#this is obviously a joke btw after seeing and going through what I have on twitter I am VERY MUCH SO against the weird mass community/

[wisecrackingeric-2]

I genuinely believe we DO all share a brain cell cuz like. When one of us is having a bad day we’re ALL having a bad day. When one of us is down bad for Luis we’re ALL down bad for Luis. When one of us is crying over Serennedy we’re ALL crying over Serennedy. When one of us is experiencing the joyous wonders of the world we all are. We all share a singular brain cell

[mercillery]

STRAWHATS AND WAXING…

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

SUMMARY: Just hcs on how some of the strawhats are like during the waxing experience. You’re the one waxing them btw.

CHARACTERS: Luffy + Zoro + Nami

NOTES: I made this random mess because I got my face waxed for the first time a few days ago and they peeled a small part of my skin off. I wish I was joking.

When Luffy first hears about waxing, his initial reaction is pure confusion. He tilts his head, eyes wide, as if you've just told him about a new, mysterious kind of devil fruit. "Waxing? What’s that?" he'd ask, genuinely clueless, probably thinking it's some sort of bizarre new adventure or maybe even a weird dessert. In Luffy's world, anything unknown is either something to eat or something fun to do, so naturally, he'd assume waxing falls into one of those categories.

You’d have to break it down for him in the simplest terms possible: "It's a way to remove hair. Like, pulling it out so it’s not there anymore." He blinks a few times, processing this new information. "Remove hair? But why would anyone want to do that?" he’d ask, clearly baffled by the concept. For him, the idea of going out of your way to get rid of something as trivial as hair is as foreign as trying to understand why Sanji doesn’t just eat the ingredients instead of cooking them.

Once he finally gets it—or at least he thinks he does—his curiosity piques. But not for the reasons you'd expect. He might think the wax is some sort of edible goo (which, let's be honest, he'd probably try to eat). Or he might be intrigued because it sounds like a new kind of challenge. "Does it hurt? Is it like a fight?" he'd ask with an eager grin, already ready to face this 'hair-removal' challenge head-on. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he imagines waxing to be some sort of mini-battle he has to win.

Now, Luffy isn’t exactly known for his patience or for thinking things through, so when you finally explain that it involves ripping hair out by the roots, he just shrugs it off. Pain? Discomfort? Those are small potatoes for the guy who’s taken down warlords and emperors. "Let’s do it!" he’d declare, without even a hint of hesitation. After all, in his mind, if it’s something new and weird, it’s got to be worth a shot.

Luffy, being the impulsive bundle of energy that he is, obviously doesn’t have a shred of patience—especially when it comes to something as boring as the prep work for waxing. The moment you start heating the wax, he’s already squirming in his seat, looking like he’s about to jump out of his skin. He watches you like a hawk, his eyes darting between the wax and your every movement. It feels like time has slowed down—that's how bored he is right now.

“Come on, just do it already!” he’ll exclaim, practically bouncing up and down with impatience. The waiting is torture for him, and you can tell he’s seconds away from grabbing the wax himself and slapping it on in whatever haphazard way he can manage.

It’s like trying to calm down a hyperactive kid who’s been told he has to wait five minutes before opening his birthday presents. Patience is not in his vocabulary, and the idea of sitting still while you carefully prepare everything is almost more than he can bear. And honestly, with Luffy, you know the clock’s ticking before he does something crazy, so you better hurry up.

 When the waxing process finally begins, Luffy is… well, to put it mildly, underwhelmed. He thought this whole thing was going to be a lot more exciting, maybe even a little dangerous—something worthy of a future Pirate King, you know? But instead, it's just you, applying warm wax and smoothing down strips with what seems like no end in sight. He starts fidgeting almost immediately, shifting around as if the chair is suddenly the most uncomfortable place in the world—it’s not, he’s just really bored. He might even start poking at the wax with a finger, trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.

“Can’t you go faster?” he’ll whine, looking at you with those big, expectant eyes that are practically begging for some kind of action. The boredom is killing him. Luffy’s the type who thrives on chaos and excitement, not sitting still while something as mundane as hair removal drags on. He’s clearly disappointed that this isn’t turning out to be the grand adventure he somehow imagined it might be.

However…

The moment that first strip is ripped off, everything changes. The look of boredom is instantly replaced by sheer shock as Luffy’s whole body jolts. His eyes go wide, and without missing a beat, he lets out a loud, explosive yell. “OW! WHAT WAS THAT?!” He practically leaps out of his seat, clutching the now-hairless spot as if he’s just been ambushed by an invisible enemy. It’s not that Luffy can’t handle pain—it’s the surprise of it all that really gets him.

Even though you carefully explained the whole process beforehand, he somehow managed to forget about that crucial detail. He was too focused on the idea of wax being some weird new eatable substance to pay attention to the part where you mentioned that it might, you know, hurt a bit. His reaction is pure Luffy: loud, dramatic, and completely honest. You can’t help but laugh a little as he rubs his arm, still looking at you like you’ve just pulled the ultimate prank of betrayal on him.

But if you think the pain is going to make Luffy tap out, you’ve got another thing coming. The shock may have caught him off guard, but backing down? That’s not in his nature. Instead, Luffy’s all in—gritting his teeth and getting ready for the next round, like he’s about to face down a sea king. The pain with each wax strip is real, but it’s also the one thing keeping him from reaching that extreme level of boredom that was starting to gnaw at him earlier.

Every time you rip off another strip, his eyes widen for a split second, and you can see him visibly brace himself, but then he’s right back to his usual self, shaking off the pain with a grin. “Hah! That one wasn’t so bad!” he’d boast, even though you can tell from the way he’s rubbing the spot that he definitely felt it.

And in true Luffy fashion, he starts to get into it, almost like he’s made a game out of enduring the waxing. He’ll throw out little challenges, like daring you to rip the next one off faster or harder, because if he’s going to do this, he’s going to go all out. “Come on, hit me with your best shot!” he’d say, grinning even though you know he’s still feeling each pull.

 But as determined as Luffy is, eventually, the boredom creeps back in. He’s the type who needs constant action, and once the novelty of the pain wears off, there’s not much left to keep him entertained. After a few more strips, you notice he’s not reacting as much—his bravado is still there, but the excitement has clearly faded. He starts to tolerate the pain to the point where it’s just another thing happening to him, like getting rained on during a storm.

Before long, you hear the unmistakable sound of snoring. You glance over to see him slouched in the chair, completely conked out as if he’s taking a nap on the Sunny. His body is so used to pushing through discomfort that it just decided, “Why not catch some Z’s?”

You don’t even need to check if he’s okay—those snores are a clear enough sign. You work as quickly as you can, ripping off the strips one after another, half expecting him to wake up at any moment. But he just keeps snoring away, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s still in the middle of a waxing session.

When you finally finish and wake him up, Luffy blinks groggily, still half asleep as you tell him it’s all done. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in, but when it does, his eyes light up like you’ve just told him there’s a mountain of meat waiting for him. He immediately sits up and admires his newly smooth, hairless legs with the same enthusiasm he’d have for discovering a treasure chest.

“Whoa! My legs are so smooth!” he exclaims, rubbing his hands over his legs in amazement. He’s completely mesmerized by the feel of his skin, as if it’s the coolest thing in the world right now. You can already tell that any discomfort or redness is the last thing on his mind.

And before you can even suggest taking it easy, Luffy’s already up and bolting out of the room, eager to show off his fantastic new smooth legs to the rest of the crew. “Hey, guys! Check this out!” he shouts, practically bursting onto the deck with a wide grin plastered on his face. He’s flexing his legs, striking exaggerated poses like he’s just achieved something monumental.

“Look how smooth my legs are!” he brags, showing them off to anyone who will listen. He’s so caught up in his own excitement that he’s completely oblivious to the lingering redness or any stares of confusion from the crew. Even if they’re wondering why he’s so excited about hairless legs, Luffy doesn’t care—he’s just thrilled to have something new to show off.

 If someone asks him how it was, Luffy will flash that signature grin and say, “It was easy!”—completely forgetting that he’d screamed bloody murder when the first strip was ripped off. To him, the pain is already a distant memory, replaced by the thrill of showing off his new, smooth legs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew is left in a mix of surprise and confusion. They’re all quietly wondering how on earth you managed to get Luffy to sit still for so long without him bouncing around or possibly even eating the wax. The idea of Luffy sitting through the entire waxing process without causing total chaos is almost more shocking to them than the fact that he went through with it in the first place.

When the idea of waxing is first brought up, Zoro’s reaction is about as predictable as you’d expect. He barely gives it a second thought before letting out a low, uninterested grunt and going right back to whatever he was doing—probably napping or lifting absurdly heavy weights. Grooming beyond the basics just isn’t his thing. In Zoro’s mind, as long as he’s clean and his swords are sharp, there’s no need for anything extra, especially something as seemingly frivolous as waxing.

His first response would probably be a blunt, “No way,” with a look that says he’s already decided the conversation is over. You can tell that he’s genuinely baffled by the idea. Why on earth would he willingly let someone rip out his hair for no reason? The whole concept just doesn’t compute with him, especially when it’s not going to help him train or fight better.

If you push the idea a little further, maybe teasing him about how even the toughest swordsmen could benefit from smooth skin, he’d probably snap back with something like, “Why would I let someone rip my hair out for no reason?” There’s a hint of irritation in his voice, as if the whole suggestion is almost offensive to his sensibilities. Zoro’s the type who lives by practicality—if it doesn’t make him stronger or help him achieve his goals, it’s not worth his time.

 The only way you’re getting Zoro to agree to waxing is if he’s somehow backed into a corner with no other way out. Maybe he lost a bet after one too many drinks, or someone bribed him with a stash of rare alcohol. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s doing it to shut someone up—most likely Sanji, who’s probably been teasing him nonstop about being too scared to go through with it. Even in that case, though, Zoro would make it crystal clear that this isn’t his idea of fun.

When he finally agrees, it’s with an irritated sigh and a muttered, “This better be quick,” as if he’s about to endure some grueling, unnecessary challenge. You can almost feel the weight of his reluctance hanging in the air, and he’s definitely giving you a look that says he’s only doing this because he has no other choice. It’s a rare moment, almost like spotting an endangered species in the wild—Zoro, the one who faces down powerful enemies without flinching, is now about to endure the ultimate test of patience.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you know it. Getting Zoro to sit still for something as non-essential as waxing is nothing short of a miracle, so you best not let it slip through your fingers. It’s clear that he’s mentally preparing himself, as if this is just another battle to get through—one that he’s determined to endure but not exactly thrilled about.

  Like Luffy, Zoro has zero patience when it comes to things that waste his time, and waxing is no exception. The moment the process begins, you can practically feel the impatience and irritation radiating off him. As soon as you start heating the wax or doing any kind of prep work, Zoro’s already showing signs of frustration. He’s tapping his foot, arms crossed tightly over his chest, and scowling as if the entire process is some sort of personal insult.

“Is this really necessary?” He’d grumble under his breath, casting a sharp glance your way as if daring you to say otherwise. Unlike Luffy, who would probably be whining and fidgeting, Zoro’s complaints are more subdued but no less pointed. He’s the type to internalize his frustration, letting it out in low, growly mutters and the occasional heavy sigh. The whole thing feels like an unnecessary distraction to him—one that’s taking way too long for his liking. Still, he’s not backing down.

Every minute that passes just adds to his annoyance. He’ll let out a groan every time you mention there’s another step or that the wax isn’t quite ready yet. The delay is clearly getting on his nerves, and you can tell that if it were up to him, he’d already be done and back to his training. But instead, he’s stuck here, enduring this tedious process with nothing but his grumbles and scowls to show for it.

 When the wax is finally applied, Zoro’s expression remains as stone-faced as ever. There’s no way he’d let anyone see that he’s uncomfortable, especially over something like this. He sits there with a cold, indifferent look, acting as if the warm wax is just another insignificant obstacle in his day.

He’s not scared—Zoro doesn’t do scared. He’s just getting himself ready for the moment you rip off that first strip. It’s like he’s preparing for a fight—not with an enemy, but with the sharp sting he knows is coming. His eyes narrow slightly as the wax hardens, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating the best way to endure this new form of discomfort.

When you finally rip off that first strip, Zoro doesn’t scream, flinch, or give you the satisfaction of seeing him react. He’s been through far worse than this, and he’s not about to let something as small as waxing get the better of him. The sting is sharp and sudden, but Zoro just grits his teeth, his jaw clenching ever so slightly as he breathes out in a slow, controlled manner. That’s the only sign you get that he even felt it.

As more strips are applied and ripped off, Zoro’s irritation steadily grows—not because of the pain but because of the sheer, mind-numbing repetition of it all. For someone who thrives on action and hates being idle, this process is torture in its own right. The longer he has to sit still, the more his patience wears thin. You can see it in the way his brow furrows and the slight twitch in his jaw as he tries to keep his frustration in check.

“How much longer is this going to take?” he finally asks, his tone laced with impatience. There’s no mistaking the edge in his voice; he’s clearly reaching the end of his rope. His gaze flickers down to his still very hairy legs, and you can practically feel the silent judgment radiating off of him. It’s as if he’s questioning every decision that led him to this moment, where he’s stuck sitting through what feels like an endless ordeal.

A long, loud silence hangs in the air as your eyes trace over the hair still covering his legs. This is obviously going to take a very long time. But as you glance back at Zoro, the last thing you want to do is push him over the edge. With a small, reassuring smile and eyes that do their best to hide the truth, you muster up your most convincing tone and say, “Not long.” You know you’re lying through your teeth, but hey, it’s for the sake of Zoro’s sanity.

 But despite the mounting irritation gnawing at him, Zoro wouldn’t back down or even think about asking to stop. Once he’s committed to something, no matter how trivial or annoying, he sees it through to the bitter end. His stubbornness is practically legendary, and there’s no way he’d let something as simple as waxing break his resolve. The idea of quitting? Not even on his radar. Zoro isn’t about to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking he can’t handle it.

Besides, he knows for a fact that if he even hinted at tapping out, Sanji would never let him live it down. The thought of that smug blonde cook mocking him is enough to keep Zoro going, his pride and stubbornness fueling him through every irritating strip. So he toughs it out with grit in his jaw and steel in his eyes.

 Once the waxing ordeal is finally over, Zoro will act as though it is no big deal. There wouldn’t be any complaints or mentions of pain—he’d simply brush it off with his usual nonchalance. “Done already?” he might say, as if the whole thing was just a minor inconvenience, nothing worth talking about.

Internally, though, Zoro would feel a wave of relief wash over him. He’d never say it out loud, but he’s glad it’s over. The thought of sitting through another round of that repetitive, irritating process? No, thank you. He’s more than ready to move on to something that actually matters—like getting in some serious training, polishing his swords, or finding the nearest sunny spot on the ship for a well-deserved nap.

 Even if his skin is red and irritated afterward, Zoro wouldn’t show the slightest sign of discomfort. He’d carry on with his day like nothing happened, even if the soreness lingers with every move he makes. To anyone who might notice the redness and dare to ask how he’s feeling, he’d give them a simple, “I’m fine,” in that gruff, no-nonsense tone that shuts down any further questioning.

Don’t even think about suggesting that he try it again. Zoro’s already made up his mind—this was a one-time thing, and there’s no chance he’s ever doing it again. Once was more than enough, and he doesn’t see any reason to put himself through that kind of hassle a second time. If you’re ever brave enough to suggest it in the future, you’ll be met with a hard glare and a flat, uncompromising “no.” There’s no room for negotiation in that tone.

From that moment on, Zoro will subtly avoid any situation where waxing could possibly come up again. If he hears the word “waxing” in passing conversation, he won’t even acknowledge it; he’ll just walk away without a word, his mind already moving on to more important matters. The crew might chuckle about it behind his back, but Zoro doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, this is one experience he’s leaving firmly in the past. He literally wants nothing to do with wax ever again.

My girl is a seasoned veteran when it comes to waxing. She’s practically a walking encyclopedia on the subject, knowing all the different types of waxes, which ones are best for specific skin types, and which methods give the smoothest results. She could probably run a beauty salon in her sleep if she wanted to, though she’d charge a hefty fee for it. With all that being said, when you bring up the idea of a waxing session, she’s more than ready to jump on board. She’s no stranger to grooming and self-care; in fact, it’s something she prioritizes.

When the waxing begins, Nami is completely relaxed. She’s no stranger to this, and her confidence shines through. She'll engage in casual conversation with you, keeping the atmosphere light and friendly. However, despite her composed demeanor, she can’t entirely shake the anticipation of the pain that’s about to come.

The thought of wax strips being ripped off makes her just a little bit edgy. To ease her nerves, she might ask, “You’ve done this before, right?” The question comes out half-joking, but there’s an underlying need for reassurance. Whether you decide to tease her or not is up to you, but be careful—you might end up on the receiving end of her temper for playing with her like that.

She knows waxing isn’t exactly a painless experience, so she prepares herself mentally. When the first strip is pulled off, she might exhale sharply, but she won’t scream or cause a scene. Instead, she’ll bite her lip and maybe squint her eyes briefly before quickly regaining her composure. “That was nothing,” she’ll mutter, partly to herself, determined to get through the session with as little fuss as possible.

Throughout the waxing process, Nami would keep the atmosphere light and breezy, effortlessly weaving a stream of witty commentary to distract herself from the sting and keep things fun. “You know, I’ve had marines chasing me who were less painful than this,” she might say with a smirk, her voice steady despite the sharp tugs on her skin.

If Luffy or another crewmate happened to wander by during the session, Nami wouldn’t miss the chance to throw a playful jab their way. “Hey Luffy, I bet you’d cry like a baby if you tried this,” she’d tease, knowing full well that Luffy’s curiosity (and his competitive nature) would probably lead him to try it just to prove her wrong. Honestly, that might be how you got him to sit down for waxing in the first place.

But despite the jokes and banter, Nami wouldn’t let the conversation stray too far from the task at hand. She’s someone who can multitask like a pro, keeping up a lively chat while making sure you’re following the process correctly. “So have you ever tried sugaring? It’s less harsh on the skin,” she might ask casually, as if you’re both just having a normal conversation over tea rather than ripping hair out by the roots.

For the most part, though, the two of you would be chatting away like it was just another day. Nami’s not the type to let a little pain faze her, and she’d take the opportunity to catch up, swap stories, or maybe even get the latest gossip from you.

Once the waxing is done, Nami will pause to admire the results, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she runs her fingers over her freshly smooth skin. “Now this is what I’m talking about,” she’d say with a pleased smile, clearly impressed with how everything turned out. Any lingering redness or irritation wouldn’t phase her in the slightest; she’d already have some soothing lotion on hand, applying it with the practiced ease of someone who’s been through this routine many times before.

After making sure everything’s perfect, she’d flash you a grin. “You did a great job,” she’d say, a hint of genuine appreciation in her tone. And because she’s not one to keep something good to herself, she’d probably hold out her leg toward you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Go ahead, feel how smooth they are,” she’d encourage, clearly eager to show off just how soft her skin is now.

 But just when you thought you were in the clear, happily basking in the relief that Nami enjoyed the waxing session despite the occasional sting, Nami gives you a smile—one of those sweet, too-innocent ones that immediately puts you on edge. Before you can even process what’s happening, Nami turns to you with that sweet, knowing smile of hers, holding up the waxing materials like a challenge. “Your turn!” she announces cheerfully, and it dawns on you that things are far from over.

ﾟ｡ ₍ ꙳⸌ ♡ BONUS ♡⸍ ꙳ ₎ ｡ﾟ

You blink, momentarily dumbfounded. “Wait, what? Nami, no, I’m good. Really. I’m totally fine.” But she’s not hearing any of it. “Come on, we’re going to have matching smooth legs! It’ll be fun!”

“Fun for who?” You protest, trying to back away as she advances with the wax strips. “Nami, seriously, I think I’ll pass. I’m more of a ‘keep my hair’ kind of person.”

“Oh, come on,” Nami insists, her smile widening as she edges closer. “It’s not that bad! We’re gonna match—smooth legs for everyone!”

You try to squirm out of it, but Nami’s determination is as solid as the Thousand Sunny itself. “Nami, please, we can talk about this! I’ll give you all my berries, or maybe I can wax someone else for you!”

“Not a chance,” she grins. “You’ve already committed. Now hold still!” Before you know it, she’s expertly applying the wax, and your protests turn into frantic pleas. “Nami, come on, let’s not do anything rash.”

“Too late!” she chirps as she preps the first strip. “You’re going to love this.”

“NAMI, WAIT—!”

With a swift motion, Nami rips off the first strip, and in that instant, you feel a jolt of fiery pain shoot through your leg. It’s like your soul has just been forcibly evicted from your body.

“AARRRRGHHHH!” The scream that escapes your lips is loud, raw, and absolutely blood-curdling. It echoes through the entire ship, startling birds from nearby trees and probably sending some poor marine scrambling for cover somewhere in the distance.

The rest of the crew pauses mid-task as they hear your shriek of horror.

“Sounds like someone’s having a rough time,” Zoro comments, raising an eyebrow but not moving from his spot.

“Are they… Are they torturing someone in there?” Usopp asks, wide-eyed.

But before anyone can even think of rushing to your aid, Nami’s calm, reassuring voice rings out, though it’s almost drowned out by your continued screams of agony. “It’s fine, it’s fine! Everything’s under control!” she calls, her tone as soothing as someone trying to calm a wild animal. “Just a little waxing!”

Inside the room, you’re practically convulsing, clutching your leg with a mix of horror and disbelief. “Nami…that was—ow—absolutely brutal! I think I’m dying!” Nami’s smile is as bright as ever as she pats your shoulder encouragingly. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t that bad, just a little sting!”

The second strip is suddenly torn off, and you let out another soul-piercing scream that echoes throughout the entire ship. The sound is so loud and terrifying that even the fish swimming under the Thousand Sunny probably stop dead in their tracks.

Meanwhile, outside, the crew is collectively wincing with every scream you let out. “Maybe we should just let them handle it,” Robin suggests with a small smile, knowing better than to get in Nami’s way.

“Yeah, good luck to them,” Franky adds, cringing as another scream reverberates through the air.

Luffy, who’s lounging nearby, tilts his head and grins. “Hey, maybe they’ll have smooth legs like me!”

Back in the room, you’re gripping the sides of your seat, your knuckles white as you endure yet another strip being pulled off. “Nami, this has to be illegal in at least ten countries!”

“Relax, you’re doing great!” Nami reassures you, her voice as chipper as ever, even as you let out another ear-splitting shriek. “Just a few more and we’ll be done!”

“Just a few more?!” you practically wail, but it’s no use.

The crew collectively decides that maybe it’s best not to check in on you just yet. After all, they know better than to interfere when Nami’s on a mission.

[c0smoshit]

Comfort headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud, Zack and my bby Vincent

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none, just fluff

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ First little fic after a while, hope you guys enjoy!!

Cloud

★ As we all know, he isn't the best comfort buddy

★ But, through all the years he had to slowly leave behind all his trauma, he definitely has softened up

★ Secretly loves the way you would fall asleep on him after bawling your eyes out

★ Obviously not much of a talker, he prefers to listen and just be there for you

★ I just love to think that it always ends up in a hours-lasting cuddling session, doesn't matter if he was the one who needed to be comforted or the other way around

"It´s fine, really" However, your puffy cheeks said otherwise as you adverted your gaze from him. Your arms hugging your body wearily, soft sniffles and of course, your ragged breathing was all you had let him see. His approach was sincere, walking slowly up to you just to place a hand on your shoulder, he sure had improved on how to just... listen over the years. "Talk to me" But still you wouldn't budge, turning your face from him, embarrassed he had to see you like this once again. So after huffing out a sigh he seemed to have been holding for quite a while now, he placed his left hand on your unoccupied shoulder and pulled you closer to him. Then you let go, ugly sobbing into his chest as you fisted his shirt. His hands trying the most soothing patterns he recalls you drawing on his back after a rough day. He would caress as tenderly as he could, not quite being used to touching a texture softer than the handle of his sword, to hear such pretty cries and not from death. "Sorry, I just-" You hiccuped after you had rambled your sorrows into the tension-filled air of your room. However, he didn't budge, muffling your priceless apologies into his chest as he opted to just hold you for however you needed him to. That was his way of showing you how much he appreciated you, everything you had done to soothe him, he will reciprocate too.

Zack

★ MAJOR comforter

★ I mean, he doesn't even have to do anything, his meere presence is just so comforting

★ He feels bad about it but he loves your face whenever you're grumpy or upset, he just finds your tear-stained cheeks so cute!

★ Oh and btw, you aren't crying more than 5 minutes when he's around

★ He would do anything to make you forget it, want some icecream? He's already bought like 10 of them. A massage? Face down lying on your mattress asap

"C'mon y/n" You felt his saddened voice ring through your ears, his hands holding your waist as you hid your face under your palms. Your cheekbones glistening and getting irritated from the saltiness of your tears, and the more he tried to sneak a peek out of the them, the worse he felt. "Look at me please" He whispered as he delicately placed his still gloved hands over yours, finally prying them off your gorgerous face. "There we go, as beautiful as I remember" You didn't know why, but at first glance, his dumb but somewhat anxious smile looking down at you made you mimic his own expression, earning a playful laugh from him. It really wasn't fair, you thought, you could never be upset around him. "What? Got something funny on my face?" He joked before swiftly moving his hands and reaching the sides of your waist, nagging your sides until he had to catch you from falling on your ass as you laughed. "You're such a dork" You giggled out after he lifted you into his arms, your feet dangling off the floor as your arms were trapped under a bear hug. Hearts beating shakily into each other the more he nuzzled into you. "Yeah, but you love it"

Vincent

★ Tbh I think he's the most compressive of the three

★ Would and will listen to you ramble for hours of necessary, he's such a hopeless romantic

★ Not a fan of physical contact but if you are, he would not complain if you wanted to cuddle with him

★ (I mean this mf is always sleeping on his coffin)

★ Will do whatever you felt more comfortable with, if you just want him to listen and be there, he will, if you want to be alone, he will leave you be (but ofc he later would be looking for you to see if you were fine)

"Who was it?" A sudden deep voice rang through your ears, making you jolt up from the floor as you looked around to spot the source of it. And of course, it was your deary sneaky vampire. "Jesus" You choked out before turning your back to him, telling him that one, he really should stop sneaking on you like that and two, of course it was nothing. Either way, as soon as he heard your pained voice he knew you required some comfort, he's been there already. The more you stepped away, the more he tried to approach you, finally getting to wrap his cold arms on your waist as your back pressed against his chest. . . . You both stayed like that for a while, rocking back and forth as he lulled you, letting you cry out your last tears before you finally felt relief, slumping down on him as sleepiness took over your features.

He huffed out what seemed a quiet laugh before dragging you back into your bed, sitting on it first as he let you nestle on his lap, your cheek pressed against his shoulder as you slowly dozed off on him. His cloack sure was comforting.

Bonus!!

"Don't let such a stupid thing get into your head dummy" "Yeah, she's right y/n" You swore you couldn't feel any warmer in that moment, the girl's you've always looked up to were sweeter than ever. And yeah, it was a stupid thing you were upset about too.

Then they both took you on one of the best improvised little dates ever, taking walks and admiring the (not-so-clean) streets of Midgar. Then Aerith took you to her house, Tifa following shortly behind you as they both giggled playfully.

A cuddling session followed closely and you were absolutely living it. Snacking on some homemade food Aerith's mom had worked on the day before and nuzzling your head onto Aerith's chest meanwhile Tifa had her arms around you for behind.

"You both are the best, really"

You sighed out, your eyes not puffy anymore as you glanced at both of them. Earning more sweet comments from the brunnete and nods from the bartender.

[stormyelliotwritez]

STORMYYYY

Ahem

Logan is, once again, a sweaty, shirtless mess

He finds his boyfriend reading a book, and as he’s talking, he’s stretching. This, in turn, exposes his hairy pits 🤗

Reader is… intrigued. He can’t stop staring.

Logan, as a joke, walks over and stuffs the reader’s face in his pit! So obviously, the reader is super mad an-

Nah. Reader’s into it and starts moaning.

Cue the teasing, kissing, and promises of ✨more✨

This is probably gonna be short lmao btw but itll be good hopefully

credit to @asgardswinter for the photo

HE A FUNKY GUY

Logan had been working out and had just finished. He decided to go and find his boyfriend before getting showered or changed or anything. He wandered through their place before finding you in the bedroom, reading a book.

“Hey bub,” he smirked as he leaned in the doorway.

“Logan!” You said happily without looking up from your book.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes at how engaged you were in some book.

“So I was talking to Laura and she said she wants to come to that music thing and so I was thinking we could go get dinner before.”

As he was talking, he started stretching and you heard his metal bones like creaking slightly so you looked up. His arms were in the air and you hadn’t noticed his pits before. Were they always that hairy?

“So we could get dinner and then go to the music concert thing and I’ve been meaning to try that ice-cream place nearby so we could go there after either dinner or the concert.”

Had his armpits always been that much of a turn on? Had they always been that hairy? You kept staring, more engaged in his pits than you were in the book.

After a few minutes, he stopped talking and tilted his head curiously like a cat. “Whatcha looking at, bub?”

You didn’t say anything, just kept staring as he stretched his arms above his head again. He smirked and a light bulb seemed to go off in his head. A moment later, he walked over and leaned down.

“Like what you see, bub?”

Before you could answer, he grabbed the back of your head and stuffed your face in his armpit and then chuckled. It was a joke so why did you feel so mad and then not mad?

“Huh, bub? You like that?”

For a moment, you wanted to yell at him but then you breathed in and he just smelt nice. It was hot and also very safe. He just smelt safe. You moaned softly and he raised an eyebrow and then pulled away.

“Really? That gets you?”

You looked up at his face, tearing your eyes away from his pits, and nodded. He chuckled and leaned in close to your face. “Well, isn’t that just lovely?” He teased.

You blushed and tried to look away. His hand gripped onto your chin and turned your face back to face him.

“Hey, hey, don’t look away from me, handsome. I won’t talk to you if you’re looking away,” he said firmly.

You glanced back up at him, making eye contact.

“Now, you always been into that or is it new?” He teased as he leaned in so you could feel his breath on your face.

“I think it’s new,” you mumbled, flustered.

He nodded and clicked with his tongue. “Well well well then.”

He pulled you in for a chaste kiss. Kissing him was always like fireworks. It was electric and fast and always changing. You tried to make it last longer but he pulled away.

“Hey, can’t have you getting too excited when the main event hasn’t even started,” he said with a wink before nodding down at his armpit.

You grinned and threw your book onto the floor. This was gonna be so much more interesting.

[teddybeartoji]

me and suguru me and suguru me and suguru... mm maybe it's a few days after our first kiss (which isn't even a proper kiss btw i'll talk abt that soon too dw) and the air between us is just a little weird bc neither of us has yet to bring it up....

and now we haven't seen each other for the whole day too bc we both had stuff to do but. we have this Event in the evening and we're both supposed to attend alongside with satoru and shoko...

suguru's the last to arrive and by that time all three of us are a little tipsy already, laughing loudly at one of the tables together. he sees me throwing my head back, cackling at one of satoru's stupid jokes and suguru pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue. he hasn't seen me in a dress. ever. and now he's forced to take all of that in with the side of me boosting satoru's ego by going along with everything he says.

when he finally joins the table, his hand rests on the backrest of mine, his body towering over me as he teases satoru over smth aaand when i tilt my head back to look at him he glances at me and i die. thank you for listening to my tedtalk. no but yeah i blush and just try to keep my composure bc that shit is embarrassing as fuck he should not be having such an effect on me jfc.

he sits way too close to me too. mind you, we haven't talked properly in like two days. his hand stays behind my back for the rest of the night, his thigh bumping against mine as he manspreads on his seat (😒😒) but the second he sees me roll my shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut, the first signs of me getting tired, he leans closer to, his lips brushing against my ear. "want to go outside, hm?"

shoko gives me an awfully Knowing smirk but i go with him anyway (obviously).

(his hand stays glued to my lower back for the entire time he guides me through the crowd.)

i rest against the wall of the building and he stands in front of me, a few strands of his hair falling from their slicked back place as he places a cig between his lips. he lights it while keeping eye-contact. he's got that grin on his face. i hate it (he looks so fucking good).

he takes a step, now standing tall and proud right there in my own personal space. he's way too close. but it's not like i'd ever push him away. so he stays; inhales the smoke and then exhales it to the side. and then he's raising his hand to me and places the stick between my lips without a word. he watches how i breathe it in in slow motion. he can smell my perfume. i blow the smoke in his face and all he does is stare at me with that look on his face.

"you gonna kiss me again?"

"you want me to?"

i want to punch him.

"oh, fuck off."

he hums, his eyes flicking to my lips when he sees the corners twitching, an annoyed smile threatening to break out.

"you look really pretty... " his words trail off, his eyes heavy as they meet mine.

"yeah?"

"yeah... " his fingertips dance on my waist, treading on thin ice, on the thin fabric of my dress and i just wish i could crack open his head and see what he's thinking about. i swear he's even closer now; i can hear him taking in another puff of the cigarette and i can feel the warmth of his body against mine. i can feel his thigh pressing against mine. "i missed you, you know?"

okay, so i really want to punch him.

"and who's fault is that, hm?"

his grin stretches wider. he likes it when i push back, talk back. fight back. it makes this little game of his even more fun.

but before he can trap me with his sweet, honeyed words, the door slams open and out stumble shoko and satoru, their arms locked as they talk way too loudly. i turn to look at them, suguru doesn't. inhale.

he hums to himself again as he holds back on the urge to push my hair behind my shoulder to expose even more of my skin, his teeth itching at the mere thought.

exhale.

[ghostingcrows]

I used to talk about this a lot but 

IDW Prowl is probably one of the most complex characters in the comics and I absolutely hate it when hes reduced down to “the asshole character”

Cause like

Yeah sure hes got a bit of a stick up his ass

But I feel like people just end there analysis of him there

Has he committed a lot of war crimes and done unethical stuff

Yes

But so has literally EVERYONE else in this universe

Starscream is literally the pinnacle of war crimes

The comics make a point calling out even Optimus for his questionable actions and orders during the war with the Dinobots saying he makes them do the dirty work for him

Megatron literally commits genocide and yet his story ends with an alternate version of him going free and exploring the universe with the LL

The literal war lord was treated better and is looked upon more positively than Prowl and I think it just came down to how fucked Prowl got by the writers

Because while Megatrons redemption was all in your face and you got a shit ton of flashbacks that try to justify the eventual atrocities he would commit you don’t get that with Prowl

Even when Prowl is absolutely in the right you constantly have it disregarded by characters making jokes about him overreacting (being mad OP is sending the space tyrant away with free reign of his own ship isn’t overreacting btw-) and as such you start to think of him as a genuinely irrational character when hes not

Prowl is bad at keeping the relationships he forms yes 

But he is not always at fault for that

While his relationship with CD ended poorly Chromedome is also shown to be kinda of a dick sometimes and commits his fair share of fucked up things such as when he literally ATTACKS PROWL AND FORCES HIS WAY INTO HIS MIND TO PROTECT HIMSELF FROM THE CONSEQUENCE OF HIS ACTIONS WHEN PROWL THREATENS TO TELL REWIND ABOUT THE SHITTY STUFF HE DID IN HIS PAST

This leads to Prowls inevitable snowball out of control when this attack leads to an opening for Bombshell (I think its been a while since I read the comics) to use his tech to mind control him forcing him into combining with the contructicons

Something we learn is an immensely intimate thing with their minds being kinda melded 

This was something Prowl did not want 

And when all was said and done and he was calmed down he still had to live with that gesalt he was forced into with them following him around like fanboys

Nobody ever even really stopped to check in on him 

And as such he understandable went a little bit insane

He had just faced an immensely traumatic invasion of his body and mind and on top of stress form feeling like everything was out of his control and like he couldn’t stop the bad things from happening alongside bitter emotions being brought back up with a return visit to Earth and reunion with spike AND the fact that he feels like Optimus doesn’t trust him and like hes just letting Starscream do whatever he want (something that understandably freaks him out seeing as how he spent 4 million years fighting Starscream) he just kinda snaps

He trys to destroy the space bridge so that no one else can leave or get through and so he can regain some semblance of control

Is it wrong

Yes

But he was not in a good state of mind and no one was helping him at all 

And immediately following his arrest afterward Prowl is confronted by OP who is supposed to be his friend and when Prowl doesn’t say the right things to him to placate him Optimus’ response is to punch him out a window and beat the shit out of him

And not being given any room to breath this is immediately follow up my him getting kidnapped by Tarantulas who is very obviously an impactful and negative part of his past

Prowl just has bad event, one after the other, happen to him over and over again and not only does no one check up on him afterwards to see if hes okay but everyone actively makes fun of him for being understandable unstable

Prowl is a fucking tragedy and not many people seem to be able to see beyond what characters in the comics think of him

[kakarotcake]

Had a giant early morning realization on why I enjoy Gochi as much as I do. (I wrote a lot in this; there's a TLDR at the end but please read through my hopefully-coherent rambling to get full context.)

It's specifically because of how non-conventional they are. They didn't date / go through a courting phase before they got married. They barely knew each other at all in fact. Yet, Goku felt unbothered enough to honor a promise he made as a child, and agreed to go forward with the marriage anyway. Chi Chi stayed committed to Goku's promise, despite how she didn't know him, and literally got his consent as an adult first before they went on.

And they made it work.

I so wish we got to see the 5 years of Goku and Chi Chi living together + the early years of Gohan's youth, but specifically because I would like to see just how they each adapted to their new living situation. But regardless, the fact remains that they STAYED together. Chi Chi for sure would've left Goku if she was that unhappy with how Goku just isn't a conventional guy when it comes to relationships. Going home to her dad and resuming being Fire / Frypan Mountain's Princess was always right there as an option. Hell Chi Chi's been identified as an attractive lady in-universe, so she could probably meet someone new before long! But she didn't take it. IIRC, she never has.

I also feel like Goku would also get up and leave if he was unhappy. He's never had to force himself to sacrifice his own happiness for someone else as he lived on Paozu by himself for years, then spent the rest of his teenhood traveling around & training, so if presented with that kind of scenario he wouldn't think twice before being like "ok whatever, see ya" and just peacing out. He wouldn't see the point in staying, since why would he make himself stay somewhere he isn't welcomed or doesn't feel welcome? Grandpa Gohan's old home was always there for him.

My personal biggest gripes with their relationship have honestly never been because of how they had little chemistry before they got together. For me it's always been about how Chi Chi is just treated like a joke by the writer(s); she follows an angry housewife stereotype. Sure, it's supposed to be a joke and she's supposed to come off as comedic, but it only ends up doing damage because it encourages you as a viewer to not take Chi Chi or her relationship with Goku seriously. (I'm ignoring Goku here, but his writing in DBS *anime wise at least* is atrocious and further fed into this btw.)

Yet, from what I've seen over the years in the western fanbase, people's biggest issues with Gochi (aside from general Chi Chi hatred) is because it isn't a conventional relationship. It had hardly any chemistry going into it. I understand that logic, don't get me wrong, but I only understand it when I factor in society's amatonormative & allonormative lens. And I hate both of those things. Gochi not complying with them is what I find charming about the ship.

They didn't date or establish a super deep bond or whatever, yet they lived together in peace for 5 years. They continued to bounce off of one another throughout Z. Chi Chi NEVER remarried or even dated someone while Goku was dead for 7 years. She was crying happy tears when he finally returned at the end of the Buu saga. Goku was more than happy to go home with her and their kids (and tbh I'm 99.99% sure he wouldn't have minded if Chi Chi chose to get with someone else - he chose to stay dead after all). OBVIOUSLY they care for one another a lot, despite how they married each other as strangers. They themselves are narrative (if that's the right word) proof that conventional love & romance & whatever don't guarantee successful marriages. I adore that.

And it's funny because Vegebul is a pairing that also had little to no chemistry going into it, but unlike with Gochi, the no chemistry actually does hurt it for a couple of reasons (all of them revolving around how Vegeta was/is a terrible person) that I won't get into here because it'll derail this post and it's long enough already. I just wanted to point that out in text myself first, before other people came at me trying to argue it.

Anyway. TLDR Gochi as a ship defies amatonormative & allonormative concepts regarding intimate relationships. "You have to date / court someone first, fall in love with them, then marry them because marriage will make sense & be healthy then." They didn't do the first two parts, but after getting married, they're happy together. They spat in the face of societal norms & expectations.

[abbyslev]

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑱𝑱𝑲

A/N: HEY BABIES i’ve been working on this lmao i’m currently in my jjk obsession era i fear 😋 I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS HAHA I HAD SM FUN WRITING IT!! ESP GOJOS LMAOO lmk if you guys want PARENT GOJO HCS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY CUTE IDEAS LMAOO

WARNINGS: not proofread i fear 💔

yuuji bsfs hcs here!

YUUTA

prepare yourself 

he’s very shy at first, never had friends really so when he saw how cool you were he was very shy to talk to you

ofc you initiated conversation !! 

he noticed how maki was very close to you, yet you were less tense and way nicer 

you showed him around and he noticed everyone knew you which kind of intimidated him 

he started opening up about his interest and you two traded numbers after a while 

after a month or so you two started hanging outside of class and training 

late night dinners!! 

you randomly buy each other stuff from the convenience store !! 

gojo started sending him on missions with you and you had so much patience with him

you were very sweet and walked him through everything 

of course in the middle of a battle he’d stay and watch over you, yet watching intently to make sure nothing went wrong 

late night calls 

always always always helping him study!! 

you could tell maki was holding back a crush and yuuta DEFINITELY had a crush on her 

you were trying to get them to date 

he holds your bags when you guys shop!! 

training together, he asks you don’t hold back on him 

sharing food. you put on his plate whatever you don’t like and he will gladly eat it up!! 

you like to mess with his hair a lot, especially since it’s already pretty ruffled 

once he opened up to you completely, you know when he’s upset 

you know how to comfort him best 

showing up at his door with takeout late at night (you had to beg gojo to get it for you) 

staying in his dorm while y’all eat and play street fighter 

you teach him more about your power and your energy, to which he looks more into !! 

takes interest in your interest, you do the same !!

matching outfits on non-school days on accident

panda laughs at you both btw 

you guys are inseparable basically, if one’s not there, neither will the other!! 

MEGUMI

a lot of people think megumi is this cold, hard kid with no emotion 

WRONG 

you grew up with him, basically being raised by gojo too

he took a liking more to you than gojo i fear 

as kids, you two would fall asleep against each other while his divine dogs protected you both 

gojo ofc had to have a photoshoot 

megumi genuinely respects you as a sorcerer, seeing the endless nights you’d spend in your room training 

he claims he uses full force on you when you two train, but he’s obviously lying 

meg can be a picky eater sometimes, so he puts it on your plate 

he appreciates when you slide your soup to him without a word though 

he likes his space, and he greatly appreciates that you know that!! 

sometimes he wants to sit with you in silence, and sometimes he wants to be alone, and somehow you can read his mood perfectly 

he will tease you sometimes when you guys are alone

if you’re sitting on his bedroom floor, he will ruffle your hair or even crack some jokes 

he actually does play some video games, whichever ones you get him as presents 

he’s not on his phone much, but he does text you back fairly quickly 

doesn’t like you going on missions alone, and if you do, he may send a divine dog with you sometimes 

genuinely doesn’t understand how you can stand gojo sometimes 

which by the way, he uses to make you two match as kids 

gojo literally tried to put meg in a dress and got kicked in the face 

how do you get kicked by a seven year old? don’t ask 

very very supportive, but also very honest 

you call him before you go on dates and ask his opinions on your outfits 

“isn’t that a bit much skin? what if she’s like…i don’t know…not into that? Is that how it works?” poor him he doesn’t know 

if he finds a cute girl and he tells you about it, YOU WILL TALK TO HER ABOUT HIM 

he gets all shyyyyy 

meg still gets shy telling you things 

pretty much trusts you though

“lemme see em hehehe” as he gets his divine dogs out for you so you can play fetch w them :((

his doggies also comfort you a lot so since he’s not very emotionally available he’ll let you vent while petting the dogs

only lets you call him megs. one time panda tried it and got the death stare from megumi 

“why can only they call you megs” “cause i’m his favorite :D”

doesn’t let anyone be mean to you, HE WON'T BE ACCEPTING THAT BEHAVIOR 

pls take care of bb megs HES THE BEST OK 

TOGE

it was kind of a rough start

you didn’t understand his cursed speech and you definitely got stressed with “bonito flakes” and “kelp” 

you would ask him things but you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t reply 

shorty after you met panda and maki and they explained 

which right after, that night you bought a notebook so you could communicate 

toge thought this was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him 

you guys ended up trading numbers and stayed up LATE sending each other videos and gushing about video games 

toge actually is pretty interesting, he hates not being able to talk about stuff with you

you finally got around to understanding his language !! 

that made everything much easier 

one time you were cold and he wrapped his scarf around you </33

don’t let his lack of speaking abilities fool you, this man WILL BE YOUR WINGMAN

you see a cute girl across the street, he’s chasing them down 

you two are an unbeatable duo, which is why you complete harder missions together 

training is ok, he can’t really use his voice so it’s just you two wrestling 

on missions you keep throat medicine on you for him

you help him study a lot, he’s actually very smart 

study sessions usually end up with you two on his bed, junk food everywhere and controllers in your hands,  hushed arguments between the two

you usually buy his lunch and bring it to him, but if y’all are out together, he pays for everything like the gentleman he is 

your biggest supporter!! if you fail at a move or can’t perfect something, he text you words of encouragement 

pls protect toge he deserves the world 

GOJO

dear god hold on 

how you survived high school gojo is beyond anyone’s comprehension 

you basically rasied meg too 

he’s tall… HE WILL USE THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE 

hiding things from you all the time

if you are texting your situationship or something gojo WILL take your phone and read everything outloud 

if you fall on your ass or something embarrassing happens, instead of helping you he will record to humiliate you in front of his kids 

which btw they are your kids too !!

esp megs, you raised him and (though he’ll never admit it) he sees you as a mom

you submit to nobara’s shopping addiction i fear 

you’ll be in the middle of a lesson and HERE COMES GOJO BARGING IN 

the students stare at him in fear as he lift up one side of his blindfold to show you a funny video he found 

also don’t worry about having to pay for anything, he’s got it covered 

you try and deny him but he’s like “we all know you need it” annoying ass 

you also swear to never take him to family gatherings again 

but you do every single time 

the one time you took him your cousins fawned over him and your aunties asked if that was your husband and you had to explain he was your best friend 

gojo waved at your cousins and even fucking posed ???? 

you yelled at him on the way home but all he did was smile 

you used to tuck in megumi in bed and gojo would be like “don’t let the curses bite” and you would stare him down

gojo sends you on wild missions, yet still makes sure they’re safe enough for you 

he takes a liking to yuuji, meg, and nobara so he sends you to watch over them 

he knows your parental instincts are STRONG so he knows you will protect the kids with your life

one time megumi was being very open and honest with you about a problem and gojo interrupted you guys 

megumi never talked about his emotions again i fear 

if you ever get seriously injured he will joke around and take you to Shoko, but he’s really worried and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

keeps you out of his battles, and will even fight yours

see a girl you like? he’s on his way to let her know and maybe even get her number for you! 

will literally bring you food at two in the morning 

it's just who he is 

knows he seriously fucked up when you pull his hair, lift his blindfold up and see your face like “>:(”

you usually call him saturo so when you say “gojo SATURO!” he knows he fucked up

he loves his kids…yet he leaves them with you and now you have to deal with their bickering 

on your off days he loves to take you to shopping and out to eat! it’s his favorite

“max out my card” as an apology but all you want is a real explanation to why he blew up your room and why his kids were laughing 

you flick his forehead a lot 

you and utahime gang up on him a lot i fear 

though she’s very serious and you just like to tag along 

he buys you cool little trinkets 

“what’s this?” “a special something” and its literally just a snow globe 

not very emotionally available either so he just jokes around and tries his best to help you 

you understand he can get upset and refuse to show it, so you just sit beside him and draw shapes on his knees until he says something 

his phone is full of you throwing fits and angry photos 

occasionally cute ones of you guys together 

he sends you thousands of photos of either him, scenery, his kids or strangers 

you do the same obviously 

one time you and shoko hung out and sent gojo a pic and he screenshotted shokos smeared lipstick and sent it with a “??”

you post him on your insta and all ur friends slide up asking for his @ 

yes his ego gets bigger 

your favorite thing to do is grab the back of his head and yank off his blindfold and curse at him 

use to shove megumi in your arms and scream into his hands 

“HE WONT EAT THE FUCKING VEGGIES PLEASE JUST HELP”

megumi gladly ate the veggies you fed him 

rivalry fr

“EW PUT SHOES ON” as he wiggles his bare feet in your face

will teleport to your room randomly 

you also steal his glasses randomly 

he KNOWSSSS when theres a woman in room

will start spam texting you for details 

he is part of the sassy man apocalypse i fear 

you and shoko shoo him away for some “girl time” and he goes “i AM one of the girls” with a little sassy eye roll

i could write about this man forever LMAOO

fav

NANAMI

its not a spoken title but trust everyone knows your nanamis best friend 

i mean why else would he allow you in his office just so you can gossip ?? 

gojo complains about being mistreated 

whenever he buys books he buys two, one for you one for him 

buys you lunch! 

since he does love food, friday and saturday night dinners are a must 

you guys like to try different foods from different countries! 

every once in a while he will drink wine with you 

you guys are pretty much a deadly duo 

will give you flowers! it’s sweet

he’s not big on social media but he will go on there to like your newest post 

gojo complains again i fear 

you planned a super big vacation for you both for his birthday and even got some days off for him

that was the only vacation he’s ever been on, and he couldn’t thank you enough

though you wanted to pay, he ended up paying for everything you wanted at the trip

you spent so much money on reservations and plane tickets, he was worried 

he refuses to let you pay for anything! 

he’s not a pro at dates, but he will help you plan out a date 

also buys you a new outfit and helps you get ready 

“Did you get her flowers? should we get her anything else, or is this fine?” 

biggest supporter, but also does not enable bad actions like fear 

“well you’re not my dad” “fine then, go and get butthurt” 

he’s very sarcastic and straightforward with you, you love it 

he’s very organized about his outfits, so you’ll mess with him by saying his shirt is untucked or something 

when he carries you on his back because you’re super drunk you’ll be like “you loveeeee mee” 

“you keep telling yourself that.” but he indeed loves you so much 

opens doors for you, car doors, keeps hygiene products for you in his car, never lets you pay, always has a jacket ready for you, carries your bags, gets you dinner, this man is THE gentleman 

“NNAAAAAAANAMIIIII” “oh god, what now?”

you bust into his office anytime 

you guys like reading the morning paper and sharing your thoughts on it 

you got eachother thin little matching bracelets 

he does wear his :(( all the time :(( he never takes it off :(( 

CUTE CUTE CUTE YOU GUYS ARE BESTIES 

tags: @saenora

[chycoin]

HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in “SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

[submissivekillers]

Norman with an over confident but bad at flirting reader?

(love ur stuff btw)

y/n: has absolutely negative rizz norman: ohhh i can't not fuck them

in all seriousness after considering it.... i kinda feel like this is the ideal pairing for norman?

like, norman is a very pretty man. he probably has been hit on before. but because of The Problems, straightforward flirting - especially if it's sexual in tone - just makes him awkward at best, and completely shut down at worst (until mother bates comes out.) the flirt in turn either ends up unsettled by him or dead (or both)

but when you hit him with the silliest line he's ever heard, the sheer combination of flattery, confusion, and amusement manages to override all of that ingrained fear and shame and he just. laughs?

and MAYBE that be kind of ego crushing, except that he's still pink around the ears and hiding his face in his hands, and even when he sobers up enough to finish checking you in he's got this sweet, almost surprised grin on his face, like he'd forgotten how good laughter felt

so. obviously you're going to have to keep flirting with him, if it means he'll smile at you like that again

crucially, there's never any sense of pressure that accompanies your flirting. in fact, for a long time i think norman would operate under the assumption that you don't mean anything by it - you just seem so pleased whenever you get him giggling and clutching his sides, and you never make a single move to indicate you want anything more, so? clearly you're just a very friendly person who likes making people laugh, and he's nothing special

of course, you are So Very Into Him and screaming internally every time you get tongue-tied and end up spouting out some insane pick-up line instead of just telling him how you feel goddamnit -

but that's also fine, in a way, because from what norman shares with you about his past the last thing you'd ever want to do is make him feel trapped by your affection, and because you still get to see that cute grin. so you learn not to mind

i think norman would really admire your confidence; you seem to move through the world so easily, whereas he has so much weighing him down. he worries sometimes that he's too boring for you, plain and shy and still fighting that voice in his ear that tells him to make you disappear. but when he expresses those thoughts to you - lightly, trying to make a joke but getting a lil too self-deprecating with it - you get so earnest, taking his hands in yours and looking at him with warm, clear eyes

you tell him how happy you are to have met him, how much you admire his dedication to the motel and to becoming a better man, how you love hearing him chatter about his new taxidermy project or the strangers who pass through the hotel, and norman starts to realize that all that terrible flirting did mean something

naturally, the pick-up lines don't stop once the two of you finally make it past the pining stage. if anything, an established relationship just makes you lay it on even thicker - but it also means norman can just kiss you to quiet you down, an arrangement that neither of you have a problem with

MAJOR bonus points if, despite all your bluster, you melt whenever the attention is returned. you catch norman on a good day when he feels bold enough to respond with some teasing of his own, and you respond by turning into a blushing, stuttering mess? oh, he's hooked

local motel owner becomes absolute menace, more news at 6

in conclusion, norman bates will let you hit if you're goofy

[miasthoughtsteeheehawhaw]

eye symbolism?? idk man its late and i have thoughts (this is about bakugou btw)

so in mha's artstyle the child characters are drawn with big eyes (which is not unheard of in anime and manga) and i got to thinking that this probably symbolizes some sort of childhood innocence (being kids and all)

so bakugou, has innocence in these flashbacks right? hes just a kid after all (his eyes are a touch smaller and more angular which is either just a stylistic choice or something ill dig real deep into at some point idk im just trying to crank these words out before i go to bed)

but obviously the big-eyed look is not on bakugou for very long as if we look at him nowadays his eyes appear to have shrunk just a tad

(also, sidenote: do you even understand how hard it is to find a picture of bakugou thats not either fan art or surrounded by hearts and shit? sorry anyway)

look at them dinky eyes. now what has happened to this goblin of a boy? ill tell you.

society

^please read that in a posh old timey british accent please it makes it funny please laugh at my jokes i promise im actually funny guys i swear

anyway lets get into quirkism (is that the word? idk). so because reasons i dont need to explain, quirkism is deeply ingrained into society, so when children develop (or dont develop) their quirks, the 'strong' kids are idolized by not only their fellow children but their teachers and adults in their life as well, which may lead to a somewhat inflated ego....not gonna name names but BAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOUBAKUGOU

anyway

so hes been hardened by societys expectations of him so of course hes gonna be a little mean (okay i admit a little is a bit of an understatement given the whole 'kill yourself' bit, not his finest moment, i must say) so am i excusing his behavior? NO! HE DID A BAD THING

however it would not have reached that point if someone had intervened. maybe said something along the lines of 'hey bakugou maybe dont bully that guy thats really shitty' but bakugou never faced any consequences for it really. his gaggle of goons encouraged it and the teachers never stopped it.

this post started with eyes...i got a little side tracked...whoops anyway back to eyes

you may be thinking: 'mia youre stupid and wrong, the change in eye size is just to show that bakugou is older.' and to that i say NUH UH

i raise you midoriya

TAKE A GANDER AT THEM BIG OLE EYEBALLS!

i think they represent his hope and resilience and his willingness to be vulnerable

eyes are the window to the soul and his are so big you can see right through them. you can SEEEEE

but bakugou yall, he got them dinky eyes. theyre small and closed off because he sees vulnerability as a weakness. what does bakugou hate? being weak. so hes got small eyes so no one can see him

anyway i totally read wayyy too much into that but i mean, let a gal have fun

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Heather Duke x fem reader headcanons

Warnings: being queer in the 80s, internalized homophobia, brief mentions of sex (I might do full nsfw headcanons some other time), some modern au stuff is thrown in here as well btw

A/N: I know I have asks I need to work on but I wanted to write some queer headcanons for my beloved Heather Duke 💚(and I have NEVER written for her before so my bad if this didn't turn out well 😭)

First things first, I see Heather as a lesbian with comphet I see all the Heathers that way but that's besides the point so when she first noticed you she tried to brush off the butterflies in her stomach as jealousy over you or something

It didn't matter what she did to try to ignore you, for some reason she felt really drawn to you in a way she just couldn't explain (it's called a crush girlfriend look it up). You know that one song Head Over Heels by Tears For Fears? Yeah, that's how she felt every time she looked at you

You obviously knew who she was as one of the most popular girls in school, but you never hung out with her since you were part of different social groups, meaning the two of you first officially met when you were paired up with each other for some kind of assignment for school

The first time you so much as smiled at her she was gone immediately, practically melting to the floor in a pile of goo. It took her a good ten minutes to stop stuttering long enough to properly introduce herself

As you two got to know each other, she found herself being more and more enamored with you. You ended up taking over her every waking thought, until she couldn't do anything without thinking about you

She started to become increasingly agitated whenever you'd talk about friends of yours or other people who you hung out with- after all, she's a Heather. How could you not want to hang out with her all the time?

After a while of knowing each other, you let it slip (whether accidentally or on purpose) that you like girls, something that she genuinely never thought was possible before you said it out loud. Girls aren't supposed to like girls, they're supposed to like guys! ...right?

(If this is a modern au just play some Chappell Roan for her and eventually she'll get it. Okay back to the headcanons now lmao)

Grappling with the fact that girls actually can like other girls, she ends up impulsively kissing you based on pure instinct. She's so embarrassed when she finally realizes what she's done, but you're just sitting there with a dopey grin on your face

She ends up leaving right after, stuttering out apology after apology- what was she thinking, kissing another girl? What's wrong with her? She's one of the most popular girls in school, she could have any guy she wanted... but she soon comes to realize that the only person she wants is you

After avoiding you for what seems like forever (it was only for about a week) she finally approaches you again, with the intent to apologize and inform you that she can continue this "friendship" with you no longer

But when she gets to you and sees the way you look when leaning up against your locker, your outfit clinging to your body perfectly and the sound of your laughter filling the air over some dumb joke one of your friends said, she knows you've got her hooked, intentional or not

You shoo away your friends when you see her approach, a smirk toying with your lips as you watch her. "Took you long enough to come see me again. I was starting to think that maybe you didn't like me anymore"

Her face flushes red at your playful teasing, and the only thing she can mutter is a quiet plea for you to kiss her again, the same way she kissed you before she turned tail and ran. You eagerly obliged, not caring if other people were watching you

Even after you become an official couple, she still isn't super affectionate because of the internalized guilt and shame she feels over loving you. That's something the two of you are going to have to work on getting through together, as it won't just go away overnight

Depending on how you view the other Heathers (plus Veronica) they either won't care or will be fiercely protective over you guys. It's also possible they could be homophobic, especially Heather Chandler, but I choose to pretend as though that's an option that doesn't exist

Eventually she works up enough courage to initiate affection with you, at least she will in private. She's still a little bit scared about kissing or holding your hand in public (and for good reason) but you never push her into doing something she's uncomfortable with. You encourage her to take things at her own pace and to let you know if you need to slow down

The first time you two have sex, it's gentle and slow. You know she's never done anything like that before with another woman, and you want her to enjoy the experience, unlike all the other times she's forced herself to sit through having sex with guys who only cared about their own pleasure

She loves it when you wear something of hers. It could be as small as a piece of jewelry and she'll be giggling to herself like a giddy schoolgirl (she then tells Heather McNamara who joins her in acting giddy)

Oh and if you get something for the two of you to match? She'll love you forever (she already does but that just amplifies her feelings for you). It could be as small as matching keychains and she'll put it on her keys for her to look at everyday

If you know how to do makeup then she'll let you do hers for fun when the two of you have sleepovers with each other. Even if your style doesn't match hers she still enjoys it, and she'll happily do your makeup too if you're okay with it

Adding onto that, painting each other's nails and putting on face masks! She begs you to do it with her at least once, even if it's not your favorite thing in the world. She gives you a big kiss afterwards to show her gratitude

If this is set in modern times then you'd best believe Chappell Roan is her favorite singer, with Kesha and Ayesha Erotica following closely behind. She loves her so much, sometimes you joke about losing your girlfriend to her

One time she did her hair and makeup and dressed up to look like Chappell Roan at the end up the Casual music video and you nearly fell in the floor because of how similar they looked. The only thing that was different was her hair being straight and brunette instead of curly and red

She'll watch gladly watch Sapphic movies/shows with you but only if they end happy. If they end up being even remotely sad she'll end up sobbing into your chest for the rest of the day

The journey to her falling in love with you certainly wasn't an easy one, and sometimes she still faces guilt that's been embedded in her ever since she was young, but she knows she'd never be happier with anyone other than you, which makes it all worthwhile

End notes: this is unofficially dedicated to Shannon Doherty, who died recently due to breast cancer. Thank you for playing the amazing Heather Duke, you'll be deeply missed </3

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[isa-ghost]

happy early borth use me as a vessel to infodump about your qphil headcanons immediately that’s an order >:D

This too-broad I Just Wanna Hear You Be Abnormal About Your Guy prompting thing is gonna become an inside joke between us I s2g

I think rather than hcs I'm gonna go on a rant about this sTUPID MOTHERFUCKERS WACK ASS BRAIN. YOU ARE YOUR OWN BIGGEST EMOTIONAL DETRIMENT, YKNOW THAT qPHILLIP MINECRAFT? GOD.

This entire thing applies to AMFMN Phil btw

That son of a bitch is such a MESS. He's so deep in his own bullshit he doesn't even see the times he contradicts himself or acts like a hypocrite.

He has to care for everyone (he feels obligated to as the Usually Oldest And Wisest + being constantly put into the paternal/caretaker role) but god forbid anyone takes care of him, even when he needs it most. When people take care of him he feels like he's failed somehow and he gets this not-quite ashamed or embarrassed feeling, but still Distinctly Uncomfortable And Awkward nonetheless.

He's like thousands of years old and has had more life experience to handle stress 100x heavier than "just a scratch" or "feeling a bit sad." He's spent decades just fucking around risking his life in hardcore mode, which puts near-constant strain on a person. Which has definitely warped his perception of what's too much for himself. He has a HUGE problem with being too critical of when something is or isn't Enough to be "worth" letting himself be upset or down for the count for a while. (In AMFMN he's going to be told straight up he Should Have Literally Died with how bad of shape he'll be in and that's the only reason besides his body being in literal physical shambles that he's going to remain bedridden during the recovery arc).

It's so foreign to him between his habitual isolation (hc life), rarely actually being taken down long-term by any threat, and his own evasion of being the one depending on someone that he just. He doesn't know what to do here. It's like putting socks on a dog and watching them try to walk all weird, he's like What The FUCK Is This?? How Do I Navigate This Situation?? He hates it.

Also survivalist brain hates feeling vulnerable in any way in general obviously, so that's another factor. But FUCK MAN sometimes you NEED to, it's HEALTHY even!! You dumb ass motherfucker!! Like yeah he'll cry, but not in like a Go To His Room And Let Himself Break A Little way, in a "these extremely stressful circumstances are actively happening/ongoing and it's overwhelming me so badly that I couldn't hold this back if I tried" way. Case in point: Ender King's initial arrival and how the kids couldn't see anything, or his actual possession and telling Tallulah to flee.

Alternatively if something involves not him but his loved ones, THEN he'll cry. Assuming it's not something he can do anything about (bc then his default reaction is Pissed The Fuck Off and preparing to throw infinite hands). Case in point: the goodbye letters pre-Purgatory.

But generally speaking this idiot is SO BAD at emotional self-care and letting himself be the one looked after for a change, it feeds into a lot of his other flaws (ie: being strong all the time & how he pushes that on Chay). But like. It's not just done out of refusal due to stubbornness.

It's fucking tragic, honestly. He's spent So Long being this way, he just straight up genuinely doesn't know How to be in the reversed role. Like even if he Wanted to be, it's so beyond his comprehension now that he doesn't think he Can. And a shred of why he continues not to just Start is bc he knows deep down that there is SO MUCH shit he's bottled up and buried or ignored over time, esp ever since The Nightmare, that if he let himself stop being a brick wall he'd crumble for so long he doesn't know what he'd be like once he recovered, or if he would even bounce back properly. And he does NOT like the idea of being irreversibly fucked up by properly digesting the trauma and grief and stress he's been through over the last year.

He'd rather truck on and "keep it together for the kids." :)

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Coryo and the tambourine player sitting in a tree

Barbie dolls: peacekeeper!Coriolanus Snow x gn!Covey!reader

Word: 5.4k

Summary: Before the Games Lucy Gray says Coriolanus would get along great with one of her cousins and he finds out exactly what she meant when he meets you

Warnings: two whole songs in here pal, the first one is Theatre by Etta Marcus second is All I Want is You by Barry Louis Polisar, and now no bullying on the song choices okay bc I said so, also you now play tambourine and guitar and can sing you're a triple threat, Coriolanus turnz simp, and I won't take it back I like it on him, him and Lucy Gray are just besties now btw, alluding to you having days where you can't do anything now is it mental illness or disability idk you tell me, you kiss and call him lover boy far too frequently, you eat southern slang up so fucking much they should get you a horse and herd of cows atp, yeah that's it

Maybe Peacekeeping wasn’t the best job but it did have its ups. For one he got to talk to Lucy Gray. He remembered back in the Capitol she mentioned how one of her cousins would love him. She went on about how they would work together ‘like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, winter and snow, wink and nod, seed and pod-‘. Lucy Gray went on and on until Coriolanus lost track of all the words but he understood the message. Apparently, he and this mystery cousin of hers would get along great. 

Of course that was a while ago and he was sure he had changed since then. He wasn’t so positive if Lucy Gray still thought that. Coriolanus had already seen Lucy Gray and the rest of the Covey on stage. He met them backstage with Sejanus and was so glad to reconnect with another friend after the mess the Games were. Lucy Gray told him he had to come to the next show next Saturday. She said she had a surprise lined up for him. 

Obviously, he came. Firstly he would get to spend time with his friends again and he’d get to find out what this surprise was. He thought it was kind of silly because the show was going as it normally did. Maude Ivory stepped up on her wooden crate and started introducing everyone again. The crowd cheered as usual. As usual Tam Amber on mandolin, Clerk Carmine on fiddle, Barb Azure on bass, and Lucy Gray with her guitar. Coriolanus didn’t understand how on earth this was different from any other night until he noticed Maude Ivory hadn’t stepped down from her box. 

“And finally after a quick break, welcome back our very own tambourine player-“ Maude Ivory called out a name he hadn’t heard before, pointing her hand out at the curtain. A loud jingling came from behind the curtain and then as it was pushed back you were revealed.

If every student in the academy’s beauty was combined it couldn't shine a light on you. You had your hand held above your head and in it was a crescent-shaped instrument Coriolanus had never seen before. It had little silver circles inside of it. He liked the sound it made but it was definitely new to him. You waved to the crowd as you stood next to Barb Azure. The crowd seemed louder than it had been with the other band members, but he supposed that they didn’t see you last weekend. 

Coriolanus had decided to sit closer to the stage today, all because of Sejanus' complaints. Now he was grateful he did that because he wanted a closer look at you. You smacked your instrument against your hand and your thigh. He liked how it intermingled with the other sounds of the band. You were very pretty. You joked around with the rest of the band, laughing along at the jokes Lucy Gray made in the audience. Your smile was so captivating he wondered why you chose music instead of modeling. The Covey moved through lots of songs, all making the drunken crowd sing along. As the night was winding down, Lucy Gray stepped back from the mic and kicked Maude Ivory’s crate to the stand. Maude Ivory stepped up and spoke into the mic. 

“Okay, we’re a few songs out from the end of the night. Please be kind to our Somber Soul. They love sad songs so just settle down and listen with your heart.” Maude Ivory said, sticking her hand back at you again. You and Lucy Gray traded instruments. You slipped your head and arm through the strap of her guitar. Lucy Gray took your crescent instrument and headed behind the curtain. Maude Ivory dropped down from her crate and left the microphone stand open for you. You readjusted the strap on your shoulder, running your fingers on the flowers and Lucy Gray’s initials embroidered on it. You stepped up to the mic and greeted the crowd. 

“Hey, you miss me?” You asked. The crowd let out whines and screams of ‘yes’s. You snorted at them. “Yeah thought so.” You turned your head to the side and started plucking the string and fiddling with the pegs on top. 

“Yeah, last Saturday was one of my bad days.” You said. The crowd made a sad sound and you smiled at it. “But I’m here now, that’s all that matters right? Once somebody told me the best thing to do is just finish one task each day. Hm? Today my task is to make a memorable night for you.” You chuckled at the screams of excitement. 

“There is one thing I need to ask of you. Is that alright with you?” You asked. Coriolanus noticed he felt soothed by your voice. Something about it made his anxiety slip from his shoulders. The crowd all let out strings of agreement. 

“For this song, I’m going to need three of you resting on a bucket to let Tam Amber borrow them. You’ll get them once I’m done with the song, I promise.” You said. A woman stood up quickly, forking over her dirty plastic bucket. You reached down and thanked her with a bright smile. Coriolanus was glad he sat so close to the edge of the stage. He was on his feet and sticking his bucket out for you before his brain could catch up. Your eyes moved to him and your smile flickered away like a suffocated candle. 

“Hey, I know you. You were in the-“ A third bucket tapped against your arm, distracting you. Your smile came back as fast as it had left. You thanked the man and took both his and Coriolanus’ buckets. You handed the three of the buckets to Tam Amber and moved back to the microphone. The three who had handed off their chairs leaned against nearby walls. 

“Thank you all for the chairs.” Your eyes glanced over at Coriolanus against the wall. You looked back out into the center of the crowd. “Sorry to say this won’t be a cheerful song. I love you all, but as lovely Maude said, I’m a bit of a somber soul. Okay, ready?” You turned your head back, looking at your bandmates. Tam Amber, Clerk Carmine, Barb Azure, and Mauve Ivory all gave you a short nod. You turned back to the microphone stand. 

“Here we go.”  The crowd quieted, knowing your song was approaching. You started strumming a gentle tune. The Covey behind you started harmonizing with you. Maude Ivory added humming and ‘ooo’s as supporting sounds. Tam Amber started tapping against the buckets with sticks. You sucked in a breath before leaning for the microphone. 

I rehearse a work of theatre for you

Come alive 

I’ll play dead tonight, I’ll remember each line

Go again, I won’t mind you, I would fake it every time

I could stop pretending, quit dreaming and

Turn on the lights 

I am holding on to 

Every word I made up for you 

I’m not flesh, I’m not blood

I am plastic, you are God

Your words were slow and gentle. Coriolanus thought of a brisk breeze shuffling leaves above his head. Your singing was captivating and Maude Ivory’s backup vocals added to your appeal. You had a soft smile gracing your lips as you sang. You sounded like you were whispering messages from the clouds. Then the music around you started to pick up its pace. Tam Amber beat his buckets faster and your voice got louder. Your smile was gone. 

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

Like right out of a movie where I sweep you up

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

Like right out of a movie where I am the star

Yes, I’ll be the star

You moved more than Lucy Gray did when she sang. You jerked your body around like all the emotions you were singing about were pent up under your skin and the only way to get it out was to move with your words. Your voice was loud and hurt. Your words dripped with your yearning and Coriolanus felt like the crowd was as taken aback as he was. Just as fast as the loud had come it dispersed again. It was like the ocean receding and then washing back over him. You were back to lightly smiling and Tam Amber was back to his slow tapping. 

I’ll put on a show and watch it with you

Touch my thigh

You sank your body into itself to mimic neediness. You pinched your eyebrows and looked like if you weren’t singing you’d be whining away like a kicked puppy begging your pets. You straightened up and returned your face to neutral. 

I could blush, I’m so shy, rest your head on my side

You fluttered your eyelashes and paused your strumming for a split second to tip your hand under your chin, smiling pretty at the crowd. Your hand was back on the strings, flying away. 

We could stay in my mind, we could be what we like

With that line, the fast was back again and Tam Merry was beating away at his buckets. Your voice was powerful with its sadness and frustration. Your hands were fast as lightning on the guitar strings. Coriolanus wondered if you’d bleed. 

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved 

Like right out of a movie where I sweep you up

I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved

The loud music continued and Coriolanus felt like he was being whisked away. 

Call me “Baby” 

Your voice and pain hung in the air, holding notes that made Coriolanus’ heart squeeze. 

When you forget my name, I’m just glad that you came

The pain in your voice seemed to triple as you dragged your voice through your line. Coriolanus jotted down in his mental notepad to commit your name to memory. He would not cause you to pour your heart out to a group of drunken strangers like this. For someone so pretty as you he hated whoever sparked these emotions under your skin. Your breaths are quick, sucking in deeply to have enough supply to hold your notes in your next words. 

Call me “Baby” 

Let me die on the stage, Let the orchestra play

Coriolanus wondered what made your pain was so strong you wanted to die in public. Maybe so you’d feel like you’d have mourners. He didn’t know who the orchestra was or if it was a metaphorical orchestra. Every instrument other than your voice dropped out of the background, falling into silence. 

Let the orchestra play

 

Your voice stood still in the air. You peeled your eyes open and looked around at the crowd. It was silent. Your chest heaved up and down as you caught your breath. You pulled your hands away from the guitar, searching the eyes of the drunks around you for a symbol of approval. The Covey members behind stayed still as statues as their song was met with silence. Coriolanus assumed this was the first time this happened to them. He was sure the crowd was just too drunk to process all of that was thrown at them. Coriolanus barely had a sip.

He pushed himself off the wall and started clapping. Your eyes shot to him and flickered up and down, sizing him up. He kept the smile that grew from listening to your voice on his face, raising an eyebrow at you. You set your shoulders back and lifted your chin, looking away from him. A clap on the other side of the room joined him and you looked toward that one instead.

Soon enough everyone in the crowd was clapping and cheering. The smile was back on your face and you moved back to the microphone. You thanked the crowd before slipping away backstage. You and Lucy Gray joined the stage a few minutes later with your original instruments. The Covey played through a few more songs before disappearing behind the curtain together. 

Coriolanus and Sejanus were able to slip away from the group without anyone noticing. Coriolanus felt anxiety stir in his stomach at the thought of finally meeting you. During the show, you didn’t seem to like him very much. You side-eyed him and looked like you wanted to stab him for most of the time you saw him. His anxiety settled a little when he heard the soothing noises that came with being around the Covey: chatter, laughter, and soft tunes.

He and Sejanus let themselves into the garage, taking in the group. The Covey was scattered around in different seats. You were sat in a tire like a circular pool floaty. Lucy Gray was next to you shaking a jar of water at you. Sejanus slipped off to play a game with Maude Ivory as Coriolanus headed towards you and Lucy Gray. 

“Just take it.” Lucy Gray demanded, shaking the jar at you again. 

“I will later, I’m trying not to think right now. I’m just not going to move for the next few minutes.” You said, dropping your head back in a position that did not look comfortable. Lucy Gray groaned and looked up. She smiled at Coriolanus. 

“Hey, How’d you like the show?” Lucy Gray asked. Coriolanus tilted his head from side to side. You peeked your eyes open and startled at a new person standing so close to you. You shot your hand up and smacked it against Lucy Gray’s stomach. She sighed and helped pull you off the floor, dusting off the back of your clothes when she noticed them covered in dust. You shooed her hands away and met Coriolanus’ eyes. He decided you were prettier in person than on stage. 

“I know you. You were in the Games.” You said. Lucy Gray nodded and started talking before Coriolanus could. 

“He was my mentor, he basically was the only reason I made it out of there.” Lucy Gray explained. You stared at Coriolanus for a moment. He felt judged and quite bare without his uniform. 

“Well, I didn’t do much. I just-“ Your arms flung around him before he could finish the sentence. Your hold was tight. His chin was pulled over your shoulder and he could see Lucy Gray behind you. Lucy Gray motioned for him to hug back. He gently patted your back awkwardly with the tips of his fingers. 

“Thank you. For saving her.” You whispered in his ear before pulling away completely and taking a step back. You straightened your clothes and looked around like you were the most nonchalant person on the planet. 

“Yeah well I’m sure there were plenty of other people who helped Lucy Gray in there, so it’s not really that big of a deal.” You said, clearing your throat and pretending tears hadn’t been clogging the back. Coriolanus chuckled and looked to Lucy Gray to find her enjoying your act as well. 

“You were great out there, by the way. Your song was-“ Coriolanus searched his mind for the words and felt like he had blanked. 

“Disappointing?” You tried to finish. 

“Moving,” Coriolanus said, raising an eyebrow at you like a teacher does at a student when they said an answer that is incredibly wrong. 

“Moving you to disappointment?” You asked, smiling through your words. It wasn’t even funny but something about you made him laugh. A lot. Whatever you said, if there was a smirk on your face, he was chuckling or snorting. And you seemed to smile a lot while you talked. Lucy Gray smiled and pointed between you and Coriolanus. 

“Told you.” She rang out in a sing-song voice. “I knew you two would get along.” Lucy Gray was beaming like her evil plan was coming to fruition. Coriolanus thought back to her talking about her mysterious cousin. 

“What did you say again? Like bees to flowers, a wink to a hug?” Coriolanus said, glancing between you and Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray shook her head at Coriolanus. 

“Like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, winter and snow-“ Lucy Gray started. You gasped and your hand smacked her forearm. 

“Like the song?” You asked, eyes searching her face. Coriolanus felt lost and was certain the Covey must know a billion songs because he had no idea what you two were talking about. 

“Yes, like the song.” Lucy Gray answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You looked back to Coriolanus shaking your head in amazement apparently. 

“Love that song.” You muttered. Coriolanus shook his head. He was completely lost. He truly wished he knew all the songs the Covey did so he could join in on their amazement with such simple things. 

“Never heard it. Is it good?” Coriolanus asked. You dropped your jaw and sucked in a deep breath. 

“You’ve never heard it?” You asked, apparently so stunned you needed to pull your jaw off the floor. Coriolanus shook his head. 

”Nope Never.” he muttered, glancing at Lucy Gray for help. A new expression pulled over your face and Coriolanus felt his face warm. Something about the way your eyes moved over his face made him feel hot to the touch. 

“I guess I’ll have to play it for you sometime.” You whispered. He nodded. 

“Guess so.” Coriolanus hoped all his unspoken words about the way you were making him feel with just your eyes were in his tone when he responded. By the way your lips tipped up, he suspected the message was received. 

“Alright we need to start heading home, and you need to make it back to the base before curfew.” Lucy Gray said. Coriolanus nodded and started leaving with Sejanus. When they were a few paces away he heard your voice yelling after him. 

“See you later, Mr. Peacekeeper!” He snorted without even seeing your face, just knowing you were beaming made him laugh. Coriolanus glanced over his shoulder to see you waving goodbye. He raised a hand and gave you a small wave, nothing compared to your obnoxious swaying. He looked back at Sejanus to him smiling at Coriolanus knowingly. 

“What?” Coriolanus asked, already feeling defensive. Sejanus shrugged. 

“Oh, nothing just you know. ‘Guess so’.” Sejanus mocked Coriolanus’ voice and batted his eyelashes at him. Coriolanus shoved Sejanus away by his shoulder. “You just met. They sang more words than they said to you.” Sejanus pointed out. Coriolanus shrugged. 

“Well. Like flower and honey bee.” Coriolanus repeated Lucy Gray’s words without fully knowing what they meant but he was pretty sure he used it right. Sejanus rolled his eyes and leaned his weight against Coriolanus. Certainly, he had taken a few swings from a bottle of white liquor tonight. 

“Coryo and the tambourine player sitting in a tree,” Sejanus said in a sing-song voice, tilting his head this way and that. Coriolanus shook Sejanus off his shoulder. 

The more time Coriolanus spent with the Covey the more he understood what Lucy Gray meant. Somehow you and him moved in a magnetic way. He wouldn’t even think and he’d find himself standing next to you.

Conversation between you two was as easy as breathing was, for a non asthmatic. Coriolanus didn’t think about the best words or phrasing he just wanted to make you laugh.

You made him laugh so easily, that you even coaxed a strong laugh with his full chest from him when you retold a story about Shamus within the third day of talking to him. It took much longer for him to get a laugh from you. Towards the end of the fifth day, he was able to make you laugh so hard that you snorted like the happiest pig on the farm. You looked as shocked as him when it happened, slapping a hand over your mouth. Coriolanus started to laugh with you, rocking his body towards you. He held onto your shoulder as doubled over with laughter. His laugh spurred another snort from you and slapped a second hand over your mouth. 

Only a few more days after that, he was more than positive he knew what Lucy Gray meant. He could think of nothing but you and all he wanted to do was sit and speak with you.

While sitting on the bank of the lake, the rest of the Covey and Sejanus in the water splashing about, he asked for a kiss. He wasn't sure if he could imagine a bigger smile on your face.

You slipped your hand behind his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to do anything else again. Your lips were warm and made him sigh against you. Coriolanus leaned forward and tried to chase after your lips when you pulled back.

You heard a boo from the lake and you rolled your eyes at Barb Azure. You leaned back into Coriolanus, kissing him with more urgency to prove a point. And for the enjoyment of kissing him. Coriolanus slowly settled back into the dirt, letting you lean over him and kiss him silly. He let his hand push you closer to him by the back of your neck. You nipped at his bottom lip and he hummed. 

“Oh break it up, you two! There's kids here!” You heard Lucy Gray yell. You pulled away from Coriolanus, sitting back in your spot. Coriolanus stayed lying down, almost positive he was dead and in the afterlife. He kept his eyes shut and decided his home was now this patch of dirt. You’d come by once in a while and kiss him before disappearing again. He’d wait patiently for you to come back.

You reached over and lightly smacked his chest with the back of your hand. He startled and sat up on his elbows. 

“Alright?” You asked. He stared at you, taking it all in. Coriolanus kept his eyes on you, not wavering and not thinking of the friends and family playing a game in the lake a few feet away. 

“Kiss me again?” Coriolanus asked, his eyes wide and begging. You pressed your lips together and tilted your head to the side. 

“I suppose, but only if you come to our next show.” You said. Coriolanus shrugged. 

“I can manage that, though I am a busy man. I’d have to squeeze it into my very busy schedule-“ You cut him off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Coriolanus would grin if his mouth wasn’t busy because his yammering worked in his favor. You pulled back far too soon for his liking but he accepted it. 

A few days later he was perched on a crate again, watching the Covey on stage. Towards the end Maude Ivory stepped up to the microphone, saying you had a song you wanted to share. You and Lucy Gray traded instruments again. Coriolanus got Deja vu as you took place at the microphone stand. You started plucking the strings again like you were learning where they were again. 

“A few weeks ago my cousin told me I needed to meet this guy. She said she knew we’d click real fast. Said our tickers were made in the same factory and all that.” The crowd awed and Coriolanus felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of you talking about him. Though he once again got lost in the strange words the Covey seemed to fancy. The fuck was a ticker and why was it made in a factory? The crowd understood it though, swaying into each other to touch their hearts. 

“And I thought she was off her rocker. And then I met him and I was like, well butter my ass and call me a biscuit. He was finer than a frog hair split four ways and he could make me cackle like a hyena. And lord what a fire he set on my skin with his gentle touches.” You kept a soft tune plucking in the background of you talking. Coriolanus wanted to write down all the phrases he didn’t know and ask you the meanings backstage but something told him he’d just want to kiss your face all over after the show. The crowd made coos and you nodded. 

“That’s what I said.” The crowd chuckled and you continued speaking. “He’s here tonight. That lover boy just needed a little sugar and there he came running for the Hob. Give our Lover boy a round of applause will you?” You raised your hand in the air like it was a great excitement to clap. The crowd apparently thought so because they burst into applause. He had to keep his anonymity so he clapped along. Up on the stage you glanced over at him and laughed at the loud crowd before rounding them back to slow chatter with your voice. 

“Alright, alright. Don’t spoil him too much, that’s my job.” Coriolanus snorted. It wasn’t funny but you said it so it might as well have been. 

If I were a flower growing wild and free 

“This song is dedicated to him tonight. Though sing along if you know the words.  So as Lovely Lucy Gray said ‘like flower and honey bee, tree and leaves, and so on and so forth’.” You shook your hand out in front of you to show the continuing list. 

All I'd want is for you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is for you to shade me and be my leaves

Your voice stood alone, with no instruments behind it. When you finished saying leaves, your bandmates joined in. Lucy Gray was fine on the tambourine but had nothing on you. Coriolanus decided he loved this song. You dedicated it to him after all. 

If I were a flower growing wild and free

All I'd want is for you to be my sweet honey bee

And if I was a tree growing tall and green

All I'd want is for you to shade me and be my leaves

Coriolanus knew where part of Lucy Gray’s words came from. He did like this song. It screamed devotion and he wanted to scream it back at you. Maybe your tinkers were suited from the same cord, what was it? Tracker? Thinker? Tadpole. That’s it. Yeah tadpole.

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus wanted you to look at him so he could smile so pretty at you, that you go blind. You swayed back and forth as you sang and the crowd started to pick up the movement. Coriolanus started swaying with you, wishing it was just you two so he could dance with you. 

If you were a river in the mountains tall

The rumble of your water would be my call

If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow

Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus decided he was going to have the rest of the Covey teach him this song so he could sing it to you over and over and over and over until you were heading for the dirt in pretty boxes. You finally glanced over at him and your smile grew when you saw him swaying and grinning like a 13-year-old who just got their first allowance. The crowd started to sing. The voices of the Covey swaying together in the air with the drunk audience. It sounded like a mantra. 

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod

If you were a seed, well, I'd be a pod

If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug

And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

Coriolanus wanted to join in and feel the words vibrate in his chest. He knew nothing though, he had caught on to the tune so he started humming it. He would stumble sometimes but it still made him feel included.

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

This was the easy part. He muttered a few of the words before going back to his humming when he fumbled too many times to feel confident. 

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire

If you were the love, I'd be the desire

If you were a castle, I'd be your moat

And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float

Coriolanus held onto Sejanus’ shoulders, sure he was going to faint with an overflow of care for you. They swayed in time with the crowd and The Covey. You looked over at them and sent Coriolanus a wink. Right, that’s it then. He’s fainted for sure. Alas, your tune went off and his legs still held him up. 

All I want is you, will you be my bride

Take me by the hand and stand by my side?

All I want is you, will you stay with me

Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea?

Coriolanus could die right there and be more than happy about it. You moved back to the stand waving your hands in the air to get the crowd to quiet down. Your smile was still bright on your face, your eyes crinkling. 

The tune kept playing without words for a while, the crowd humming along before it died out. You held your hands up as a signal for you being done and the crowd cheered. You stepped back from the mic to clap. Your eyes floated over to him.

  Coriolanus cheered his head off. He thought he might lose his voice tomorrow morning. Or maybe it’d look suspicious that he cared so much about the Covey’s love songs but in that moment he didn’t care. It was just your eyes on him and his cheers ringing in your ears. He wanted to scream for an encore but the band looked tuckered out and that would definitely raise eyebrows. You laughed. Hard.

A snort floated over the heads of the audience like a blown kiss. It was headed directly for its intended receiver and no one else. You clapped your hands over your mouth and nose, trying to cover the noise that had already left. 

“Right, you guys think he got the message?” You laughed at the loud cheers. You nodded in approval. “I think so too.” Lucy Gray stood next to you at the microphone. You gently slipped the guitar off your body and onto hers, taking your tambourine from her. You shook it out a little like you were regaining your talent. A few more songs, none of which caught his attention like the one you sang did. He and Sejanus slipped into the garage like they did for almost every show they went to nowadays. 

Coriolanus found you standing next to Maude Ivory playing hopscotch, messing about with your tambourine. You looked up when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He didn’t bother with greeting words, just dipping his head down to kiss you gently. You tapped your tambourine against his stomach, making a tinking sound. He pulled back and your hand found his dogtags resting on his chest. You fiddled with them as you stared at him. 

“You like the song?” You asked. The grin on his face was evidence enough that you knew he loved it. He knew you wanted to hear it in words though. He nodded. 

“Oh loved it doesn’t even start to describe how I felt listening to that. It was…” Awe-inspiring? Beautiful? Did his heart stop? Gorgeous? ”Moving.” he decided. Coriolanus hoped you caught the joke. Your smile grew and you snorted. 

“Moving you say? Lover boy, was that not you screaming your lungs out for little ol’ me?” You teased, tilting your head to the side. Coriolanus shook his head. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You know you sure do have some strange sayings, I don’t even know what a lung is.” Coriolanus said, shaking his head like you were out of your mind. You grinned. You leaned against him and pressed your lips to his again.

[tin-can-iron-man]

So, as has been clear for a while on this blog, I bought baldurs gate 3 in January of this year, after playing for a few days and falling completely in love with the game, I insisted my wife (the lovely hilarious beautiful etc etc @the-faultofdaedalus) also buy bg3 so that she can experience it and we can play together. (let it be known: we HAVE gone through the entire time at LEAST once before)

today, we were going back and forth between playing bg3 and watching shows the other hasn't seen before, recently I decided that I should show her a TV show that was near and dear to me in my childhood: My Name Is Earl.

having baldurs gate fresh on our minds whilst watching the show led us to making the joke (and. it was a joke, we've even made similar jokes about other shows such as Leverage before) that if Earl Hickey was a DND character, he would be a Paladin.

That is all context for what you are all about to see:

I would say I'm sorry, but then I would be lying...

"but Tin-Can-Iron-Man!" I hear you shout (my friends call me Deo btw) "I see you're playing this save file with your wife! Who is she playing as?"

Randy Hickey (Bard), obviously

(this is the only good shot that I have of that character model)

Earl is an oath of devotion paladin, but only because oath of redemption isn't available, meanwhile we only just played through the prologue, so Randys subclass hasn't been decided just yet.

We're not sure yet if this is just the DND versions of earl and randy or if they've been isekaied to faerun. either option is hilarious, so we'll probably just go back and forth between which one.

Well, anyway...

you know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks?

well, that was me. Every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting around the corner: karma

That's when I realized that I had to change.

I'm just trying to be a better person.

My name is Earl.

[george-weasleys-girl]

GWG (North Star) Ramblings

Who is "Just George"?

I was going through my pinterest board for George and Y/N's house earlier today (it's overflowing, btw).

It's really gotten me thinking about who George becomes without Fred. (And interestingly, who he would've been if he hadn't been born a twin. How different would a singleton George be compared to the twinless twin he ultimately becomes?) Obviously, he wouldn't live the rest of his life with a broken heart if there had never been a Fred to begin with. But, beyond that...

I think he would still be witty and funny. Always ready with a joke and a laugh. But, would he have been be the class clown? Would he have been an infamous prankster? Would he have opened up a joke shop?

Who is he without Fred's influence?

I have lots of little stories written about his life after Fred's loss, but they're just little moments. Snapshots. They don't fully encompass "just George." Not yet anyway.

But as I my board grows, I start to see a life forming. Someone's home is a very personal thing. It's a reflection of the people who live within it. It's a story in itself.

In the books, we begin to see George and Fred grow up a little. Keeping a successful business running (especially during a war) doesn't give them much of a choice. It's truly a shame we weren't privy to more of their life after they left Hogwarts. (But, hey, that's what fanfic is for).

And it's for continuing a life beyond the last page of the series. Something I very much look forward to writing.

(I just dread writing the inevitable heartbreak barreling toward poor George. So if it feels like I'm dragging things out a bit, it's because I am.)

~•~

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