#and he's basically the brawn of the place

[spotlightstudios]

Wowie!!! He's such a... yeah.

Anywho, no idea why I made him so buff (or animated his eyes?) Buuuuuut he's done now! Fun time-waster for the afternoon!

[purelyfiction]

15 Minutes

Frank Castle 'The Punisher' x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,750 words

Summary: Prompt: During a very stressful situation, one screams "I care about you, can't you see that I love you?"

Content Warning:  Mentions of injury, hospital, blood - basically anything The Punisher had you're in for.

Author Note: oh hey y'all wanted this - so don't come at me when you realize it's trash and unedited k thanks

Things are always the same with Frank Castle. Well, ‘Pete’ as he reminds you time and time again. But he and you both know that it’s his penance. The toll for every time he crosses your threshold, broken and bloody. If he appeared before you, he was to be an honest man. Honest as medical files and middle of the night whisperings. 

You’d met him solely from being at the right time, right place. You’d been doing your shift at the ER when he’d snuck himself in. Hooded and cloaked, quiet and aloof. He never said a word to anyone. Didn’t answer anyone’s questions. Just sat and watched the chaos. When you’d finally gotten to take your turn interrogating him, he’d shoved a burner in your hand before disappearing into the parking lot of the hospital, a sticky note with a ‘call number in speed dial, post-shift’ clinging to it. You’d debated dumping the device in the trash can outside the hospital on your way home. The part of you that wouldn’t ever shut up about helping people had been persistent. What if he’d been homeless? Then why bother with a burner phone? Curiosity gnawed at you the remainder of the shift and the entire ride home. You finally followed the instructions. Frank Castle showed up on your doorstep fifteen minutes later. 

“Why don’t you go to the hospital?” You ask.

“If I walked in and they admitted me, I wouldn’t be walking out freely.”

You’d fought him the second time he’d shown up. Insisted this couldn’t become a habit. “I don’t have any habits. Routines get people like me killed.” He’d said. The phone buzzed again not even a week later. 

From there on out, you’d single handedly healed Frank Castle, when the rest of New York thought he was dead and buried. He would work in the shadows, keeping quiet and out of trouble. At least with the brawn. Otherwise, why else would he appear on your doorstep like a lost dog? 

Frank had come with a lot of red tape. He would appear at your apartment, and you’d accept him into your treatment center (to common folk, it appeared as a kitchen table and a simple dining chair). You would treat him, avoiding the major questions of who, what and where. The two of you normally only focused on the ‘how’ part of things. How he’d managed to slice his torso just below his rib. How close was the gun when it was fired  - the kind of questions you answer willingly to medical staff. You’d learned early on that any other questions would lead to him trying to evade your care, something you didn’t take kindly. 

Text messages morphed into calls. The first time had caught you off guard, because he’d called your phone. Not the burner. 

“Hello?”

“You home?” The gruff voice questioned.

“No. But I can be. How close are you?”

“Fifteen.”

He was almost always only fifteen minutes from your place when he appeared back into your life. Like his phone signal was only functional when he was within your proximity. One day you’d learn he never wanted to tip anyone off to your location. To your existence. To you.

“Why did you call?” 

“Hands are busy.”

“How’d you get this number?”

“Stop askin’ questions Patches.”

Frank had stopped texting you after that. Instead, he’d call, then he’d show up. The routine similarly paced each time. 

“What are we working with?” You question, shutting the door behind him once he’s entered. Your hands slide on the same gloves as he limps to the worn chair. It creaks under his weight, as though it was tired of this performance between the two of you. 

“KA-BAR caught me a few times on my back. One to the thigh.” He grunts as he manages to peel the dark and torn shirt off his torso. He drops it into your awaiting biohazard bag. One day you swore you were going to get caught dumping at the hospital with how many trips you’ve made.

“Sounds like you got off easy this time.” You remark, pushing his shoulder carefully to assess the damage behind him. “Still breathing. That’s all that matters.” He says it with a lack of real emotion. That’s run of the mill for him. Means that the pain isn’t unbearable.  

“I’d argue otherwise but I’d have better luck arguing with a brick wall.” You lament, carefully beginning the process of cleaning the wounds he mentioned to you. 

“Now you’re catchin’ on..” 

Somewhere in the grey, he’d rehomed his only family member to you. Suddenly daily walks and morning and night routines for a bright eyed pitbull mix snuck into your days. Not that you were exactly complaining. Max was a great roommate. And rarely, if ever, did he track blood onto your carpets. Unlike someone you both mutually had become acquainted with. 

This had been going on for months now. You don’t know why you keep letting him in. Why you keep stocking your medical artillery just for him. This certainly couldn’t be legal. You definitely should’ve told someone. But if you went to the police you ran the risk of people thinking you’re losing it for thinking a dead man is alive. 

Yes, officer, I sutured his forehead last Thursday. Also I have his dog. 

It was criminalizing. And more or less - you were growing to like his company. 

Sure, he’s sullen and in pain when you see him, but he gets more and more vulnerable with each patch job. It’s where the endearing name had come from. After the fourth night, he’d simply started calling you Patches. You’d offered to give your real name, but, he said the less he knew about you, the better. 

If that was for his sake, or for yours, you still haven’t figured out.

After an emotionally brutal night shift, you clamor into your apartment. Your eyes are sore from bathroom stall sobbing, your body aching from being on your feet for over twelve hours. The emotional toil is starting to eat away at you. Conversations with parents and loved ones, watching young children have to face painful procedures due to broken bones, calling time of death, not once, but twice. 

You were a shell of who you usually are. 

So you shower. Take your time and let the water run cold. You manage to find your way to the kitchen after getting dressed, grabbing milk and moving to find a box of cereal. You’d eat, feed Max and take him out to wet - then go to bed. Your eyes feel glazed over as you go through the motions. Trying to get through the next thirty minutes before you can sleep. 

Sleep would have to wait. 

The frantic and heavy pounding on the door startles you. Max begins barking, a very deep and protective bark you’ve not heard before. Still, you carefully approach the door. 

Then you realize it’s three in the morning. So, you backtrack to the kitchen, grabbing a pairing knife and hold it in a self defense position. Slowly, you return to the door. 

The peephole doesn’t allow you to fully capture the entire person - but you know who it is. You can hear the heavy and pained breathing from this side of the door. 

After two deadbolts and a chain are undone, you pull the door open, and grab his arm in what you assume is an uninjured spot. Once the door is shut, you lock it behind you. 

“You didn’t call.” You remark. Frank moves past his patient’s chair in favor of your couch. It lets out a huff under the weight of him. There’s no words for a while, just really heavy breathing. 

“Frank.” You try again as you carefully approach your living room. Max is sniffing and carefully inspecting the man, more than happy to see the familiar face. But as the pup continues to examine, you watch the man’s chest movement. The heavy breaths are starting to slow. 

You carefully approach, watching as Max starts to paw at the man’s arm. The realization that he’s unresponsive comes soon after. Adrenaline kicks your body into an awake state. 

Finding your med supplies from their usual spot, you’re rapidly taking vitals. His pulse is dropping. Yours is rising. 

“Fuck, Frank, this is-“ your voice is shaky as you get him to his back, trying to get the vest off him as quickly as you can. He’s going to hate you for this. But you quickly cut the elastic straps of the Kevlar unit, freeing the panel from his body. His shirt follows. 

An expansive plane of muscle and scars greets you. If you weren’t actively trying to save his life, you’d be far more appreciative of the sight. Despite the gore of blood and wounds there. 

You can’t dress any wounds right now, you need to stabilize him first. His pulse has stopped dropping but it’s low and irregular. Which you know means you’ll need to restart it. You fucking hate doing this. 

Sprinting out the apartment you clamor up the steps to the AED panel on the wall, swiftly pulling it from the mount and running back down the steps. 

Getting back to the apartment, it seems too calm. Max has laid down in his bed nearby, and you approach Frank cautiously. 

Eyes have opened since you left the room. You let out a heavy sigh of relief. 

“You son of a bitch.” You grumble, setting the device on the table nearby, catching your breath from the exertion of sudden exercise. 

“What. It happens.” He offers a slow and easy breath through his lungs. You approach again, carefully coming to his side and taking his pulse. It’s still lower than you’d like, but it seems to be equalizing.  

“No. It doesn’t just ‘happen’. You were in afib.” You reply, quickly starting to access the injuries now that the risk has subsided - for now. 

“It does just happen. Not a big deal, Patches.” He seems unmoving in his response. You’re still counting his breaths as you start to clean.

“You’re an asshole.” You whisper, still moving with caution and care.

“Yet you’ve not kicked me out.” He points out to you.

“I’ve gotta help. Otherwise, my guilt will debilitate me. It’s a curse.” You drop gauze to a nearby pan, continuing in your care. “How’d this happen.” 

You’re usually more gentle with your questioning. But now, your heart is thundering and you were already exhausted to begin with. Now you have to deal with this fucker potentially eating it on your couch. 

“Took on more than I could chew.” The answer makes you hesitate. Frank never admitted defeat. Not once in your time knowing him. 

“You know better.” You remark. 

“Normally, I do.” There’s a sound of pain when you move his arm. 

“What changed.” The tone of your voice is so dejected. Disconnected from how you usually are. He’s noticing. 

“A few things- Jesus, would you ease up?” He curses as you are particularly rough with a bleeding gash. 

“Have to stop the bleeding.” You comment. 

“You got a second to take the stick out of your ass before you keep goin’?” Frank asks. 

You could throttle him. 

“You fucking nearly busted my door down at three in the morning, scaring the shit out of me, collapse onto my couch without a word and nearly start dying on me, and you think I’m supposed to be chipper to see you? Fuck that, Frank.”

The gloves on your hands snap as you tug them off. You start to collect the proper supplies for the next task on the treatment plan, but he somehow sits up, not without a heavy sound of pain and discomfort accompanying it. 

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“I don’t want to know what happened.” You correct. He flounders at your response.

“They knew, Patch.” He offers it, his words grim and slow. Your brows furrow in confusion. 

“They knew what? Who knew what?” The need for some clarification shines through your annoyance, sliding on a new pair of gloves. 

“About you. The guys I was after. They knew.” 

You freeze from the unraveling bandage in your hand. 

He’s been so vigilant about this. Keeping your midnight medical meetings a secret. Keeping you out of his shit. You were just the woman who saved his life and let him continue fucking up others. It was transactional, and you weren’t supposed to become a risk. Clearly he’d never planned on it if he kept Max here. 

“What…did-“ Your brain is going hazy. With a major lack of sleep, and falling adrenaline levels, it’s hard to wrap your head around this. “You went after them because of me?”

“Guess you could call it that.” He lays back again, not without sound effects. You linger in the information. Then a spark lights you. 

“Are you dense?”

“Huh?”

“No, are you actually stupid? Going after them like that? You said it yourself, you took on more than you could handle. What the hell were you going to do if they got through you? Max and I would’ve been DOA let’s be so for real, Frank.” You start to ramble as you return to your treatment. He seems taken by surprise. But his face steels. 

“I was doin’ what needed done. You don’t like it? Tough, kid. That’s the way this goes.” He tries to defend.

“No, there’s no ‘tough’ here. That’s some bullshit. You should’ve told me. If I was at risk you should’ve told me and warned me. Let me get out and away-“

“You don’t need to be bothered by it if they’re dead, Patch.”

“Yeah well, you get yourself killed then I’m dead. So, maybe next time, next time, you consult me on this shit show you’re running in this massive fucking circus tent of Manhattan.” You sneer, finishing up a bandage and starting to set up a suture for a bullet graze. 

“I don’t need to tell you Jack shit. I’ve got it handled.” He buffers. 

“This?? This is what you call handled Frank?? This is so far from handled. You were approaching death not even ten minutes ago.” 

“Yeah? So what?”

You gape at him. Your hands stop moving. 

“So what? So what, you almost died?” 

“Not a big fuckin’ deal. The vast majority of this dumpster fire wants me dead anyway. Let it happen, Patches. Then you can go on livin’ your shitty life with underpaid shifts and knock off brand Cheerios. Nobody cares about this fuck up anyways.” His head falls back onto a pillow he’s adjusted while monologuing. 

You stand to your feet, no longer kneeling beside him. 

“No one cares? Are stupid and blind?” You gasp the air in before expelling it in quick order, “I care! I care about you! Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that I love you?” The confession leaves you as violently as your hands move. You’ve stained your pajamas with tinged red fingerprints, a result from the pale blue gloves on your hands. 

He blinks. He blinks and stares at you.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes. I do.” You say it much more confidently than you expect. 

That’s why the door keeps opening. That’s why you’re always on the other end of the line. That’s why after time and time again of rehearsed lines and instances that he can’t come back - you keep letting him in. And in every three day recovery stretch, every emergency interaction, in banter and routine, you’ve found yourself infatuated by him. Your thoughts flooded with him as you treated patients with similar injuries. Playing out conversations from late hours. Fake scenarios where he would text you out of the blue, ready to confess that he’s got a soft spot for you. 

Despite that, the two of you stare. You breathe, you hover and you stare. 

“You shouldn’t, Patches.” He finally tries, slowly sitting up. 

“But I do.” 

“You can’t, you get that?”

You shrug. 

“Yet, I do.” 

You slowly come to the couch, finding a spot between his legs as he stares at your wordlessly. The apartment is eerily quiet. Save for a sudden sneeze from the sweet pitty boy in the corner. Both of you look at the animal and then back at one another. 

  “Well… what now?”

He looks at you, a slow smirk growing on his features. 

“Maybe you finish patchin’ me up and we can mull this over some Cheeri-nopes.”

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

IDEAL TYPE

Characters: Gun Park, Goo Kim, James Lee

What I belive is, rather than brawn Gun will likely be more compatible with someone more on the brainy side.

Has affinity for more feminine yet strong type like Bulma from DBZ.

Strong doesn't necessarily have to be translated into physical strength: yes he will appreciate it but you two will mostly test it out for dominace and let's just say it won't take a very healthy turn in relationship.

Part of it is due to his Yakuza upbringing and the patriarchal environment he grew up in. In the initial phase he will only seek you out for pleasure but if you are of help in the grander scheme of things and show potential for what you are capable of. Absolutely sexy

Lets be honest he will be into looks. But not very high maintenance supermodel type just keep the basics intact and a well groomed and well kept person who knows their worth.

Confidence is actually the key to his heart. No he won't coddle you and give you lot of reassurance. He will be blunt and brutally honest. Understand it's from a good place and that's how he shows his care. So if you take his advice and improve on certain areas he will be really content.

And no don't listen to him always. Show him his loopholes, where he lacks what he can do to improvise.

Overall he likes a baddie who knows her worth and value and won't bend for anyone💕

This goofball like cute girls. Period🤪

Well well his first love is money, and he isn't afraid to admit that at all.

I feel he will be more into petite women. You know to show that he will protect you from this dangerous world blah blah..

Someone laid back and relaxed who knows when to be mature and when to turn into full on clowns. So that he can have best of both the worlds

Infinite patience. Not just because of his antics but because its very very very difficult for him to emotionally open up. Is quite guarding then he lets on and needs someone to break those walls.

Well once he is in love, pretty much everything you do is cute or adorable so looks aren't that much for him. And mostly likely to go for someone normal.

I don't mean to demean it's just that you don't need to have certain potential or bring something to table for him to love you ,I believe. If there is genuine connection, Goo is more than happy🥹😁💞

I'll do Teen James and Adult James differently😤

Okay teasing, push and pull , how far you can go without reacting to his charms

Someone firm in personality . Show him, his place. Mr James Lee you might be a national level all rounder but you ain't getting this heart so easily.

Let's be honest this all comes from his thrill and the rush he feels in winning and dominating. He wants to conquer and show. So ladies in case of Teen James "Play Hard to Get" will seriously do wonders for you🤣

Also someone who has their own passions and ambitions going on. The rare moments you two get to have with each other will seriously make him very happy

Dominate him. As in discussion and disagreement are always welcome and it's a huge plus point who can be on the same wavelength as him. But don't do it for the heck of it.

I don't know why but having soft , gentle hands will be his thing. This dude is into looks and want someone beautiful but not high in priority.

If you can make him forget all his worries and the two of you can, even for a moment live like normal teenagers for a bit you are golden.

And pls don't break his heart for just showing and parading him around like a trophy. He will know from the start. So someone who really looks for him for who he is and beyond the genius. Friends to lovers💙💜

Well let's be honest James in his adulthood is a manipulative ass. So someone smart and really intellectual who can see through all this facade.

See besides all the fluff and shimmery, let's face facts this guy uses people like tools and how they can benefit him, I'm pretty sure Kitae is also just another tool in his arsenal. You need to be equally talented as him and someone who can match his level. Not an extraordinary overachiever but have your things going on.

But as Tsumiki was described in JJK " As long as she has an unshakable moral compass which doesn't deflect easily there is nothing more I can ask for". This is what fits his ideal type best.

See if he is dating you he really trust you a lot and you mean a lot but again he will hide things from you. Not for lying and deceit but you don't have to worry your pretty little head about Gang and stuff. This might put a dent but if you understand he is doing it in good faith it might work for you. Otherwise arguments 😭😞

I feel like since he is more on the calm and composed side. Someone goofy will really help. Not a full blown clown but you know a bit of comedy here a few pranks there.

He is still a tease and he loves to see your reactions. So if you are really shy he will have a lot of fun pushing your limits

Well he likes refined, elegant women. Kpop has shown him all the shades so at this stage in his life not really into looks.

A genuinely nice and kind human being who won't bend to his ways all the time and he can really trust is what gets his heart.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Dorm leaders(plus jamil) with a fem hunter of Artemis reader, basically reader had however many years ago prior to ending up in twisted wonderland had sworn herself to Artemis and became a hunter of Artemis, Reader is good at hunting, archery, fighting etc, she's also immortal and can only die in battle and oh yeah Reader had sworn to never make romantic relations with men as Artemis is goddess of virginity and had sworn off men herself and has all her hunters do the same since 'men are just distractions'.

If you're not currently taking requests you can just ignore this

Artemis Hunter Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

In Greek mythology the goddess Artemis stood for the pure maiden, the respectful hunt with archery, and childbirth. Back in your world, you are the closest thing to a child for the goddess. A nymph devotee blessed with her power and foresight. Where you are now is considered the belly of the beast surrounded by men who want nothing more than to have you. So the battle for your chastity and independence vs their determination and power begins:

Idia Shroud

“Ah!”

“This is not a time to be crying Idia, you’re the one who challenged me!”

“To a battle match IN GAME! I can’t compete with you on a physical level!”

“Too bad!”

It’s truly a match of brawns and brains according to Idia

Him with his constantly evolving technology to chase away contenders 

And you with your physical aptitude to avoid and cleverness falter any obstacle he throws in your way

He falls in love through his screen

Witnessing your sweetness through Ortho 

And your heroics through cameras he’s placed around

Is it so bad he wants to drag the hero to the underworld

He can’t decide if he wants to drag you to depravity or to fuel your image of a hero

So he settles to one day trap you

Maybe then he’ll decide

Jamil Viper

“I’ve been warned about snakes such as you!”

“And what was said?”

“That you’re not nearly as much fun to hunt!”

He often finds himself feeling the need to antagonize you

To engage in a ‘hunt’ with you

It’s not a physical one 

More so mental

It’s an unspoken game between you two 

And he’s not willing to back down

But neither are you

He absolutely adores playing basketball with you

Seeing the sweet create a shiny sheen over your body

It makes him excited 

You’ll weirdly feel sympathy for him

Something about being bound against his will 

Cruelly reminds of the poor animals poached 

He comes to realize this 

And he plans to use this to win

Rook Hunt

“You’re skill is far better than mine.”

“Don’t fret I’ve been blessed by Artemis. I may not have magic but I do have my bow.”

“That you do...”

“So…would you like a head start?”

Of course there's only two things can happen when two hunters meet

hunt the same prey

Or Hunt one another

Since Artemis prides herself on hunting within reason and not persecuting the weak

You decide to do the latter 

After all from the beginning he’s decided to hunt for the one thing Artemis absolutely asks that you protect

So it’s only natural that there will be sparks whenever you to decide to release your arrows

While in archery you might outclass him 

it’s easy to forget

He’s familiar with the terrain, with the presence of magic

He’s got just enough to properly consider a threat 

But he’s so determined and so sneaky its a wonder if you’ll realize it in time 

He hopes not 

But at the same time he knows the hunt is about to conclude when the doe knows to run

So on second thought he hopes you do

[novastar-creations]

Donnie! Mikey Leo Raph

AU Mastapost

Design Notes under the cut!

All poses are references to the show (and the hoodie ofc)

I went into these designs with the ones I had the most ideas for first, but despite that, I still really like how Don turned out! I gave him a star motif to match Mikey’s heart motif, bc if Mikey’s the heart of the team Donnie’s the star of the show

I wanted him to look similar to Leo and splinter (as a human), so I made their faces basically the same with the exception of don’s nose, which I made similar to Mikey’s, because pb&j are probs my fav duo ever. I changed the colours (duh) and scrapped the birthmarks (also duh) because I didn’t want Donnie and Leo to just have the same colours?? I’m actually really happy with that decision, I think it makes the brothers look distinct while still similar. Raph and Donnie both have yellow eyes tho, because I’m a sucker for Brains and Brawn (THEY DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME). Don didn’t get the eyelashes (a tragedy).

The visor functions like his goggles, but looks like Lou Jitsu’s glasses because AUGHHTHRGHEJHGJBGRHBVFHBR THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THOSE TWO MAN AUGHGHFHH EVEN MIKEY CAN SEE IT

I headcanon that Don has makeup and wears it sometimes, usually when he’s going somewhere he deems important. Mystic library? Important. Krang Invasion? He’s gonna look snatched af. Reconciling with his robot son? Nothing has ever been more important. Camping? Nah. Not worth it.

Also, with the one where he’s holding the stick, his nails are chipped because he’s camping. It’s the Todd scouts episode. I’m funny as fuck.

He gets a big ol’ backpack in place of his battleshell, and I imagine it’s be sagging with the amount of random but vaguely useful tech (why do you have an ice cooler in there??). I think it’d make him feel calmer to have a significant amount of his tech on him at all times (I know it would make me feel that way if I were him). The only reason I didn’t put it on the other designs was because a) laziness and b) it’d clutter the designs.

Soundproof headphones (with the star ofc) - he probably has them blasting shitty techno music on low volume half the time. Would this get overwhelming? For me, yes. For him? He’d just turn up the volume to block out the other noises if it did! Genius. It doesn’t matter if he can’t hear the life or death situation around him.

Like all his brothers, he has matching friendship bracelets! One for the mad dogs, one with just Mikey (because Mikey was the one who made them. Speaking of Magic Mike, you can’t convince me Mikey doesn’t beg Donnie to let him paint his nails purple. (Also their gloves match bc I thought it’d be cute).

He has tattoos that look like his markings because he looked at Leo and Mikey and be upset that he also didn’t get vitiligo markings. Or smthn. Maybe he’d paint them on? I mean it doesn’t really matter that much because he’s usually wearing his hoodie?? He’s just extra ig

Also, over time he’d alter the hoodie to look more and more like the purple dragons’ jackets because he dreams of getting another one.

I think he’d either get the bandana as a joke gift from Leo, or it’d be (a part) of his baby blanket. Either way, he’s uber attached to it and wears it in high stress situations bc it makes him feel calmer (similar to the backpack I think).

I gave him just the most extra boots for no reason. This was a conscious decision I made. Why? I truly could not tell you. Originally, I was gonna give him the same ones as Leo (push that twin rhetoric amirite), but I realise that the fit I gave Leo with those boots was the only one he didn’t look like he styled himself, meaning Don would’ve given Leo his boots, but DONNIE WOULD NEVER. He wouldn’t eat food off the floor, let alone give his sweaty, stinky bro his shoes??? I scrapped that idea, but I do like the idea of Leo stealing Donnie’s boots and Don just letting him keep them for sanitation’s sake.

I see a lot of mock turtleneck Donnie fanart (both turtle and human lol), so I gave him a sleeveless mock turtleneck (mostly to show off his markings).

The vest was supposed to look like his plastron (? Carapace? The front bit. Still not sure why he has that, he’s supposed to be a softshell? They don’t have that??)

Also gloves. Idk it seemed in character. I don’t think we ever see him without his hands half covered??

I think that’s all byeeeeee

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Gladiolus Amicitia General Dating Headcanons

🌙 Gladio may seem to be the type to be all big and loud and all of that; But behind closed doors with you, he's all soft and gentle. It's not even behind closed doors or in the privacy of your home, it can also be when you both are out and about and everything gets very overwhelming.

🌙Gladio is a very well-educated man despite the common stereotypes of him being some big meathead jock. He has so many books that the bookshelves expanding over his walls sometimes aren't enough, leaving small piles on his desk or end table.

🌙 He loves reading, and it breathes great joy into him if you both end up reading together. Whether it's the same novel or you're both reading your own things, it doesn't matter. However, he does have a soft spot for reading things to you while you're all snuggled up to him.

🌙 His family means a lot to him, so it's very important that you not only meet both Iris and his father Clarus, but get along with them as well. Iris is very welcoming to you, beaming at you and welcoming you with the biggest smile the second she got to meet you. Clarus... not so much. It's not that he's up in arms about his son dating, he's just an exhausted yet very stoic man. He eventually warms up to you, though.

🌙 His friends are also another big part of his life aside from his royal duties. He was more nervous with you meeting the others than his family, but with Noctis and Prompto egging him on, he was very relieved when you agreed to meet them. Prompto was his usual self, asking all of these questions while Noctis was sort of slack-jawed that Gladio got a steady partner first. Ignis, as always, was very calm and courteous to you.

🌙 Show. Off. A complete and utter show off in every sense of the characteristic. Those brawny muscles under sunkissed and tattooed skin are his bread and butter and he's damn proud of his hard work. He really loves it when you gawk and fawn over his muscles and it makes him feel all warm inside when you run your hands over his brawn.

🌙 Be prepared for paparazzi and unrequested photos. While not in the extremes that happen with Noctis, Gladio is the next to be photographed with how much he sticks out. While he may not be a fan of it at all, he will do whatever he can to obscure you from the line of sight to make you comfortable if you wanted him to.

🌙 He has a thing for you wearing something of his, really just smelling like him. He has an older Crownsguard leather jacket that he rarely wears anymore because you've basically claimed it for yourself. You love his scent, too. He smells of firewood and leather and rainstorms. His cologne is always faint, but it really does add to it all.

🌙 If you really wanna get his attention, especially if he's really deep into a book, tug on his necklace and make him look at you. It's a sure fire way of getting what you want, but you better be prepared for the consequences.

🌙 Be prepared for Cup Noodles, especially if neither of you want to cook and aren't in the mood to wait on takeout. If Gladio could survive on it, he would eat the fuckers for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and as a midnight snack. He gets how you like yours down to a science.

🌙 At least once a month, Gladio plans out a weekend where you both get away from the city and go into the woods of Leide by Lestallum to camp and get away from it all. It shocked you how much of the stars you could see out here away from all of the lights, and in that moment, Gladio never thought you were more beautiful by the roaring fire.

🌙 Another little date idea that's a constant for most of the year is going to Western Insomnia to the beach. He loves to walk along the shore with you, even if it's just on the boardwalk and not on the wet sand below.

🌙 He loves bringing you by the Citadel, even if it's just for a little while. He loves showing you around- and especially showing you off. He also shows you his favorite place in the entire Citadel: The royal gardens filled to the brim with all sorts of foliage and rare flowers. He can often be found here when Prince Charmless is stuck in a meeting that doesn't require Gladio's presence, often with a book in his hand.

🌙 On the subject of flowers, he is so well-versed with all types of plants. This all stems not only from his vast camping experience, but also stemming from what he remembers of his mother's love for flowers. Despite looking like the exact opposite, Gladio loves flowers- Just, not as much as he loves Cup Noodles.

🌙 He always invites you when he's going jogging or heading to the gym or even just hiking around. He's a very active person and he loves involving you in his life. Even if you say no and always tell him "No, thank you," he will still always ask.

🌙 He finds it really sweet when you absent-mindedly trace over his scars, especially the one going right across his eye and cheek. The ones on his fingers and hands, the few on his arms and chest, the slightly larger ones on his back. All of them. But in moments of passion, he can't help himself when you gently stroke at his scar with your thumb as your noses brush light against one another.

🌙 He will win you prizes at the Insomnian Fair. He's very good at all of the fair games, the carnival workers hate to see him coming. When you first went together, he scoffed at the strength game and nearly destroyed the launcher in one hit. It was a shock, especially when he plopped a large moogle stuffed animal in your arms.

🌙 Speaking of moogles, just like his little sister, he too has a weakness to them. He keeps a moogle Triple Triad card in his wallet at all times as a "lucky charm" and he loves the moogle shirt you got him to death, wearing it at least once a week. Talcott gave him a moogle figurine that came with his cactaur figurine and it sits on the dashboard of Gladio's car.

🌙 He will always finish your leftovers if you can't stomach them or don't want the anymore. Especially at restaurants, he will always be down to finish your plate for you if you're too full.

🌙 You have your very own guard dog. You don't have to worry about anyone coming up and messing with you when you have the Royal Shield at your side. If anyone so much as gives you a dirty look, he's putting himself between you and them.

🌙 Can and will fall asleep anywhere and anywhere. He does so much physical activity, it really does help him at night, but there are times in the day where he gets too comfy and kind of drifts off. He definitely snores like a dad, so be prepared for that.

🌙 He laughs at the dumbest things sometimes, and his laugh is the dorkiest thing. It can range to being a deep and rumbly chuckle to a full-on boastful laugh. His laugh always brings a smile to someone's face, especially yours.

[west-brooke]

Hello! I have a New Hardware hypothetical question. Basically Donnie getting captured was at least in part due to the bad luck of him being the only turtle at home when Brother Krang attacked. How do you think each of the other turtles would've faired if they happened to be the one in the lair when it was attacked?

Wow, this is a super fun question!! I've seriously been thinking on how to answer this for a little while, and I even decided to make some concept art based on it. Basically, the concept of all of these that I ran with is "What if someone else was taken by the Brother Krang in Donnie's place?"

The way I see it, the Krang would find a way to maximize each of the turtles as a resource towards his goals. Like Donnie is now the system, I gave each of them a new role as well.

The Battery: Mikey AU

If Mikey was taken by the Krang, he would have likely been used as a mystical battery of sorts. However, out of all of the brothers, I think Mikey would be the one most able to resist the Krang, and the Brother's hold wouldn't be stable enough to keep him that way for long. But he could probably do a lot of damage in that amount of time if he experimented enough with Mikey's powers.

The Guard: Raph AU

I think this one would be the most favorable to the brothers. Raph was already taken by the Krang once and they were able to win and get through to him. Pairing the brother's mind with Raph's amplified brawn could be dangerous, but not excessively so. He would serve as a bodyguard and warrior for the Brother Krang.

The Tear: Leo AU

This was another fun one to think about. With Leo's portal abilities and strategic mind, he would have likely been turned into a less complex form of what Donnie is now, with his focus more on creating portals, hence the name. With the strategic thinking ability Leo has and his portal ability giving the Krang insane mobility to appear practically anywhere he wants at any time, the brothers probably have an extremely hard time fighting against them.

In all of these, though, Donnie is on the good guys side now. It's likely with his preparations and research that he could come up with a lot of solutions and be able to locate his brothers and track/analyze Krang behavior to help put a stop to them.

And here are all of the boys together!

[skyfallart]

On the night of November 6th, 1983, twelve year old Jimmy Kern* heads back home from a night out with his friend. However… he never arrives. Now, Craig, Clyde, and Token must band together to find out what happened -- while getting entangled with supernatural forces... and a supernatural kid.

^Fan S1 Poster - S1 Redrawn Scenes

A/N: I don't what possessed me to write/draw this, but here it is. Since this an AU there has and will be changes. For now I just listened below the characters in the poster, and who their Stranger Things counter part is. I'm finishing up some scenes I redrawn, so hopefully I can get those up too (And introduce you to more people in the universe).

So, first up, we got the boys. We got...

° Craig Tucker - 12 - Dungeon Master/Thief - Middle Child - "Leader" of the group. Basically, I saw fan art of Creek being Mileven and I just had to try doing it on my own. Craig, just like in SP, is like the leader of his own group in this AU. I also made his D&D counterpart the same as TSoT, a thief instead of a paladin. But despite being a thief, he's still the heart of the group. Just like in Stranger Things, he's the one to find and allow Tweek to stay in his home. ° Token "Tolkien" Black || 12 || Ranger || Only Child || "Brawns over Brains" of the group. Still a bit of a rich kid in this AU, and lives with his two parents. He tends to butt heads with the others when Tweek comes into the story, feeling a bit left out and untrusting of the kid with superpowers; But eventually that all gets cleared up. In this AU, he's the one that goes to camp in S3, and has a long distance relationship with his GF, `Nicole, whom he met at camp. ° Clyde Donovan || 12 || Elf Cleric || Only Child || The "Voice of Reason" of the group. Lives with his single mother, Betsy, and their cat: Mr. Kitty (Stealing Cartman's cat here for this). I see him sharing a lot of traits with Dustin, but he's also a bit like Lucas too in this AU (He's more of the sporty one, and his GF, Bebe appears in S2 taking the place of Max). ° 011 - AKA: "Tweek" (Later: Tweek Marsh) - 12 - Mage - Superpowered Lab Rat Same kind of origin, stripped away from his mother and placed inside South Park Lab. After escaping he's found by the boys and ends up staying at Craig's house. He has the 011 tattoo on his wrist, but instead of being given the name "El", Craig gives him the name "Tweek" because of his fidgety moments (I see him being spazzy in this AU from the stress he felt from the lab, rather than the drug-induced coffee).

Then, we got the Kerns, which replaces the Byers. Seeing that Sharon has multiple last names in SP, I chose Kern 'cause it sounded better than the others.

° Jimmy Valmer Kern - 12 - Bard - Youngest Child - "Ride or Die" Comedy until he's very last breath. May or may not have punched Vecna in the face while in the upside down. I unfortunately have to make our poor boy Jimmy as Will. I promise he won't be as neglected once he returns like his ST counterpart. He's D&D character is a bard like in TSoT, and for now, I have no romance planned for him. Just good old family love.

° Sharon Kern - 40s - Single Mother - Will do anything for her children. I thought she was the perfect choice for Joyce after seeing the "Spooky Fish" episode. Sharon literally was burying bodies for her son Stan, and making sure he wouldn't end up in jail (For something he didn't do). I could definitely see this woman communicating with X-Mas lights to find her son. ° Older! Stanley Kern - 16 - Oldest Child - Excellent Photographer - Can actually talk to girls without vomiting. And yes, we're getting Blond Stan in this AU because I said so. I made him Jonathan in this AU after deciding who was going to be playing Nancy. Stan's kind of an outcast until he meets Wendy, who's trying to look for his lost friend, while he looks for his brother. Together, with their determination combined, they'll make anything work.

Other Characters. We've got...

° Older! Wendy Testaburger Tucker - 16 - Older Child - Total Badass in the second half of the 1st season. Typical sibling love-hate relationship w/Craig. After realizing her friend has gone missing under mysterious circumstances, typical "All-American" girl Wendy transforms into someone better, as she will do anything to find out what happened. She teams up with Stan... giving her boyfriend the wrong idea (Not spoiling who the BF is just yet). ° Randy Marsh - 40s - Town Sheriff - Has the hots for local single mother, Sharon (If it isn't obvious). Randy, just like Hopper, in this AU had an ex-wife and a daughter who passed (Sorry, Shelley). He lives a sad life of donuts and alcohol, until the search for Jimmy sparks something inside of him, and spirals his life into the supernatural forces caused by the lab. He eventually has to get Sharon involved to solve this crime. ° Dr. Alphonse Mephesto - 50s - Genetic Engineer/Crazed Local Scientist - "Papa" to a lot of children that ain't even his (I mean, he named his kids after numbers. Can we call CPS now?). I didn't know who else to pick, but for some reason Mephesto might actually be a good choice for Brenner. You'll learn more about him later on.

For now, that's all I got. I'll try to finish those screencaps soon! (And if anyone's interested, maybe I'll write a fanfic? Or a fan-comic?)

[caitchercatlady]

He'll Have to Go Through Me

-Savanaclaw Version

Leona Kingscholar

Though Leona doesn't often show it, he greatly cares for the people he tolerates. How do you think he still keeps his dorm in order? Ever since his overblot ordeal, Leona sees more potential in you, and it doesn't hurt to have you around. This type of attention from the Savanaclaw Housewarden does make the rest of the dorm jealous, which brings negative attention on yourself. As you are studying in the garden, you end up being ambushed by a few disgruntled Savanaclaw students, threatening you to prove yourself worthy of Leona's rare acknowledgements. Little do they know that they're useless yelling has woken up nearby Leona from his nap, and he's not happy about any of the situation at large.

"My dorm lackeys may have the brawns, but you truly lack the brains. You were so cowardly that instead of taking your anger out on me, you take it out on a freshman. Go ahead. I'm listening."

The cowards "eep" their way out of the garden as fast as their legs can take them. Leona walks up to you and pats you on the head, reassuringly. He reminds you that you have the power to give yourself permission to not deal with idiots, especially when they encroach on your personal space. If you ever need help on how to do that, Leona is there to give you the basics.

Ruggie Bucchi

Like Ruggie is a tease, but he would never stand back and watch bullying happen, especially if it inolves money. He knows about the struggle at home, and those instincts spike at every reminder. Ruggie catches up with you on your way to the cafeteria. He wonders if you're gonna get the special today, but when you worriedly say no, he gets suspicious. You never miss out on the special sandwiches unless something is wrong. You mention that you owe someone money, and he suspects it's your Heartslabyul besties. You shiver at the thought. He stops you and demands to know who is exploiting you, and you ask how Ruggie knows that. Does Ruggie really need to tell you that?

Once learning of this tyrant, Ruggie storms into the cafeteria with a flame of vengeance burning in his belly. He taunts that he knows many a Housewarden who are looking to pay an underclassman to work for them. Considering how the guy's been threatening for lunch money, Ruggie assures him that if he works for either Leona, Azul, Kalim, or Vil, the bully could buy all the meals in the world, so he can skip one meal for one day until then. With that said, Ruggie made it safe for you to purchase your special.

"That'll teach 'em. Money is precious, Prefect. No one is entitled to yours...unless you have them to work for ya, of course. Anyway, if he bothers you again, call me, and I'll enact Plan B, no questions about it."

Jack Howl

Jack, the more you interact with him, may seem like a guy who doesn't care about anyone except himself, but if you're ever in trouble, Jack is there to prove you wrong. It's also clear that due to your reputation as an academic brain for a layperson, you unintentionally gain some enemies. You do your best to ignore their taunting. One day though, your bullies refuse to back down despite your quiet neutrality. They corner you in the halls and demand you get on the ground and submit.

A growling rebuttal sends shivers down to every single delinquint's spine. The last person they expected to interrupt the scuffle was also the very last person they wanted to see (other than the Housewardens, especially Malleus). Justice is the will of the wolf, and if lowlifes are going to pick a fight with a layperson, how about they fight Jack instead, no magic being the only rule? Cowardly as they are, the bullies run off, out of sight. Jack pulls you in for a hug as you are shaken by the interaction that just took place.

"You don't have to deal with any of that. No friend of mine is going to deal with any of that. Ya understand me?"

Jack may not know it, but his comforting side is brushing your fear right out of your body. This warm feeling urges you to latch onto Jack like a cub to its mother. With each "thank you" that you let out, the more Jack's face blushes pink. He knows that no matter how much he tells you not to make such a big deal out of it, it'll fall on deaf ears, so he lets this slide.

[booradigm]

"Calm down..."

"I got you."

———

Insanity Mode

An AU where Leila went after Penelope after Vinter turned back time, since Penelope has a lot of potential of being a useful "brawn," given that she is a descendant of the ancient mages.

It was an idea inspired by how in the OG world, Leila (I'll call the Laila that possessed Yvonne's body as "Leila" for distinction's sake) let Vinter live because he swore allegiance to her when he was brainwashed.

And these scenes, too.

I get the feeling that Penelope would have been Leila's BIGGEST, most lethal weapon. Her younger mind would have been easier to manipulate than an adult's like Winter (not saying she's weak, just that even if she resisted, her brain is just biologically not fully developed yet), AND she was an ancient mage, so she (if awakened) can most likely take on other mages like Winter, as well as possibly the other Lailas that were sealed in the mirror that tried to kill her after being freed.

So, Penelope can possibly guarantee her safety from both the Lailas sealed in the mirror AND from mages that can stand up to them.

However, it is double-edged. Because IF Leila awakens Penelope, yes, while that COULD make her such a boon if she got her in the cult, it could ALSO backfire BADLY if Penelope breaks out of it.

That's why Leila will have to make sure Penelope loves her TO HELL; at least until she finds a way to restrain Penelope and deal with potential threats on her own—

Because having to use human souls to get power is just WAY too much of a hassle if you consider the mages' abilities, and how not only the Laila cult seems particularly weak to ancient magic, but their vessels can still be harmed even with non-enchanted weapons (like the dagger Siyeon stabbed Yvonne's body with), if the mirror is still incomplete.

So Leila will have to complete the mirror first, among other things, before she can attempt to get to Penelope.

But seeing as the reason it was incomplete in the first place because Siyeon took a shard from her in Soleal, it can be assumed that by the time she returns to the manor, she would have ALREADY completed the mirror.

Especially seeing as Penelope knows next to nothing regarding these things, Leila can act as her "enlightenment," and feed the former any information she wants her to believe. Yes, grooming (eugh) basically.

So yeah, if Leila went after Penelope, there would be no hope for humanity at all.

[chair002]

It’s going to be so weird not seeing Mapicc and Bacon be on the same team anymore after they spent a whole season together oh my god. They made so much sense as a team/duo honestly like yeah they got their ass kicked sometimes, or maybe even often, but they just mixed together so well because they both compensated for each other’s weaknesses in a very neat way… like you have a really aggressive guy who’s quick to turn to violence and is very good at killing people but who kind of just goes along with other people’s plans and ends up being used and then you have a smart-aleck who’s really good with information and rhetorically skilled but is physically weak and unable to defend himself. Both their strengths and weaknesses become apparent when they work together, like Mapicc keeping Bacon afloat heart-wise basically the entire season or Bacon discussing Mapicc’s strategy for the presidential debate with the team and going over what to say and what not to say. That said, being constantly inferior at something is tough and they don’t really want to actually rely on each other this badly, even if it’s often more beneficial that they do; for example, Bacon’s pvp training during the Losers vs Lala Legion arc, or Mapicc saying he doesn’t want to “wait for Bacon to do everything” in relation to trying to convince Branzy to be on their side and insisting he and Zam “need to start making decision for [themselves]” (with Zam going “I’m used to us getting led” which is funny to me ‘cause he’s comparing Bacon to S4 Spoke of all people but yeah), but despite all this trying to get good they still end up falling back into their respective places in the Brains & Brawn dynamic right after. Because they have a Special Guy with them to deal with stuff they can’t deal with on their own for a reason. It’s really nice i like them

[2g-1k]

2G1K - Chapter 8

GET OUT! 🗣️

...and they were roommates... /no

Thanks to everyone who showed support towards me and my writing! I really appreciate it. That being said, I did not check this before posting, as unfortunately being the author I am forever cursed to hate what I write.

Masterpost

This is why I fucking hate the capital, Callen thought as he was surrounded by four buff guards who looked like they grew up without any sort of parental love, but instead popped into existence as full adults, in the Royal Guard. And he was probably right, given how their faces showed the same emotional capacity of a rock. A rock he would’ve used to bash their faces if he could get his hands on one.

It was simply too bad he possessed neither brains nor brawn. Well, Callen didn’t exactly want to think he was stupid, but given that life hasn’t exactly been very smooth sailing lately, it would basically prove him to be an idiot if he didn’t admit he could’ve been smarter about this.

If he decided to stay for the night to drink with Lucas. If he accepted Lucas’ countless offers to live with him in Montaroule. If he never decided to move to the middle of nowhere.

If he had never left the capital in the first place.

He left that hellhole only to be ferried back right in front of the gates of Hell. With two of them gripping his arms, one in front and the last one behind him in a diamond formation just so he couldn’t go running off like he tried the first time. And the second. And the third. And whatever, because no one wanted to count anymore, so they restrained him.

“Your goal is to communicate with him,” said the temple priests when they invaded his peace and quiet, “determine what the gods have in mind in regards to our fates.” Like he cared, all of them are going to die someday, this intangible entity supposedly watching over everything must be laughing their ass off right now. If they cared so much about the people living here, Callen wouldn’t be here. He would be back in the middle of nowhere enjoying his quiet life painting.

The gates of hell were ironically made of highly flammable wood. That could be plan B though. Arson tends to bring more trouble than it’s worth.

The gates opened, and out walked a man, looking as if he just saw a ghost. His complexion was nearly as pale as the white robes he wore, and his forehead was dripping beads of sweat.

The man jumped upon seeing Callen, almost in shock to see another person taller than him.

Callen couldn’t help but feel glee upon watching someone feel the exact same sort of suffering he had been through in the past few days. At least someone gets how fucking terrifying it is to be near…him. There was nothing to pity Carleau about anyway. His meeting was temporary. Callen’s might just never end depending on how useful he was to the Temple and the Crown.

“Hey, Carleau.” Callen greeted him with a hint of mockery. “You look really healthy, wow— I can almost see through your skin, can you be a bit more scared next time?”

Much to Callen’s disappointment, Carleau simply glared back and left without a response. What a fucking killjoy. Couldn’t even let him get a kick out of his reaction before being thrown behind those gates for who knows how long.

The guards walked him through the gates and threw him down onto the ground, earning them a string of curses from Callen himself. Then they quickly saluted once before hastily leaving, shutting the gates again before Callen could run after them.

He is now alone, isolated from every person in the universe except one. But could he really be a person when he is less of a person and more of a living, breathing, mountain sized entity that could do anything as he pleased to Callen?

The difference between them is absolutely disgusting. One single finger could topple the Crown off their high horses like ragdolls. They probably couldn’t even fit his entire body in the largest room of the Royal Palace, if Callen were to bet on it. Even when he looked down to avoid looking at him, he could still feel the relief from the heat simply by being under his shadow. Everywhere in this godforsaken place was him.

Callen’s surroundings darkened even more. Forced to look up, he saw the stupidly big hand descend towards him, and— 

Yeah, no. He wasn’t fucking doing this again.

He ran towards nowhere. He ran into a corner. The hand kept following above him. He ran towards another corner, yet the hand never stopped, still getting closer.

If Callen thought about it a bit more, he would have wondered why he wasn’t already trapped in a fist.

However his focus was elsewhere— his eyes darted in every direction for places to run, his brain working overtime to produce enough adrenaline to keep him running, his quick feet prepared to dodge at a moment’s notice.

His eyes, somehow, saw everywhere but in front of him, and just like that, he crashed into a wall, which comically bounced Callen off the wall and fell onto— not the ground, but another soft surface cushioning him from falling. Sunlight reached his eyes, blinding him for a moment long enough to pretend he was back home enjoying the weather, with no annoying people or giants or shitty situations.

But couches don’t exist in hell.

Callen turned around. If the hand is no longer above him…

…Then that was his hand.

He looked at the wall that wasn’t a wall. A thick grey cloth draped over it, stained with dirt and blood in some areas. Callen didn’t bother looking further. He ran away, again, to the furthest corner he could find, from the bloody giant and his bloody fucking hands.

This time, the hand no longer followed. Those hands better fucking stay away, I swear to whoever the fuck cares. Callen loved hands. He loved painting them— hands that belonged to men, women, nobility or of common birth. This giant belonged to no category. He was one of a kind, and he hated that even more for its nature.

Right now, Callen’s hatred towards the hands triumphed. He looked the giant in the eyes and why the fuck is he smiling? Fuck off! Callen tried to grab something off the ground, hoping to score a mythical pull— a large rock to throw with. It was simply too bad he got the lamest thing instead: a fistful of sand, which Callen tried his hardest to toss it towards the oversized idiot. 

Unexpectedly, the sand pathetically dispersed in the air like it never existed.

No one expected them to be playing a secret game of UNO in which the giant played a reverse card, sending a gust of wind to blow the particles of sand back in Callen’s face. Coughing and sputtering, the only thing Callen could do was to give the living mountain fuck a generous serve of his middle finger.

“Go— COUGH— fuck yourself in the— COUGH— ass, you stu— COUGH COUGH— stupid bitch!”

He could hear a wheeze from above.

Callen fixed himself up, dusting the accursed sand off his clothes. He glared at the smiling giant, who innocently raised both of his hands, looking as if he’s trying not to burst out laughing.

Asshole.

What does he want? How the hell would Callen even know? “Communicate with him” his ass, they don’t even speak the same language as far as he knew. Shouting at him was just a futile attempt to get his point across anyway. Actually, maybe not, since he at least wasn’t being picked up like some toy like last time.

So he finally knew he despised being treated as a thing to be held and marvelled at, then.

Now what? Callen is stuck here for the time being, with absolutely nothing in this place— where’s the bed or change of clothes or something?! It would be understandable if the giant didn’t have those provided for him, but not even for Callen?

So much for doing them a favour, he thought. They didn’t even bother having me owe them favours.

Callen looked at the giant. He looked back and waved at Callen.

To be polite, Callen responded by giving him the finger.

Usually, by this time people would start being absolutely pissed at Callen and start leaving him alone, believing he isn’t worth the effort to talk to. People are tiring, save for a few necessary interactions he needed to survive in this world.

So why did it not work on him?

The giant reached towards him again— hell, fuck no, leave me alone already! Callen couldn’t even do anything to stop those hands. Fuck, no, he couldn’t even stop a finger! Callen was ready to struggle his way out of those wriggly tree trunks when he was inevitably picked up again, only to find that hand to rest on the ground, palm up, in front of him.

A twinkle of hope shone in those green eyes, and Callen knew what he wanted.

“Don’t even think about it.”

The other hand approached, his index finger tapping on his palm. Almost like he was actually respecting his consent this time. Fat lie though, like he of all people needed to care how Callen feels. It’s just a trick to get his trust, then who knows, maybe he’s saving Callen as emergency food or whatever, seeing how there wasn’t even food here.

“Get out of my sight,” Callen grumbled, turning away to face the actual wooden wall. He heard the hand slowly retreat, and only the sound of the wind and the giant’s breathing remained.

If he tries this again in the future, Callen will find a way to cause some trouble, regardless of his identity as a god or monster or some secret other thing.

[bellarkeandclintashaandsuch]

Recently finished watching Dead Boy Detectives for the first time, and it was aaaamazing. I had seen a bunch of posts about it before I started watching, so I knew one of the characters is gay, but I didn't know which one. And so at first I thought it was Charles.

I think the primary reason is probably because, after watching Thai BL, I'm conditioned to see dangling earrings and think, that's a BL boy. So that's my bad. Need to get out of my BL bubble sometimes.

Exhibit #1:

Pretty earring = BL Boy (to me)

But also, Charles is always protecting Edwin.

Exhibit #2:

I know he's the "brawns" but still.

Charles is very touchy with Edwin. Which now I know Edwin is from a different time, so that explains why he doesn't feel free to be touchy with Charles or others. But that didn't stop my initial thoughts of Charles just wanting to always touch Edwin.

Exhibit #3

Edwin basically stays in place here, just pivoting a little, but Charles moves from outside of the box all the way over to be standing right in front of Edwin. Like right in front of him.

I believe Charles touched Edwin here first, before Edwin grabbed his arm.

Charles also likes to sit on the desk close to Edwin, on his side, facing him, all the easier to look at him.

Exhibit #4

He also brings up how Death would split them up, and then smiles when Edwin says he'll never let that happen. (Granted, Edwin's conviction here should've keyed me in on him being the one in love.)

Exhibit #5

Just the whole boxing scene with him dancing around his feelings Edwin and touching him.

Exhibit #6

(Also Edwin's reaction to Charles saying he doesn't like new things 😂 the way he scrunched his face. Like, that's not true. He'd love to try new things with you, Charles.)

This whole thing with touching Edwin's chest and then dancing away.

Some more touching, for good measure.

The way he said harder next time.

And also, just how close they stand to each other for no reason when no one else is around.

Exhibit #7

I also like how close Charles's hands get to Edwin's when they're swinging at his sides. So close! And then back again when the door bell rings. I know his hands are just swinging with movement, but they are swinging very close to Edwin.

What is the reason for standing so close???

[ivysmidnightramblings13]

Bane NSFW Alphabet

Summary: A NSFW Alphabet drabble for the character Bane from DC and Arkham Origins (really any version)

Warning: Mentions of sex...duh. This is obvious my own take and thoughts on the character btw

Notes: I don't write these very much, so may be cringe or OOC

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's a huge teddy bear and holds you close to him, kisses the top of your head and massages your back until you fall asleep. Once your asleep he's quick to go do anything else (like work out) to feel less soft and vulnerable.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his muscles (without Venom) and brain. He loves being strong enough to pick you up, carry you around, pin you down, whatever, he just likes having his way with you.

He loves your legs and hips, especially if you're toned and athletic, they feel nice under his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves filling you up and covering you in it, he'll drink it from you, he does not care, he's dealt with worse messes and the sight of his cum on or in you is a pleasure

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would hate fuck you on the daily, he doesn't hate you just has a lot of pent up anger at the world, but he can't understand why you put up with him...why you stay with him or want to be around him. He has to hold back so much so he doesn't accidentally harm you or kill you, but sometimes he wonders how much you could take.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has experience, he knows what he's doing and where to hit, squeeze, or kiss, he's a little too good...but he's still trying to learn the intimate aspects, instead of using it purely as a form of stress relief.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again he's a simple man, missionary or Doggy, but he loves cowgirl/boy...really anything he can hold your hips or neck

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a serious man, and sensual, he's going to treat you like royalty but also make sure you know you belong to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'd say he does take care of himself, he's groomed well. He's a smart man who takes pride in his brains and brawn

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on his mood, or how shitty his day was, but truly he cares for you so deeply and will do his best to be gentle with you. He'll hold you close and kiss up and down your skin, leaving love bites here and there. You're addicting to him and he's going to tell you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't do it much or at all. It's more of a nuisance and waste of time for him. He's a busy man, and if he needs a release he'll seek out the real thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size kink, especially if you're smaller than he is, and a domination and breeding kink. Again there's just something about making you submit to him and making you a total mess that he loves.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The privacy of his room or base, maybe in the gym on the bench press, but anywhere private and comfortable. He just wants it to be you and him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anger and stress usually, but seeing you smile or laugh...seeing you as this ray of sunshine, a touch of hope on his worst days he loves that. But start being a little bratty, a little daring with him, and he'll want to dominate you and put you back in your place

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything to you, or even go near you, while on Venom. He's too scared of hurting you when he's off it, he's sure he'd kill you or seriously injure you on it. Venom is absolutely positively off limits to you, you aren't allowed to be near it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving, making you squirm and melt under his touch, holding you down, listening to you beg or murmur. Hes so good, a little too good, with his fingers and tongue. You look way too good...especially if you take the initiative and want to give to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and rough!

Except he does love just holding you and feeling your body against his at times. You're softer than he is, warmer. You're a comfort to him, and he'll whisper sweet words to you...before he snaps and has to break you, reminding you just how small you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It's a waste of his time. If he's going to fuck you it's going to be done properly. He wants you comfortable and completely at his disposal...however, if he was particularly stressed or something, he'd drag you to the side.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He'll experiment with positions and where he'll fuck you (maybe in front of people or a few quickies), but he's not going to get too creative and introduce anything other than his body, he's too scared of the risk, at least he knows what he himself is capable of mostly and can control that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a lot of Stamina, and I mean a lot, this man can bench and lift way too much and is always trying to beat his personal bests...so he'll go as long as you let him, or as long as you can last

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

None

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease necessarily, more so dirty talks to you or taunts you. If he's doing that though he's in a good mood, because he'll do it lightheartedly unless he had a particularly bad day

"I know you can't take it all, Cariña," "You're doing so well," "Te ves hermosa mi amor,"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not very loud or noisy at all, he groans and breathes heavy, but he won't really say anything unless asked and you have to beg

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He mixes in Spanish a lot to his sentences, or has little pet names for you in Spanish. He does it more so when he's frustrated or angry, but he loves saying sweet nothings to you.

"What's wrong, mi amor?" "Mi vida..."

He's very gentle and soft with you on the daily.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just a little above average, nothing monstrous or tiny, kinda in the middle. There's more girth than length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not that high, but he still enjoys it with the right person, but he doesn't seek it out or catch himself thinking about it much. He's a busy man

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't fall asleep fast, you're out before he is. He'll probably do a few rounds of the space you're in, make sure everything's alright, get water or work out, he'll come back to check on you, maybe hold you close and cuddle for a bit, but he has so many things to do.

[imagobin]

Hiii!:) can you do head canons for the Zoldyck Siblings that have a sibling who is about 15 so like middle child sorta who always try’s to care for each sibling they have and is still is very skilled assassin and try’s to hold everything together please 😋

Omg okay I love this idea, just a poor 15 year old trying their best fhgk Thank you for requesting this, I'm gonna have lots of fun! Dividing this in sections, with what the Reader does for each sibling and their opinions on them!

🔯Being the Zoldyck's middle child HCs🔯

📍Illumi📍

Illumi is always working hard for the family, often taking on the most jobs, no matter how far they are. He doesn't show any sign of exhaustion, but you can always tell when your brother is feeling tired.

He takes a bit more time to reply during conversations, his footsteps actually make sound, his usually perfect hair has some strands out of place... you notice it all.

Seeing your brother overworking himself is really saddening for you, so you try to do small things for Illumi whenever you can: you ask him if there's any hit job you could handle instead of him "keeping them all to himself", you get him his favorite drink or snack... when you see him looking particularly stressed, you even offer to braid or brush his hair, and he's often taken off guard by this. "You want to brush my hair...? Hm, that does sound nice..."

Illumi doesn't know why you do all this stuff for him (he still hasn't caught on that you can see his fatigue), but he's really grateful for it, especially the hair-brushing; that always manages to calm his nerves like nothing else, it even makes him sleepy!

Needless to say, he's very proud of you as well. Your talent for assassination is undeniable, which is why he often agrees to hand a couple of his jobs over to you; he knows you can handle them.

Killua will always be his favorite sibling, but you also hold a special place in his heart since you seem to care so much about him.

He does however have a small tendency to still treat you like a little kid, giving you head pats and such when you've done a good job with an assassination, or to simply thank you.

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🎮Milluki🎮

Needless to say, you rarely ever see Milluki leave his room, and nobody seems to be worried about that. You do though. You're always wondering what he might be doing in there, and if he's doing okay.

Honestly the rest of your family kind of acts as if he doesn't exist, unless they need something from him.

Milluki seems pretty used to this by now, so whenever you want to hang out with him, he just wonders why, or if you might have some ulterior motive. "W-wouldn't you rather go play with Kil? I'm busy here! ... though I guess I could make an exception-"

Of course, you just want to keep your brother company, plus, he's genuinely very fun to spend time with! You guys play games together, watch anime and eat snacks to your heart's content, nothing better than that for a chill afternoon.

He'd NEVER admit it right in front of you, but man, he loves when you visit him. He feels like you're the only person in the family he can talk about his interests to without being made fun of.

Milluki is a little bit jealous of your assassin skills, but doesn't really let that bother him, mostly because despite that, you don't act like you're better than him, you actually recognize his skills too, so there's like- mutual respect between the two of you.

He doesn't really take missions that require leaving the house anymore, but... he might give in if you were the one asking, he feels like you'd make a pretty good team with his brains and your brawn.

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🪀Killua🪀

You and Killua are very close in age, you basically grew up together! So of course you two would be very close.

Among your brothers, he's definitely the most fun to hang out with. He's the outdoorsy type, which means that whenever you meet up, there's always adventures to be had, and sometimes... pranks to be pulled.

You're a bit more level-headed than him, since you're older, but you don't always manage to keep him out of trouble, which predictably isn't something your mother approves of. You're always getting scolded, because you should be setting an example for Killua, not encourage his rebellious side!

Killua finds the way Kikyo scolds you pretty annoying. "Who cares about what she wants? At least you're not boring like everyone else here!"

He also doesn't really understand why you still spend so much time with Illumi and Milluki, he not jealous, but would definitely love to know what pushes you to be so nice to them, especially Illumi.

You've explained your reasoning countless times: it's because you're family! You need to take care of each other, otherwise things might go wrong... he feels like you might be too nice. Not that it's a bad thing, just like Alluka, you bring him a sort of familial comfort that nobody else has there, which makes visiting home more bearable.

When Killua was still working as an assassin, he'd always be excited to go on missions with you. You two just get each other like that, and the job would always be completed flawlessly.

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🧸Alluka🧸

Your parents always advise you against visiting Alluka, but do tou listen to them? Nope. Of course you're going to visit your little sister! She's always in that room on her own, you don't want her to feel lonely!

You play pretend with her, have cute tea parties with her plushies, and of course, say yes to anything she demands, which are usually very easy things, because you never take advantage of her wish-granting ability, and basically nobody else makes wishes to her anymore, because they're all too scared of her powers.

You always ask for something simple, like a hug, and she's always happy to comply.

Both her and Nanika are very happy that you visit them, and that you accept her for who she is. "You know, whenever you visit me- it makes me soooo happy I could explode!" You are definitely her favorite along with Killua.

You interacting so often with her has also given your parents a better understanding of her power, making them less scared of her, though they still don't allow her outside on her own, for fear that someone might misuse her ability.

She still explores the world with Killua, but whenever those two visit Kukuroo mountain, she's always extremely happy to see you again.

She's also very impressed with your skills as an assassin, and always jokes around, saying if Killua doesn't want to be the heir, you could be a candidate.

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🪭Kalluto🪭

Kalluto is your youngest brother, so you feel pretty protective towards him.

He's often got this sort of melancholic aura around him, because he'd really want Killua to pay attention to him, but the white haired boy never does. He's a little bit jealous of you, because of how much you two hang out, but not too much, because he sees you also making the same effort with the rest of your siblings, him included.

When you see him looking a bit gloomy, you always offer to play with him, though he doesn't really know how to play a lot of outdoors games. He'll try to convince you he's okay with playing anything you want, but that's because he doesn't want to bore you.

You insist on doing what HE wants to do though. Your determination to let him choose what he wants to do makes him really happy, even if he doesn't really show it.

His idea of fun is always something pretty relaxing; his main hobby is making origami and paper dolls, and that's usually what you two end up doing. He's really good at both those things, and gets a bit embarrassed if you compliment him on that. "I-it's just a dragon origami... nothing too complex... ... thanks though"

He looks up to you, for being young and already so skilled, you're a natural with the family business.

You're always a bit concerned whenever he goes on missions with the Phantom Troupe, but you have noticed he's become more talkative since he's joined them.

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[churino]

Design for sideburn

First attempt at a mass-produced vehicon, only three models were ever made due to all three of them joining the autobots, the youngest autobot brother seen here and two sisters, impulsive and imature sideburn is basically a robot version of a hormonal teen,

Sideburn is the youngest of the autobot brothers. Based on prowl's memories of autobot celebrity blurr, he might be the most different from their source material. prowl-2 is the most accurate as prowl obviously knows himself, x-brawn is accurate for the most part as prowl knew brawn as a confidant, but to say sideburn is similar to blurr would almost be an insult to blurr as prowl never physically met the guy, only knowing him from his role in popular culture

Sideburn is also the most shallow of the autobot brothers. He finds himself unable to really examine things beyond a surface level, never saying the right things, or considering how his actions can affect the people around him, motivated entirely by novelty, as from his perspective his life is constantly changing and thats exciting, as he was not on nightbird's side for long, as he was activated just as x-brawn, the sisters and prowl-2 were making their leave,

Oddly, Optimus Prime finds sideburn's behavior in particular kind of charming, in a similar way that people have favorite characters from stories that don't necessarily align with their real life morals, he has a soft spot for them as he does with many of his autobots, but with the brothers being impressionable, that soft spot has a great impact on them, that kindness and complexity of thought is why they want to become real transformers in the first place

Unlike his brothers who wait and aid where they can for the autobots to develop a way for them to reach their full potential, Sideburn emulates life, reaching towards qualities he doesn't have, he sees himself met with kindness, sees himself as a lifeless thing, he sees humans display attraction towards their own kind and express kindness through the attraction, he concludes, to live he must be atracted to his own kind, but diferent, he is a car, he should be attracted to other cars, so he is. Quirks of his imitation brain meat