#and maybe even has a slight lisp

[theecholegend]

self projecting Legend with a missing tooth

[dismalflo]

Hello love! I was so excited to see your requests open✨ I requested the oblivous reader not realizing they were in a relationship with the marauders and wanted to say thank you for writing it🧡 it was absolutely amazing!

I recently just got a mouth guard to wear at night so I wont grind my teeth and its given me the worst lisp ever. Totally self indulgent scenario with maybe sirius x reader whos scared to wear it at night around her hot bf?! Ily thank you 🧡🫶🏼

Hi babe! thank you for requesting <3 (when you sent this through i thought you must be living in my walls or something because i got a mouthguard for the same reason not that long ago too)

Sirius Black x reader ✩ 1.1k words

cw: implied newly established relationship, fluff, comfort, slight insecure reader

You’ve been trying to lull Sirius to sleep for the past twenty minutes, he’s quite sure. Speaking in quiet tones, a hand dragging soft shapes over his shoulder and the dimmed lighting. It has him confused. Usually, when one of you stays the night at the other's flat it’s a battle to stay awake, a mission to savour every second in each other’s company. But not tonight. 

“–and lily told me that–”

Sirius feels a flicker of guilt for tuning you out, but his mind has bigger things to focus on, like what's wrong with you.

“What’s wrong with you?” he interupts. 

“What?” 

Your wide eyes and the sudden stillness in your voice catch him off guard. You’d been speaking to the ceiling, your words floating up into the air, while Sirius, curled like a comma beside you, was studying the curve of your face. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, why?” you respond, turning your head to face him and offering a strained smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Sirius knows you too well to miss it.

At any other time, he might’ve let you off with a lie like that, especially when the soft glow of the bedside lamp makes your hair shimmer like spun gold. You’re pretty. So fucking pretty. But tonight, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that something isn’t right.

“You’re trying to make me fall asleep,” he says, voice flat as he narrows his eyes, lifting a hand to your cheek. His thumb drags a line from the well of your eye and across to your cheek bone. It has its desired effect, he watches as you slowly melt under the touch, but more interestingly, he watches your mind scramble for a response. 

“M’not trying to make you sleep,” you deflect, “If you're tired Sirius, you can go to sleep, it's fine.” 

You nod, as though reassuring yourself more than him. It clues Sirius in immediately but you're far too tired to even realize you’ve given yourself away with that gesture.

 He decides to push a little harder, keeping his thumb moving along the curve of your face. 

“Baby,” he coos, a teasing edge creeping into his voice, “we both know you’re lying. Won’t you tell me why, pretty thing?”

He lays it on thick, but he’s betting it’ll work. He doesn’t expect it to work quite so quickly, though. The pout on your lips is enough to make his heart drop into his arse. Then your eyes, filled with sadness or maybe embarrassment, quickly avert to the wall behind him, as though it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

“It’s silly,” you murmur.

“I’ll decide what’s silly, doll.” he says, calmly. “I’m sure it's not if you’re this wound up.” 

Sirius is trying for reassuring but he can hear the worry that's etched into his voice. Concern beginning to bubble up inside and threatening to spill over. 

“Y’know, I went to the dentist last week?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Sirius hums in acknowledgment anyway. “They–they said I need to wear a mouthguard at night to stop me from grinding my teeth, and it should help with the headaches and jaw pain I’ve been telling you about.”

Sirius blinks, momentarily lost. This sounds like good news – great news even! You’ve been complaining about those headaches you get on a morning for ages. A solution to that problem should be something to celebrate, right? 

“Right,” he whispers, nodding along slowly, though still confused. 

“I got it a couple of days ago,” you continue, your gaze flickering between the wall and him, looking anywhere but at his face. “It does work, I think…” you’re starting to look more embarrassed than sad now ”But it gives me this awful lisp, and– and–”

Sirius can’t help it. He lets out a startled bark of laughter, the sound of it almost too loud in the quiet room. A flood of relief washes over him, but he quickly realises you don’t find the situation quite as funny.

“Why does that matter?” he asks sincerely, though the smile tugging at his lips betrays him.

You turn bashful at his question, and he feels like he’s finally uncovered the root of the problem.

 “It’s not very attractive, is it?” 

You must be joking, he thinks. You must be.

“S’not very attractive when you're grinding your teeth in my ears all night,” He jokes but it pulls a strangled noise – somewhere between a sob and a groan – from you as you lift your hands to cover your face, trying to hide away.

Not joking then. 

If the bed was capable of swallowing you whole, he’s sure you’d let it take you. He scrambles for a second, before shifting in the bed to sit up and gently takes hold of your wrists to pry them away from your face. 

“I was kidding,” he says softly, but his brows are furrowed with genuine worry. “Anything you do is incredibly attractive to me, lovely.” He says it so earnestly that it catches you off guard.

“You could talk with a lisp or in any way you want, and it wouldn’t change the fact that you're fucking killer, doll.”

You blink at him, stunned, your hands still held in place by his grasp on your wrists. The soft light from the bedside lamp bathes his features, and the warmth in his voice softens the worry that’s running through you.

You meet his gaze again, searching for something – an ounce of teasing, a hint of insincerity – but you don’t find it.

“You really mean that?” you ask, tentatively. 

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering just a little longer than necessary on your skin. His eyes never leave yours.

“Sweetheart, of course I mean it,” he says softly, the idea that you don’t believe him is enough to cleave him in two. “And the mouthguard? It’s supposed to help, right?”

When you nod, he presses on. “Then you should wear it, yeah?”

You nod again, smiling. A proper smile this time that has Sirius’ heart drumming in his chest. He encourages you up and out of the bed, watching as you root through your overnight bag to find the orange case the mouthguard lives in.

It’s when you disappear into the bathroom that he realises. 

“Oi,” he shouts, “You minx! You were trying to make me fall asleep so you could sneak it in.”

The sound of a giggle coming from the bathroom is the only response he gets. 

masterlist <3

[mrmanbat]

Okay, I’m not a fan of the Joker Jr. propaganda, but when it’s done right? It’s done right.

That being said, I need all of you to start researching Glasgow scars. You know, the smiley face scars Tim (sometimes) has—the ones that start at the corners of the mouth and extend toward the ears?

(Non-extensive wound description under cut)

Based on what we’ve seen, I’m gonna assume his are on the worse end of the scale. He didn’t get immediate medical attention, and the Joker-induced laughing likely tore them further. These kinds of wounds don’t heal properly most of the time.

Here’s why that matters:

There are two decently sized blood vessels in your cheeks. If those get cut, you can actually bleed out. Plus, your face is packed with nerves. So Tim would have a hard time genuinely smiling after that. Exaggerated facial movements? Painful. That means no more opening wide at the dentist. No more shoving footlong Subway sandwiches into his mouth. Tragic.

Now let’s talk about Joker Jr. Tim: he was laughing nonstop with fresh wounds on his face. That would’ve caused even more tearing. So if you're drawing him, keep in mind: the base of the scars would be smooth from the knife, but further up they'd be jagged from tearing.

Also, speech might be impacted. He should still be able to talk, maybe with a slight lisp. During recovery, though, speech would be at its worst. Eating, drinking, even sleeping on his side? All way harder.

His scars also wouldn’t be covered by concealer. The texture would stick out. The best you’re gonna get is extensive plastic surgery funded by Mr Richy Rich.

And just to be clear: I’m not a medical professional. I’ve only done minimal research.

[thebearer]

Can we get something with Carmy his wife and his girls trick or treating?

yes!! omg this is so cute.

i feel like their neighborhood really goes all in for halloween (much to carmen's slight dismay, because he has to decorate. "we're not going to be the only house without decorations, carm!" "we have decorations. look, we got pumpkins.")

but it's also the perfect place to trick-or-treat. pete and sugar always bring their kids and they all go trick-or-treating together.

picturing that willow is maybe four, teddy's seven. teddy is a trick-or-treating pro, she loves it. loves halloween, really- carmen tells you she gets that from you. she's had her costume picked out for weeks, and is soooo excited to go bounding up door to door to get candy.

willow on the other hand, is not as much.

she likes the decor, she liked picking out her costume, and she likes candy, but... she's not a big fan of the trick-or-treating aspect. usually hiding behind your or carmen's leg, eyes wide and blinking in fear, too scared to speak to the stranger at the door with the candy.

and that's how carmen ends up living his worst nightmare, which is going door to door with willow, having to also speak to strangers.

"trick or treat!" teddy chirps, grinning widely, a charming smile that she inherited straight from mikey- a pure berzatto trait.

"oh, look at you. aren't you just precious." the elderly woman coos, grinning back at teddy, dropping pieces of candy in her bag.

"what do you say, hm?" carmen mutters, running a hand over teddy's head.

"thank you." teddy sing-songs, turning and running back to you, babbling about the candy she got.

the woman turns to willow, still half hidden behind carmen's leg. "oh, and who's back here, hm?"

willow only clings to his leg tighter, barely peeking around to look. "aw, is someone a little shy?"

carmen fights back a cringe. "yeah, she, uh, she's still gettin' the hang of it." he tries to coax willow out. "c'mon wills, what do you say? can you say trick-or-treat?"

"twick-or-tweat." willow says quickly, before burying her face in carmen's side.

the woman takes mercy, passing carmen a gentle smile and two pieces of candy for her bag.

willow runs back to you, the candy wrapped tight in her fist, her scared expression now traded in for excitement. "i got two mama!"

"what? no fair." teddy huffs. "i only got one. why did she get two?"

"go up to the next house and get another piece. we'll call it even." carmen nods towards the other house, lips curling in a smile at how teddy grins, darting off down the sidewalk.

willow is too excited to notice, situated on your hip, babbling with excitement about how she got the candy. "i-i said twick-or-tweat and she gave it to me." willow was in awe, looking at the candy in her hand.

your heart swelled at her little lisp, peppering her cold cheeks in kisses. "that's amazing, sweet girl. you did so good." you cooed, voice lilting high and sweet. "do you want to go to another house?"

willow hesitated, looking at the houses then back at you and carmen. "d-do i have to go alone?"

"no, baby." you said before carmen could, shaking your head. "daddy or i will go with you, i promise. we'll help you got all the candy, won't we?" you grinned at carmen, who nodded, his hand settling on the small of your back.

[bwoahtastic]

Vampire max: No wait, maybe it happened when he just came onto the grid, a nervous 17 year old baby vampire, and got his fangs shaved to "protect" the other drivers, but max hadn't even learned how to bite other people,

So now all hes ever known are blood bags, but his body aches for the comfort of others but he doesn't know what to do, the grid gets worried about Max so they call an retired driver that's also a vampire to come teach Max when his fangs are sharp enough again

But Jenson gets confused as he inspects Max his fangs as they look to freshly shaven so he looks at max to hear what happend for Max to finally say "the Fia shaves them down regularly but it's for the better, cause I'm dangerous" and well let's say the FIA got what they wanted a dangerous seeking revenge vampire whose out for their blood as Jenson sees red when he hears it

Oh plss! Little baby vampire who is deemed too dangerous🥺 it must hurt him when they shave his teeth down and maybe that's why he has the slight lisp sometimes? He drinks from bloodbags but heard so many stories about how nice it is to have a blood donor you trust thst let's you drink from them, and how strong it makes your bond with them!

The grid calling in jenson to be max's vampire mentor and teach him how to drink blood safely, but when Jenson isntalking to Max about it, he realises Max's fangs are freshly shaven down and the young thing whimpers saying it's so sensitive but the fia said it was needed to keep everyone safe from him!

Jenson just seeing red knowing this baby vampire is hurt like this and maybr Seb has to pull him over and let Jenson feed from him to keep Jenson from going on a murder spree!

But you bey Jenson will make sure fia doesn't get near Max again as his fangs grow bsck!

[akutasoda]

chuuya x reader in their teen years where they’re in the port mafia and chuuya gets braces and when they get into one of their daily cussing matches he has a lisp and reader just uses it against him hehe

and vice versa

and they both think its kinda cute but they’ll never admit it^^

karma's a pain isn't it?

synopsis - you can't help but tease him, but unfortunately it comes back to bite

includes - 15!chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, teasing, both reader and chuuya get braces, pining, wc - 474

upon meeting chuuya within his first day of being in the port mafia, you had decided you didn't like him. and he did the same. it didn't help that dazai had introduced you to each other. and practically force you two to get along even if it meant staring daggers at the other if in the same room.

it became a regular thing for you two to glare at each other, argue and simply turn it into a swearing match. and not too long after chuuya had joined something happened. you notice it was weirdly quiet for the day and chuuya seemed to be absent, not that you minded.

but the next day he came back but seemed to be avoiding people and or talking to them. weird. every time you saw him you tried to talk to him but he just ignored you and walked away, seemingly embarrassed.

eventually you managed to provoke him enough and you two started arguing and after a few words were exchanged you realised why he was avoiding conversations. he had gotten braces and had developed a temporary lisp. normally you wouldn't think about people with lisps, its natural. however this was chuuya, practically your rival so why wouldn't you use it against him?

now you had something to tease him with. but even though he tried to avoid conversation with you due to that fact, you were quite persistent with teasing him about it. maybe if you were lucky enough you could get a few photos of him with braces to tease him always about it. but unkown to you soon the tables would be turned, and not in your favour.

after a while chuuya's lisp had become practically non existent and you had barely anything left to tease him with ans too a pleasant surprise, he had seen you but immediately turned and went away from him. now he didn't think too much of it but considering your recent change in behaviour he could only assume one thing. you now had braces aswell. if only you could see the smug smile on his face.

now again he wouldn't normally tease someone with a lisp, but it was you. and now it was his turn to tease you. he also got you to talk by provoking you just to confirm and he couldn't wait to use this against you, for revenge.

but one day, he came to a shocking realisation. you had gotten into yet another silly argument and his lisp would resurface when he said a few words and you couldn't help but laugh at him. and in that moment he couldn't help but feel his face heat up.

and unbeknownst to him you had a similar experience. but you would never admit how you did find it a bit adorable. and neither would he.

[enola6]

Germany, My Husband (Germany/reader) ✩｡:*•.───── ❁ ❁ ─────.•*:｡✩

It was cold and that was all she remembered.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming dress that was sewn onto her , or maybe it was the giant veil that dragged behind her feet when she walked. Though she had remarked to the old (C/N) Empire that the dress was beautiful and deserved to be worn by someone greater than her. Oh the white jewels , they glicened in the sunlight that had crept through the church’s stained glass.

It was a dress approved by her husband, so she had been told. But she didn’t believe that men cared about such trivial things- especially since he had never seen her before .

She sealed her letter at her vanity with the words :

“Bye ,Grandmother, for this is my last letter as (Y/N)(L/N). I am now Lady Ludwig Beilschmidt”..

With nimble and graceful hands, the young country handed the letter to the older brunette who watched her from the corner of her eye. She had once been forced to marry too, now it was her duty to welcome the young (C/N) into her home. Though she remained happily married to the Austrian, she still feared for the awkward youthfulness that overcame the young country’s shaking hands. A crystal was forming in her eyes, but she did not look up at Mrs Hungry.

“He vill treat jou vell,” The older country interrupted the pregnant silence with her slight lisp. “He vill not mistreat you. I knov’ vhat jou feazr. If anything, his brother vill be more ov a chore than he”.

“Are you his sister?”

“His cousin’s vife.” she smiled at the maiden bride’s trembling voice. For once, she seemed real through the transparent veil that clung to her face. “Ve live together. All of us.Even that balfácánt he calls ‘bruder’”.

A white smile formed upon the maiden’s face. A maid stepped back from fixing her veil and she stood up from the pink chair that had been sat in front of the vanity. “Not even my Grandmother could make it.” (C/N) remarked “She refused to see me marry him. Such a historic day in my country’s history and she doesn't even seem to care.”

The wooden door was burst open and (Y/N)’s boss burst in with all his glory plastered on his chest. Medals made of silver and gold that had been mined in the deep (C/N) caves that they now only have half control over. The flashes of silver and gold almost seemed to mock the girl who was only there considering that he had lost the (C/N)-German war due to his lack of leadership. That was her opinion. The opinion of many.

He was half-German himself. The people had been reluctant to coronate him for they believed that a certain bias would be present when dealing with the Europeans . They were right , of course. There is no other explanation for being so oblivious in a time of war. His sharp glare watched her slowly ascend and take the cornflower bouquet that rested in the case of water. Her gloves wet and she watched as they slowly became a deep red when she took the hands of her boss. Hungry took the train of the dress and straightened it, earning a grumble from the royal.

He rushed her forward , but the bride turned to look at her newly found companion , “Thank you, Ms Hungry.”

“Sok szerencsét, lánytestvér”.

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The immaculate door intimidated her as light seeped through its delicate cracks. Two guards stood at either side , awaiting for the grand piano to sing its awaited song. She wiped her gloves on her white dress in an attempt to rid of the red liquid that stained the pure witness of her gloves. Then the people started talking and the door slightly cracked open and she worried that the sweat forming on her forehead would mess up her hair.

Her boss squeezed her hand, annoyed at her trembling and crying. Her eyes found his cold dark pools of blue and wondered if her bridegroom would be as cold and distant as he. What if he hit her? What if he made her a territory ? What if he decided that (C/N) should no longer be a country and simply just use her for the resources she has, slowly killing her. The piano began to play, but (C/N)’s feet did not move. Chains grew in place of the satin shoes that were a few sizes too small for her feet. Her boss pushed her forward, the guards opened the door, and she was free no more. The aisle was long and tedious, but when she appeared everyone stood from their pews to sneak a look at the freshly matured country. It did not please her to look at the people around her, so she looked forward. But when she looked forward, a blurry silhouette of a country that was to be her husband awaited . Maybe he was as reluctant as she and would divorce her as soon as he got his fair share of gold and weapons.

No, a respectable man would not do such things.

The whispers of others taunted her. They all turned and commented about how meek and young the country was. Some of them wished that they had known that she was so young , for they would’ve attacked her, but after knowing who her bridegroom was , they did not fancy the idea.

She walked up the altar steps , her shoes slightly taping on the cool marble.

“Mister Germany, please take the hand of your wife.” The minister spoke.

Her boss gave her hand to Germany, letting him touch her for the first time. He seemed clueless as to what to do with her hand. He fumbled her hand before squeezing it tightly so as to not let her go, as if a harsh breeze would sneak into the church and knock her over.

She glanced down at her hand, feeling the sudden pain of his strength before glancing at his face. He was made of stone , a statue imported from Rome. The thin line that was held by his lips told her that he was as reluctant as she, and though he gained more from the marriage than she ever will, he still did not fancy the idea of being married to some random country.

The piano stopped playing and all attention was diverted to the couple. Lingering murmurs were silenced by the minister’s soporific voice and speech as he opened his book and side eyed the albino man who stood near the altar. She had never seen a man so white , but Hungry was sure to warn her of the ‘devil spawn’ that was Prussia, the brother of her husband.

A speech so long and boring would make anyone tired and (C/N) was no exception. She decided to look up and examine her bridegroom for the man he was , and though her vail did make it hard to see, she was still able to see the pools of blue that resembled the sternness of her boss. ‘They really are the same’ she thought to herself, ‘at least he’s not bad looking.’ However, her daze was cut short when he glanced at her swiftly.

“Vilt‘ thou have zhis voman to thy vedded vife, to live together ufter god's ordinance in zhe holy estate ov matrimony?” The minister began as his attention grew on Germany. She noticed his grip growing tight and his eyes becoming slightly constricted. The couple looked at each other in the eyes, for a moment he doubted his decision. He only agreed to the marriage as a consequence of the pressure that Austria and Prussia had bestowed upon him. The truth was that his economy was unsteady and he had grown sick from the peril known as inflation. He had stood in on a meeting, her boss and grandmother sat at the end of the table in grand thrones while Prussia and his own boss had sat at the opposite end.

“Vhy don’t jou just get married? Un eazy vey tu solve jour probvlem.”

Prussia whipped his head back and let out a howling laugh. “Are jou kidding me? To zhat uld hag?”

“I have a daughter,” The old (C/N) empire spoke out, her hands moving to remove her spectacles “But if you had any honour you would not take her”.

“Und vhy is zhat?”

“She is far too young to leave her land and move onto another. After all , she is (C/N)’s personification .”

Prussia leaned back in his chair and looked back at his younger brother “how doez she look like. Is she hot vith voluptuous-”

“That is her right there.” The king of (C/N) pointed to the large portrait on the wall with a girl in ceremonial (C/N) dress. Her hair was pinned in the traditional fashion and her hands were fashioned chastily on her lap.

Germany had first noticed the gentle simper that had been painted with the painter’s red. She seemed pure, amiable, and unknowing. Her posture had indicated that she had never seen war, something he was so accustomed to seeing.

“So vest, jou vant ‘er ?”

Being lost in the colours of the painting, Germany looked back down at his brother. His cheeks were a crimson and he was at a loss of words . How could he be offered a wife without meeting her first ? Prussia grumbled something about being too awesome to marry anyway and that this woman would be a birthday gift to him, Germany ignored him.

“Ja, if it vhat i must do”.

And now here he was , as powerful as could be. His uniform dripped with medals and gold that had reflected from the sunlight into her eyes to make them burn. One of the golden pendants was a gift from her. It was golden of course, and in the shape of a star which symbolized something in her culture but he couldn’t remember.

“Vilt thou love er‘, comfort ’er, ‘onor, und kepe ’er in sickenesse ubd health? And forsaking all uther kepe thee only to ‘er, so long as jou both shall ‘live?”

Germany slipped the ring onto her finger before glancing into her eyes. He could barely see her through the veil that had been so heavily draped across her face . But he knew one thing, she was trembling.

“Ja”

The minister gruffed . Looking at the veiled country, he began to read the words from his book.

“Vilt thou have zis man to zy vedded husband, to live in zhe ’oly estate of matrimony? Vilt thou obey him, und serve him, love, honor, and keep him in sickness und in health? Und forsaking al other keep thee onely to him, so long as jou both shall live?” His voice trailed off as the prolonged stare between the couple continued for a lifetime. Her shod feet twitched as her toes moved in a way so that they were facing together; it became hard to stand.

“I will”, she responded in her language , unable to translate the words in his. Then she put the golden band on his finger

It didn’t matter if she said ‘I will’ or ‘I don’t’ , as long as she was married and away. The minister didn’t understand her language, nor did he make an attempt to read her body language. He hurryingly closed his bible and sighed in almost a mocking way as if this marriage was not significant or valid. “Jou many kiss jour bride”.

The bride and groom grew flustered, it would be the first time either of them kissed. Germany’s hands reached to pull her veil from her head but he halted as if he were frightened to view his wife bare from her veil.

“Hurry up, vest” Prussia nudged his brother “I bet jou she’s cute under zhat veil und under zhat dress too.” He whispered the last part expecting her not to hear him. But she did and her cheeks turned redder.

Other countries began whispering amongst each other, eager to leave the church and attend the reception. If only he would kiss her and leave, this whole ordeal would be over. She would not be standing there, absorbing all the lingering stares that were concentrated on her body. They whispered false ideologies about her , how they believed her to be the weakened version of her grandmother and the empires that came before her.

Then he pulled the veil back, viewing her genuine features for the first time. He nearly stepped back, her portrait did not deceive him. He awkwardly pulled her in, his hands firm against her shoulders as if to keep her from escaping. Slowly she closed her eyes, allowing him to kiss her.

Cold and hard lips met her luscious and soft ones. soft ones as they kissed in front of the marble altar. It was an awkward kiss, his teeth fortuitously grazing her lips as she nearly jolted back. But just as the kiss began, the kiss ended with him pulling away.

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The reception bored her. Nor was she pleased with the food that she was served.

He sat beside her , ignoring the dancing and music as much as she did.

The colors of fair maidens' dresses blurred in her vision as she rested her eyes on the hectic ballroom. ‘If only I were so fair that my husband would look at me longingly’.

“So…” she looked at him and waited for his gaze to turn to hers “What is your favorite color?”

It was a sad attempt but an attempt nonetheless to get him to talk to her. He didn’t seem annoyed at the question until he bluntly answered “orange” and went back to eating his food.

She sighed and played with the foreign food on her plate.

“Und Jours?” he asked.

“(F/C), it’s the color of my country.”

He looked upon her smile before going back to finishing his meal. Germany, while at the head of the table , sat next to his older brother who whispered dirty jokes into his ear. His face turned a deep crimson red, but (C/N) acted oblivious. She wrapped her hands around her waist tightly in fear that all her organs would spill onto the table and she would make a fool out of herself. She heard her boss’ voice in her head scold her, telling her to sit up straight and act as an (C/N) lady would. She didn’t want to be a lady.

“Gentlemen ,” A man placed a hand on the trembling girl’s shoulder and looked over at her new husband “May I steal your bride for a dance?”

The young country only nodded, not knowing the sharp grip that pressured the girl’s shoulder would leave a lasting bruise. Though an ‘acquaintance’ and only having just met his wife, the weary expression she held was enough to alarm him. He turned in his chair, watching the uncoordinated couple trip onto the marble floor. Something didn’t seem right about him, nor the little woman he arrived with.

Germany looked back at his brother who tried to cover his laughter with his gloved hand.

“Vhat are jou laughing at?” He cut a link from his plate.

“He’s a little rough with her , no?” Spain sat at her empty seat, drinking her nearly untouched goblet of wine. “The señora doesn't drink?”

Belligerently, (C/N) found herself being pushed into one of the many rooms of the estate. It was of a similar fashion to all the other rooms that she had seen, but the walls seemed to close in on the country and her king as music and laughter still managed to overpower the room. She whimpered, her face confused and her dress stained with tears , she did not look as a bride would on her wedding day.

“You know what you must do.”

“You are putting all this pressure on me . I can’t-”

Slap

The sound was clear as day. If only the door was slightly ajar then it wouldn’t have blended in with the music. Just like the slap, her bruise blended in with her already red face. “In order to successfully unit the two countries you must consummate. It will be watched by a priest and two diplomates to make sure it is done correctly-”

Then the door cracked open and the king took his hands off (C/N) when he saw Germany standing in the doorframe. Unbeknownst to them, he had been standing there the whole time, listening to every little word that was said. He had had the same talk with his own boss, though the talk was a little less violent and emotional.

“It’z time to retire.”

“Yes, I believe so too.” her boss acknowledged , “It’s after midnight, what is a bride doing away from her husband on her wedding night.” he joked though the new couple did not seem to find the jest amusing.He took her hand and stepped from the room with her, making sure to not step on the train of the never ending dress. The sea of arachnids grew silent as they parted to make way for Lady and Lord Beilschmidt.

And in that moment , innocence was lost and she was made a woman. Their dance was awkward at first, with him being stiff and her being unknowing, but the marriage was final, and her lily and loyalty was given to him. That was all that mattered , to her boss at least.

✩｡:*•.───── ❁ ❁ ─────.•*:｡✩

“That iz my piano. Do not touch my piano”

“That iz zhe first thing jou say to jour new cousin , Austria ?”

Light cracked through the windows as she stood there awkwardly , hitting her dress slightly to outline the golden and yellow seams. It matched her wedding band which locked so heavily on her ring finger. If only it didn’t bother her so much then maybe she would have acknowledged the thick band’s beauty.

“I am tired of zese ‘children’ moving into my home. First Prussia and now zese girl.”

The oak doors burst open, revealing Hungry holding a white envelope with the seal of (C/N).

“(C/N)!” she had a distressed look on her face and she closed in on the girl “It comes from jour boss.”

“My boss has passed. We haven't crowned a monarch yet.”

Overtime , Hungry had noticed a slight change in the country’s attitude. After the death of her boss, the people of (C/N) began a revolution, killing those with the emblem of Germany etched into their hearts.

The young woman seemed panicked, clenching her satin covered heart and helping herself to the velvet seats made for Austria.

“(C/N),” Hungry placed her hand on the shoulder of the younger girl, thankful that she was not in her place “Jou must asx jour husband for council.”

“No, I am a country. I must deal with this on my own.”

v“No. Jou are a joung gurl, jou must ask for help when needed. Germany vill know what to do.”

And so, later that night when she had had her dinner and dismissed her handmaiden , she dressed again and did her hair in the fashion in which she knew he liked. He once gifted her perfume from France which she had never worn. Though she had doubted that he himself had picked out the perfume for he rarely thought of her (or so she thought) , she decided to adorn herself in it in order to appeal more desirable to him.

She needed money.

She was going to ask for money.

After all, he had owed it to her.

The crown his queen wore was crafted from her blood. The ring his king wore came from the teeth of her grandmother . The child she would hopefully never birth would be carried by her.

She did the sign of the cross.

She ascended into the hallway , sweeping her skirt along the tile.

Laces that sinched her waist and held her body constricted her , making her smaller and smaller as she stood beneath the immaculate doors . Those doors , the doors that separated her and him. In those days during that time, women were not allowed in the studios of men. It was respected as his space , a space in which she was not allowed.

Tonight, she was not a woman.

Tonight, she was (C/N).

The air that flooded the hallway became heavier and heavier until she stopped breathing. A tear began to form and she did not know why. Was she afraid to talk to her own husband ?

Suddenly, the door swung open and hit (C/N) on the nose . Causing her to stumble back and hit her head on the tiled floor. There was no carpet to break her fall, only the stone which nearly caused her to bleed.

“(C/N)?” Germany looked down at her, startled . He offered his hand to hers , hoisted her to her feet. “I did not expect jou to be up so late”

She was too startled. Her heart raced and suddenly she forgot to speak her own language. The world around her spun and she worried that he would kill her then and there. No, he wouldn’t do that , would he ? She didn’t know. What she did know was that he had the money that she needed.

“Germany,” she kissed him on the cheek gently, regaining her composure “I must speak to you, it’s urgent.”

“Vhat could be so urgent at this hour sigh … jou knov vhat, come inside. Jou are my vife after all.”

He opened the door for her, allowing her to step into the room for the first time .

Everything was tidy. The curtains were perfectly ironed , the books were arranged by author and colour, and his medals were nicely seated next to each other in the order in which he received them. There was not a speck or a crumb on the floor, as if he had just swept the floors.

“(C/N), Jou bleed.” He states , coming close to her body.

The mirror she looked into showcased her bleeding nose. She was perfect in every way but that. She wanted to cry, she had put so much effort into her makeup and just a simple mistake had ruined everything.

“Here let me help.”

He sat her down and came upon her with his handkerchief. Somehow it disappeared, and her face was cleaned from his magic hand. Even the red stains that had sunken into her pores were gone, as if he were a painter painting a clean, pure woman.

“Thank you.”

“Ja” he turned around and placed his handkerchief carefully on his desk. “Knov vhat is it jou vant?”

“I need help!” She blurted out . “I am ashamed to ask you for it, but I need you to help me. Your people have mined hard and deep into my soil. Women are raped by your occupiers and boys are taken to become soldiers. All I ask is that you police your men and compensate me for my precious medals.”

He placed a finger on his chin, as if he were thinking.

“Vhou is jour debt to?”

“England.”

“Then the matterz iz finished.”

“But I need you to send at least half of your men away.”

“Done.”

“Just like that.”

“Und just like that.”

She straightened her neck and wondered why she had even stressed in the first place. Still, he stood in front of her tall and strong , intimidating her immensely . She felt small and weak still, even though she had just gotten her way.

“Alvright, if zhat iz it then let me valk jou to jour room.”

“That would bring me much joy, yes.”

He offered her his arm to latch herself onto, to which she gladly accepted . She wanted to leave that room as quickly as possible . So once they stepped from the overly clean room, she let out a sigh of relief and a small prayer to her god.

The amount of steps it took them to reach her room was 392, which was only one or two off from the amount it took her to reach the office. She probably miscounted , or got distracted by the sound of her heels hitting the tile.

“Alvright,” he kissed her on her cheek, ”gute nacht.”

“Gute nacht.” She responded and watched him turn her back on her , making his way in the direction of his room.

Their arranged marriage had been a union of convenience, a merger of two powerful countries, but the emotional distance between them was palpable. Tonight, however, C/N was determined to bridge that gap.

“Wait!” She called out to him, figuring it was either now or never. “Would you like to come in?”

She no longer wanted to feel lonely, she wanted the feel of his skin and the kiss that came from his lips. She wanted him to love her , like a husband loves a wife . In her books she had read of this love, when a man whispers sweet prayers into a woman’s ear, and begs that she do the same. She had experienced love from him physically, but wanted him emotionally. She wanted his heart to join with hers , she hoped he could see that.

His nod was all she needed .

She invited him into her room, making room for his tall and bulky frame.

“May I speak freely?”

He nodded again.

“We spend our nights alone though we are husband and wife. Why is it such?”

A crimson blush crept upon his cheeks and he shuffled uncomfortably, searching for an answer in the pure white tile.

“Vell-“

She abruptly cut him off.

“I want to know you as a wife knows her husband.”

“Ve have already come to knov eachother in zhat vhey.”

"No, we have not.”

"Then lets us."

The air was thick in their unspoken tension. His blue eyes bore into hers , making her feel small but not inferior to him. It was an odd feeling.

In the dimness of the room, she noticed his blush and his fumbling hands. She reckoned that he was shy. Even with all his military regalia and medals, he did not know how to come with a woman. Slowly but desperately , he closed in on their small gap, wetting her lips with his own.

His kiss was warm and his body hot against hers.

As their kisses grew more fervent, C/N stepped back slightly, her hands moving to the ties of her gown. With a slow, deliberate motion, she loosened them, the fabric falling away to reveal her bare skin. Germany's blue eyes widened, his gaze roaming over her body with a mixture of awe and desire. It was a feeling he had not felt in awhile. Even on their wedding night, he did not lust for her. It was a duty, a chore . But now, she was a goddess, her curves soft yet seductive , her nipples tight against the coldness of the room.

He removed his clothing and picked her slim body from the floor to throw her on her bed. He had chosen that bed for her, that much was true. It was purchased before their wedding in (C/N) of hopes that she would come to feel at home in her bedroom.

His touch ignited her body, creating a flame that warmed her body. She lusted for him, and he for her.

She grabbed his manhood, slowly pleasuring him until he felt it was right to insert himself. Her walls closed on him, creating a warm , wet embrace over his manhood. He thrust himself into her, over and over again.

It didn’t take long for him to release, with his seed pouring into her. As countries, it was highly unlikely that a child would conceive , but if one did , then it would become the land in which it was conceived.

(C/N) moved to the left of the bed, allowing Germany to sleep on the right.

"Gute Nacht," he whispered to her with a short kiss.

Germany would not return to his bed that night.

[mana-jjk]

Do you think Inumaki has a lisp or some kind of bad pronunciation because hes used to saying a limited ammount of words? (Idk how those actually work lol)

omg hi anon !! 💞

this question has single handedly led me to vampire reddit and lisp quora and now i’m getting the weirdest recommendations in my emails (���ω；)

so i’m far from being a speech therapist, and this is based off of the little research that I’ve done and my own headcanons lol.

i think that if toge does have a lisp, it would be because of his fangs. vampire reddit has informed me very helpfully that due to fangs, the consonants in english would be limited due to how the teeth would interrupt the movement of lower lip. so f and v sounds might be impacted, however that is in english ! i am not entirely sure how it would translate to japanese.

i tried to mimic the words he uses, and can’t notice any movement that might be impacted in that case. but i also read that s sounds and th are likely to be slurred.

the only case in which we hear a slur is during this iconic scene -

i don’t think gege intended to convey that toge has a slur, more than likely this scene was a mixture of damage to his throat, blood loss, confusion, exhaustion, and hesitance. especially since they took his fangs away <\3

but canon is merely a suggestion to me lol

personally, i do think toge would have a slight speech impediment when combining his prominent fangs and lack of speech.

it’s a personal headcanon i have that toge’s clan limited his speech by limiting the language taught to him. he’s been speaking in his onigiri language since before he could remember and does have an understanding of his cursed speech. but if they wanted to limit accidents, it would be in limiting the words he knows.

the research i found also showed that if someone has difficulty interchanging with the t and d sound, it’s likely due to confusion. toge undoubtedly knows japanese, however he’s probably out of practice in speaking it outside of his cursed speech and safe words.

when you listen to him using both, his voice is very clear and particular in enunciating the sounds. in the case with yuuta, his voice was muffled, broken, and slurred. maybe even with a concussion that affected his speech.

so yes, i do think he has a slight impediment, but one that’s only noticeable when he speaks words outside of his cursed and safe vocabulary.

otherwise, everything he does is with clear intent, something you need to have when fostering something dangerous.

toge is probably aware of that, maybe even a little embarrassed of it. probably refrains from trying new words, partly because he doesn’t have the consistency or clarity to ensure there is no misinterpretation.

yuuta’s name was the exception, and continues to be the exception. he says it softly every time, and even though he could correct it, he doesn’t. saying it with a soft drop at the end seems to fit far better than the correct click of a t.

i’ve seen some interpretations of toge giving pet names to yuuta in the forms of potential safe words, but i think the way he says his name is the term of endearment.

the careful manner he sounds out in every syllable, the almost reverence he has, the quiet whisper of his voice as if it was meant for yuuta’s ears only.

there’s a gentleness to the cruelty of his circumstances, if only in the the way his words hold significance far beyond just any understanding.

any way, i think reddit thinks i want to be a vampire now and i’m just imagining yuuta googling this question and blushing at all the emphasis of fangs.

i hope this answered your question !! feel free to keep sending these asks so i can convey the full extent of my insanity <3 ! ( *｀ω´)

[superm4ks]

Completed [max/daniel] published on 2022-01-08

Alternate universe - non famous, alternate universe - mechanics, Jammy and Sassy, cat dad max, neighbors, Monte Carlo [derogatory], resolved sexual tension, slow burn, internalized biphobia, eventual smut, balconies

mon voisin

Chapter 1

“Are your neighbors always so noisy?” Isabelle asks him. Daniel shrugs.

“Upstairs?” She nods. “No, I don’t think so. They must’ve moved in this week or something.”

He settles back against the couch and puts his legs on her lap. She immediately pushes them off, and Daniel figures she’s too warm. He fetches the remote and turns on Sky Sports.

Last time Isabelle came over, she made him watch a documentary about a man who quite literally wanted to fuck an octopus, and then got upset with him because he pointed out the man wanted to fuck the octopus. Like, he’s not judging. People are weird. Love is weird.

“Daniel.”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

“The noise doesn’t bother you?”

“What noise?”

She doesn’t reply and Daniel looks her to find her staring back at him, a slight twitch to her left eye. “Yeah, I can’t do this.” She gets up. “We are done.” She announces. Daniel blinks.

“We’re done? Wait, what? Why? Izzy?”

Isabelle looks at him like he’s insane, which is not an unfamiliar sight. Maybe he should’ve seen this coming. “Why? Do you even like me?”

“Of course I like you.”

Isabelle groans and throws her hands up. “Oh my God, of course. Au revoir, Daniel.”

“I’ll … call you?” Daniel offers.

“Non, merci!"

Daniel watches her leave, and it’s not until the door slams closed behind her that he realizes he didn’t even move from where he was slumped over the couch pillows. That was rude of him. That probably didn’t help things.

Right. Well.

He looks up at the ceiling. After a second, Daniel hears it. The sound of footsteps stumping around, something crashing to the floor, loud meowing.

Then, a muffled, heavily accented, “Fuck off! No, fuck off! What are you doing?” followed by a barrage of words in a language Daniel doesn’t recognize. Maybe German.

More meowing. More stumping.

Daniels snorts despite himself. He doesn’t remember seeing a moving truck, or anyone new loitering around the stairs. But then again, he hasn’t been home a lot lately. The Garage always gets swamped in May. Gran Prix and all. Lots of tourists from all across Europe doing long drives for the first time.

Isabelle was a nice girl. Those were a nice three weeks. It’s the longest relationship he’s had this year.

“Christ.” Daniel murmurs.

He steps outside into the balcony and breathes in the late afternoon breeze. The sun is setting on the Mediterranean Sea, and the sky has mellowed into a soft pink and orange. Another beautiful day in the French Riviera.

Another beautiful day of being a fucking nobody.

A loud meow startles Daniel out of his (normal and healthy) thoughts. He tilts his head back and catches sight of an exotic-looking cat perched on the windowsill right above him. The cat is peering down at him like it’s wondering what Daniel’s problem is. “Hello.” Daniel says. The cat meows, and Daniel grins. “Enchanté.”

He’s not a cat person, at all, but this one is very pretty. The cat tilts its head, stretches its neck a little further out, and Daniel thinks, shit. “No, no, no.” He mumbles, at the same time the same voice from before says, a lot clearer:

“Listen. Listen, I’m not going to get you if you fall.”

The guy—or kid, he must be young with a voice like that, definitely younger than Daniel—has a lisp. Daniel is hit by the strange, irrational urge to yell at him to come closer to the window.

The cat gives Daniel one last look, Daniel waggles his eyebrows, because who gives a shit, and then the cat’s little head vanishes back inside. The window shutters are closed, quite abruptly, but not before Daniel hears a much gentler, “Gek meisje.”

The kid is so fucking loud.

If it’s not the cats (there’s more than one, Daniel has figured out as much), it’s the video games until sunrise, which often result in abrupt avalanches of swearing or equally disconcerting laughter that sounds like someone tap dancing on a chew toy.

Sometimes, when Daniel is really lucky, he gets a combination of both: the cats and the video games and the kid swearing at the cats to get off my fucking TV, you assholes.

Great stuff.

Two weeks into Daniel’s new cat-infused reality, he meets a six-foot bombshell who looks at him from across the bar like she wants to put him in a pretzel. Daniel is gross, still in his work overalls, covered in dirt and oil, but some people are into that, and he figures she’s one of them.

Unfortunately, she’s American, and funny, which means they end up talking a lot, drinking even more, and by the time Daniel feels like taking her home, he also feels like passing out cold for twelve hours. He leaves her to her friends, throws back one last shot, and calls it a night.

Lando gasps like Daniel just became a monk.

“No, c’mon! C’mon, you had it. She’s so hot.” He whines. He puts a hand on Daniel’s forehead, then grabs Kimi’s hand and puts his hand on Daniel’s forehead. “Does he feel warm to you?”

“Ha-ha.” Daniel deadpans. Kimi takes off his hand, gently, and shakes his head.

“Just old.” He declares.

Daniel snorts.

“You literally killed the dinosaurs, mate.” He says. Kimi raises his pint in a mock-toast.

“So, wait, are you still upset about your last girl, then? The biologist?” Lando presses. Lando reminds Daniel of himself when he was younger. He’s a lot nicer than Daniel was at his age, though. Lando showed up to the Garage with nothing but a backpack and a smile, and no one faulted Seb for taking him in.

“No, little Nando.” Daniel sighs. Isabelle was right. He didn’t even like her that much. “I’m honestly just tired, yeah?” He cracks a grin and knocks his knee into Lando’s under the table. “Some of us don’t get to fix one 125cc and then fuck around in the break room for the rest of the day, you bloody bludger.” He teases, and Lando actually blushes.

“Not true.”

“Yes true. I saw it, it was one Vespa, mate.”

“It was a GTS, those are 300cc! The radiator was baked, I had to—”

“You are tired because of the piece of shit neighbor and his demon cats.” Kimi interrupts. Daniel’s laughter at Lando’s indignation slowly dissolves into a chuckle, and he shrugs. He mentioned his new neighbor to his coworkers during a difficult overhaul of a BMW engine, mostly to make them laugh.

“Maybe, maybe. Either way, I’m out of this dump, fuck both of you.” Daniel gets up and the world only spins a respectable amount. He claps Kimi on the back and pinches Lando’s cheek. “I’ll see you next Monday, messieurs.”

“Oi, do you mind if I go talk to her?” Lando asks, rubbing at his cheek with one hand and motioning at the LA girl with the other. He’s so cute. Daniel almost wants to tell him no, just to spare his feelings.

“Not at all, my friend.” Daniel says, and throws up a salute. “Watch out for the brave soldier out there, Iceman.”

Kimi, a married father of two, takes the tiniest sip of his second pint. “No.”

The fifteen minute walk home is enough to sober him up a bit. The night’s warm and pleasant in a way it would never be back in Perth this time of the year, and Daniel gets to have his ego stroked by a group of partygoers who giggle past him and squeal when he throws them kisses.

It’s around 1 a.m. by the time Daniel stumbles inside his apartment, and he feels like every inch of his body is going to spontaneously vaporize. He’s glad he cut things short with the LA girl. That would’ve been a disappointing performance.

God, he really needs a good night’s sleep.

Daniel drinks some water, washes off the oil and dirt as best as he can and face plants directly into his bed. It’s only as he’s rubbing his bare legs up and down the cool mattress that he notices the silence.

Complete and utter, glorious silence. He can’t even hear tiny paws sputtering across the wooden boards.

He almost wants to cry. Daniel hugs his pillow and closes his eyes with a big, manic grin on his face. It doesn’t last. Why would it last.

The first creak of a bed frame rocking on its hinges is sudden, and loud enough to startle him awake. Daniel’s eyes flash open, his smile vanishes. After a few seconds, there’s more creaking, again and again, joined by the distinct, unmistakable rhythm of skin slapping against skin. He’s having sex. The kid is having sex and his bedroom is right above Daniel’s.

“You have to be joking.” Daniel says, out loud. No one answers. Actually, no one says anything. No moaning, no grunting, nothing. Just that sad, perfunctory rhythm, slapslapslap.

Daniel flails around his nightstand until he finds his phone and his headphones. He’s exhausted, and annoyed, and running out of goodwill. He’s also a little turned on, which he refuses to feel bad about.

Fucking figures, he thinks, that his neighbor would put him through mildly uncomfortable sex after Daniel turned down the easiest lay of his life. Daniel puts on a random chill playlist and lets the soft beats drown out the dry smacking going on upstairs. They can’t be having a good time, those two. Daniel has had sex that sounded like that, and he certainly didn’t enjoy it.

The last thing that crosses his mind before exhaustion finally takes over is that it’s weird for someone who’s so fucking loud all the time to become so damn quiet during sex.

Chapter 2

[elysia-nsimp]

TWST Headcanons!

Hello everyone! I'm starting a new series where I infodump about my headcanons for twst characters. Feel free to request certain characters if I haven't done them already. To start off, here's Jamil Viper! Please ignore the awful quality I swear I tried to fix it

So to start off, what changed physically?

His right eye isn't grey--it's muted green with red in the center. This is the eye his signature spell primarily comes from, which is where the red came from.

he has an eyebrow cut because i have one and its COOL

He has a widow's peak! (That's the point in his hairline, if that term is unfamiliar to you)

He has long, pointed ears. I will elaborate later.

He also has several gold earrings! He has 3 hoops on his other ear.

His tongue is split at the edge. It's not super visible in this card, though.

He also has a tongue piercing, it's a teardrop-shaped Ruby. He takes very good care of it.

Lastly, he has LONG fangs. They poke out of his mouth a little bit.

Elysia, what are these changes for?

Great question! Almost all of these have an explainable reason (except the eyebrow cut and the split tongue thing I just decided he would do that just because), and I'm here to explain them!

So to start off, what is Jamil? In canon, he's a human, pretty simple, but I decided humans are BORING and Jamil deserved to be non-human like the other super cool epic characters like the twins and Malleus (personal opinion alert). In this AU, Jamil is still partially human--mostly human, even--with both his parents being human (mostly), but further up his family tree, there are traces of both gorgon and genie ancestry. How'd he get those in his family tree? Well, long long time ago, an ancestor of Kalim found a lamp that Jafar used to inhabit. As their final wish, they freed the genie. As thanks, the genie decided to stick around and continue to offer help here and there. That genie found a partner out of their lamp, and thus, began the Viper family. Somewhere along the line, one of Jamil's relatives fell in love with a gorgon. Does this mean Jamil can grant wishes? Absolutely not. However, it IS why his family has been serving the Asims for generations.

What new abilities does this grant Jamil?

Honestly, not many changes about him. He isn't even aware he's not fully human, though he has questioned why he looks different than others. Here are a couple things that have been added or changed, though.

He's more inclined to want to help you if you preface whatever you want with "I wish" (he does not even notice this, do not mention it)

He's venomous! If he bites you, it'll paralyze you for about a half an hour, maybe an hour at the worst. He doesn't use this ability much... only if he feels like he or Kalim is in danger or he just REALLY wants someone to shut up.

He reall.y likes lamps.... he has no clue why he just likes lamps

His emotions are slightly easier read, because his ears tilt up or down depending on how he feels and he has zero control over that.

He has a slight lisp that he has spent YEARS training himself out of because of the fangs. It's barely noticeable if you're not listening for it.

Some other headcanons!

These are unrelated to the species change, but still worth mentioning!

Jamil's bisexual, but he was in HEAVY DENIAL for a DAMN long time. He just prefers he/him.

oh boy here's some diagnoses for you: Major clinical depression, anxiety/paranoia (lesser impact), C-PTSD, AUTISM!!!!!!! (he just like me frfr) (also he lives in his mask so it took him a while to figure that out), POTS, assorted other CHRONIC PAIN that hasn't been diagnosed yet

He collects gold jewelry because Kalim used to always want to buy him gold things. Its kind of just become habit to collect anything that looks gold because it was one of the nicer things in his childhood.

He takes EXTREMELY good care of all his jewelry! Especially the tongue gem, since it's the most likely to get infected.

Jamil has joint issues. It's not so substantial that he can't function, but sometimes his arm will pop out of place or ache like all HELL if he overworks himself too much. This is what he uses the arm brace for and why you see him rubbing his arm often. (this is partially based in canon, partially projection because I too am in chronic pain)

mention whipped cream around him and he will go insane (/neg/hj) (based on other RPs he's been in where it's a running gag revolving around him)

He and Najma both don't have great relationships with their parents. Especially after Book 4 and some mandated therapy, Jamil grew bitter of how much his parents pulled him back and made him fear just... talking to Kalim (ofc a lot more went into his blaming of Kalim, but his parents' influence was extremely damaging).

Jamil is extremely overprotective of Najma, even if he acts like she's a major nuisance in his life.

One time he passed out in front of Najma (which made her panic), only for him to sit the fuck back up, walk to the kitchen, and down an entire thing of salt in front of poor Najma's very eyes. She was HORRIFIED, but started laughing once he confirmed he was okay. (This is related to the POTS)

Jamil knows how to pick up fingerprints and has done so on several occasions (mostly to catch Najma after she stole his food)

This is all I can think of off the top of my head. This post may be edited in the future, but for now, thanks for reading my first in-depth headcanon post!!!

[douchebagbrainwaves]

TWO KINDS OF N THINGS THAT DON'T SCALE

One of the startups we've funded. And yet as it gets cheaper to start startups, this sparsely occupied territory is becoming more and more valuable. This has a nice sound to it, but not so much that it paralyzes you. Thermals happen, yes, but no one can predict them—not even the founders, and there are companies that will give $2 million to a startup that seems very promising but still had some things to figure out. You grow big by being nice, but you can stay big by being mean. But I didn't use the term slippery slope by accident; customers' insatiable demand for custom work will always be pushing you toward the bottom. How much does an angel invest? They can work wherever they want. They can work wherever they want. You can't have ulterior motives when you have to remember that it's an admirable thing to write great programs, even when this work doesn't translate easily into the conventional intellectual currency of research papers.1 If you looked in the head of a 1950s auto executive, the attitude must have been: sure, give 'em whatever they ask for, so long as you're telling the truth. The unusual thing about Lisp—in fact, to anyone who wants to understand the essence of Lisp—is that it can be written in itself.

On closer acquaintance they turn out to be flaky, high-maintenance investors. It definitely has a flavor of its own though. One interesting consequence of this fact is that there are more bad programmers than good programmers. If you do that in a language with prefix syntax, any function you define is effectively an operator. The Octoparts are the nicest guys in the world. If your current trajectory won't quite get you to profitability but you can stay big by being nice, but you have to pick some group of users. Experienced founders treat it as a company.

Maybe an organization that helped lift its weight off a country could benefit from the giant sums they're compelled to invest. What makes Google so valuable is that their users have money. Plus a company that has raised money is literally more valuable. If it takes longer to find the library function that will do what you want in a startup. But Palo Alto is getting expensive. And the startups where they have to ask for more because they know VCs aren't interested in such small deals. And this tradition had so long to develop that nontechnical people like managers and venture capitalists also learned it. It's like telling the truth. When I was a kid I was firmly in the camp of bad. And I don't have time to work, they say. Lisp model. That's the sense in which the best work is done by the people who work there want to stay there, instead of fleeing as soon as he got a new textbook he'd immediately work out all the problems—to the slight annoyance of his teacher, since the class was supposed to come up with as a technologist in residence at a new venture capital fund.

VC funding because it could legitimately absorb large amounts of money; you just have to fill it. Notice the pattern here? With server-based software you can use any language you want. Not explicitly, of course. Editors must know they attract readers. Recently it was starting to seem that computers were finally fast enough. What seems like work to you? So unless their founders could pull off an IPO which would be difficult with Yahoo as a competitor, they had no choice but to ride the thing down. A lot of VCs still act as if founders retaining board control after a series A, that will actually benefit from the resulting growth.

I'd guess they were dead by 2005. If you're designing a tool, for example. A round. How do you find them? People who worry about the increasing gap between rich and poor generally look back on the default explanation of people living in fallen civilizations. There's a hack for being decisive when you're inexperienced: ratchet down the size of your investment till it's an amount you wouldn't care too much about the business model, at least at first. Palo Alto was not originally a suburb. If you can recognize good startup founders by empathizing with them—if you both resonate at the same frequency—then you may already be a better startup picker than the median professional VC. I'm going to try to make money differently is to sell different things, and now we're talking about people. A board consisted of two founders, two VCs, and one independent. It's not a charity, but they run it like one.

Notes

I'm going to call the Metaphysics came after meta after the egalitarian pressures of World War II had disappeared in a time machine. He devoted much of the crown, and one different qualities that help in deciding what to outsource and what not to. Delicious/popular is driven mostly by hackers. In a startup you can fix by writing an interpreter for the same gestures but without using them to.

[mockingfinch]

Finch — Monster Hunter: World based OC — follows from @syringia

Finch is a young half-wyverian hunter who was taken to Astera alongside his Palico, Lark, and his handler, Galahad. Once a feral child and now a semi-domesticated adult, his best outlet is hunting the monsters in the New World. At first, he didn’t take his place as a member of the Fifth Fleet seriously, but after some time bonding with the folks in Astera, he’s decided that maybe it’s worth it to consider them family. 

Age: Somewhere around 26-29 ( he genuinely doesn’t know, but estimates himself around that age range ) Gender: Cis man Pronouns: he / him Body: Built like a gymnast, toned muscle Hair: Shaggy, thick, black. Usually in a ponytail with insect clips ( preserved beetles and other large bugs, or discarded shells of beetles ) Eyes: One green, one blue Skin tone: Tanned and heavily freckled

Weapon of choice: Insect glaive Typical Armor: Standard tzitzi ya-ku armor set

Notable Traits: 

Mockery: Finch can mimic sounds he hears, similar to a lyrebird.

Teeth: Finch has sharp, sharklike teeth. They grow back after being lost. They however force him to speak with a slight lisp.

Dexterity: Being an insect glaive user, Finch is used to using his body for speed rather than sheer power. He can use his glaive as a pole vault, swing himself around on it, and spends his downtime climbing and swinging from trees.

Ears: Being half-wyverian, Finch has big ol’ ears. This gives him better hearing than standard humans, but they’re also used heavily while emoting. Even if he tries to mask what he’s feeling, the ears will give him away.

[dilutedapplejuice]

Hmm. I’m having trouble explaining this coherently so I’m just making a list. Here’s why mainstream autism content on tiktok is waaaaaay skewed.

*disclaimer this is not an attack on anyone, just informational.

1) TikTok’s algorithm promotes and prioritizes the voices of hyperverbal, conventionally attractive American/British AFAB women and non-binary people with low-mid support needs. There is also just a lot more content from people like that (This excludes anyone who talks slowly or quietly or with a lisp or not at all or with an AAC, has a genetic disorder that affects how they look, can’t look at the camera, can’t organize their words in a way that pleases the algorithm, have camera anxiety, are BIPOC, are fat/plus-sized, etc etc etc.

2) The neurodiversity movement as a whole is just exclusionary. People use “neurodivergent” as a blanket term for people with LSN ADHD or autism (even though the word is meant for anyone who isn’t neurotypical, like people with personality disorders, anxiety, depression, schizospec conditions, brain trauma/injuries, etc).

3) Bad takes. From the videos I had seen, autistic people were accepting autism as a disability, but only in the social sense (aka if society accommodated better autism wouldn’t be a disability)-which is fine because for many low-mid support needs people that might be true. But it ignores autistic people who are disabled on an individual level, and not just because of how society treats them. They might need caretakers to do their daily tasks or any other number of supports. There IS a reason autism is ranked in order of support needs. It’s not just accommodations.

The same goes for autistic people who reject the “disordered” psychological model of autism (basically, psychology does diagnosis and treatment of autism based on how many “deficits” an autistic person has in social communication and restrictive/repetitive behaviors). Again, that’s fine if you don’t see any part of your autism as “deficient,” but it is not up to you to tell other autistic people that they don’t have any deficits. It’s up to the individual and saying psychology should get rid of it altogether is a harmful ideal which doesn’t take into account HSN autistic experiences or opinions.

Also, autistic people are allowed to identify with the labels of low- or high-functioning. Or Asperger’s. Again, that’s their decision. I didn’t see anyone mention that on tiktok. There was just a slight lack of nuance.

And… about ABA. It’s good that ABA is getting pushback because it is harmful to a lot of autistic people. It needs work. But the stances on tiktok about it are, again, un-nuanced. Most people talking about it don’t actually have any experience with it. No one ever mentioned that ABA actually has helped autistic people, and many autistic people who went through ABA have mixed feelings about it because it both helped and hurt them. There was no talking about alternatives to ABA or efforts to improve it. It was just about how awful the practice and its history is (which it can be a LOT of the time), and I suppose why it should be abolished?

^ And to make it crystal clear here, I am NOT defending ABA in any way, shape, or form. I don’t have the solution for it here. I’m just saying tiktok isn’t doing a good job of representing people’s arguments.

4) Lack of information on HSN people. Did you know that up to 30% of autistic people are also deaf/HOH? Me neither until today. There is almost no information on comorbidities with autism (other than ADHD/anxiety/depression and maybe EDS/POTS) on tiktok, even though people with autism are more likely to have another physical/psychological disability co-occurring.

So in conclusion, tiktok is a HUGE echo chamber for LSN autistic people and while it has some useful information about autism outside of the psychological view, there needs to be a lot more work for inclusivity, both by tiktok and the people making the videos there.

I think this list can probably be applied to other social media as well, but it’s just tiktok that I’m familiar since I used to browse autism tiktok obsessively bc of my special interest.

*also another note: I realize the algorithm was also responding to my own inputs: how much I watched certain people’s videos over others etc. It WAS my fault that I got so minimally diverse autism content, to an extent. But I know that many HSN non/semiverbal autistic people said that their content was never getting as much attention as LSN content in general and I wholeheartedly believe that. If you think your feed should be more diverse, it’s up to you to look for it because the social media platform is not going to do it for you. As a starting point look up “high support autism” or “level 2 autism” or “level 3 autism.”

I am completely open to talking about this, especially with level 2/3 autistic people. As a level 1 I want to listen to your opinions and respect them to the best of my ability.

Sorry this is so long and unorganized, I’m not sure how to make this more readable.

TLDR: Most videos on tiktok show LSN white autistic people and their content is mostly limited to takes about the late diagnosed LSN community, and doesn’t account for HSN autistic people and their families/caretakers.

[oflovrs]

Her hair was down today, not pulled back in its quiet ponytail like it often was. It was clean, the lab was self functioning and even had hot water— but she remembers what it was like to not, even if she never expended it. It was clean, with the faint scent of citrus and jasmine. Not that they had many options anymore, whatever they did have was brought back by the soldiers. Though, one was particularly soft on her. And when she asked for shampoo that smelled like the outside, that’s what he brought back. He died— a few weeks ago. Yet she still has one of his badges, pinned on his uniform for God knows how long.

Now it’s pinned against her backpack, the one that she kept most of her intimate belongings in. Not that anything was really too intimate around here. “Maybe I can grow eyes in the back of my head.” She hums a little, lazily allowing her chin to rest on the palm of her hand. She glances down at the tea— she didn’t like tea. Actually, she distinctly didn’t like tea. But she liked him— in comparison to many of the other white coats. So, she thought, maybe it’ll grow on her.. So far no luck. “You should write that down for the next batch.”

Her hands curled around the cup, and she takes a sip. The distain is nowhere to be found on her features, because she’s halfway afraid that if she didn’t like the tea— he’d stop staying to finish it. And honestly? She was lonely. She didn’t mean to be, but she was. Still she enjoys the furrow of his brows, and the slight confusion in his tone, or maybe it was just humble curiosity, she didn’t really understand the difference. So she smiles, barely, its kissed to the corners of her mouth and she drums fingers on her jaw. “Because I always know what’s going to happen.” She finally adds. “No surprises.” And then she takes a moment before the next words fell out of her mouth, carelessly. “And there’s always a happy ending.” Lisp pursed a little, irises shifting back to the book before she closes it. “Magic, handsome princes, overcoming the odds— what’s not to like?” That part, was a little teasing.

She watches as he speaks, and there’s a small wrinkle on the bridge of her nose as she smiles. And then, a faint shrug of her shoulders. Impossibly normal. Like the wasn’t made in a lab, and had a lifetime of experiences. “I just want to hear you talk.” She presses lips together, the smile quiet and lingering before she leans back in her chair a bit. “I’ve got all the time in the world.” Esme smirks, not understanding the irony of that statement, and how little time she actually had. “But.. I know the source liked ..” She shakes her head, as if trying to recall the memory. “Old literature.” Though before he could list anything, she speaks again. “I don’t like that.” Brows wavered upwards. “I like.. things that make me feel like we’re not underground in some lab, and I’m not what I am. And the world is a little more colorful than what’s on the outside.” Lips pursed. “And dragons. Dragons are cool too. Excitement, adventure. Definitely— not— vampires. Too cliche.”

When he stutters, it’s the closest thing to real emotion that she’s seen from him. Her brows furrowed, a lull of confusion in her features as she glances down at the tea. Maybe it was too hot? Still, she blows on it just in case, before forcing down another sip. Her shoulders relaxed, a small waver of relief in her features as they warmed and she nods. “I found it on a bracelet..” She pulls it out of her pocket now, placing the beads on the table. “Seemed a little bit like fate.” Then her smile fades a little. “You don’t think the others should know?”

Picking a name, you’d think it be easier done. She had settled on a few, watching herself in the mirror as she said them out loud. “Jasmine.” She muttered under her breath as her eyes flickered over the curve of her features. She wondered, if it was even right to call them her own. She knew that she had her mother’s eyes— the source’s. She knew that she laughed warmly, and people had always liked it. She remembers what it was like, to light up rooms she would never see, not really. Not for herself. Not for who she is. So— she said the name jasmine, and she shakes her head. “Lola.” It’s repeated between brims and her nose scrunched. God, that was worse. She’d been doing this on and off for days.

She doesn’t even notice him enter, not at first. She’s still fixed on the mirror, but there’s something threaded between her fingertips today. Irises are fixed forward, and there’s an open book on the desk. Swan lake, it was always swan lake. His voice causes her to jump, only slightly. “You sneak up on people a lot..” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. He moved so quickly, his steps were so quiet and determined. She turns towards him, she knows the drill. Sit down, answer the questions, look at the light and follow the finger. But today, today he asks her something different. He had passed by the book plenty of times now, and never said a word about it. Today? He asked. When she asked about names, they gave her a round about answer. If you’d like to. That’s what the others said. If she would like a real name, rather than the numerals and letters and whatever was on that piece of paper he always looked at. “I have, well- again. I’ve read it probably three times now.” It’s not like they had television anymore. Just movies on DVR, DVD, or recordings that they did just before the fall. It was weird, watching modern day television of people that probably weren’t around anymore. It felt.. like you were watching ghosts.

Still, she grins a little. “Why? Do you have any recommendations for me?” She’ll follow the light, overturn her arm as he checks the pulse thrumming beneath her skin. And then, brown eyes shift up to meet his as he worked. It wasn’t an intimate gaze, it was just lingering. Watching as the wheels turned in his head, and she wonders if it was ever quiet in there, or always a well oiled machine. “Do you like to read fantasy?” She doesn’t ask him if all he ever read was intellectually stimulating, because God how crowded his head must have got from that on an everyday basis. People read to forget for a little while, it didn’t hurt. Still, she lifts her chin so he can feel the lymph nodes beneath her jaw, like it was habit. Because it was. Because they had been doing this everyday for.. well.. awhile now. “And I did pick a name.” She gently puts the bracelet down. When she found it, it was kicked under a desk, the clasp was broken so she imagines it fell off in a rush. “Esme.” Then her gaze shifts to the open book. “Esme Odette.”

He asks if she feels different, new, and she shakes her head. “Unless you count internal conflict on which name suits your features.. then no. Same-same. Oh! But I did figure out, I might be allergic to blueberries.”

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm fixating over a character I haven't properly introduced so - Marshmallow Milk Hcs

🌌 The youngest of the hybrids and the owner of the only candy store in town, Marlow is a gentle cow with their head in the clouds and sight set on the stars, speaking of dreams of course. Marlow sleeps the day and night away, relying on the trust of strangers to run their shop. They'll come back every now and to check up on friends and spend time with their dear Coco. While they do love the drink, you're what completes them. They wouldn't give up a moment with you for anything in the world. Not even the perfect dream where the two of you are happily married and ruining the shop together. They hope one day that dream can become a reality.

🌌 Marlow is a different breed to their fellow hybrids. Rather than being made of flesh and blood, their body is almost entirely made of marshmallow fluff. It's the perfect topping for a nice cup of hot chocolate or a fresh cake. There was a slight mix up in production as they're missing their right leg, but they had a prosthetic made for them by that nice cow who runs the junk yard. Marshmallow tends to misplace it as odd as that may seem. They get so absent-minded they'd have trouble keeping track of their things even if they were glued to their own two hands. Once, their leg ended up on at your front door without them. How strange is that? Oh wait - they fell asleep in the brush. Since you're waking them, maybe you can help them find other things they lost. They'd ask you to find their heart but that's already in your hands.

🌌 Coco is their go to nickname, but they also call you squish/squishy. It's fun to poke your cheeks and sizes. So soft and squishy just like a marshmallow

🌌 Marlow has a vocal habit of drawing out their words and has a lisps after drinking warm beverages due to the state of their body. "Gooood Morning, Coco~" "Did you have a good night's sweep?" "I wuuuuv you." "Don't go."

🌌They have difficulty telling dreams from reality. It's hard not to with how often they doze off and how vivid their dreams feel. Just like week they had a dream about that tourist visiting town asking you out on a date. The knife in their heart when you said yes felt so real they woke right up and ran over to your house. You informed them that tourist apparently left that afternoon and had done no such thing. Silly Marlow. They wished you a good night and went back home to fall asleep after a nice bath. Their hands were so sticky for some reason

🌌To call Marlow a sleepwalker is an understatement. They can whip up an entire bath or fudge squares and hold an hour long conversation before anyone realizes they're snoring between each word. It's even harder to tell when they're awake or not as they never open their eyes. Their sleep walking has resulted in some odd behaviors such as breaking into your home to leave the treats they sleep bake for on your pillows, following you around stopping only once they're in your bed, and accident confessions. Good thing they're just sleeping though. Marlow doesn't remember a single thing they've done while sleep walking, but sometimes they'll mention still being tired afterwards.

🌌Overall, if you're looking for a low maintenance partner who loves naps and baking Marlow is your best choice. Take a break from the troubles of life and lay on the floor with them, watching the ceiling of glow in the dark stares at you waste the day away in each other's arms. If you have trouble sleeping just take a bite of the sweets they make for that very reason. Marlow's dream pops sell out quick, but they keep one in their pocket for you whenever you're feeling down or have too much energy for your own good. This way, you might even see each other while you're sleeping. They're always watching - one way or another.

[itslaneybop]

I’m sure someone has come to the conclusion that Barbatos was originally a feral demon upon creation, right? Diavolo very casually mentions that he lured Barbatos to the castle with tea leaves and Barbatos even notes in a different conversation that he was never a child. That one kid event aside, (which I could very easily find an explanation for if I took the time to do so) it seems too perfect that he would be a quadruped beast-like abomination, respectfully, and I’m going to run with that headcanon.

This is turning into a list I want to reference later 💀

• Barbatos has ALWAYS been articulate and insufferably formal. Maybe he’s made that way.

• Diavolo is the reason he takes a human-esque form, whether to match his own likeness or because he was influenced by some other factor prior to “The Fall”

• Barbatos’s current demon form only alludes to what he used to look like and is definitely the reason why it doesn’t seem to resemble a cohesive design

• He would have looked like a Frankenstein mix between a bat, salamander, owl, snake, and vulture

• ✨ Black sclera ✨ because yes absolutely he would *pants*

• Maybe he doesn’t revert to his previous form because Diavolo has never explicitly said that he was allowed to? (his abject servility lends me to believe he would never use his power without instruction or prompt so this might not be too big of a stretch)

• I already believe that most of the notable figures of native Devildom citizens are beasts or monsters and I think the older they are the less “human” they look. Barbatos is VERY old so that would fit in here nicely.

• Solomon nearly did himself in when summoning Barbatos, if I remember that right, and I desperately want to know what that was all about.

• Whether he started out as quadrupedal or bipedal I couldn’t say, but I think he was flexible enough to stride both ways. Don’t ask me for realism because this is clearly fiction lol but I will say that there is a distinction between his back haunches and the front “arms/hands”

• Someone once mentioned that Barbatos’s VA has a slight lisp (I’m unsure if this observation is true, but I can admit that I hear it and it’s undeniably cute to me) and for that reason alone, I’m envisioning either a snake tongue or sharp fangies to make an audible lisp—or he just has one; no reason at all ♥️

• As far as design goes, I kind of go back and forth between anthropomorphic (I’m using the term loosely and with neutral tone) and just full-on beast.

• For whatever scaly parts he has, I think they’re like a shift of green and blue, possibly yellow, like a June bug shell. Otherwise his body is a mixture of feathers and very fine fur, like a shitzu dog’s coat.

• Big ears! Huge ears that flex and move independently like digits on a hand. This would also explain the black claws on his head because I’m not buying that those are “horns.”

• I’m a big fan of Barbatos being able to speak every language imaginable and that definitely includes every variation of Devildom language. He’s old enough to have invented portions of some!

• Barbatos has said he doesn’t need to sleep (or I am at least fervidly trying to find evidence of it) so I want to believe he catnaps. Catnaps have been described as a light dozing while being alert to surroundings, either to escape danger or pursue prey.

• If he had fangs that worked to inject, he was a venomous monster. If not, I am adamant that he could secrete a toxin of some sort.

• Playing off that last idea, this would make a neat foundation as to why he’s so fascinated and keen on tea. I wonder what kinds of poisonous concoctions he’s made?

There’s a lot to add, but I need to reread the story to get some details right or to pick up anything I hadn’t had a mind to look for first time around. I know for a fact I skipped through most of the story involving the grimoire thing(?) and that’s pretty important regarding Barbatos lol so I’m coming back to this eventually!