#the issue is that it would be too petty and a waste of energy to cut out her slices and tell her to prepare it herself

[unma]

Anyway I do not miss being the one to prepare frozen dinner for dinner. I am reminded of the fact that none of us know how to fucking use the oven, and that includes me, despite the fact that it's my duty to do it for some reason.

[ellecdc]

My love!! I have an idea for fic (only if you want to of course) james potter x reader where james is obsessed with reader’s tits and after a minor couple arguments james was still sulking and reader wants him to be the first one to talk to her so she wear very revealing clothes to tease him and he give in.

It doesn’t have to be a smut, just teasing and fluff!

hahaha awe this is so funny - the best part is, it would so work!!! Thanks for requesting 🫶

James Potter x fem!reader

CW: mention of boobs/tits/love of tits - no smut, joke about dying from suffocation on account of boobies

You were being petty; both of you were. In fact, the two of you seemed to be working overtime just to stay mad at each other at this point.

You can’t even really remember what you had argued about in the first place that caused this rift between you and James; all you knew was that you were not going to be the first to apologize.

It had been a few days since the big blow up that saw James uncharacteristically stern and firm in his words and left you feeling horribly defensive in response. Words were said, feelings were hurt, and now you were here.

Here being this awkward quasi-polite energy in your few measly interactions as you tried to co-exist in the same flat.

He made dinner one night - shrimp korma and a side of homemade naan - and you may have been mad, but you weren’t a jerk, so you thanked him for it.

You had been cleaning the flat one day and started a load of wash. You had more than enough room for more clothes, and not doing James’ wash just for the sake of it wasn’t worth the extra hit to your water bill (which wasn’t an issue, but old habits die hard in your case), so you threw his in too. And once it was washed and dried, well, you figured you might as well fold it and put it away for him. 

He had to begrudgingly thank you for that as well.

So now it was the weekend, and the two of you were clearly dying to update each other on your weeks. You couldn’t help but admit that you really missed James. You missed chatting with him, you missed laughing with him, you missed venting to him, and you missing cuddling with him.

There were other things you missed but... that was neither here nor there. 

All this to say, the feud needed to end.

But you were steadfast in your stance that you were not going to break first.

The idea came to you yesterday morning when James returned from his run sans shirt and muscles glistening with sweat in a way that actually had your mouth watering like some kind of deranged off-brand Pavlov experiment. The worst part was that James had noticed you ogling him and walked away to shower (alone, the bastard) with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

No matter, this just served to give you your brilliant master plan to win him back.

You had something James adored... two things, as a matter of fact.

Anyone who knows James Potter knows that James is a certified Boob Guy���. More specifically, James Potter loved your tits. You had two assets free to use in this battle, and you weren’t going to let that advantage go to waste. 

The weather, it seemed, supported your master plan and was finally warm and sunny enough to break out some of your more... revealing clothing. Today’s ensemble consisted of a particularly low neckline and tight-fitting tank top. You gathered a book and a bottle of water as you walked towards the back door for the terrace. James, being completely unable to break his good mannerdness even in the face of petty feuds, jumped up to get the door for you when he noticed that your hands were full. 

You made a point to use your elbows to encourage the girls a little closer together as he approached, causing him to stumble in his steps as his eyes strayed from his destination.

“Thanks, Jamie.” You murmured quietly, making sure a cool sense of indifference still coloured your tone. That seemed to shake James from his reverie as he looked up at you, a look of regret seeming to cross his face briefly at not being able to do what he would normally opt to in this situation (i.e., shove his face between them and die due to suffocation). 

“’Course.” He offered instead of saying “oh my god I love your boobies” and cleared his throat, closing the door gently behind you as you made your way to a lounge chair. 

You knew James wouldn’t have gotten far, so you read a few pages before deciding to step up this little ruse.

You slipped your tank top off to display your torso, boobs only supported by a thin bandeau wrapping around your chest. You poured a little water into your hair and then onto your chest to cool off when you heard a solid thunk on the panned glass of your back door. 

When you turned to look, you saw James’ retreating form and the tell-tale imprint of his forehead against the window where he had been standing previously. 

Though you knew you made an impact today, James seemed resolute in his sulking. No matter, tomorrow was a brand-new day.

Being a brand-new day, your morning outfit was a pair of joggers that you rolled the waist band a few times to expose more abdomen paired with a cropped top that was probably a touch too cropped to begin with, let alone paired with your currently braless state.

You could have sworn you heard James try (and fail) to suppress a groan as you entered the kitchen. You hid a smirk as you offered him a faint ‘morning’ and began readying yourself a cup of tea.

Apparently, James’ self-restraint snapped when you stood on your tip-toes to reach the honey on the second shelf of your cupboard; the action of you raising your arm causing your shirt to also lift sinfully.

“Angel.” He keened, causing you to turn your (what you hoped to look like an) innocent expression on him.

“Yes, Jamie?”

He groaned again and stood from the breakfast table, taking slow, cautious steps towards you. “I’m so sorry, love I... I hate that I let us go this long upset with each other.”

Your mouth pinched to the side as you spread your arms – inviting James into your embrace which he was all too eager to accept. “I’m sorry too, bubs. I’ve been immature.”

He half-chuckled half-groaned into your shoulder as the two of you relished in the feel of being in the other’s arms. 

“You are a cheeky little minx, torturing me like this.” He muttered.

“Like what?”

James scoffed and pulled back to look at you incredulously, but any mirth in his face was completely curtailed by the fondness oozing from his warm brown eyes.

“Oh, I’ve missed you.” He said as he bent his knees to be at eye level with your tits before he shoved his face right between them.

You rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see it, asking “who? Me or my tits?”

He was quiet for a moment as he thought about his answer. “Both?” He said, voice muffled from his place in your chest.

“I’ll allow it on account of your withdrawal.” You conceded. 

Note to self: all future arguments can be solved by flashing a little under-boob. 

[cozymochi]

Hello hello! Do your ocs have any partner preferences perhaps? Asking for a friend :3

Keep up the awesome work Cozy, your art always amazes me when I pass by. Also love reading your rambles, they're all so well written~

Who is this “”friend”” and what is their INTENT? - I was gonna make a “haha lab partner preference” joke, but I’ll bite…. for the lawlz.

“We're students. We should be studying, not wasting our time with such unacademic pursuits!” - Sebek Zigvolt - SSR Ace Suitor Suit Vignette: “My Beloved”

SHORT ANSWER: Nope because everyone in that series is partner-preference-phobic. LONG ANSWER: I entertain hypotheticals so follow along if you want to. Take it with a grain of salt though. Or don’t! None of this matters 💃

Emilio is too self important and doesn’t really think about potential partners at all. He’s too busy trying to assert how reliable he is and prove how incompetent everyone else around him must be as a result. BUT! If someone were to ask, he’d give them a once over and decide then and there whether or not they’d be worth his time. Weirdly enough he seems more enticed by the idea of somebody matching is self-important and ambitious energy rather than someone who can gas him up. No, no, gassing up is for peers and family. Partner must engage in a constant battle of wits and pettiness and outdoing each other. …Not much of a partnership, really, but nobody said this guy had a healthy and not-skewed idea of relationships.

Cecil does not have the self-esteem to consider serious partnerships, nor entertains the idea of pursuing either. He needs to work out his own issues first, and chances are that alone (and studying) will keep him away from that sorta stuff. THAT SAID, unlike everyone else he is not immune to pretty people who very clearly have their lives together. Outwardly, he’s into those clearly out of his league. Someone confident in their own skin (unlike him), and having that confidence practically radiating off of them is his preference… but, in that response to seeing like, a model on tv or in a magazine kind of way. Otherwise, he probably has no idea what he would actually want. It’s not happening anytime soon to begin with.

Nyoka, surprise, also does not think about partnerships. Not that it matters because in his clan all partnerships between Cobra Beastmen at his status are arranged anyway. When he’s done with school it’s only a matter of time afterwards before that has to be dealt with. So there’s no real reason to entertain preference at all. Maybe having good manners is his bare minimum expectation, but it’s hard to say. He doesn’t really care by any measure and will remain stringent in what’s expected of him. Unless somebody awakens something in him, but what’s the likeliness of that happening? There is no freak here.

🪷 Tia under cut. 🪷

Tia does not entertain hypotheticals.

🪷Romantic pursuits are not on the table for her nor a focus, she just writes it off entirely. She’s got other things going on, like figuring out why she’s even there and finding a way back home. And when she gets back home it’ll be back to business. That’s her plan, and she has tunnel vision when it comes to her future career ventures and making her dreams a reality. Don’t ask, she’ll swerve and never answer. Besides, she probably doesn’t even know what she’d look for anyway. She just dismisses it all and doesn’t allow herself to consider it.

🪷 … BUT…

🪷 …she will notice if somebody is… sturdy. So to speak.

🪷 Despite everything, she sometimes wishes she was the type to entertain frivolous thoughts like that. Given her current situation though, that might not be ideal to toy with.

OKAY BYE i dont know what knowing any of this will do for anybody

[mephoj]

what did you think of the iii finale?

SO sorry i meant to answer asks sooner but i just kept putting it off to better word my thoughts later. so um. Well

ill be very brutally honest, i thought the iii finale was stupid as all hell. i don't have the right words right now to fully elaborate on the specific parts i hated (maybe if i remember ill add onto this in a reblog,) but everything about it felt so unnecessarily rushed and nothing like the energy of the original show that i loved so much. and im not saying this to be a hater !!! trust me, i avoided speaking on the finale for a while on purpose, in case i just needed time to process it (i was iffy on the alien plot in ii14 on the first watch too but now i LOVE it, so yknow that can happen with sudden new twists and characters sometimes)

i really really wanted to like it, but as it simmered in my head more, and the more i rewatched it, the more ridiculous and out of place it all felt. they weren't just throwing spaghetti at the wall until it stuck at this point, they threw out the whole damn pot and wasted it all. (does that even make sense?)

most of all, it just felt so deeply disappointing. it did have some interesting parts (like the reference to the s1 finale or opening more on mephone issues) but they did them all so strangely, all i can think about is all the ways it could've been better. and thats honestly way more frustrating than just being plain bad.

so many characters were filed down and reduced to clean, perfect Nice Ones by the end just so they could have a sweet feel-good ending which really doesn't fit into any of the rest of the current show's tone, especially if they plan to connect it back to s2. on top of that, it all felt so undeserved and empty. there was hardly any real conflict, emotional or otherwise lasting any longer than 5 seconds at a time throughout the entire season for the character's rest by the end to truly feel cathartic. it felt more like those shallow kids movie endings where everyone dances together and everythings fine. and sure, i know kids are the primary AE audience, but so much of iii just felt near insulting how much the the characters would talk down and overexplain every single emotion they felt and end every conflict with a hug or whatever. its like watching petty toddler fights lmao

this is more than i was expecting to write and ill admit its mostly about my issues with how they wrote mephone by the end but whatever lol i do not like most of iii . sorry 👍

[throne-for-queens]

Honestly, I doubt somebody is after the fanpages, I think it's more on Instagram otherwise they would have lost X too, wouldn't they? Are their pages on facebook (if they had any to begin with) down too? Cause both platforms are under Meta so that would make more sense.

But seeing the level of entitlement displayed, I guess you can never actually never know. Maybe they met somebody as petty as the person and their circle seems to be: respectfully, you have to be if you seem mad because he is yet to put you in his payroll for the engagement you get.

Anywho, the mini witch hunt going on on X to find out who did is a joke.

Fyi: this is also the person that posted a clip related to Diddy (when that demon just got recently raided) with an ambiguous caption and that post too got a lot of engagement. One time they say they do this to cause change in the universe through him and in same instance they say they invested two years to land a work position that technically does not even exist. At least they never claimed to do this for him and that was honest of them!

In any case, I am sorry to see somebody feel like they wasted time, that shit is heartbreaking and I hope they manage to use these two years experience to further the career they dream to create for themselves. I wish for everybody to make their dream come true.

On the bright side, if that was going nowhere anyways, at least she got to know it early. Been a fan since way longer than two years, never felt like he owed me anything. Why would he? as long as he's good, being real and making real music, I am good (when it comes to the side of me as a fan).

Sorry for the wall of text, peace out ✌️.

I only follow two fan pages currently, but I do remember following one called fvdedkells I think on insta, and I hardly remember her having this many issues. Perhaps she did and I just don't remember. But whether they are being hunted or not, that still stucks. I've heard some fanpages express how it feels like a second job giving so much time and energy to their fav, so I'm sure it stinks having all that work go down the drain.

Anyways I hope they'll be able to rebuild or get a job in that field if that's what they were interested in. But no need to apologize, I read every word ✌🏾

[galene-gothic]

Finally, this is my third ask:

Initials: IEKA

Question: What would my future spouse and I teach other?

Thank you in advance <33

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ What are your future spouse and you going to teach each other?

You’re going to make them realise that they’ve hit the lowest of lows already and now the only thing to do is start over. You’re going to make them realise that the only way to end suffering is by living in the present moment. You know that moment where one realises that no more can be done and the only thing to do is accept it? Yes, you’re going to bring about that realisation to them. Something about you is going to bring them to life in a very down to earth way. You’re going to make them realise that the past doesn’t exist, it’s gone, the future is yet to come but the present moment is right here. You’re also going to make them realise that when they live the present moment well, they’re going to have a good past and a good future. It’s going to be a lot due to how much they’ll enjoy when they’re present with you. They’re going to realise that they’re completely worn out and it’s time to make and maintain peace. Please be careful though, you are going to bring about a lot of negative emotions as well. Actually, who am I kidding? It’s going to happen simply due to your presence. They are going to end up thinking about how they were done dirty and well, it’s likely to lead to some fears. However, on resolving these issues, they’re going to be able to greet a new way of living - a kinder, more present and peaceful life. You’re going to make them realise that they are still spiritually ungrounded. They’re going to realise that they’re overly generous yet still have to learn how to release control and gain courage regarding situations. They are going to learn more about how to put themself first and making time for you. I’m getting that due to the overwhelm and the burn from past connections (not just romantic) where they gave too much, there will be a point in time where they will withhold themself, their time and energy from you because they’ll be scared. You’re going to make them realise that they need to learn how to be open and vulnerable about certain things if they want to have a healthy relationship. You’re going to make them see where they’re too self protective. Also, out of topic but the more they’ll try to distance themself, the more the affection will grow lol, wasted efforts xD. You’re going to make them see where they’re being selfish when it comes to you and how it’s not fair to you. Honestly… not to be mean but I’m pretty sure you’ll be acting out in ways that will force them to have to be self protective but well, you’ll both be playing cat and mouse unconsciously due to your own issues. You’ll teach them gratitude for the little things. They’ll realise just how controlling they’re being in every aspect of their life, especially relationships. You’ll help them realise that there are times when they give out things out of affection with an expectation to receive equal affection and that’s what has led them to so much disappointment and hurt in the past. You’ll make them realise that they are moody and angry when it comes to you (at least at the beginning) due to their defensiveness which leads to ego clashes.

THEY’LL ALSO KNOW THAT IT’S THE SAME WITH YOU AHAHA. They’ll learn that that’s not the right thing to do. It’s not like withholding energy and being defensive is going to help any bond. They’re going to realise that they could ruin the beautiful connection that you have got because of how the both of you are so egoistic and thinking about yourself as someone to defend and protect. IT’S NOT JUST THEM, IT’S YOU AS WELL! You’ll have petty arguments because you’ll not be able to act like a team at some point before you get together due to your defensiveness towards one another and your bestfriends - your personal egos 😍. They’re going to realise how they triggered you due to their own insecurities and how you’ve done the same as well. They’re going to realise that things between the both of you are dramatic and they enjoy that, and the both of you have a lot of potential if only they don’t sabotage it 😘 (also you). I’m not sure if I told this to you last time but I wouldn’t be surprised if you have a temporary separation before getting together. There’s going to be a lot of conflict because you’re both going to be fighting your own battles. Also, there will be views, values and priorities of yours that will clash but you’ll find each other so hot that it’s going to frustrate you. You’re going to bring about a lot of personal growth to them. You’re going to help them resolve their attachment style, you’re going to make them realise that you cannot fight and give mixed signals to someone you’re attracted to and want in your life xD. After marriage, you’re going to make them really really really charitable. You’re going to say something like “well, just because we are happy doesn’t mean we can forget the sorrow that exists in the world” and well, that isn’t even going to be the best thing that you’ll do. You’re going to make them love themself and live life better. Once you’ve both gotten married, you’re going to assure them that as much as you enjoy money and know that it’s an important resource, you trust them enough to stick around with them through moments where finances might not be the greatest. Your future spouse is a hard worker, they sometimes get consumed by work. They’re also going to want to do better than they’re already doing (because otherwise they feel stuck), you’re going to make them calm down and be like “the present moment is beautiful, you’re doing so well for the family, I love you” this is adorable. Whenever, they’re feeling stuck, you’re going to celebrate how far they’ve come. You’re going to help them feel more confident and they’re going to feel like you truly admire, respect and care about them. They’ll love you. You’re going to make them even more patient while trying to grow. They are already someone who practices consistency and tries to have a good mindset towards attaining goals but having someone to assure them, it’s just going to be something to be grateful for. You’re going to help them feel fulfilled. They’ll feel like “happy wife, happy life” and “happy spouse, happy house” is true after all. You’ll try to take care of them and will encourage them to practice self care.

They’ll be mentally vulnerable and not regret it with you. The connection between the both of you is beautiful. They’ll prioritise the peace and solitude a lot more after marrying you. Your person is a go getter, quite a fast and passionate person when it comes to goals and you’ll likely make them practise meditation or something that slows them down and lets them rest a little. They’ll treat family and home like sanctuary. They’ll try to avoid conflict outside of home as well but especially at home, they’ll try their best to keep peace. When they’re exhausted and down, you’re going to understand why they would need space. You’re also going to love them through actions so naturally, they’ll be really grateful for you. You’ll let them talk to you or simply just sit there, hugging you while they’re upset. WHY IS ALL OF THIS OUT OF THE TOPIC STUFF COMING UP?! They’re going to make you realise that you should not become all moody just because you’re suspicious that everyone who sees them wants them 😻. They’re going to make you realise just how much of a grudge holder you are and how you should learn how to let things go. They are going to make you realise that you need to deal with all your repressed trauma so that you can communicate and think properly. Such heavy energies, not gonna lie. You’re going to feel guilty about being mean to them sometimes and nice other times but you’re going to continue doing it. How nice of you. It’s just friendly banter from me, I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything. They’re going to bring about a hell lot of past trauma and you won’t even be able to think properly. You’ll also realise that there were times when you voiced out opinions that weren’t even yours because you just like them so much and you wanted to manipulate them into liking you by acting nonchalant 😘🫡. You’re going to realise the same thing that you need to release the past and that you’ve become excessively negative. They’re going to help you come to peaceful resolutions with life. You’re going to feel so grateful to them because while you will not actively try to teach them things (at the beginning), they will be ACTIVELY trying to instil good qualities into you. You’re going to have resentments against them but YOU’LL HAVE ACTED OUT IN SIMILAR WAYS TOO. Funny how that works because you’ll both be mirroring. However, you’ll make amends with each other and make you more open to changes. They will make you realise that you do have a tendency to let paranoia get to you. You’re going to be very withdrawn in some ways even when they’re trying to make things work between you. They’re going to instil values into you that stick with you in a way where they guide you. Each time, you’ll be dealing with something and will wonder if goodness even exists in the world, you’ll remember them, their words, warmth and how much you’ve both changed for each other and yourselves. You’ll feel like you’ll be able to get through anything. Also, they’ll completely strengthen your life. You’ll want to stay true to yourself and your values, and you’ll come in terms with that. You’ll feel so grateful to have found such a home and such a man. This is beautiful 💕. I hope that that was an enjoyable read. I’m sorry for being unable to get more for you but they will teach you so much and leave such a profound growth on you, I wouldn’t be able to write it briefly ;,(.

🩰 Thank you for participating in my event, I would truly appreciate a feedback from you. Much love and take care 🐇

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react: Their SO is crying because a friend who they had cherished decided to no longer respond to them over forgetting their friend's birthday.

Which, to SO's defense, they had been busy with caring for the Demon King and themselves. They did not forget out of maliciousness, just they got busy.

Wind Waker Ganondorf: The Reflective King

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his introspective and melancholic nature, would likely understand the depth of the hurt his SO is feeling. He knows what it’s like to lose people or have relationships strained due to circumstances beyond control. His reaction would be thoughtful and gentle, trying to offer comfort through wisdom.

Scene: Ganondorf notices his SO wiping away tears, and when he asks what’s wrong, they explain their friend has stopped responding because they forgot their birthday. His brow furrows, and he sits beside them, his presence calm and steady.

“You gave them your time and energy when they needed you,” he says quietly. “If they cannot see that, then perhaps they were not a true friend to begin with.” His voice is low, not unsympathetic but laced with hard-earned wisdom. He places a hand on their shoulder, squeezing gently.

“I have learned that true bonds are not so easily broken by something so trivial. If they cannot forgive, perhaps they do not deserve your tears.” His words, though firm, carry a hint of sadness, as if he understands the pain of losing someone dear all too well. He holds them close, his embrace surprisingly tender for someone who has spent his life seeking power. “But I am here. Always.”

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: The Proud Conqueror

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf, known for his pride and ambition, would initially find it difficult to understand why his SO is so upset over something like this. In his eyes, forgetting a birthday is insignificant compared to the larger struggles of life. However, his protective instincts would kick in, and he would want to ensure his SO doesn’t feel weak or unimportant.

Scene: Ganondorf finds his SO sobbing quietly, their hands shaking as they explain the situation. He narrows his eyes, not quite understanding the gravity of their emotional turmoil. “All of this… over a missed birthday?” he says, his voice sharp at first, but he quickly softens when he sees how deeply hurt they are.

With a sigh, he pulls them into his arms, holding them firmly against his chest. “You have far more important things to worry about. If your friend cannot see that, then they are not worthy of your friendship,” he growls, his words harsh but protective. He brushes a hand through their hair, his tone softening slightly. “Do not waste your tears on someone so small-minded.”

He strokes their back, attempting to soothe them in his own way. “You have me,” he murmurs. “And I will never turn my back on you over something so petty.”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: The Cold Strategist

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would initially be perplexed by such an emotional response to what he considers a minor issue. He is cold and analytical, so personal relationships are not something he values in the same way. However, his SO’s tears would stir something in him, and he would approach the situation like a problem to solve, offering practical solutions.

Scene: His SO is in tears, explaining the situation while trying to hold back their sobs. Ganondorf crosses his arms, listening in silence. When they finish, he speaks calmly. “A forgotten birthday?” His tone is measured, but there’s a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

He kneels down in front of them, his hands resting on their knees. “You were tending to far more important matters. You did not forget out of malice, and any reasonable person would understand that,” he says in a level voice, as though explaining a strategy.

“If they choose to abandon you over such a trivial matter, they are not worth your time. Your focus should be on those who truly care for you. And that,” he adds, his eyes softening slightly, “includes me.” Though his comfort is more intellectual than emotional, there’s a quiet warmth in his words.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: The Warlord King

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf, the most brash and aggressive of the Ganondorfs, would be instantly angered by the fact that someone made his SO cry. He would see their friend's decision as a personal slight and take it as an affront to his SO’s value. He’d want to comfort them by reminding them of their own strength and importance.

Scene: Ganondorf storms into the room when he hears his SO crying. His face darkens when they explain why they’re upset. “A friend?” he growls. “They stop speaking to you over something so insignificant?”

His eyes blaze with fury, and he stands, pacing the room like a caged animal. “They are a fool. They do not deserve your friendship or your tears!” His voice is loud, filled with righteous anger on their behalf.

After a moment, he stops and turns to them, his expression softening slightly. He kneels down, taking their hands in his much larger ones. “You are far too strong, far too valuable, to let something like this break you,” he says, his voice still fierce but now protective. “Let them go. I am here for you. I will never abandon you over something so trivial.”

He pulls them into his chest, holding them tight as if to shield them from the world. “I will always stand by you. Let the others fall away—they are not worth your time.”

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf: The Demon King

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf, consumed by darkness, would initially view the situation with disdain. To him, something as simple as a forgotten birthday is insignificant compared to the grander schemes of power and conquest. However, seeing his SO in pain would make him furious, not at them, but at the one who caused their tears. His protective instincts would take a darker turn, as he considers exacting vengeance for their hurt.

Scene: Ganondorf’s red eyes flicker with anger as he watches his SO cry over their lost friendship. “They abandoned you over this?” His voice is dangerously low, filled with a simmering rage. “You were busy with far greater matters. And yet, they betray you over a trivial event?”

His hands curl into fists as he paces the room, the shadows seeming to bend toward him in response to his fury. “Do not waste your sorrow on such weak-minded people,” he says, though his voice softens slightly when he looks at them.

Kneeling down in front of them, he cups their face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone so consumed by darkness. “They do not deserve you,” he murmurs. “I will not allow anyone to bring you pain.” There’s a subtle threat in his voice, as if he’s already contemplating what he could do to their former friend.

He presses a kiss to their forehead, a rare show of tenderness. “I will never leave your side. Your worth is far greater than they could ever understand.”

Demise: The God of Destruction

Reaction: Demise, the embodiment of hatred and destruction, would be confused and irritated by his SO’s tears at first. To him, relationships are secondary to power and dominance. However, seeing his SO so upset would stir something primal within him, and his protective instincts would take over. His response would be more about ensuring that no one dares hurt them again, even if it means eliminating the source of the problem.

Scene: Demise watches his SO sobbing, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. “All this… because of a forgotten birthday?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble of frustration. He doesn’t understand why such a small thing could cause so much pain.

But then, seeing the anguish on their face, his irritation shifts into something else—an instinct to protect. His eyes narrow, and he moves closer, his massive form looming over them. “They are a fool to abandon you,” he says, his voice dark and filled with menace. “If they cannot see your worth, then they are beneath you.”

He pulls them into his arms, his hold firm but comforting. “You belong to me now,” he growls, his voice possessive. “I will not allow anyone to hurt you again.” There’s an underlying threat in his words, as if he’s already considering how to deal with their former friend.

“You are stronger than this,” he murmurs, his hand gently stroking their hair. “And I will make sure no one ever causes you pain again.” Though his methods may be brutal, his desire to protect them is genuine.

[lovecolibri]

Finally watched the episode as well. I was not so impressed. It was a solid episode, but the fandom totally overhypes it. While i did like the emergencies going back to just emergencies without ten minutes of backstory nobody wants to see, it angered me sooo much that each cast member got a scene of how they were doing after a four month hiatus but Eddie (and Chris) nowhere to be seen. They could have easily cut some Buckley-Han family scenes for that. Is this too much to ask for? The final moments also didn‘t came anywhere close to how i felt after watching Eddie getting shot. Sure Buck hanging there was something, but i don‘t know i already moved on and am looking forward to next Monday. Eddie getting shot however still haunts me.

I'm sorry the episode didn't live up to the hype for you. It absolutely did for me for the most part though I agree that the lack of Eddie and the check-in for him and Chris was disappointing to say the least and given that the sperm donor arc is my absolute behated, I would rather have seen less drama about that and checked in with Eddie and Chris. We literally saw EVERY other main character at home with their family except for Eddie 😤😤😤 And after Eddie's arc was consistently one of the only things that fans and GAs liked about s5 it feels incredibly petty and disrespectful to sideline him so hard in s6 🤷🏻‍♀️

I loved the final minutes of the episode, and I absolutely got chills, same with seeing the preview for this week. I also love the shooting scene, but honestly 4x14 is Not It for me personally because *I* wanted more about EDDIE and more from his POV, and more from the firefam ABOUT Eddie like we're getting for Buck, and seeing the firefam and especially Bobby being there for Buck but instead all the scenes that SHOULD have gone to the firefam taking care of Buck or being at Eddie's house for his welcome home party, went to Tay Kay instead so KR could force her into the narrative. Plus Bobby got shot and we just never talked about that again and totally skipped any recovery even though Bobby had issues with pain meds and that could have been something to explore. So while the shooting scene itself is absolutely top tier, chef's kiss amazing, the episode as a whole is a mixed bag for me to say the least, while 6x10 really only had the sperm donor discussion that I didn't like because I don't see the point or what they're trying to accomplish with that arc since Buck isn't going to struggle at all with the difference between donor and dad, so I'm just tired of wasting screentime on it.

My general rule though is to keep my expectations, as much as I can, in the GROUND, so that I'm not disappointed. I forgot that lesson in s4 by foolishly thinking that after having Tay Kay humiliate Buck on purpose, call him a bad friend, and sneer at him about how needy he is (all because he asked her over as a friend to have his back in an uncomfortable situation when she thought it was gonna be for sex and all about her, and she wasn't prepared to actually step up and be a friend so she went out of her way to make things MORE uncomfortable for him out of spite), that it was a clue they would NEVER try to put them together. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ My b. I forgot some women just looooove the idea of pulling "big strong men" down and putting them "in their place" because hashtag feminism or whatever. And after Tay Kay AND L who bragged about enjoying making Buck uncomfortable? It's not too hard to see what kind of woman character KR likes to project on to.

Anyway, sorry the episode wasn't everything you wanted, though it felt much more like a return to form for me, and like you said even the emergencies were back to how they used to be. Brad and JCC really do create magic together, and I hope this energy continues through the rest of 6b because after 6a was just...filler moments with the occasional spark, it felt really good to have that season 3 energy back. At least the cast is giving stellar performances no matter what and the fodder for fics is all sooooo delicious, so we're still getting fed!

[dustedmagazine]

Oozing Wound — We Cater to Cowards (Thrill Jockey)

Photo by Evan Jenkins

We Cater To Cowards by Oozing Wound

We Cater to Cowards is the fifth LP from Oozing Wound, appearing 11 years (say what?) down the road from the festival of thrashy hilarity that was Vape and Pillage, the band’s initial release. Back then, tunes like “Autopsy Turvy” formulated the ambivalent mix of headlong energy and smartassery that has consistently and sometimes irritatingly informed their music. The band can craft absolutely riveting experiences (“Hippie Speedball,” for instance, is flat-out terrific) but they have been just as ready to churn out cheap pastiche clad in flashy soloing and mean-spirited snark. As on their previous record, High Anxiety (2019), there’s still plenty of nod-and-wink irony in the semiotics of We Cater to Cowards; check out some of the song titles: “The Good Times (I Don’t Miss ’Em),” “Between Cults,” “Midlife Crisis Actor” (which is pretty funny). But also, like High Anxiety, the clowning is shot through with moments of more gravid character. There’s less petty derision and more emotionally hefty drama. Sonically speaking, this is a different Oozing Wound. We Cater to Cowards is a noise rock record.

That’s not exactly revelatory — the band has always been noisy. But their signature blend of top-speed thrashy chops and a punk-ish ethos has issued in a fairly familiar problem. For the genre-bound true believers, Oozing Wound’s records have been too metal for the punks and too punk for the heads. It would speculate overmuch to assert that the noise-rocking strut of We Cater to Cowards gestures toward a heavy-music third way, a new musical tactic seeking to solve Oozing Wound’s scenester dilemma. Likely the midtempo pace and thumping riffs around which most of the record coheres just felt right to longtime collaborators Zack Weil, Kevin Cribbin and Kyle Reynolds, as they wrote and played the songs. 

Whatever the motivations, it’s certainly the case that “The Good Times (I Don’t Miss Em)” sounds remarkably like Steel Pole Bath Tub, c. 1990. The more impressive trick Oozing Wound pulls off is that the song simultaneously sounds like an organic outgrowth of tunes like “Tween Shitbag” and “Filth Chisel” from High Anxiety. A little slower, a little dirtier, but possessed of the same mean streak and informed by a similar interest in excoriating the band’s own contributions to our current conjuncture. On “Total Existence Failure,” Weil snarls, “I’m the king of cultural waste / On a franchised throne across the space / That binds the world…” There’s more Scratch Acid in that sentiment than there is Anthrax, or even MOD. More notable here is the fact that We Cater to Cowards is a satisfying and sometimes thrilling record. Particularly in its final third, it finds a snarling, crunching groove that slots alongside the general feeling of our current socio-political conjuncture. “Midlife Crisis Actor” and “Old Sludge” are by turns sizzling and pummeling acts of musical mortification. 

An ironic distance from the ugliness represented in the songs was an intrinsic element of the early 1990s’ peak noise-rock moment, populated by bands that had learned their craft from Big Black and the Butthole Surfers. Unsane and Cows were great bands that put out some great records, but they lived and died by the grossout. On songs like “Bank Account Anxiety,” the first and best track on We Cater to Cowards, Oozing Wound seems to be evolving beyond the sniggering takedown. That’s a good thing. The songs still hit hard, and the ideas are hitting harder. 

Jonathan Shaw

[florina-fae]

I really really wanna like Venusmons design... and I think if like it was something that wasn't *digimon* it would be a bit basic(and heck I can be a sucker for basic bimbo eyecandy designs) but serviceable design. I am also using what I think is the best official art of her. The other designs are either too plain and uninspired or have her back twist in really uncomfortable ways. Here she is at least in a pin-up cheesecake pose that is believable and adds to the overall charm.

Ok so imo there are 4 big issues I have with the design but some of them over-lap or can be solved with the same solution.

1) the most petty but probably obvious one. The ribbions/dress sort fo taper off Into this weird mass of cloth that just kind of ends at her feet and just makes the design feel both cluttered and leads to nothing. It's a dead end when it comes to visual design and story telling, and it doesnt really add anything.

2) the bird and shell feel taped on. Part of me likes the idea of the shell as a little accessory, given her abit of a fashionista energy but with the rest of the design feeling so basic turning the shell that Venus/aphrodite rises from into a tiny easily missed thing feels like a waste. The bird is ok. It's fine. I dont think it should be more of a centerpiece it should either be gone or be in it's current design space. But with there being nothing else to really go off of it feels *too* defining and not defining enough at the same time.

3) The colors are bland and samey. White, pale skin, blonde hair. The only splash of color is really the purple shell. It just leads to a very samey design. I get what they were going for with like a white toga esque design but visually it just feels flat, not enough contrast.

4) Shes just a basic ass human. Digimon is kind of known for given even it's most pretty designs somerhing compelling or bewildering. Angewomon is also a blonde white girl but her multiple wings, the headpiece that covers her eyes and etc still imo at least let her seem otherworldly. Other more human looking digimon have interesting and compelling armor designs. And well You don't need armor for a digimon based off of a goddess of love you could do something that isnt plain white dress. Thing.

Overall I just like feel like compared to her group (The Olympus 12, although I do kind of feel like Junomon also suffers from a simillar issue tbh), and compared to digimon that fulfill simillar design space(Angewomon, Lilithmon, Bestarmon) Venusmon is just too basic to be a digimon.

Now I'm no artist, so maybe it isnt my place to judge...but I think I would add if not the shell itself the colors at least into the design and outfit more. Make a beautiful seashell armor or something or give the dress purple accents. Or have her always lounging about seductively in a beautiful seashell bed that she moved around in and can maybe close up as a defensive maneuver. (Just for a start at least.)

[charmsoloved]

changes

reading back on past posts that i've written always makes me both cringe and smile. i cringe because i can't believe how naive i was being. i smile because i've come so far, i've grown so much.

a lot has happened since i last journaled here. Nick and i fell apart shortly after. he came back in february, it was good.. it was..short. we blew up on my birthday when i tried to confess my love for him...yet again.

he came back. i thought it would be for good at least, but he still kept me at a distance. i went to minnesota..something i told him i was doing quite a few times. I reconnected with Michael.. came back and brushed nick off once and for all. Didn't need to say anything, i just disappeared. i rebounded. just like i had time and time before. i dropped terance too. all for this shiny new thing.

michael... he treated me with respect. he made me realize how shitty i had been allowing myself to be treated in the past. he opened every door. when he looked into my eyes, it's like he saw my soul. we connected. strongly. we tried to make up for all the time we lost since we were kids. i always had wondered about him but i knew he was in a "happy" relationship and i was happy for him. then he popped up. they had broken up. we really decided we were going to be together and decided to dream. then.. he left. just poof. lied to my best friend, probably his siblings too. he dropped me at the drop of a hat when i pressured him TO BE HONEST WITH HIS EX. like what?

he decided cut me off all within a single text. he mailed my jacket back to me. unfriended me in every way possible. blocked me.

it really triggered my rejection issues tbh. like HOW ARE YOU HURT SIR? nick had done the same shit a few months ago so it was still an open wound.

then i realized that it's shame. the reason they are the way they are. they know that my love was pure and true and it was too much for them to handle. so they ran.. and they hid. shameful.

this time around, it's really taking everything in me to not get revenge. be petty. but then it's like...so much energy. if they want to feel shame, then they can sit there shameful. it's not my problem.

2024 is different. i'm taking time for me. realizing where i've gone wrong. realizing what is and isn't my fault. realizing that sometimes what i have to offer is way too valuable that they just aren't aware it's a prize.

i, for once, AM NOT INTERESTED IN DATING. like for a long time. there's no point in giving myself over to someone only for them to waste my time, steal my love, and take my SLEEP.

i'm not even interested in attempting to talk to a man at this point. whenever i'm out, it's heads down because i'd rather not even talk to someone than to have to reject them lmfao. saves us both time.

my faith has been shattered. my faith in men specifically has been shattered. this last time, i had the rug blindly pulled out from under me. all because i asked someone to be honest with someone else. i won't do it again. i won't give of my time, my home, my heart, my love. it's too expensive.

[ryuseibutgayer]

I saw your match up game and thought why not so here goes

Fandom preferences: demon slayer, chainsaw man, & MHA

Gender preference: men

I'd say my loudest traits are that I don't give up easily, I put way too much faith in people (even when they don't deserve it), I'm a bit eccentric, and I love studying anthing and everything. Plants, mushrooms, rhetoric, you name it. At the same time I'm kind of an airhead. I can also befriend literally anyone if I try hard enough, and I'm also wildly competitive, but I'm a good sport about it.

My main toxic trait is probably that I don't give up, and I don't know when to. Despite the horrible things people do I always manage to have faith in them, most often for worse. I tend to internalize issues with my partner and blame them on myself. But I can also be kind of petty and revenge seeking when someone crosses me.

I require my partner to be as strong willed as I am or stronger, as well as goal oriented and independent.

I can overlook someone being a bit of a loner or on the flip side, being a bit of a flirt with other people. I'm not the jealous type.

Generally I looked for a life partner in a relationship, but I'm okay with it not working out. I see casual dating as a waste of time and energy.

I prefer super early morning before and around dawn, and sunset/blue hour.

Thanks

Xoxo

Your personality is both unphasable and flexible- above all, admirable and respectable. Your expectations of yourself will rise like the sun of dawn, but you mustn't just sit and watch as it sets to crash and burn beautifully but unknown, lonely on a hill. You are bound to find a strong and cautious individual who will help ease the burn of your gradual internal crumbling- although it can't be up to someone else to restore what you once were.

»»————-　♡　————-««

CHAINSAW MAN

Aki is a very goal oriented individual who will eventually allow the seen path of vengeance to eat away at his once intense focuses, but with you at his side, being the one to offer a few temporary moments of peace and proving yourself as a trustworthy, strong headed ally, maybe he'll learn to prioritize realistic missions. He will never be the same as before, and you know it. You'll keep this from happening, whether it be joining him for that smoke break or persuading him to put the last one out. You and Aki almost perfectly match and will probably make it through quite a bit if not a while, as long as you don't mind putting your patience to test.

DEMON SLAYER

Giyuu is an interesting match for you, simply because you would both see a part no other may. While his inferiority complex would assure him staying silent is the best option to please you, your self burdening shone through your hardworking appearance and his overthinking to scream clarity into his mind. While you are a determined person, you may become unsure around Tomioka, flipping the hidden nature between the both of you into play. As you may run from this possibility, this would only push him to chase after you further. He'd become a very reassuring partner for you,whether comfort is what you believe you are in need of or not.

»»————-　♡　————-««

The thing I like the most about your results is the color scheme of your matches- both an antagonizingly beauteous and taunting blue like the sky :>

[robininthelabyrinth]

For the headcannon thing, how about LWJ disliking NMJ? Cause NMJ took LXC's attention away from him as a kid, and NMJ was uncooperative with LXC's attempts to get him to reconcile with JGY which caused LXC a good amount of stress. As a result, LWJ is kind of petty towards NMJ. Probably ends up being good friends with NHS or something because spoiling NHS against NMJ's wishes seems like his type of petty cause it's an act that doesn't cause issues for LXC.

Nie Mingjue was clearly no good.

Lan Wangji had decided this long ago. He'd been Lan Xichen's first real friend from another sect, and not only had Lan Xichen spent the entire summer he'd been there hanging around with him instead of with Lan Wangji, he'd spent even more time afterwards secluding himself in order to write letters to him or read responses from him. Even later, he'd come visiting, always writing in advance to politely ask permission, and Lan Xichen would speak of nothing else in the time leading up to visit, during, and then after. Months, wasted, on the apparently endlessly fascinating subject of Nie Mingjue that Lan Wangji didn't care one bit about.

Even Nie Huaisang, with whom Lan Wangji was quite good friends after the latter's first summer at the Cloud Recesses, had a tendency to talk about Nie Mingjue too much. Sure, he pretended it was mostly complaining, but try to say one even remotely not-positive thing (not even negative, just neutral!) about Nie Mingjue and he'd immediately go on a whole evening ramble about how wonderful his big brother was. Even though just earlier he'd been whining about how he was always getting scolded, how he never got to do what he liked, how his brother was always making him do work - nope! None of it mattered.

It was like Nie Mingjue had brainwashing powers or something.

Even after, when Lan Xichen found a second friend, the now-named Jin Guangyao, Nie Mingjue was only causing problems - Lan Xichen was always moping these days because Nie Mingjue didn't want to agree to a brotherhood, or put conditions on it, or wasn't sincere about it, or whatever. Or else it was because he kept having increasingly bad headaches, a potential sign of a qi deviation, and Lan Xichen was terribly worried about that, wondering if the Song of Clarity he'd taught Jin Guangyao to play for him wasn't working well enough and trying to do lots of research to find another solution. In short, Nie Mingjue was doing nothing but causing Lan Xichen endless amounts of stress! Absolutely ridiculous. It was leaving Lan Xichen with no time or energy to do anything else, like listen to Lan Wangji talk about his problems (mostly Wei Wuxian related).

Someone needed to do something.

Lan Wangji nominated himself.

"Wangji, it's good to see you," Nie Mingjue said, smiling at him even as he rubbed his temples - he looked tired, with circles under his eyes. "You're just in time, actually - I just had an argument with Guangyao and he left in rather a hurry. Could I ask you to play Clarity for me instead? Unless whatever you want to talk about is urgent, of course..."

Lan Wangji begrudgingly complied, since in fact 'you need to be less of a burden on my brother' wasn't urgent at all.

"You know, I feel positively refreshed?" Nie Mingue remarked, and oddly enough he actually looked visibly better. "You must be better at it than Guangyao is...not that I'll tell him that. Anyway, what brings you here? Is it the Wei Wuxian issue?"

...what Wei Wuxian issue?

"Hasn't Xichen said? I think there's something fishy about what happened with the Jin sect, the Qiongqi Path, him getting kicked out of the Jiang sect and all that. I was thinking about going over to the Burial Mounds in my official capacity as Nie sect leader and trying to broker some official treaty or something - I just haven't had the energy recently, with the headaches and all, but actually today I feel quite good. Would you like to come along with me to represent your sect as well?"

Lan Wangji would, actually.

"No, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. You came here for a reason, surely. What can I help you with?"

Nothing that couldn't wait until later. They should definitely take advantage of Nie Mingjue's inexplicably returned energy and good mood and go to the Burial Mounds, where in fact Nie Mingjue should probably plan to need another refresh of the Song of Clarity.

"But you just played..."

Lan Wangji could play it again.

"It seems unnecessary -"

It was very necessary.

"Well, I suppose, if you insist, and if you don't mind Wei Wuxian hearing it as well," Nie Mingjue said with a shrug. "Who knows? Maybe it'll do him some good."

(After they successfully convinced Wei Wuxian to consider returning to Qinghe with them, Lan Wangji was willing to admit that maybe Nie Mingjue had some use. But that was all he was willing to concede!)

[sunnydayjackass]

I had quite the interesting scenario,

Just another day at Popov’s with Jack around when an (new) employee, for whatever malicious reason, wants to get Y/N fired for something that they didn’t do/cause by framing them as the culprit.

What would be the outcome of this situation?

Honestly? The other employee wouldn’t get far at all. No matter what the other employee may try to do to get you fired- Jack always somehow finds a way to intervene or tell you that something is amiss. If he can’t correct it, he’ll alert you so that you can. I don’t think Jack would outright tell you the other employee was gunning at you unless he had to- you’ve got enough on your plate to deal with to have to waste energy on some nobody. Jack wouldn’t want you stressed out over someone so insignificant.

Between Jack having the occasion to intervene himself or alert your attention to correct an issue if he’s unable to, if you’re working a shift together with the other employee, Jack will absolutely do whatever he can to make that shift go terribly for them and them alone in whatever ways he can concoct that make you innocent. I mean...you are of course, you aren’t the one doing anything and Jack is simply retaliating over some petty interloper.

Nothing ever comes of the other employee’s attempts to frame you, drag you, or throw you under the bus for blame. Eventually they get tired of expending the effort and just resort to being surly and difficult to be around/work with. Which is tolerable in comparison to acting that way and making your life ten times more difficult by putting out whatever fires they start.

Eventually though, it all begins to take a toll on you. You start getting anxious before work or once you walk through the doors and see them, you dread going to work more than usual, it’s starting to bleed into you personal life and well...that’s simply no good. Jack does his best to console you, especially at home as doing so at work is far more difficult. Really it’s beneficial for everyone if this new employee is gone. You can finally relax at work and Jack can resume being at work with you, no longer having to tiptoe around and such. Plus? They’re just really bad at the job to begin with. It isn’t long before the dominos start to fall. The employee stops showing up to work, calls by your manager go unanswered by them though soon Popov’s is getting calls from their family, this is followed by missing person posters- naturally they’re in Popov’s as well. You’re worried, sweet soul that you are- sure you didn’t like them but you wouldn’t have wished them harm. Maybe misfortune or something but this was a little scary. Though Jack is there to ease your worries.

Sometimes bad people just up and run, it’s in their nature that when things get too hard, the best thing to do is just run. If they’re fast enough- sometimes the consequences take longer to catch up with them but all it takes is one little trip...

Weeks later the body is found. You resume working alone but things improve. Unfortunate but...not entirely.

[merakiaes]

Hate You, Hate You Not - Armitage Hux

Pairing: General Armitage Hux x reader

Requested: By anon. 

Prompts: #1 & #58 from the fluff-list. 

Warnings/notes: (SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WITH MORE ROMANCE IN IT?) This ended up being much longer than I planned so it's most likely very boring and dull😭 Might be a bit, if not a lot, out of character since this is kinda my test-run for Hux and Star Wars in general. Getting the characters mannerisms in might take some practice. Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This is the first time ever that I write for Star Wars and the first time in like 5-6 months that I’m writing in general so I’m a bit rusty. Please reblog and leave comments to keep my motivation going and let me know if you’d like to be added to a Star Wars taglist <3 

Wordcount: 5632

Summary: One of Kylo Ren’s many tantrums results in your room being inhabitable for a night, which in turn results in you having to share a room - and bed - with the person you hate the most. 

Everyone who had ever, at some point in their lives, worked alongside Kylo Ren in his quest to bring the Order to power, knew how much of a hassle and inconvenience his temper, or lack thereof, could be.

Not much was needed for him to lose his cool and it happened on a much too frequent basis than what was considered normal for a man in his early 30s, at least according to you.

Of course, however, you couldn’t actually tell him that, nor could you think it, with the risk of him probing your mind.

So every time he came back from a failed mission and completely obliterated your hard work, you could do nothing but bite your tongue, clear your head and repair the damages like you’d done oh, so many times before.

That’s what you got for being one of the highest-ranked engineers of the Order, you supposed.

But on this day you would’ve, for the first time in your life, very much preferred to repair the damages left behind by your tantrum-prone leader like you always did. Because if that punishment had to be compared to the one you were now facing, you would’ve chosen the former without even a shadow of a doubt.

But, unfortunately, that was not an option this time around, as the room that had fallen victim to the sizzling beam of Kylo Ren’s lightsaber was your bedroom.

Well, not originally, of course, but sparks had flown from the totaled control panels and a piece of supposedly fireproof metal scrap had caught on fire before you and the other engineers reached the room for a damage-control, starting of as a small flame and then proceeding to spread like wildfire as fire did, in ways completely unbeknownst to you as, like already mentioned, the place was supposed to be safe from fires.  

The licking flames had managed to melt through several walls before you got to the scene, and one of those walls was the wall to your bedroom.

It was late when it happened, only fifteen minutes before you were supposed to end your shift, and as you were on the verge of having a mental fucking breakdown, you personally requested an audience with Kylo and were granted permission by him after a very carefully-worded explanation to start early in the morning.

But that only took care of one of your problems, and only temporarily at that. Now you were left with the issue of finding other sleeping accommodations since your room was currently not habitable. You had no choice but to ask for another room and, of course, Hux thought that to be the perfect time to crack a sarcastic joke about throwing you into one of the prisoner cells.

You had never, in all your years of being alive, glared so fiercely at another human being as you did then. And in your moment of anger, you accidentally let your walls down and let your thoughts run freely through your head – your annoyance directed at the General, but also at Kylo Ren, being exposed.

You felt it before you saw it – that little prickle in your head, that little sting of your mind being probed – and only a second later, Kylo Ren turned his masked head in your direction, walked up to you with patronizingly slow steps and spoke:

“I think you’ll find that General Hux’s quarters will suffice for the night, until repairs can be done to your own. He has more than enough space for both of you.”

He turned his head to look at the baffled man standing behind him, all of the attitude he had previously been harboring against you now completely melted away.

“Isn’t that right, General?” Kylo continued asking, giving him the time he needed to regain his composure.

The general in question had never been very good at holding his tongue, not even when receiving orders from superiors, and was quick to protest.

As anyone would’ve been able to guess, that didn’t go very well, and you weren't even gonna try hiding the satisfaction you got from seeing Hux be force-choked against a wall for speaking out of turn.

No matter how good both of you were at hiding your spiteful thoughts toward him, Kylo knew how much the two of you hated him. And more than anything, he knew how much you hated each other.

Kylo had become very predictable to you during the time you had been there and you knew his ways good enough to know that he wouldn’t have wasted petty energy in putting the two most hateful people he knew in the same room if he hadn’t been pushed to do so.

You knew that you weren’t the reason in this scenario, despite the fact that he had probably felt your spite directed towards him, which only left one option; and that option was the bitter, infuriatingly stubborn ginger currently walking by your side.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and glared, clenching and unclenching your fists at your sides in the same manner you had been doing ever since Kylo had ruled his decision final and dismissed you for the night.

His eyes remained trained on the metallic corridor that seemed to be stretched out for miles in front of you and your blood boiled at the sight.

You would’ve lost your shit if he’d had the nerve to even consider looking at you after putting you in this situation, but at the same time, you were also on the verge of losing your shit about him having the audacity to ignore you.

You wanted to scream at him like you’d never screamed at anyone before, but you knew that doing that would only fuel the petty grudge Kylo had against the two of you and give him more ways to cause you torment. The only thing you and the general would ever have in common was not wanting that.

But still, what harm could a tiny bit of friendly banter do?

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Armitage?” The question you’d been sucking on for the past few minutes finally slipped out into the air, making your anger known.

“Don’t call me that.”

“My apologies.” You sarcastically shot back with a dry laugh. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, general?”

“No, it was awfully tempting.” Was all that he replied, his eyes not once flickering and neither his stone-cold scowl nor fast-paced stride faltering.

Well, you might have absolutely despised each other but in the very least, you never bothered lying to each other. That had to count for something, right? Not that either of you cared.

No more words were exchanged, and that was probably for the best. Engineers and stormtroopers all moved out of your way as the two of you marched through the corridors, side by side, knowing better at this point than to get on your bad sides when you were together and this obviously angry both with each other and in general.

Soon enough, you finally reached the corridor in which Hux’s sleeping quarters were located and once the mechanic doors slid open, you pushed yourself past him into the room before he even got the chance to react.

He fumed behind you as he watched you make yourself at home, dropping your dirty jacket on his perfectly made bed.

“You’ll take the floor, then?” You asked as you turned around, crossing your arms over your chest and shooting him a forced smile.

“Hardly.” He spat, eyes narrowing, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes in return.

“You must be a real hit with the ladies with those manners.”

At that, he stepped further into his room, allowing the sensory-triggered door to shut behind him, successfully shutting the two of you in together.

“I don’t have time for fooling around with women.” He spat out the last word with such malice that you automatically raised an eyebrow.

“Well, that explains it.” You mused, the corner of your lip tugging upwards ever so slightly.

“Explains what, exactly?” His eyes narrowed further, and this time it was his turn to cross his arms.

“That stick you have up your ass.” You wasted no time in shooting back, and before he got a chance to reply, you continued. “I know this might be news to you seeing as you’re, well, you, but gentlemen are supposed to sacrifice their comfort and offer themselves to take the floor when a lady, due to unfortunate circumstances, is forced to stay in their room.”

You sarcastically smiled at him and sank down his bed, something that he, judging by the snarl overtaking his face, didn’t appreciate.

“You, a lady? That will be the day.” He scoffed. “Even calling you a woman is a stretch with your mannerisms.”

You could only roll your eyes.

“Well, I’m not sharing a bed with you.” The glare that had temporarily been exchanged for a teasing smirk returned to your face. “I’d rather share a bed with Millicent.”

As you said that, you picked up a single strand of cat hair from his bed, held it up for further inspection and raised your lip in disgust.

He stared at you dead serious, hands clasped behind his back and eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

“You’re allergic to cats.” He pointed out, making your head whip back around to face him with a glare equally as fierce as the one you were met with.

“Yes, that’s my point.” You deadpanned. “But it would seem that said point just went right over your thick-skulled head.”

“Do you think I am any happier about this than you are?” He scowled, and you stood up, slowly approaching him and coming to a stop right in front of him.

He took a small step back, a move that made your lip tug upward ever so slightly. The fact that he was so obviously not as tough as he wanted people to believe gave you a special kind of satisfaction and he knew it, judging by the way he only turned stiffer after that.

“You should be.” You smiled sweetly at him, keeping your eyes connected to his. “Because you’re sure as hell lucky I haven’t choked the life out of you yet for getting us into this situation in the first place.”

He glared and you glared right back, challenging, no, daring him to fight back. You knew that he wanted to, you could see that he wanted to, but in the end, not even he was that stupid.

So he said nothing, and once you realized you had finally managed to successfully back him into a corner, you backed away from him again and plastered on another forced, overly sweet smile.

“Now, I need to take a shower. I reek of burnt plastic.” You stated flatly and pushed past him, making a beeline for the one extra door in the room that you could only assume was his bathroom.  

You heard the squeak of his shoes rubbing against the floor as he quickly turned around behind you, and then came the determined steps and the proximity of his body closing in on you. However, before he got the chance to object or reach you, you entered his bathroom and slammed the door shut in his face, smiling contently to yourself as you listened to the muffled string of curses that followed.

You didn’t spend any more time thinking about it, though, not wasting any time before doing what you came in there to do.

You got out of your horrid-smelling clothes, released your equally as nasty-smelling hait from its ponytail and stepped into the shower.

If there was one thing you appreciated a little extra about living at the Starkiller Base, it was that everyone used the same scented soap. Because that meant that you wouldn’t have to go around smelling specifically like Hux, but rather just like you always smelled.

Once you finished washing your hair and body, you had to stop and think for a bit.

Your clothes obviously still reeked and needed a proper wash before they could be worn again, and you obviously couldn’t go naked.

After much thought back and forth, you finally settled with your own leggings as they were the one piece of clothing from your previous attire that smelled the least of smoke, and a plain black, long-sleeved undershirt that you found in a pile of Hux’s clean laundry.

Once you vad gotten dressed, braided your hair and re-entered the bedroom accompanied by a stream of steam, you found it to be empty, Hux nowhere in sight.

You couldn’t deny that you wondered where he’d gone off to, but you shook your head free of his face pretty quickly, settling with believing that he just went to take his frustration out on some poor stormtrooper or low-rank intern like he so often did when things didn’t go his way, much like Kylo Ren beat the shit out of any control panel he could get his hands on.

While you awaited his return, you occupied yourself with going around the room and lighting the small night-lamps like you normally did in your own room before going to bed.

That obviously didn’t take long, however, so you were soon enough once again left alone with your boredom and started walking around the room, inspecting all of Hux’s belongings.

You realized pretty quickly that he was not a person to whom inanimate things had much sentimental value, as he definitely didn’t have much to his name aside from the basic interior that all of the sleeping quarters on the base had.

He had a ring on his drawer, a few books in one of his two bookshelves while the other stood empty, a small bed in a corner for his cat, clothes in his wardrobe, and that was pretty much it. He had no pictures of family, no real personal belongings that could signify any kind of emotional value.

But then again, who did in these parts?

“Is that my shirt?”

You jumped when you heard the sudden voice behind you, quickly turning around where you stood twirling the ring you had found in the light of the lamp standing beside you.

Your eyes found his form immediately, shocked meeting stern.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” He almost instantly repeated himself when not getting a reply the first time, slowly beginning to walk in your direction with his hands clasped behind his back.

You quickly put the ring back down on the dresser and turned towards him, regaining your composure.

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, my room and everything in it was burnt to a crisp. The smokey smell on my clothes was giving me a headache and kind of would have ruined the purpose of taking a shower so when I just so conveniently noticed a pile of clean clothes, I helped myself.” You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and to you, it wasn’t.

Hux, however, didn’t seem amused in the slightest.

“Yes, you seem to have a habit of thinking you’re entitled to everything you want.” He spat back at you, coming to a stop while there was still a good amount of distance between the two of you.

Any chill you had previously had melted right off and your annoyance quickly returned at the sound of his words.

“Oh, do excuse me. I just thought one headache would be enough.” You retorted and rolled your eyes, before sighing and crossing your arms over your chest. “So, how are we doing this? It’s late and I need to be up early to see to the repairs.”

“I thought that I made myself clear.” Hux was quick to scoff, his glare not faltering for as much as a second. “I’m not giving you my bed.”

Once again, all you could do was roll your eyes. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to suck it up then.” You stated flatly and sat down on the bed, wasting no time in starting to divide the pillows into two piles rather than one.

You took a few seconds to adjust the pillows to suit your needs before looking back up, eyebrow raised at the fact that he had yet to say or do anything.

Your eyes once again met his and you almost laughed out loud at the sight you were faced with, but thankfully managed to control yourself and avoid making the situation even harder than it already was.  

Long story short, Hux had never looked more horrified than he did in that moment.

He basically looked at you like you had killed his cat, and that was putting it lightly.

You took a few seconds to just enjoy watching him squirm and silently scramble to make sense of the situation, but even you knew when enough was enough and raised a questioning eyebrow at him in an attempt to get him moving.

“Well? What’s it going to be?” You asked. “It’s either this or the floor, just like it was for me.”

Hux opened his mouth, hesitated, and then closed it again. He obviously hadn’t been expecting you to actually agree on sharing his bed with him and now that you had, he was left at loss for words as he clearly hadn’t been preparing for anything other than you sleeping on the floor.

But after a good moment of just standing there and looking like an idiot, he finally picked himself back up, squared his shoulders and walked around the bed to the other side with frustrated strides and a snarling lip.

The feigned confidence melted right off, however, when he reached his destination and awkwardly shuffled into bed while simultaneously avoiding your amused and mocking stare, silently grabbing the extra blanket that was folded upon his bedside table.  

Both of you laid down on your backs and a heavy silence fell like a thick blanket over the room. The only sound you could hear for a few moments were each other’s breaths and your own heartbeats. For a moment, only for a microscopical moment, you were actually on your way to admit to yourself that it was kind of nice.

But that thought went flying out the window just as quickly as it had knocked on the door of your mind when Hux broke the silence by beginning to adjust himself to get ready to sleep, and in the process of doing so made the active choice to tug the pillows from right under your head.

The back of your head hit the mattress with a soft thump and you closed your eyes, your lips pulling into a straight, tight line and one, sharp breath being released through your nose as you attempted to keep your cool.

You took a moment to calm down, before you turned your head to his side of the bed where he now laid with his back to you and tugged the pillows back – maybe with a little too much force than necessary.

Hux had quickly rolled over to his other side to take them back and in anger and an eagerness to get to sleep, you exclaimed: “Stop stealing the pillows!”

He met you with a stare cold enough to have anyone else shaking in their boots and spat back. “They’re my pillows.”

You grumbled under your breath and let go of one of the two pillows, letting him pull it back to his side while you held on to the last one.

You stared at each other for a moment, both of you eventually coming to a silent, mutual agreement that you were too tired to fight and therefore he'd let you keep the pillow you were holding on to as if your life depended on it.

He, once again, laid down and turned his back to you, his hands holding on to the pillows under his head while you struggled to get comfortable again, this time with only one pillow.

“Why is your bed so damn hard?” You muttered under your breath as you angrily shoved your elbow into the mattress in an attempt to make it more comfortable – as if that was ever going to help.

“Stop complaining.” He only snapped back.

“How could I when I’m stuck in a bed with you?”

“You could’ve asked for other accommodations when you had the chance.”

“And what, be the next victim of Ren’s lightsaber?” You scoffed. “I’m the one in charge of the repairs that are needed every time he throws a wobbly. I’ve seen the kind of damage that thing can do and I’m not in any hurry to find myself at the receiving end of it.”

You muttered the last part under your breath as you finally managed to get relatively comfortable, plopping back down on your back and folding your hands over your stomach.

“How did you know I’m allergic to cats, anyway?” The question spilled out before you could stop yourself, and before you could even register that it was on the way.

Where did that even come from? Cats weren’t even close to being the subject at hand.

Hux didn’t seem to care much about the random change of subject, however, simply muttering back a reply. “You start sniffling and scratching your arms every time you’re in the same room as me for more than five minutes.”

He was clearly tired. Tired in general or just tired of you, you didn’t really know, but you guessed that it was a mixture of both since that was the case for you.

“Maybe I’m just allergic to you.” You muttered back with a shrug, even though he couldn’t see you, and he scoffed at that.

“Had that been the case I’m fairly certain it would go both ways and, unlike you, I don’t go around oozing snot everywhere I go.”

“I don’t go oozing snot everywhere.” You calmly protested, throwing the back of his head a disapproving glare before turning to lay on your side so that your back was now turned to his.

He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, sleep coming in and catching you completely by surprise and having you knocked out within the next two minutes.

When you woke up early that next morning, Hux was unsurprisingly already gone, Millicent instead laying in his place and looking right at you.

With a disgusted snarl and hesitant movements, you reached over to the other side of the bed and awkwardly patted her head twice, probably very much in the incorrect manner as you had no experience whatsoever with animals.

You got out of bed after that, put on your jacket and shoes, and wasted no time in getting to work once you’d gotten some food into your system, your team joining you in the damage-inflicted area to start on repairs like you’d done so many times before.

Everything was going fine and dandy, just a light-reckon day that started off like any other – if you didn’t count waking up in Hux’s bed with his cat – but a few hours into your workday, the unmistakable sound of Kylo Ren’s heavy steps could be heard echoing through the entire corridor you found yourself working in.

A big share of the Order’s pilots had been either killed or badly hurt a few days prior in an ambush. No one had expected any pilots to be needed for at least a few days but Kylo had gotten a sudden lead on the map that would take him to Luke Skywalker and was now walking around the base recruiting anyone capable of helping him get what he wanted.

Unfortunately for you, you were not only a highly-ranked engineer, but also a pretty decent pilot, and couldn’t say anything in protest when you were whisked away to a ship.

As anyone who wasn’t driven by an unhealthy obsession would have been able to guess, the lead was just too good to be true with a way too simple access.

Just like the last lead, this one fell through when it was revealed to be another ambush. You weren’t completely sure what happened, but over the comms, you had heard something about Leia Organa and some scavenger. 

You didn’t have time to think about retired war heroes though, no matter how much you’d love to pry and the get in on the gossip, as you had to shoot yourself through a big fleet of Resistance starfighter corps, barely getting through with your ship intact.

Your fellow pilots were shot down one by one, only a small amount of you managing to get out of there. And even then, you were met by more starfighter corps just as quickly as you’d gotten away from the last line.

Everything was just a mess after that. You weren’t able to get through to anyone over the comms, only barely being able to make out a “pull back!” before your comm system was blown to pieces along with one of your main engines.

Along with several other ships, you were forced to crash-land on a small planet filled with thick woods and when your ship collided with the ground, your head slammed into the controls, rendering you unconscious for who knows how long.

By the time you came back to it, you were hanging upside down, the only thing preventing you from falling down being the seatbelt keeping you strapped in.

You struggled to get out of there but you managed, and had to take a moment to get your surroundings to stop spinning before moving forward to look for survivors as well as a ship that wasn’t completely beyond salvation.  

You weren’t sure who you’d find, but the person you’d shared a bed with the previous night was definitely the last person you’d expect to have crashed in the same place as you. 

And still, you recognized his ship immediately. After all, you were the one who had personalized it to fit his liking.

Lucky for you, his ship seemed to have gotten a pretty soft landing. As you circled around it, you were able to determine that no major engines had been blown out. Damaged? Definitely. But they looked intact enough to at least be able to put some more distance between you and the Resistance pilots and get you to a safer place. Hopefully, the inside would be as untouched as the outside.

The ramp was lowered to the ground but didn’t look broken, so you wasted no time in jogging inside.

The lights were out completely in the entrance area, and just flickering in the ceiling when you came further in.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the piloting pit was that the pilot was not breathing. How could you tell from that far a distance? Well, let’s just say that something that was not supposed to be stuck in his eye, was stuck in his eye.

Upon further inspection, you noticed another body on the floor. However, this one was very much alive.

You would’ve expected to be met by a desperate “help me”, maybe even some begging and pleading or in the very least a “please”, but instead, even when in the process of bleeding out on the floor, Hux narrowed his eyes at you as you approached him and asked you with ragged breaths:

“Is that my shirt?”

You panted as you dropped to your knees at his side, still pretty shaken up from your own crash. “What? No.” You replied in a breath, and you wasted no time in starting to inspect his injuries.

“Yes, it is.”

“Why would I be wearing your shirt?” You asked simply, struggling to see in the dark as the flickering lights weren’t providing much assistance by means of light.

“That’s my shirt.” He kept insisting, and flinched when your hand made contact with his lower abdomen.

Only then did your eyes register the glimmering piece of metal through your blurred and disoriented vision, sticking out of his side.

You flinched at the sight, not needing any more light than you had to know that it was really bad. 

Your heart suddenly picked up in speed in your chest, and your hands began shaking as they became covered in his blood.

You had never been in the middle of the action before now, you’d always just been surrounded by metal and electricity. The most exciting thing you’d ever experienced was when a new engineer circuited a control panel the wrong way, resulting in it blowing up right by your workplace.

But it wasn’t the action in itself that had your heart about ready to burst through your chest, nor was it the blood in general, but rather the fact that it was his blood covering your hands.

His life was completely dependent on you at this moment and you had absolutely no idea how to behave accordingly.

But if there was something you knew, it was that the last thing you were supposed to do was to show a dying man your panic, so you took a deep breath and tried your hardest to steady your racing heart, going back to the conversation at hand.

“How could you tell the difference, really?” You asked. “All of our shirts look the same. All black, all equally as sufficient when used to stop blood flows.”

As you said that last part, you released another breath and ripped off a big chunk of the lower part of the shirt you were wearing.

A shirt that was, in fact, Hux's.

The man in question let his head fall back against the wall that he was propped against and his eyes squeezed shut when feeling your hands return to his side.

“Do you always wear shirts several sizes too big?” He managed to get out through clenched teeth and you replied without missing a beat.

“There was a mix-up in the laundry room.”

“So it isn’t your shirt?” He continued to be persistent and despite the seriousness of the situation, you couldn’t help but to let a small smile slip.

“Do you want to keep fighting about whether or not this shirt is mine or would you rather maybe, oh, I don’t know, focus on getting the hell out of here?” You asked him lightly and at that, he raised his head to meet your eyes with a distrusting glare.

“Why are you helping me?”

You raised your eyebrow at him, sparing just a second to meet his eyes. “You have a piece of metal stuck in your side, why the hell would I not help you?” You asked and as quickly as you had looked up, you looked back down at your hands to see what you were doing.

“You hate me, and I hate you.” He deadpanned, and you couldn’t deny you felt your heart tug in your chest.

“Who told you I hated you?” You asked, and listened as he let out a dry, struggling laugh.

“You did. On countless occasions.”

He hissed when you accidentally bumped your hand against the piece of metal. You quietly apologized but didn’t stop, knowing you didn’t have much time before the enemy would catch up with you.

“Thinking that I’m entitled to everything I want isn’t the only bad habit I have. I also have a tendency to overexaggerate.” You joked with a smile. “I do find you insufferably infuriating, though.”                                              

Another chuckle left his lips. “Likewise.” He said and dropped his head back against the wall.

You said nothing more, ripping another two pieces off of the shirt, tying them together and wrapping it around his waist like you had the first piece. You tightened this knot significantly more than the first one, though, right above the piece of metal, and just as quickly as he had relaxed, he jerked back forward with a yell.

“I need to stop the bleeding, you need to keep still.” You hurriedly scolded and sternly pushed him back down by his chest.

He muttered bitterly in return, but didn’t protest.

“I bet you’re enjoying this.” He seethed, and you raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think back to the multiple times I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing you being force-thrown across a room by Ren. Puts a smile on my face every time. But that doesn’t automatically mean I want you to die. So stop wallowing in your internalized self-hatred and put your hand over mine.” You told him, trying your hardest to keep a lighthearted attitude, more so for your own sake than his at this point as you were literally about to pass out.

But he did as told, contributing with the strength he had left when you got to your feet and started pulling him up and into one of the seats that were still intact.

He put a trembling hand over yours and in turn, you put your other one over his and pushed down. He hissed and you gave him a moment to adjust, and when you were sure he was pressing hard enough with his own hand, you slowly removed both of yours and fastened his seatbelt.

“Keep pressure and hold on tight. This is most likely going to be a rough ride.” You warned him, and he slowly looked up at you through a mess of ginger hair.

“It can’t be any worse than the ride here.” He retorted and you nodded, taking that as a “go ahead”.

You wasted no time in getting into the pilot’s seat after pulling the previous pilot out, as well as the thick tree branch on which his head had been impaled, and started up the controls. It took a few tries to get out of the hole the ship hade gotten stuck in when crashing, but soon enough you were up in the sky.

With a bit of dumb luck, you eventually reached your destination and got brought back in to the base by your team of fellow engineers, all ready to repair the wrecked ship.

Hux was immediately taken to the medical bay while you stayed behind to help with the ships, and from two ends of the base, the two of you silently and separately came to realize that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t hate each other as much as you thought, after all.

[atsvmi-x]

my personal characterization of eren bc i’ve been thinking about him a lot🥰 this is all modern!au bc canon literally never happened.

these aren’t x reader headcanons but i have more than enough thoughts about eren in a relationship to provide those soon!

General

Loud, brash, and loyal to a fault - you either love him or hate him (or if you’re Jean, you both love and hate him)

Those that he allows into his inner circle are friends for life. He’s easy to piss off but he’s quick to forgive when it comes to friends and family. If that doesn’t apply to you, or you cross those closest to him, he’ll hold a grudge long after the issue is resolved. You’re on his shit list for life.

He wears his heart on his sleeve. It’s literally impossible for him to conceal his emotions. If he’s angry, sad, annoyed, happy, literally anything his feeling you will be sure to know.

The same goes for his opinions. Blunt beyond belief. If he thinks something is stupid he won’t hesitate to say so. He’ll backtrack to soften his delivery if he notices that it offends other parties though.

All of these factors can lead to awkward moments. 99% of the time he’s confident enough in his stance to ignore how others might receive him but the other 1% of the time you might catch the rare sight of his cheeks heating up.

Contrary to popular belief, Eren is actually smart. Not to the same caliber of Armin, Erwin or Hange when it comes to critical thinking and analysis, but it is still above average. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily apply himself to subjects that don’t immediately interest him. However, he has impeccable game sense, making him quite the accomplished athlete.

Anger issues. Clearly. It made him a difficult child... for most of his life (and probably the reason he’s an only child) but as he’s gotten older he’s learned to manage his temper. It’s still easy to rile him up though, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before he backs down from a challenge. But for the most part his attitude is a running joke between those he’s closest with.

He has a strong moral compass and sense of justice. Not in the sense that he’s conservative, far from it. His personal ideology is: as long as it’s not hurting anyone people should do what they want. and anyone that messes with that is wrong. He’s a simple guy

Bad at flirting. He can be super oblivious and when he does catch on, he’s not smooth at all. But he’s tall and pretty so it comes off as endearing 99% of the time. It’s his boy-ish charms that save him every time.

Childhood

Cute as a button as a baby. Poor Carla and Grisha were blindsided when he hit his terrible twos.

Had no friends besides Armin until middle school when his parents adopted Mikasa.

Before Mikasa, he and Armin were the black sheep of the neighborhood kids. Eren easily alienated himself from the neighborhood kids and his schoolmates due to his brash nature. Looking back on it, he still stands with his decision since it meant he found his first friend.

(Armin didn’t fit in for his old soul thanks to being raised by his grandparents)

Super curious and didn’t realize how small he was in such a big world. On several occasions he wandered off because of his curious nature. Would have been a leash kid if leash kids were a thing when he was growing up.

Could technically be considered a school bully for talking down to kids on the playground. HOWEVER, he was smaller than other kids for a while, meaning his haughty attitude resulted in petty school yard fights that he lost most of the time. Still, he never cried and never learned his lesson.

Since we was never against a fight, he made it his mission to take up for Armin. When Mikasa joined his family he did the same for her when their peers made comments about her different looks. As we know, those roles soon reversed with Mikasa taking on a protector roll

To try and find a suitable outlet for his excess...energy...Carla and Grisha signed him up for every sport under the sun. Was pretty good too but excelled at football and track and field.

Teen

Was on a first name basis with administration during his school years for getting too invested in classroom debates. His fired up nature easily boiled over outside the classroom resulting in several fist fights

Got suspended once for said fights, but more often than not Mikasa saved him before he could get into more trouble.

So angsty. Literally a textbook case of teen angst from the loud music, dark clothes, to butting his heads with his parents he was truly a nightmare. (He recognizes this and is forever apologetic to his parents for being so difficult during this time)

Started to grow out of his rebellious phase by his junior year. There was no real explanation for it he just...did. That’s not to say that he was any less combative, he just knew what battles to pick. Good job Eren.

By the time he graduates he’s such a mama’s boy. He’s always loved him mom but now his eyes have been opened to how much of a handful he was growing up. He’s embarrassed anytime she brings up old stories but he knows it’s all in good fun.

He’s also had a major growth spurt by the time he graduates and his years of playing sports have definitely paid off. He’s a total heartthrob by his senior year and unintentionally a heartbreaker. Again, it’s hard to break into his circle, nothing personal.

Young Adult (College/Post Grad)

Commits to playing football exclusively. Not out of hopes of going pro but he just really likes the sport. He’s well known around campus between sports and his personality.

Still, he can be found with any one member of his crew at any given time. It’s rare to find him by himself unless he’s in his dorm room. He’s a total extrovert and gets bored easily when left to his own devices.

BUT he’s not a total party animal. Definitely prefers kickbacks to partying. But he will show his face if someone personally asks him to come.

Smokes and drinks the normal amount. Knows his limits and isn’t a lightweight for either. But under the right conditions (i.e. drinking games, bets, etc.) he’ll over indulge. Far too touchy when he’s under the influence.

Struggled to find his “calling” in school. Most of his friends fell into majors that they clicked with but it wasn’t that easy for him. He probably ends up with a fifth year under his belt. since he didn’t officially declare a major until maybe junior year.

Graduates with a political science degree! 1) He fooled his parents into thinking he’d go to law school which satisfied his doctor dad. 2) While he doesn’t exactly know how, he wants to improve daily life for the less fortunate and he thought this was a good step to do that. 3) He loved being able to argue for a grade during in-class debates

I know we all love streamer!Eren but I really do think he’d end up going down a creative/independent route where he’s not tied to a desk 9-to-5. It really stressed him out to think about doing thing for 50 years and then being able to enjoy life after retirement.

Other

Like previously mentioned, his music tastes were pretty narrow. But as his social circle grew and he was exposed to new genres his musical pallet has expanded. His go to genres are still heavy, but he’s not against asking what song just played if he liked it (unless you’re Jean, he’ll never give him the satisfaction).

I feel like his celebrity crush is Doja Cat. I have no evidence I just feel like he’d be into her.

Baby can NOT dance. if he tries hard he can bust a two step but usually he doesn’t usually put forth the effort though. It just gets worse if he drinks.

Very much a night owl but surprisingly, he doesn’t like to sleep in either. Feels like there’s too much stuff to do in a day to just waste it in bed. He contradicts himself though bc he can spend all morning in bed playing around on his phone (he’s addicted)