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kortac-sweetheart · 7 days ago

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I, simp anon, return

I dunno who/what in particular to yap about so I'm gonna yap away

having Nikto devoted to you is like having a bull as a guard dog, just about a danger to anybody who isn't his llubov, brick shithouse of a man following you around

he can feel pain, yes, but after all he's been through? rain won't bother him, the cold is just a mild damper on his day, the pain of daily life both off and on duty will never again compare to what they had to endure, there are so few things that he'll need more than annoyance or some anger to deal with

he's wrapped around your soft, callouse-free finger, tighter than a stuck ring, no pliers could pry him off of you

imagine how absolutely stunned the other Kortac agents would be? they go between looking like he wants to murder his fellow operatives to looking like he's trying to give whoevers on the other side of his phone call his still-beating heart through the awful base wifi

the rest are slightly (barely) more tactful about it, but Krueger full on demands to meet whoever whipped their brash, violent, harshly blunt, at times downright scary teammate into being a softie (comparatively to what they usually see (they should see his ass at home following their llubov around to do everything for them))

I can see Nikto refusing outright, bc their little llubov doesn't need to be around any dangerous or crass people (other than him <3), and the others (Krueger and maybe Horangi? I'm still figuring ppl out) pestering him to no avail

until

you

sweet little llubov!

you bring your Nikto (and the frostbite-blue, pulsing burrow where their heart used to be just sings to be yours) lunch because you know they miss good food when he's off at work with nothing but icky rations and mess hall repeats

all of Kortac understands immediately (or as soon as you open your mouth and your soft voice greets Nikto ("Andre! ") ringing out like golden bells warmed by the summer sun

Krueger asks when he gets to come visit Nikto's home and see their (their??? nikto's nostrils flaring today) little love, when he gets to eat their cooking, and our dearest Andre is ready to jump to your defence immediately before you're just laughing and inviting him over (much to Nikto's increasing dismay)

the other Kortac members shuffling their feet waiting for their own invites like 👉👈👀🙈

omg simp anon, darling, hi!!!

yes, he covets you like his own treasure, a dragon guarding his horde. he absolutely does NOT want anyone else to see the little silver of heaven he has in his palms, lest someone covets to take you from him. he'll fight tooth and nail to keep you away from other kortac operators but at the end of the day he's still human and he's going to slip up eventually.

like you said with the phone call he simply can't use the same tone of voice to talk to you like he does (scarcely) with the other operators, it would be a disservice to you. it's like how people use baby talk with their pets except you're not his pet you're the light of his life and he speaks accordingly. all smooth talking and dulcet tones just for you (he knows how much you like it when he talks), and they've never heard him talk this much. like, ever. so they're definitely tipped off to someone special being on the other side of the line.

when you walk onto base to deliver lunch it's like the gates of heaven opened and you descended down upon them. you stand out compared to the muddy grey and dingy base, all clean and pure in your cute little outfit and your bright smile. no wonder nikto keeps you all to himself, they understand immediately. if they had a little darling like you then they wouldn't want anyone else to be granted the privilege to look upon you either.

nikto would be absolutely befuddled to see krueger on his best behavior, it's like he turns into an entirely different person around you when he's trying to visit your home. and even worse the next time he's off from deployment krueger is following him home to his little garden of eden, because how could he ever say no to your eager little smile when krueger asked so politely? (since when has that man ever been polite?)

when the both of them make it to your shared home, nikto is absolutely watching krueger like a hawk. he never leaves you alone with krueger no matter what, he will always be present in the room.

when you get up to go fetch some more tea (much to his dismay you told him to sit and relax when he wanted to do it with you) and krueger just looks at him.

"my, what a wonderful little home and schatzi you have, andre." reaching to pick up another tea biscuit you prepared.

and nikto is just so, so close to socking him in the face but he can't because he abhors violence in your little home, so he just simmers, teeth grinding against each other as he spits out a response.

"mhm, thank you, krueger." he can't say anything else because that's when you suddenly return, carrying in a fresh tray of tea and cookies and beaming at the both of them.

he can only sigh internally as krueger makes pleasant conversation with you, asking about your life and your relationship with nikto. and nikto takes a moment to observe krueger, he looks like he's truly interested in what you have to say. no deception in his gaze. at least he actually likes you, if he was trying to take advantage of you nikto would've used him as fertilizer in your garden yesterday.

when krueger finally, finally leaves it's with the thought of how to make himself your third in your relationship.

(nikto has to pray that krueger doesn't get drunk and spill all the little details about nikto's personal slice of heaven, lest other operators get any other ideas.. but.. it's a little too late for that.)

#leon's letters #simp anon #nikto x reader #sebastian krueger x reader #cod nikto #cod krueger #leon writes ˖◛⁺⑅♡

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andre-and-cal · 2 months ago

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hiiii it’s me again!!

could you do andre’s sociopathic traits or something of that nature like you did for cal? that would be super cool :D

also, would he keep a journal? like, would he have all of his thoughts and feelings in it?

thank youuuuu <3

OMG HIII:D!! And of course !! Hope you like! :]

Some sociopathic traits Andre Kriegman has,,

Like Cal, I don’t believe Andre was a sociopath either— but he does exhibit some of the behaviors similar to one as well.

Since Andre began attending school, he’s developed a vulnerability of succumbing to reactivity (like anger, frustration) when facing problems.

In addition, he can definitely be labeled as conniving given his “missions” with Cal and their plans of violence— Zero Day.

He really was an adorable kid; he had more of a round face, freckles, and a missing tooth. But even with his cuteness, his toddler tantrums never quite matched the half-assed smile etched on his face in childhood pictures and yearbook photos. Admittedly, he gained more control over his moods as he aged, and is now a rather composed teenage boy. But when something sets him off— which can definitely be quite easy— he’ll kind of fall back to grumpy, and then potentially swing forward toward explosive. Although he’s never truly flipped his lid in front of many people, he has outwardly punched and kicked objects in front of others if his emotions were boiling. Sometimes, he’s accidentally broken things as a result.

Receiving that sickly sweet note from the girl who liked him at the end of his 8th grade year made him feel real special, so he ended up saving it. Every time he read it that summer, when he was transitioning from 8th grade to 9th grade, it gave him a rush of immense superiority, like he was better than all the guys who picked on him. Ultimately, after some time, he forgot about the note until it resurfaced when him and Cal were burning their cherished goods before Zero Day.

In high school, his previously decent ability to make friends started to diminish. While the other side of Andre’s personality is more humorous, less serious, and even charming, he was regarded with hyper-criticality and scornfulness when attempting to get alone with his peers. So he started to shy away from his classmates, an unrequited resentment growing. He acquired a cynical first impression of himself, alongside his steadily-increasing lack of desire to connect with other people. Andre doesn’t mind this anymore though— he has Cal, that’s all that matters.

He mostly keeps his composure out in public when he’s with Calvin, but his short-tempered demeanor has impacted many of his past friendships. His peers at school see him as skeptical and standoffish, even though he feels that he can be sociable in general. Andre has always felt kind of alone, and he did generally keep to himself as a kid, experiencing less emotionality than others. The bullying from Brad and his friends further amplified his expanding feelings of frustration and simmering rage toward his school.

In some ways, Andre is slightly envious of Cal’s easy ability to fool other people with his “shy” approach and the “nice guy” mask he wears. As a result, other people, including Rachel, see Andre as the more negative one between them in the Army of Two. And the fact that nobody truly knows Cal somewhat eases Andre’s anxieties while also makes him feel victimized. Though, he’s never spoken about this, and he prefers subtly deceiving others for he and Cal’s sake.

Andre doesn’t like Rachel at all, though the feeling is mutual between the two. He doesn’t make the conscious effort to be nice to her because he simply doesn’t care about what she thinks about him. He doesn’t care that she thinks he’s a bad influence— because she clearly doesn’t fucking know Cal the way he does.

He doesn’t care as much about his peers as he should, generally exhibiting a sense of selfishness when conflicts arise— it was easy for him to feel satisfyingly tyrannical and predacious during Zero Day, instead of merciful like how a normal person would. But Andre isn’t normal at all, no; he doesn’t care about human life. In some aspects, he does, but he sees the majority of the human race as being disgusting motherfuckos. Humans are the natural enemy of other humans.

Andre also keeps a diary— well, he calls it a journal— that his parents bought him for his 15th birthday, a few years back. He never actually started using it until recently, with him now being 18. But it helps him vent his thoughts, hate, hurt… anything, really, that he’s in the mood for discussing privately in his journal. It also helps him somewhat calm down from shitty days at school, like if he’s had run-ins with Brad or if someone laughed at him during a presentation. His pages are unorganized, since he’s never journaled before and assumes that it’s an embarrassing hobby to have.

In his journal, he also writes about Cal. Though, he doesn’t want to seem like some grossly cheesy, sappy teenager from a stupid rom-com whenever he titles his page ‘Cal’ or ‘C.G.’, so he keeps the other teen’s name simple. But sometimes, he really can’t help himself and he draws a little heart or a smiley face next to his name.

Additionally, on random pages, he details Zero Day and its missions. He’s patient, and he’s content with using his free time to intricately prepare for he and Cal’s final mission to come in the near spring.

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mariamakeslemons · 5 months ago

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Spooktober 2024: Day 24 Spree Killer

Warning: Murder, Exotic animal as a "pet", willing accomplice and kidnapping

His hands are still shaking from the mission, and Nikto knows that he can’t return to you just yet. He’s too wound up, the voices too loud, everything is just too much. He needs a release. Unfortunately for the person walking past the alley he’s standing in, Nikto is not a good man.

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You hum a random song as the news talks about the most recent murder, warning people to be on high alert. The apple cake is pulled from the oven, allowing it to cool as you finish prepping the apartment for Andre’s return. Sputnik trails after you, cackling happily every time you pause to scratch behind her ear.

The apartment door opens and you turn with a smile as he enters.

“Welcome home, Andre,” you chirp, opening your arms. Andre sways a little before slumping into your arms with a sigh. You huff, scrunching your nose a little at the sharp iron smell clinging to him, but still hold him close.

“Let’s get you in the bath,” you tell him, pulling back enough to lead Andre to the bathroom. He allows this, trailing behind you eagerly, as Sputnik licks at Andre’s fingers.

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Krueger smokes his cigarette, blowing the smoke toward the street as Nikto slaughters the John they had caught hurting a prostitute.

“Surprised you didn’t go after th’ whore,” Krueger comments idly. The pause tells Krueger that he’s fucked up. Ducking out of the way of Nikto’s blade, he holds his hands up, “I meant in the sense that she’d be less likely to be missed. You just killed an “upstanding citizen” in an alley way.”

“No,” Nikto rasps, “No sweets.” Krueger doesn’t get what the other man means, but he’s not going to push. If Nikto needs to kill people after a mission for release, then he’s not saying shit.

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Andre comes in and wraps his arms around you as you type on your work computer. Eagerly, you lean back and kiss his masked cheek as Sputnik cackles at finally being allowed into your office.

“Welcome back, Lovely,” you coo, raising your hands from the keyboard to roll up the mask enough for a proper kiss. Andre hums, turning his scarred chin happily toward you for that kiss. You faintly taste rust and iron, but you ignore it. Andre’s home and dinner's just about ready if your clock isn’t wrong. It’s a lovely night.

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“Wh-Why are you doing this?!” the woman in the pantsuit pleads, staring at her dead companion instead of Nikto. He doesn’t respond, instead he walks closer to her, his knife drawn. She opens her mouth to scream, only to be cut off when Nikto stabs her in the throat. Pulling it out, he grins under the mask as the voices cheer and settle as she collapses. He cleans off the knife, stows it away and idly wonders if you would be excited should he stop by the bakery. With your sweet tooth, it’s likely enough that he starts the walk to the bakery, only pausing to take the camera that had gone off as he kills the companion and fishing out the recorder the woman had been fiddling with beforehand. König owes Nikto for several near misses in the past few missions, the Colonel can delete any images or recordings of Nikto should either item be discovered in the dump he’ll take them to.

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You fall back with a laugh when Sputnik releases the tug-of-war toy, giggling when she hurries to crowd you, licking you happily. The door opens and you tilt your head back.

“Welcome home, Andre,” you chirp, before gasping and scrambling up at the sight of the all too familiar bakery bag, “You didn’t have to!”

“Want to,” Andre declares, his ice blue eyes melting as you take the bag from him with a beaming smile. Peeking in, you grin even wider.

“Are you sure you didn’t read my mind?” you joke, “These will be perfect for dinner tonight. Thank you, Andre.” You press another kiss to his mask, ignoring the scent of blood.

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Nikto worries as he catches sight of you as he and the others enter the luggage claim. Sputnik is in a harness beside you, the vest you made to denote Sputnik as an ambassador animal on and she’s on her best behavior. Although, it almost changes when you say something to her and her head snaps to Nikto.

“Oh? Isn’t that the little hyena you saved?” Krueger asks, having caught sight of you and Sputnik as well, “I didn’t know you gave them up.”

“I didn’t,” Nikto answers, speeding past him and away from the others, wanting to keep you to himself for as long as possible.

“Hey there, handsome,” you chirp, smiling at him easily. Sputnik shuffles forward to whine, begging for scratches. He complies, leaning forward to also press his forehead to your own, the most PDA he’s willing to do. Especially as the voice go back and forth on what to do to you. They know you are his home, but bloodlust is still burning.

“I got a treat for you,” you whisper, causing him to look at you curiously. You smile again and take his hand, leading him to the car. Nikto is about to pull away to get his bag, only for Sputnik, who somehow got away from you, trotting up with his small personal bag held in her jaws.

“Lead the way,” he decides. You hum and do just that.

You rented a car, an SUV with the last row folded down for Sputnik to lay comfortably as you drive Nikto out of the city.

“So, there’s this old place out in the woods,” you idly ramble once you leave city limits, “And no one really owns it, so I may have done something for you.”

“Something?” Nikto intones curiously.

“A surprise,” you chirp, “A good one.” Nikto hums, pleased at the compromise you continue to give. He does not like surprises, but you love to give surprises of affection and treats. So, you have taken to telling him when you got him something, but you’d keep what it is a secret. He likes it.

Arriving at the building, Nikto takes note of some kind of noise coming from inside. You skip up to the door and unlock it, but wait for him to stand at your side before opening the door. Inside is a vaguely familiar face, a man who had insulted Nikto while you had been out with him on a date.

“You need to let out the last of your bloodlust,” you declare, walking around to stand behind the frantic man, “So, I found this fucker just for you. He had some… interesting words to share when I got him.” The voices in Nikto’s head sing your praise as his hand itches to rip the bastard apart. You walk back toward Nikto and press a kiss to his masked cheek, telling him, “I’m going to grab Sputnik so she can have a nice meal before we go home.”

“Acknowledged,” Nikto growls out, drawing out a knife, not even waiting for the door to close behind you as he prowls toward the man. It was nice to know you support his hobby.

#my work #spooktober 2024 #nikto x reader

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kamjkaze · 5 months ago

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Cal n Andre Halloween hcs to match the season 🎃🦇👻

Since Andre’s family is Jewish, growing up he was never allowed to celebrate Halloween. Any time that he would ask, his mother would lament about how they should have never moved to America where Halloween is so widely celebrated and so massively popular. Then, of course, she would scold him for wanting to do things that promote witchcraft, blah blah blah. Though, I imagine Andre’s father feeling a little bad and perhaps slipping the poor boy some (confirmed kosher) candy.

This idea, that Halloween was A. Not celebrated all over the planet and B. Was seen as “promoting witchcraft” by some was so outlandish to a young Cal.

I think one year, before the pair were old enough to nix the idea of trick or treating all together, probably the last year Cal himself would do it (in the desperate pursuit of cool), Andre would go with him. It was like his final gate into being completely American. Dressing up, probably as something edgy, grabbing a pillow case, and walking around neighborhoods begging for candy.

It’s ironic though, Andre didn’t really have any reason to go out and do it cause, at this age I think he lost his sweet tooth already. Though, it makes more for Cal, I think he has a shameful sweet tooth.

It’s a good memory for the both of them tho, Andre remembers coming back to the Gabriel family home and dumping out all his candy to sift through it. Cal’s siblings were in awe at the amount of candy they pulled in as a team. Their numbers in comparison were pathetic on account of Mrs. Gabriel demanding the kids come in earlier.

I think mrs Gabriel really enjoys helping her kids make costumes, whatever her kids demand she will supply. When cal was old enough to start asking for his own costume ideas, he always went as scary as he could. Blood drenched hair, big teeth, gashes, weapons. Whatever Cal’s mind could conjure as “the scariest costume ever” from the ages of 9 to 15.

Of course, that’s all as younger teens and children, as older boys, they do different things.

Call gets invited to the occasional party, usually on a good word by Rachel, and he attends for the most part. Always dipping out a little sooner than general populous but having a good time nonetheless. Usually he departs from these to go to Andres and comfort him about being the more socially ostracized out of the pair.

They’ll try to find some gorey ass snuff film to watch, get drunk, and steal some of the kids candy for Cal. I think they even get as “willing to have fun” as carving pumpkins, the results of those vary in level of skill and level of freakiness.

A cute idea is that one year, while they were too old to trick or treat but young enough to have some bones not made out of hate, they would bring Cal’s younger siblings into the basement for a little “haunted house” fun. Basically where Andre and Cal scared the shit out of them as much as possible. Be it, screaming in their face, grabbing them, whispering a spooookkkyyyy story before pouncing. If you go digging, there’s probably an old tape of it, Mrs. Gabriel will cherish that tape, that moment of innocence, of fun. I imagine there are many home videos like that, that she’ll watch on late nights after the tragedy.

#calvin gabriel #zero day #andre kriegman #zero day movie #zero day 2003 #rachel lurie #tccblr

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sweettoothvn · 16 days ago

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do you have proper refs for all the LIs? like full body and stuff

ignore the fact that the styles have kinda changed but these are all their refs + height comparisons

#sweet tooth vn #asks #sweet tooth noble #sweet tooth david #sweet tooth eddie #sweet tooth zach #sweet tooth kieran #sweet tooth casey #sweet tooth andre #sweet tooth chrys

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agere-puppyre · 2 months ago

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Agere Cat Valentine Headcanons

Regresses anywhere from 1-5. Jade, Beck, Andre, and Tori are her Caretakers. (Or mama, dada, da, and mommy in the same order).

Cat is well aware of how to exploit this, if mama says no to something, go to da, and if he says no go to mommy, and if she says no-

Has a sweet tooth the size of texas.

Hates naptime with a seething passion and will do anything to be allowed to stay up.

Loves to sing with her Caretakers, especially when da plays the piano too.

Has teaparties with her stuffed animals and on ocasion her Caretakers.

If she isn't given a toy by one of them, she will purposefully invite the other three to a tea party to make them jealous, but she's so cute when she's angry that it does essentially nothing.

There are not enough stuffies in the world for her. She tries to sleep with all of them at once and ends up buried under a pile of stuffies.

Has had to go to the hospital a few times for eating things she's not supposed to (IE: Jade's house key)

Does not like the doctors because they're scary.

Thinks that a drawing isn't done until you use every crayon in the box.

Cries over every booboo she gets, even if they aren't really that bad.

Is a leash kid, 100%. She has four people watching her and still almost runs right into traffic.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #sfw agere

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sweettoothvn · 2 years ago

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GO VOTE FOR ANDRE GUYS ! !

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 6

Caleb Hollyhock (@lotshusband) vs. Andre Lopez (@sweettoothvn)

459. Caleb Hollyhock (@lotshusband)

he/him

Caleb is the paladin that inspired the popular paladin post I made earlier this year. His childhood best friend Astera ascended to minor godhood, and Caleb swears devotion to them in order to stay connected; he lives out the rest of his days in the service of Astera, becoming the firstborn devotee of a brand new fledgling god that he grew up horsing around with.

He’s a brunette with a twice-broken nose and a mild, warm face. He’s quite plain but nice enough to look at.

460. Andre Lopez (@sweettoothvn)

He/him

He's a very wholesome guy. A little dense but he works as hard as he can. He loves his family a lot and has a pitbull named Pepper. He will fight for Pepper. Pepper is his world. He builds robots or repairs them because he thinks its fun. He's just a goofy lil guy.

He has blonde hair, brown skin, a scar across his face, closed eyes, a stubble, sharp teeth, purple shirt, gold chain

#sweet tooth andre

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benschwartzcinematicuniverse · 1 year ago

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Oh that was a close one, Hoyt 🫡

Let’s be nice to this one. The options should be:

*give hug

*make tea

*tuck in

^Feel free to reblog with your choice^

Die Hart is free on Roku! Ben is only in season two (Die Harter), but the entire two seasons are relatively short and easy to binge. Warning: Andre is tooth rottingly sweet. It’s painful and beautiful

#ben schwartz #andre #die hart #fmk #fmk poll #if I die I’ll love you in heaven

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generalluxun · 6 months ago

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Yeah, Sweet Tooth from twisted metal. Andre pushes an ice cream cart, Sweet Tooth drives an ice cream truck. Its the ultimate grudge match.

Sweet tooth wins. Glaciator only turns ppl to ice cream, not cars.

#ask

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hydrochloric-hugs · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2

They meet muahahaha *cringes* I'm gonna cry

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: food mention, general fear times, g/t. Additionally, while not shown in this chapter, this story will probably have non-sexual vore down the line.

Devon snorted. He was trying to sleep, he just was, but there was this annoying blaring sound… wait-

He jumped up in his bed, instinctively reaching for his phone and swiping his finger across it until blessed silence. Christ, he should really get a more pleasant alarm. He took his phone and stretched before bringing it to his face. 7:30 am.

He groaned but stood, tossing the covers and not even pretending to make his bed. His morning dragged until finally he had his coffee and sat down at his kitchen table, biology textbook open to a section on fish eyes. Thrilling.

But no more procrastination, Devon had to have this book half memorized by the end of the week, and it was better than his last semester's coverage of genetics. He shuddered at the memory. He was seeing punnett squares everywhere for three days.

No, Devon mused, this is much better to read for hours.

Beck pumped his fist in the air. “Just when I lost hope!” He said to himself. Most had cleared the vent, a couple just finishing negotiations. Beck paid them no mind, for his prize sat in front of him. He had been eyeing a new tool Mabel had designed, a variation on an archaic instrument of foraging, the hook and string. It could dig into most any slight crack or imperfection on a surface, especially when properly sharpened. Very useful in Tallulah's time and in his, but Mabel had something incredible.

He picked up his shiny new toy with reverence. He'd say it looked like a crossbow if he'd ever seen one, an elastic band stretched by a bowed toothpick with a sort of cardboard barrel giving way to a molded handle. The idea was to load the hook pulling the string back until it was caught on a small indent that could be pushed up by a mechanism attached to the handle. The string would unravel from a spoke just beneath the barrel.

Beck ran his finger carefully along the metal of the four-pronged hook, safely secured in place by a second mechanism with a small crank at the top back of the device. Mabel had originally made it to help her partner on foraging trips since their arms weren't as strong as they used to be, and they had no one younger in the colony. Once everyone got one who needed one, however, the device proved useful to anyone foraging, arthritic or not.

Beck had never asked, not for lack of desire, but because he wanted to give something in return, even if Mabel asked for nothing. So, he went on a daring journey into the nearest apartment to his home and bagged precious materials: extra soft cloth and sweet treats. Things humans usually notice missing, things they're most likely to punish him for messing with. It wasn't the most important or dangerous act, but one he at least felt equated the grappling hook in utility for her. Technically the paper clips he also picked up the day before were most useful, but they were easy pickings from humans. Mabel had an insatiable sweet tooth.

As the thrill of the exchange waned, however, he felt a certain emptiness coming on. Andre had gotten cat whiskers for their partner, Mabel and told him. Cat whiskers. Beck had never even seen a cat in real life, let alone steal something off of one. He only ever snuck around at the dead of night, scrambling for whatever scraps he felt like he could use.

He looked down at his grappling hook, tightened his hand around the trigger. Tonight would be different. No, today would be different. He'd even go alone.

He packed his things, not even saying goodbye to the final barterers as he exited.

Once he brought something incredible, something they'd never seen, he will have earned his place, and everyone would think highly of him. He'd give them something to be talking about for years to come. He adjusted his pack strap, feeling the weight of the hook. He had never felt so sure.

Classical music twinkled across the kitchen to where the forager stood on two shaky legs, peering over a cabinet ledge. Tallulah is going to kill me.

The human was slumped over a book, head down, torso slowly shrinking and expanding. Of course Beck would choose to do this while the occupant was home, and in the kitchen no less. But Beck had to do something. He'd been stuck the amateur that the community took care of for two years, he couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't take it any longer.

Squeezing his eyes shut and imagining his prize, he took deep breaths. I can do this. Beck knew his goal the second he saw it: the book. Taking a textbook scrap from right under a human's nose, literally? They'd be talking about him for years.

The human snorted, started to snore. Beck held his breath. If I live to tell the tale, that is.

The breathing steadied, and Beck checked his route. I'll stab my old hook into that crack, rappel down onto the counter, get my hook back, and hide behind the coffee maker. Then I'll use my grappling hook to make a line from there to the table. I can hide under the table with my hook if he wakes up then. I can climb back with the paper I my mouth, climb back up, and start drafting my memoir!

The plan was foolproof, or as Tallulah would say, Beckproof. He imagined her face (a while) after he got back, bursting with pride, never worrying about him again, and dug his hook in.

Devon bolted awake at the sound of ripping. Had he slid and torn a page? He was just resting his eyes while waiting for the coffee to kick in. He rubbed his eyes and looked down. He couldn’t get his deposit back if-

He froze.

A tiny man no bigger than the width of his palm was holding a corner of his text book off to the side, its hypotenuse shredded off. It was staring back up at him, mouth agape. His eyes were wide, and they darted to the side. Suddenly, he was running for the edge of the table, page abandoned.

“Woah!” Devon instinctively threw his hands around the figure. The little guy’s inertia carried him, making him run into Devon’s hands and fall back. The human closed his hands gently when he saw the creature jump up and try to climb his palm. It was a strange sensation, moreso when the visitor started thrashing around in apparent distress.

That made Devon pause. Was he hurt? He parted his wrists, lowering his head for a better view.

“I-I’m sorry!” It can talk?! Devon gasped. The tiny being was cowering in his fingers, covering his head with trembling hands. He looked just like a human, seemed to have the intelligence of one, but was only a few inches tall! This was paradoxical!

“...What the hell was in my coffee?” Devon mused, looking away for a moment.

“Ple-ease,” Devon’s attention snapped to the humanoid. He squeaked, flinching. “I’ll do a-anything, just don’t hurt me!”

“What?” Devon furrowed his brow. “No, no, I don’t want to harm you, did I a second ago?” He tried to scan the man for injuries, but the way he was folded in on himself made it impossible. Unsure of what else to do, he slowly pulled one of his hands back to his chest, slouching down further. Hesitantly, he moved his remaining hand to be in front of the man and held out his index finger. “I’m sorry if I did.”

It took a bit of them sitting there awkwardly before the man looked up from his arms. He was still shaking, and Devon frowned at the tears falling from his cheeks. “Are you okay, little guy?”

He startled at the voice, but didn’t run. Finally, “I-I’m okay…”

Devon sighed. “I’m glad.” He remembered his finger was weakly pointed at the being and lightly coughed, folding it into his chest again. “Sorry for scaring you, uh…” He glanced back at his damaged book. “I don’t suppose you’re magic and can put the page back like it was?”

The being followed his eyes and tensed again, started to pant. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t fix it, I’m really sorry!”

“It’s okay!” Devon smiled calmingly, “did you, uh, fall… on it?”

His breath picked up and tears gathered in his eyes again.

“Nevermind, it’s okay!” He held his hands up in hopes to placate the poor thing but the man collapsed back into a ball with a yelp. Devon tried to move in to comfort him, but his effort was only met with apologetic whimpers he couldn’t even really make out.

“Okay, uhhh…” He bit his lip. “Maybe we can start over.” He straightened up only a little, nervously smiling. “My name is Devon, what is your name?” The miniature man continued to shiver. “If you…want. You don’t have to, uh, give your name. I guess.”

A beat.

“Well, uh, I was just listening to Mozart!” He nodded his head at his phone. “Do you like…Mozart?” Do you even know who that is? He kicked himself. One semester without roommates and all his social skills just–boom–out the window! “Maybe you’d like some food?”

He saw the man perk up a little, just a flash of eye contact.

“I can get some food for you! I, uh, don’t have much, but maybe you’d like some ramen? Noodles? Do you… know what that is?”

Despite Devon’s sputtering, he answered. “Are you sure?”

Devon grinned. “Yeah, uh, it’ll take a second, though, and I’ll have to move around a bit to get it. I don’t want to scare you, buddy.”

That got him to uncurl himself just slightly. “Y-You don’t?”

“No, of course not. I promise.” He shuffled his feet under him. “Can I, uh, stand up and make the ramen?”

His breathing picked up and Devon froze. “Wh-What if I w-wanna leave? Would you le-let me go?”

Devon’s expression turned quizzical. “Absolutely. Do you have some way down? I could carry you if you want, but I have a feeling you’d rather go on your own.”

The man looked as if Devon had sprouted another head.

“Was was that the, uh, wrong answer?”

Without answering, he sat up, hugging his arms around himself. His eyes bounced around the table top, and he seemed to be chewing his lip. He said a word, but it was too small.

“I’m super sorry, but I didn’t catch that.” Devon resigned himself to sit there for eternity until the person spoke up again.

“Beck,” he said, meeting his eyes with only a little terror, “my name is Beck.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #vore mention #hugging writing

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pain-suffering-even · 2 years ago

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Hello!

I have a request.

Can you please do headcannons about Liu Zhigang from solo leveling? Just like Thomas Andre and Lennart Nierman.

Thank you

Have a good day

worked on it just for you anon! sorry, i meant to get it done by sunday like the usual headcanons, but i didn't have a lot for zhigang so i needed some extra time to fill it in. hope you and everyone else likes it <3

headcanons: Liu Zhigang

Quick headcanons -

Name: Liu Zhigang

Age: 31

Gender: Genderfluid

DOB/Place: September 8th, 2029 in Nanjing, China

Rank/Type: S Rank Fighter

Guild/Occupation: Twin Blades Guild Leader

Past Occupation(s): Baker/waitress

Skills:

Weapons: Sword

Family: Ruan Xiang (mom) (alive)

Liu Huang (dad) (alive)

Liu Chun (younger brother) (alive)

Core headcanons -

Hidden talent: Baking

Favorite food: Veggie bao

What motivates them: Their pride and ambition to be the best in the world and uphold the title of 7 star Liu

Treasured possession: A mason jar terrarium they made with her best friend

Deepest secret: They had to cut ties with their family to preserve their image of being perfect

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: Befriending Thomas Andre/Renouncing her family and friends to become a hunter

Random memories: Opening for work for the first time and getting up early and watching the sunset from inside the bakery as they prepare for the day; wrestling with her younger brother after he gets a little too smart-mouthed and almost breaking his wrist; Laura and Christoper doing his makeup for the international hunters conference and ending up on the front page of every magazine in the world that day,

Best friend/Worst enemy: Shen Bai/The Chinese Hunter’s Association

Good/Bad traits: Friendly, practical, respectful, observant, /Violent, impatient, spiteful, impulsive,

Things they’ve done/like to do: She makes dumplings for her guild members birthdays, always orders takeout from the bakery she used to work at, collects wildflowers

Personality type: “Entrepreneur” ESTP-A ( 78% extraverted, 22% introverted; 30% intuitive, 70% observant; 69% thinking, 31% feeling; 28% judging, 72% prospecting; 79% assertive, 21% turbulent)

Nervous habit: Drumming fingers, pursing her lips,

Things they’re afraid of: Fire, family and friends trying to contact her,

Things they want to accomplish: Perfecting the secret custard recipe from her old bakery workplace, visiting some genuine street bakeries in the rest of Malaysia when they go on international trips,

Additional headcanons -

Goes to bed with her hair braided all the time or else it looks like a mess in the morning

Has a huge sweet tooth

Unfortunately has a resting bitch face that contradicts their tone and actions 24/7

Thomas isn’t allowed back in China after he and Zhigang get drunk and ruin an entire city due to their fighting. Christopher, however, is more than welcome, and has yet to cause an international incident on their soil

No matter how many clips or barrettes she uses her bangs still go all over the place. At this point they've given up

Due to practicing baseball a lot, he has really good aim. Sometimes he instinctively swings their sword like a bat whenever anything is in his peripheral and it's pretty funny to see

Thomas has nicknamed him Fruit Ninja after tossing an orange at him and Zhigang cut it perfectly in half in midair

Their Timeline -

Age 17: kicked out of his home after a particularly bad argument

Age 18: gets a job at a bakery + waitress

Age 19: gets into an extremely good college on scholarship for baseball

1 year passes

Age 21: awakens + given the opportunity to start a guild but has to disown their family

Age 22: accepts offer + starts the Twin Blades Guild

Age 23: childhood friend Bai reaches out

2 years pass

Age 25: Kamish + befriends Thomas and Christopher

Age 26: Christopher and Thomas get in a fight + Christopher leaving the Scavenger Guild

5 years pass

Age 31: now

#liu zhigang #solo leveling #only i level up #head canons #long post #mentions of other characters #thomas andre #christopher reed solo leveling #laura solo leveling #original characters #start rambling/#... if you read this far #i wanted to make zhigang a trans girl #but chickened out because i know she's a big favorite in the solo leveling community #that's why i slapped on “genderfluid” last minute #the pronoun usage is a little all over the place...#i also edited her timeline to leave out the part where she takes estrogen but that headcanon will always be in my heart #anyway to anon if youre reading this. genuinely hope you enjoyed it and sorry for answering your ask almost a whole week later #/end rambling

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cocomanga · 28 days ago

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*Spoiler Alert* Solo Leveling Ep. 21 Review

I can hardly contain myself! This episode was soooo compelling! Jin-woo closed one chapter of his journey, and began another one, as so many fun and exciting little tidbits they teased us with gave us everything to look forward to!

First... he finally reached his primary goal, the pinnacle of all of his hard work, the thing he'd been searching for all this time after realizing it was the one element that could save his mother.

Not only that, he got SIX of them! We'll see what advantages that will afford him later...😁🥰

The amount he received was based on his intelligence level, so I'm curious to know how high that number could've gone since Jin-woo, as we know, is HIGHLY intelligent!

He was before the re-awakening, but he is even moreso now with the levels he's been rising to,

though he was concerned about it. And the reward he chose:

... Shadow Exchange ...

That had me geeking out so hard. Its such a BADASS power that will just add so much more DRIP to his WOO. 🖤

I'm so very proud and happy for him that he received his rewards for all of his hard work. This alone was enough to make me wanna shed tears.

Then, we got KAISEL!!

He headed straight to the person he should have:

Mom.

And … goodness... this scene:

Its one of the most beautiful in this story imo, seeing Jin-woo, the phenomenal power that he has become, so vulnerable and so perfect.

Ah... what a tremendous character he is.

The way he flashed back to his childhood, remembering a mistake he made so very long ago, one that he obviously still feels regret and remorse for, then recalling his struggles through his fights that he overcame to get to this moment. It was so very touching.

He showed up at the hospital the second he received the Elixir, his clothes ripped and torn, his body battered, his nails chipped... he looked down at his hands, his shaky, trembling hands, as they held his mother in one and the bottle in the other.

And then he did it. He healed her.

My baby, my baby, my sweet, strong, loving, scary, powerful, compassionate, baby... I was so worried they'd cut this, or even just cut it short, but they gave us all the feels and I'm SO GLAD!! OMG. I melted. Just as I did when I read it.

Talk about a great man. A character that will fight tooth and nail, LITERALLY, for the safety and well-being of his family, he's perfection. And as hopeless of a romantic as I am, these stories are just the best for me.

So... MOST of his family is back together, and now that we've overcome an enormous obstacle, we get down to the next order of serious business, right? Heeheehee!!!

Seeing these guys together was just so thrilling! I did my happy little girl dance in my seat as I watched.

S-Ranks from Japan are getting involved with Korea, joining forces against the threat of ants growing in strength.

And the way our starboy Jin-woo made a huge impression on everyone, even before he got the chance to introduce himself, was just crazy. Just look at hiiiimmmm! 💜😍💜

As I mentioned in my previous review, the issue with the ants is finally being addressed seriously, building up to the highly anticipated Jeju arc that so many of us are just freaking out about!

Among the characters that make me smile almost every time I see them, Baek, Choi, Woo, and Chairman Go...

… going forward, we'll be introduced to some DOPE new characters (including Baek's bestie, Min Byung-Gu) that I just cant WAIT to see in action, especially this guy, our all American buddy...

Thomas Andre. Heh heh... 🤭

They really gave us another phenomenal episode today, leaving us on the cliffy-est of hangers, waiting for an opportunity to see this mini-Epic battle between the S-Ranks of Korea and Japan ...

Gaaaaah!! So EXCITING!

I wonder if you can guess how this is gonna go down?

Hahahaha!

I have a strong feeling that the final episode of this fantastic season is gonna be the arrival of one of our favorite soldiers...🐜💜

OH ... MY ... GOD!!! Y'all it's finna be LIT🔥🔥!!!

I. Cannot. Wait!😁

#Solo Leveling #Solo Leveling Season 2 #Solo Leveling Episode 21 #Sung Jin-woo #Sung Jinwoo #Jinwoo #CocoManga #CocoManga Reviews #Jin-woo #나 혼자만 레벨업 #Only I Level Up

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