#im hyperfixated as HE’LL

[woodsborostabathon]

final destination bloodlines characters as social media posts

[sunny-knight]

I HAVE SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT AND SAY

@forgettable-au go. read. it. 🫵

FIRST OF ALL. this was probably the funniest set of pages so far HEHEHE SO MANY OF ALPHYS’ LINES- AND WINGDING’ REACTIONS

Just 10/10, no flaw, there never is- but specifically now. SO GREAT

I think what I have to say can be best organized by general observations/commentary, then analysis on specific themes n such!

- COMMENTARY

*Page 1)

“I was talking to myself.” Okay. MAN. He’s so awkward, I hate him. BUT THEN ALPHYS’ TEXT BOX ONLY HAVING THE ASTERISK IN IT- IT’S SO FUNNY?!?!?! REALLY, HOW DO YOU RESPOND TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAHSHDHEHEH

“It certainly sounded like my voice…to a certain point” Thats such an interesting and fun line, like it definitely sounds like his voice, but it didn’t sound like HIM (WINGDINGS- WINGDINGS NOOOOOO RUNN!!! RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN- WINGDINGSSSSS)

Then the fact that Wingdings says that it “wasn’t him who hid/made the tape”, I find kinda interesting since I mean it TECHNICALLY WAS? I GUESS?? Just an interesting way of framing it to actually make sense. Or does he think he recorded it, and then someone else put it there? or maybe i’m just over analyzing this like always? lets continue.

*Page 2)

“An evil clone…or an alternate version of you” COUGH COUGHG COGUGHG COUGH COGUH Excuse me. ahem. AN EVIL CLONE??? GASTER??? AN ALTERNATE VERSION???? PAPYRUS?????? I HATE IT I HATE IT SO MUCH, STOP BEING WITTY

The echo flowers are wilting so much- WINGDINGS YOU’RE A BAD PLANT MOM-

Alphys asking if he’s gonna kill her 😭😭😭 and then his “…what??” -idk why that got such a reaction out of me, but it does.

“Forget I said anything-“ …….forget…?

^BUT IN THE CORNER OF THAT LINE YOU CAN SEE WINGDINGS HOLDING WHAT LOOKS TO BE A TAPE RECORDER, LIKE HE’S RECORDING THIS CONVERSATION???? WHY ARE YOU SO WEIRD?????? I HATE YOU, I WANT YOU DEAD (okay he might….just be holding it- dont jump to conclusions, nothing to get worked up over- explodes)

“Sans could easily-“ and then Wingdings STOPS. IM GONNA GET INTO THAT ENTIRE LINE, BEST BELIEVE IT, BUT RIGHT NOW I WANNA YAP ABOUT HOW HE STOPS HIMSELF IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT. He may just be brushing it off since “it’s not important” BUT LIKE HE’S REALLY DOWNPLAYING HOW BADLY HE WANTS TO KEEP THIS STUFF SECRET, HE DOESNT WANT TO DIRECTLY ACKNOWLEDGE HOW SHIFTY HE’S BEING. I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! I WANT HIM DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Page 3)

This entire thing with Alphys’ involvement- I swear. I remember speculating about this exact thing a WHILE AGO, that Alphys being there was planned, and since Wingdings thinks it is, im assuming he’s right. Whiiiich comes with the added bonus of ME being right, so LETS GO GAMERS!

*Page 4)

“Could I continue?” he’s so awkwardly polite…

Okay…so last live reaction I remember making a big deal out of Wingdings just pawning off the souls project to Alphys and not ACTUALLY getting her involved, but this makes way more sense, and is JUICIER. The way this is all working fascinates me so much though- lemme lay out all the pieces…

…So Wingdings found a project he’s more interested in, and DECIDES HIMSELF to include Sans. This is (seemingly) out of no obligation, he just wants to. BUT he’s keeping part of it secret from him…Meanwhile, Wingdings also decides to pawn the required project off to Alphys, under the reasoning that she knows more about souls (but it’s probably also because he just does whatever he wants). This is where he also decides to include Alphys in the project he and his brother are working on, but only through a back door, in studying the thing he’s keeping secret from Sans, and ONLY BECAUSE he feels like she plays a crucial role, not just because he likes having her around…DID I GET ALL THAT? IS BROTHER PLAYING 4D CHESS, JESUS CHRIST

*Page 5)

“First, you GOTTA tell me what that tape said!” “Not much to talk about, really…” (((Wingdings says, looking nervously))) SO YOU ARE AWARE THAT THAT TAPE IS WEIRD AS FUCK.

Then the ending just makes me giggle so much- first of all LMAO THE LITERAL STICKY-TAPE THAT FLOWEY FINDS Love how he’s just rummaging around like he owns the place.

Also YIPPEEE!!! BACK TO MY FAVORITE BOYS!!! THE ONES THAT DON’T INFURIATE ME TO NO END (in a good way) (i hate him) (/aff) (/i hate him) Also Papyrus has a point there, girl, thats tape. what do you think thats gonna do for his mind. Love the trial and error though, just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks. Or more rather playing a good ol game of “how can I make Papyrus as uncomfortable as possible before I trigger his ptsd” FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY (when he starts having a panic attack, thats when you know you’ve won)

I also wonder what Papyrus is thinking right now 😭 like he thought he was coming down here because Flowey wanted to show him a secret, but now he’s throwing tape at his face and going “do you remember anything? are you feeling it now mr krabs?”

*4th wall breaking)

outside of the comic, the little note from Wingdings “* To note: She seems overly eager about this.” YEAH??? WELL YOU SEEMED PRETTY FRICKEN EAGER WHEN YOU HEARD A TAPE RECORDING OF YOUR INSANE SELF RANTING ABOUT HEAVEN AND ANGELS!!!!!!!! THAT SEEMED PRETTY ODD DIDN’T IT? BUDDY????

…okay

- ANALYSIS (things we gotta discuss more directly)

ECHO FLOWERS: So Wingdings and Alphys meet IN the echo flower room now, but…Wingdings has had them for much longer than when the comic started, clearly, so they arent there FOR them to talk in secret, im sure. Maybe during one of their meetings Alphys will ask again and get a more direct answer?He has 1 in his/Sans’ room on HIS bedside table that also looked more well taken care of, so im assuming this is strictly a him thing.

But again, a lot of them are wilting…or are they growing…? HMM……Wingdings is genetically engineering an echo flower than can mimic his voice, since they normally cant?? maybe????? that part is still up in the air. But thats my only- kind of plausible theory. I definitely think whatever the reason, it involves the fact that they record voices, since he has an only semi-recordable voice.

But if they are actually just wilting…then is that like…a metaphor for something? WHO KNOWS I’m just getting emotional thinking about him as a kid playing with Sans and doing silly experiments like that together, or him being so determined to make a flower that can echo back his own font that he sticks to the project for literally decades

HIDING IT FROM SANS???: …Well now we know what specifically he’s planning to hide from everyone….thats- thats a step in…some direction.

Wingdings seems to know/think that this whole tape thing was planned, and Alphys is a crucial player in this, so I suppose that that’s somewhat a valid reason to keep it from Sans…Like if he didnt find it with him, then clearly he’s not supposed to be involved. Which. Does not. make me feel very good. About the future of their relationship. Imna be so real.

GASTERS PLAN: involving Alphys. Hm. My theory…is that she’ll play a crucial role in the discovering of Determination, since from my memory, i’m pretty sure thats something Alphys discovered with the true lab in-game, so maybe in this timeline she rediscovers it? Since she cant remember after Wing Gaster shit? She’s researching both the time travel and human souls, so I feel it makes sense. Hypothetically she figures out that time travel is directly tied to what makes humans- human

All in all, Wingdings’ entire…everything in this makes me feel so many things. He’s kinda talking to Alphys like…a person? Its still a weird power play- but its still SOMETHING. I guess he’s just not used to making friends, so the only time he’s NOT talked to someone professionally, but just a friend, is his brother- who he’s just always considered as that for his entire life- YEAH I CAN IMAGINE THAT MAKES THINGS TOUGH.

[isopodicinfectionrate]

hey so im actually a major twst fan idk if you guys knew

anyway small description of who this knock off Malleus mary sue is below the cut

my twst oc is named Helios Draconia, a runt who hatched before Malleus. After being passed up in favour of his brother, this sparked a fierce determination for Helios to prove himself as the better twin.

he was in Diasomnia until he transferred to Ignihyde and he's twisted from both Maleficent and the hydra from Hercules.

also he boy kisses Leona and my gf gave them the ship name "lionthorn" for their normal forms and “briarfang” for their obs

[spxllcxstxr]

Jayce and Viktor Dating Someone with ADHD • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hiiii how are you? I love your stories so I was wondering if you could write more jayvik x reader but who has adhd? TYSMM -- anon and Your Jayvik + reader headcanons have me are giddy and are healing my soul. Is it possible to ask for a some headcanons with a reader who has ADHD and also forgets to eat because of it?? I hope your day is kind to you! -- anon

Warnings: gn!reader, reader has ADHD, mentions of food and eating/not eating, these are lowkey kinda short im so sorry lol

A.N: Disclaimer: I don't have ADHD but I have many friends that do and while ADHD presents itself differently for people, I tried to keep this a bit generalized, I hope that's ok!! If anything needs changing or needs to be deleted for being inaccurate or anything, just let me know! Hope you guys enjoy!!

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Jayce and Viktor are both very understanding people, so when you told them you had ADHD they didn’t have a problem with it. They are, however, problem solvers (they are inventors with the dream of making Piltover and Zaun better for the people), meaning they are very curious about your habits and how they can help. They don’t want to “cure” you, because there’s nothing to cure, but they want to understand how to reassure you and how to make living with ADHD easier on a day-to-day basis

If you’re someone who fidgets with things a lot, Jayce will happily pick up the task of making something that satisfies your need to occupy your hands and your thoughts. He loves being in the forge and he’ll gladly let you sit in there with him and listen to you describe what you would want. He’ll sit next to you, sketching out the design while you ramble about what textures are better than others or how weighty it should feel in your hand. Jayce honestly loves this little side project; not only does it let him work on something other than his research, but it also puts a smile on your face

If you like rambling for hours about your latest hyperfixation, Viktor is the best for that. He has a naturally curious mind and would love to learn something new. He especially likes it when your head is resting on his chest in the middle of the night. Viktor likes watching you move your hands as you talk excitably about the plant life in Ionia or the history of the Yordles. He doesn’t just listen—he’ll ask you questions or give you reading material he thinks you may like as well

Going to Council parties or even just walking through Piltover can really overwhelm you sometimes, either with all the noise or the texture of your clothing feeling off, so your partners are very attentive to your wellbeing. The three of you set up a codeword for anyone to use when someone needs or wants to leave. They try to make it something funny every time to hopefully ease the panic a little bit. Usually Jayce and Viktor are glued to either side of you hip, but in the off chance they have to roam around the room, the two of them will try to keep an eye on you. They will always reassure you that it's ok that they are leaving these sorts of events early (Viktor barely wants to go in the first place), and when you get home the three of you will do something to calm everyone down and get into comfortable clothes

Having ADHD, you tend to get distracted/forget to do certain things. This usually includes eating. Your partners never want to seem overbearing or like they're smothering you, so they will try to subtly remind you to eat/do certain things. Jayce likes writing you little notes and putting them in the apartment. Usually they have little hearts in the corners with some encouraging remark after "remember to eat!" Viktor will usually try to eat with you, so you won't feel alone while eating. He'll be making something and he'll set the table for either two or three and that just reminds you to actually sit down and eat what Viktor makes

Your partners are very patient and are always open to new ideas. if you want them to do something different or if something works really well, they would love to hear it. They absolutely will not be mad at all, they love you so much and all they want to do is help make things easier for you

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[sleepingdeath-light]

affogato cookie, licorice cookie, pure vanilla cookie + body worship hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (05/02/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | epic | ancient

character(s) ; affogato cookie, licorice cookie, pure vanilla cookie

outline ; “Hiii okay so this is my first time every requesting nsfw (im over 18 I’ve just been very awkward about it lol) but could you maybe do body worship with licorice, pure vanilla, and/or affogato (I didn’t see anywhere in your rules that has a character limit, so if you only want to do one, licorice is my favorite). Preferably male/ftm or gn reader? Ty so much your fics have been giving me life throughout my hyperfixation”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!affogato cookie, submissive!licorice cookie, soft dominant!pure vanilla cookie, body worship, praise kink

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

affogato cookie

with affogato cookie, body worship is something that is either a conscious and intentional reward for good behaviour or an unintended consequence of his preference for taking his time with you in the bedroom. the only real difference between the two is the language he’ll use towards you — with the former always being paired with a whole lot of praise while the latter is usually accompanied by his usual teasing dialogue towards you

the way he goes about worshipping and appreciating your body, though, is always the same no matter the mood of the evening

he always starts by undressing you, slow enough to border on frustrating while still tiding you over with careful touches and flirty remarks to reassure you that you’ll get exactly what you want if you just be patient

then he always starts off by kissing along your throat and collarbones, nipping and playfully biting down hard enough to leave a mark and make you yelp without being hard enough to drW blood, before moving on to your arms — kissing from shoulder to elbow to your fingertips before kissing back along the other side and turning his attention to your other arm, his eyes never straying from your own as he does all of this

then he always turns his attention to your chest and stomach, now mixing in some praise or teasing with his gentle touches — remarking on your sensitivity and reactiveness, complimenting your appearance in ways that vary from lecherous to earnest, praising and encouraging you to be more vocal, and so on — while he alternates between groping, caressing, kissing, and biting you

next he always turns his attention to your legs and ass, especially your thighs: marking them up, groping them, caressing them, kissing from the creases of your thighs down to your ankles and back up again, etc. — and this is where he gets the most talkative, encouraging you to tell him exactly what you want and either slowing down or outright playfully threatening to stop altogether if you refuse to speak up

then, and only then, will he turn his attention to where you really need him — making you cum over and over again from his hands, then his tongue, then his cock until you’re all limp and fucked out

(he’s also the type to incorporate bondage, blindfolds and sensation play into body worship to keep things interesting: tying you up so you can’t squirm out of his hold, blindfolding you so you’re forced to focus on the way he’s making you feel and the words he’s saying, and caressing you with different fabrics as he worships you just to keep you on your toes and to keep things exciting even during something as slow and intimate as body worship)

licorice cookie

body worship is something that licorice cookie engages in the most when he’s taken on a submissive role in the bedroom and wants nothing more than to make you feel good — using this form of foreplay as, almost, a way to prove his worth to you as your boyfriend and as your bed mate

he puts on an act, presenting himself as confident and experienced and as cocky as they come when in reality he’s anxious as hell and terrified of disappointing you — and, try as he might to hide it, it’s really really obvious to you… of course you never mention it (goodness knows his ego would never recover from that) but the signs are all there, clear as day, to anyone paying the slightest amount of attention

the way he shakily exhales every time he removes a new garment from your body and more of your bare skin is exposed to him, and the way his eyes flicker desperately between your body and your eyes before he makes any movements — searching desperately for any hesitation or any sort of guidance before remembering himself and just going with whatever his instincts tell him to do

the way his fingertips tremble when he touches you — caressing your sides, tracing swirling patterns against your hips and shoulders, groping tenderly at the softest parts of you, etc. — and the way his hands never stay in one place for very long. never lingering, almost as if he can’t believe you’re all his and he doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he has you beneath him like this

the way his voice gets all quiet and shaky as he praises you, words at times disjointed and stuttered over but their meaning no less genuine for it as he kisses every part of your body he can reach and whispers his adoration into your skin

a thousand ‘love you’s whimpered into the crook of your neck, and the insides of your wrists, and the plush of your stomach

a dozen ‘so perfect’s whispered against the meat of your thighs and the expanse of your chest

‘all mine’ repeated, like a mantra or a prayer, as he grins, drunk on your scent and presence, and traces a shaky fingertip along the scars and marks and freckles and moles that cover your body

and, impatient as ever, when he finally breaks and dives between your thighs to worship you in ways that simple words and gentle touches don’t allow, it’s done with a reverent fervour that leaves you clutching desperately at his hair and crying out his name so loudly that you’re sure you’ll be left unable to speak for the rest of the day

pure vanilla cookie

technically speaking, pure vanilla cookie never sets out to engage in body worship with you. it’s just something that ends up happening whenever he gets you into bed because of how dedicated he is to making you feel good and making you feel loved

but the fact that it’s unintentional doesn’t make it any less flustering or flattering

because, regardless of intention, pure vanilla cookie can still spend hours at a time worshipping every square millimetre of your body — finding new things you kiss and praise from the very crown of your head all the way down to the soles of your feet, and everywhere in between

he’ll trace winding patterns and memorised protective runes along your back and sides, his touch feather-light and bordering on ticklish without ever pressing down with enough pressure to do more than just allow you to feel what he’s doing

he’ll smile warmly as he kisses his way down from your lips to your jaw to your throat and chest and stomach and further still, whispering confession after confession of his adoration against your goosebump-ridden flesh until you’re so flustered you can barely stand to look at him as he settles comfortably between your thighs

he’ll brush his fingertips first, and then his lips, along the stretch marks and scars and moles and freckles that litter your body, having long since memorised their locations to such an extent that he no longer needs his sight to find and shower them with his attention

he’ll tell you how much he loves you, how handsome you are, in between the kisses that he presses to your lips and inner wrists and thighs as he finally turns his attention to where you need him the most — and then, with a smile so warm and bright it’s damn near blinding, he’ll thank you for being so good and patient and promise he’ll make you feel good

and he does, because he always does

the whole time whimpering and moaning out your name and various types of praise, and allowing his hands to wander just enough to let him continue worshipping and revering your body even as he focuses on bringing you to orgasm over and over again

constantly compassionate, constantly selfless, constantly adoring

because that’s just who he is

[rosies-core]

cuddling headcanons with muichiro because im back in my mui hyperfixation !!1!!1!!!

( can be read as platonic or romantically !! )

• okay, yk when you hug someone and after a while you start to soak up their warmth? well thats you with muichiro except x10.

• mans is so warm he is literally a personal heater. the first time you guys cuddled you genuinely thought he was sick until you realized it was just him being him.

• you are probably the one to always initiate cuddles because he just doesnt really..know how to?

• i can imagine him laying ontop of you and wrapping his arms around you with the intention to stay like that until you cant breathe anymore <3

• cuddles after he goes on missions are a must for him. like he cant find any other way to truly calm down/relax after missions unless he gets to hug you.

• most of your cuddles take place outside in some spot you guys found a while ago that you just happened to claim

• he likes it most when you let him lay on you while you point out any clouds you find cute or that you think he would like. its really calming to him

• when you guys DO cuddle indoors, its like almost never in bed.

• i can imagine him literally prefer laying on the floor with you rather than the bed because it ‘feels nicer’

“mui..you dont want to like, i dunno, lay in the bed instead of the floor-?”

“oh shush its better this way, y/n. you just wouldnt understand.”

“oh!”

• SLSJSKSJSK HES SO CUTE OMG

• i also feel like if he ever gets bored, which is very often bc he has a shitty attention span, he’ll just start poking you or playing with your hands.

• sometimes you’ll catch him absolutely staring you down, and when you ask him about it he’ll just say he was ‘admiring you’

• whenever he does that you nearly have a heart attack

[majoryeager104]

Totally accurate Malleus Draconia Headcanons

Been a while since I wrote Headcanons, and what better way to get back into it than through my current hyperfixation 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Summary: a bunch of Headcanons stuck in my brain that I shall now pass onto you. Varies between x reader relationship stuff and just random thoughts. Mostly the latter.

Warning: I am nawt sane, and neither is this list. Behavior far too silly for the general public. (Aka mild language ig)

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”every time you ___ an angel loses its wings”

every time this man stubs his toe someone in some distant land is smote by lightning. How’s that.

ngl he’s way stronger than me bc if i had magic like his and i stubbed MY TOE? Overblotting immediately im done with this shit

But The most important part about this headcanon? Is that he has no idea it happened.

this man caused a tornado and almost blew deuce away in one of his vignettes. His response? “I barely used any magic 😟”

there’s no fucking way he HASNT killed someone across the world with lightning after stubbing his toe

better yet

not only does he not realize this fact

BUT EVERYONE AROUND HIM KNOWS.

it’s like buying a kid a new goldfish and not telling them the first one died

except it’s Lilia paying some NRC student to keep quiet after malleus accidentally electrocuted him.

and honestly?

pls let him remain blissfully ignorant

moving on

I think this one is obvious but I can see him like

Laying in bed two hundred years after a party like “why did I do that that’s so embarrassing 😖 omg”

to be cringe is to be free, Mal

On another note, I think we should get those relationship headcanons over with

bc some of yall are tweaking if you think this man is a red flag

IVE SEEN THE POSTS, K? I SEE YOU.

“he’s selfish!” HES ACTUALLY JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY TYVM. SORRY HE CARES TOO DEEPLY FOR YOUR TASTE

but on ANOTHER note… he can get a little…odd.

like if you can’t handle somebody staying awake all night watching you sleep he is nawt the one for you

and I don’t even think it’s an obsession thing, per say

but he’d stay up all night staring at you and just…thinking.

Dw about his sleep schedule, he’ll go to sleep eventually but he’s Batman so he has to stare off into space and ponder the future for a good few hours

what better time to do that than when his favorite child of man is right next to him and fast asleep on his shoulder

Hed Actually do this regardless of what kind of relationship you have with him tbh

but his thoughts during that time do differ

On one hand it’s like “oh I have a friend! And they like watching gargoyles :)” and so on

on the other it’s like “Iloveyoubutimscaredthatonedayiwillhavetolivewithoutyou.icouldbeyourwholebookbutyoullonlygettobemyfirstchapterandi-“

*overblots*

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ok this is getting a bit too long so I cut it off there. But if yall actually like this, comment, reblog, or like, so I know to make another :)

[solizen]

Post the logs I beg of you I need more scp REN in my life. Like you think because their a humanoids scp and there for can’t be tested with other scps without approval of a higher Doctor and some safe guards. You think he’ll follow Angel around to keep them ‘safe’. After all if they go where Angel goes then it’s just paperwork for Angel it seems. “See I’ll keep you safe and sound with me my Angel. No need for any scary experiments you can just stay with me :)”

IM WORKING ON IT 💔💔💔 anyways yes SCP-2443's whole thing is following angel around and keeping them safe from other skips and other staff members. ive mentioned in the 14dwy server, but some other tidbits of info if youre putting your angel in the SCPverse:

- your angel can be any class, i have someone whos angel is a D-Class (expendable people, usually an inmate on death row used for experimentation and to throw at skips for testing) and REN follows their angel around protecting them from other skips as well as stopping any testing being done on them. so even if your angel is an O5 council member, REN can still follow and interact with you, ill leave it completely up to you on how REN navigates your position in the Foundation since it can vary based on clearance

- REN's voice claim in this AU (all around, in any form) is Simulacra! for this video, the voice in question starts at 0:12 seconds :D <3

- As stated in the images from the original post, REN is supposed to be extremely uncanny valley, i can't portray it very well with my current art style, but i do want to learn how to draw more unsettling horror. but. think... alternates... from the mandela catalogue (im normal i swear).

- REN states themself that they do not have a true form. this is a lie. they do have one, they just don't know it. you'll see what i mean by that when i post the logs lol

- REN can be taller or shorter if you want them to be. they dont have to be 7'2"/218cm like i have them with my angel, but that is their default height.

- SCP Foundation and The Backrooms usually go hand in hand, sometimes they exist in the same universe, sometimes they dont. This SCP AU does exist with the backrooms, keep that in mind.

- the ring they wear is not a normal ring.

- The Angel's Archives will become a tag on this blog along with SCP-2443 "REN" and the archives will exist in (written) recorded audio format, usually. However, sometimes i might post written notes by Dr. Angel themself as well as scenes i draw. any artwork i post about REN that features Dr. Angel will most likely be with my angelsona and the logs will always be written with (my) Dr. Angel. but just remember that it can be any angel, any class, and any clearance.

and again, reminder, THIS IS NOT AN OFFICIAL SCP. ren/redacted is NOT my character. they belong to Saint. this AU was simply a crossover of my hyperfixations and i never expected people to really like it... so... please keep that in mind. in fact, Saint's boundaries with their characters and game apply here too. So if it's on her boundary list, it's on mine as well <3

that should be it for now!! i encourage fanart, fanfic, questions, theories, and any sort of interactions!! ill be making an official... kinda profile? for REN? as well as my angelsona. but well. i need to post my angelsona itself... first... lmao. anyways toodles <3

[no-name-omo]

Hi sorry if im distorbing you but can I request a head-canon with timothy and a gn reader how is austic and timothy help them like a severs cat or caregiver

(P.s im sorry if you don't understand this engles is not my first laungenc at all so if you don't understand ples forgive me)

[A/N] it's completely fine but I will want to say I don't know much about autism but I did do research but if this fic come off as offensive or hurtful please say so and I will delete this fic but I do hope you enjoy

[Type] Head-Canon

[Summary] a autistic reader and Timothy the service cat

[Genre] fluff / comfort / platonic

[Paring / Characters] Timothy and gn! Reader

Timothy Timepiece The Clock

🐈‍⬛Timothy wakes you every morning at the exact same time, his voice steady and calm. “Rise. The day begins now.” It’s never rushed. Just firm. That consistency becomes comforting, predictable, and grounding.

🐈‍⬛In overstimulating environments, Timothy positions himself between you and the noise. “Shielding protocols active,” he says, shifting to block fluorescent lights or assist you find a more quiet area. His presence acts like armor, quiet, solid and always on time.

🐈‍⬛He doesn't tolerate others interrupting you or talking down to them. “They will speak when they are ready,” he says sharply. His tone leaves no room for debate. You never have to defend yourself, Timothy does it for you.

🐈‍⬛During meltdowns, Timothy doesn’t panic. He lowers his volume and speaks in a clear voice. “Breathe. Three seconds in. Three out.” He counts along. His even tone cuts through the storm.

🐈‍⬛He makes charts, timers, and quiet spaces part of daily life. They’re not “extras” they’re essentials. “Structure is safety,” he reminds others. What looks rigid to them is actually kindness. He understands the power of routine.

🐈‍⬛ if you forget to eat or lost yourself in a hyperfixation, Timothy gently intervenes. “You have not eaten in five hours. Nutrition is overdue. Please pause and eat.” There’s no shame, only precision and care.

🐈‍⬛Socializing is hard. Timothy helps translate body language and subtext. “They are being sarcastic,” he’ll whisper. Or, “This is a compliment.” He never judges your confusion. Instead, he guides.

🐈‍⬛When you starts to fidget, Timothy silently offers a stim toy “You are permitted to regulate,” he says plainly. There’s no judgment, just permission. Reassurance. Like always, he’s on time with exactly what you need.

🐈‍⬛If you forget what to say mid-conversation, Timothy steps in calmly. “They require a moment. Please wait.” He never lets awkward silence become shameful. With him around, you feel seen without having to explain yourself.

🐈‍⬛If you struggle to make eye contact, often looking away during conversations. Timothy never forces it. Instead, he aligns himself slightly off-center, so you never feel pressure. “Connection does not require eye contact,” he states. “Presence is sufficient.” And with him, it always is.

Date everything! x reader taglist: @dipdotsmiyakiwii

[blue-jisungs]

SO BEAUTIFUL

author's note. can u tell what i was hyperfixation on when i wrote this?! a cookie for those who answer correctly (emoji) btw this song is one of my faves when it comes to ian :( right after violet crazy and scaredy cat.......... however his whole discography is just mindblowing so its hard to have a 1 fav song ngl <//3

summary. idk man just whipped prince!joshua ...

genre. atla-ish !! its not the main plot but there's mention of element benders lolzies, royal setting (prince!joshu, army general!y/n), situationship/non-established relationship between them

warnings. blood, wounds (kinda descriptive, im sorry), fighting, mention of war and killing people (i mean yn is in army so....), cursing, one suggestive joke but i mean,, it was there like... it was stronger than me..., not a warning but emphasis on fem reader, yn kinda has a breakdown :(

word count. 3878

joshua ran his hand through his hair, letting out a small sigh. he was reading a book but his mind seemed unable to focus as the words and sentences didn’t make sense in his head. 

“you’ve been reading this one single page for ten minutes now, your highness” he heard seungkwan’s teasing voice and just looked up at his friend. 

“i’m aware of that, seungkwan” joshua mumbled and put the bookmark between the pages, leaving the item on a small table. 

he bit his lip and looked outside the window, the sight of mountains bringing him some peace.

joshua’s mind was uneasy due to the late return of his army. and his absence at the battlefield. 

the news of victory brought by his right hand and good friend, minghao, definitely caused him to sleep better. but before that, there had been weeks of days filled with stress and anxiety. and now, for  unknown reasons the army’s arrival was postponed – and there was no message. 

“i’m sure general l/n has everything under control” seungkwan’s voice brought joshua back to reality and he subconsciously smiled upon hearing your last name. 

maybe that was the reason why he was constant concern. he was worried about you. no, it wasn’t like he doubted your fighting abilities it’s just… anything could happen on the battle ground. besides, you weren’t a bender. obviously, every caring prince would be worried about his subordinates. the matter was that it was your first serious battle all alone. usually he was there too. or at least seungcheol, who was his father’s military advisor – also very skilled in combat. but due to his injury and the medics sharp warning he wasn’t able to go. 

joshua sighed quietly and stood up, lazily walking up to his balcony. the cold air hugged his face, a refreshing breeze filling his lungs.

another cause of his stress was… well, you’re a woman. it’s not like women don’t hold high positions in society and are well respected in the water kingdom but… army was mostly men. who knew if any of the soldiers didn’t cause you trouble. 

“i don’t think that the ball is a good idea…” joshua mumbled, tracing shapes on the marble railing. 

“whether you like it or not, your mother had already decided. majority of our alliances arrived” seungkwan shrugged and turned around upon the sound of knocking. joshua looked through his shoulder, expectant. 

it was minghao. 

it must have been good news since he was shining. 

“they’re here” 

before the prince could pass him in the door, minghao cleared his throat. 

“y/n is resting though” 

joshua stopped in his tracks, not even realising there's a smile that appeared – dropped now slowly. 

“is she hurt?” he asked, worry in his voice. seungkwan closed the balcony door and joined the water kingdom’s prince's side. 

“no, no. not as far as i know. she’s just exhausted and needs to prepare for the ball. and the paper work, losses and such… it’d be better if you didn’t bother her” minghao suggested softly. “wonwoo is to your disposal though”

wonwoo, the lieutenant general. that’s fine, he’ll just ask about you. 

joshua nodded and left in silence. seungkwan and minghao exchanged playful looks. 

joshua could not sit still. his mother sent him numerous looks but his eyes weren’t focused at her at all. he scanned the crowd in search of you. 

his mother was oh so kind to postpone the ball to the next day, letting the soldiers rest. as he noticed, most of them made it. you surely would be here too, right? you were the general after all. 

then it struck him like thunder. 

there you were, in the midst of people. a flowy, light blue dress on your body gently falling onto the floor. he knew you got the access to the best sewers in the kingdom but this time… your dress really reminded him of water. maybe it was the silver linings in it? or just the lightness of the fabric? either way, you looked angelic. and with your hair loose, falling like waterfalls on your shoulders. 

as the great warrior you were, you sensed his gaze on you. sending him a small smile, looking from above your companion’s shoulder, joshua sighed dreamily. 

your lips moved and then you walked past the man you talked to, stepping directly into joshua’s direction. he cleared his throat, his sight on you. 

“my queen” you hummed and bowed gently to his mother first, then you held eye contact with him with another bow “my prince”

“general l/n, you’re truly the shining star of our army. we’ve heard the tales and i must say, i admire your vigour and dedication” his mother said. you bowed again.

“thank you, my queen. i’m proud i can serve our country” you nodded, smiling gently. joshua adored your face, not being able to get enough of it. especially after your three-months long absence. 

“mother if you don’t mind, you’ll hear the stories later. now i’m going to kidnap general l/n for a minute” 

before you knew it, his hand tenderly interlocked with yours as he lead you to the dance floor. landing in the middle, below the silver chandelier that lit up your face in the prettiest ways possible, the prince placed a feather-light kiss atop of your hand. 

the music started, the royal sounds of cello and violins ripping through air; joshua led the dance, his ebony eyes scanning your face. his features were overtaken by the look of how much he missed you, you could tell it by his eyes only. the soft curve of his smile made your heart melt, fingers brushing against his neck. 

“so beautiful” he hummed deeply, heart almost aching with joy. why was it like this? he thought he thought it through but now he was just confused; why does his heart hurt when you’re finally within his reach? 

”so, so beautiful” joshua repeated, daring to glance at your lips “i missed you dearly” 

you huffed, letting him sway to the rhythm of music. because he was an excellent water bender, he was one with the flow – whether it was his element or music. he guided you through the sounds of instruments, which made you emotional. hearing the sound of them after months away from your homeland… 

“aren’t you tired? are you fine?” joshua asked, care in his voice. he had you so close yet so far. in his arms but unable to caress your cheek or kiss your lips. 

you shook your head, scanning his face. maybe you missed him too, after all. 

“i’m perfectly fine now” you whispered and his look was more expressive than words; he understood what you meant: you missed him too. 

the melody came to a halt and it was like a string snapped in front of your eyes, the sudden sound of chatter making you go back to reality. 

“i’m sure there’s plenty of young ladies willing to dance with you. i shall not keep you busy” you said. joshua opened his mouth, protesting. 

“let’s take a trip down a darker place, the garden has really improved when you were absent” he almost whined, begging with his eyes so you’d spare him even a mere moment alone. 

suddenly, wonwoo approached you. he leaned in to whisper something in your ear, concern on his face. you nodded, features getting colder than snow blasting in the harshest of winters. he knew that look, it meant trouble; it meant an approaching threat.

“i’d be more than willing to. however, there happened to be an urgent matter that needs to be taken care of. i…” you hesitated and sent a look to wonwoo. he understood since he left right away. only then quiet words left your mouth “i’ll meet you in your chamber later, shu” 

his heart skipped a beat, nodding. his eyes followed your figure, finally at peace that you’re back.

an outsider would never think that you’re a general, one of the skillest people in the kingdom when it came to combat. whilst being a non-bender, which was quite impressive. you were just so… flowy, glowing and gentle. oh, gentle you truly were… 

“...the fuck you mean we had a tail?” you hissed, poking wonwoo’s chest and then taking a deep sigh “well fuck me, that’s just fucking great!”

“i bet your highness would want to do that” wonwoo cleared his throat, your hand slapping his arm in an instant.

“lieutenant general jeon, i ask you to behave accordingly to the situation. there is a risk of coup, the life of the royal bloodline is on the line and you dare to make a joke?” you said coldly, making wonwoo shiver. then, you suddenly snickered “i do admire your timing though. and now tell me more” 

you and wonwoo were close, it’s not like it was out of his manner to joke like this. but the fact that there might be a spy in the castle right now… 

“chan came across the traces and him and others made an assumption we’re followed by an fire nation soldier who survived the battle” wonwoo gave you the details. 

your light dress rustled on the late afternoon wind, breeze running through its fabric. you closed our eyes, fingers tightening on the marble railing of a terrace. 

there were two choices in this situation: announce there might be a spy and transport the royal family into a guarded place, which may result in panic and rumours spreading (including those about your incompetence). however, the spy might run off or give in. the second option: stay silent and don’t let anyone suspect a thing, take care of the spy with your own hands. risks: people getting hurt, especially the king or queen. or prince. 

“do we know where they might be now?” you asked, looking through your shoulder at the crowded ballroom. chatter, dancing, music… people living to the fullest. and joshua being there too. 

“we do have suspicions that they might be nearby, we found some traces near your… your, um, house” wonwoo answered, your eyes shifting. 

“so they want me, huh?” you sighed. that was far better than the royals getting hurt. staring at the sunset, a wide palette of oranges and yellows melting into one, you nodded. “inform the guards, keep an eye on any suspicious activity. i’ll go check if they’re still around my place. report immediately if anything happens”

“yes, general” wonwoo saluted and walked away, feeling the breath of urgency on his neck. 

adoring the sunset for a little longer, watching it morph into a navy night sky; you decided to go before it got too dark. 

joshua was walking around his chamber, footsteps echoing due to the largeness of it. it was past midnight, almost 6 hours since you left the ballroom… did you change your mind? you didn’t want to come? 

he let out a deep sigh, plopping on his bed and staring at the book he was reading. 

joshua was a prince and enjoyed literature, he has read countless and countless books and genres. he especially found an interest in old romance but all of them had a similar scheme when it came to relationships: the woman was the one to be head over heels whipped for the guy. she’d blush when someone mentioned his name, she’d miss him dearly when he’s on his adventurous voyages, she’d dream of him even in her sleep. he never read a book with an opposite order of things. and yet… here he was, waiting for you like a lost puppy. while his heart sought after you, his mind was worried about your wellbeing during your army shenanigans, he longed to hear, see or touch you even for a mere moment longer. 

huffing like an displeased child, he laid on the bed. if you come, you come. and he’ll be asleep. that way, you’ll know he doesn’t cares that deeply—

knock knock. knock knock knock knock. 

joshua frowned, sitting up. it could be you but… it wasn’t your usual knock.

the door opened with a quiet creak. you were leaning against the doorframe , upper body leaning forward with hair falling on your face.

“took you long enough” joshua mumbled and stood up, when you suddenly started sliding down the doorframe lifelessly. he ran up to you, kneeling down and grabbing your hands. frighteningly cold hands “what’s wrong?”

his voice remained strong unlike his heart. you gathered all your willpower and raised your head, fighting the dropping eyelids. 

“my back…” you croaked out, leaning forward but only ending up in his embrace. 

he did not image your reunion like that. 

joshua gently moved his hands to your back and his fingers met with something… sticky…? the flowy material of your dress was ripped, the warmth of the liquid contrasting with the low temperature of your body.

“y/n, what happened?” he asked, voice stern yet revealing a hint of worry. 

“i’ll explain later just… help me, shu. please” you breathed out, the air tickling his neck. joshua gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing, and he grabbed you in bridal style. 

placing you on his queen sized bed, rolling gently to the side, his mind was racing with thoughts. what happened? were you attacked? was it a fresh wound? 

“i’ll rip the dress, only on the back. i apologize, ill buy you thousands of new ones just… breathe for me, alright?” he stuttered, putting on some light. 

only then his eyes saw how serious was your wound. he took a sharp inhale, throat going dry. 

there was a deep wound going across your back, left arm to almost the side of your right hip. it looked like a sword left such a mark. 

joshua quickly opened the handy tap he had in his chamber and didn’t bother to pour it into bowl. 

he bent water straight from the tap, focusing deeply. trying to connect with his inner peace and energy but his rapid heartbeat seemed to disturb him too much.

“focus, jisoo” he grunted to himself, slender fingers shaking “y/n, talk to me. you need to stay conscious” 

“won’t talking take my oxygen that i desperately need–” you started.

“yeah, you’re right. be quiet” he scoffed, trying to light up the mood. then he moved his hands slowly from the beginning to your wound to the end of it. very slowly, surely. still like water, his palms flat but fingers directing the stream of liquid. you groaned, curling your back. 

it wasn’t the first time joshua was patching you up but it definitely was the first time he knew it’s dead serious… and seeing you in such pain. 

another thing was that at the back of his mind there was a sprouting thought that he won’t be able to close the wound completely. not with his heart all over the place. 

joshua took a deep breath, focusing on the element flowing through his body. not on you… in pain… bleeding out on his bed… 

“’m sorry” 

at first, he didn’t hear it. only when he heard a sob, he realized that it’s you. 

“hey, no. don’t apologize, that’s an order. it’s a deep wound, i know it hurts but im trying my best and we’ll talk it out later. 

inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre, thanks to his healing abilities your skin started clasping the wound. he wasn’t sure which technique to use – layer by layer or pieces at once but the crimson liquid pouring out of your pale back made him chose the first one. which will lead to leaving a scar. 

joshua began to feel worn out, despite all the hours of training that prepared him for such situations. but he knew that if he stopped now, you could die. 

“shu…” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf. your voice was quiet, weak. he felt time slipping through his fingers. 

brows knitting, sweat dripping down his temple, joshua shook his head. despite strength leaving him, he promised himself to restore as much as possible. 

you looked through your arm, pearly tears shimmering in the moonlight. joshua’s heart ached, as if someone put a needle right through it.

“i know, i’m sorry but i beg, a few more minutes…” he croaked, feeling lightheaded. 

“you’re exhausting yourself, stop it” a whisper escaped your lips “shu, please” 

“no, you need to live” he grunted. you frowned and tried to sit up, causing him to gasp “are you insane?”

“give me the bandage and go call the medics. i don’t want you to pass out” you ordered, reaching for his hand. 

joshua put the last ounces of water and energy into your body, leaning to close the tap. then, he dug in one of his drawers.

you were still bleeding but far less than when you barged in. he handed you the material and wiped the tears, sweat and blood off your face. 

“i’ve got this now. go get some help, please” you sent him a weak smile. 

joshua cursed mentally and left quickly. you were probably right.

once he was back with jun, jihoon and seokmin, they took care of you. the oldest one gave you some herbs that would put you to sleep as they worked on your wound. joshua insisted that it all took place inside his chamber. 

they were done around 3am, leaving you two alone. the prince managed to get rid of the blood stained duvet and covered you in a blanket that was on his couch. 

them, he laid down next to you. the moonlight shone on your pale face, parted lips making an escape for soft snores. your chest was rising up and down a lot more calmly, joshua could feel your energy being more vivid that before. it was stable now, like a steam of water in the woods rather than dried out lake. 

“you always have to cause some trouble, huh?” he scoffed and reached his hand out, caressing your cheek gently. even in deep slumber after getting hurt you were so beautiful. 

he noticed your brows furrowing and fingers twitching. your breathing sped up, yet you remained asleep. joshua observed you cautiously.

“no… don’t… don’t kill him” you mumbled, shifting in your sleep. his eyes widened, realizing you’re having a nightmare “anyone but… but my shu”

joshua’s heart melted on spot, pleasant warmth flooding his insides.

“you can’t even get a rest, can you?” he huffed and shuffled closer, guiding your head onto his chest. you instantly nuzzled closer, arms instinctively wrapping around his body. 

with an uneasy mind, he caressed your hair. your breathing calmed down so he wondered if the nightmare went away. 

joshua stuck his gaze into the open window, unable to relax. stars barely shone on the navy horizon, covered by clouds. it seemed like the sky couldn’t sleep either. 

upon stirring awake you instantly knew (even without opening your eyes) that you’re in joshua’s bed. it was much more softer than your bed but above all, it had the comfort. you felt warm and secure; cozy in his hold. joshua had his arm wrapped around you, fingers tracing shapes on your skin. 

peeking an eye open you noticed he’s holding a book with his other hand, eyes tracking the text. 

you wanted to stay like this forever. 

then, a stinging pain ran through your back and you trembled, causing him to shift his worried gaze at you. he gasped softly. 

“you’re awake” joshua hummed and leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

you melted because of the gesture, nuzzling further into his neck. 

“how do you feel?” he asked, worry in his voice. 

“better, much better. thank you, shu. i apologize for the mess i made” you mumbled, resting his palm on his chest. he put his hand over it, caressing your skin. 

joshua missed this so much. he missed you. 

silence was hanging between you two, an unspoken question of “what happened?” hanging above your head. 

“may i see wound?” he asked suddenly. you nodded, your hair tickling his skin. 

he helped you sit straight and handed you one of his sleeping cloth to cover the front of your body. 

joshua gently moved your hair from your back, his fingertips ghosting over your skin. goosebumps covered your arms.

“you know… you always say i’m so beautiful” you started quietly. joshua hummed in acknowledgment to let you know that he’s listening. then, he shuffled something closer and put it on the bed “but i’m not. i’m so ugly, joshua. my soul is ugly”

“that is not true, y/n” he protested sternly as his delicate fingers worked on removing the bandage. his touches were soft, almost as if he was afraid to touch you.

“i’m a soldier, shu. i hurt people. and yesterday… there was a spy. he sneaked up on me, threatened to kill you. and that triggered me i just… couldn’t bare that thought. and i saw red… he used my distraction and tripped me, slicing in the back” you stuttered, throat going dry “i’m a failure. i almost let him escape, your life was at risk and i couldn’t control my emotions…”

his movement halted for a while, the quietness od the room making your soft pants sound much more louder than you’d like to. 

“you are not a failure. you had led our army to victory, several times” joshua resumed and you felt the calming stream of water. then, you felt a soothing sensation spreading over your wound. 

joshua was bending to recover your wound, or at least make it heal quicker and more effectively. 

“yeah but… i’m a bad person” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. 

he stopped bending and put a new bandage over your wound, it still not being clasped fully.  

joshua patted your arm and you put his shirt on, turning around. 

“you know why i always say you’re so beautiful?” joshua asked and once you faced him, he grabbed your chin gently “obviously i mean your looks too but above all, i treasure your soul. you’re such a pure, dedicated human”

you swallowed, his soft features warming your heart. 

“this situation must have made you feel upset and not worthy but you’re so appreciated. my your subordinates, friends… by me. as much as i admire your readiness to sacrifice for me but please, i beg, don’t do it next time” joshua hummed, his thumb moving in soothing manner “i’d rather die myself than live without you”

“don’t say that” you scoffed, shaking your head gently “our country needs a leader”

“and i need you” joshua replied, moving his hands to cup your face “please, y/n. you’re so precious to me… so–“

“if you say beautiful i’ll smack you” you let out a laugh and he couldn’t help but share a smile. 

“but it’s true” he grinned and closed the gap between you two, lips crashing on yours. you shared a passionate kiss, a one that lovers after reunion share. 

but truth be told, you were like all those lovers in old tales. 

and maybe this time, there’s going to be a flawless ending: making it official.

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[rafesproperty]

Im BEGGING so hard they make Rarry happend (rafe and Barry) BECAUSE LIKE EVEN THE CAST SHIPS ITTTT

IM THE BIGGEST RARRY SOLDIER ON EARTHHHHH I LOVE THEM SM LETS DISCUSS THEM.

The thing is that if one of them was a girl everyone in the fandom would go insane over them, but since they are boys it probably won’t even happen.

THESE ARE NOT‼️ PLATONIC LOOKS. The eyes, chico, they never lie

Topper is me asf

They would literally make so much sense. The thing is Barry is so special to Rafe in so many ways. Notice the way Rafe lets Barry talk to him (sassy, making fun of him, Barry literally going “let me lead and SHUT UP” and Rafe just going “ok🥰”, Barry going “I’ll knock that J-Crew lookin ass out” and Rafe just smirking and blushing). Rafe would NOT let people speak to him the way he lets Barry speak to him… like ever 😭 Also when Barry told him he’ll lead it was when they went after the Pogues and it’s something Rafe very much cared about. HE’S A PROACTIVE TYPE OF PERSON, he would not let someone he doesn’t 100% trust “lead,” he’s a control freak. Yet here he was, just going “okay,” trusting Barry with something so important to him.

Barrys presence is so important in Rafes life and I feel like neither of them really realises but it genuinely is. RAFE ALWAYS RUNS TO BARRY FIRST. He would NOT let anyone know he killed Peterkin (Topper and Kelce are his closest friends and he’d never tell them), yet here he was on Barrys floor, confessing to him, allowing him to see his breakdown AND —

BRO DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SCENE OMFG —

He slept AT BARRYS when he had probably the worst day ever (Ward screaming “Rafe you fucked us!” at him, him drowning Sarah and Topper beating him up happened in the same day) and the next scene we get is Rafe waking up on Barrys couch. I imagine him going into absolute panic in the middle of the night and not wanting to go home to his dad, the only place he can think of being Barrys… so he goes to Barry. We were so, so robbed of a scene where Rafe shows up in the middle of the night saying “I didn’t know where else to go” with a beat up face and Barry going “Shit, country club.”

I’m just convinced Rafe felt safe enough with Barry so he always ran to him.

Their first meeting in S3 as well. I’m pretty sure that was the first time they saw each other since Barry betrayed him in S2 and Rafe was just okay and calm and ASKED BARRY FOR HELP AGAIN. Rafe holds grudges like crazy, yet he trusted him enough after his betrayal to seek him out again. Like nothing ever happened. And Barry helped him again. Because Barry always helps him (he claims it’s just for the money but the thing is he was willing to murder for Rafe and that is not something he was comfortable with the entire show, I’m genuinely convinced he would not accept that offer from anyone, murder being over the line for him… yet for Rafe? Yeah).

We could see Barry being uncomfortable by Rafes murderous temptations in a few scenes (especially the one where he tried to drown Kie), but the second Rafe asked him to kill Ward he was like ALRIGHT I’LL DO IT FOR YOU. Also Rafe was so hyperfixated on his dad, it was the most important person in the world to him, so him asking Barry to do it just shows the level of trust. He asked Barry to free him of this burden.

Also Barry DOES NOT do it only for the money. In Season 2 when Rafe comes over to pick up his drugs and asks Barry for “a piece” (a gun), Barry giggles and makes jokes UNTIL Rafe says “Do you realise it’s either me or him (John B) in this situation, right?” and in that very moment Barry switches and goes full angry protective mode and pulls out an entire bag full of guns 😭 And is fully ready to go with Rafe and to protect him and shoot a Pogue for him. But Rafe did not ask for help. He didn’t offer him money. He just asked for a gun. Barry did all of that on his own and he went with him on his own. I think that’s also why Rafe told him “You know I’ll take care of you,” he himself was surprised someone was willing to protect him and go with him out of their own free will.

At the end of S1 Barry went with Rafe after the Pogues because they owed him money, but he still handled Rafes mental breakdown pretty well (NO other character ever managed that, not even his family), he cracked some jokes and got Rafe out of the panic state by motivating him to go do something about it, and joining him.

Also the shit they say to each other…

“You know I’ll take care of you.”

“I own you now.”

“Tranquilo?”

“Tranquilo, baby.”

Barry casually saying “How does that feel, babyboy?” in S1

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER?!

Nice try mf I know love eyes when I see them

Another thing is their dynamic is absolutely perfect. Rafe, a bit psychotic, always taking everything seriously, grumpy asf and Barry, sassy mf that takes nothing seriously and is quite literally the only person that knows how to handle Rafe and how to talk back to him.

PLUS the actors shipping them is so wholesome and funny tbh (at least we won’t have another Jiara accident uhm…)

They also ADMITTED VERY PROUDLY that they send Rarry edits to each other 😭 “You know, whenever I miss Drew we’ll run back the tiktoks” dnsjskks

Drew literally going “Nick Cirillo who plays Barry in the show, my right hand… also my lover”

That’s boyfriends right there

One more thing I’d like to add is Barry was so judgy of Ward when he came to see Rafe (in S2 right before Rafe tried to run away and Ward came to warn him from the police), now it might be because Ward beat him up in S1 orrrrrr because he simply saw Rafes state (Rafe probably told him that his dad yelled at him that day when he slept over) and didn’t like his dad a single bit. I choose to go with the protective bf option.

Again, if one of them was a girl it would be one of the most popular ships just bc of their dynamic and banter and chemistry (JJPope situation all over again).

I hope Drew and Nick manage to sneak in a little bro kiss in some of the upcoming seasons (like that scene from Deadly Class when Marcus is randomly bro kissed), feel like it’s something they would 100% do 😭… Imagine drunk Barry going “Country cluuubbb, mwah” and Rafe just 🧍🏻

And I’d love to continue with more pics and edits but Tumblr won’t let me add more so we’ll end it here.

But they genuinely mean the world to me. I think a lot of people are shipping them as a joke but I’m IN LOVE with their ship and dynamic and the bond between them.

That’s all ty for reading 💕

[pinksugarscrub]

Since all I need to do is to ask, here I am 😎

Would you write a part 2 for Deja Vu? 🥺🥺

Pretty please? 🥺🥺

[eng it's not my first language]

I can imagine already, reader avoiding Hobie a little, but their job is their priority (at least for her) and cant really refuse missions which they need to work on in together. At some point Hobie somehow catches a glimpse of the faded scar and asks the reader how she got it.

Would reader tell him that "he" was their canon event? Would she be able to get closer to him? Would something happen?

Oooh, Im curious ~( - o-)~

“the experience of feeling unfamiliar with something that is actually very familiar” - Jamais vu

parts: 1, 2 (current)

word count: 1,959

warnings: angst, near death, heavy themes, grief

beta reader: @hyperfix-wip

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The pain, the anguish. Hobie’s seen it a hundred times over. A gaping wound worse than heartbreak because at least with heartbreak you could move forward. Try new things, become a new person but grief? 

It’s as simple as a slip of his fingers. A crack in the foundation. 

It hurt so much worse when there was a possibility something could have been done. Something he could have prevented if he was just an inch closer, a hair fast enough.

Death was a different concept depending on who you asked. Hobie liked to believe people weren’t afraid of dying, they were actually just afraid they hadn’t lived their life to the fullest.

He wasn’t a hero, not by any means but—if he could prolong someone’s life. Give them a chance to wake up in the arms of their loved ones again. If he could be who Spider-Man was meant to be. Hobie considered his life fulfilled.

Now, Hobie knows he isn’t dying but falling from a two-story building isn’t exactly a walk in the park. His lungs hurt, in fact his whole body aches but his lungs are the most pressing matter.

He lays there wheezing. Silently cursing and staring at the ceiling. Miguel will wring his neck for this and he doesn’t even want to think about how disappointed you’ll be. Maybe not disappointed because Hobie can rarely get a reaction out of you that isn’t annoyed or dissatisfied. Right now he isn’t in the mood for either.

He’ll just wait in this pile of rubble and he’s not at all opposed. You’ll finish off medieval Rhino, capture said anomaly, and then call for a medic. 

…Maybe he should call for a medic.

“Hobie!”

A voice rings out loud and clear but how do they know his name? His fingers twitch but he can’t bring himself to raise them high enough to check if his mask is still intact. When had his eyes closed?

Through the murky fog of his mind Hobie can hear concrete shattering. A weight lifting from his chest then pressure.

“No, please—” 

Water? On his cheeks?

“Wake up, wake up!”

His eyes feel so heavy. Maybe he was dying.

“Hobie don’t leave me again! Hobie!”

It would explain the pain in your voice. 

Fuck he was tired.

-

“Hobie!” Your voice breaks again. 

His heartbeat is slow, way too slow. You could shock him. Enough adrenaline in his system would shoot him awake but you can’t. You could hurt him. Make things worse. Kill him, again.

You can’t stop the sobs that rack your body or the tears streaming down your face. You can’t think about what the right thing to do is. Had you doomed him by even being associated with him?

How could this mission have gone so terribly wrong? You were watching him. You were always watching him. 

He was happy. He was healthy. He was living without you. What more could the world want from you? 

“Stay with me,” you beg. Shaking his shoulders with another sob before you lay your head on his chest. “Please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you again.”

“Spider-Woman.”

It barely registers in your mind Jess and a few other spiders have arrived, including Miguel. 

“Hey,” Jess whispers. Gently placing a hand on your shoulder but you don’t move. “You need to let us help him (y/n).”

You shake your head furiously. Holding onto his body with a grip that was sure to leave bruises. 

Jess sighs, glances over to Miguel, then steps back. Ushering the team she had gathered after your distress call a little ways away. “Scan the wreckage. Rhino is still on the loose.”

“Now,” she commanded. Watching the pitying looks vanish as they scattered.

“Kid.” 

You shrugged off Miguel's touch but he was quick to grab onto your arm regardless. Shaking you harshly. “Kid if you don’t let go he will die. You have a choice to make here.”

“I don’t want to leave him,” you blubbered. “Please don’t make me leave him.”

“You have to. Right now I need you to be strong.” Miguel’s tone softened as he leaned closer. “I wouldn’t dream of keeping you apart. You have a chance to fix what I couldn’t. Take it Spider-Woman.”

A beat of silence then two as your hands slowly slide away. You don’t hesitate to stare down the spiders assigned to him. On wobbly legs you stand, prepared to follow—

“Fuck him up, (y/n).”

That gut feeling, that hopelessness turns to anger. A fire you’ve quelled every time you pass the R.A.F.T. You turn, fist clenched and shoulders shaking. “Where’s Rhino?”

“That isn’t going to solve anything,” Miguel warns sternly.

“Where’s Rhino?” You repeat. Prepared to yell at the top of your lungs. “I’ll find him with or without you so where’s Rhino!?”

-

Four days later 

“Fucking hell…” Hobie groans. Holding the side of his head. 

Bending his finger he pauses. Bending it again he opens his eyes to find a pulse oximeter. It’s then he hears the beeps of a heart monitor. He isn’t in a hospital, though.

Squinting around the dark room Hobie recognizes this as the medical wing next to the training simulators. He didn’t even know this room had more than cotton balls and band-aids. 

“What happened…?” He whispers under his breath. 

“Good, you’re awake.”

“What the shit!” Hobie screeches. Clutching his head when it pulses at his temples. 

“Right,” The elderly woman sighs. Sitting down in a stool much too small to even be called a stool. “You’re forbidden from any extraneous physical activity for two weeks.”

She flicks through a clipboard. Tapping on the second page with another sigh. “You may not be present in spaces where the decibel level will exceed eighty—” 

Hobie sits up straighter. Ignoring the gap in the thin hospital he wore, it was grating against his skin. “What? I have a concert on-”

“Friday,” she finishes. Looking down her nose through rounded glasses. “Considering it’s now Tuesday you don’t have to concern yourself with the matter.”

He scoffs, profanities at the ready—

“For (y/n)’s sake, I suggest you adhere to these rules before she busts a fuse.”

Hobie’s head spins and the woman must take it as confusion as she speaks her next words slowly.

“(y/n) (l/n), the girl you nearly killed by dying yourself.”

You?

“Hobie don’t leave me again!”

You.

“Where-?” 

“She’s resting, same as you. Neither of you need any excitement right now but seeing as you’re going to ignore me—” She gestured half heartedly in another direction. Bracing her hands on her knees she stands with a huff. In the light Hobie can see the deep circles under her eyes. “Come with me.”

Hobie doesn’t hesitate. His knees almost give but the woman shoves a surprisingly strong hand in his direction. Steadying him which he greatly appreciates and voices with a grimace.

“Cassandra, Doctor Webbs is adequate.”

“Webbs?” Hobie chokes. 

“I will let you fall.”

He corrects himself with a loud clearing of his throat. “Webbs it is.”

The medical socks stick against the tile. It’s an uncomfortable feeling. One reminiscent of cotton candy between your fingers.

Every step he takes just brings up more questions. How could someone who couldn’t even stand the sight of him cry so deeply for him? Only staying in the same room if you had to. Smiling to keep up false pretenses of politeness.

Hobie remembers the painful constriction in his lungs. The pressure on his chest. The absolute panic in your voice. 

Did you feel guilty? Did you regret treating him so poorly when he couldn’t understand what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder?

Please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you again.

Whatever it was, he was getting answers.

“Be gentle.” 

Cassandra spoke with a quietness that had Hobie's heart dropping to his stomach. Her heels clicked into the hall before they disappeared. For privacy he supposed.

He held his breath. What was stopping him now as his hand hovered over the curtain? 

Hobie!

Was there something he didn’t want to hear? 

“She’s got her head up Miguel’s ass is what she does,” he scoffed quietly. He almost felt guilty at the disapproval on Pavitr’s face.

“She hasn’t told me much but you can agree that this job isn’t easy. Sometimes we cope in ways we don’t understand.”

He wanted to hate you. 

He wanted to hate how respectful you were to Miguel that enough of it caused you to tolerate him. He wanted to hate how you dictated every action taken on missions you were assigned on together. He wanted to hate the curves of your face, the softness of your skin but he couldn’t bring himself to hate someone who could look so broken when they thought no one was watching.

He couldn’t explain the love he had for you. It wasn’t romantic and it wasn’t pity. You weren’t friends. But he wanted you to be happy, safe. It was his life’s purpose, his duty as Spider-Man to save people.

Why did you look so sad every time you looked at him?

His lungs burned so he slowly exhaled. Peeling the curtain away he finds you already looking at him. The flimsy hospital gown you were given limp beside you.

You’re the first to speak.

“You’re ok.”

“Yeah.” His voice is gruff. He hadn’t realized how dry his tongue was.

Hobie’s eyes wander to your side. A scar runs from your rib to your hip. He takes the first chance he gets at conversation.

“Did that happen today? Not today-” he stutters. “I mean, Thursday. The- it was Thursday.”

The shake of your head is barely noticeable. “No, this was from a long time ago.” Tracing a hand over the old wound you hold his gaze. “See?”

“Right.” He swallows. Shuffling awkwardly until he sits beside you. “So…where did it come from?”

You take a moment. Like you’re calming your nerves. Like you're preparing to give him all the answers he wants.

“Doc Ock.”

“Ah.”

Finding interest in the bandages around your knuckles he looks there. Those must be fresh and definitely from Rhino.

“Hobie?”

He snaps his eyes up to your face again. “Yeah.” 

“I’m sorry.” Licking your cracked lips you continue. “For everything.”

“Everything?” He chuckles. Hoping to break the tension. “You have to be more specific shortstack.”

You look away. Letting out a barely restrained snort.

Hobie is of course, elated. “Was that a laugh? Did I just hear a laugh?”

Rolling your eyes you turn back. Wringing your hands together when they grow clammy. “Shut up. No one asked.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I just did,” he grins. Hesitating before placing his hands over your own.

“Smartass.”

“Just admit you think I’m funny and I’ll leave you alone.”

“In your dreams stickbug.”

“Oh, we’re resorting to name calling now?”

“I am.”

“Look who’s the smart ass now.”

“Hobie!” You laugh. A real laugh that shows all your teeth and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. 

It feels natural, this feels natural yet Hobie knows he’s never experienced this before. Not with you.

“Listen,” he exhales. Biting the bullet. “Whatever there was between us, it’s history. All I care about is now.”

You look at him with such…relief. It makes the feeling in his gut vanish. 

“You mean…we can start over?”

“Till we get it right,” he promises. Moving his hand to poke your side. He doesn’t know why he did it. He blames it on these new churning of his stomach. “I’ll even be your nurse until we’re out of this place.”

A smile slowly returns to your face.

“I think I’m already starting to heal.” 

~

I hope this was up to your expectations! This was giving me a lot of trouble because I couldn't decide what the "right" pathway to go was. R herself went through something traumatic so it wouldn't have been easy to share what happened in her dimension so I decided to let her tell some truth to her injury but not the whole situation. It wouldn't be fair in my mind to project expectations on Hobie because he is an entirely different version of R's Hobie which is exactly what R did. She let her guilt create a complex where she did not deserve Hobie's friendship because she failed her own Hobie. By the end of the story that changes and now they can truly see each other as people and eventually friends. In my mind she'll eventually tell him but when they're much closer and there's a possibility they feel more for each other.

Thank you for reading!

[beatrixblog]

SPOILERS FOR EP 4!

I’m just going to say it now, I may be a bit biased because of my hyperfixation, but I’d love to hear your guys feedback!

I have nothing BUT praise about this update.

The writing is stellar, the music is phenomenal as always, the things they managed to pump out with such a short deadline is amazing. I’m happy with every aspect of it. Especially the new awakening system.

And, I know you guys are disappointed Choco didn’t come back, just hear me out.

It further shows the devs amazing writing skills, and Cacao’s character as a whole. He isn’t GOING to actively search for his son, he’s allowing his son to come back to him when he’s ready, Cacao now having realised what he’s done and what kind of damage neglect can have. Which hey, is quite the achievement as most parents who neglect don’t realise letalone apologise.

He isn’t expecting him to come back, but if he will, he’ll be ready with open arms.

And I love every bit of that.

And i’m just gonna say it now

Ughsfhsfhs why did I actually get really emotional im so happy for him

[xelmokidx]

hello

First of all, I really like it posts and how r u

Second of all I was wondering if you still do metal lorda characters or IT characters?

Because if you did I was wondering if you could do a story or some headcannons.

Headcannon-

What it would be like dating hunter Sylvester

Or an angst story with Richie tozier with light smut, aged up of course

No pressure at all btw

Anyway have a miraculous day!

✌️ 😁

IM SO SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING EARLIER, I WAS SO SWAMPED WITH FINALS WEEK😭💀

ima do the metal lords request, ( I just haven’t watched -IT in a rlly long time 😭😭)

Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader

what it’s like dating Hunter Sylvester

Will drill you on metal knowledge cuz it’s his hyperfixation

like you will know just as much as he does by like the second week of dating

height difference go brrrrr

fore head kisses go crazy

is a softie but doesn’t want to be

like will beg for cuddles, cuddle you and then halfway through cuddling, will gain conciseness and push you away

(then he’ll feel rlly bad and cuddle you ten times harder)

sleepovers 🔛🔝‼️

he has such a huge and beautiful house that you insist on staying there 24/7

I mean he has all the good snacks and such a comfy bed, why wouldn’t you want to stay over for eternity??

night long car rides!!

Omg I can just imagine driving at night in like a downtown area and just talking about life and your future together

then you guys make out in his car

speaking of make outs, he does not know how to do that when you guys first start dating

like pretty boys clueless

you teach him the littlest amount of basic info

omg I can just see him like being a nerd a writing down all of the stuff your saying 😭😭

He’s literally like 🤓✍️

Sitting in at band seshes

you and Emily are besties

helping him write his songs

(there are like fifteen songs he’s written about you)

sitting on his lap whilst he writes songs

or sitting on his lap while watching movies

or sitting on his lap while in band practice

just sitting on his lap‼️‼️

braiding his hair !!

you search up YouTube tutorials in how to do different types of braids and hair styles

and if you have long hair then he can braid yours

also!! As a black curly hair girly I have this thing where I think that he doesn’t like people touching his hair, just like us curly haired people don’t like people touching our hair

so I think that if the reader has curly hair, then you guys both have mutual understanding on people violating your personal space and touching you hair, which not only brings you together but also helps you guys feel safe with one another

omg sorry for the rant lmao

Anyways

romcoms

I think he totally digs them but acts like he doesn’t

his fav romcom is ten things I hate about you

do you guys see the vision cuz I see the vision

he wants to be your Patrick and you are this kat

omg i just had a thought

what if he made a metal cover of can't take my eyes off of you 😭😭😭

DO YIU GUYS SEE THE VISION PLS TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION

Halloween!!

you are nina the killer and he’s either Jeff the killer or Nina’s canon bf eyeless Jack ( creepypasta fandom unite!!!)

he want to stay in a watch horror movie but you want to go trick or treating

he gives and you both go trick or treating

he hates Christmas I cna feel it in my bones

bur if you love Christmas he will do a complete 180 and act like he enjoys it just a little bit

will loathe your celebrity crush with his entire soul heart and bones

like he will wish death upon them

and your all like “hunter it’s not like I’m gonna date Louis partridge he’s dating Olivia Rodrigo” and he’s all like “good cuz he can’t have you 😠😠”

has a crush on Elvira

I think that’s all the headcanonna I have in me 💀💀

let me know if there’s anything else you guys want me to write, I’m on summer so I have so much time to write !!! love you freaky freaks

[mukbeez]

hai!! may I pretty please request jack x gn!reader where reader is like very lovey dovey? like they always say I love you and like holding his hand or clinging to his arm and kiss him whenever they can? and maybe someone points it out, and reader gets nervous, but Jack comforts them? ^-^

☆ — jack harkness with a lovey dovey partner

✧ masterlist — navigation

✧ carmillas notes — holy fuck im hyperfixated on this show. ALSO this is meant to be like jack in season 3-4 of doctor who so when he’s in torchwood but it’s mainly written as dw jack

✧ warnings — like one curse word

first of all, jack would LOVEEE having a lovey partner because he’s very loving himself

even though he can be kinda freaky all the time, he still makes sure to show regular affection through words of affirmation and physical touch

(he’s lost a lot of people so he likes to remind himself you’re still there through physical touch)

no matter where or when you are, that man is with you at every possible moment and will 100% let you cling to him for whatever reason

if you told him you loved him he’d genuinely get so happy he’d have to take a five second break so he doesn’t explode

his happiness is quickly replaced by sadness as he knows that he can’t be with you forever and will eventually lose you as well

pleaseee hold his hand. please. he will not be letting go of it for hours after unless he really has to but please hold his hand. he’ll definitely be teasing you for it however

also would not mind randomly being kissed. he’s also a spontaneous kisser and will 100% make out with you on the spot if you asked him

now, if someone were to say anything about how lovey his partner can be he wouldn’t think much of it at first

lowkey he’d probably laugh but then be like “sounds like your jealous”

once he realizes it may have actually upset his partner he’s like shit and will make sure they’re alright before he talks to the other person

while it may not be a big deal to him, he understands why it could be to his partner and makes sure they’re okay almost immediately

he’s very calm when talking to the other person about saying things like that, but he’s not extremely angry

jack seems like he’d also be very affectionate, type of guy to drag you off for a private walk in the middle of the day

would also just do some things for you without asking, like some work you never finished or bringing you things he thought you mind need or want

he’s also very lovey, and he’s perfectly fine with everyone knowing he is

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Any headcanons for passive Nightmare?

And if he were to meet Killer/young dream tale siblings?

Aw man I don’t check my inbox as frequently as I should. Too many unanswered questions going unanswered for too long. (Like 9 hrs to 2 days long)

Now the twins aren’t my main focus at the moment (and I beef with corrupted nightmare I hate him most of the time ong) but one HC I always had was that Dream keeps well kept, decorated wooden boxes filled with Passive’s favorite books. Ink paints the boxes with gorgeous colors and Swap carves in pretty symbols and decorations.

He tries to maintain the original copies and add new books written by Passive’s favorite authors, even if Passive died too young to read the books himself. Maybe in hopes that he’ll get his brother back one day and Passive will get to read them himself.

Because it’s been like 500 something years, I can see Dream painstakingly going through the trouble of writing down the written words onto paper and binding them himself every few years.

Or at least requesting/paying for someone to help him do so. I can also see Dream going through the trouble of translating the books into different languages, such as English, Old English, Spanish, etc, etc. any language that he knows Passive knew.

I also like to think that Ink draws pictures of Passive and young Dream and maybe how Passive would look if he were able to live and grow older for Dream. Dreamtale didn’t have the technology to take pictures, but luckily Dream is/was friends with an artist who is the protector of AUs & is also hyperfixated on AUs im pretty sure.

And Dream cherishes these a lot, not only because they’re accurate and it’s a way to further remember his brother, but because it’s a very sweet thing for Ink to do for him. I think Dream also cherishes these pictures as memories of his friendship with Ink, even after their falling out.

So I like to Hc that similar to the way people hc Nightmare/Corrupted to have a library in his castle, I like to think Dream maintains a little library of his own for Passive.

And maybe he entrusts the boxes of books to either Swap or Ink, keeping it somewhere safe in the Doodlesphere perhaps. And like Ink made sure to write down where he left the boxes on their scarf so he doesn’t forget where they put them.

And also Ink and Swap helps Dream hunt down any books that Passive liked that were lost in the 500+ year passage of time.

Now if Killer were to meet Passive, assuming Passive and Corrupted are the same person, I doubt his thoughts about Nightmare would really change. Passive would probably think Killer’s a weird, cryptic individual who is oddly interested in the black apples and yet seemingly unaffected by them too.

Passive would probably get the vibe that Killer knows something he doesn’t and is mocking him for it (regardless of if Killer actually is or not, Passive was a heavily bullied 6 yr old, most people he interacted with were often mocking towards him). I doubt Passive would feel comfortable around Killer, and Killer would enjoy making any version of Nightmare uneasy around him.

(Given how Killer projects his own shit with his Chara on to even Underswap Chara, despite eventually realizing that Underswap isn’t actually his Chara, I don’t doubt he’d do the same with Passive and Corrupted.

If Passive and Corrupted are separate entities, and assuming Killer knows that, at most he might give some cryptic “avoid doing this” bullshit type of advice.

If Passive was never meant to survive or grow up, which certainly seems the case just by going off the name of the AU—Dreamtale—then I doubt Killer actually believes he can do anything to change it. And why would he care to, his allegiances don’t lie with Passive in this case.)