, and can still see the brighter side to life. I think it would help him immensely to have his S/O be someone who is a genuinely happy person with a lot of love to give. God knows Levi deserves gdi!! 

Pieck

she would be THE most praise-filled partner lmao

like for literally anything, she would make sure you knew she was so proud of you/happy for you

will make anything something to celebrate

even just the littlest thing. did you have a really good day at work? yay! she’s buying you your fav treat 

of course, BIG accomplishments come with BIG celebrations

she’s the S/O who plans you a surprise party but you might get a little suspicious just bc you know she likes to do shit like this lmao 

she’s grateful that you act surprised anyway

won’t apologize for spooking you when she just decides to get on all fours and you walk in on her crawling around LMAO 

“you know I do this all the time, why do you still scream like that?” - she still says this like twice a week 

quality time quality time quality time, she loves quality time

you both have a couples’ hobby to bond over 

something like baking too where it serves a purpose and is fun with her 

not afraid to be affectionate and is always squeezing your arm, holding your hand, poking at you

PDA queen

might even (aka absolutely does) have a problem with remembering boundaries because she’s just so willing to touch and be touched lmaooo

your friends and your family all love the h*ck out of her 

Because it’s a head canon that Pieck just always looks as things as “glass half full”, I do think she’d benefit from having her S/O be a little more grounded and down to earth just to keep her out of trouble. But also, she would loooove someone who also chooses positivity. Life is short (especially for canonverse Pieck), so making memories would be really important to her and she of course prefers to make really happy ones. I think she’d prefer her S/O to be allll about physical affection because she’d prefer someone who was 110% okay with PDA. I also think ideally, she’d be great with someone who is a really good listener and also knows exactly what to say to her when she does happen to have a bad day and gets a little sad. Pieck is just queen shit for life!!! 

Jean

is the sass master lmfao

he thrives, simply thrives, on your attention

is always trying to get your attention 

“Babe, look at me, watch me do this new thing I just learned!!” 

you don’t understand, he will actually die if you don’t pay attention to him

always showing off to impress you

even if you’ve been dating a while, he needs to impress you and he needs to have your attention on him 

will act casual about doing romantic things like buying flowers, gifting you little trinkets, and will pretend to be embarrassed when you get excited, but he loves doing them and loves how excited you get 

and he thinks he’s being sly about being so casual and getting “embarrassed” but this boy is just an open book

you will never have to question his feelings for you because, again, he’s an open book whether he likes it or not 

even before dating when he was just crushing hard, everyone knew he liked you (including you), he literally just can’t hide his feelings for you

absolutely acts like hot shit in front of everyone but when it’s just you two, he’s such a baby

like tbh if you don’t baby him, jean will whine about it 

loves witty banter with you and you guys have so many inside jokes that it’s annoying to everyone else 

you two are THE couple in the corner judging everyone and snickering about it

he’s not obsessive about PDA but his favorite thing is when his arm is around your shoulders and you reach up to hold his hand that’s hanging off your shoulder idk i can’t explain why this is such a big jean hc for me 

I think Jean would actually do well with another hothead and it’s just such a head canon for me! Not like always fighting or anything, but it just seems like he’d love his S/O to be just as open about their emotions. And honestly, he needs to date someone who can take his sense of humor and can take his own ridic temper, and not only take it, but know how to steady him/cool him down. I think he would learn how to do this for his S/O as well, learning not only what buttons to push (because he would learn that just for shits and giggles), but know how to undo it and settle you down and make you happy. Jean would be that boyfriend who genuinely isn’t afraid to seek validation from you and I think his ideal S/O would be someone who puts him as a priority and is okay with constantly reassuring him that he’s a priority and showing him that he is. He’s a loyal boy and I think he would ideally prefer someone who goes all in just like him. Jean just needs a hug and he’s not afraid to ask his partner for one!!