#tbh I prefered a hc one I had rolling around in my head but in large part cuz y'know it was in my head

[plea-from-a-cat-named-sissel]

Thoughts:

These two are the only gingers in Ghost Trick

They are also close to the same age as Lynne is a young adult, Guardian of the Park/Dabira talks about himself being youthful & was old enough to remember witnessing The Incident at Temsik Park

They were at the park on at the same time & in the same general area

Could they be related? Like cousins or something? It'd be funny to picture Dabira as like the most unlucky baby-sitter relative since during the time he won't be on camera Lynne got taken as a hostage & could have died.

Though uh not to brust my own bubble but Dabira clearly only knows & recognizes Lynne as the girl from the park incident & Lynne doesn't seem to know him at all, so it is very unlikely they're related in canon.

But it is definitely a fun au for me to think about! I quite liked the chapter Dabira showed up in most.

[buckleyx]

AHHH HI LOVE.

can i pls request a blurb or hc (whatever you prefer) for a jealous eddie diaz ?

JEALOUSY E.D

The GIF I used is not mine! All credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: Hello! Hello! Beautiful stranger. Thank you so much for requesting. This was such a fun idea! I am a sucker for jealous Eddie tbh and we need more of him.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. And a tiny bit of bratty reader but no actual smut.

EDDIE DIAZ X GENDER!NEUTRAL READER

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"You're staring again." Hen whispered. Eddie's head turned to his college, noticing her amused smile after getting him all flustered. "I'm not." He denied, looking back over to you. He slowly sipped his beer as he quietly observed you from the other side of the bar.

You came here together with the team after another eventful shift. Just a few drinks, promised Buck. But now it's past midnight and you're a flirting hot mess with the new waiter.

"You're jealous, Eddie." Buck smirked, finding the situation rather amusing.

"I'm not." He snapped.

The buckley rolled his eyes, giving Hen a sign to let him be. "Definitely not jealous."

Eddie scoffed at Buck's remark but his attention was immediately back to you when he noticed you making your way over to him.

"Hiya Eddie." You smiled, a playful drunken tone dancing in your voice. "I'm gonna get going."

"Already?"

Your swollen lips and big eyes made it hard for Eddie to focus on anything else then his desire to kiss you.

"Yeah." You played stupid but you knew exactly what you were doing, especially to him. "We're going back to my place."

"Oh." Eddie's jaw tightened, eyes darkening at the mention of we. "Why him?"

"Hes cute and it's not like anyone else asked me." You smiled, the fact he hadn't asked you out yet and could possibly be too late, really started to mess with his mind.

The firefighter in front of you could almost combust from the amount of jealousy he was feeling. Sure, he may haven't asked you out first but in his defence he wasn't talking about a chrush anymore. No. This man was head over heels for you. He had fallen in love. And how do you bring someone the news that you are in love with them?

Buck teased Eddie endlessly about it. He even set you up on a blind date with each other. The date was nice but you were both too stupid and scared to even realise it was a date until it was too late.

"What if I ask you right now?" The alcohol in his body took over as deep jealousy formed in his tone.

"You know Diaz, I think you're too scared to ask me." You whispered as you leaned closer. Your bratty attitude made him physically gulp as your hot breath hit his cheek. "Now if you excuse me. Somebody's waiting for me." Your eyes twinkled of mischief as your tone snapped back from it's bratty form to a sweet and innocent one.

You turned around ready to grab your stuff when a hand pulled you back to him. His face dangerously close to yours. "You think I'm gonna let you walk out of here with that idiot?" His voice turned into a low whisper, licking his lips as he gazed at yours.

You grabbed his shirt as you both pulled in for a kiss. His right hand rested on your waist as the other one carefully cupped your cheek. His lips were soft and gentle but yet you could feel his hunger for you. You broke the kiss to cath your breath. His eyes scanned yours as you both let out a content smile.

"You're mine now, Y/n."

My requests are open! :)

[tangerinemoon]

Natsu SFW & NSFW HCs

Anon: Heyyy, can I request sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons about natsu with a fem s/o pls? Thank you!

warnings: f!reader, smut (18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18), oral (f & m receiving), overstimulation, cursing, uhhh mentioned violence?

Ooooof thank you nonnie for requesting my husband

SFW

First and foremost: natsu is a hothead (literally) so be prepared to pull him out of a lot of fights

You guys will probably be in the middle of a nice lunch or rare relaxing moment in the guild hall and the next thing you know he’s gonna be challenging Gray to a fight.

“Natsu!”

“Gimme a sec! I’m gonna beat Gray and then we can go back to eating!”

Y’all are probably not gonna get back to eating

You��re either his moral compass or his biggest cheerleader there’s no in between

Help Happy run betting pools it’ll be fun

Speaking of Happy

That little exceed loves you

So much that Natsu gets jealous

“Y/N! Stop stealing Happy from me!” 

“Not my fault you don’t cuddle him enough!” “Aye!”

“Happy stop stealing my girlfriend”

PDA

Natsu probably didn’t understand it at first

Sometimes he wouldn’t touch you at all in public, like hold your hand or put an arm around you.

When you told him you wanted him to touch you more he probably didn’t really get it and would just like? Grab your ass IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

You’re gonna have to sit him down and explain what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not because let’s be real the boy is oblivious 

Cuddles

Behind closed doors Natsu is a monster

Needs to be curled up with you on the couch/in bed at all times

Expect a lot of Natsu/Happy cuddles 

Expect to get really hot too the boy is a living furnace 

Loves sleeping on your chest. Boobs make the best pillows 

“Natsu stop” you’ll whine and try to push him off but he’ll just grin and bury his face  deeper into your chest

“No, they’re comfy!” 

Doesn’t really matter the size. Boobs = Pillows

Ok back to the family friendly broadcasting

forehead/head kisses

Natsu’s favorite place to kiss you is either your forehead or the top of your head 

You could be a foot taller than him or shorter than him, it doesn’t matter, that’s where he’s gonna kiss you

Especially after an intense battle or if you got badly hurt. He’s going to pull you in his arms and kiss the top of your head. 

It’s his way of letting you know that he’s always here. 

NSFW

tbh natsu was probably a virgin when you met

That boy had a one track mind until he met you

You’re going to have to show him the ropes but he’s an eager student

If you’re also a virgin then he’s going to be extra sure your ready before taking that step

Biting/Marking and lots of it. His favorite place to mark you is the inside of your thighs. 

He’ll pin you to the bed and lay between your legs forever, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin of your thighs until finally moving to your center. 

Natsu loves going down on you. He will grip your thighs until he leaves bruises and lick at your core until you’re sobbing mess

Overstimulation 

Sex with Natsu is a lot, quickies aren’t really an option. He has too much stamina and wants to take as much time as possible with you. The more he can make you cum the better. 

“Natsu! It’s too much” he’ll look up from in between your legs, licking his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your thigh “C’mon baby, you can give me one more. Just one more before I fuck you ok?”

As much as he loves giving, the boy loves receiving too

If you truly want natsu to shut up: suck his dick

You can literally see his brain short circuit and his cheeks blush and adorable shade of pink whenever you take him into your mouth.

Yes the carpet matches the drapes 

He’ll grip the back of your head and thrust into your mouth all while letting out the most sinful moans you’ve ever heard. Until he can’t take it anymore and a)  spill down the back of your throat or b) pull you off and throw you down onto the bed 

Natsu prefers missionary most just because he feels like he’s closest with you there, but also really likes taking you from behind while you both lay down on your sides

From this position he can hold you against his chest and whisper in your ear about how good you feel clenched around his cock.

Likes cumming inside you the most,but will cum anywhere else if you ask him to

Cockwarming

Like i said the boy has stamina, he can go for hours and by the time you’re done, the two of you are so spent and satisfied he’s just going to stay inside for a while. 

“You feel so good, i don’t wanna pull out yet”

He will fall asleep there though, so be sure to shake him off eventually (please remember to pee after sex)

In addition to his never ending stamina, Natsu loves morning sex.

If he had it his way the first thing and last thing he’d do everyday is you

its one of the few times you guys fuck nice and slow. Both of you still a little groggy, he’ll just bury his face is your neck and roll his hips softly against yours until you both find your release, murmuring about how much he loves you

It was probably the first time he said it too. 

In conclusion: Natsu Dragneel is husband

[glowingbadger]

Now, I’m not saying that you do or do not have to do this but: may I ask about that Sylvain x reader x Felix x Dima HCs? SFW and nsfw? I feel like you’d get it. 😉

Man the toughest part about these poly and poly-adjacent asks is figuring out how this would even shake down without someone dying lol this is probably gonna have to be a tiny bit OOC by my standards. Anyway, let's chat~

[spicy hcs will be below the cut and tbh it's a lot lol]

Sylvain x Felix x Dimitri x AFAB Reader HCs

- As I'd said last time this came up, Sylvain is definitely the first person to catch on to what's going on here. Over a late night of talking through war relief and diplomatic policy, a quiet finally falls among the three of them. Clearly, a change of topic would be appreciated, but Sylvain chooses to go about this by saying, "Soo... Y/N, huh?" Which leads to the first time all three men manage to grasp and discuss the situation. They all care for you. They all want you. But how could they force you to make that choice?

- Frankly, you're shocked that this is the solution they've come to when they approach you about it. Surely it must only be the lifelong familiarity and friendship between them that would cause them to even consider "sharing" you. But of course, they're each gorgeous, each charming and sweet in their own idiosyncratic ways. Perhaps this could work...

- The best part of being (more or less amicably) pursued by all three gentlemen is how wildly different they are in personality and temperment. Sylvain is an expert of fun, lighthearted romance- surprising you with a kiss to the side of your neck and whispered words and a single plucked flower tucked behind your ear. Dimitri's approach is gentlemanly and traditional- kisses atop your hand, lingering stares over private tea dates, book recommendations and so on. And of course, Felix is as coarse and fiery as ever. He'll never say it outright, but his feelings for you are paradoxically the most evident. He's even a bit of a mother hen with you, scolding you when you don't take care of yourself, and initiating quite a bit of physical affection in private.

NSFW 18+

- For some time, all bedroom activities with the three stay fairly separate- and as different as their relationship styles are, their love-making styles are just as varied. Felix is passionate, intense, and if you can take it, quite rough. Dimitri does his best to be gentle with you, but it's clear that there's a fire in him that he keeps strictly in check. Sylvain's expertise is truly impressive, his smooth and effortless eroticism never failing to leave you trembling.

- It's his idea for the three to try pleasuring you together one night. He says with a smirk you "deserved a treat for putting up with us all the time." Dimitri is clearly interested, but reluctant due to his sense of propriety. Felix is the hardest to convince though- he already has to deal with Sylvain and the Boar more than he's like to for your sake, why should he have to share you in bed as well? But, the idea of trying it just once, just to see you absolutely shaken to your core with overwhelming pleasure, turns out to be motivation enough for all three in the end.

- They start by preparing you, Dimitri and Felix lying on either side of you and greedily caressing every inch of you they can reach. Dimitri eventually settles at your chest, gently kissing and nipping at your nipples and the surrounding flesh with an arm around your waist. Felix, meanwhile, is nestled against your neck, visibly marking you with his teeth as if in direct defiance of this whole arrangement. Then, Sylvain lowers his head between your thighs and puts that expert tongue to work. In no time, you're trembling and gasping between the three men, absolutely overstimulated but giddy beyond belief. It's almost too much to bear, but Felix's free arm wraps around your leg closer to him and lifts it, keeping you nice and spread open for Sylvain to work his magic until you're soaking wet and ready for all of them.

- Felix is the first to take you for real. He grumbles something about everyone wasting time and climbs atop you. The leg he'd been keeping in place for Sylvain now rests up against his shoulder, and he bucks into you with harsh, deep movements of his hips. He fucks into you as you lay on your side, and as he does, Dimitri kisses you sweetly and asks if you wouldn't terribly mind using your mouth for him, and even asks Sylvain if he doesn't mind having to wait a bit. The redhead is actually more than happy to kneel at the foot of the bed and enjoy the view, lazily stroking his own twitching cock as he watches you being ravaged by the other two men.

- You spend a good while getting steadily pounded by Felix's veined cock while struggling to take as much of Dimitri's rather large member into your mouth as possible. Sylvain jokingly remarks on how well everyone's getting along, but you can hardly process words in that moment. Your senses are overwhelmed by stimulus, by the masculine scent of your lovers, by deep, pleasured groans and your name in the air.

- When it's Dimitri's turn, you ride him, which he generally prefers. You're actually somewhat grateful that this time, you had Felix to rough you up a little and make you cum once or twice first, to prepare you for Dimitri's size. When you ease down onto his throbbing manhood, Sylvain positions himself behind you to fondle your body and periodically grind against your ass, all while Felix recovers for a moment. Sylvain's voice purrs in your ear, "Ah, our King is nice and big, isn't he. You're taking him so well, Y/N..." the blonde blushes a dark pink, but Sylvain is clearly enjoying the depravity of the situation immensely.

- At long last, with two down and one to go, Sylvain directs the other two to either side of you again, and finally takes you in the same position he went down on you in earlier- on your back, with your other two lovers at your sides. He's absolutely rock hard, having clearly enjoyed the show leading up to this moment. By now, your so over-full with your lovers' release that it acts as a lubricant, which Sylvain doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. Dimitri lines your cheek, your jawline, your neck, everywhere with kisses and gentle bites, while Felix's hand strays between your thighs to circle a single finger around your clit. This almost immediately pushes you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as you feel pleasure beyond what you thought possible. Certainly it wouldn't be with only one man.

- Having all filled you thoroughly, the three fall into a panting, satisfied afterglow with you. Felix is the first to get up to clean, but he does eventually return to check in on you. You're beyond exhausted- and all of them can obviously tell. You're not sure if you would be able to handle this becoming a regular occurrence, but... maybe every now and then.

[emmybrown]

omg ok so,

Ivy, Rose, Violet and Phyllis?

oooo thanks for the ask bestie

ivy

1: sexuality headcanon - bi queen ivy stuart, truest hc ever 

2: otp - i love the idea of her and daisy together and you already know that (love you for opening my eyes to this ship)

3: brotp - also her daisy!! besties who kiss each other

4: notp - her and jimmy or her and alfred for obvious reasons

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - in a modern au, she probably would have been a twilight fan

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i dont think i really relate to her, but tbh i dont generally relate to characters

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - the whole one sided love stories between her, jimmy, daisy and alfred were super embarrassing 😭 heterosexuality won im afraid

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll, definitely

rose

1: sexuality headcanon - look at my face and tell me rose didn't go around kissing girls. you cant

2: otp - i really liked her relationship with jack and it hurt to see it end. idk if i agree that part of her was doing it to spite her mother, but she was so young and naive anyway. its a pity that they didn't have a chance to just try to be together, you know? i liked atticus but i think i prefer jack

3: brotp - i loved to see her and matthew interacting those few eps they shared. kinda makes me sad because like, she was just a teen and it makes me imagine how matthew would be if he had a teen daughter. lmao pain

4: notp - that creepy dude that she was having an affair with during s3. girl was 18 and he was friends with her dad and married. yikes

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - pretty sure its canon, but even if they are very different, rose reminds people of sybil and its just :( pain again

6: one way in which I relate to this character - not at all lmaoooo

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - she is over the top sometimes but its ok its kinda campy actually

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? cinnamon roll who is ready to turn problematic at any given moment

violet

1: sexuality headcanon - definitely straight but like i wouldn't be surprised if she practiced kissing with some girls when she was young lmao

2: otp - not really anyone? ig prince kuragin is ok

3: brotp - her and isobel. their scenes are always so amusing to watch and even if i get frustrated at one of them at times, i always end up laughing at something

4: notp - there aren't really any ships with her in the first place

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - i like the idea of her being really skilled at something in particular, showing off and being like "mwah isobel i bet you didn't see this coming"

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i am know to lowkey hate on my family from time to time but thats ok look at this legend

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - nothing, i think? like, she isn't perfect by any means but you just look at maggie smith completely stealing the show and its hard to feel embarrassed

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? problematic fave for sure

phyllis

1: sexuality headcanon - unlabeled

2: otp - her and molesley!! they are serving an unnecessarily long slowburn and i think thats so *chef kiss*

3: brotp - her and thomas but honestly i dont understand her because i would want thomas dead if he blackmailed me like he did to her. but she is the best person in the show so really that isn't surprising

4: notp - not really any ships to begin with and i dont think anyone ships them but her and that dude that seduced her. yikes

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - her first kiss was with thomas' sister

6: one way in which I relate to this character - i can't, she is just too good

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - nothing

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? certified cinnamon roll

[goldafterglow]

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Summary: Ezra buys a pretty thing for a pretty thing.

Request: hc about what renders Ezra speechless 😶 - @lose-eels (this is not even what you asked for but fuckin here ig im sorry sgkfjdshg)

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warnings: a big fat drabble?, very really soft, not beta read and tbh barely even normal read i read this maybe twice oops

Author’s Note: i almost put this just like under the ask but I’m not gonna sit here and act like this is a drabble bc i’m a clown. i don’t want to talk about it. and spitting this out bc I was soft for Ezra and @mrpascals made me

Gif Cred: my wife and my baby @pascalplease

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He spies it in the open market while he’s stocking up on supplies.

The day is hot, the Sun bearing down on its disciples with a violent red fury, but it’s light is strong, bright. Everything is reflective, hot to the touch from boiling in the heat, and all of the creatures begin to melt together like dyed wax to form one big discernable blob, if you really squint. Ezra’s sweat escapes the barrier of his brows and leaks past his lashes, dragging across his eyes and stinging a little, blurring his vision and dripping onto his arms, but he doesn’t care. He’s far too exhilarated.

The market in itself is absolutely brilliant to him; he’s always been enthralled by this, by people and pretty things, and to be completely surrounded by both felt like something akin to sensory overload. His heart is racing at the sight of people traversing the dirt road, loitering and browsing through produce colored so vibrantly he wonders if the bright red apples and deep indigo berries have been dipped in the tinted glow of fairies that dance in the forest. And he’s utterly taken by the art and trinkets. He’s always had a little soft spot for art - a tender, exposed section of his beating flesh that is so sensitive, so delicate and so easy to provoke. And right now, he seems like he’s subject to a battering ram, pounding against his chest in the best way possible.

His eyes dart around quickly as he tries his best to take everything in. He finds himself cherishing every little interaction, every stranger whose shoulder he is forced to brush in an attempt to make his way through the market, every vendor that begs to him, calls to him to try “just one last berry sir. I’m sure your lover will be delighted by the raspberries from yesterday’s harvest.” He ended up buying a quaint six ounces just so that he could feed them to you. But that would be a treat for later.

And just like that, he is thinking of you. The prettiest, most beautiful thing. A sculpture with imperfections so perfect that he knows it must have taken eons to craft you out of gold and diamonds and the soft fluff of hummingbird feathers and butterfly wings. You are art, a walking, breathing, touchable piece that he gets to admire up close. It’s a privilege, really, to have been gifted with Kevva’s finest handiwork.

As his pupils peruse the stands, admiring his surroundings, they suddenly become frozen in place, permanently stuck on a little trinket that’s caught his attention: a necklace. The gem sitting in the center isn’t aurelac; it’s much more vibrant, much more dramatic and almost rainbow when he looks at it from different angles. The chain isn’t long, and knowing you the gem would fall right between your collarbones. He can already envision you wearing it, like a child flicking watercolors onto the Venus de Milo, but he wants to see his deep green paint draped around your shoulders. The way he sees it when you wear his clothing, when you’re adorned with bruises of his passion like stars adorn the sky, when you wear him. It’s intoxicating, seeing that he’s had any impact on your life and that you parade it around like a trophy. That you think about him without him prompting you to do so - not that he isn’t constantly in your presence. But he wants to buy it just so that he can see you wear it. Perhaps even only wear it.

He’s already thinking about how fucking gorgeous you would look in it. He is thinking about putting it on you, tugging on it ever so lightly in a way that signals to you - that is, rather than exerting any true force on you - that he wants a kiss. Perhaps pulling on it a little harder so that metal bites your skin and you can feel it, feel him digging into the soft flesh of your neck. Now he’s imagined a thousand scenarios in which he can have his way with you just by getting you to wear this piece, and he has to purchase it.

When the vendor finally hands it to him, packaged with care and placed deep into the hollow of a black velvet box, he finds that it barely fits in his pocket. He doesn’t care, though, because it’s too exquisite an accessory to be thrown in with the other supplies and it’s too precious for him to take it out of the box. He’s excited when he comes back to the pod, back home where you are.

Home is you.

He assumes you must’ve heard him come in, the pod door loud and rambunctious as he dumps the bags into the center of the pod space and then crawls in himself - it was hard enough with two arms, nonetheless one. He lets out a sight as if to let the excitement drain out his vessels and into the atmosphere of the cockpit, mingling with the peace and solitude to create a soft buzz that zings through his ears and vibrates his eyes. The exhilaration from being the market was utterly electric, but he is home now. He can crawl into you, let you absorb into him, and he likes how you can make his heart race a million miles and yet also pacify him, a cold compress to his aching soul to help reduce inflammation. He wants to maintain that semblance of the intricate pastel harmony, adorned in lilac and peach hues. So he stands in the middle of the cockpit and closes his eyes, lets himself sway to the rhythm of his lungs for a moment. Just a fraction of solitude, and he doesn’t mind because ever since he met you he has never felt lonely, not even when he’s alone. He always feels you with him.

Once his head has cleared, he palms at his pocket where the little black box still resides, as if to check that he hadn’t dreamt up some fantasy ornament that would look so perfect on you. It’s still there; of course it is, and he feels foolish for thinking that the pretty butterflies would have fluttered it out and flown it away, but sometimes he wonders if the same thing will ever happen to you. If one morning he will wake up and you will have migrated with the birdies, off to seek true warmth because you’re not real, because nothing so good as you could ever be caged by him.

He steps into your shared bedroom and spies you with your back to the entrance. The room is cool, but you’ve elected to wear his shirt, even foregoing pants. His favorite outfit of yours, and he knows you know it. You’re wearing headphones, something he’d picked up for you on your last supply run, and he can tell you’re playing one of those instrumental stations you so adore listening to when you were working. A mutely-colored map is stretched out onto the desk, and he’s not even sure you can focus the music because your mind is moving faster than your poor hand can keep up as you mark up a new dig site. He almost feels bad for interrupting you while you’re in such deep concentration, your forehead smashed into wrinkles without even noticing, but Ezra cannot resist his greed for your attention. Ever so gently, he places his hand on your shoulder from behind so as not to startle you.

You almost immediately register the delicate touch, turning the radio off and pulling your headphones off your ears so you can give this kind artist your undivided attention - Kevva herself knows he's earned it. You turn your head to face him, craning your neck back so you can take his softly smiling depiction like pressing a plush blanket into your face.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you coo, letting your pen fall tumultuously from your hand. The sound of it clanging against the table and then rolling around to a stop fills the room, but you can’t hear it; Ezra is talking now.

“Hey, sweet stardust,” he greets back, voice orange and warm like the heat that simmers under the stars during the summer at midnight.

Comfortable.

 “Hey” was never his preferred salutation, and he’d tried to omit it from his vocabulary for so long, but he started to notice that he likes it when you say to him. Like a little pearl of your voice, so sweet like honey with the honeycomb still mixed in, a little grainy and so cheeky.

“Did you get everything we need?” you ask, beginning to stand to that you can press a hand to his chest, grounding him to the pod and to your sanctuary soul. Ezra grins wide, unable to hide his excitement at your words.

“I in fact exceeded our needs, sweet rose bud,” he says with a pride that fills up your chest and makes you want to hold him tight because you love when he gets giddy like this, with the childlike enthusiasm of showing your parents the shitty drawing you made or your ugly macaroni art. Ezra is light, his tone airy. “I happened to spot a gem that reminded me of your vision and I couldn’t resist the urge to get it.”

You brow furrows a little, not out of confusion but out of curiosity. Ezra’s taste has always inspired you, and you knew his never ending quest for art is always in an attempt to find beauty in everything. You don’t even have to look at it to know that it will be stunning because his stamp of “pretty” approval is your gold standard.

He pulls the box out and opens it facing you so that you can get a good look, really admire it, and you are already taken by the shimmering pendant.

“Oh Ezra, it's - it’s utterly magnificent,” you gush, and he can spot that little glimmer in your eyes that you get when you’re looking at something that you’re enamored with; they way you look when you’re gazing at him. You raise your chin to look at him, his cheeks rosy with delight and sweet eyes crinkled at the corners. “Put it on me.”

It’s not so much of a demand as it is a gentle instruction; you know he wants to, know he’s been thinking about it since he bought it, and you want to be open to him. You want to invite him into your heart, inside of the flower garden of your chest, with open arms because he deserves to feel wanted.

You help him pull the chain out of the bottom of the box, keeping one end in your right hand and letting him take the clasp in his left. He wills himself to move slowly, to savor every little stimulation you send through his skin as he steps behind you. His fingers press against your clavicle, tracing along the bone before traveling up over the valley of your shoulder, tips of his hands brushing against your throat. He is feeling you, mapping out your body because he’ll never get to see an angel in his life but he’s certain you must be the spitting image.

You can feel his breath against your skin, hot and intoxicating as a small film of dampness coats your exposed back and neck. Your right hand rests at the nape of your neck, waiting expectantly, but you don’t rush him. He takes his sweet, sugary time, because the surface of your skin feels like he’s running his fingers through a field of silicone needles, firm but harmless as they stimulate a sensation he never knew he could feel before he touched you for the first time. You’re addictive, the best high he’s ever gotten, and he almost lets his hand lose all abandon and travel so carefully down the front of your body, palming your breast along the way and pressing right into your diaphragm before he keeps going down, down, down…

Almost.

But he will save it for a later time, especially since he’d been fantasizing about you wearing the necklace like a carefully chiseled bust is adorned with sashes. So finally, after what feels like hours of roaming and teasing, you feel that calloused, worn sensation of your lover’s fingers seeking solace against yours. You pin your breath to your lungs, not daring to let it go as you wait for the heavy release of his hand indicating that the necklace is secure. But even once you feel it, even as you let your right hand fall down at your side, Ezra does not take his hand off of you. You don’t want him to.

Slowly, so that he never has to cease his touch, you turn to face him. You’re still looking down at the pendant, in awe of how the gem rests so perfectly between your collarbones. You can’t see Ezra’s adoring gaze, his completely awestruck fixation on how ethereal you are to him. Like you’re emitting a golden glow, too hot to touch and yet begging, inviting his fingers to feel and press and hold. 

Celestial.

He feels his emotions expand in his stomach, diaphragm threatening to spasm. His hand trails up to your chin, palming your jaw as he tenderly lifts your line of sight so that he can see your pretty eyes.

“You’re divine,” he mumbles to you, not wanting to disrupt the tight silence, so tense he’s afraid of speaking too loud lest it break and snap against his cheek leaving an angry raised brand.

Overwhelmed with appreciation, you balance your hands on his shoulders and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, letting it linger so you can savor the honeysuckle dew on his skin. “I love it,” you whisper with a grin.

Ezra giggles.

When you pull back to face him proper, his face is utterly red. His smile reaches the lobes of his ears, bashful and boyish like his belly has just been tickled by the sweetest of baby chicks, and he can barely get a word out. He can’t speak. His mind is in overdrive, completely inundated with a blistering adoration for you and your approval because you said you loved it. His gift is not a splash of children’s watercolors; it is a clean swipe of gold running along your jaw, accenting your beauty and emphasizing just how exquisite you are to him.

“Yeah?” he managed, a soft giggle still passing his lips like the first cries of a baby deer, the first flutters of a newly hatched butterfly.

Adorable.

You can’t resist the urge to giggle back, placing a hand at the nape of his neck and pulling him in for a true kiss on his glittery lips. It only lasts seconds, however, because Ezra can’t stop smiling and you can’t stop giggling, so you both settle for the blissful solitude of pressing your foreheads against one another, breathing in each other's air and taking up the same space.

“It’s gorgeous, Ezra. Thank you,” you whisper lightly so that the wisps of air tickle his upper lip, and suddenly he is so inclined as to press his left arm into the small of your back so that you’re so much closer and kiss you the way you deserve; a dynamic series of long, deep, searing kisses that send you to the clouds and drop you into an endless pit of lavish fluff at the same time. You don’t know how he does this, makes you feel like you don’t exist and that there isn’t anything in the world but you and him, and you often wonder if it’s because Ezra is within you, or that your broken parts and his broken parts make some hauntingly majestic sculpture of its own; something better than the fucking Venus de Milo or Athena or Great Sphinx because it should be something so hideous and yet it feels to utterly priceless to you.

It’s precious.

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。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ aron piper + cis male + he/him ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , arturo vallez , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY TWO year old , LANDSCAPER , and have been living in coston for TWENTY TWO years . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of MEANINGLESS TATTOOS ETCHED UPON SUN KISSED SKIN , QUIET DINER BREAKFASTS IN COFFEE STAINED BAND TEES , THE THREE BUBBLES TYPING IN REPLY BUT DISAPPEARING JUST AS QUICKLY & LATE NIGHT DRIVES ALONG THE COAST . usually they’re quite LOYAL & RESILIENT but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite IMPULSIVE & GULLIBLE as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .

SORRY I’M SO LATE !!!!!!! but hello everyone i’m caro and ... y’all i’ve been waiting forever to plot & write here with you !! i binged outer banks so FAST and then when i saw there was an rp based on it :’ ) i knew i had to bring my BIG DUMB BOY, arturo. okay, under the cut you can read up on him/ give this a LIKE and i’ll come bug ya for some plots.

& some 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔

full name: arturo vallez nicknames: art, arty, turo age: twenty two date of birth: march 16th hometown: coston, north carolina preferred pronouns: he/him orientation: pansexual education: high school diploma occupation: landscaper, ( on the side, musician – drummer )

my little drummer boy, arturo – if you’re a pogue you definitely don’t call him by his full name it’s either art, arty or turo.

he is the eldest of three. he has two younger sisters and he is the classic Protective older brother.

his parents talk of their forbidden love -- his mother’s parents never actually approving of his father and to him and his sisters it always sounded so romantic how they eloped and came over to the states from spain. they immediately fell in love with the town of coston, deciding this is where they would settle down and have a family. together they definitely had their struggles figuring out their new life, but his parents gave all they could to ensure he and his sisters had a positive upbringing.

growing up was quite uneventful in the best of ways. had a pretty pleasant childhood. loving parents and a relatively healthy, happy family. he went through the normal awkward puberty phase, endured his share of teenage bullies, struggled his way through history & physics.

while he was always quite close to both of his parents, his father and him bonded over their love of music at quite a young age. arturo grew up knowing not to touch his dad’s vinyl as it was his sacred collection. still the boy would listen at any chance he got. hc arty layin in his livin room floor listenin to all the oldies. the rolling stones stan right here u will hear beast of burden blastin’ from his room

he had his own bond over music with his mother as well. as a young child she taught him basics on the piano – she wasn’t a teacher of any sort, but she taught him all she could until it was time to start taking lessons. piano lessons came first. he really wanted to jump right into guitar tbh, but he got looped into taking piano lessons. when he got to middle school you had to have a certain number of years in piano to take up percussion in his music class and guess who had those years of piano lessons under his belt !!! u guessed it arturo !!! this is where his love of the drums came !!!

this boy has a niche for instruments. it didn’t just stop with the piano and drums. arturo got his guitar lessons, went through a harmonica phase, he’s dabbled with a bass. he can write a melody better than he can write a text. once it comes to lyrics he’s done for – arturo just isn’t very good with words.

his parents always REALLY wanted him to go to uni, honestly but it just hasn’t been in the cards. their fam really couldn’t afford it, and there was no way arturo could afford it no matter how much he’s worked to save up. he’s always really wanted to go into computer science though.

so right now he’s a landscaper -- the company he works for does a lot of jobs in the figure 8 (possible connection that he’s doing work for a kook fam!!) and you’ll also see him doing the odd landscaping job at the coston resort if they ever hire on for bigger jobs.

he’s a drummer in a band (CALLING OTHER MUSICIAN POGUES be in a band with him pls), they really just play at dive bars and stuff nothin’ big

tbh arturo is an irresponsible mess most of the time.

he sleeps through his alarms – literally will wake up late in the afternoon every day, is constantly late to everything. all his closest pals know if u want turo to be On Time you have to tell him to get there at least a half hour before he really needs to be. on many occasions in his adolescence he has been fired from his jobs because of missing shifts/calling out

maybe u could see this coming, but he’s pretty much a night owl. he’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morn dickin around and sleep the day away.

says “oh baby!”, “nah” and “sick” way too much

overall pretty loud and outgoing

is extremely flighty and unreliable when it comes to all things romantic. although it doesn’t FEEL like it to him, he’s actually pretty charming.

wanted connections: ik i mentioned them up in the intro, but any pogue musicians that wanna form a BAND hmu !!! if you’re a kook and you are planning on doing some landscaping lmk because turo is probably on the Job. alright alright, so he really needs the basics ofc like FRIENDS: ride or die, a wingman pls this kid needs all the help he can get, his confidant, a sibling like bond, idk i could literally go on forever with friendship dynamics so pls we can brainstorm together!! CHILDHOOD PALS. ok he needs other computer nerds pls and lol on the other hand like where are the surfers at he needs some friends to surf with, exes on bad terms because lbh arturo probably fucked it up a lot, exes on good terms that are actually friends, hook ups, maybe someone he can write music with because he’s shit a shit lyricist, someone that will talk conspiracies with him, but honestly i would be so excited for literally any connection pls come plot with me !!!!

[gatecoeur]

Reasons Behind Arrie’s Martial Arts Styles, Part 1

First of all, to anyone who’s bothered to read the long-ass headcanon that is Arrie’s Martial Arts Background, thank you so much. 

This info/hc post is gonna focus on why Arrie prefers low kicks to high kicks (as evident from her background in Tai Chi, Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do). It’s been on my mind recently and I wanted to put it out there, and hopefully get some more opinions on my analysis of the drawbacks of high kicks.

ANYWAYS

For those of you who don’t know much about martial arts, literally half of the martial arts styles I chose for Arelette do not train people to kick above the waist. Why? Well, in a real fight, high kicks are uhhh... Useless. Okay, not useless, but also not a very successful attack move, especially if you’re up against someone who’s an experienced fighter.

Look at this gif for example. Yes, movie fights are choreographed, but it proves my point. Both Jackie Chan and his opponent were able to avoid each other’s high kicks, even though their high kicks were extremely quick; Jackie Chan completely dodged a high kick while his opponent had blocked a kick to his head just by raising ONE arm in reaction. This is because it takes a significant amount of energy, and thus a significant amount of movement to perform a high kick. This fact alone gives a watchful opponent SO much time to defend against it, especially if they know what they’re doing and are watching your every move. It’s basically the equivalent of shouting “I’m gonna shoot you!” before pulling the trigger. 

Another thing to note is that any kick above the waist is going to be in A LOT of danger of getting caught, no matter how fast you send that kick; people are going to react to it, experienced or not, and try to catch it. That’s because it’s easily accessible, since people’s hands are always held up around their mid-section when they’re fighting. 

Once your kick is caught, it is GUARANTEED that you are going to be on your ass, as it is SO easy to trip someone when their entire body weight is on one foot, as shown above; even people without fighting experience inherently understand that. In a real fight, that’s when things can get dangerous too, hence why it’s more ideal to kick where someone can’t grab your leg or foot.

Again, I’m not discounting the uses of high kicks. They hurt like a bitch, and can easily be disguised, as shown in the rolling high kick down above. The thing you gotta realize though is that high kicks are usually only successful when your opponent is distracted or too tired from a long fight to react quickly enough; if you pay enough attention to the girl that got knocked out, you can CLEARLY tell that her attention wasn’t where it was supposed to be... tbh tho both her attacks and her stance were shitty too like omfg how .

But anyways, yeah, that’s my take on why high kicks are less than ideal in a fight. I also do have experience with this cuz you have NO idea how many times I’ve caught and have had a high kick caught, and even with a mat, the fall fucking HURTS.

[conartisthaiji]

three dark crowns highschool au

because i have feelings about this but don’t actually want to write a fic. here we go 

so i guess everyone has been adopted

 Katharine by the wealthy Arron family

Arsinoe by the Milone family

Mirabella by...the Westbrooks? They’re her canonical guardian family but I feel like Luca is her mom...

Luca can be the lovely lady next door who adores Mira, THERE WE GO

Katharine Arron is one of those girls who should be popular but she’s shy and prefers books over people. 

everyone knows who she is, they just leave her alone. she’s like the most famous nerd

but not cuz she’s bullied. paradoxical. 

teachers love Kat. other than that...ehhh...she’s kinda lonely i think.

Arsinoe Milone is one of the troublemakers. 

again, everyone knows who she is, except this time it’s because of what she does. 

she, jules, and joseph are thick as thieves. teachers do not want all three of them in their class at the same time. huge no-no

lowkey a rebel but like...cares somewhat for school

Mirabella Westbrook...is a TRANSFER. (dun dun dun)

she and her adopted sister Bree join the school 

they befriend a girl named Elizabeth

Mirabella is beautiful, duh. she becomes popular. very popular. 

rest is under a cut. oh boy

so we have the queens...now what about everyone else??

Jules Milone is the second troublemaker

(starting with her cuz she’s really important, duh. also she’s cool)

is the Voice of ReasonTM

always being like “arsinoe no”

Arsinoe responds with “arsinoe YES” 

poor Jules...she just wants to not risk getting arrested

crushing hard on that one guy, joseph

ahhh yes, joseph. 

the third troublemaker 

how obvious is it that i lowkey hate him

ANYWAYS, back to the au and the thoughts

crushing hard on Jules, like really hard.

and then Mirabella transfers and he’s like ‘oh shit she’s HOT’

cue the heart eyes. 

*whispering* (he’s gonna be a bit trashier in this au i think)

Billy Chatsworth

okay so umm i want kat to have friends, and they got along pretty decently in Three Dark Crowns, so..

Kat has exactly one (1) friend, and it’s this guy

Billy has plenty more friends because he’s a Great GuyTM

*breaking the fourth wall again: how do you put tm high up and small*

so anyways...that’s Billy. he’s not popular, not hated. he’s taking higher level classes, so he’s pretty well-known among that crowd but otherwise he’s not too well-known

Pietyr Renard

...another transfer, i think

sees Kat and goes ‘she needs help’

he’s like instantly popular and when he sees Kat, he decides to show what a Nice GuyTM he is and help her get more popular

yes, it’s cliche, I KNOW, but like he literally canonically does that soooooo

talks to her and then realizes that she’s actually really cute?? if not socially awkward and kinda frail?? 

I'm sorry but kat and pietyr are really fucking cute and I'm still pissed he shoved her into the breccia domain because BOY YOU SHOULD’VE FUCKING USED YOUR GODDAMN HEAD WHY CAN’T YA’LL BE HAPPY GODDAMNIT

Elizabeth

Mira sits next to her on her first day and is all “hi” and Elizabeth is instantly kinda star-struck like wow this beautiful girl is talking to me

...i don’t think she’s very popular tbh

also Elizabeth is gay and you can pry that head canon from my cold dead hands thanks

she helps run the gay student alliance because she’s a fricken hero

so basically Mirabella and Bree instantly befriend her

wow besties!!!

but seriously they’re kind of inseparable 

just kind of

poly ship poly ship poly ship...????????

something to consider...

okay so now for like actual plot lmfao

so basically everyone ends up with one class together. 

the teacher is like ‘good lord i get arsinoe jules and joseph for an entire year! what is life!’

the teacher friends are like ‘oh darn’

who the fuck is the teacher, you ask? well...it’s Rho. 

shhhh shhh its an au also Rho as a teacher would be pretty awesome

so anyways, first day of school comes around

i feel like it’s their senior year

BTW BTW Arsinoe Jules and Joseph miss Luke, who was in the year above them. he graduated duh

Luke is amazing but i don’t think he’s gonna be a big part of this AU

sorry Luke :(

they’re all put in Rho’s class, which is history

(Kat is a little miffed because she should be in a higher level BUT she got deathly ill and didn’t get the grade required to make it)

look I feel like Kat would throw herself into her studies

anyways...so Pietyr sees Kat and is like ‘well she’s pretty’

and he sits next to her

she’s also sitting in the front of the room and he respects that

so yeah he plops down next to her

Kat ignores him 

kat i love you

Mirabella and Bree sit near the back of the class. the middle-back

Elizabeth prefers sitting in that area so she just awkwardly sits down next to them

Mira: ‘hi i’m Mira, this is Bree, we just transferred here, you’re really pretty, what’s your name?’

Elizabeth: ‘...Elizabeth...hi...’ 

Bree: ‘hi!!!’ 

Billy comes in and sits behind Kat. says hi to her, kat says hi back, they chat just a little

Jules Arsinoe and Joseph come in together, just as the bell rings, and sit in the last row

there’s other people in this class i’m sure

they aren’t important 

So anyways they end up with group projects

look i’m a fucking cliche all on my own

so the groups: Billy & Arsinoe & Elizabeth, Joseph & Mira & Jules, Kat & Bree & Pietyr

well Joseph and Mira get along really well

Arsinoe is like ‘hmm Jules how come I think I see sexual-’

Jules: ARSINOE please stop 

Arsinoe: right right sorry Jules

Bree is like ‘for one thing Pietyr and Kat are really hot and I’d totally date both of them except I’m like 90% sure they’re already dating 

Kat denies it 

Pietyr just shrugs 

Bree just wants to not be a third wheel

Meanwhile, Elizabeth, Billy, and Arsinoe get along really well.

like, really well

Elizabeth says ‘yeah i kinda feel like a third wheel but they both make a conscious effort to include me you know’

ANYWHO they’re all getting along pretty well

so like homecoming is coming up!! 

because I'm american and i don't know what else goes on in foreign countries 

and i could research but homecoming is. kinda fun

fun fact: i HATE dances

stop breaking the fourth wall!!!!

so Elizabeth and Bree are like “ooh Mira do you wanna go with Joseph?” *insert lenny face here*

Mira is like “guys. stop i don’t want to go with Joseph stOP MAKING THAT FACE-” 

Elizabeth: oh look it’s Joseph! 

Mira: *whips head around* WHAT-very funny Elizabeth

Meanwhile, Arsinoe is subtly trying to drop hints to Joseph that Jules wants to go with him

she’s TERRIBLE at being subtle

Joseph is a dense fuck, so he still can’t pick up on the hints

Jules finally breaks and is like “Joseph go to homecoming with me” 

Joseph is like “sure” 

BUT then Mira is like “man i wish i had a date for homecoming” 

Joseph: well i was going with Jules, but maybe i can save a dance for you

*scrunches up face* mmmmm joseph no

Mira is disappointed but like. says sure, tells Joseph that he shouldn’t abandon Jules tho

LOOK mira just wants to be loved, she’s not a bad guy

anyways. so Kat is having a crisis because she really wants to go with Pietyr

But Pietyr’s...enemy Nicholas beats Pietyr to asking Kat 

and Kat is like oh dear someone is asking ME to homecoming 

read: she panics

and agrees

so then she mentions it to Pietyr

OH NO PIETYR IS LIKE, PISSED. 

he’s like ummm okay kat do whatever you want 

read: he’s upset 

boys are dumb

look Pietyr shoved her into the Breccia Domain there’s no way he’s, well. rational when he’s worked up. or rational when dealing with Kat. 

Kat is disappointed and thinks Pietyr doesn’t like her anymore 

so she chats with Billy about it 

Billy is like ummm I'm not really sure tbh

then Kat’s like, oh well, do you wanna go with anyone? 

Billy is like “...Arsinoe” 

Kat helps him ask

oh no but Arsinoe is a strong fierce independent woman she needs no man

THAT WAS NOT SARCASM BTW I SWEAR 

she says no 

Arsinoe bows for no one

rip billy

Billy’s like oh okay. i meant as friends but it’s chill

he’s sad 

very sad aww poor billy 

Arsinoe doesn’t regret anything though. of course not. 

soon HC rolls around 

Bree is like “Elizabeth are you going with anyone?” 

Elizabeth: nope i’m gay 

Bree: oh...uhh...okay...

Mira: cool cool thanks for trusting us, so wanna get ready together?

they’re great at getting ready together. they laugh and have fun and just. all in all a great time. 

Arsinoe tries to do Jules’ makeup.

emphasis on tries 

no seriously major RIP to Jules’ face. Jules ends up doing her own make up. her blush has been ruined. one of her eyeshadows is cracked. Jules is impressed with Arsinoe’s inability to do makeup. she ends up doing Arsinoe’s as well. 

Arsinoe put up with it. it made Jules happy. 

Kat gets Natalia to do her makeup. and her hair. Natalia secretly enjoys every minute of it. 

the boys also get ready. but separately. so yeah...

Nicholas picks Kat up like the gentleman he is 

Billy goes alone, aww poor baby

Joseph ends up taking both Jules and Arsinoe 

Pietyr almost doesn’t go but Kat asks if she’ll see him there, so. boy fucking launches himself to the bathroom to get changed and shit. he speeds to the school 

he’s got it bad 

Arsinoe and Billy end up ditching the dance. they leave like 30 minutes in and go to some dinky little diner together. 

basically they just laugh and ride around town until like 1:30 am and they realize that it’s late 

Nicholas monopolizes the fuck out of Kat.

Kat doesn’t realize it. 

She has a lot of fun 

Pietyr goes home pissed 

Kat doesn’t really think about him

if Billy had seen he would’ve been like “Kat Nicholas was like...glaring daggers at anyone who came close to you”

Joseph is cornered by Mira when Jules is in the bathroom. 

they dance 

and then dance again 

Jules ends up coming back and smiling at Mira tightly and being like “hey can I dance with Joseph now” 

Bree and Elizabeth just enjoy themselves

the night ends. 

Arsinoe and Billy are riding around on Arsinoe’s motorcycle. they’re going to a park

Kat and Nicholas seem to be okay...

Pietyr is pissed to hell and back

Bree and Elizabeth are happy 

Mira wishes she could’ve danced with Joseph more

Jules is kinda salty about Joseph

Joseph doesn’t know what to think

AND THIS HAS GOTTEN TOO LONG, I’M NOT MAKING ANYMORE...on this post. there might be more later. (there will definitely be more, i have some fic ideas now and more plans to run through). HAPPY THREE DARK CROWNS DAY EVERYONE. 

[haunting-kind-of-high]

The Angst Corner

Warnings: Mild swearing, some anxiety, hints of self-doubt, okay there’s more anxiey and a panic attack. Also Anti being a massive jerk. 

Tag list: @musicphanpie-b, @imin-loveanon, @ordinary-chaos, @sandersandthesides, @ajumbleofwords, @demonickittykat, @zadi-jyne, @serenefreakgeek, @fandons-mangoes, @leesacrakon, @gayfagg, @tree4life25, @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet

Notes: Based on this post by @turquoisemagpie.  Don’t ask me how they got there or why they are there, just… enjoy this. I based Dark and Anti on my own hcs and theories that I believe, so they might not be the same as yours sssssh. I feel like this is slightly ooc (especially Dark) but hey, who cares, it’s just a fic, right? I’m not sure I like the ending, but I couldn’t think of any way to end this haha. And lastly, a thank you to @words-to-fuel-the-imagination, @ilovemyspoopydad and @demonickittykat for helping me out (: (I’m also pretty sure there’s some others, but tbh I forgot who did what lmao sorry. Thanks anyways (: ) Enjoy this lil fic.

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Virgil didn’t know what he had done to be put in one room with the two demons. He would be put in that room whenever Thomas pushed him to the back of his mind. That had happened before, it was nothing new. What was new, however, was the fact that there were two others present in this room. Virgil didn’t understand why they were there; he’d never seen them before. They weren’t even Thomas’ sides. They were the dark personas of Marikiplier and Jacksepticeye. Why where they here and why was Virgil there with them? It wasn’t like he was a dark persona. He wasn’t a villain. Right?

Anti was toying with his knife as he eyed the anxious side. His weapon scraped across the floor and Virgil looked at his feet, trying to block out the noise. He tried his best to ignore it, but the sounds got on his nerves eventually.

“Will you just cut it out already?” Virgil snapped, looking at the glitching demon, whose lips curled into a smirk as he slowly got up. 

“Why?” Anti asked, his voice distorted by the glitches that accompanied him everywhere he went. He wrapped an arm around Virgil’s shoulder with a smile. “Does it annoy you, Virgeyboy?”

Virgil looked at the arm that was draped around his shoulders. He wanted to tell Anti to remove it, but he couldn’t seem to find the right words to convey the message. So he did the first thing that came to his mind. He hissed. Anti let out a surprised chuckle as he brought his face slightly closer to Virgil’s. 

“Feisty,” he said, “I like it.”

“Kiss my ass,” Virgil sighed as he moved his head away from the demon’s. He felt his heart speeding up.

“If you insi-”

“Anti,” Dark interrupted lazily, barely looking at the two others, “leave him be.”

“Or else?” Anti asked as he finally stepped away from Virgil and directed his attention towards Darkiplier. “Are you going to trap me in a mirror too, Darki?”

As soon as the green-haired demon had diverted his attention, Virgil slid down the wall until he was sat on the floor and took out his phone and headphones. All he wanted, was to listen to some music and scroll through Tumblr until he was needed again. He didn’t need the two demons as company. He didn’t need any more anxiety. He didn’t need any more self-doubt. Virgil turned up the music loud enough to drown out the bickering between Dark and Anti and focussed on the posts on the screen in front of him. 

“Jesus Christ, Virgil,” Anti said turning back to the side as he heard the tones of Hurricane. “Could you play your music any louder?” Virgil didn’t look up, as he couldn’t hear Anti’s words over Brendon Urie’s voice. Or because he chose to not pay any attention to the two. Anti rolled his eyes and moved over to Virgil. 

“Hey Reaper, I asked you something,” he snapped as he removed one of Virgil’s headphones. 

“What is it?” Virgil asked annoyedly as he paused his music and glared at the Irish demon. 

“Turn down the music. Some of us want to be able to think.”

“Calm down, demon-Shrek,” Virgil commented, looking down at his phone again. “If you don’t like my music, you could’ve just said that instead of whatever lame excuse that was. It’s not like I’m not used to it.”

He unpaused his music again and lowered the volume slightly. Virgil looked up for a few moments to smirk at Anti before focussing on his phone again. Dark smiled as Anti turned to him with a dumbfounded look on his face. He turned his face to Virgil again, trying to come up with a witty remark, but he saw that Virgil had already continued scrolling through Tumblr and the demon decided to let it slide. He didn’t have a comeback anyway. 

Virgil tried his best to focus on the posts on his dash and not on the thoughts in his mind, but he wanted to figure out why he was there with Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. It wasn’t like he was evil, like them. He had never killed Thomas or the other sides and he would never do anything like that. He had nothing in common with the two others in the room. Unless…

Maybe he was the villain after all. He was the one that made Thomas feel bad, after all. He tried his best to alter his ways but… what if the label would not be removed that easily? He still was anxiety, even if he tried to be easier on Thomas. He still made Thomas doubt everything and hesitate to do anything. He still wasn’t wanted. Maybe that was why they were here. 

Fuck. Virgil felt his hands starting to shake and his chest tightening. He tried to focus on the pictures he saw on his Phone. Gifsets, edits, regular pictures. As long as it could occupy his mind. He didn’t want the others to be there. He wanted to be alone, so he could let his anxiety take over and he wouldn’t have to worry about others. He wanted to be able to listen to his music and just sit there. He didn’t want to be there with Anti and Dark. They were murderers, sadists, manipulators. He didn’t want to be around them. He didn’t ask for this. 

Crap. He felt tears burning in the corners of his eyes. Why did he have to get so anxious? Why now? Virgil pulled his hood up and tried to hide his face from the two demons. He wanted to get out of there, as soon as possible. Preferably before his anxiety got too bad. He could hear the voices of the others calling out to him, but Virgil just groaned and covered his ears - his headphones, at least. 

“Just… just leave me be,” he said softly. His voice sounded so… weak. It trembled and it sounded so fragile. He hated it. 

“What’s wrong, Virgil?” Anti asked, his voice laced with - amusement? “What’s got you so panicked?” Virgil didn’t look up at Anti, he just clutched his headphones tighter, as if that would help him calm down. As if that would drown out the voice of Anti. Virgil shook his head as a response, trying to steady his breathing. He noticed he started breathing less regularly and he knew he needed to focus on keeping his breathing calm in order to keep himself calm. Relatively calm.  

“Nothing?” Anti questioned, a soft giggle following his question. “You’re so panicked about nothing? What a joke that is!” 

If only Virgil could find a way to make the demon shut up. He would do anything to stop hearing Anti’s voice. He’d turn up his music, but he was positive that Anti would have a remark on that as well. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone? Mind his own business? Was that too much to ask?

A sound left Virgil’s mouth. It sounded like a combination between a sob and a panicked breath. The anxious side covered his mouth with one of his sleeves. He just wanted to get out of there. He wanted to be away from Dark and Anti, he just wanted… to leave.

And again, he heard that chuckle of Anti, followed by Dark’s low voice. Virgil couldn’t hear what Darkiplier had said, as his music was still playing and Dark had talked to softly for Virgil to understand his words. But it didn’t matter, as Anti didn’t seem to pay attention to what he was told, as he turned to Virgil nonetheless.

Anti noticed a few tears rolled down Virgil’s cheek, no matter how much the side tried to hide this, and another chuckle left his mouth. He continued toying with his precious knife as he stepped towards Virgil, his eyes turning black for just a few moments. 

“Awww look at the little anxious baby,” he cooed, making sure it was hard enough for Virgil to hear it over his music. “Go on and cry, it seems to be the only thing you’re actually good at. The only thing you’re good for.“ 

Wouldn’t he shut up already? Could he never shut up? Virgil noticed Anti stepped closer to him again and he squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn’t Anti just leave him alone? He’d done nothing wrong. 

“Anti,” Dark bellowed out of nowhere, making Virgil flinch back as a soft whimper left his mouth. “Leave him be.”

Virgil heard some soft protests and he heard Dark’s low voice, but after that, he heard nothing for a while. Nothing but his own music. Virgil opened his eyes ever so slightly and noticed from the corner of his eye that Anti had stepped back. Good. 

Instead, Dark had approached him and he started talking in a soft tone. Too soft for Virgil to understand it without pausing his music. Virgil lowered the volume of his music a bit to hear what Dark was saying. The demon’s low voice had a slight echo to it, but it was a welcome change from Anti’s glitching voice and appearance. Dark told Virgil to breathe, helped him calm down. And it helped, though Virgil knew to be wary. He knew Dark was a manipulative being and would take advantage of anyone if he could. But he couldn’t help but feel a bit grateful for the help Dark had offered him. He actually helped Virgil calm down, though the anxious side never lowered his guard. He just smiled at Dark as he calmed down, but didn’t talk to him more than he needed to. Not just because he felt unable to, after that panic attack, but also because he was afraid that Dark would take advantage of him if he did. Instead, Virgil just sat in the corner of that room, listening to his music until he was summoned again.

And the best thing was: Anti didn’t speak up again.  

[koko-buni]

so my friend (who has cp) and i were hcing seven and they said that they hc him as having either tourettes/mild cp or some other similar disability especially bcs its mentioned that he doesnt really. go outside if he doesnt have to and the way hes nervous abt meeting mc for the first time and is distant,they said its a MOOD if you think of him being ashamed of tics etc and tbh?im wit it so id love it if u could do a one shot/hcs inspired by this concept??bcs im Thirsty for some representation🍒

Seven x MC Oneshot

I hope this is okay! It isn’t massively long, however it took me a long time to write! It sure was a challenge; thank you for requesting! :)

I had been situated at my desk as I stared at the computer screen, heaving out a nervous sigh. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my sweaty palms along my jeans, wincing as pain shot through my arms and legs. “Shit,” I muttered, causing Vanderwood to rush over towards me, a concerned look upon his face.

“You okay?” He asked, eyebrows raised as I hung my head low in shame, attempting to clench my fists, but the immense pain cause an inability to.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I knitted my eyebrows and exhaled sharply. “Yes, I’m fine, Vanderwood.” I said, beginning to give up as my heart sank in my chest, “I just need to finish my work.” I stated bitterly, gnawing along my bottom lip as I felt so hopeless; I was lost like a leaf floating towards the ground, only to crack due to the smallest amount of wind.

“Are you like this because of work, or because that girl is coming?” Vanderwood questioned, causing me to shoot my head up towards him, confusion evident across my face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughed, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down towards me, a smirk dancing across his lips.

Nobody looked at me like I was normal—I was just a fragile person to them. It made me want to throw things or smash windows, yet I couldn’t. All I could do was scream inside my mind as the pain in my joints prevented me from moving in extreme ways.

“How do you even know about her?” I asked, turning back around on my chair to face the computer screen. Although I was motivated to do work, to feel useful, I found myself merely glaring at the all-too-bright screen, eyes stinging with tears as dark thoughts drowned my mind.

What if MC wouldn’t like the real me? What if she wants to go outside, but I prefer to stay indoors? What if she thinks my cerebral palsy is too much for her to deal with? What if—

My anxiety-ridden thoughts were interjected by Vanderwood’s voice, once again, which caused me to groan in frustration. “I saw you texting her and she said she would be coming over. You must like her, since you hardly let anyone inside.” I rolled my eyes as Vanderwood continued talking, pretending to be concerned, “Have you taken your medication today? For the pain?” He asked, although he already knew the answer.

For me, taking the medication was a horrible reminder that I couldn’t be like everyone else. I couldn’t go outside and run around, nor could I even get ice cream, merely because I was too afraid of what people would think. Too afraid of having an epileptic fit in front of everyone—I wanted to go outside, to walk beneath the sun and get a coffee, but I couldn’t. Heck, I couldn’t even have a conversation without people talking about my condition. Nobody cared about me, they simply cared about what happened to me.

I wanted to run away to a place where nobody knew my name; where I was merely a nameless face in the crowd. Yet, I knew I could never do that. I relied on people to ensure I had help if I needed it, but the looks of utter pity made me feel so insignificant and helpless.

My thoughts, once again, were interrupted as there was a knock upon my door, and Vanderwood opened the door (ignoring my heavy breathing) and I almost fell off my chair in exasperation.

MC was beautiful.

Absolutely mesmerising, in fact.

Her long, chocolate hair fell past her shoulders, bangs dishevelled as she shyly looked down at her shoes. Her cheeks were smacked with a pale crimson, small, barely noticeable, freckles scattered along her face. Her eyes were a forest that I became lost in: the forest-green was surfaced with a warm honey, almost as if the forest trees were set alight. MC laced her fingers with her own, glaring down at her shoes as waves of anxiety flooded her veins, causing her heartbeat to accelerate rapidly. Or, at least, that’s the way I felt.

“MC, I—” I choked out, tearing up as she smiled in a way that nobody had before. Her mere smile lit up the entirety of my world and, suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.

Smile remaining upon her lips, MC shook her head; “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Vanderwood told me about your cerebral palsy.” It felt as if someone had shot me in the heart, and I was preparing myself to watch her back as she walked away. “I just want to say, that none of it matters to me. You’re still you, Seven, and I—” MC tried to continue, but tears were fleeing her eyes as she ran towards me.

The beautiful brunette wrapped her arms around me, crying into my shoulder as I could feel her body shake. I opened my mouth to speak, but her soft voice stopped me. “I-I love you, Seven, I love you so much.” She said, leaning backwards as she smiled at me. It was a smile laced with sincerity and love, not pity. It was the first time I felt like I belonged in someone’s arms.

“Saeyoung.”

“What?” She asked, confused.

“That’s my real name. Saeyoung.” I choked out, trying to tell her with my eyes that I wanted her to stay. That I yearned for her warmth and that I loved every single part of her.

We had been talking for months, yet I finally felt as if we really knew each other. MC knew I loved her as she smashed her lips against mine, our tears blurring into one as I gave her my heart. I gave her my all.

And, from that day onwards, I took my medication. It was no longer a reminder that I was weak or not good enough. Instead, it was a reminder that I was strong enough to get through it; I was strong enough to live and walk the world with MC right beside me.

[stickytablet]

Hey, @me, for that ship thing you should do Flint/You/Alex!

You’re right, @me!

Flint/Me/Alex

Send me a Self-ship and I will rate it:

notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies

Who is the most affectionate?

Probably Flint tbh. Alex just doesn’t really care one way or the other and I take a while to get used to PDA. Flint is the most physically affectionate, where I prefer to show it through words and little touches here and there, and Alex tends to show how he feels through his actions/the things he does for us.

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Alex is a solid Big Spoon™. Flint is a switch leaning more toward big spoon, though he’s more than happy to be the little spoon. I’m pretty reliably a little spoon, but I do like to be the big spoon after a bad day.

Most common argument?

Over how we eat Oreos. I can’t stand them unless I dunk em in milk, Alex only likes the cream, and Flint just likes the cookies.In the future, when Flint is distancing himself more from crime and trying to make something more of himself, it’d be over trying to convince Alex to drop the Six. I’d stand by Flint in this and probably pull the “better life for your kid” card (hc that girl sandy was playing w/ on the beach was Keemia and we adopt her at some point).

Favorite non-sexual activity?

Counting those sweet, sweet dollar bills. Curling up on the sofa with a crap ton of pizza rolls and watching Shark Tank or Futurama/Bob’s Burgers. On Friday nights we put on MST3K and riff on the movie. Flint does the best Bender impression.

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Oh definitely Alex, hands down. Flint can and will pick me up, but Alex can straight deadlift us both. Plenty of piggy back rides to go around 😍

Nicknames?

I like to call Flint Sunshine or babe and Flint prefers to call me babe or sugar. Flint uses babe for Alex too, but during “business” he likes to be professional and just uses O'Hirn. Alex likes to use Russian nicknames for us. He tends to use моя́ сла́дкая (sweetie/honey) and ма́ленькая моя (my little one) for me and Моё солнышко (my sun) or Малы́ш (baby) for Flint. I like to call Alex Big Guy or baby.

Who worries the most?

Definitely me, I’m a bit of a worry wart. I mean, who wouldn’t worry when their partners go up on the regular against Spider-man and you don’t know if you’ll have enough money to pay bail?

Who tops?

Alex likes to think he tops more than he actually does. Sometimes me and Flint will team up against him, especially after he’s had a long day, to get him to relax a bit. The Dominance hierarchy is: Alex > Flint > me

Who initiates kisses?

Honestly it’s a pretty even split here. Not much else to say.

Who wakes up first?They usually don’t get home until very late when they pull jobs, so they usually sleep in. I wake up early in the morning (like 4AM) to start my shift as a baking assistant and then head home. I’m usually there by the time they finally get up, have a second breakfast/lunch, and hangout for a bit before I need to leave to work on my medical illistrations (mostly textbook diagrams). Alex needs a straight black coffee before he can begin to function in the morning and sleeps like a rock, so trying to get him up before he’s ready is almost impossible. Flint gets up before Alex if only because of the noise the family downstairs makes in the morning.

Who says I love you first?

Alex and Flint were together before I joined in, so they had already popped the L-word to one another (Alex said it first, just, out of the blue one day taking Flint by surpise). I joined in November the year before the events of Season 1 of TSSM and said it the first time I had to pick them up from jail in late May/early June.