#that is if he's coming out consious

[themistdragon]

If time is stopped in the coins (which it probably is), that implies Runaan is coming out starving and dehydrated, with broken ribs, bruising, and an arm binding that will RAPIDLY tighten as it makes up for lost time, likely amputating the limb seconds after being freed.

Basically, Runaan as soon as he gets decoined:

[no-i-will-not-shut-up]

alice in borderland is so funny this guy is getting visions from the author in every single game but hes still getting obliterated

[ravenslvt]

imagine best friend leon comforts you after a break up but it turns south 🤔🤔🤔😛, soft sex is what he gives you

☆ bsf! leon x female!reader ☆

bestfriend! leon comforting you after a break up

☆ content warnings: smut , mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating ☆

leon groans as he hears a knock at his door. the clock read 12:53am. who was coming over this late?

he stands up out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on. he opens his front door, yawning.

all his annoyance completley dissipates when he sees you all teary eyed on his doorstep.

he says your name in concern, you just look up with the saddest look on your face. it sent a pang to his heart to see you like this.

he immediately figured it was your (asshole) boyfriend who was constantly flaking on you and (he assumed) was probably even cheating.

“sorry, i wasn’t sure if you were awake and i didn’t wanna call and-“ you start to ramble. he sighs, bringing you in to hug his bare chest. you didn’t mind, you’d seen him shirtless before. you’ve been bestfriends for almost four years.

“it’s ok, you don’t have to say anything.” he shushes you. he finally brings you into his messy apartment you’d been in countless times, but this time felt different.

“i just feel so fucking stupid. it was so obvious the whole time he was a dick i just was so delusional.” you’re on your second glass of wine now that leon had brought out for you two. he figured it would be nice to talk about your feelings and vent to him. you sit facing eachother on the couch in his living room.

you’d been with your (now) ex-boyfriend for only eight months. but leon always fucking hated the guy. he would always get mad when you would hangout with leon, thinking he had a crush on you or something, which he totally did.

you stopped crying now, you were just angry for wasting so much of your time with such a joke of a man. leon didn’t blame you. he let you rant.

“god, it didn’t help he fucking sucked at sex too. seriously he lasted like two pumps then knocked out. for EIGHT months!” you weren’t lying.

“you’re joking” he laughs, shifting in his seat on the couch. he never even bothered to put a shirt back on since you got here, still only in his baggy grey sweatpants.

“i’m serious. never made me cum once. he never even ate me out, said it was ‘too gross’ ” you scoffed, remembering how it was always about his pleasure and not yours. you felt leon’s eyes on you.

his eyes darkened.

his thoughts raced. that asshole never even ate you out? he’d kill to even touch you like that.

you noticed him go silent, one of his hands resting on his own thigh and the other arm was resting around the top of the couch.

“leon-“

“fuck that guy. seriously. any guy would be so lucky to even be allowed to be with you, to touch you.” leon’s voice is quieter than usual, but loud enough for you to hear. it felt like he was holding something back.

maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the supressed feelings for your bestfriend, but your eyes scanned him, suddenly consious of his shirtless state. how good his bare chest looked. how firm his muscled stomach was. how good his waist looked in those pants. his fucking arms.

and the way you could fully see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants.

your eyes shot back up to his face. only to see him staring at you.

“like… you?” you gulped, awaiting his response. you could see him thinking, practically hearing the gears turn in his head. he sighs your name, looking away.

“i-i can���t. not when your in this state.” he rubs his face with his hands. god his hands were big.

“leon i-“

“no, i like you way too fucking much to mess this up” he looks back at you, a genuine soft look in his eye.

you smile, he’s too sweet for his own good sometimes. you sit up straight, scooting closer to him.

“leon. i promise you, i want you.” you bring a gentle hand to cup his strong jaw.

his hands reach for your face, he uses one to brush a stray hair out of your face. he brings his forehead to yours.

“do you know how badly i want you? how long i’ve been waiting for you? you fucking kill me everyday i have to go without you.” he speaks lowly.

he leans in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away. but you don’t. your eyes flutter shut as your lips connect.

he starts the kiss out paced, allowing your lips to adjust to eachother. your hands go straight to his shoulders for support. you were afraid you’d fall over onto his carpeted floor.

“leon…” you panted his name between kisses, giving him an opportunity to greet his tounge in your mouth.

“what is it pretty girl?” he never pulled back as you two spoke, addicted to your lips.

“want you… need you, please” you practically whined into his mouth. he just smirked, giving you one last kiss before pulling away. you pouted for a second before he started to kiss down your neck slowly. exploring and biting until you showed him your sweet spot.

he bit your pulse point, making you softly yelp.

your hand automatically goes to the waistband of his sweats, but he stops you, swatting your hand.

“no, this is about you. ignore me” he warns.

“but-“ you pout

“no.” he sternly says, pushing you so your back was against the couch cushion, he was now on his knees between your thighs. you were going to argue, but seeing him like this brought no complaint from you. you were never used to this. but god were you excited.

he teasingly removes your shorts, leaving kisses in their wake. you gasped from the feeling, being left in your black panties. they had a little rose at the top center, making him smile.

“cute” his thumb goes over the rose, then moves over your clothed clit. you softly gasp and your hips automatically buck up to meet his touch.

he scrunches your shirt up, kissing your pelvis, then your stomach, and pushing your bra up to bring a nipple into his mouth. you squirm under him, already so needy for him. he pulls away with a pop.

he slowly reaches his hand into your already soaked panties, a look of suprise on his face.

“this all for me?” he nudged your sensitive clit with his knuckle. you suck in a breath, nodding.

he chuckles, using his free hand to pull your panties down while he continues rubbing your clit, rolling it between his fingers.

once they’re off, he stares down at your bare pussy, absolutely entranced.

“s-sorry. he only liked it when i was shaved” you looked away from him, a bit self conscious. you try clamping your thighs together.

he scoffs “what a fucking weirdo” he says before forcing your thighs to stay open with his strength. you always forgot how strong he was since he was always so gentle around you.

he moves his head to hover over your needy cunt, your thighs now around his shoulders. he looks up at you “is this ok?”

you nod.

“yes” you say. he moves in an instant, his hot mouth devouring you.

“fuck, leon!” you moan, covering your mouth with your hand. the other one gripped his dirty blonde hair.

his lustful eyes look up at you as his tounge works expertly against you. he studied your reactions, repeating the actions that made you squirm the most.

your thighs squeezed against his head, but he didn’t mind. he fucking loved that he was making you feel like this. his dick was raging in his pants, but he ignored it. tonight was about you. he’d make it about you everynight if he could.

he thrusted his long tounge into your hole, pumping it as he circled your clit with his nose. you almost screamed, his grip on your thighs getting tighter by the second. he shakes his head in a motion, teetering your orgasm.

you started to shake, almost drowning him in your wetness.

“i think i’m gonna-“ your thighs were so tight around him he swore you were crushing his skull. he quickens his mouth, the most pornographic noises coming from your pussy.

you let out the most delectable moans as you cum all over his face. he keeps licking and sucking until your shaking stops and you’re just panting, trying to push him off from overstimulation.

“s’too much” you pant, grabbing at leons hair. he finally pulls away, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. your face was completley flushed and eyes lidded. he smiled, leaning in to kiss you. you moan as soon as you taste yourself on his tounge. (your ex was wrong, you tasted fucking great)

you feel his hard buldge against your thigh, your brows furrow and a heat fills your gut. you reach out your hand to rub him through his pants. he lets out a needy groan, rutting into your hand. a wet patch growing in the front of the grey sweats.

“f-fuck. keep doing that and i’ll have to keep going, baby” he warns, but you didn’t stop. you keep eye contact as you rub the head of his cock through his sweats, the fabric adding extra stimulation. it twitched in your hand and he grabbed your wrisy, stopping you, though he didn’t want you to stop.

“i don’t wanna take advantage-“ he starts, but you cut him off before he can finish, rolling your eyes.

“leon stop. do you know how many dreams i’ve had of you fucking me? we’ve already gotten this far, so if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna walk out that door and-“ this time he cuts you off with a kiss, you smile into the kiss. you feel him smile back.

after a minute or two of sweet kissing, the moment gets heavy again. the kiss gets deeper and more messy.

you couldn’t help it, you slide his loose sweatpants off his figure and have to look down.

oh fuck. he was big.

he noticed your eyes widen and cheeks flush, his ego inflating a little.

“that’s not gonna fit, leon” you look back up at him, absolutely in awe of the man’s gorgeous cock. the tip was a raging pink color, it was curved upward like it was begging to be touched. precum sparkling at the edges.

he chuckles, kissing you on the cheek.

“oh yes it will”

he sits back up on his knees, dragging your legs twords him and grabbing one of the pillows from the couch, patting your hip to tell you to lift it so he can slide it under.

he gives himself a few more pumps, even spitting on his cock for extra lubricant, though you were already so wet he could probably slide in easily.

he lines himself up, looking up at you for one last chance for you to back away, but you just shimmy your hips to try and get him to put it in already. he takes that as a sign and slowly slides in.

you tense up as soon as the tip is in. he leans down, giving you a peck on the lips before rubbing your hips.

“relax, pretty” he sooths. a few more seconds and hes sinking in a little more, little by little he brings himself to a point where he can’t push in anymore. he was balls deep in your sopping pussy.

he waited a few moments until you were moving your own hips for some more stimulation.

“there you go, look at you.” he teases, pulling out almost all the way, only leaving his raging tip in before thrusting it back in. your back arched off the couch and he gripped your hips tigher. you felt heavenly.

all you could think about was how good his big cock felt inside of you. gently slamming in and out and in and out and in and out.

“more” you plead, looking down to where you two meet, there was a noticable buldge indented in your stomach from where his cock was in you, making you whine.

“of course” he whispers, leaning down to cage you in his elbows, throwing the pillow from under you somewhere across the room and instead using his strength to slam into you. your arms held him around his neck, one pulling at his hair unconsciously. your legs wrapped around his hips, encouraging him to go faster.

you’re both panting as you lean up to kiss him again. it wasn’t anything like your first kiss with him. it was all tounge and saliva and mess. but it was perfect for the moment.

you could feel him so deep, it felt like he was growing even bigger inside of you. you felt a familiar build up in your belly, the need of release. you pull away from the kiss to breathe. he lowers his head to suck your tits in his mouth, alternating between them and occasionally biting them gently.

“leonnn!” you moaned his name over and over as his pace got faster and faster.

he was holding back his own orgasm just so he could feel you clench around him.

“fuck, i wanted this for so fucking long, baby. you’re so-fuck- so perfect.” leon was losing his composure more and more by every thrust inside of you. your walls started to clench around him, making his face scrunch up.

you came around him, squeezing him, your nails dragging down his strong arms, leaving redish pink marks in their wake.

he just chanted your name mixed with compliments-how perfect you are around him, how pretty you are, how you were made for him.

“w-where can i-“

“inside, leon, please!” you whine, all you can think of is his cock dragging in and out of you.

he spills inside you with a groan, hips sputtering. he lays on top of you, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush you.

“s-shit are you…?” the realization hits him that he just came inside you.

“i’m on the pill” you assure, softly smile at him, both of you breathing heavily at this point.

he smiles back, kissing you and slowly pulling out, making you whine, he tucks himself back into his sweatpants, an obvious stain on the front of his pants.

he gently pulls your shirt back over your tits, but not before giving them a soft kiss each. you giggle at him.

“are you feeling ok? do you need anything?” he asks, stroking your head and fixing your loose hairs. acting like he wasn’t just fucking your brains out.

you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, this time he pouts when you pull away.

safe to say, you were over your ex.

a/n: raven try to write soft smut challenge: impossible. lowkey got carried away but i hope u like it!!

thank u for the request i lovedddd writing this mwuah <3

[hivemuthur]

If your up for taking requests, can I request something with modern au viktor and reader where they’re fwb until viktor confesses to them, but reader doesn’t actually believe he likes her that way so they decide to take it slow?

'I need some time,' she said and proceeded to write it as a break from another angsty monstrosity she was trying to write. Anyway, Dear Anon, here is a little thing for you, I hope it meets expectations. Friends With Consequences

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! smut though not an unhinged kind, fwb dynamics into lovers, soft Viktor, AU university, AU modern era, emotional

word count: 2,8K

—

At first, it had been difficult. A drunken mistake, you told yourself. You also told yourself that it was never going to happen again, and you said the very same thing to your roommate. She nodded knowingly, giving you the kind of look that was the most annoying expression in the world—the look that screamed, “Yeah, sure,” in the most patronising way.

Viktor would walk you back to your room after the party, both of you too drunk to walk straight, so you supported each other’s weight, you waving his cane around dramatically. He clutched onto you, his hands cradling your waist from the side after his awkward stumbling and a deflective, theatrical, “Leave me, save yourself!”

You laughed and scrambled to help him up, whispering, “I leave no man behind.”

So there you were, clattering down the student dorm hallway, trying to make your way to your rooms, occasionally shushing each other, clasping hands over each other’s mouths and giggling. When you finally made it to your door, your laughter died into an awkward chuckle, then awkward silence, which you felt you had to fill. You talked about nothing. One nothing leading to another nothing, and Viktor just stared at your mouth, producing all those words.

Finally, he leaned in, and you felt your body stiffen. His face ghosted next to your cheek, his fingers wrapped around yours, still holding his cane. “I’m going to have to take this back,” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath laced with alcohol tickling your neck. You shuddered and nodded, gulping a strange lump down your throat, bracing for his touch to leave you. Instead, it travelled up your wrist, your forearm, to your neck, tracing your hairline with a scared, delicate brush of his fingers.

His eyes were now glued to yours, your foreheads touching as he searched for protest. And when there was none, his other hand cradled your waist, his nose resting against yours, and his lips landed where you had been secretly wanting them for the longest time.

He tasted of whisky and chewing gum, and you couldn’t believe that he managed to sneak a gum somewhere between your decision to leave the party and coming here. You wondered if he had spat it out secretly into one of the trash bins, abandoned it on the floor as you walked, or straight up swallowed it. It had made you self consious about the taste of your own mouth.

At first, he was tender, almost timid, testing the waters. When your eyes fluttered shut and your hands travelled to brush through his hair, he let out a content moan, muffled by your mouth, and deepened the kiss. His tongue slowly coaxed itself inside, your teeth clacking against each other clumsily. His hands became bolder, cradling your ass, and you found yourself pushed against the door, kissed with a hot need.

You were just about to turn the doorknob blindly behind your back when Viktor pulled away, by an inch. He chuckled awkwardly. “Um, so… Sorry, I—”

“No, no,” you said quickly, placing your palms flat on his chest, a gesture of acknowledgement. “It’s all good.” You were relieved to find out that his heart was thundering equally hard to yours.

“You should get some sleep,” he smiled and straightened, visibly sobered up by what had just transpired.

You nodded obediently and allowed him a kiss on the cheek—fleeting, gentle—before he turned away and limped down the corridor toward his room.

“Holy shit,” you whispered into the darkness of your tiny space on the other side of the door, having no idea that Viktor whispered the same exact thing to himself once shielded from the oppressive light of the fluorescent bulbs buzzing in the hallways.

The second mistake was orchestrated better than the first one. By means of not being stupidly drunk. You sat crouched over the display of notes and books at the foot of Viktor’s bed, while he splayed himself casually, chewing on a pencil, reading an incredibly interesting passage from a biology book, judging by his frown. His brace and cane rested by the bed stand; his legs spread out on either side of you.

“I think I’m repelling knowledge at this point,” you groaned, mindfully moving his leg to meet the other before flopping by his side, careful not to touch him. You held the book above you, only to drop it on your face in resignation.

“We don’t have to go through everything today, you know,” Viktor said calmly, taking the occasion to study you without you seeing. He rolled to the side, propping his head on his hand, and you could feel the shift in the mattress, the book still shielding your eyes.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Viktor. I want to retire already.” Your whiny voice was muffled by the tome, making Viktor chuckle, and you could feel the tremble next to you.

“Always just so dramatic,” he mused, plucking the book from your face gently. He looked at you from under hooded eyelids, his mouth curled into a gentle smile. “Do you want to take a break?” he asked in a husky voice, and suddenly your cheeks went warm.

“I—” you hesitated, feeling the blood rush to your head as his hand rested on your stomach, and you cursed yourself for not eating earlier, expecting it to growl at any given moment. “What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm, I can think of something,” he murmured, his hand snaking up your side, pulling you toward him to melt you against his mouth. “Unless this is something you don’t want,” he stopped himself, words tickling your lips, and you found yourself almost whining.

“No, I… I do, I just…” Oh god, where were all the words when you needed them? Yes, I want this. Yes, that would be nice. Yes, please fuck me, I’ve been wanting it forever.

“It doesn’t have to be… finite. We can make it casual,” he offered weakly, and you weren’t sure which one of you was more disappointed about it—or if you had just imagined it.

You blinked a few times, searching his face for any clue. Nothing. “Are you… proposing a friends-with-benefits setup?”

“I suppose… If… that is something you would be comfortable with,” he said carefully, as if weighing the options himself as well. This was… not his initial idea, but he could roll with it, so to say.

“Are you aware that friends with benefits implies friends with consequences?” you deadpanned, having already played all the possible scenarios in your head. You fall in love in the process and live happily ever after. Viktor finds someone else, and you die miserably. You fall out over something, and your friendship is ruined. Any, as possible as all others.

He chuckled, startled. “Yes, yes. I am aware. But I believe we are both adult enough, no?”

In truth, he preferred friends with anything over just friends. Friends with handholding would be nice. Friends with dating would be even nicer. Friends with arguments—those had already happened, nothing he couldn’t handle. Friends with benefits, well, that was appealing. Friends with consequences? Yes, if the said consequences were having sex with you exclusively and being able to squeeze you lovingly until your pretty head popped off. Yes, he could roll with it.

“Okay. Okay. Do you want to shake on it?” You pulled your hand out awkwardly, and Viktor snorted to cover up his grin.

“Or we could just…” He leaned in to kiss you. Your hand, momentarily frozen in the air, finally relaxed to slide under his shirt, and he hummed in approval. “Kiss on it.”

And so, you rolled with it. In fact, you rolled so much around Viktor’s bed that you couldn’t count it anymore. You also gave him an odd blowjob in the library and had never heard anyone make sounds as obscenely hot as he did. His fingers tangled into your hair, his face all flushed, mouth agape—those moments embedded themselves into your memory instead of essential biology knowledge.

The first couple of times were awkward, but he was just so... patient. What ruined your relationship as study buddies had bloomed into something you never thought yourself capable of doing. Casual sex. That felt nice. And no guilt attached. You wondered if other people knew about this option. You wondered if it wouldn’t be the answer to ending wars and hunger.

Until. Until.

Until you saw her sitting with him in the library. Her lingering hands on his forearm, as she laughed too loudly for the library regulations and he shushed her playfully. Her fingers brushing hair away from his forehead and his awkward chuckle. The way he scratched the nape of his neck in embarrassment when she praised him.

So of course, you defaulted to what any adult would do. You retreated. Not entirely, but you retreated the part of yourself that was feeling all the awful, unspeakable things. You locked it, sealed it, so your meetings transformed into something... mechanical.

You would jump him in the corridor and drag him into your room when your roommate was away. You would knock on his door and undress automatically, your movements practised by now. And Viktor would frown, and he would try to ask, but you shut him up with your tongue.

And he didn’t have it in him to say no. All the coldness you oozed would disperse upon him kissing you, licking your ear, and wrapping his fingers around your throat. It would dissolve, and what would take its place was the touch that lingered. Your wanting hands on his hips as he fucked you, sweaty and panting, his face close to yours when he whispered, “You are so beautiful.”

And you allowed yourself to forget in those fleeting moments. You let the ugly feeling from your heart rest and regenerate, so it was strong again whenever Viktor tried to cradle you to his chest in the aftermath.

He could feel the wall between you two rise back up as soon as you stepped out of the bed and pulled your trousers on, hopping on one leg to slide into them faster. Whenever his mouth opened to ask a question you feared so dearly, you shut him up with a dismissive peck on the lips. And when the kiss broke, he found himself following the trace of your disappearing face.

But you forgot one important thing. Viktor wasn’t stupid.

So you expected nothing new when you received a casual text message: See me after class? :)

You cursed yourself for walking so fast, your utterly undignified trot refusing to slow down. You steadied your breath and opened the door, only to be slammed against it. Viktor’s mouth was on yours, skipping all of your usual courtesies. He rid you of your sweater, along with all the layers beneath it, and made impressively quick work of your bra. You almost snorted at seeing him waiting for you almost completely naked, save for his boxers.

“What’s the rush?” you chuckled, watching his hands tremble at the button of your jeans.

“You’ll see,” he smiled, offering you a helping hand to step out from the pool of your clothes.

When you were both equally naked, he walked you to the bed, using your shoulders to support himself, and sat down, with your thighs straddling his lap.

You were already in the space of forgetting. Your fingers travelled into his hair, your face pressing against his, breathing him in as you crushed his mouth with a kiss. You could feel his hips buck beneath you, his cock pressing against you, and you moaned at the contact.

You barely registered the sound of a condom being unwrapped, his hands fumbling to put it on without breaking your mouths apart. Once he was ready, he teased your entrance and looked you deep in the eyes. He stared into your soul as his cock entered you, and he observed your mouth opening, your brows furrowing at the first languid roll of his hips.

His arms pulled you close, caging you in, as he asked, “Lásko, why are you so distant?”

And it was a killing blow. Because Viktor wasn’t stupid, and he knew this was the only moment when you were truly present with him. This was the only moment he could probe you for answers. He would fuck the answer out of you if there was no other way.

“W-what?” you stuttered, your breath heavy. You tried to move, but you could only move as much as he allowed. “What do you mean?”

“You avoid me. You wouldn’t talk to me. Is that all you want? Just to fuck me?” His voice was so expectant that your hips jerked on top of him.

“Is that not what we’ve agreed on?” you spat, unintentionally. You immediately relented, seeing his wounded eyes. “I thought you wanted this,” you said weakly. You thought you had learned an important lesson on how not to get hurt. But you forgot how to not hurt someone when saving yourself.

“No. I want more.” His voice was barely a whisper. Viktor had also learned an important lesson—that benefits with no friends were bad. That if the consequence was losing your friendship, he wasn’t able to roll with it. And that just friends was better than something so impersonal. Unless you weren’t friends, but more.

“Get out,” you scoffed, trying to snake your hands between you and push him away, but his grip on you tightened.

“No. Stay. Please.” He stilled his movements, his cock twitching inside you, making you wince at the absurdity of the situation. “I want more,” he repeated, this time with more confidence.

You took a sharp breath through your nose, his eyes not leaving yours. “More of what? I’ve seen you with other people, Viktor. It’s fine—”

“Where have you seen me? With whom?” He looked… offended. As if it were unthinkable to even touch anyone else. As if he wanted more as much as you were pushing it away from your mind.

“I… the library… do we have to talk about this now?” You pushed your weight down onto him, his mouth releasing a surprised gasp, but he wouldn’t fold.

It clicked. He was fast; he’d get it immediately. The girl in the library, her grabby hands, her loud mouth yapping at him. It was then you started to pull away. Ridiculous, so utterly stupid and unnecessary. He laughed, despite himself. “That got you acting so weird? I have no idea who that girl was. I shrugged her off as soon as I got the chance.”

“Viktor, you don’t have to be delicate with me. It’s fine. Now, can we please, just—”

“No.” A strange wail escaped his throat, and you immediately stopped fidgeting. “No. I miss you. I want more… of this. And of you. I want all of you, to myself.” He was stumbling over his words, his focus split between his heart and his cock. But they both wanted the same thing—you. You tried to find any sign of his confession being phony. And you found none.

Viktor rested his forehead against your chin, his hands cradling your waist tightly. When his words failed him, he began to plead with his body.

He kneaded the flesh of your hips lovingly and rubbed his face into the crook of your neck. “Do you really think I could touch anyone else like this?” he murmured, his voice so honest it sliced straight to your heart, and then down to your core.

“Do you think I could fake this?” He pulled you into a kiss, so longing, so affectionate that you thought your lips were going to melt.

“Do you not feel loved?” He finally looked at you, his expression serious and determined.

“Viktor,” you whispered—to him, to yourself. Into the air, you hung his name between the two of you as your hand palmed his face, and he leaned into it with gratitude.

“Say if you don’t want this. I will stop,” he spoke into your skin, and all you wanted to do was pull him close and keep him to yourself. To make up for all the times you ran away, and all the times you had fucked him with no emotion.

“I want this. I want you,” you kissed him to seal your words on his mouth. He took them and swallowed them eagerly.

“I want to do this right. I want it to be slow and good,” he said against your lips timidly. You nodded and then chuckled, “I told you—consequences.”

“Hmm, I can roll with that,” he hummed and kissed you again.

[idiotwithanipad]

How Pennywise rids you of an abuser

(Well shit, this was cathartic😓)

(Warning: This might be a little graphic)

・Believe it or not, he won't kill them. Death would be too quick and easy, they won't suffer, and that's what he wants. He wants them to feel the anxiety, dread and grief that they caused you. Tenfold.

・You won't even have to let him know when, how, why, where and who the abuser is or why you think they did what they did, he'll already know.

・Around you, he acts oblivious, he pretends he doesn't know you've suffered. If he told you his master plan to exact revenge on your behalf, you'll try to convince him not to; not wanting that stain on your conscience, fearing some type of retaliation from them if it didn't work.

・He keeps it a secret from you, he waits for an opportunity to strike while you're busy. He slinks away, gathers himself in the spot where your abuser traverses, and he tempts them while assuming your form.

・Beckoning them, calling out to them, trying to provoke them, or simply staring them down with an unreadable expression.

・Once they're under his control, they'll try to beg for help from the rest of the townsfolk, but they won't help. They won't care, they won't listen, and they probably won't even see.

・It's not over between them. He'll visit your abuser regularly, tear their mind apart and muddle everything, all while assuming your shape. Your shape, but he'll sound different, possibly the voice or sound of whatever scares your abuser the most.

・This isn't a mistake. Pennywise intended to take your form to scare them, so that if they ever happen upon the real you in the street, they'll run. Run far away and hope that they never run into you again.

・They might even try to beg for mercy at your feet, deranged and desperate. You'll be frightened and confused at their sudden change, but your abuser won't see you as they beg. When they look up at you, through their tears, your confused expression will shift into a pointed and deeply satisfied grin and sharp teeth.

・Just another one of Pennywise's illusions that he projects on you like a shield without you even knowing.

・If the abuser tries to seek help through a therapist, thinking they've lost their mind, Pennywise won't let it happen. When your abuser dials the number for a hotline, they'll hear nothing but the sweet, gleeful, sinister laughter of many children.

・If they take action and run to a doctor themselves, everyone in the waiting room will stop what they're doing, slowly turn their heads, and they'll be smiling at them. The same smile that your abuser dreads. The one that's been following them for months.

・This is what Pennywise wants. To let them know what it's like to feel unseen, unheard, frightened and vulnerable. People see them but they don't see what they're going through, even if they send signals that they're in need of help, nobody gets the message.

・But all things have to come to an end eventually, but Pennywise doesn't want to eat them. He refuses to consume the very thing that's poisioned your confidence and self worth for years. There's always a place in the deadlights for them, but as for their body? Out of sight and out of mind. There's no grave, no remembering them or people grieving at their resting place talking about what a 'good person' they were. No. None of that. Where they will remain, consious but immobile, underground, beneath the mouldy, rotten mountain of trinkets and discarded belongings of previous victims. Buried beneath all of it and slowly left to rot.

[ayaamoo]

2/ Observer

Kenma has always been naturally observant, it comes with being the self-consious introvert that he is. Ever since he was young, he would notice patterns of behaviour in the people around him and respond accordingly.

Kenma knows Kuroo. He knows when Kuroo is happy, when he’s sad, when he’s bored, when he’s frustrated—so sometimes, even exercise-hater Kenma would step up and be the one that initiates play dates. (“Do you want to go level up?)

Kenma also notices patterns with Kuroo. Such as when Kuroo would be noticeably pent up after weekend visitations with his mom and her other family. Kuroo doesn’t talk about it, and Kenma doesn’t feel the need to ask. Instead he would just quietly get changed out of his pyjamas on those Sunday afternoons, and wait for Kuroo to come find him.

---

my kuroken headcanons # 1 | #2

[meryldian]

Hi, i'm loving your work, you're so talented. I was wondering if you could do an arguing with the Kaulitz twins (separate) HC please? ❤

I sure can!! Tysm for the request ִ ࣪𖤐

✶ Arguing with the Kaulitz Twins ✶

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

★ Bill Kaulitz ★

Let’s start softly

This may have been said many, many, many times but it’s true. You guys rarely fight, but! When it comes to little arguments over some petty topics I’m afraid it’s the opposite.

It never lasts long.

You accidentally pulled a loose thread on his silk shirt? He’s going to pout about it for the next thirty minutes

You stepped on him? He will dramatically say you’re plotting against him

Missed a chord on stage? Oh he will be genuinely annoyed for a little while

When it comes to serious arguments though, you need something big to anger him so badly.

It would start just like your usual bickering. Making petty remarks at each other and someetimes avoiding the main issue.

Once his face drops and he goes completely serious you know it's about to go down.

Bill can be very pigheaded so he will stick to his point no matter what. He likes being right just as he likes being in control.

He's the type to speak really fast and cut your word because he feels the need to explain himself.

Is very consious of what he says though, he will never say something hurtful that he doesn't mean.

It's a different story if he actually means it. He's brutally honest and if you did something bad he will tell you without sugarcoating it, even if it can come across as rude.

Bill can take a lot in but there's always a point where he breaks, it's normal.

Look he's not a rude person at all, but he's not one to let things slide either.

A flaw of his is that he may say a hundred things at once and expect you to listen through but there's times when one of your first replies will make him cry or freak out right away. Ofc not always but it's one of the things Bill would need to work on.

He is not that aggressive but is VERY defensive.

Bill doesn't like conflict though, this is really a worst case scenario where something comes up and you guys need to argue it out.

Friendly reminder that it is necessary in relationships to argue from time to time as long as it stays healthy.

If the argument gets too heated Bill prefers that you both part ways for a couple hours to cool down. Then you discuss again after re-arranging your thoughts.

At the end of the day he never meant wrong, he just wants to fix whatever came up.

Bill would feel terrible after you fight. He genuinely fears you’ll leave him or start hating him.

Would not apologize instantly because his pride plays a big game, but give it some minutes or an hour; worst case a day and he will come back sobbing and asking for your forgiveness, expressing how much he loves you and how he never meant to fight.

You’re the type to be angry at each other but still cuddle at night.

Hug him and tell him he's valid please.

☆ Tom Kaulitz ☆

Tom, Tom, Tom

Believe it or not, Tom becomes quite submissive when he's very emphatuated with someone.

He really is at your mercy.

Yet it doesn't change the fact that he's a bit of a hot-head and just like Bill, he likes when he's right.

Let's not forget Tom was a bit of a punk activist growing up. You get what I mean when I say that be likes to get his point across. (Y'all need to read Bill's book if you speak/understand german it's a GEM. There's also a girl narrating some of it in spanish on YT :)

Unfortunately, arguments do happen often. Sometimes it’s really nothing but other times it can get pretty ugly.

When you guys are mad at each other everyone knows that it's better to leave you be because it will get loud.

Your fights range from small discussions that you have often to actual screaming matches when it gets bad.

It's inevitable for the both of you to raise your voices as each other in these cases.

The reasons may vary. It can be miscommunication, ESPECIALLY in 2006-8 when you were still young teens experiencing the world of fame.

Jealousy, for sure. I can see Tom being skilled enough at hiding it but he’s very possessive still.

And well, it’s still Tom. Again if you focus on his earlier years of fame the amount of girls throwing themselves at him can definitely be a cause of conflict.

Unless you’re very chill about it.

There’s definitely still possessiveness on Tom’s side.

I feel like neither of you would really know how to process the frustration.

A little thing to take into consideration is that you’d be the couple that argues, yell that you hate each other and then 10 minutes later you’ll be back to normal and never speak of it again.

Which you need to work on.

It’s because of this very reason that some of your fighting topics can be repetitive.

From what the twins have confessed, they could get pretty aggressive with their surroundings.

Tom would never, NEVER, raise a hand at you. No need to worry.

But the items around him can’t say the same.

He’s the kind of person that feels the anger in him build up physically and needs some release. When he’s fuming, in the worst of scenarios some tables would be kicked or some object would fly around. Just never at you.

This habit does get worked on throughout time though, he matures and grows.

The only physical fight that would ever go down is a pillow fight. Or play fights. Or in bed. But that’s another story.

A bit similar to Bill, Tom needs some time to cool off, just does it more impulsively.

He would walk out sometimes because it’s far too overwhelming.

Makeup sex is a big thing in your relationship.

Tom would love to express himself better and talk things through he simply needs help doing it.

Maybe you’re the help he needs.

[daichiduskdrop]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chapter 11

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight mentions of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3435

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragons-flare @fangirl125reader

Previous:

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

With the night continuing on calmly for a while, snow eventually started falling rapidly. The storm, more like a blizzard started around midnight. And after a while hail started to fall too.

The soft pattering sound turned into much louder and harsher booms, eventually waking you up. 

With your eyes fluttering open, you sighed out tiredly before curling up closer into yourself. Hugging the hoodie to your chest, you started to feel more and more consious about the loudness around you. 

It sounded harsh to your ears, like hundreds of fireworks going off at the same time, and when light flashed behind the curtains you were more than definitely freaked out now.

You were still very tired, woken up so suddenly you didn't understand well what was happening. Your sleepy brain wasn't able to comprehend the harsh weather. Only noting of the noise you felt your breathing quicken.

Throwing the blanket back, you stumbled out of the bed, almost falling before you were quick to scurry towards the doors of your room. 

Just as you were about to pull them open, loud boom sounded out, and with that the thunder started. The snow continued, hail still falling as you yelped out startled. 

Rushing out through the entrance you were standing in the now fully dark corridor, whining, you were terrified. Not being able to remember any of the rooms, you blindly rushed towards the first ones in sight.

Not bothering with knocking, you knew that the men were most likely dead asleep, they wouldn't likely wake up. So, with the tears starting to stream down you face you stumbled into the dark room. 

You couldn't see much, your eyes still not adjusted to the darkness and so you walked blindly, your now loud sobs filling the room. The man woke up immediately after hearing those, sitting up quickly in bed before he rushed towards you. 

Your shaking figure looked so small in the odd lights of the lightingbolts, your shoulders moving up and down virgously with your cries.

Taking a hold of your cheeks the alpha looked in your eyes, bending down to be in eye level with you. His eyes were soft and concerned, looking back towards the entrance he pulled you to his chest. 

„Sweetheart? Pup, what's wrong? Tell alpha baby 'mega.” Namjoon's voice was rough from sleep but he still made effort to soften it up for your ears. You were startled enough already. 

You didn't get to even try to answer before another loud boom sounded around you. It rumbled and growled and you were just getting more and more stressed out. 

Whimpering at the thunder, you moved to cling to his body, your arms stretching upwards to grib his soft cotton t-shirt he wore to sleep. Understanding the problem, he furrowed his eyebrows.

„Oh baby... I know, it's scary. Come here, come to alpha sweet cub. Let alpha hold you, it's okay.” whimpering into Namjoon's neck you sniffled. 

Picking you up under your thighs, he helped guide your legs around his waist, lightly patting you at your hips in a comforting pattern. He didn't expect it to be so loud himself, the city must be right in the middle of the storm...

The digital alarm clock he had placed on the bedside table showed 1:10, sighing out he smiled softly at you, cradling you closer to his warm chest. 

He knew well that it was usual for the lowest ranking second genders to get scared with loud noises and with the flashing lights added, he wasn't shocked by your reaction at all. 

Pushing your head gently to his neck he allowed you to snuggle closer to himself, and after turning on the big standing lamp that he had placed close to his bed, warm light enfulged the room. 

Walking around with you through the room for a few minutes, he watched gently as you settled down more and more. With every passing second you melted into his body a bit more, making him smile softly at you. 

He was very tired still, gone to bed only about two or so hours ago after making his final round through all the rooms occupied by his packmates, and now you too. It felt normal for him to check in on everyone before going to bed, making sure that everything was okay.

Sometimes, one of them would wake up, earlier when they just became a pack it would startle them a little, especially the youngest Kookie, but now that they grew used to it, they didn't mind at all.

Carresing your back, Namjoon took a seat on his bed again, adjusting the covers so he could sit just on the mattress, he smiled at you. 

Your arms hooked around his neck you fisted the back of his shirt tightly, sitting on his lap with your legs around his waist, slinged over the bed. 

The pack alpha wore a comfortable pair of sweats and a basic black t-shirt that loosely hung on his body. Breathing in his scent you were calmer than before, only a few occasional sniffles coming from you when the loud thunder hit. 

When such happened, Joon was quick to pull you closer to him, if that was even possible, cradling you softly and swaying from side to side.

„Hush sweet pup, don't cry sweetheart. It's alright, alpha is here. You are safe small baby...” 

And so after a few minutes of doing a great job at settling you down, he hooked one arm around you while he crawled back into the bed, throwing the duvet over the both of you. 

Sliding down so he layed back on the pillows again, he smiled at you with his dimples showing. Resting on top of his chest, you placed your head near his neck again, resting just at the place where his collarbone met the pectoralis. 

Running his fingers through your hair for a few minutes, he patted your head softly, occasionally rubbing his nose over the top of it, scenting you slightly. 

When your eyes grew tired again, it has been about thirty minutes later since the storm started. The hail has stopped by now, only the snowflakes were falling, the strong wind carrying them around in waves. 

Namjoon payed his full attention to you the whole time, even if he was tired himself, the packalpha subtled up his yawns as much as possible. 

Stretching his arm to turn of the lights he tried to be as sneaky as possible, not wanting you to get startled again from your soft and sleepy state. 

Your eyes has already been closed for a few minutes now, resting over where his heart was beating. You were holding his arm with one hand and the hoodie Hobi gave you in the other, closely tucked to your face.

With the lights off, the room was once again dark. Namjoon rested his head back, also closed his eyes. Only occasionally rubbing your head, he pulled the covers close to your face, tucking them around your sides.

With his arms around you, he too fell asleep.

❄️

The sun hadn't gone up when the alarm clock Joon had set up went off. It was winter, and while he loved the snow to a certain extent, waking up while it was still dark out just didn't do it for him.

It reminded him of the times he had to get up early to catch the flights that were still so uncomfortably booked in his earlier debut days.

Furrowing his brows, he turned it off without opening his eyes, breathing in the sweet scent covering everything around him.

Remembering what went down during the early night, he sighed softly. You were still calmly resting over him, breathing out in a slow pattern.

None of the sounds or motions woke you up, but since he had to get ready and still finish up some stuff he didn't get around to doing last night, he had to get up.

Shushing you at your whines, he sat up, gently placing you on the mattress where he had earlier fallen asleep with you, the spot still warmed up.

You only whimpered at the loss of his scent, but when he pushed a pillow heavily scented from sleeping on it so often into your arms, you just went on with your peaceful slumber.

Watching you settle back down, the packalpha rubbed at his eyes, unplugged his phone from the charger, and checked the time. It was only 6:02, so you still had time to sleep a little more.

He was glad you could; knowing how tired you probably still were, you deserved all the rest you could possibly get. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed out before going to shower with a chosen outfit in hand, you still calmly sleeping in his bed.

The next to wake up was Jin; only a few minutes after the packalpha, he too heard his phone alarm go off. They had thick soundproof walls, so any loud alarms wouldn't really go through. It was a great thing; no one would get disturbed this way.

After getting ready for the upcoming day himself, he climbed down the stairs slowly, yawning. Putting the water on the boil, he started to get breakfast ready for his pack.

Firstly, Jin started to prepare the rice, scooping it into a large metal bowl, where he then rinsed it until the water turned clear. Putting it in the rice cooker they had, he added carefully measured water as instructed. Turning it on, he went on to prepare the soup and side dishes for today.

The alpha already started the soup yesterday since it had a longer prep time. After taking you to Hoseok, he first started by soaking the short ribs, drawing out some blood.

After the thirty-minute timer went off, he was quick to blanch them in boiling water, removing all the remaining blood and some of the fat too.

After boiling the meat for a little bit, he added sliced radish, onions, garlic, and a little bit of ginger too, being mindful not to make it spicy for you.

Seasoning it with salt and soy sauce, he brought the soup to a boil for a longer period of time until the meat turned tender, just in time before he too went to bed.

Now all he had to do was prepare the soup to be served. Carrying the big pot to the stove, he stirred it occasionally until it was brought to a boil. Tasting it and seasoning it to taste, Jin added dangmyeon, letting it boil for only a few minutes before he turned the stove off.

Meanwhile, he cut some of the radish into bite-size pieces before boiling the soup again, making sure it would soften up a bit so it wouldn't be hard to bite into.

With Namjoon walking down the stairs, he greeted him calmly, already pouring him a bowl. The rice was resting for only a short while, but the packalpha never minded, so he served him a big bowl of the steaming white.

„Pup came to me last night. The storm woke her up.” He sighed tiredly, digging in. Looking back at him, Jin felt worry creep up on him.

„Poor thing. She must have been terrified.” Looking out from the window near the kitchen, it was still dark. By now, only a few snowflakes have been falling, but the snow must have grown a good few centimetres over the night.

„She was. But it's alright, she is asleep in my room now.” Nodding at that, Jin prepared himself and the other alpha a cup of coffee. They had a long day ahead.

Also helping himself to some breakfast, more and more of the packmates started to trickle in with the passing time.

With Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok already munching on the rice and soup with the few side dishes, Jin cleaning around a bit and Namjoon reading over news on a tablet, the morning was going peacefully. Rubbing his face the packalpha noticed the time.

„I'll go wake Y/N up...” He murmured, getting up. After mentioning your name he had many eyes settled on him already, interested.

Going to call out about also going, Jin was fast to calm the ecstatic alpha down. „Taehyung-ah, come help me with the trash, we still have to take the bins out before the garbage truck comes.”

Looking over at his elder with his lips opened up a bit, ready to cry out his pack alpha's name, he nodded defeated. There would be next time, he supposed.

Walking up the stairs slowly, Namjoon wanted to prolong your sleep for as long as possible. Going into your room, he looked around for your clothes you chose yesterday for your upcoming day.

Shuffling around he pulled the neatly folded clothes from the plastic bag, he also took your hairbrush and other toiletries you took with yourself, left in the bathroom yesterday.

Ruffling up his hair, he softly opened his room doors, looking in before he stepped any further.

You were curled up underneath his grey sheets, your back turned to the doors, the brown jumper and pillow hugged to your chest tightly.

Smiling at you, he walked towards you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed before he gently rubber over your covered shoulder.

„Baby cub, wake up... Come on pup, it's time to get up now.” moving around a little the alpha chuckled at you. It was still dark out, even if it was only a bit before 7 in the morning.

„I know sweetheart. Come here, baby.” uncovering your shoulders, you were met with harsh cold air, whining softly at it, curling up into yourself more. The packalpha was quick to shush you, sneaking his hands under your arms before he pulled you up to sit up.

With your eyes open only a little bit, you watched with blurry vision as Namjoon ran his fingers through your hair, taming it down for you.

After a few minutes you were gently coaxed awake, and after letting you change into your outfit in the bathroom, the packalpha patted the bed again, right infront of where he was sitting.

With a hairbrush in hand, he gently brushed through your locks, letting your hair be down for today. He wouldn't be able to do much else anyways, only maybe tie a ponytail for you.

You would have to ask someone much more clever like Yoongi or Jin to make you something like frenchbraids.

Smiling at you softly, he lead you to the kitchen again, allowing you to take a seat before he sat down himself again, the now much cooler coffee cup still not empty.

At your presence the now full pack grew more aware, cooing at your still sleepy state. Quick to also prepare you a bowl of soup and rice Jin handed you a spoon. „Your outfit is so cute babycheeks.”

Tae complimented, watching over your reaction. Even if you were still sleepy, your cheeks reacted fast, warming up to a pink shade.

You weren't wearing anything special, only wanting to keep yourself warm from the cold weather outside. Since noone at art schools like yours judged what the other students were wearing too much, you didn't have to worry that bad.

A plush oversized cream coloured jumper you wore suited you well, the dark brown ribbed turleneck peeking through only the smallest bit at the neck and wrists. Opting for a pair of comfortable fitting loose baggy thicker black jeans you looked - and felt - comfortable.

Thanking for the compliment softly, you started to eat the breakfast yourself. It was a comforting food, warming you up from inside quickly. „It's very tasty Jin!” You looked at the alpha, meeting his eyes while smiling. He did so too, his eyes scrunching up a bit.

„Thank you soft peaches. Here, drink up your juice and get ready, we have to be leaving soon. It's gonna be almost 20 in a few minutes...” mumbling, the alpha handed you a glass of juice just like he did a few times before.

Thanking him softly, you finished your breakfast, Jungkook picking up your now mostly empty bowls, looking at how much you ate. Satisfied, knowing you won't be too hungry any time soon, he smiled at you with his bunny like teeth showing.

„Good job babybun.” combing his fingers through your hair, he left to also get ready, still wearing whatever he was sleeping in earlier. Following up in a few seconds, you met Yoongi while walking up the stairs.

„..Kitten slow down baby-! Don't run.” His caring words came to deaf ears as you just nodded abstinently, quickly jumping up the few last stairs.

The alpha was already ready to go, with a backpack slung over his shoulder he had everything he needed on him for the day. Since his own morning coffee was still a bit too hot when he tried to drink it, he left it to cool down while he gone to prepare in his room.

He watched over you as you ran up the few last stairs before he shook his head softly. One day for sure you'll trip if this continues. Sighing out at the thought he slumped down in his seat at the kitchen table, most of the men ready to leave or gone, doing so at the moment.

Quickly brushing your teeth, you used mouthwash that layed on the countertop. After packing up everything you needed for school, you hoped you didn't forget anything. Filling up your water bottle with some water in the tap downstairs, you were gently nudged by the alpha.

„Princess do you want just water? We have some sirups here, let's see... There's raspberry, blueberry and we even have some homemade one from Jin's hyungs uncle's strawberry farm. I'll pour you a glass so you can try, it's tasty.”

Filling up the glass with only enough to cover the bottom, he poured the rest full of filtered through water. Handing it to you, he watched closely how you liked it. It was very good, much better than any store bought ones you ever tried. Nodding at the taste he smiled at you, Jimin's eyes closing up into crescent shapes.

„Good. I'll prepare it into your water bottle, what do you say?” Nodding eagerly, you looked at him. You were more than grateful for their kind gestures.

Closing the lid tightly for you, the alpha helped slid it into your open backpack, only a few things laying around in it. With your phone safely tucked in your pants pocket, you were just about to go to put on your jacket when Jin stopped you.

„Cub, here, I prepared you a lunch box. Eat well alright sweet baby? Do you eat at the cafeteria?” Handing you the steel dosirak case, it felt heavier than any other ones you ever made for yourself.

You would often forget to prepare yourself a good lunch, and with the small spare change you only had you weren't really ever able to afford any food at the cantine. You were used to skipping meals from time to time, sometimes unconsciously doing so.

„Thank you! Um... I usually just eat outside of the building or somewhere close. There is a nice park close by the school.” You mumbled the last bits of the sentence. The alpha didn't have time to reply before Hoseok was already calling for them to get in the car.

Rushing to tie your shoes you allowed the two other alphas to coddle you a little before leaving the house, making sure your boots were tied properly, the scarf knotted well and jacked zipped up all the way to your neck. With Jimin and Jin on either side of you, you watched as the older placed the passcode in, locking the main entrance.

With their heavy coats on, the packmates all filled in the black van, this time driven by their youngest. Pulled to sit in the middle once again, you huddled between Yoongi and Hobi, still a little tired.

The sun has only started to rise up, and so you yawned a little, your backpack placed by Hobi's feet. Rubbing your head gently, the alpha cooed at you. Typing in the address of your school and saving it into starred locations the car GPS system hosted, Kook backed up from the drive way.

And so with Coldplay playing on the music radio system, you let Yoongi nudge your still tired head to his awaiting shoulder. Looking at his face, he quickly avoided your gaze, looking out of the window.

„Rest for a bit kitty. It will take a bit sweet baby. We got you, you'll be okay.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

Next:

[phightingheadcanons]

Headcanons i have about the phighters i tend to play the most (i play alot of different ppl and this isn't even all of them anymore-)

Katana

- has a phone, but its like a *really* old phone that uses like, 3g or smth (it is.. so slow.. but he barely uses it anyways)

- would rather send letters through some mail system to talk to people than calling or texting

- When him and Hyperlaser go out for drinks (like two, maybe three times a month me thinks) he usually gets a drink that tastes sweet or a little bit fruity.

- ^ Katana will also get harder/darker liquors, but he prefers the lighter stuff so more sweet/fruit flavors come through over the alchohol taste

Rocket

- is actually pretty self-consious about his arm and leg, but just masks it most of the time

- he loves the prosthetics themselves, but feels like he'll be judged by others for having them (even though he knows they almost definetely wont)

- Rocket actually needs Zuka's help sometimes to clean up his horns and maintain the way they look (Zuka always chuckles when he asks because Rocket always asks a little awkwardly)

Scythe

- her white eye isnt like glass eye or a blind eye or anything, its just naturaly completely white. like the sclera, iris, and pupil are all just naturally white, and no one knows why.

- ^ Medkit has tried to figure out why and has pulled more than one all-nighter (not in a row) to figure out, no no avail

- ^ her eye being white doesnt affect her vision at all, surprisingly. Scythe can see perfectly fine with it. the worst it gets its a little bit blurry sometimes, like a super weak gausian blur over everything, but only out of her left eye.

- Her right eye is completely fine and normal. She uses the lens thing to see farther away for better aim when she has her scythe in rifle mode.

- ^ the lenses have the three different levels of zoom and focus, and can be adjusted (not while in use though)

Shuriken

- because ninja vibes and vigilante, he's learned to walk silently and scares Vinestaff and Slingshot alot. sometimes by accident, sometimes on purpose, just depends on his mood rlly.

- Shurifin is an inside joke between him Vinestaff and Slingshot when he dressed up in a really tacky fish costume for halloween one year (like amazon 5 bucks kind of cheap)

- he learned how to patch himself up pretty well so Vinestaff and Slingshot didnt suspect anything when he came late from vigilante stuff (saw this from another anon, love it sm so i included it here bc it really does just fit)

Vinestaff

- alot of people think she's self-concious about her arm, but she really isnt. yeah she doesnt exactly like the fact that her arm is tree, but she's learned to live with it

- her arm sprouts during spring/summer. i like the cherry blossom idea that i saw from a another anon too (im sorry i dont remember who you are-)

- ^ Vinestaff tolerates her arm more in the spring because of the pretty pink cherry blossoms, and likes how it looks throughout summer too. once it hits fall or winter though she goes back to not liking it as much because its bare and pretty much just bark, no pretty flowers or blossoms

- 🌌✨️ anon

"Ohhhh I love thosee"

[nardos-primetime]

There's so many different ideas I have for a Leo and Donnie Fusion bc of LED. Like none of them rlly fit him canonically, but the various concepts could be such interesting fics, like.

Leo and Donnie having to use their ninpo so close to each other during a stressful situation and it backfires in a way and they wake up confused in one body.

Leo and Donnie arguing in Donnie's lab while he's working on some shit and Leo gets a little heated and shoves Donnie just a little but it breaks something or they're in the line of fire of something that sets off and now Donnie has no clue how to undo it and they're still pissed so they're trying to desperately coordinate themselves.

A Fusion who for whatever reason is ran off after fusing and has somewhat of his own consious while Leo and Donnie argue over his shoulders half of the time. He's just depressed and carrying out any vigilante justice he can, so he doesn't feel like he's letting Mikey and Raph down while they try and fix their situation.

Fusing to save one of their lives in the doomed timeline or something but it goes wrong, resulting in a fusion who knows its about to die any day soon but using the infection in his own body as a way to test and hopefully find a cure before he can't go on anymore while also acting as brave of a leader he can.

Alternatively a Fusion that dies in a similar situation as the last immediately, resulting in Mikey and Raph having lost two brothers instead of one and having to watch as their shared, half-and-half body is used against the same people they wanted to protect.

Also badass Fusion directly in the midst of battle whole Raph and Mikey are somehow out for the count, yes PLEASE? Donnie's bo staff with a spear from Leo's sword at the end? Mixing their ninpo? Whoever the fuck messed with their family is DEAD on the spot this man has guns and teleportation.

Fic of Raph and Mikey having to get used to a Fusion of Leo and Donnie, Leo and Donnie also having to get used to themselves. It's a little awkward but sweet overall.

A Fusion of them having a Leo breakdown or a Donnie breakdown and from the first time they're actually feeling how the other feels and hearing what the other hears and they finally are put in each others' shoes and do their best to calm the other down.

There are SO many possibilities its SO COOL more fusions PLEASE PLEASE PLEAASE I'm gonna make like 5 different Fusion designs for different stories because I just love coming at the same concept from different angles it's FUNNN

[legosreallyarekissable]

analyazing /ranting aboutt ninjago full potential a bit in a deeper level in s1 because im rewatching it. Part 1 : ZANEEEE

So as we know, for someone to get their full potential they must let go of something that's holding them back. Understand something. For Zane, I think it was knowing why he acted "weird". I don't think the show really shows it idk but especially in the 2nd episode, the one where zane is presumed to be ( autistic ) he's stuck our from the others. Zane likely notices how he's 'different' and probaly more self consious about it then we can see, or thinks more about it. I say this because after finding out he was a robot and gaining his memmories, shortly after is when he gets his full potential. Let me go check "You will not hurt my friends! There is nothing that will hold me back. I know who i am!" OK SO 1ST OF ALL as we all know how sweet zane is, the 1st sentence says it all. He was built to protect and he ended up protecting his friends ( SOBBING <3 ) When he had a whole idenity crisis and confusion of his idenity of finding out he was a robot the other 3 was there for him. They accepted him. Which is likely what helped him piece his own charecter to know he is, and who his friends were. 2nd of all, hearing the other two sentences made my stupid mind connect that knowing he was a robot and then the full potential coming was infact, related. IM STUPID OKAY SIGH In summary it was learning why he was different, learning to accept it, and having friends to support his idenity was what caused him to find his true potential. Knowing who he was!! Knowing he was built to protect others may I add must've awoken that potential in him to protect the people closest to him!!!

[richievent]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Sapnap remembers the Community House

That was a normal night in their house, karl was sitting on the couch of the living room looking at the window playing with his rings confortable a little more consious than other days not traveling back in time while sapnap was making the dinner he look at sapnap before sight chosing to try his chance and he request Sapnap attention with his question .

"Do.... do you have a memory you wish to forget Sapnap ?"

The revenette stop his movement before turn to karl a question look in the eyes .

"Why are you asking this " he look at the other in the eyes.

"I don't know I just feel curious you don't have to answere If you don't want to "

"No that alright I... just thinking"

sapnap walk away from the kitchen taking a long look around and he start talking again .

"I some of my memory I wouldn't want to forget that really precious like our date you know but I suppose... I have some that I wish to forget that would... make think more easy... would let me..."

karl just look at him gently waiting for him to continu

"would let you ?"

"Would let me feel less angry and frusted"

Karl look away at the window before looking again at his fiance who seem still frustated and frowning.

"You still are angry about the destrution of the community house ?"

" ... yeah I just wish they let this... but knowing the server I should have know that they would ruin it, this... it's the first building of the server so much memory linked to it ."

Sapnap look fondly lost in some kind of memory a face he don't have easly nowaday a little smile form in karl face because of this.

"How that was ?"

"Peaceful. That was just us we we're running around all day, getting material for Dream.... he like to always update it and we we're fighting all the time george and me this little shit always hidding behind Dream when he was doing wrong, and at night everyone come back and we we're all sleeping together ."

Sapnap continu lost in his throught.

"Far more laught before than now and sometime you know when I close my eyes I see and hear it again those moment of pure bliss we're all was far more easy. When that was just me Dream, George, Callahan, Sam, Alysa and punz but at first they were here for job because they were paid by Dream but we become good friend... I suppose I don't understand how Dream turn out, how george sleep most of the time and can't make difference betwin reality and dream... I haven't seen Callalan since a while... our group isn't here anymore.... I suppose I just feel really nostalgic right now sorry to annoy you ."

Karl smile gently walking to sapnap and hold his hands gently.

"Don't apology please you have done no wrong always happy to hear about you Sap"

Sapnap kiss him and karl kiss back karl is the first to get away and he essite before chosing to ask .

"But why... why you don't want to remember ?"

"That would hurt less."

Karl take a long look to the other .

Sapnap eyes where feeled by a storm of feeling that couldn't be tell by name karl sight understanding that it's time to let go of the conversation.

"So what are we eating ?"

[power-handmaiden]

Day 54: Not Pounded By My Handsome Sentient Stoker Award Nomination For Camp Damascus Because The Two Of Us Are Too Busy Celebrating The Fact That A Story With An Autistic Lead Character By An Autistic Author Made The Shortlist For A Major Literary Award And Now We’re Donating Some Money To Autistic Self Advocacy Network

I highly doubt anyone following me for tinglerposting is not also following Dr. Tingle, but here's a link to the tingler just in case, since it's up for free with suggested donation to a good cause.

So, I just jump out of my rough chronological order to read a new tingler while it's most relevant, but it turns out this one is actually a really good companion to the one I read yesterday: two tinglers that deal directly with Dr. Tingle's feelings on being a writer and on his readership, separated by 8 years and hundreds of published stories.

The biggest difference in those 8 years is how much unironic attention Dr. Tingle has gotten through his horror writing. In yesterday's tingler he has a very warranted frivolous attitude toward the reader, who is probably just reading his erotica as a comedic work (side note, I forgot to mention yesterday, but listening to it via the podcast episode added a layer to that moment, as the narrator was clearly doing just that) while today's tingler begins with a feeling of high anxiety over the new type of attention that is coming in.

Now, I fully admit that this might be projection on my part, and for as unsubtle as this tingler is it doesn't address this in particular, but... when I look at these side-by-side, I see an autistic experience around indulging in one's interests in the way the attitudes in these tinglers have developed over time. Dr. Tingle has always seemed to have a sense of peace around how the stories he takes seriously as he writes them are humorous to the general public. He's always welcomed the audience laughter, the dramatic readings, the podcast I keep coming back to. There's an expectation for a lot of neurodivergent people that the way we engage in things won't be received on the same level by the general. Often, for the more social among us, even if others laugh, as long as they aren't maliciously mocking we all can have fun together even if the mutual understanding isn't perfect. The familiarity of can become comfortable.

To suddenly be taken seriously after getting used to being seen as an inherently silly imdividual can be terrifying! Even more so when you gain attention for excelling at one thing but you're unsure how all these new attention givers will respond to your "weird" traits- this point in particular is addressed directly, in some unexpected mid-tingler self-consciousness from Dr. Tingle in this one. Usually the "Chuck Tingle" space appears to be where he can just write these ideas without being self-consious about them, but in this one it's where he can be vulnerable and work through his self-doubt.

Also, it's really cool to see how the nature of these meta tinglers themselves have changed because tinglers have expanded in scope over time. In the early ones, sometimes the protagonist has gay sex simply because he's aware it's how the kind of story he's in has to progress, but nowadays, the structure of the tingler encompasses other experiences as well and can instead culminate in a call for a charitable donation.

[lukaswars]

Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis

Summary: When Oliver's plan of killing Felix goes wrong and he survives, the man drifts off into total madness. He finds comfort in Greek Mythology and he comes back to Felix with a plan - he wants to show the other man what happens to creatures that don't play along to his little games.

TW: attempted murder (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,065 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images/gifs used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated mwah 🫃

The vein on his is so tempting, the sweet, sweet scent of his sweat and the goosebumps on his arms, the dilated pupils and his whiny voice. Oliver gulps as he gets another whiff of Felix, the great amount of pheromones making the temptation unendurable for him. He struggles to pay attention to a single word his friend is saying, his mind is racing. A tiny droplet of sweat runs down Oliver's back, making him aware of his own vulnerable state. He can't escape this, it will always be like this. Oliver always looks for a new victim, this time however, he found someone special. Someone he wants to devour, yet keep alive forever.

—

Felix's body is barely breathing, he is barely even alive. His life depending on the silver machine tied to him. It was all just luck, he was lucky to survive the posion, lucky to survive Oliver's anger. He survived it, he didn't escape Oliver, though. And Felix knows, he knows Oliver is present in his room. Watching him breathe slowly, listening to the subtly and annoying beeps, the green line demonstrating Felix's heartbeat. Oliver is here and he came with a plan.

"I know you've been feeling quite lonely, mate. Must be tough to find out how many people actually give a shit about their oh-so loved rich boy, isn't it? How often did your friends visit you, Felix? Did they even come by once? Has it just been Venetia and Farleigh? I've been trying to show you, nobody cares about you as much as I do. They don't care about your endless talking, your endless rants about things that don't matter. Nobody ever cared, Felix." Oliver chuckles as he pulls up his long sleeves. "You know that, though, don't you? That people only want your money. That's why you pretend to be such a sweet, sweet boy, to manipulate people into caring about you. I know what you are, you're a fucking freak, a little pervert. A fucked up little pervert, Felix. You watched me consume parts of you, you got off to the fact that I was always there, watching you. You wanted me, you wanted to fuck me so badly."

Felix can't reply, the medicine he's taking is barely keeping him consious. He just stares at Oliver, the man who has been fullfilling his darkest fantasies, the man who tried to kill him a few nights ago.

"I brought you a little present, something to remind you of your position." Oliver's voice was low, symbolizing lust. He proceeds to step closer, his hand reaching in his pocket. Felix's eyes widen as he recognizes that in the jar, made of glass, is a rather big, black scorpion captured. It's sealed with a lid, the scorpion seems to have accepted it's fate already. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I got him the other day, he's quite calm, for a scorpion anyway. Thought I might introduce you guys and now seems like the perfect time to do so. Felix Catton, this is Hades, my Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis, my little project." Oliver doesn't take his eyes off the scorpion as he walks even closer, letting Felix smell his own aftershave. "Are you any familiar with Greek Mythology? Hades stands for Scorpios, debatable but the best zodiac sign, in my eyes. He stands for passion, secrecy and boldness. When I found out about them, I had to get one for myself. My own little Hades to keep."

Felix gulps, he desperately wants to move, get away from Oliver who is actively scaring him, the deadly animal in his hands like it means nothing to him.

"He's pissing me off, though, he doesn't really play along to my games like any human would. He has his own mind and he's hungry, Felix. Hungry for some insects, something filled to the brim with blood, something with a beating heart he can tear apart." He shakes the jar. "Am I right, Hades? You're upset with daddy, he has been neglecting his poor son for too long." Felix mouth opens, he wants to tell Oliver to leave him alone, he doesn't want to play these games anymore. He's scared and Oliver knows. "It's about time I show both of you what happens when you don't play along, about time I show you why it's better to do anything to please me." Within a few seconds, he unscrews the lid. Felix whimpers quitely, fear and adrenaline filling his body up. He needs help, someone has to be around to help him, right? "Don't be scared, pretty one, even if he hurts you, you won't be in pain for a long time." Felix starts to question whether Oliver really has done some research on scorpions, even he knows that getting stung by one can cause pain for several hours. If he didn't, he is literally bat shit crazy for carrying one around with him for god-knows how long.

Felix watches, his eyes wide in fear, as Oliver's fingers reach for the black, glossy animal like it's a hamster. He gives up and turns the jar upside down. As it falls right in Oliver's hand, a small gasp leaves the other man's mouth. "There we go, now let me just," with his bare hands, Oliver twists the insects head, killing it instantly. "Bye-bye Hades." For the first time in several minutes, he looks up, a pout on his lips, the dead body in his hands. Felix feels a flash of relief running through his veins, he closes his eyes for a second. "Now, onto the interesting part."

A loud crack causes Felix to tear his eyes open again. The dead, poor body of the scorpion was now in Oliver's mouth. He's eating it, raw. There isn't a single expression on his face. Not a single sign of regret. The cracking sounds of it's outer shell breaking makes Felix feel sick, he doesn't want to see this, he wants to look away. He can't, though, his eyes are glued to Oliver's sharp teeth that continue to dig into the little body.

"If you can't be what you want to be, you have to take it in your own hands. I wasn't lucky enough to be a scorpio at birth, consuming one will turn a part of me into one, though. If Hades wants my forgiveness he should beg for it, on his knees."

[terrys-min-catl]

abuse mention warning! if you're bad triggered by abuse mention and cant stand statements abt post victims abuse. then please ignore this post.

you've been warned

little sketch to not just there to exist my river of consious I see that many people perceive the conclusion of the arc as wrong because of Kevin's words about his father. That he wants to be better than his father, but quotes him and forgives him. And I didn't see the conclusion otherwise. lets talk abt this

"Can a victim of abuse say something like that?" Yes. They can and will say. We all see only a way where the victim of abuse becomes a healthy unit of society and doesnt repeat the mistakes of the past But these are rather exceptional cases that we always want to see. Most of the victims become tyrants themselves, without even knowing it. The desire to be better alone and therapy is not enough, the victim of abuse, whether they want to or not, will accept the habits of their abuser, especially if they spend enough time with them. Stockholm syndrome has not spared anyone as much as you whitewash characters whose synonym for their name is "trauma"

Who will a child grow up to be in an abusive family? An abuser. Kevin was brainwashed into total Stockholm syndrome and forgave his father. That's it. As much as I would like to have a different outcome, Kevin will not be a good father. This is a terrible, morally disfigured cruel character from childhood. How can he be a good father? When was the last time we heard about Donovan on a podcast? And about Charles? When Cecil, in the gaps between the news, manages to cram essay on the topic of products, mentioning how much he loves his son, his creativity, behavior, as well as his husband. And most often it's all one episode, which shows how involved he is in the family, how much he appreciates it, then Kevin… It's as if he exists in a vacuum from it. Whether he is so punctual, or idk. Remember the arc with mudstone abyss. How did Kevin feel about Charles' son? He disliked him so much, he couldn't accept his existence, that he began to doubt his relationship with Charles when he put him in front of a choice. It was only after the boy solved the problem with mudstone abyss that he decided to give him a chance to accept. Chance. We can only guess how things went further. But given Kevin's nature, his ways of solving problems, his problems in principle, I don't believe that their family is equivalent to Cecil's family. Naturally, I also want to believe that Charles is teaching him to be a good and accepting parent, that their life is beautiful in its own way, but it sounds too beautiful and unrealistic to me. sorry

The victims of abuse (in any relationship) will never come out healthy, and they will not be healthy anymore. Abuse is cyclical and not many people manage to get out of it, and even then not completely

Do you think that Kevin, who survived the abuse, will just let himself go from the past (but already in the present) and will not try to start from the beginning, but under his own supervision? I think their relationship is going to be kind of weird, but I believe in their existence. I don't think he needs to mention strexcorp every time he says something out of the ordinary. I didn't see any other outcome.

And Kevin himself?. Well, I love Kevin, I'm so happy at every au where he's mentioned. I like to joke about his silly nature, I want to hug him, my comfort character (even after such statements) and etc. But I see this character far beyond that. I see him as a person who has gone through a lot of terrible things and is still going through these terrible things. This is a brainwashed person, a victim of abuse, who is an abuser himself. This is a cruel person who goes to his goal, who sees his path as exceptionally correct and does not consider other outcomes of events. He will grow his little self up to be like himself, as any other person would do if they had a chance

I'm okay with the end of the arc, because I can't imagine a picture where Kevin just lets go of the past, where Kevin abruptly realizes all his mistakes, where Kevin will change his worldview, where Kevin won't want to repeat, but on his own behalf The character of black and gray morality moves forward, seeing only one path in front of him, and that is already trodden before him

In conclusion. I liked the arc, again, I liked the end, again, but I think it's too fast. this arc could be made as long as the arch with the university what it is, even longer. Where were we in a hurry? there was so much potential here, but like hh (pls forgive me for such analogy), we were shown only plot episodes and a very fast crumpled end. The end is fire, the way to this end is so-so let's hope that the authors will no longer mention so directly and unilaterally such conflicting topics as "family abuse"

Maybe my thoughts are not quite right, but everyone have their own pov and thats okay

[twsthc]

TWST GENDER AND SEXUALITY HCS

thanks again for submitting stuff on twitter! i tried to include everyones hcs somehow but also keep it true to my own hcs. again this took forever so sorry for any writing/grammar inconsistencies

⚠️ warnings: i typed the word "transmascpilled" with a straight face, light chapter 3 spoilers!!

last updated: oct 6, 2023

HEARTSLABYUL 🥀

Riddle: Unlabled Questioning Asexual, Transfem (she/any)

because of her parents i think her identity was the last thing on her mind

after going to nrc they found out about... expression?! crazy i know

started to cautiously experiment with his identity, but isnt very open about it and is still figuring himself out.

Ace: Cupioromantic Bisexual, Cisgender (he/him)

is always getting "crushes" on people (he cant tell the difference between platonic and romantic love)

after pining for someone for like a week he gets a little "OHHH" moment

asked cater about it, got laughed at, and was directed to the lgbt wiki

despite this he can feel romantic attraction! he just feels very little. is deuce's qpp/possible romantic partner

Deuce: Pansexual, Gender curious (he/him)

hasnt really thought about his identity much but after some research (an Am I Gay Quiz) he realized he was pansexual

still figuring out his gender

type of fellow to say "HIS PRONOUNS ARE THEY THEM" /j

Cater: Queer, Transmasc NB Genderqueer (he/they/any)

@/heartslabyulian on twt explained it better than me but the resistance against his mom and sisters about "being like them" (feminine) is so transmascpilled

also i think theyre just having fun expressing themself like who cares? wear a skirt, dont bind, grow out and dye your hair, use fem terms, literally just go crazy

Trey: Cisgender Bisexual (he/him)

male/nb preference

pretty confident in his identity but isnt opposed to experimentation

SAVANACLAW 🥩

Leona: Unlabled, Intersex GNC Transfemneu (she/him)

lions are one of natures queerest animals

i think he wouldnt care too much about gender presentation

i was inspired by that gay lion in kenya (as well as the real lion king) and have come to the conclusion that leona kingscholar is bisexual (bangs gavel)

Ruggie: Pansexual, Agender/GNC Transfem (he/she/they)

read a fanfiction where ruggie used she/her and i havent been the same

expresses herself how she wants but doesnt really align with any gender

im conflicted if he would be agender or nonbinary SIGH

Jack: Panromantic Asexual, Gender curious (he/him)

still figuring out his gender just give him a minute

sex repulsed ace, hes really uncomfortable w the topic and thought of sex

all he knows is he likes boys alright

OCTAVINELLE 🐚

Azul: Bisexual, Intersex Transfem (she/he)

i think one of the reasons azul wanted us to get that picture from the museum so bad is not only cos hes self consious of his younger self but because he looked "more masculine" and he just really hated it

me when im in a depressed and self conscious competition and my opponent is azul ashengrotto [insert enel one piece shocked face reaction image]

Floyd: Unlabled, Genderfluid (he/any)

doesnt care for labels he just wants to have fun in the sun!!!

type of guy to go "im a boy but a girl but a Man but a pretty princess but also a mud eating warrior but also--"

just like me fr

Jade: Aromantic Asexual, Agender (they/he)

fucking battery

look i get its probably stereotypical to hc the typically "stoic" guy to be triple A but just hear me out: i dont care (also jade isnt even stoic he is such a silly guy!!)

its MY headcanon account and EYE get to choose which anime boy i project on

SCARABIA 🌞

Kalim: Lesbian, Transfem Genderfluid (she/he)

she has lesbian eyebrows okay?

always sliding around from fem to masc, his outfits often reflect how hes feeling

blink and she switches from ultra pink miniskirt sparkly frilly femme girly teengirl into a baggy pants oversized band shirt beanie wearing 7/11 mountain dew big gulp drinking Creature. seriously iconic

Jamil: Bisexual, Nonbinary (they/he)

they dont have time to worry about their identity

he has BILLS to PAY

but seriously they never got the time to do any self reflection when they were younger and after their OB they were able to fully come to terms with and explore their identity

POMEFIORE 👑

Vil: Queer Polyamorous, Genderqueer Transfem (she/her)

said this already on twitter but she/her vil is so real

figured herself out even before NRC

i dont have much to say about pomefiore as a whole tbh like theyre just Gay it just makes sense?

Rook: Pansexual Polyamorous, Agender (they/them)

this is the one hc i will never ever budge on

i cant explain myself. rook is just agender okay.

the panpoly bit is because he sees beauty in everyone and wants to share beauty with everyone (and he wants potential romantic partners to share beauty with each other as well)

Epel: Gay, Trans man (he/him)

also took an Am I Gay Quiz

asked vil about her identity and for advice on finding himself and stuff

he came out to leona as trans during practice and leona was like "okay? me too? now do 30 pull ups?" and epel was so happy

IGNIHYDE 💀

Idia: Bisexual, Nonbinary (he/they/xe/it ++)

i think lilia canonically uses he/they pronouns for gloomurai. im not fact checking this i will just saw someone on twt say it once and choose to believe

probably found out he was bi after playing an otome game

list of neos: xe/it/exe/cy/vi/byte/if/gore

Ortho: Experimenting (he/it/neos)

someone on twitter said ortho was that ""cringe"" baby queer who is constantly changing his identity and trying out different pronouns

and it reminded me of myself when i was 12 and named myself ""moth"" 😭 so its canon now

idia is supportive and uses his heaps of money to buy new pride flags/pins for whenever ortho comes to a new conclusion

DIASOMNIA 🐉

Malleus: Pansexual, Agender (any pronouns)

doesnt care about gender constructs, but in a way thats like "human gender doesnt make any sense so you can perceive me any way you want and it literally will not matter i dont care"

didnt even realize that going by different pronouns and wearing fem clothes was considered to be out of the norm until being introduced to human society

Lilia: Unlabeled, Agender (no pronouns)

again for fae gender isnt a construct as much as it is for human societies

id imagine lilia doesnt really mind using he/him pronouns after learning about those constructs but really doesnt care for them

Silver: Lesbian, Nonbinary (he/him)

when lilia took silver in, lilia didnt want to get too close to him, so lilia just used he/him on silver as a bitter reminder that silver isnt fae (contrary to raising silver without pronouns like he would typically for a fae child like malleus)

but then lilia got attached anyway LOL but the he/him stuck

kalim and silver are nonbinary lesbians in love

Sebek: Questioning, Questioning Nonbinary (he/him...?)

hes like "STUPID HUMANS AND THEIR GENDER" but at the same time is secretly questioning if its okay to use she/her pronouns, wear a wig, and put on makeup

because his dad is a human he got pronouns and grasped the concept of human gender constructs but was also able to experience his moms side of not caring about it