#this scratched my brain in such a lovely way

[revelboo]

First, booo on pains in your hands, boooo! Those need to march right on out the door and quit coming back! (Does voice dictation work for you? Some of the newer ones seem to be better tuned to being able to be a mostly-acceptable substitute for the people I know using them—saying it gets better with their speech patterns the more they use it at least, but I don’t personally know myself.)

When you get a chance AND you aren’t feeling all the joys of being held back by your own conspiringly-traitorous body parts — could we get introduced to Tarn and Soundwave proper in Needs and Wants? Or if you’re not feeling inspired in that arena, I think poor Sunstreaker may be ready to explode, lol.

On another note, I DID IT! I managed to keep my ask to only *two* of your stories, even though I’m in love with sooooooo many I would accidentally repopulate Cybertron with my mech-harem after a single solar year. So. Very. Many. Of. Them. All because of you and your wonderful, scratching-that-itch, must-be-addictive-because-I-crave-it-at-3-AM, emotionally-engaging-character-driven stories.

I love their highs. I cry at their lows. I’m angry with them, I laugh with them, and I fall in love when they do. These are the stories that shoot straight into my heart and burrow into my brain. Your writing is like permanent ink on my soul—it’s uh, gonna leave a mark. <3

I usually don’t bother with the dictation stuff. My southern accent messes them up. 🤣 but, yay, I’m infecting folks with my Cybertronian fuckery

Needs and Wants Pt 6

Wheeljack x Reader, Misfire x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Tarn x Reader, Ratchet x Reader, Bluestreak x Reader

• There you are. Growling softly as he stills, Tarn meets those frightened eyes and it chains his restlessness. So alien and soft looking. Much too fragile for him. Servos flexing with the urge to touch you, pull you into him and pull the scent of you into himself. And your eyes flick down to his bound hands, your brow creasing. “Don’t worry about me, little one,” he growls, unable to stop himself. Knowing you’re not for him, that you’re an organic and he shouldn’t want you. Need you. That this need goes against everything Megatron stands for.

• Glancing at that lunatic Megatron created, Soundwave drifts closer to you. Drowning in the fascinating chaos of your organic emotions. Because this is nothing like the thoughts of another Cybertronian. Can’t get a feel for your actual thoughts on him, just that quicksilver, maelstrom of emotions. Wants to soothe away that chaos, slide his servos against the curve of your cheek. So small, he could easily tuck you into his cassette compartment if he was full size. Shield you from your anxiety. “Come to me,” he rumbles, stretching out a hand to you. Wants that. Wants for you to come to him, feel safe with him.

• And you want to move closer. They’re all staring at you. Making you aware of them in a visceral way. And the flush of heat that spills through you is shocking and unexpected. Something more than simple attraction, this is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Horrified at yourself for wanting to get closer. To reach out to touch them. Wondering if they’d be warm or cold under your palms. What are they doing to you? Some kind of alien pheromones to leave you a confused, needy mess? Aching to be touched, held.

• “Stop crowding them.” Snarling at the others, even though he’s also unconsciously moving closer, Ratchet grimaces. You’re far too delicate looking. All soft skin, muscle and bone instead of living metal. Exotic and strange. And you look at him, meet his optics to send hunger twisting through him. Reaching out to offer you a hand, wanting, needing, you to take it. Let him protect you from the others. Be your shield.

• “Look who’s talking,” Misfire mutters at the Autobot, flashing you his best smile when you look his way. And sweet Primus when those shy eyes give him a once over, his spike stirs behind his plating. You’re going to be so sweet, aren’t you? Flaring out his wings for you, he impulsively pulls a cleaning cloth from subspace. “Are you cold?” Because you’re trembling, eyes darting around at them. It’s probably fear, but as he holds the cloth out, you hesitantly reach to take it. Soft fingers brushing his servos and gone far too quickly to make him shiver.

• Watching you wrap the blanket sized cloth around yourself, Wheeljack scowls behind his battle mask at the Seeker. Knowing exactly what the mech is up to. That cloth scents of him and now, you do, too. The Decepticon smirking slightly, wings out to try and keep your attention as his biolights pulse for you. “Are you hungry?” Wheeljack asks, reaching out and touching the back of a soft hand, that contact roaring through him as the other mechs all rumble a soft warning.

• Wheeljack’s touching you and Bluestreak wants to reach out, too. Pull you into his arms and feel your softness against his hard frame. “Hi,” he says, pleased when you immediately look at him. Meet his optics and he’s just met you, doesn’t even know you, but you feel like home and he’s not had this feeling in so long. Wants to cling to it even as the past threatens to swamp him. And he’s reaching as he steps forward, servos curling around your upper arm as your lips part and he pulls you into his frame. Pressing his face against your neck and venting to pull your scent into himself.

Previous

They’re starting to show up. I remember Lucy from last year and I left him a unicorn rubber duck on his step 🤣 he’s probably going to be deeply offended by it judging from the flames and skulls he’s rocking

[lov3notts]

hi mora!! just popping in to officially request that bfs!enemy!theo part 2 👀 the one i mentioned where cedric tries to win the cat back and theo hits him with a “you’re embarrassing yourself.” still think it is too short btw. feel free to ignore it if you don't like it

thank you, love you!! <3

a/n; you already know i love anything your brain comes up with ivy!! the second you mentioned it i started to write it. i hope you love it<3

Navigation; m.list; r.r; bf's enemy!theo au; part 1

Cedric was nothing if not persistent.

Weeks had passed since The Incident—the day your cat committed the ultimate betrayal and made herself at home in Theodore Nott’s lap like they were long-lost soulmates. You’d tried to tell yourself it was a fluke, a one-off, a weird cosmic glitch.

But it kept happening. Every time Theo was around, your cat made a beeline for him like he was catnip in human form. And every time, Cedric looked like someone had taken a bat to his pride.

But he wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

You’d tried to reason with him. “She’s just weird sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Cedric had looked genuinely hurt. “She purrs when he talks.”

And now, here he was—crouched on the common room floor like he was in a wildlife documentary, slowly inching a treat toward her like she was a wild animal he was trying not to startle

“Come on,” he whispered. “This one’s chicken. You love chicken.”

Your cat blinked at him slowly from her perch on the armrest. She did not, in fact, love chicken. At least not from him.

Cedric inched the treat closer.

“Okay,” he murmured, voice soft. “No sudden movements. I’m your friend. I’m your—"

“She’s not negotiating a hostage release, mate.”

Cedric got startled so hard he nearly dropped the treat. Cedric didn’t have to turn around. That voice was already burned into his soul.

“Nott,” he said tightly, standing up.

Theo stood behind him, arms crossed, expression flat and vaguely amused, like he’d been watching this unfold for a while.

Cedric straightened up quickly, flushed. “I wasn’t—”

“Trying to bribe her with poultry again?” Theo drawled. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Your cat chose that exact moment to yawn, stand, and trot casually across the room—directly to Theo. She rubbed against his leg, tail high, like he was her favorite person on the planet.

Theo looked down at her fondly. “Hey, princessa .”

Cedric looked like he might burst into flames.

“She really hates you, huh?” Theo said, not even pretending to hide the amusement in his voice.

Cedric’s jaw clenched. “She doesn’t hate me.”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “She ran away from you like you’re contagious.”

“She’s just taking her time!”

“Give up, mate. It’s embarrassing.” Theo said smugly, scratching behind your cats ears.

Cedric’s nostrils flared. “You don’t even like animals.”

Theo smiled like it was a secret he didn’t mind sharing. “No, but they like me. Besides” he added, glancing at Cedric with a glint of satisfaction, “I didn’t steal your girlfriend. Just her cat.”

“Don’t test me, Nott,” Cedric muttered, pulling you closer.

“Relax,” Theo said dryly. “She’s way out of my league. But her cat? She knows what's up.”

Your cat purred loudly from his lap like she was confirming it.

Cedric looked like he might cry.

You rubbed his back soothingly. “She’ll come around, babe.”

“No, she won’t,” Theo said. “But it’s cute that you still think so.”

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Spoiled | Derek Morgan

summary: Derek loves to spoil you, so he goes shopping with you to buy a new trendy bag that has been on your mind for days. Maybe along the way he should buy you other nice things so he don't stop making you happy. You couldn't be more excited to walk through the mall carrying thousands of shopping bags.

pairing: Derek Morgan x spoiled!gn!reader

genre: romantic, fluff

warnings: Even if the "shopping" (in this context) and the bag or shoes in the pictures can be related to women, the reality is that man can go and have it too (and it's just for examples and aesthetics). There's no mention of a gender. Use of pet name "baby". Reader being spoiled by his handsome man (not bratty). Maybe a little cheesy.

a/n: Justice for my man, Derek 😭. I don't have imagination for a good title, and I feel like this was so short compared to my other one-shots, but I just returned to classes and my brain in drained. However, I imagined this scenario when I bought a bag similar to the one in the picture (but I didn't have a man to spoiled me with it 😫), so I put an effort here. I hope you like it. English is not my first language, please be kind <3.

Masterlist Spanich ver. On Wattpad (soon)

Derek's favourite thing to do in life, besides kicking doors, was spoiling you. You want to go to the movies? He has the tickets already. You need to buy groceries? He's going with you. Ice cream for a hot day? He gets all the possible flavors. A new trendy bag you want? His credit card is all yours.

That's why you were going shopping that evening —a free day for him means a whole day with you—. You talked about a certain leather bag all week, so he wanted to buy it for you. Of course, before that, you explore the whole mall, that's why you were —he was— carrying a lot of shopping bags, almost one for each store you entered.

“Look, Derek! It's there! It's this one!” You said excitedly, pointing at the shop window.

“Is it the color you wanted?” He asked, stroking your hair with his free hand. It wasn't that he didn't pay attention to the things you liked, but seeing your face sparkling with emotion filled his chest with tenderness.

“Yes! But there are probably more inside. Let's go.”

You were right, there were a lot of colors: black, white, brown, red, green, baby pink, baby blue. At the end, you choose your favorite one. But Derek wasn't capable of stopping spoiling you, so he made you choose another pair of shoes to match with your new bag.

“These are so pretty, but baby, are you sure? It's not necessary, you already bought me so many things.” You said, a little embarrassed. You loved the way the always made you feel like royalty, ready to fulfill your needs —or whims—, but you didn't want him to feel obligated to give you expensive gifts or material things.

“Of course, pretty one. Let your man pay, just look as beautiful as always, okay?” He answered with a cocky smile. You loved that smile, much more than his credit card.

“Fine, but it's the last thing for today, okay?”

He walked towards the platform where you stood to observe the shoes. His chin rested in your chest and you put your arms around his neck before kissing him. People would probably think you were a cheesy couple, but of course that wasn't important when you had your man shopping with you —more like for you, but still—.

After a few minutes, you walked out of the store with your new acquisition, smiling wildly with your hand on your man's arm. In the car, after putting every bag in the back seat, you kissed him again, and with your nails scratched his cheek slightly, just like he liked it.

“Thank you for everything, handsome boy. You definitely are spoiling me too much.”

“Everything for my favorite person in the world.” He took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I will pay for our dinner tonight.”

“Not on my watch.”

[blissfulbluee]

Gi-hun whump: - Gi-hun lets himself get hurt and hurts himself because he thinks he deserve it. - I hc Gi-hun that he hallucinates Ali, Sae-byeok, Sang-woo, and other dead people he sees. And worse...Gi-hun hallucinates Ga-yeong and Oh-Malsoon; whenever he saw them or hear them (dreams or not), he cries and cries, bunch of 'sorry's and bunch of self-blame since he failed as a son and as a father. - He doesn't let himself be loved or cherished because he thinks and feels he doesn't deserve it. - If Gi-hun survives and gets to reunite with his daughter, he would have a hard time to tell if she was real or just a hallucination, he couldn't even look at her in the eyes, in the end he just isolates himself. - Gi-hun forgets to sleep, drink, and eat for days to the point he collapses on the floor. (Evidence? Ask Jun-ho, Mr. Kim, and Woo-seok)

Omg anon hello and thank you.. these are so good. I enjoy Gi-hun being miserable a little too much. I hope you don’t mind me adding on!! if you have any more please send them my way!!

!!Tw in general but also pretty detailed self harm will be mentioned!!

1. Gi-hun being utterly reckless with his own life as a form of self harm feels so accurate sometimes. He is just so impulsive, and he can’t be doing well. He feels so at blame for everything, that sometimes he feels like he has it coming to him.

I havent seen the topic of him harming himself being explored very commonly, probably because its a bit more real and relatable to some. I think Gi-hun would feel so many emotions sometimes and would feel like there is no way to escape it, so he takes a cigarette to his own arm or purposely scratches his own skin into oblivion.

2. i also headcanon hallucinations like this. he had one in s1 with the strike ptsd, he’d definitely have it now. i feel like they go like you mentioned, which read hurts to think about. he feels so haunted by what happened. imagining him hallucinating his daughter despite her being alive, possibly because he feels like he lost her in a way too. OUCH.

sometimes i feel like his dreams or hallucinations attempt to bring him comfort. he doesn’t really get that anywhere so its so bittersweet to imagine his brain supplies in dreams/hallucinations of the ones he lost..

3. DUDE augh… in s2 i can def see this..especially since i think any type of close relationship gihun could have now would be rocky due to the state hes in or the trauma hes faced. not that it would be toxic or horrible, just it would be overwhelming and take more work since its been so long

imagining him not allowing anything good in his own life such as love. i feel like this soo could be true because he feels like he fails everyone he loves. he knows that everyone is capable of giving and receiving love, but its so hard for himself sometimes because it feels like he’s had to let go of love so many times in his life. if he didn’t feel like he would burden them, fail them, and disappoint them, then maybe he would accept it. he has so much blood and responsibility on his hands, so he feels he shouldn’t allow love to enter his life when he doesn’t deserve it, when he needs to focus on ending the games

imagine someone trying to hard to be let in but he refuses it because of this. he needs it and wants it desperately, but he becomes his own enemy there

4. oh god.. this one is so whumpy. him wanting to make his attempts to being a good father but not being able to even tell if she was real?? him isolating himself because he isnt sure and doesn’t want to cause any more damage??? this is crazy i love it. he would feel as if he’s going insane.

him trying to hide his disorientation to seeing her just in case she is real…

5. OH MY GOD!!! this one feels so real. those are things he already does in canon so it going that far is likely. he both forgets and doesn’t care enough about his health to take care of himself. i want to take him home and nurse him back to health like he’s my foster animal.

the fact that those three could have witnessed it. they would feel shocked and a little confused. they don’t know him well but they’re human so they’d definitely help him in ways they could. imagine the guys who used to beat you up are now concerned for your well being because youre that bad at taking care of yourself LMAO.

imagine this happening in the games too and the other players having to take care of him. jung bae would soo get onto him for not accepting the spoon plane lol..

[safeturnip]

snippet from one of the very first scarian fics that i wrote ever from like. over a year ago? that i wanted to share with the class because i like it a lot, and i don't know if i'll ever be able to get it finished

(text version under the cut)

“Probably wouldn’t be as mentally—mentally . . . uhh, what’s the word again?” Scar drummed his fingers against the back of Grian’s head in thought. “Hard? Exciting? You know, when you have to use all your brain cells to do something.”

“Stimulating?” Grian offered.

“Yeah, that! It��s probably not as mentally stimulating as coming up with a prank or something, but I think you’ll have fun doing it. Or at least I hope you’ll have fun. Something new and interesting for you.”

Sleepily tracing the seam of the shirt Scar was wearing, Grian said, “Well, I do love myself a good prank, so—wait, hey.” He huffed. “You make it sound like I’m a zoo animal or something.”

"Enrichment in your enclosure," Scar said with a laugh, and Grian lightly kicked his ankle. 

They were both quiet for a bit, Scar letting Grian digest his words. The blankets were shoved down to their waists, Grian's splayed wings providing more than enough heat for both of their upper bodies. He was like an electric blanket, if an electric blanket was alive and conveniently portable and a constant menace, and Scar felt a flicker of internal amusement at the thought. The room was dark and warm and quiet, blurry around the edges with an almost dreamlike quality as if they were frozen in time, like plants or animals that had been encased in amber and left to be discovered centuries in the future. 

The silence extended to a point where Scar began to suspect that Grian had fallen asleep on him. He was fully ready to nudge his friend awake so they could continue their conversation, when Grian suddenly said, "Do you want me to like, put you in a wrestling hold? I don't know any wrestling holds." He sounded unproportionately worried about such a minor thing, the way only people on the edge of sleep could feel. 

Scar giggled. "No; no wrestling holds. Just rough me up a little. Throw me around, give me some bruises or scratches 'n stuff. Maybe break my arm," he added and laughed when Grian's head popped up in alarm. "I'm kidding! Unruffle your feathers, dude."

Grumbling, Grian settled back down, allowing Scar to smooth out the feathers on the top of his wing.

[sherloss]

It genuinely brings me so much joy and whimsy whenever I get to see more art of my favorite character- ESPECIALLY in other people's own unique styles.. YES. I love your style and how you draw Dan from look outside. IT SCRATCHES EAAACH AND EVERY CREVICE OF MY BRAIN IN ALLLL THE RIGHT WAYS AND IT MAKES ME WANNA KICK MY FEET OUT OF JUST PURRE JOY UPON SEEING IT..

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

some things that happened on this wee woo show:

- paralleling eddie (buck’s best friend) with abby (his ex-girlfriend) on many occasions

- paralleling shannon (eddie’s late wife) with buck (his best friend) on many occasions (that sequence from 2x17 to 2x18, and eddie’s reaction to shannon’s death vs. buck’s nde with the firetruck, will always haunt me - but it’s not even at the top of the list)

- paralleling tommy (buck’s new gay love interest) with eddie (his best friend)

- paralleling eddie with michael (the officially gay character on the show) a few times

- paralleling abby leaving with eddie leaving in season 8

- paralleling buck and eddie’s life journeys and characters

- paralleling abby and shannon - their “first loves” - life journeys and characters too

bonus:

- paralleling eddie (and chris, kind of) with a dog

i wrote this 3 days before 8x17 aired and forgot to post it, so when i was watching the new episode and noticing all the parallels and callbacks (especially the shannon and abby ones!!!), it was like an out-of-body experience and made me rethink the whole show

because it makes me wonder how much of it is unintentional. like, does this stuff keep happening because tim just has a bad memory and a lack of creativity, so he’s repeating a lot of stuff? and the crew likes to use certain templates while filming? or were they all masterminds all along? is this the universe’s work or human work? probably something in between

‘cause as a creator myself, i can tell from experience that sometimes your artwork can take on its own meaning and take you somewhere you didn’t plan from the beginning, which is a beautiful process. and sometimes you just follow the clues, and what started out as unintentional turns into intentionality. but maybe we’ll never know

i’m just glad i get to witness this show because it scratches my brain with all its parallels and the fuel for analysis. but i also wish the storylines would reach their logical conclusions instead of being infinitely repeated or abandoned. but, idk, season 8 feels very weird in a way that does feel very intentional. it really feels like the writers rewatched all the previous seasons and/or were reading fans’ analyses of the show and the characters

i can attach meaning to pretty much every scene, but i’m still not sure - is this me actually reading the signs, or am i seeing signs where they aren’t? a lot to think about

but for now, i’m at least 90% sure that the “seismic shifts” end with buddie confirmation and some not-so-subtle hinting at their romantic feelings or maybe even a kiss and an alobby reveal. at least, that’s what my level of media literacy tells me. if not, then i don’t know what i’m gonna do with myself, tbh - i don’t really have a plan b :D

[boopzoopaloop]

Pairing: vampire sunghoon x fem!reader

Tw: Blood, slight angst, and more you’ll find out when the whole thing comes out

(also gif below contains flashing lights so be careful)

Let Me In

Trickles of sweat flowed from your forehead, coating the floor as you ran into your apartment room and locked the door. Your body trembled as you slid down the door, your torn clothes blood soaked. You didn’t know if it was yours or.. his. You waited for the footsteps you knew would be coming any second now. Interrupting your thoughts came the very thing you were dreading. The very one. Your quivering hands came up to your lips in an attempt to silence your heavy breathing. Maybe if he couldn’t hear your breathing he’d think you’d gotten away? Or maybe he’d assume you’d already rolled over and drawn your last, fearful breath. Bullshit. You were lying to yourself, trying to distract yourself from what you knew would happen. The inevitable. Both you and him knew that you wouldn’t be escaping without him catching you. It was almost as if he could read your mind sometimes, the way he’d know every little thought coursing through your brain. Now that you really thought about it, maybe he could. You paused when you felt a heavy knock on the door. He’d always compare you to a rabbit on account of the fact that you’d freeze up whenever you got too scared. And here you were now, scared out of your mind unable to move.

“My love. “ He whispered against the door. Your eyes widened, tears threatening to fall for the thousandth time today. You substituted trying to silence your breathing to stopping altogether. “I know you’re in there.” You stayed noiseless. If you didn’t make any noise, maybe you could convince him you weren’t there, even though you were 100% sure he already knew. “Y/n.” He breathed, his voice whiny. You could tell he was getting impatient. He needed blood, and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he had yours. “Damn it Y/n, let me the fuck in!” He growled, banging his fist against the door repeatedly with all his might.

“No!” You hollered back, immediately face palming. Of all times you could’ve chosen to come back to reality, you decided to do it now?! Now there really was no chance of escape. You were cornered.

Disregarding your refusal, he’d continued with what he was saying. “I’m sorry for lashing out sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scream at you.” He took a breath, although you were quite sure the wretched creatures didn’t need to. Was he manipulating you? Trying to make it seem as if he was still himself? Or…was he still himself? Was your dear Sunghoon still there, buried underneath the mask of a blood sucking creature relentlessly pursuing you? Rising to your feet, you looked through the peephole. The second your eye reached the glass, his gaze shot up to meet yours. Inside of his deep red eyes was a predatory look, one that made you unravel. You could tell he wasn’t fully in control from the way his eyes rapidly traveled across whatever of your face he could see from the other side of the peephole. “I just… REALLY want to taste you.” He finally finished, his pupils growing bigger at the thought. He raised his blood coated hand to his face, inspecting it. You could tell this blood was yours from the way his smile expanded. Then, licked the slightly dry blood off of the side of his hand. A smirk crossed his face. He licked his lips, his expanding fangs now visible. What the hell? “At least open the door. You know I can’t come in without your permission.” You didn’t exactly know that. Well, you did, but that knowledge came from reading books and watching movies. Was it REALLY reliable? “I just wanna see your face again, cmon.” He scratched against the door like a dog begging to be let inside. “Please, pretty girl.” Fuck. He’d always known how to persuade you. Were you really about to give in? To answer that, yes. Your hand reached for the knob, and you yanked the door open. You were met with the face of your blood covered husband. He held out his hands as if trying to hug you. He kept his distance from the doorframe though, his arms just barely there. Upon seeing your eyebrows furrow he immediately brought his arms back down to his sides. “What’s wrong?” He spoke, his voice laced with genuine concern. Was he serious?

“Sunghoon what the fuck?!” You shouted your hand motioning at his entire body. “Are you even Sunghoon? Are you still my husband?! What the hell are you? Is this a prank?! So help me god I’ll never EVER forgive you-“

Sunghoon shushed you. “So many questions. Come out here and I’ll make sure I answer every last one, okay dear?” He took a step closer and you immediately grabbed the handle, slightly closing the door. He immediately threw his hands up backed off. You swung the door back to its previous position, still trying to make sense of the situation.

It took you a few seconds, but you managed to get out a simple question. “How long have you been this… this thing…?” He pressed his lips together, truly thinking over the answer. He looked up as if the answer would be painted on the ceiling.

“Forever.” He answered with a chuckle.

“You’re sick. Abso-fucking-lutely sick!” You sneered. “Did you ever even love me? Or were you just trying to confirm a kill you animal!” His face dropped, and hint of humor gone from his face. His expression quickly changed to one of guilt. Guilt was something he was terrible at hiding. You could tell you’d hate the answer to this question. “Honestly? At first you were just a kill. But after only about a week, you became more than that. You became my lover, my best friend,” he smiled at you “my soulmate.” The word echoed in your head as your heart dropped. ‘Just a kill’ repeated in your head over and over again. Just a fucking kill. “Please. Please let me in.” He pleaded

You glared up at him. “Sung-“

“Please baby.” As he stared into your eyes, they became glossy. The predator in him was fading. Your husband was fighting the beast which currently controlled him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know anything anymore. My mind is a labyrinth I can’t fucking escape and it’s… it’s driving me so fucking crazy.” he exhaled “I’ve never been certain of anything in my life. Not until this very moment. And what I know is… I need to taste you.”

COMING SOON

[cosmiiwrites]

NO MY ANON IS GONE, I’m too shy for this 😔 but anywho I was the person who originally suggested VenomSpiderMan!Reader and I’m low-key so happy that I’ve been able to infect other people with my brain worms, something about Spiders with the Venom Symbiote scratches my brain just right. Honestly I can really see the aggression becoming a big problem for Cecil, not in like an ‘oh shit we gotta do something about this right now’ kind of way, like something he has to constantly monitor, he needs to make sure they’re getting fed and that no one is getting hurt when they do, which would mean that if they go a few weeks, just fighting Viltrumites, not getting to eat any of them (which honestly would probably only happen if Viltrum only pit them against pure blood Viltrumites or just the strong ones in general IDC Reader CAN take on weaker Viltrumites no diff with the Symbiote) then Cecil would probably have to go to the trouble of getting fresh bodies for them, lest they eat the next petty thief they see. I don’t remember if it’s actually canon or just an idea my head cooked up, but also imagine if the Symbiote has to eat more when it helps heal the Reader, then Cecil would have to be on standby with the bodies after every big fight (morbid, I know 😨). I like to imagine the Symbiote is just as intelligent as the reader, since we know pretty much all Spiders are literal geniuses (Every Peter, Miles, Hobie), and since they’re both so intelligent, it makes it incredibly easy to bounce plans and strategies off each other while mid combat, they figure out what will work quicker than just the Reader or symbiote would and point out any holes in the others’ plan that may have been overlooked. Even if the things the Symbiote sometimes suggests are morally dubious. The Symbiote would also 100% get super attached to the Reader, the way it acts like it’s a breakup when it gets separated from Peter in several versions of Spider-Man? The entire venom movies? The Reader probably gets attached as well, hard not to when you basically share a body and it saves your life constantly. The Symbiote doesn’t care about other humans that much, outside of their worth to its own species, but it does care about the Reader, so if they want to save some worthless lives, it’ll help, it’ll even eat a corpse that is a little bit too old for it’s taste just so that they can keep their ‘morals’ and the Reader doesn’t like how immoral it can be, but they still change all of the candles in their house to those imitation ones (for power outages, which I imagine get increasingly common under Viltrumite rule) and wax melts (for scent) and they’ll start to work on frequency blockers, swearing up and down that it’s for the good of their missions. It’s totally NOT because they can no longer stand to see their companion in genuine pain. What are you even saying? That’s literally a space alien that low-key thinks of humans as food. 1/2

SORRRYYY SOME PEOPLE WERE BEING WEIRD N RUDE TO ME IN ANONS SO I REMOVED IT (it will be back soon tho!)

but omg haiiii i love ur venom symbiote suggestion mwah

YES I TOTALLY SEE CECIL BEING CONSTANTLY CONCERNED FOR THEM,, keeping them fed n everything 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i think maybe he uses some of the dead bodies that they’d use to make reanimen to feed venom!reader

VENOM SYMBIOTE BEING EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY ATTACHED TO READER AND VICE VERSA AAAAAAAA

i love that they have like a genuine relationship, to the point where the symbiote follows readers morals just to make them happy😭

[moonlit-lian]

A bunch of doodles of THIS SPOOKY PHANTOM DESIGN!! So very inspired from the fic You wouldn’t like me alive, by @ectoplasmranch

I love the idea of a lightning core too!?!? IT MAKES SENSE AND ITS SO COOL!!

[unshallow-feelings]

Oh I love the Pearl and Ivan connections here. (I love when fandoms overlap)

Another thing that I wanted to add was how Pearl's entire worldview changed after she stopped putting Rose on a pedestal and saw her for what she was. The positive memories of their time together were still there and it's true that Rose is one of the many things that make Pearl into the person that she is today but it's only because she made the conscious choice to move on and live for herself.

I want Ivan to be able to look at the world outside of his Till colored goggles and see that the world is so much bigger, complicated and beautiful than he previously knew. I hope we'll be able to see him living for himself in the future

(OR SO HELP ME VIVINOS WE WILL BE HAVING A DISCUSSION)

maybe ivan can get a pearl steven universe type arc without till?? he can still think about till and be reminded of him in others but he can still learn that he can be rebellious. he can live for himself. but even then i think it would be kind of normal for him to think of others like till and unsha even when he’s being independent. i just really want to know what he’d be like if he just. rebelled. if he just starts being himself.

in a song of pearl’s, (do it for her) i think of the lyric “when you live for someone, you’re prepared to die,” a lot when i think of ivan. he was ready to live and die for till. he never really gave a thought about what he really wanted to do if there was no till. it’s hard to change your view on life after seeing it one way since you were a child, so it would obviously be hard for ivan to start living for nobody but himself. he would still think of till. he would still think of unsha. but that isn’t to say that he can’t be an independent person.

i think in another pearl song, (it’s over isn’t it?) another lyric seems fitting for ivan? “who am i now in this world without her? petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her. what does it matter? it’s already done.” (cutting off the last bit there since till doesn’t have a son) with that lyric it pretty much shows how even as your own person, after loving someone basically your entire life, it’s still hard not to think about them, especially if they’re gone now. it’s gonna take ivan a while to get till completely out of his mind.

i want ivan to move on. but i know it’s going to take him so long. and that’s okay because it’s a learning process. i remember when i was younger, i really loved someone and was friends with them for years. this love was platonic, of course, but it was still all encompassing and i really couldn’t think of anyone but them. but then they left my life and never looked back to see how much they hurt me. it’s been nearly three years since they left and i’m not over it just yet. healing from something like that takes a while. it’s going to take ivan a while. but i still want it to happen.

in the show, pearl sometimes sees rose in other people. that can very much happen with ivan. he can look at people and they can remind him of till. he’s allowed to think of till. the thing is, he has to realize that those people aren’t till. and he doesn’t have to give everything for them. they can just be friends, and that’s okay.

maybe he can heal with mizi. the two of them can grow together. i want both of them to be happy in the rebellion and to grow without sua and till. i want them to feel like they’re truly themselves.

[baking-cha05]

In deceit

Is deceit

Got inspired by this colour pallet

https://www.tumblr.com/color-palettes/780104980533215232/in-death-is-death-submitted-by-fastman27?source=share

[screams-of-the-damned84]

those recent hyde expressions are doing something to me dude

[brainworms-all-night-long]

> Abnormality Dancin' Girl / Guchiry / English cover by Trickle

I know, I know that I'm full of abnormality, so I'll go and sew a new identity Repeat, repeat as I'm double-checking every piece of me to see what needs to be changed Come look at my face Come and give me your praise Erase my old name and throw it all away

And this time with a speed paint to boot (flicker and flashing warning), now you may observe one of my (surprisingly) more organized drawing processes!! this took around 2+ hours of just clear drawing time

A couple breaks and then breakdowns trying to figure out blender not included lmao-

And ofc, the backround music used is the original instrumental to Abnormality dancin' girl by Gunchiry

[1loer]

Im not one to think too deeply about what Kodaka says on bluesky/twitter about the danganronpa cast but he just posted this and my mind is Reeling a little

(Google translated so take with a grain of salt)

The person asks about what Hinata’s life was like in elementary and junior high and what his childhood was like.

Kodaka says “I [either speaking as Hinata or this is Google Translate missing the mark] was a normal person up until about middle school, and I was actually good at both grades and sports, but because of this I became obsessed with thinking I was special, someone who could make my dreams and hopes come true.”

And that just implies something so different to what I’d assumed about Hinata’s mindset and. I’m actually kind of obsessed?

I’d always assumed that Hinata was sort of a “kicked dog” if you will. Someone who never really had much and thats why he always wanted more.

This is not that. This is nearly the opposite. This is someone who had and still very arrogantly wanted more. Someone who could have been fine as he was, but it wasn’t enough. Someone never satisfied with the good that he had because there was more to be had, more he could have that he never got. Someone who was maybe quite good at some things, or at least decent, and his brain went “this must mean I’m something special. I must be destined for greatness.” This compiled with another question he answered that implied Hinata’s parents were actually kind of well off too (cant remember but something like they were the type to buy him things to make up for mistakes), like…This is not the downtrodden underdog of society I’d always read Hinata as being.

To me this stinks of envy. An arrogant, narcissistic, prideful envy. And oh my god. Isn’t that just so much more relatable?

To be someone who had every opportunity succeed without talent…And to accept the Kamukura project anyway… Not out of necessity or a pressure from society, but simply his own prideful, envious need to have more.

He’s not a nothing that finally got something. He was already something. He’s not an underdog, he’s an Icarus.

In its own way, I think that embodies a very contorted, “black mirror” idea of Hope way more than my previous reading of his character, which I think also makes the outcome of the Kamukura project just so much more deliciously ironic.

Oh? You want more? You aren’t satisfied with yourself despite having everything you could need? Ok. We’ll give you more.

We’ll give you more.

[spiderlilywritings]

Ronin Beaufort Boyfriend Headcanons

Trigger Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, gore

Well. You're in for a wild ride with Ronin Beaufort as your lover. He's not a green flag by any means, but he cares and genuinely loves you, even if he shows it in twisted ways sometimes. (Hearts drawn in blood, maybe giving you an aorta, sending pictures of his gruesome murders in #killer_shit with the caption "this for You, baby" and oh would you look at that, it's the guy that's been harassing you yesterday—)

Never runs out of nicknames for you. Will probably come up with the cheesiest/sappiest nickname just to see your reaction. It cracks him up. ("Baby. Sweetheart. Darling. Pookie. Sweet apple crumble pop with strawberries—")

If you own a vehicle like a car or a motorcycle, he's your go-to mechanic. He'll take your money and maybe a little bit extra later. ("Aww, don't give me that look, darlin'. I just wanted a kiss 's all. Hahaha!") Shows off a little bit of that muscle if you hang around while he's working. His sweetheart's there, gotta impress them right? (And if you're the type to get embarassed easily, it's more fun for him.)

Speaking of vehicles, I'm not sure if Ronin owns one, but if you do, why not take your little Devil for a late night drive? I think he'll enjoy them. Just you and him, enjoying the night air, letting the scenery pass by.

We've already seen it in the games; he's perceptive and if there's something troubling you, he'll know. He's all ears if you wanna talk about it. Or if you don't, he might think of a way to get you to open up. It's not healthy to bottle everything up after all. He's had to deal with his own issues and being stuck in your own head can be... a lot.

Sometimes, you may have impromptu late night talks with Ronin. Trading secrets and all that. Sorting out some feelings and traumas of the past. Those talks can get heavy but things always feel a bit lighter at the end. That's good, isn't it?

He's supportive. He lets you do your own thing, lets you enjoy yourself and indulge in what you love. As long as you take care of yourself too. He might even join you. ("Aren't you a cutie with that smile on your face. Come onnnnnn, show me more, baby.")

I think he'd like those silly couple shirts. The ones with lines like one shirt has "If lost, return to the bastard" and the other is "The bastard" Or just matching things in general. Maybe you want matching plushies, or jewelry, etc. He's down for it.

Learning first aid is recommended if you haven't already. At least, you'd know what to do when Ronin comes to you injured. Victims don't just lay down and wait for their fate. Of course they want to live and some will literally fight for their lives. Ronin keeps himself in shape, but some injuries are just unavoidable. He doesn't like seeing your worried face, so he's quick to ease your worries with his usual bravado.

Horror movie nights are a given. And if you're the type to scare easily (ironic since you're with a serial killer), prepare for some light teasing. Here's a not-so-secret though: Ronin loves it when you cling to him. He likes being able to feel you. Whether it's small instances like your hands brushing against his to you outright hanging onto him like a koala bear. Make him feel your warmth, that you're there. That you'll always be there. (Not. Not like— well, technically they're still— but not there. Not here. Not anymore. Just a memory now that will always haunt him. They left his heart bleeding. And then, an  "Angel" patched it up. He still bleeds a little. But it's bearable. And now. Now, you—)

Tick... tick... tick...

The sheets rustle. The clock continues to tick. Ronin hears your sleepy little murmurs as you frolicked in dreamland.

He chuckles, one of his hands moving to play with a lock of your hair. The sight of you curled up on his bed, in his damn shirt, "Darlin', if this is your way of killin' me slowly, it's working. Juuust a little."

In response, you unconsciously snuggle into his chest. Really now.

Sleeping so peacefully with a serial killer? Maybe he got rid of your sense of self preservation; maybe got some screws loose in that pretty little head of yours.

Ronin pulls you closer.

This was nice. Makes him remember those times when it was easier. As easy as it can get back in Angelwood anyway.

He left that place behind, danced in hell's flames like the Devil he is, letting rot and decay follow him. He didn't mind. Let 'em haunt him till the day he croaks.

When he closes his own eyes, he sees Ther; a reminder of what he had. Of what he lost. Feels like they'll always haunt him too. There, but not there. A spirit? An illusion? No. Maybe just that lingering love he's always going to feel for his childhood best friend.

Ther's gone.

After Ther, came Maria. Maria. Sweet, sweet Saint Maria helped him heal and move on.

And now he's got another angel in his arms. Ronin thinks that's hysterical. The Devil attracts angels it seems like. Wings and all. Letting them decay till those feathers fall and the wings are nothing but bone. It's like giving the middle finger to the good ol' god those old fashioned folks at Angelwood worshipped.

How's that for blasphemy?