#default mood: annoyed

[doydoune]

random aa doodles totally in order pt 3

[letstrywritingmaybe]

My preference of naming fics/chapters after songs/lyrics is biting me. Was still trying to see if maybe I can come up with a better idea for CoAi week and of course I was thinking about songs to inspire me. I got a lyric in my head for the trust prompt, but I couldn’t remember what song it was from so I googled it and it’s from a fucking Bieber song. Gross. I’m a hater and idc. You can’t change my mind. Guess I should quit and just not participate cause I’m so grossed out

Update: writing the next chapter of the fake dating fic and all I can say is… find you a ride or die friendship! Brotp supremacy! Seriously I can’t preach this enough! I know I’m all about romance, but the most important connections in my life have been with my family and friends. Also I will die on the hill that Ayumi is a certified Ai stan, it’s why I hate fics that try to make her annoying and compete for Conan’s attention. Be for real, it’s 2024 let the girlies be friends and fuck that guy! He’s not worth it! The friendship is more important!

[astrolook]

Some Astrology Behind Your Looks

Note: These are just my personal observations over the years, so let me know in the comments if anything hits home! Your Ascendant alone (or just its ruler or the planets sitting in your 1st house) isn’t enough to define your appearance. You gotta look at the aspects to the Ascendant, the planets in the 1st house, the chart ruler, and its aspects too.

The ascendant is like your default character design. Think of it as a "default skin" in a video game. The ASC ruler is like your stylist who works behind the scenes and the mastermind behind your look. The planets in your 1st house, the aspects to your ascendant and to the planets in 1st house is the DLC pack that really customizes your look.

Saturn in 1st/conjunct ASC - Stiff posture. Ages in reverse. Looks 30 at 20 but looks 40 at 60. Deep-set eyes. Wrinkles before 30. Knees, joints, or back always ache even if they are sitting doing nothing. Looks better with age. Ugly duckling as a kid/teen. Sharp defined bone structure as an adult.

Moon in 1st/conjunct ASC - BIG eyes. Puffy cheeks that people want to pinch even when they're grown adults. Pouty lips. Gets sweaty easily. Face constantly changes with emotions so lying here is impossible. Weight fluctuations. Baby face for way too long. Look cute even when crying. Wavy hair but changes with their emotions. Skin is super reactive like blushes easily, bruises easily, sensitive to everything. Round or Moon face.

Pluto in 1st/conjunct ASC - Either scary hot or hot scary. No in-between. A face that barely moves. Either angelic or villainous eyes. Hair is either jet black or deep red or whatever dark shade they wanna color their hair with. Born with a resting face. Unbothered style. Skin either pale as a ghost or deeply striking.

Neptune in 1st/conjunct ASC - Either dreamy or look like they haven't slept in days. Messy at home. Prone to get mysterious acne out of nowhere. Spaced-out eyes. Skin glows weirdly like sometimes as a built-in instagram filter sometimes greasy. Gliding instead of walking. People mistakes them for someone else sometimes.

Uranus in 1st/conjunct ASC - Hair does whatever it wants and never behaves. Either noticeably tall or noticeably short. No in-between. Posture that either as stiff as a board or slouches like a hacker. Randomly winks, raises brow, smirks or stares into nothing.

Sun in 1st/conjunct ASC - Hairline so perfect it looks like CGI. Looks expensive even when broke. Aging slows after 30. Laugh is as contagious as a virus. Neck slightly longer than average. Skin tans fast. Cheekbones pop when smiling. Looks like Greek statue in side angles.

Venus in 1st/conjunct ASC - Dimples, even in weird places. Hips curve like a renaissance painting. Balancing proportions. Gains weight only in right places. Natural symmetrical face. Baby hairs lay perfectly. Doesn't even need nail polish as they can rock without it. Shoulders have a graceful rounded slope. Weight gain makes them hotter. Wide hips, thick thighs and butt. THICC body.

Mars in 1st/conjunct ASC - Forehead vein pops when mad. Prone to random scrapes and scars. Operate at 1.5x speed. Dressing style depends on their mood. Formal when composed, bitchy when annoyed, angelic when warm and boyish when fun. Also hairstyles depend on their mood too. Struggles with hair fall in mid 20's.

Mercury in 1st/conjunct ASC - Mouth is slightly open even when they sleep. Snores. Blinks fast. talk with their hands. Looks younger than they are. Eyes move like they're reading subtitles in real life when talking. Fine or wavy hair sometimes its messy. Nails might be bitten, tapped, or fidgeted with constantly. Short eyelashes. Switchy emotions like smiles one second serious the next.

Jupiter in 1st/conjunct ASC - Gains weight faster than they lose. Rounded or slightly protruding belly if gained even a little weight. Laugh is impossible to ignore. Full wide cheeks like they store snacks there. Broad forehead. Big teeth or an over-exaggerated smile like they are in a tooth paste advertisement. plump lips. Gives "big presence" energy. Large hands and feet.

Sun square ascendant- Face would look slightly irritated even if they don't mean to. Sometimes force their smile or just look like that even when real.

Moon square ASC - Face bloats easily, especially under the eyes. eczema, redness, or dry patches are common. Cheeks puff up randomly.

Venus square ASC - Would think they are not good looking enough. Insecured about their looks. Weirdly pretty. Sometimes looks AI generated. You get me? Lips too big or nose too sharp. Beautiful but off.

Mars opposite ASC - Bad boy/girl vibes. Can look pissed off even when happy.

Sun opposite ASC - Silent but strong type. Can come off either intimidating or bossy.

Uranus square ASC - Unusual eye color, shape, or one bigger than the other. Can't really tell if they are attractive or really unique. It's like features are drawn by different artists.

Neptune square ASC - Can look slightly sleepy or like a fever dream. Soft features but slightly off focus. Look different everytime.

Moon opposite ASC - A living emoji. Puffy under-eyes are permanent.

If you’ve got multiple planets in your 1st house with a ton of aspects, you’re basically ramen noodles - complex, tangled, and impossible to replicate.

DM me for a complete astrology reading! ✨ Check out my pinned post for pricing. 💫

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … LEVI & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT … 900k views

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꩜ actor!levi x gn!actor/actress!reader

⤷ they’re called delusional all the time, but your fans just know that leviyn is real!

sfw, fluff, protective levi, mean fans (comments on weight), swearing, unwanted groping (this is mostly happy i swear), violence (levi ofc), use of ‘brat’ (cliche i know)

a/n: i missed my man. this is the most ideas i’ve ever had for this little series lol.

masterlists

from the actor!character series:

actor!toji masterlist

actor!nanami & y/n being a couple

*

꩜ first clip

after a decade long run, the successful series of ‘attack on titan’ had finally come to an end, and behind the scenes interviews of all the cast members were released.

it’s really no surprise that levi’s interview gained the most attention & popularity.

“it was an honour working with such great and talented people for ten years and i look forward to the legacy that this series will leave. i have no regrets about partaking in this show and i will forever feel it’s impact.”

the interviewer lets levi’s meaningful answer marinate for a few moments, before completely ruining the effect with just one question.

“which of the cast members will you miss working with the most?”

levi clears his throat, eyes squinting, “i..i will miss working with all of them…obviously.”

“it’s y/n though, right? i mean, isn’t she your favourite?”

levi blinks at the interviewer behind the camera.

the interview cuts to behind the scene clips of you and levi; of levi grudgingly giving you a piggy back ride, to you surprise kissing him on the cheek and running away while he blushes and scowls, letting you steal his food and to the most recent one, of the last day on set where he finally accepts your request to give him a hug after ten whole years.

levi looks back to the camera, “no. no, i don’t have “favourites”.”

꩜ second clip

a blurry TMZ clip of you stumbling out of the after party of an awards show (you and levi both left empty handed) with levi by your side, making sure you didn’t fall over.

he wears his slacks and his white, button up shirt and his suit jacket appears to…be worn by you?

you walk like a baby deer, babbling and giggling inaudibly in levi’s ear. he just nods at you, only mildly annoyed and focuses on holding onto your waist to make sure you don’t topple over.

a patent, black limousine pulls up in front of the both of you and levi opens the back door and helps you in, despite your drunken objections. he guides you in by the top of your head, making sure you don’t hit it on the car ceiling and gets in after you before the it drives away.

꩜ third clip

you, sasha and connie make a late appearance to an ‘attack on titan’ cast interview, being more than 20 minutes late (that being all sasha’s fault).

“and- oh, look who finally decided to show up!” exclaimed jean as you and your peers make your late arrival.

the cast cheers and applauds your trio sarcastically, you’re a little embarrassed but connie and sasha revel in the attention, mock bowing and blowing kisses.

you stroll over to where levi sits, with his arms folded and legs crossed.

you look at him.

he looks at you.

“what?” he asks in his default mood of annoyance. “there’s no space here.”

“yeah there is.” you responded, your eyes dropping down to his lap.

levi pauses, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, his face painted with an expression of incredulousness.

and then he sighs in utter exhaustion, giving in and spreading his legs. you smile gleefully, plopping your full weight in his lap.

despite his ‘annoyance’, you both sit like this for the rest of the interview.

and all of your fans are just both so confused and so happy. because they were not prepared for levi, ever so stoic and astute, to just allow you to sit on him and just accept it.

you’re going to make him go grey early.

꩜ fourth clip

a fan recording of you and levi attending NY fashion week and just as you both stand up and begin to take your leave, you are stopped a handsome gentleman.

he speaks to you animatedly, and you smile and laugh with him.

levi on the other hand…is not so friendly.

he simply glares at this random man, unblinking, arms crossed and he seems to be impatient and…maybe a certain other emotion?

the conversation comes to a close. the stranger gives you a small business card and you thank him and say goodbye. the man also waves to levi, but levi simply responds with a stiff nod and walks away with you.

you both walk through the crowd. you turn to him, looking at his face, and you wrap your arm in his one, leaning on you and smiling. he visibly sighs and relaxes, discreetly rubbing your hand with his own.

꩜ fifth clip

you and levi are at a new years event, along with other actors and actresses, including the ones from ‘attack on titan’.

it is ten minutes before new years, and it is freezing - it is 3°C at most.

you and historia are huddled together, absolutely shaking and teeth chattering in the cold.

that’s until levi walks towards the two of you and appears to notice your situation.

he shrugs off his long black coat, leaving him in only his suit, and drapes over yourself and historia.

your head whips to where he stands.

levi clearly tells you, “you should’ve worn a jacket!”

and you respond, with a wide grin on your face, “seems like i didn’t need to.”

historia thanks levi vehemently and you kiss levi’s cheek.

even from metres away, the blush on his cheeks is so very visible.

꩜ sixth clip

it is halloween! you enjoy halloween, always posting a costume of yourself on your instagram every year!

this year, you dressed as a cute vampire. your hair was slicked back and you had fake fangs on your canines. you were a doll!

on your story, you post a video of you.

and levi.

you are recording yourself walking and you come up behind levi, shoving your phone in his face so you both are in the frame.

levi rests on the couch with his eyes clothes.

but he is wearing a costume too.

levi never celebrates halloween. let alone wears costumes outside of acting.

how did you convince him to do this?

“leviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” you growl with face menace, grinning wildly.

“hm?” he hums, barely even paying attention to you.

“i vant to vsuck vour vlood vleeeeviiiiiiiiiiiii…” you chime in jest, opening and closing your mouth to show you fangs.

levi opens one eye, side-eyeing you with immense suspicion. “get away from me.”

“vnoooooooooooooo, vlevvvvvvvvviiii,” you drawl again, opening you mouth an ample amount, and slowly closing in on his neck, “i vant to vsuck vour vblood-”

then his grabbing your hairline and holding you back, causing your eyes to squint and your face to lift.

“are you gonna stop?” he asks. his expression is blank as he scowls.

“nope!” you croak, your voice compromised by the position you’re held in, “vyourr vbloood vvlevvvvvviiii…”

the video cuts to another.

levi is running away from you, his bat cape flapping behind as you chase him.

the camera moves erratically as you manically cackle, “vgivve me vyour vblood vlevviiiiii! vlet ve vsuck vour vblooddd!”

this game of cat and mouse continues until you pounce on him and the video abruptly ends.

in the end, you get a photo with levi, that he willingly partook in, with you biting his smooth, pale neck.

it is safe to say your fans went crazy that day.

꩜ seventh clip

a viral paparazzi clip of you and levi walking out of the set for the movie you’re both working on.

as you walk with levi, an odd man wearing sunglasses comes up behind you and gropes your ass.

you can’t help crying out a loud, “hey!” in complete shock that someone would do that so shamelessly in front of so many people.

levi turns to, wondering what happened. you tell him that, ‘that man’ touched you inappropriately.

he doesn’t even waste any time.

levi storms up to the man, who has the sense to try and walk away, and sucker punches him in the nose.

everyone gasps as the man falls. he clutches his bloody nose, groaning and writhing.

“disgusting scum.” levi spits at the thing crying on the ground.

cameras flash all around you and levi.

levi guides you to the car, opening the passenger door for you and swiftly getting in the drivers side and speeding away.

while he received mostly support from your fans, he also received backlash for “inciting violence” and “not setting a good example”.

he did not care. in his own words, he would “do it again” if he had to.

꩜ eighth clip

a fan q&a was held with the cast of ‘attack on titan’ for the season finale, and fans could ask any questions they wanted!

unfortunately, because they are not interviewers, they lacked the skills usually used by people in media.

and the shame.

after levi answered a question, the host picked out another fan who had their hand raised to ask a question.

“hi, i have a question for ______.” said the fan.

you say hello and then she proceeded to ask, “how much weight did you gain between seasons 3 and 4?”

your looked shocked at the audacity of her to ask such a question and the fans seem to be in agreement, shouting in surprise and even booing the fan.

the host tells her, “please, do not ask inappropriate questions to the cast please.”

“huh? can she not answer questions or…?”

the cast look around awkwardly, glancing at you in concern.

you pick up your microphone to speak. “uh-”

but before you can get a word in, levi is already speaking for you. “can you ask good questions? or…?”

you choke on your spit, and the crowd cheers and whoops, and your cast members laugh and clap as the rude fan is guided out by security.

“tch, these people…” levi curses, “no more shit questions.”

the crowd howls but levi is being dead serious.

the q&a goes on, and levi places his hand on your knee as questions are being answered, seemingly making sure you’re okay. you nod and give him a small smile.

꩜ ninth clip

a clip, recorded by you, of levi working out for his role in a new thriller film.

you wolf whistle, panning down levi’s shirtless body as he does pull ups, “ooh la laaaa!”

levi grunts, dropping down and wiping his head with a cloth. “stop that.”

“an attractive male in his natural habitat - the gym. the attractive male-”

levi snatches the phone from you.

you whine and he points the camera at you, turning the table on you. you are also clothed in gym wear.

“aren’t you supposed to be exercising too? you brat.”

“uhmmm…i’m here for uhhh…moral support?”

cut to you barbell squatting, with levi spotting you from behind.

“ugh! levi i can’t anymore! it’s too heavy!”

“are you serious? it’s ten kilograms.”

“yeah that’s heavy!”

“five more and then you’re done.”

you grunt but power through, doing all five before throwing the barbell onto the floor.

“impressive,” he compliments, “for you.”

you collapse to the floor and give a thumps up to the camera and say, “he loves me, really.”

levi huffs.

he does not deny it though.

*

a/n: i miss him so much i need him back and animated again :’)))

[fear-is-truth]

♱. ‘𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑱𝑨𝒁𝒁 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 — kai anderson HEADCANONS

dark content ; 18 禁 | minors do not interact . . . fluff & smut. period mention. possessive/obsessive behaviour. unprotected p in v. toxic masculinity. allusions to incest (by default)

a/n — did a s7 rewatch to improve my mental health

cooking supper for him and him being an absolute menace. he’s leaning over your shoulder, trying to steal food straight from the pan with his fingers. “it’s not ‘stealing’ if it’s for me,” he smirks, snatching a chicken tender before you can slap his hand away. if you deny him, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and distract you with neck kisses.

intellectual conversations that are really just a flex of his knowledge—he’s quoting machiavelli, tolstoy, nietzsche and of course, shakespeare. kai loves hearing himself talk.

he insists on being the one to pay for everything. groceries, the bills—it makes him feel secure and in control. he needs to be the provider because it validates his worldview. (pretty sexist but still better than that “men lead, women bleed” bullshit)

lying in bed with kai, his arms draped around your waist, chin resting on your stomach. he’s staring up at you like he’s weighing something—caught between honesty and performance. he usually goes with the latter. his voice is rough around the edges as he finally asks, “you think i’m worthy of this? all this weight on my shoulders?” and even though you know he’s just fishing for validation, you still thread your fingers through his hair and tell him yes. of course.

contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t really mind being the little spoon once in a while. but he’s the big spoon by default.

him watching you sleep, convinced you look most divine when unconscious and unaware. you rarely wake up before him. when you do, he’s usually got an arm around your middle and his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

feeding kai his adderall. he doesn’t even think about it anymore; just opens his mouth slightly when you hold the pill between your fingers, chewing it up and swallowing it dry. “good girl,” he presses his forehead to yours before going back to whatever he was doing.

when you fuss over small things—zip up his jacket, tell him not to forget his keys, kiss the corner of his mouth before he leaves—he acts annoyed and says you’re being clingy. but when you don’t do that, it automatically sets him in a bad mood.

he keeps to the same routine when he’s home, lifting dumbbells with one hand while the other scrolls twitter. his man bun’s a bit messy, loose strands of blue sticking to his temple. but the most infuriating part is the way his sweatpants are slung low on his hips, nonchalantly teasing that deep v-line.

him tracking your period like it’s part of his agenda (he’s observant he’s a total creep. he can smell it; that faint metallic sweetness under your usual scent.) oh and he always says it so casually—“you’re bleeding again.” he gets off your sensitivity and irritation.

he insists on showering with you, to “save water” (in reality, kai doesn’t give a fuck about the environment). it always begins with him pretending to be helpful—lightly massaging shampoo into your hair, a touch that’s meant to feel caring, but it doesn’t take long before he grows impatient. that’s when he’ll press his body up against yours, hand sliding down your back, pushing your hair aside to kiss your neck. you can feel his arousal rubbing against your ass, and the next thing you know, he’s turning you against the glass, sliding inside you.

tw : implied incestuous thoughts ; skip this one if you’re understandably uncomfortable

when you come back from shopping with winter sporting matching nails or coordinating outfits, the visual of you and his sister looking like a unit scratches some taboo corner of his brain. he’s possessive over both of you in different, fucked-up ways. jealous that you’re bonding without him, paranoid that winter might steal you, and turned on by how you’re starting to resemble her.

 fear-is-truth 2025 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[dutchiepoo2]

John Marston x Reader: Snuggling hcs

big big soft spot for john marston. he's taken over my brain.

rdr2 aged John in this post. this is also a jumbled mess.

mentions nsfw stuff but not in detail. gender neutral.

John is canonically a snuggler. Thank you, Rockstar!!! -Jelly

John's main love languages are acts of service and physical touch.

So, touch him, right? WRONG. It's not that simple.

Initially, no matter what your intention or relationship is with John, any touch that isn't heading straight towards sex is going to make him very uncomfortable.

If he doesn't know/trust you very well, he might get snappy. He'll yank himself away from you and demand to know what the hell you're doing.

If you already have any sort of sexual relationship, he'll interpret it as a come on, even if it's obviously not. Immediately gets all cocky and annoying and tries to domineer over the situation. He's more comfortable with sex than intimacy, so it's easier for him to go in that direction than face his own vulnerability.

It'll take a lot of trial and error.

If he knows you a little better, and you make it glaringly obvious that this is not you trying to jump his bones (you're just holding hands, he needs to chill out), he is wary and doesn't know how to react.

He likes you, so he doesn't default to his typical anger/attitude.

He might become tense, or quiet, or still. ESPECIALLY if other people are around.

It's kind of disconcerting initially. Let him relax into it, and be kind. He's just trying to soak it in.

Be patient - he hasn't really ever received much affection before. He needs time. It ain't easy being traumatized. :,)

The best way to initiate physical contact without scaring him off is post-sex. That's the physical closeness he's okay with, so it's much easier to piggyback off sex than to start from scratch.

Lay with him when he's feeling good from the afterglow. Lean against his shoulder or hug his arm while you share a cigarette.

If that's not your style, catch him in a good mood at the campfire and sit a little closer. Bump knees or something and joke around with him.

Sit with him while he's fixing something on the wagon and pass him nails and tools. Let your fingers brush. He'll get the message eventually.

Now, how does he initiate?

Before you get into a routine/relationship, he can be a bit shy about initiating physical contact.

He'll awkwardly place his hand on your shoulder or knee, but he'll be so stiff. Not smooth at all.

It's best to not acknowledge it, honestly. Let him become a little more comfortable and a little less embarrassed without him thinking you're judging him (poor John)

Might offer you a hand to balance if you're climbing down from a wagon or stepping over something. Helps you off your horse like you haven't been riding half your life.

He likes to caress. John will just kind of run his fingers or his hand back and forth along your skin or clothes.

Eventually, he'll work his way up to TWO hands on you at the same time. (baby steps!)

He'll come up behind you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. He might even rest his chin on your shoulder and watch whatever task you're doing.

Likes to hug you from behind like this. If he needs attention and you're alone, he'll come up behind you and just lean half his weight on you.

he's heavy

When other people are around, he isn't super affectionate, but will leave lingering touches. Guiding you by your lower back, a hand on your knee, a gentle pat between the shoulder blades. It's sweet.

Behind closed doors, he can be clingy. It's usually only when he's unhappy about something, though.

His day-to-day need for cuddling isn't super crazy, but if he's upset or has been missing you, he'll give you a big hug... from the front!!!

Trust me, it's a big deal. He's letting you see him needing comfort.

Is more than willing to indulge you if you need a hug, too.

Rocks you back and forth.

If you're seeking out touch because you're upset, John places a hand on the back of your head and cradles your face to his shoulder.

When it's bedtime, he wants to unwind from the day close to you.

Canonically a big spoon. It's very hard to spoon him because he always wants to be facing you.

He just likes you :(

If you don't cuddle up to him when you're trying to sleep, he'll grab you anyways.

Also, he's SO HOT and can get quite sweaty. He inevitably moves away in the middle of the night to cool down.

If you wake up before him, please go lay on him. He'll wake up with this lazy grin on his face that will give you butterflies.

Obligatory silly hcs:

I can see him being one of those people who randomly bites/pinches/flicks while cuddling. He likes seeing you caught off guard!

REALLY wants to run his fingers through your hair, because it feels so good when you do it to him. Don't let him do it. He'll accidentally rip half your hair out of your scalp.

If he's helping you climb up something, puts a hand on each of your ass cheeks and pushes. He usually pushes too hard, and you fall off balance.

Will ALWAYS comment when you smell bad, but will still want to hug you. Gets a little butthurt if you do the same.

Occasionally violently twitches in his sleep. If he falls asleep holding you, you might find yourself being jerked awake by his random sudden movements. If you try to move around, he'll grumble at you for "waking him up."

[luminiamore]

I'm in an Eren mood, and just found your bomb fics🫶🏾!! I was wondering if you can do a tomboy/boxer(or weight lifter) reader who has a smart mouth with Eren, they're really competitive and always arguing(jokingly, because they both have smart mouths) it can smut or not whatever you feel🩷🩷

SUCKER.

best friend eren x boxer black reader

warnings: ex jean, eren HATES jean, pussy eating, recording, great sex/mean ren

a/n: doing a part two 🫶🏾

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Friday night, 11 p.m.

A small gathering was taking place while you were at Connie’s house. Your friends, including your annoying best friend Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Historia, her girlfriend Ymir, and your ex-boyfriend, Jean, were there. Your use of the term ‘friend’ for him is rather polite. You were here, drinking rather than mentally preparing for your match in the upcoming week at home.

You were lying on the couch. Eren lazily leaned his head on your lap, entertaining himself with random Instagram reels on his phone while holding a bottle of Cognac in his unaccompanied hand. Card games were being played by the rest of the crowd to entertain themselves. As you were all quite drunk, Connie made the decision to introduce a drinking game.

“Not gon’ play with them?” He whispers, the sound still rumbling against your exposed thighs.

You sigh, actually contemplating it. You probably would’ve said no if you were sober —scratch that—you definitely would’ve said no. You know that Eren wouldn’t play unless you did. His ego is too big to admit it, but he followed you around like a lost puppy. The only reason he came here was because of you.

“I might. Join me? We should keep a score to see who gets the most points.” You grin, head spinning when you abruptly shift your position.

“Compelling. What kind of points?”

“Isn’t this game like you have to answer a question or drink? I get to drive your beamer for a week if I answer the most questions. And you have to buy me new gloves for my match.” You poke his shoulder as you speak. You see his eyebrows raise up in amusement.

He snorts, “And what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want? And don’t say nothing crazy, I’ll fuck you up.”

At that, he gives an amused laugh, “Girl, please. You can’t even reach my face. Short ass.”

You flick his forehead with your finger, snickering when he groans a bit. “Reached it now, didn’t I?”

“You’re not funny. Nobody laughed, actually.”

“I did. Now, answer the question, fore’ I do it again.”

You get an eye roll and a sly smile on his pink lips as if he has come up with some devious plan. You would’ve started regretting this, but you’re not a quitter. You started this shit, and you’re gonna finish it through.

“You have to do anything I say for a week.”

You suck your teeth, “We not in some video on Pornhub, boy. Be for real.”

“Any video starring you and me in it would have Hollywood rushing to put it on the big screen. You be for real.”

That renders you silent. For a moment, no one says anything. Eren just stares intently into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“.. That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

There’s nothing much to say after that. You push Eren’s head up so you can stand, ass jiggling in the shorts you were wearing. As if by magic, he follows behind you, with you failing to notice his gaze drifting downwards to give your ass a drooling gaze.

They gathered in the living room and sat in a nearly perfect circle. You opted to seat yourself right next to where Sasha was sitting. Eren, of course, shoved Jean, who was sitting on the opposite side, to sit next to you. You would have said something before you and Jean broke up, but that isn’t your man.

Your relationship with Eren was a source of jealousy for him, leading to your split. For years, you and Eren had been friends; you had practically grown up together. Your moms had been friends, so by default, you two started hanging out every single day since grade school. The two of you were very close, extremely close. You slept in the same bed together; he was your first kiss, and you were his. You even lived in the same apartment.

You’re not oblivious. At least you don’t think you are. It was always clear to you that having a boyfriend would necessitate changes. The act of sleeping in the same bed and cuddling with Eren would necessitate changing. Eren reluctantly understood, but there are times when you wake up in the morning and find him fast asleep on your stomach.

Every day, Jean would complain about Eren being too close to you and how he doesn’t like him living with you. He suggested that you move in with him a month after you started dating. You two hadn’t even fucked yet.

You would never drop Eren, he was too important to you. So, it’s safe to say your relationship with Jean didn’t last long.

You ignore his gaze on you as you giggle at something Sasha said. Connie finally comes back with a stack of cards that say ‘Truth or Drink: Dirty and Sex Edition’ and a bottle of Hennessy.

“Ya’ll know the drill, answer the question, or take a shot. Don’t be pussy, though.” He addresses the group over music playing.

The game gets off to a fast start. The questions began simple, such as ‘Are you a virgin?’ or ‘How many bodies do you have?’ These are not things that should make anyone feel ashamed. Eventually, they became a bit more intimate, at least for you. You had 9 points, and Eren was in the lead with 12 points.

“Your turn, (☆).” Connie addresses you.

After pulling a card from the pile, the next question causes your breath to pause. Swiping the bottle, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the burn this drink will give you.

You’re stopped short by Eren, “Aht— you gotta tell us what the question says.”

“Not important.” You take a sip, gagging when the flavor finally hits your mouth. You’re too occupied to notice Eren quickly removes the card from your lap. When he reads it out loud, you almost choke on your spit.

“Have you ever hooked up with a friend?” In response to the rest of the group’s ‘Ooohs,’ he snickers at you.

You smack his head lightly, “Asshole.”

“Who you fucked, girl?” Sasha pokes at you. The attention is entirely on you, causing your face to flush in embarrassment.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Was it Eren?” Jean’s voice prompts a quick turn of your head. He looked so angry, so ticked that he could explode if you said one wrong word. You answered to avoid causing a scene,

“No.”

You’re nearly afraid to look at Eren, yet you realize he’s staring at you. His gaze was burning on the side of your face, making you squirm. Jean’s scoffing shows he didn’t believe you, but you’re not here to argue with your ex. Connie recognizes that you no longer want to talk about it, so he turns the spotlight on him when he pulls another card.

You’re about to send a grateful glance to him for that, but your body stiffens when Eren whispers in your ear,

“You just gonna lie to him like that?”

You grit your teeth, keeping your voice as low as possible, “Shut up.”

“What, you gonna protect his feelings?” Eren’s energy is condescending and irritable, to say the least.

“I’m protecting your frail ass ego. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you when I tell them you didn’t even make me cum.” You lie through your teeth, smirking, thinking you won.

You almost yelp when you feel a pinch on the side of your hips, “C’mon, mama. Your body never lies, especially not to me. Remember those pretty moans clear as day— ‘Oh, daddy! Right there— gonna cu-’”

Your hand covers his mouth, and you’re about to smack him again when you feel that stupid, cunning smile against your hand. You pause and sigh in relief when you realize that no one has heard him, as they’re too preoccupied with Sasha, who’s indulging in the bottle. No one except Jean, who’s practically seething in anger as he glares at Eren.

- -

It was now one in the morning. Most people were passed out because of how drunk they were. Only you, Eren, and Jean were awake, with Jean nearing sleep while staring at his phone. It goes without saying that Eren won the bet; he had no shame when it came to his sexual innuendos.

You’re about to get up from your seat on the floor, but Eren’s grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. You try to look at him but realize he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his eyes are intently focused on the shorts you’re wearing with a frown.

“You good?” You speak, thinking that your sudden voice will dislodge his gaze.

“Hmm. These shorts aren’t easy access.”

That’s the message the liquors are trying to convey -- it must be. You and Eren only slept together once, but you assured him that it was a mistake that wouldn’t happen again to keep your friendship intact. He handled it well, perhaps too well. Almost like he was expecting you to say that. As if you hadn’t experienced heaven on Earth that night, you both returned to your normal lives.

“Eren, there are people here.” You whisper rather harshly.

He unbuttons the only button on your garments, “I don’t see anyone.”

“Jean is right there.”

“..Anyone important.”

Your eyes widen when he plays with the hem of your peaking panties now that your shorts are loose. He’s so stealthy with it, too, like he’s not doing anything wrong. You have to snap out of it when you realize you’re in a room full of friends. You slap his hand,

“We’re not doing this here.”

His response is quick, “Oh, so if we weren’t here, you would?”

“If you two are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Jean is downright peeved by the sexual tension that is erupting between you two. At this point, he’s just annoyed. Annoyed that his suspicions were confirmed. You two are definitely more than just friends.

You freeze, failing to remember that he was still awake for a moment.

“Jean, it’s not like that-”

“It is like that. I might take you up on that offer, Jean boy.” Eren abruptly ends your sentence with a gleaming smile, making it clear that he’s only trying to annoy him. He’s petty like that. You’re tempted to hit him again.

“No, it’s not. Stop being petty-”

Eren turns to you abruptly, eyes zeroed in on your lips. His voice is purposely loud so Jean can hear precisely what he’s saying to you. “Will you let me eat your pussy again if we leave here, (☆)?”

You gasp, your pussy tightening a bit at how desperate his tone is. You really want to say yes, but you know that’s the liquor talking. It has to be. Jean scoffs, pulling you out of your daze.

You scowl and push his hands off you, “I’m leaving, and I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

When you stumble to stand, he watches you, his eyes fixed on the fatness of your ass and its movement. These shorts are a favorite of his. He sighs, his lips twitching as he speaks,

“Can I-”

“No.” And with that, you stumble off to the room, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Eren makes the decision to return to the couch in the living room to sleep. Jean’s eyes never leave him all the time, and when he catches him staring, he doesn’t fail to stare back,

“The fuck are you looking at?”

Monday afternoon, 3 p.m.

“Imma be real with you. I’m all for equality and shit, but seriously, you hit like a girl.”

The deep voice of your best friend flutters in your ears as you throw another punch at the hand he’s holding up. You’re both in the boxing ring at your local gym, practicing for your next match.

As always, your best friend is there to help you and throw some lighthearted insults your way.

“Eren, please don’t get fucked up.”

He gives a laugh, a genuine one that makes you roll your eyes, “Oh yeah? With those weak ass hits? Forgive me if I’m not shaking in my shoes right now.”

You throw another hit at his wrapped-up hand, harder this time. You can tell by the way his unwavering hands move a little. You grit your teeth at the fact that he doesn’t wholly stumble back.

“Yo,’ ass was damn sure shaking in your shoes when I almost folded you.”

“So, we lying now?” That little smirk that was forming on his face never backed down.

It almost irritates you how arrogant he is. Connie and Eren always get into these friendly play fights, never anything serious. But that’s just your best friend. If anything, you would probably chew up any other person with your mouth. Connie, for example. Not Eren, though; he always had something to say back.

“Every word that comes out your mouth is a lie.” Your whisper

“You not any better.”

You hit his hand again, “Now, what the hell are you yapping about.”

“Why would you lie to your little boyfriend yesterday?” His voice is low and calculated as he questions you. He was getting heated again.

“Ex. And I’m not sorry. I didn’t want to tell the man who’s been worried about us the entire time we dated that I got your dick wet.”

“Dated. Past tense. So, why the fuck are you worried about it?” Now, he holds your hands to prevent you from moving.

You huff, “I’m not rude, Eren. I have no beef with the man. Now, let’s keep practicing, please.”

You think he’s going to release your hands, but he only stares at you. Your heart is racing. Does he really feel upset about this?

It seems he is because Eren pulls your body out of the ring and drags you to the nearest locker room. The gym is closed today, only opened to the two of you because he’s friends with the owner. Now that he has you to himself, he has no worries about anyone ruining this moment.

You would have protested; your resolve is usually stronger than this. But it’s Eren. Your Eren. Your best friend who happens to be really good with his tongue, his fingers, and that absolute monster in between his legs.

Fuck it feels so electric when his tongue laps in between your wet folds, your body squirming on the bench he seated you on. You can’t stop twitching, your arousal just overflowing on his tongue.

“Thought this was a mistake? ‘It can never happen again’, that’s what you said right?” He lightly bites on your clit, relishing in the gasp you emit.

“Look at you now, letting it happen again.”

He pushes two fingers past your walls and rapidly moves them in and out, grazing your spongy spot. They’re curling inside you, and with every stroke, you feel yourself falling more into a haze. Your eyes start crossing as Eren stirs up your insides.

You whimper out, “S-Shut up. Shitt.”

“Oh, no. You’re gonna listen t’me today. Maybe we should send a video to Jean, show him everything he could never do to you.”

You hate yourself for it, but the thought of it gets you even wetter for some reason. With the way your best friend chuckles against your core as the squelching sounds coming from you get louder, he can tell, too. Your pretty brown pussy is just splashing on his face, he’s in love with it— in love with you.

He rasps out breathily, “Wet my face, baby.”

Your face twists as he works his fingers against your cervix. The sounds coming from you are simply divine. The heat in your stomach is palpable, and the heat in every crevice of your body is sizzling and electrified.

“Want me to fuck you, right? Cum then, (☆).”

It’s as if your body knows what he’s saying because you release immediately. Your body shakes when you squirt. Your addicting juices spraying all over his fingers— his face. Eren slurps up everything you have to offer, and its sounds are just so obscene that you’re sure anyone would know what’s going on if they just walked by the door. Your loud moans would probably give it away, too.

Eren deliberately takes his time creeping up to your panting lips and pulling his thick fingers out of your walls. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs when he kisses your lips. The taste of your essence makes your pussy drip as he sucks on your tongue. You love it, so drunk off the taste of him.

You frantically pull his hips onto yours, unaware that he’s already pulled his dick out. It’s not much for his tip to force itself inside of you. He has to do most of the work to fuck the rest of his inches in. You’re gasping against his lips, trying to moan, but he won’t let you. Every time, he swallows them.

It’s torture. He’s so thick that it stings a little. He gets a little impatient and slams into you all at once. Screaming in a muffled voice, you quickly press your hands on his stomach. He’s making your pussy sing some nasty noises that make you feel so good.

You’re squirming your body as Eren starts feeding you gut-punching stokes. That won’t do.

With a harsh grip on your wrists, he pushes them above your head with one hand. “I couldn’t make you cum, right?”

You huff, your eyes rolling back in your head when he abuses your cervix. It’s too late for you to realize when Eren takes out your phone. He knows your password and keeps thrusting in you when he opens Jean’s message thread. He scoffs when he realizes you haven’t yet blocked and deleted his number.

That catches your attention as your eyes struggle to settle on him, “W-What are you doing?”

He shuts you up by speeding up his movements. Shit. You almost choke on your spit when he leans his body on you so hard your legs are reaching your ears. The only inkling you get that he’s recording is when your ears catch on the sound it makes when he presses that red button.

You don’t stop him or even struggle against his hold. You can only morph your face into pleasurable expressions as he makes you feel euphoria. He sets your phone on the wall behind the bench, and he can see it’s showcasing the both of you. Good.

Eren, let’s go of your wrists to use both hands to press on the back of your thighs into the wood underneath you. You feel him deeper this way, his bulge pressing against your stomach every time his tip touches your womb. He finds joy in the fact that the camera captured that.

“Ren— baby— I’m g-gonna make another mess.” You whine, pressing on his stomach to stave off your impending orgasm—it does nothing. Nothing, but make him push harder so you can feel how deep he’s going.

“Go on then. Show the camera how messy you get for me and only me.”

Your breathing stutters, “Only you— fuckkk. S’too m-much”

“You love me, baby?”

You cum right then, choking on your moans as you barely get your words out, “Love you so much.”

He groans against your ears when he fills your pussy with his seed. It’s so much, too, so thick, you feel as if it’s coming out your throat. This is what you craved the most, the feeling of his cum stuffing you. You’ve dreamed about this since he did it for the first time.

Feeling worn out, you are basking in the afterglow while breathing heavily. Eren never takes his dick out of you, but he takes this moment to end the video and quickly sends it to Jean with a small message accompanying it,

she lied, lol. 😂

[vashito]

I know you posted a drawing of them once but I'd love to learn more about your tav from bg3 if you're willing to share

Ohhh i neeeed to draw them again, it's been ages. I've renamed them Grim, i wanted to find a name cuz i just was using Tav for months but wanted something unique instead of just keeping the default. and it suits them cuz they're an absolute grump 💜

Grim is a Drow, often in a bad mood, leans negative, either keeps quiet or is griping. everything's annoying. Hates (almost) everyone. Resting litch face.

[beechu-beechu]

As someone who has been a fandom artist for a long time I have to say that everyone always thinks that theyre in the worst fandom but the truth is that anything w wide appeal will attract in all sorts of odd characters— the kinds of people that you just dont want to deal with. Thats why fandom is truly just best enjoyed if its u brain rotting in a corner with people who u like and showing appreciation to the people who create the stuff you like seeing n reading

Bc I frequent several socmed platforms to share my art, it really is just a Twitter™️ thing sometimes. The default mood there is being tense n wanting to bite ppl who mildly annoy u and fandom twt isnt exempt from that

[saeun]

sick with you haitani ran & rindou.

sum. new side quest unlocked: babysitting your sick boyfriend bc he got too cocky in a brawl. bonten tl ( in my head )

ran lays his head on your shoulders, whimpering at the feeling. his body's hot, he feels like he's going to explode. unable to keep it in any longer, he drags out your name in raspy whisper.

ran is sick. sick and bedridden due to spraining a muscle. as dangerous as he is now, he's never gotten rid of the peculiar habit of trying to appear fancy. as the causes and effects take its course, one lead to another and ran's back to being nursed by you.

is ran annoying? by default.

does it get worse depending on his mood? absolutely.

combine a regular ran with a sick ran and you get the personality of a five-year-old: fussy, hungry, lazy, sleepy and wants undivided attention. when ran is sick it leads to him being clingy. he wants your touch — whether it's by holding hands or trapping you under his limbs.

"okay, can i pleaseee move? pretty please? cherry on top?" begging for your freedom, you wiggle around but not enough to trigger his headache.

digging his head deeper into the junction of your neck-to-shoulder, he mutters a "no," squeezing your waist tighter.

the position, for him, is heavenly comfort. laid atop you, under the soft duvets. his body's stationed between your legs with one of it resting on his back. his hair's tousled, strands of lavender and black scattered across his face and your chest. if you were to be honest, he looks pretty. domestic times like this drag you away from the violent ways of your boyfriend outside the house. well, you would admit it if it wasn't for his body sinking you down the mattress. seriously, you can't breathe. as much as you adore him you're not dying like this.

"ran, sweetie, please get off me."

"don't want to."

"alright." you accepted defeat.

nothing could've prepared you for the absolute battle that came with a sick and irritated rindou. ever since the sun snuck behind the clouds he's been coughing for his life like a sick victorian child. he does not need your pestering ringing his ears. he loves you a lot but you need to put that seaweed soup down.

upon seeing your menacing figure at the door, rindou immediately hides his face under a pillow. he knows what you are — what you're here for. you won't win against him nor will you get past his barriers especially if it's the soup in your hands.

"rin, i brought some painkillers, water and an energy drink."

mission failed tremendously. barriers have been broken beyond repair. the intruder has won.

peeking at you, his hand reaches out for yours. "gimme the energy drink, please."

"sit up first," you urged him, sitting at the edge of the bed. "and you're going to have some water first."

groaning, rindou sits up and slouches. he shifts his body's weight on one side to lean onto you. he slides one hand under your shirt, mindlessly caressing your stomach. it doesn't take long before another wave of pain hits him like a tsunami. immediately, he cowers.

"hurts a lot," rindou groans.

"i know, baby," you spoke softly, squeezing his thigh in a controlled rhythm. "you have to take the painkiller for help."

rindou succumbs to the pain. being rendered unable to disagree, he can only nod once as a reply.

[sleepingdeath-light]

autistic s/o hcs ; chuuya nakahara, doppo kunikida, fyodor dostoevsky, gin akutagawa, ryuunosuke akutagawa

requested by ; anonymous (04/03/25)

fandom(s) ; bungou stray dogs

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; chuuya nakahara, doppo kunikida, fyodor dostoevsky, gin akutagawa, ryuunosuke akutagawa

outline ; “BSD CHARACTERS WITH AN AUTISTIC S/O

(Characters I'd like to be included: Chuuya, Fyodor, both Akutagawa siblings (separately ofc), Kunikida and maybe some other that you can add unless that's already too many)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

chuuya nakahara

very caught off guard the first time he saw/heard you stimming because he had no idea that was a thing. once you explain it to him he’s pretty chill about the whole thing — but if you have echolalia and he’s in a playful mood he may try and mess with you a bit (not to be mean he just thinks it’s funny, and thinks you’re cute when you’re annoyed with him)

thinks it’s cute as hell when you get super into a new hobby or piece of media and will spoil you to hell and back — doesn’t matter to him how expensive the merch/equipment/whatever is, you’re his partner goddamnit and he will make sure you have it!

also loves listening to you rant and infodump about the things you love so never feel like you’re getting ‘too excited’ or talking ‘too much’ because he will very quickly knock that idea out of your head. whenever he’s away on longer missions and the two of you are apart, he’ll ask you to hop on the phone for a bit or to send him voice notes about whatever niche facts you’ve learned and he’ll listen to them before he falls asleep (it helps him unwind and get over his homesickness for a while)

chuuya is a very attentive boyfriend by default and that extends well past just helping you tactfully avoid situations that could lead to discomfort or even outright sensory overload — it also involves him checking out any potential date locations well in advance to see what the lighting is like, whether they have foods you can safely enjoy, how busy they are, and so on. can’t have his partner feeling uncomfortable on a date now, can he?

not above threatening or even outright fighting people who try and treat you like a child or like you’re stupid because of your autism — he’s killed people for far less, after all

while his work as a port mafia executive isn’t the most conducive to keeping a consistent schedule from day to day, he does his best to be as undisruptive to your routine as possible. naturally there are times where he’ll need to reschedule or cancel, or where he runs late because of missions or paperwork or whatever, but he does his due diligence to keep you informed so you aren’t unsettled or thrown off too much by his work

doppo kunikida

doesn’t really pay much mind to your stims, be they physical or verbal, and once he’s seen/heard them he just stops registering them for the most part (i.e. he’s not going to point them out or react when you do them in the future). at most he’ll be briefly caught off guard when you develop a new stim, but after that he just goes about his life as normal

tries his best to at least be aware of whatever you’re fixating on at any given time so that he can talk to you about it, but don’t expect him to be able to match your enthusiasm on everything. he does always listen to your rants though, so surely that counts for something

as your boyfriend, he’s very tuned in to your body language and has a keen awareness of the things that are most likely to overwhelm or overstimulate you (e.g. what foods or textures to steer clear of, what areas are the loudest/busiest, and so on). so the second he notices you starting to get overwhelmed he’ll help you get out of the situation as smoothly and quickly as possible before deferring to his notebook and fetching you all the things that he knows will help you decompress

when it comes to picking up social cues and roundabout language, if that’s something you happen to struggle with, then he’ll happily do whatever he can to help ‘keep you in the loop’ as it were. and that can mean anything from giving you a notebook filled with turns of phrase that usually go over your head and their implied meanings for you to refer back to, to being more straightforward with his own language around you, to quietly helping you follow along with any subtle signs you might have missed. it’s a process for sure, but he manages to make it work

if establishing and following set schedules and routines is something you benefit from, then kunikeda may just be the best partner you could possibly have — after all, that notebook isn’t just something he carries around for the sake of it! just say the word and he’ll help you come up with the most ideal schedule possible for you to follow

(and he’s not above smacking anyone upside the head if they try to intentionally disrupt your routines to mess with you for whatever reason)

fyodor dostoevsky

fyodor is quite possibly the most well informed person on this list when it comes to autism — in large part because he went above and beyond when looking into you and your background before the two of you became an item, but also because he just pays close enough attention to you to pick up on your likes, dislikes, and habits without you ever needing to tell him outright

on slower days, when all he’s able to do is sit at his desk and stare at screens of data for hours at a time, he’ll invite you to sit with him and talk to him about whatever you’re interested in at the moment — your rambling and info dumping is a welcome reprieve from the monotony of his work and he just generally doesn’t mind sitting and listening to you talk (he thinks you have a lovely voice)

indulges you a lot and will fund your hyperfixations as they come and go, but his help does come with the condition that you don’t let yourself get too caught up with your new hobby or favourite thing. i.e. he’ll buy you whatever merch or equipment you want/need but you need to keep your collections confined to their designated room(s) and not let it eat into the rare time you get to spend together — a pretty fair trade off all things considered

very aware of any textures/sensations/etc. that bother you and will do everything he can to help you avoid them in your day-to-day life — and as long as you don’t exit his sphere of influence you just straight up will never have to deal with anything like that. likewise he’s quick to step in if he notices you getting overstimulated and will remove you from the situation in a subtle but effective manner

to be perfectly honest, being in a relationship with fyodor means that you’re not really going to need to interact with anyone outside of a very select group of individuals so picking up on any social cues stops being a major concern after a while. but if you’re really worried about upsetting, say, sigma of all people then he’ll step in and help you out

if you’re someone who needs a set routine and to be given time to mentally prepare for something in advance then he’s more than happy to accomodate you: workshopping a schedule that fits your needs, arranging dates weeks in advance and telling you what you’ll be doing to avoid stress, keeping you as in the loop as he reasonably can so you’re not too caught off guard or majorly disrupted by his elaborate plans, and so on — for someone who is often called a ‘demon’, fyodor can be remarkably empathetic and accommodating when he wants to be

gin akutagawa

had no clue what autism actually was when the two of you met — like of course she’d heard the word before and she was aware that it was something that people had, but that was about it — but once you told her that you were autistic she did a bit of homework on her own to actually understand the condition, and all credit to her she really does get it

thinks it’s cute when you get so happy/excited that you start stimming and is not afraid to pull a knife on anyone who tries to mock or infantilise you because of any particular stims you have. she adjusts more easily to physical stims (like hand flapping for example) than vocal stims, but once she knows that you’re just stimming and not trying to communicate anything specific she’ll get used to them pretty quickly

whenever she goes out shopping and she sees something related to whatever you’re hyperfixating on at the moment she’ll buy it for you — and while this is a cute habit of hers, it won’t take long for you to end up with drawers upon drawers of nicknacks that are adjacent to your interests… as well as any official gear/merch/etc. that she can get her hands on. she just likes making you happy is all

very quick and subtle about making sure you’re not in a situation where you’re sure to get overstimulated or experience sensory overload. she precisely cuts the labels out of your clothes once she knows they fit you right, cutting them perfectly so there’s no bothersome threads left behind. she changes out the lights in her apartment to ones that are less flashy or bright of that bothers you. she gets new blankets and towels for when you come around if the textures of her old ones mess with you. she memorises the ingredients and recipes to your safe foods off by heart. and, being an assassin, it goes without saying that she’s very good at getting you out of overwhelming social situations without causing a scene

more of a listener than a talker by nature so never feel like you’re talking too much or getting overexcited with her because she loves hearing about the things you’re passionate about — you’re, like, the only real reprieve she gets from her work with the pm so she treasures these moments more than you might realise

ryuunosuke akutagawa

takes note of your stims and generally registers them as just ‘a thing you do sometimes’ and thus doesn’t react to them much. will use his ability on anyone who tries to patronise, mock, or belittle you for stimming — would also sooner cut off his own leg than admit to it (hates being thought of as soft or protective, but he really really is)

never really ‘gets’ your hyper fixations and will occasionally, on instinct, insult your interests (he gets better about this over time but old habits are hard to break), but he will begrudgingly indulge you and buy you whatever you want/lend you his black card so you can buy things. don’t expect him to be fawning over your favourite series any time soon, but know that he is listening and paying attention to what you’re talking about (he may not show it well all of the time, but he does care about you and he wants to understand you… even if he truly doesn’t get what’s so awesome about this character you like)

whenever you experience sensory overload/get overstimulated akutagawa will do one of two things. the first option involves him using rashoumon to swiftly and effectively destroy/kill what/whoever was responsible for you getting so overwhelmed and uncomfortable. the second option involves him removing you from the situation and awkwardly standing next to you and trying his best to calm you down for a while — usually done when he’s in a situation where he cannot activate his ability for whatever reason (e.g. you’re at a gathering with other executives)

if you happen to struggle with social cues and metaphorical language then, unfortunately, your boyfriend isn’t going to be able to help you all that much. sure he’s always very straightforward and always says and does exactly what he means, but he’s in much the same boat as you as far as other people are concerned — difference being that he doesn’t care

if you struggle with breaking routine or need to work with an established schedule from day to day then akutagawa will work around your timetable as best as he can. of course in his line of work there will inevitably be times where he needs to cancel or reschedule your plans at the last minute, but he always tries to give you as much notice as he feasibly can — and, in his own way, he does try and make up for his absences once he’s back home

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

You will not headcanon Charlie as wearing tap dancing shoes by default- yes I will

Fine. you are not imagining Vaggie the dancer being light on her feet and almost soundless when she prowls around in her flats- yes I am

The hotel guests are NOT being simultaneously tormented by the constant clicking of Charlie being heard clear across the hotel, and on the flips side, the constant jump scares of suddenly finding a glowering woman with a spear coming up noiselessly behind them-Yeasss the are~

Ok. so what does a hotel menaced by tap step charlie and soundless step vaggie LOOK like???

Alastor's the best at hiding how freaked out or annoyed he is, but not enough to keep HIMSELF from noticing how he clutches his microphone in a death grip whenever Vaggie suddenly slips silently past him spear first- Charlie's tapping is worse tho, hours later he'll be up in his BLESSEDLY sound proof radio tower and somehow STILL hear that INFERNAL tapping again anyway, and then he looks down, and it's own hand tapping on his sound board, and for the one millionth time he wonders if this is all really worth slowly losing his sanity over

Niffty times her kills to the sound of Charlie's distant tapping and when she gleefully tells Charlie about this at some point Charlie almost starts crying over the dead bugs. A few times Niffty's caught sight of completely noiseless Vaggie out of the corner of her eye (heh) and the two ended up crossing spear / needle point on reflex. It becomes a kind of friendly greeting for them after a while. Sometimes they even fence each other for a bit while parkouring / scuttling over the furniture. Charlie caught them doing this once and was Not Pleased (but it's for FRIENDSHIP so...)

Pentious likes Charlie's tapping and clickedy clicking. He hums and bobs his head along to it while working on his next totally not a destructive weapon machine, sometimes while the egg boiz do a little dancing the background between handing him things. Vaggie's silent patrols left him literally scared stiff at first but then they started to feel reassuring and by the end he's reaction to getting jump scared by her is to snap into a crisp salute and stay like that until she moves on

Angel Dust pretends to like Charlie's tapping just to annoy Husk. Husk knows it's bullshit but is usually too run down from his current hangover to really argue effectively, and for all that yelling at his dumbass crush hurts his head it at least downs out the damned tapping- which is what Angel was aiming for anyway. Neither of them EVER get used to Vaggie haunting the hotel like a silent spear carrying ghost. Swearing or shrieking are how they handle Vaggie encounters when alone- mutual clinging and terrified hugging is what happens if she spooks them when they're in glomping distance of each other. Vaggie will never let them see how she smirks as she slips away afterwards. Vaggie might be hunting them specifically, on purpose, just to trigger more vaguely romantic haunted house huskerdust moments. it's solidarity. probably. partly, anyway

Charlie does get jump scared by Vaggie sometimes (re: ep 1) but the switch from "heart pounding due to shock" and "heart pounding bc she looking at her gf <3" is very smooth and Charlie kinda loves the happy adrenaline rush of sudden girlfriend appearances, which is why Vaggie never tied noise makers or bells to herself, which she offered to do once after spooking Charlie but no, Charlie thinks being gf haunted is cool and FUN

Vaggie loves that Charlie's shoes make the tapping sounds. She loves being able to stop whenever she wants and listen and either know exactly where Charlie is in the hotel and her current mood (stiff anxious pacing / happy skipping / thoughtful foot tapping / actual excited dancing / literal giddy tap dancing), or, if things are too quiet, that's Vaggie cue to pause what she's doing and go check on her suspiciously silent gf (just in case charlie is Sad)

Cherri Bomb's reaction to all this is explosive. as in, she mistakes charlie's tapping for the ticking of one of her bombs and runs around trying to find it while it seemingly also runs around the hotel just head of her, usually ending in Cherri throwing a bomb in frustration (she was just trying to make a short cut she SWEARS), or Vaggie surprises her at just the wrong time while she's working on a bomb in the hotel lobby (it's a communal area ok she should be allowed to do her hobbies there as long as she cleans up afterwards- plus there's more room in case of a blast radius) and yes, if Vaggie startles her, there usually IS. A blast. Radius. along with quite a bit less lobby left over afterwards

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Hey! I was thinking of trying to write something for you about DU Drow but after a trying to gather stuff about him via your page I’m struggling to get something substantial for his personality- like I get it mostly (I think?) but it’s hard to put into words (which makes it easier for me) so if it’s not too much to ask; how would you explain DU Drows personality and maybe some of his values? - if you don’t mind! I love your art BTW!

Man, this is a tough ask and I MADE the guy. The fic is definitely the best place to see his personality in action, but it is also 20 chapters long so far - and I'm a fairly reasonable man.

Before I get to any descriptions, there's two important things to note: A) Overwhelmingly, his looks do not match his demeanor. and B) DU drow is extremely hedonistic in practice. He might claim to have certain beliefs or standards but hardly ever practices them.

Anyways, I present to you: The guy, more-or-less summarized to the best of my abilities.

BEHAVIOR: Purposefully standoffish. He wants to be noticed, but he does not want to be bothered. He's a little bit stiff with his body language and mostly makes use of head/neck gestures to assert his sentences and signal his level of interest. On that note, me makes it extremely obvious for the socially-versed individual to tell what he thinks of them - he hardly ever tries to hide if he's disinterested, annoyed, or having a laugh at your expense. He expresses emotion through his face a normal amount, but his default look is eerily bland, and subtle emotions might go unnoticed because of his eye-color and thin brows.

As it is with most people, the more uncomfortable he is with a situation the more stiff and inexpressive he becomes, and vice versa.

SPEECH: DU drow is very much well spoken, and simultaneously very blunt. He abides by most conversational formalities (definitely more formal than you would assume him to be) and basic etiquette. He will greet you and he will say please and thank you even if clearly not meaning it or feeling like you're unworthy of the gesture. Sometimes, he does it just to be patronizing.

With all of that in mind, he has a tendency to use violent turns of phrase and analogies to express himself, this applies to both negative and positive feelings. That being said he's aware of social norma and knows full well when things are or aren't appropriate, even if sometimes he chooses to ignore that and be weird anyway - usually with the purpose of intimidation.

He is the most earnest and sincere with very close friends (quite literally only Astarion and Shadowheart) and rather curt with everyone else unless you catch him in a particularly good mood. He's a little chummier with dwarves and duergar (he finds them amusing and fun to hang out with) and reserves a slight bit more tenderness and kindness for children and mothers, especially if they're elves. He's also fond of animals. He is dismissive of gnomes, goblins, bugbears, half/full orcs and hobgoblins. He despises githyanki and drow. He treats humans fairly respectfully but thinks they are a far lesser race than pretty much all others.

He has a very dark/offensive sense of humor and a tendency to make well crafted, but cruel jokes or quips about sensitive topics. This goes for everybody, including people he's on good terms with.

VALUES: Here's where things get tricky. DU drow is both a hypocrite and a unreliable narrator of his own story, not to mention deeply unfamiliar with his own inner-workings and feelings. Politically, he would be the guy who doesn't vote, doesn't want to pay taxes and dreams of living off the grid, who thinks everybody should pull themselves up by the bootstraps and that it's a dog-eats-dog world. He hates systems of government, authority figures, hierarchical structures and archaic customs. He believes it would a chaotic but functional world if people governed themselves.

In practice, he doesn't stand for anything and gladly overlooks injustices and things that don't align with his supposed values as long as they favor him, or just don't get in his way, and easily makes exceptions for things on a whim. He's indifferent to slavery; unless it's Astarion's. - He thinks humans are a worthless pet-race, except for his dearest and nearest friend, the half-elf Shadowheart. He thinks Half-orcs are intellectually inferior, but he will gladly be chummy with them if they amuse him and make for good-company during a night-out.

INNER WORLD AND INTIMACY: DU drow is extremely unfamiliar with his own emotions and very often comes up empty when he has to justify or explain anything that is based on feeling, while simultaneously operating on impulse and instinct for the vast majority of the time. He is subject to fear, resentment, and insecurity as much as anyone else, but carries a deep shame in acknowledging his own vulnerability at all. He is very intense when it comes to love, however, and shows no reluctance in expressing it through his words and actions towards the people he cares about. He does care for the levels of comfort of those dearest to him though, and doesn't bombard them with it unless the moment is right, or if overwhelmed into doing so. The same applies to physical affection - he's extremely comfortable with it, but cares deeply for respecting the boundaries of his loved ones. When it comes to strangers, he only touches them outside of combat if there is some kind of power-game at play.

A couple of other things that might be of note:

-He likes creature comforts, but is also fine with going without them and won't ever complain about having to live, sleep, or survive in less-than-ideal circumstances as long as he feels in control of the situation. -He can be enticed by valuables and gold because they make the immediate future easier, but he doesn't seek a life of vast riches. -He is not an alcoholic but probably has a binge-drinking problem. -While he is fond and respectful of animals, he has no issues killing them if the situation calls for it. -He pretty much always believes himself to be the most impressive person in the room. -He is not a vain man, but very much likes the way that he looks and to have it be acknowledged by his partner. -He believes faith, religion, and gods to be a waste of time.

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New OC just dropped!

Formerly a dealer droid working in a luxury casino, "Jack" (codename) now works as a professional swindler in the criminal underworld. Whether taking on high-stakes heists while undercover as her former occupation, or scamming underworld crime lords who are unaware of her reputation, she's always up to putting her card game skills to the test.

artfight | my art tag | bluesky

The (liteal) ace in her sleeve is the custom hardware inside her arms: each holds an extremely compact mechanism which stores a coil of blank cards, a printer, and an ejection slot. Combining this with deft hands and misdirection, she is able to stealthily manipulate her or her clients' hands to influence the outcome of the game.  "How could I be hiding a card up my sleeves? They're rolled up, see? Just focus on the game. It's not in my programming to cheat, I assure you." However, even the best scammers get caught sometimes, and when a job goes awry, she is able to deploy her cards as thrown projectiles. With powerful legs and agility matching her sleight-of-hand, she can kick herself away from enemies and launch slicing calling cards at them in a single motion. She relies on evasion and returning to a ranged distance since the modifications to her arms leave them much physically weaker than a typical android. Jack is snarky, smug, and very full of herself. She's hard to get along with, but there are some who are close to her and suggest she may have a softer core than she lets on. However, on the job, she completely changes her personality to match the typical professionalism of factory-default dealer droids. Personality notes:

Abrasive

Socially dominant

Strong-willed, doesn't crack under pressure

Kind of annoying

Inexplicably extremely bad at Balatro

Physical notes: 

5'7" / 170cm

Standard android body with minor hardware alterations

LED eyes can display various glyphs, showing mood - default state is an amber diamond, like the card suit

Can customise clothes and hair etc to match uniform when undercover

History/lore notes:

Broken away from default programming by-  *BZT* "Hey, shut up! Trade secrets and all that, y'know?! I'm not telling you shit!"

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Sephiroth is such a grouch when when he's sane. I was watching crisis Core and he gets so grumpy sometimes!

Genesis, Zack, and Angeal are well acquainted with the fact that Sephiroth has two default modes.

The first mode is him being a HUGE grump, razor focused on his duties, in no mood for small talk, aggressively antisocial, and apt to get very huffy whenever he's being pestered. Sephiroth really needs his "alone time" sometimes. Very tiny social battery. He doesn't like being swarmed and prodded like an exotic animal. And he can get downright snarky sometimes too.

The second mode is Sephiroth in a "good" mood, or a slightly more relaxed one around his friends. This Sephiroth, once you peel back his layers and treat him like a human being, is actually rather sweet and subdued. He can be gentle and courteous, polite, painfully soft. His more childlike qualities are apparent here and he can be rather endearing. Clueless about the world. Quietly devoted to his loved ones, sometimes just so achingly sweet that Genesis JUST HAS TO piss him off or coax him into a fight because it's getting annoying.

Surprise, I lied. Secret third option is Sephiroth in Meltdown Mode, complete with total isolation, starvation, insomnia, and fits of anguished madness. This is where you get your Nibelheim Incidents lol

[wonwoonlight]

when you've been whining about the same thing over and over again and hansol has had enough

a/n: just some random burst of words. fluff. friends to ???. talks abt kissing lol

You're starting to question your decision of befriending Chwe Hansol.

You don't even know if he's listening to you, but it's just his default setting to look like he's spacing out on you even if he isn't.

It doesn't bother you usually, but you're a little more sensitive today just because and you don't appreciate him not making a single noise when you've been babbling for the past ten minutes.

"Say something!"

He looks at you bored, though you knew yet again that it's just how he looks. He cares, you know he cares, but you're in one of your annoying mood and it's somehow Hansol's burden to carry today.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know what kind of answer you're expecting from him. "You've been saying you want someone to kiss since, like, two weeks ago. I told you to go to the club. Didn't you?"

"I did." You pout, and then plop your head on his shoulder as Hansol moves to let you lean on him more comfortably. You don't even know why you're complaining about this to him of all people instead of your other friends, don't even know what kind of comfort you're expecting from the most practical and idealistic friend you've ever haf in your life.

"Why didn't you kiss anyone?"

"No one's my type."

He doesn't miss a second to flick your forehead, and you make a show of saying it hurts (it does hurt, just not as much as you make it to be) as you lean away and cover your forehead with your palm. The glare you send his away doesn't deter him in any way.

"Why do you want to kiss someone so bad?" He asks you seriously, turning his body to face you.

"It's just been too long..."

"You watched another romance movie, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"I told you to stop watching them if they make you feel like this!"

It's never easy to tell what Hansol is thinking about even though he's one of the most transparent people out there. You think that's why he's all the more unpredictable.

And like right now as you continue to stupidly debate over the romance movie marathon you had last night, you're not sure why he's entertaining you this much when your other friends would just shut up at some point and let you continue whining about your misery.

"I just want someone to kiss!"

"You don't just want someone to kiss if you're being picky about who you're kissing."

"I'm not picky." You huff. "I simply don't want to kiss strangers. What if they're creepy?"

Hansol stares at you incredulous, and you did a tiny victory dance in your head because you manage to leave him speechless. It doesn't matter that he's probably just tired of this conversation, it still counts as a victory to you.

"See? I knew you'd get my point eventually. I just want to--"

You don't get to finish your sentence as his hands reach for your face and his lips close over yours. You blink continuously for a few seconds, then succumbs into the warmth of his mouth on yours and his palms on your cheeks, and close your eyes to return the kiss.

You're a little out of breath when you pull away, and you still can't tell what goes over his head as his eyes stares into your soul.

"Next time you complain about this," he starts, his palms don't move from your face. You're pretty sure he can hear the loud sound of your heartbeats and feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. "That's what I'm going to do, got it?"

You nod, pressing your lips together as if to feel his lips once more, a little disappointed when you don't feel the same spark from the real thing.

"Is it okay if I just ask you to kiss me again?"