#just...those two r gonna be a bit difficult..

[comicartist13]

Father's day coming up this weekend

What do I do when my primary characters have dad issues?? T_T

[bijoubetrayal]

too many ppl who know nothing about Filipino folklore n culture r talking shit about my ate. she’s based off of the manananggal, which you can compare to the European vampire, if that helps you understand it better. although, i’m reluctant to mention that becuz some ppl, who choose to be ignorant, currently hold the view that she’s just an Asian-colored vampire mishmash monster. she is not. other than the fact that she manages to exist at all, here are some details i appreciate about her.

first, she has a face that looks like my family��s. that’s my lola’s nose. that’s my mom’s birthmark. shit, those are my uncle’s cheekbones. the headpiece features jasmine, our national flower. the translucent petals are cool.

second, you can display her in two pieces, split by the torso. its not just a “cheap gimmick” you ignorant pos. at nightfall, the manananggal severs itself in two, leaving behind a vulnerable lower half while its upper half hunts for nourishment - blood, raw hearts, livers, fetuses. the red fringe represents her dangling intestines, hanging loose as she flies after ripping her body apart. the string detail is on the skirt for consistency, but also, intestines are long as fuck? why wouldn’t they also hang from the bottom, assuming they also get split in half.

while we’re on the outfit, the top is an extremely traditional (Spanish colonial, ugh) style in both fabric and shape. i have attire that looks exactly like it, minus the monster high red foil pattern. the tiny, “woven” sleeve cuffs are a nice touch. the earrings and bracelets look to be woven palm too, but aren’t as effective in plastic. the bottom half skirt is quite a bit shorter than is traditional, and the heels higher. it’s a monster high doll.

most accurate would be barefoot, tbh. but you guys would riot, and again, its a doll. actually, the shoes reference a lot from Filipino culture. the heel is a coconut tree overlooking a kubo, a one-room stilt hut built with natural materials such as bamboo and palm, and specifically made to be remade as necessary. the sole is “wooden”, also an accessible material of which some shoes were made with. it is attached by braid to what looks to be a straw strap. also not unusual for a shoe.

her fan and wings feature embroidery, and if you look closely at the latter, you will see a thin and delicate flora design in between the spider web pattern. this is extremely reminiscent of calado, a type of traditional hand embroidery akin to lace that is difficult as fuck. a dying art, btw.

i didn’t wake up looking to ride this hard for a plastic woman lmao. but if you’re gonna come for her, it better be because of the fluorescent green in her colorway and not because you don’t know what you’re talking about. honestly, a lot of Filipinos are just happy to be considered and celebrated. “wins” like this mean everything. maybe it’s not good enough for your collection, but now you know more about my culture than you would’ve gone out of your way to. and that’s good enough for me.

[satoruhour]

geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt

OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD

a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers

wc: 2.9k

warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

geto was a sweet roommate.

he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.

even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.

it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.

the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,

“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”

shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”

gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.

“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”

suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.

today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.

“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.

there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.

“(y/n)? love? you okay?”

“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”

“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”

geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.

“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”

geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.

“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.

geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.

what would it be like to actually wear it?

the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.

peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.

“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.

you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.

you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?

the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”

setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.

“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.

your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.

oh, shit.

and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.

fuck, did i say that out loud?

you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.

“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.

“yea— yeah…”

geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.

suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”

your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.

“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”

your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.

“yeah?”

you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.

“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.

“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.

“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.

geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.

“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.

“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.

“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.

you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”

“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”

you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”

your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”

he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.

geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.

“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him. 

“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.

“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.

“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”

you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.

once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”

you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.

he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.

you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—

as his roommate and maybe now, something more.

part two ♡

[lurochar]

The Shadow will Play

'Behave'? What did that mean?

In which Alastor’s shadow "plays" with you and you find out something very interesting about your lover.

Alastor’s Shadow x Reader

18+ MDNI

Part 2

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“Behave.”

It had been his Master's orders and he was trying so hard to abide by them, but you were just making it so difficult for him!

What exactly did ‘behave’ mean? It's not like his Master gave any examples in which he could follow through.

Did ‘behave’ mean not going out and slaughtering a few unlucky Sinners?

Did ‘behave’ mean not pulling a few pranks on the hotel residents and staff?

Or did ‘behave’ mean not getting amorous with his Master's lover?

(Shouldn't he be able to touch? He was a very part of Master after all).

It seemed that his Master had not told you to behave as you were touching him freely, causing him to shudder from your pleasant warmth.

“You're so cute~” You always did love how affectionate Alastor’s shadow was as it rubbed against you like a giant cat. “Is there anything you want to do today? I don't think Alastor will be back until tonight.”

The shadow tilted its head before its grin widened and it let out a series of chirps. It pushed you back on you and Alastor’s bed, cooing as you let out a surprised noise when it clamored over top of you, “W-what are you doing?”

The shadow's tail wagged as it thought back to the times where he was just a voyeur when you and his Master engaged in intimacy and knew he wanted to draw those pretty sounds from you.

“W-woah!” Your eyes widened when the shadow eagerly began to pull down your pants, probably ripping parts in the process with its claws. “Did Alastor put you up to this?”

The shadow paused for the briefest of seconds before chattering, nodding its head as it finally managed to rip your pants off.

“Well, if he’s okay with it…” You muttered, shivering slightly when you felt the shadow's two cold hands on each thigh, spreading them as you flushed at the… odd situation you found yourself in.

But if this is something Alastor wanted, then…

You jumped when your panties were practically torn off you and cool fingers were parting your folds. You shut your eyes, expecting to feel discomfort or even pain since you weren't prepared in the least and not at all wet.

The shadow tittered, using his thumb to rub circles around that nub of flesh like his Master did and as expected, you let out one of those pretty sounds that had his ears twitching.

“That… feels good.” You sighed, feeling a heat in your lower belly begin to ignite. You glanced down curiously, aching a bit when its thumb left your clit, moving so its face was directly at your cunt.

Before it could dig in, it reached up, catching you by surprise as it took hold of your arms and placed your hands on its ears, pointing at them and chirping.

“You want me to pet them while you do that?” You asked and received a nod in return. “If you're anything like Alastor, and I'm sure you will be, I'm not sure I'll be able to,” you got a sound that sounded like a huff, “but I'll try! I will!”

The shadow seemed satisfied with that.

The shadow parted your slippery folds again, keeping them spread and it was quick to bury its long tongue in your dripping hole, causing you to shudder.

Like Alastor, it could elongate his tongue.

You groaned, feeling its tongue lap at every little crevice of your pussy, slurping up your slick like a mindless animal, “H-hah, yeah. Oh, r-right.”

You squeezed its ears as promised.

You almost shattered when you felt a small vibration in your core and you barely heard something – a sound that you never heard the shadow make before and once more, to be sure, you squeezed the shadow's ears.

Again, there was that sound and that oh-so good vibration and with the absolute tongue fucking you were getting, you were gonna cum with that next one.

But that sound – what was it and why was it familiar?

The shadow ears twitched when you squeezed them again, hearing your moans while your legs spasmed around his cold body and he tried the best he could to lap up your slick as your hole clenched around his tongue.

Your noises were so pretty~♡

(He wanted more).

It took a few moments for you to gather your senses as you slowly sat up, seeing the grinning shadow practically make heart eyes at you.

But before that, you needed an answer to a question (and possibly, another answer to another question).

“That noise you made when I touched your ears, was that a deer bleat?” You asked, causing the shadow to nod and you to be taken back for a second.

 ‘I’ve touched them before, and Alastor or his shadow has never made that sound, so maybe it's just a sex thing?’ 

“If I touch Alastor’s ears during sex, would he bleat too?” You asked, thinking back and you always wondered why your lover seemed dead set on you not touching his ears during intimate times, but you had just respected his wishes and never went beyond that.

The shadow nodded.

“That’s so cute~!” You smiled brightly, bringing the shadow in for a hug and it purred, tail wagging, “Thank you for telling me this! How can I repay you?” You almost regretted asking as the shadow immediately pounced on you, ready for more of you.

His Master wouldn't be back until night, after all.

[beestriker015]

Katara x male earthbender s/o

When Katara and her brother Sokka left the South Pole to begin traveling the world with Aang, the young Avatar who’s been frozen in ice for a hundred years, romance wasn’t on her mind in the slightest, but that started to change after meeting a handsome earthbender named s/o.

Katara met s/o in the city of Omashu following their encounter with King Bumi, who insisted that the young man join the Avatar and his friends on their travels.

“Aang, if you’re gonna master the four elements, you will need an earthbending teacher, and I think s/o here will make a perfect one for you.”

He says as s/o steps forward and introduces himself to the group.

“I would love to join you guys if you’ll have me. I’d just like to apologize for everything his majesty put you through, he can be a bit….zany sometimes.”

“It’s fine s/o. My name’s Katara by the way.”

The two benders exchange friendly smiles as s/o then becomes part of the group.

While it didn’t take long for s/o to become friends with Aang and Sokka, he became especially close to Katara, eventually leading to him being confronted by the beautiful waterbender’s brother.

“Ok s/o, what’s up with you and my sister?”

“What do you mean Sokka?”

“Don’t play dumb! You two have gotten awfully close, and I’m not sure I like it. What are your intentions with her?!”

He demands as s/o doesn’t take him too seriously.

“Intentions? Sokka, Katara and I are friends. Nothing more. So just relax ok?”

“Alright, just know if you do try anything funny with her, I have a boomerang with your name on it mister!”

He walks away, but not before giving s/o the ‘I’ve got my eye on you’ hand gesture, causing the earthbender to chuckle softly.

“Sokka’s being silly, Katara’s my closet friend, I can’t possibly have feelings for her….can I?”

The more he think about it, the more s/o realizes that he may actually have feelings for Katara, causing a faint blush to appear on his face.

Meanwhile, Katara has already been aware of how she feels about s/o, and decides that she’s gonna confess to him when the right moment comes, which ends up being not long after Toph joins up with them and becomes Aang’s new earthbending teacher.

“S/o, is something wrong?”

Katara asks him one night after noticing how bummed he’s been lately.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…the reason King Bumi let me come with you and the others was to teach Aang earthbending, but with Toph taking over that role, I feel…kinda useless now.”

“But you’re not useless s/o, you’re our friend, and we’re happy to have met you. I’m happy to have met you.”

She says as both of them blush before Katara decides that it’s time to confess.

“Hey s/o? I’ve been wanting to tell you something. I…I like you, as in…more than a friend.”

“R-really Katara? Because I like you in that way too. Will you…be my girlfriend?”

He asks as she smiles and kisses him on the cheek.

“I’d love that s/o.”

And with that, the two are officially a couple.

Both of them were nervous to tell the other that they’re together, but everyone was super supportive, even Sokka, much to their surprise.

“I had a gut feeling you two would end up together, but remember s/o, treat my sister right or face the wrath of my trusty boomerang.”

“Heheh, duly noted Sokka. You have my word that I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

Dates are difficult since they’re constantly going from place to place, but Katara and s/o do spend time together shopping for supplies whenever the group stops at a nearby village, otherwise they’re snuggling right up against each other while riding on Appa.

Jealousy is practically nonexistent due to how deeply Katara and s/o care for each other, but can get annoyed when one of them gets flirted with by a local.

“I can’t believe those girls were ogling you right in front of me. Couldn’t they tell that I’m your girlfriend?”

She asks with a huff as s/o wraps his arms around her.

“I guess not, though I couldn’t care less because the only girl my heart belongs to is you Katara.”

For several days after being taught bloodbending by Hama, Katara has been having nightmares due to being traumatized by the ordeal, to which her boyfriend is always there to comfort her.

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be okay Katara. I’m right here for you.”

“It haunts me s/o. Never in my life did I imagine waterbending could be used in such a horrific way! I…I hate it!”

She begins sobbing as s/o is quick to embrace her.

“I know. You’re a good person Katara, and you’d never use would never use that bending on another person.”

(Besides the commander of the Southern Raiders of course, but I can forgive her for that considering the circumstances.)

Being calmed by her boyfriend’s reassurance, Katara sinks into his embrace as she holds him close for the rest of the night.

When it comes to fighting, s/o and Katara always have each other’s backs and work extremely well together.

“Katara! Look out!”

S/o shouts before sending a boulder flying at a Fire Nation soldier who was about ready to attack her.”

“Oh! Thanks for the save s/o!”

“No problem! That makes us even after how you healed my burns from when I fought Zuko last time.”

Upon Katara and Sokka being reunited with their father Hakoda, s/o was beyond nervous when his girlfriend told him that he wants to meet him.

“There’s nothing to worry about s/o. Sokka and I told dad everything about you. He’ll love you.”

“W-well, if you say so Katara.”

Despite being quite intimidated by his girlfriend’s father at first, s/o became relived when Hakoda greeted him with a smile.

“So you’re the guy my daughter’s been dating huh? I’ve heard a lot of great things about you from my kids, it’s nice to meet you s/o.”

“Thank you sir, and it’s an honor to meet you as well.”

When s/o and the gang sneak into the Fire Nation and acquire new clothing in order to blend in, he can’t help but blush when he sees his girlfriend’s outfit.

“How do I look s/o? Do you like it?”

She asks him teasingly as his blush deepens.

“Y-yeah, you look absolutely beautiful Katara.”

He says, causing her to blush now in response.

“T-thank you s/o, you look really good yourself.”

Now that they’re both blushing, their friends can’t help but snicker at the couple, much to their embarrassment.

Things between Katara and s/o continue to be great until after the Firelord is defeated, when Katara suddenly realizes something.

“Where do we go from here s/o?”

She asks him as he looks at her questioningly.

“What do you mean Katara?”

“Since Aang defeated Firelord Ozai, I plan on going back home with Sokka to the South Pole to be with my dad while you’ll be returning to Omashu right? I…I don’t want us to be apart s/o.”

“Neither do I, which is why I’m going with you.”

“Y-you are?”

She looks at her boyfriend in surprise as he smiles.

“Yep. King Bumi and my parents gave me their blessing, so now you’re stuck with me.”

He jokes as she proceeds to hug him tightly.

“This is great! I love you s/o.”

“I love you too Katara.”

The two smile lovingly at each other and kiss, with Katara extremely happy to be with her earthbender s/o.

[seths-rogens]

cardboard houses, cardboard hearts | M | 1.9k | ao3

should’ve been finishing my infidelity au, but instead the cardboard joe cutout i was given inspired me to crank this out in one sitting,, anyway, please enjoy :)

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Eddie often thanks God that he took the leap and moved to Indianapolis after he finally graduated high school. Not that he really believes in God. Just… figure of speech and all. Though, maybe he’d believe in God if they were a metalhead with tatties and an eyebrow piercing, but he thinks that might ruin their image honestly.

He’s getting off topic.

Eddie often thanks God for Indy in moments like these. Moments where he has a fucking beautiful man pinned to his own front door, strong, thick fingers tangling in his hair as Eddie desperately tries to fit his key into the lock. He shoves his thigh between Pretty Man’s legs - he didn’t catch his name - and presses upwards. Pretty Man whines, grinding down and making it all that more difficult to unlock the goddamn door.

“Hold on, Sweetheart. I just gotta-“ Eddie bites back a groan as Pretty Man kisses down his neck, sucking a bruise over his pulse as the key finally slips into the lock. Chrissy’s never gonna let him live the marks down.

He’s surprised he picked anyone up tonight at all. He’d gone to a concert alone for once, as Chrissy was staying at her new girlfriend’s place, and Gareth and Jeff weren’t the biggest fans of his guilty pleasure artist ‘King S’.

And honestly? In any other world. Eddie wouldn’t be either.

King S isn’t his usual style. Where Eddie usually loves a hard drumline, thrashing guitars and lyrics you can only scream, King S is all soft melodies and crooning vocals set to slow drum beats.

He’d stumbled upon him completely by accident, honestly. It’d been a slow day at the record store Eddie manages. He’d been there for nearly five hours and so far he’d only served maybe three customers - and two of those customers were an old couple shopping for their granddaughter. So he’d picked the first magazine he could reach off the stand by the counter, and flipped it open to a random page.

It’d been an interview with King S, who’d just released his first album at the time. He was talking about his inspiration for making music - his best friend and little brother who, he’s quoted as saying, ‘always ragged on him when he played his pop shit in the car’ - and the meaning behind his stage name - reclaiming an old high school nickname he’d been given after his brief stint as a bit of a mean girl, though now he promises he’s using it for good.

He’d flipped the page to find a double page spread of King S curled up in a bathtub. His eyes were squeezed shut through the lacy masquerade mask that was supposedly his staple (no one knew his real identity after all). His hair was messy and flying all over the place. He was…

He was naked. Or at least that’s how it seemed.

His arms and legs were bare, the black and white photo only emphasising the toned curves of the muscles in his arms and back and the dark hair covering those lush thighs.

Call him obvious but Eddie had been intrigued. He knew they’d received a new shipment of records that morning that weren’t supposed to be hitting the shelves until the next day, so he figured what the hell!

Ten minutes later, elbow deep in a shoddily painted green wooden crate, Eddie emerged victorious with King S’s debut album ‘Robins and Tadpoles’ in his hands.

The album cover was two people’s hands clasped together, matching ice cream cone tattoos on both wrists. There was a little dedication on the back. To R & D.

He took it out to the turntable on the shop floor and dropped the needle. When the soft music started, he was hesitant, but as the album moved on he quickly realised he was hooked.

He’d gone into the shop bright and early the next day - on his day off no less - and bought the album. Only slightly laughing at the look on Mike’s - part time Lit student, part time cashier, full time grump - face.

That had been two years ago, and Eddie had been solidly on the King S train since.

Sure, Gareth and Jeff - and Grant too when he was in town - would tease him about abandoning his people, about betraying the freaks and the weirdos, but really they supported his love for the artist, even if they didn’t quite get it.

So when King S announced a stop in Indy on his second album tour, the guys (and Chrissy) had banded together to get him tickets as an early 26th birthday present. Except when the day came, they were all busy, so he went by himself.

He didn’t mind really, was just happy to be there to appreciate the music. (And the man himself, Eddie has eyes, come on now.)

Elated and feeling just a little self fulfilled after the concert, Eddie had gone to his favourite queer/metal bar, Crash. He’s picked people up there before, sure, but they’ve all been metalheads, just like him, and as many of his friends have said in the past, he’s cursed to have the hots for the preppy jock types.

Usually, that’s not the type of guy he’d find in Crash. Tonight was different.

Eddie had been sat at the bar, thinking about King S’s arms beneath the crimson sweater he wore on stage, when a gorgeous man had stepped up beside him to buy a beer. The man was wearing a dark, charcoal coloured t-shirt under a light grey Members Only jacket, paired with light blue levi’s.

Eddie kinda felt his jaw hit the floor. Could this be the perfect end to the perfect night?

This brings us back to now. Eddie finally pushes the door open, swings Pretty Man around and pushes him back against it.

He drops his keys somewhere. It doesn’t matter. He’ll find them tomorrow.

They’re grinding fast against one another now, only their harsh, panting breaths filling the silence of Eddie’s apartment. Eddie slides his hand into Pretty Man’s hair, tugs on this side of too hard. Pretty Man moans, loud, almost echoing, and tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie to defile.

Eddie leans in, presses his lips to those two little moles, and—

“What the fuck?”

Eddie pulls back to look at Pretty Man’s face. He’s still, not looking at Eddie, instead staring with wide eyes into the open plan of Eddie’s living room.

Eddie follows his gaze and… Oh. Yeah. He forgot about that.

See the King S tickets hadn’t been Eddie’s only birthday gift. He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass, but his friends thought it was hilarious. Eddie thinks they’re assholes.

Because Pretty Man is staring at a life size cutout of King S, standing by the wall.

Eddie winces, pulls away. This guy might not look like a metalhead, but he was in a metal bar, there’s no way he listens to King S. He’s gotta come up with an explanation for this, and fast.

“Um, yeah… About that… would you believe me if I said I didn’t buy it?” He asks sheepishly, avoiding Pretty Man’s eyes.

“You’re a fan?” Pretty Man asks, except he sounds dejected, which Eddie thinks is weird. And actually? Fuck this guy. He’s allowed to like whatever he wants.

“Yeah, man. What’s wrong with that? Maybe it’s not for everyone but King S actually makes really good music.” He gets more than a little defensive, takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, no… that’s not what I meant.” Pretty Man raises his hands placatingly.

“Then what did you mean?”

Pretty Man sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “Don’t you recognise me?”

Eddie furrows his brow in confusion. “Do I like, know you or something?”

Pretty Man raises his eyes to the ceiling like this is difficult. “Really? Nothing?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t…” Pretty man nods, sighs, and then walks past Eddie further into the apartment. “Hey, you can’t just—“

“How about now?” Pretty Man asks, stopping right next to the cardboard cut out.

Eddie flits his eyes between the man and the cut out, trying to understand what Pretty Man is getting at until he sighs again, pulls down the sleeve of his jacket to reveal…

A tattoo of an ice cream cone, and suddenly it all clicks.

Oh. Oh no. That’s… oh holy ever loving fuck.

“Holy shit!” Eddie exclaims, pointing frantically between Pretty Man and the cardboard. “You’re King S!”

“Yeah. It’s uh, Steve, actually.” Pretty Man, King S, Steve nods, seeming much more shy than he was ten minutes ago. He’s curled his arms around himself, trying to make himself shrink. Eddie feels bad.

“Did you think I was trying to sleep with you because you’re famous?”

“I mean, weren’t you?” Steve won’t meet his eye. Instead he’s staring around the room, taking in all the little details of Eddie’s life.

Eddie takes a step towards him. “No, man. I just thought you were pretty, that’s all.”

“You really didn’t know who I was?” Though he still looks unsure, Steve finally meets his eye.

Eddie shakes his head, coming to a stop in front of Steve. “I didn’t even buy that thing, dude. My friends thought it would be funny because you’re like, the only non-metal artist I listen to.”

Steve smiles at that. He really is so pretty, Eddie can’t help but think. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, man. Heard your first album right after it came out and I was hooked!” Eddie laughs softly. “I used to be a little bit narrow minded when it came to music, but I heard yours and it’s like the world of music blasted wide open.”

A pretty pink blush spreads its way across Steve’s cheeks. “Oh, uh… That’s really cool. I’m glad you like it.”

“I was at your show tonight, actually.”

“You were?”

“Yeah!” He shrugs. “I used to play in a band in high school, we were never very good but I liked to think I had good stage presence, right?” Steve nods and Eddie grins, leaning in a little. “I was nothing compared to you. It was fucking electric, I felt like my skin was buzzing.”

Steve’s smile seems to grow even wider. He sways forward into Eddie’s space, almost unconsciously. “This might be crazy, but do you wanna start over? Forgo the one night stand and just, I don’t know, get coffee or something? I know this cute little 24 hour place, Victoria Street, it’s only a couple blocks away.”

Eddie narrows his eyes a little. “Stevie… barely anyone knows Victoria Street. Are you, dare I say it… local?”

Steve’s cheeks darken even further. “Maybe.”

Eddie laughs. “Then, I’d love to start over. I wanna get to know you as Steve, not King S.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s, tugs him

back towards the door. “God, how much do you know..?”

“I may have read a couple interviews.”

Steve groans, embarrassed, as the door clicks shut behind them.

Then, a few moments later. “Shit! My keys!”

The date goes well. As does the second, and the third, and so on, and so on. They’re officially exclusive by date 7.

Steve meets Chrissy and the boys on date 20. Eddie meets Dustin and Robin, right before date 45.

On date 94, Steve presents his third album to Eddie. There’s a different dedication on the back cover this time.

To E, my love.

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lemme know if u wanna be added to a permanent taglist for anything i do in the future, i’m thinkin’ that might be funky :)

[the-undeadwriter]

Hi there! I have a hurt/comfort request for Ranpo. Would you be willing to write headcanons or a scenario for his s/o (ADA!reader) being captured and held hostage by an opposing organization, and he and the others won't be able to rescue them for a few days due to circumstances? Let's also say for the sake of writing they can't use their ability to escape cuz their captors accounted for that. They're visibly shaken and terrified when the other members can finally rescue them, and Ranpo has to help calm them and assure them they're safe now.

Is there a reason this took so long? Nope! Just a mild depressive episode :)

Anywayyyy this got super long, so I had to cut this kinda short!! If anyone wants a part two or something similar, don’t be scared to ask!

Warnings: Kidnapping, references to violence. GN! Reader!

Requests are open!

It’s been… fuck, about a week? Keeping track of days is incredibly difficult when there’s no windows and you keep being fed at vastly different times to throw you off. You can’t even scratch the number of days you think you’ve been in here because of these stupid shackles!

At the very minimum, you sighed, leaning back against the cool wall of the blank cell you’d been kept in, you’d be able to study these shackles when you got back to the agency. If you got back at all…

You believed in your coworkers— your friends, your boyfriend— ability to get you back safely, but it was hard to keep up hope when you’d been stuck here for days, and your captors made it a point to torture you for information every other day.

You sigh again, closing your eyes and shifting in place, trying to get comfortable. These shackles held your hands behind your back, digging into your skin. It was a struggle to even stand without the help of your hands, let alone lie down—

Clank!

…what the fuck was that?

Bang!

No, seriously, what—?!

BOOM!!

Oh, shit— this is how you die, isn’t it? you didn’t answer any of their questions, and now they were gonna kill you for being a stubborn idiot— shit, were you shaking??

You can’t move. You’re chained to a wall, scared out of your mind— you’re a sitting duck. Prey, caught in a trap. Stars, this is the end?? You were going to die in a cold cell, without seeing any of your friends ever again? Fuck, they wouldn’t even have a body to bury holy shit—

“Oh, Hey!! I found them!”

…Dazai????

You look up— when did you close your eyes— and see Dazai, standing a few feet away from the bars of your cell.

He’s not looking at you, he’s staring down a darkened hallway just out of view. You shift up, trying to— get his attention? See what’s he’s looking at??— But you only manage to twist your arms uncomfortably.

You try to clear your throat, speak up and call for assistance, but— pounding footsteps echo through the stone facility, rapidly approaching before Dazai is unceremoniously shoved out of the way with a small protest by— “R- Ranpo!?”

This past day has been so fucking strange but— You really hadn’t expected being rescued today, let alone by the entire agency. You were that important, huh? They didn’t even do that when Atsushi and Kyouka got kidnapped.

You don’t really recall what happened next— not clearly, anyway. You think there was a lot of crying, probably from you. You don’t know how the cell was opened, or when you were led out of the facility, or when they got those cuffs off, but you were sitting on the floor outside now, with Yosano carefully checking over the angry red marks on your wrists while you felt your ability slowly returning to you.

“Mh, shouldn’t be too bad… you won’t be able to do any workouts for a bit, but…” She shrugs, pulling a blanket over your shoulders with a small sigh. She rests her hands on your shoulders for a moment before pulling you into a hug, squeezing you gently. “You’ll be okay.”

You carefully pull away, tugging the torn sleeves of your shirt down. Glancing back towards that god forsaken ability reveals that you weren’t the only person inside. You see dozens of other people being led out by varying authorities— it seems this wasn’t just an agency mission.

Turning back to Yosano, you pull the blanket tighter around yourself. “Yosano-sensei…” You start carefully, voice cracking from disuse. “Where’s—?”

Carefully, warm hands settle on your shoulders, pulling your body backwards towards someone’s chest. They rest their head on yours, taking a deep breath before pulling away. You tilt your head back, already aware of who’s behind you. “Ranpo,” You breathe out, eyes wide.

Your beloved partner stares down at you, expression tight. You hear Yosano stand with a grumble, heeled shoes clicking against the pavement as she walks away, but you don’t care about her right now. You were seeing your boyfriend for the first time in days, you were busy.

Slowly, he steps around you and drops to his knees in front of you, opening his eyes and carefully scanning over your features. He lifts a shaking hand and presses it against your cheek, brushing away some of the dirt caked onto your skin. “Hi,” he whispers, voice cracking on the syllable.

You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, catching his hand and holding it in your own with a smile. “Hey,” You rush out, feeling like you can finally breathe again.

Ranpo doesn’t cry, not like you are, but he doesn’t need to. Something in his face shifts, and you know, without words, that he’s just as happy to have found you finally. He leans forward and presses your forehead against his own, letting his eyes fall shut as he breathes out— like he can finally breathe again too.

It will take you… a while, to fully recover. Physically and otherwise. But, you are out. You are safe. Your boyfriend is with you, as are your friends. No matter what comes, no matter what happens, you will be okay.

You know you will be. You have to be.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Middle space reader with CG Johnny cage (mk1 and mk11?, separately)

also maybe CG sindel and CG Shao Kahn (mk11, together) with middle space reader?

I'll post the other one some time later. :3

Also, do you have have any middlespace activity suggestions? I never know what to write for it :(

Btw, there's some curse word mentions in here, but nothing too bad

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

⭐️ Really good with middlespace regressors!!

⭐️ A bigger kid? Awesome! There's so many fun activities you two can do!!

⭐️ If you like doing your nails, he'd get, and learn, how to do nails on you and him

⭐️ It takes many attempts, the results are . . . there, and it's totally not, very much mostly, his fault <3

⭐️ I'm not saying he'd let you curse all the time . . . But definitely some times 😎 

⭐️ Like, he didn't hear that naughty word, must have never happened! (he thinks he's cool by letting you slide most time since your bigger) (unless you curse often while regressed, he won't do it around you, but its chill)

⭐️ Big kids can watch scary movies, so he defiantly let's some more pg13+ (and a very select few rated R) movies slide

⭐️ ^ Nothing too bad or gory, he won't let all movies slide

⭐️ . . . His movies are definitely on the ay-okay list

⭐️ He also thrives for teen drama movies, no cap

⭐️ Dress up? Nah, nah, cosplay! (Big kid dress up)

⭐️ He's got a bunch personally, closet cosplays one of his favorite big kid activities

⭐️ If you're cool going outside while small, Johnny's got you!!

⭐️ Skating parks, he'd make sure you have a blast!!

⭐️ Zoo or Aquarium trips? Total big kid thing, he'll give you as many animal facts as he can

⭐️ Afraid of the press? No worries. It can be pretty scary, but Johnny's already figured it out (outlandish outfit, he’ll be the center of attention, you won't even be noticed most times)

⭐️ He'll play more ‘bigger’ games with you, more leaning towards things like Halo instead of kiddie phone games

⭐️ ^ But it has to be on easy, or he's gonna own you 💪 (he's words, not mine-)

⭐️ Snapchat filter time is his FAVORITE, if you allow him to take pictures, he'll have a whole album just of you two being silly with it

⭐️ More ‘darker’ middlespace? Like emo, goth, scene, grudge, etc? Johnnys got you

⭐️ Makeup, eyeliner, outfit styling, he knows the works (and some great pg bands to listen to!!)

⭐️ Definitely not against making bracelets, but he probably uses most of the beads by accident 😬 (he'll buy more . . . And do it again)

⭐️ He'll move away from nicknames like Little One or Kiddo, and more towards ones like Superstar or Pumpkin (unless asked)

⭐️ Nerd too, especially if you like ‘geeky’ things

⭐️ (^ He is very up for watching the entirety of Star Wars with you in your headspace, and will listen to your rambles or answer as many questions as he can)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK11 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

💫 Semi related to the other one, but he already knows how to do your nails 😎

💫 He’s old(er), and a girl dad, he knows a lot of things

💫 Like tying kandi bracelets so they won’t come apart! He’ll even put them on the string so they won’t fall!

💫 A bit more strict with curse words (Unless that isn’t your rule at all)

💫 Like, yeah, your bigger … But you better watch those words Mister/Missy!

💫 He gives me more of a grunge teenage phase than a punk one (MK1 Johnny gives me ex-punk/rock phase), so he’s pretty good at finding ph types of music if you're interested in that!

💫 The press isn’t on him as much as they used to be, but sometimes it's still difficult to regress in public at times

💫 His favorite middlespace activity? Music in the park, it's like a mini concert!

💫 Will argue about putting you down for nap time though, especially if your acting naughty 😕

💫 Just cause your bigger, doesn't mean you can act naughty now!!

💫 . . . Unless it's pranking, he'd help with some (like pranking Jacqui or Cassie! What's better better a few laughs?)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I'm so sorry, I had no ideas for MK11 Johnny, I'm always really bad at writing HCs for him 😭

[blubushie]

r u loveless or just aro?

Uhh...

Honestly I'm not sure. I'm gonna break it down a little cuz the ASPD defo makes it a little difficult to work through.

ROMANTIC ATTRACTION

I'm defo arospec to some degree. Like 99% aromantic 1% alloromantic. I don't feel romantic attraction to people, but I do form brief obsessions/fixations that last a few months and then immediately die once that phase passes. I wouldn't consider it a crush since it's more a platonic thing and not romantic (though there's been a few times I've been convinced I've loved someone only for it to actually be me obsessing). There's only one person I'm certain I ever felt romantic love for, but the relationship didn't last long enough for me actually be certain if that was genuine love or also just a Mental Illness Obsession Episode.

SEXUAL ATTRACTION

Have this. I'm 100% allo in this regard.

PLATONIC ATTRACTION

I... don't have this. I've never had a desire to befriend someone. When someone tells me they want to be my friend it fills me with an immediate sense of panic and a desire to avoid that person and get away from them. (i get this with confessions of romantic attraction too—arguably not as bad though.) All friends I've ever made have been the result of someone constantly hounding me and not leaving me the fuck alone until I kinda gave up on avoiding them. On rare occassions this has resulted in someone gaining my trust enough that I've gotten closer to them and formed an emotional bond to them. But I've never had the desire to make friends, or to get to know someone, so I would consider myself aplatonic. I know a lot of people at present—there's only two I'd genuinely consider to be my friends. Over my entire life there's really only been four (or five, if you count my dad). And three out of those four I was also sexually attracted to, so...

FAMILIAL ATTRACTION

I genuinely don't know how much of this I feel versus how much of this is just societal obligation and "doing the right thing". Sons take care of their mothers and their fathers. I am definitely bonded to my father, but my mother is largely a hit and miss. I have a bit of trauma from her, so that's likely got something to do with it. I take care of her because it's the right thing to do, as sons are supposed to care for their mothers. Both of my siblings are half-brothers that I've never really been close with or even lived with, with my younger brother being 21 years my senior. I'm not very attached to them because of that. I think I'd be more affected by how their loss would affect my father than how it'd affect me.

The only familial attraction I've ever really felt is my son and Misty... but I'll also be honest that I'm not entirely sure what familial attraction is. I know what being in love with someone is as a concept, I know what sexual attraction is, I know what platonic is... but I don't understand how familial attraction differs from platonic aside from "societal obligation to family". I'd call my dad my friend, but he's my dad, so I respect him as a parent and confidant instead.

Which is to say that, yeah, I guess I'm afamilial too? I don't fucking know. I'd call myself a loveless aro, personally. I wish that aromanticism didn't bank so hard on emotional bonds with people at all. I wish there was a lot less of "I may not feel romantic attraction but I still love my friends and family!! 🥰🥰 Aros still love their families and friends just like normal people!!" because I really... don't? Emotional attachments aren't some saving grace from the brokenness of being aro, and my lack of them doesn't make me a broken person or a bad person.

[tanketorskk]

sending in asks bc u r beloved mutual and i want to send stuff to potentially chew on 🙏

Thinking abt Evan and Barty developing feelings for eachother in ways that are completely sane and healthy for the both of them <3

Barty doesn’t really have much of a reaction to realizing he’s in love with Evan tbh. His thing with Evan hasn’t been normal ever, he’s always yearned to be merged within him, wanting to make out with him is just a facet of that (if not a natural progression in his eyes). I think it would prob take Evan a little longer to realize it? He figures out Barty has a gay little crush on him and he’s practically clicking his heels in excitement bc hes an insufferable egomaniac. He very, very much treats it like a joke they’re both in on until he has to confront he’s way too into it. Barty knows this already and he also knows Evan’s attracted to men bc…duh.

They’re just kind of stuck in this limbo of knowing that whats between them isnt completely platonic and they keep flirting with eachother and theyre way too close for “friends”. But actually talking about the implications of that is way too difficult and vulnerable so they dont do it for as long as possible (and they do the exact same thing once they start fooling around). Idk they’re just guys who deal with their queer identities in emotions in completely healthy ways and don’t compartmentalize at all!!

P.S: their friends also sense their faggotry but most of them are homophobic teenage boys and thats way too uncomfy to bring up so they just. Don’t.

Yessss throw all the stuff at me you want,,, I'm eating this up < 3

I think we need more they're something but they're not gonna talk about it rosekiller cause it's just,, it's so good

I definitely think Evan is the one who takes the longest to realise it. I love to throw a bit of religious guilt in there from Barty's side cause I am a bit of a sucker for little smartass nerd Barty who slowly grows into the degenerate we all know he really is lol

I like the thought of their friends being like,, there's something not straight about those two but also upon first glance you think they're just those idiots that sit in the back of the class and act just a smidge too homoerotic towards each other while being like "haha no homo tho"

[rizzyu]

Hello there! :D If u dont mind, can i req platonic friendship hcs for luxiem? where gn!reader looks up to them as an older brother figure? +bonus points if they also have a chaotic personality >:D Have a great day~

Big-brother Figure HC

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, heehee haha funni

Warning: C h a o s .  

Summary: Platonic relationship with the Luxiem members :D

A/N: Hi hi! That is such as cute idea! I can already imagine the chaos before even starting to write lol Anyways thank you for the request :D

Vox Akuma

He tries his very very very very very best not to bring in sussy conversations while you are around, since you're like his little-sibling figure

It's very fucking difficult for him to not straight up yell something like FORKIN- *** **** ***** ***, but he really R E A L L Y tries his best (c'mon you gotta give him some slack for trying this hard)

Even though you might already have learnt it from other Niji members (mr satan here might choke those specific members if he finds out)

But Vox also takes care of you very well

Like he'd go out of his way just to make sure you have the best meals every day

Overall, I think Vox would be a very caring but yet very protective big-brother figure

Mysta Rias

You'd be making fun of him A LOT (like real siblings lol) and also pick on him specifically

Like in every roast tier list, Mysta's in the "bullied" tier, and you're the living proof of that.

Say if you're playing Crab Game, you'd specifically throw a snowball at him out of nowhere, causing him (using his webcam mic that makes him sound like he's in the middle of a damn hurricane) to scream like he's stuck between the fabric of reality and the backrooms

Basically like this: "WHAAA WHA%#%@"#*@ WHO THE %##*@/× FUCK ^@!~# DID&פ^#*!/£₩※THAT /£&&$)#(@#:"

Meanwhile you: "MUHYAHYAHYAHAYYAHAYAGHAGSSBABBA L L L L L L"

And if Mysta is cooking, just like Vox his Mysta's cooking stream, you'd scold him for cooking in such uhhhhh c u r s e d ways

“Mysta, for the love of Riku Tazumi, by “pour oil into the pan”, doesn’t mean to fill the entire pan with oil.”

Overall, chaotic sibling-like relationship with Mysta :)

Luca Kaneshiro

The most chaotic duo in NijiEN

You two would both pull pranks and say random deez nuts, ligma jokes to other members

Whenever you two take part in collabs (especially large ones), I can imagine you both causing so much mischief that everyone would be screaming your names while chasing you two who are laughing your butts off (I love his laugh it’s so goofy)

He’d teach you his ways of pogging

Say if you’re playing Minecraft, you two would probably place lava traps in front of the doors of every house, before hiding nearby to see the other members scream when they fall into the trap

Basically he’s gonna troll with you all the time :)

Ike Eveland

Just like Vox, very caring but very protective

He really enjoys reading you the novels he wrote and making you caviar toast. Even if you dislike caviar, he (tries) to not be too disappointed in you lol

Ike also like to teach you how to write novels and how to speak some Swedish words

And usually when you did well when he’s teaching you things, he’d give you a headpat :3

Usually if some other members say something a bit sussy, broski would look d e a d into their eyes while having both hands covering both of your ears, before politely telling you to go somewhere else for the meantime. Then he'd threaten whoever did that in front of you.

I like it when he goes psychopath mode. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Shu Yamino

You’d definitely greet each other with “eyyyyyyyyyyyyy” everytime you meet lol

If you’re a smart person, you’d probably be talking about maths or something in the middle of a game.

“There are two boxes blocking that so if we double it we can cover the whole thing.”

 “Yea but there isn’t enough space to place 4 boxes there, maybe 3.46 boxes can work.”

“Seems like 3.48 would work better.”

“BUT IT’S JUST A 0.02 DIFFERENCE-” (made-up scenario lol)

The whole time chat would be spamming the nerd emoji 🤓🤓🤓

You, Shu and Petra would get along very well too, since Petra is like a sister figure to Shu

Happy penguin siblings :D

[youngyoo-apologist]

Master-post guide on [In the Borderline]

Hey guys if you’re wondering why this exists is because I think that ItB has too many words so I’m just gonna straight up give you guys summaries of each chapter. + other world building stuff that’s important because there’s a lot of it and with how long it is, it’s hard to remember lol.

Chapters for s1

Prologue: Changes

Summary—> The people around Cale Henituse noticing how he’s changed, a set up chapter for the bigger plot.

What’s important:

Events have happened differently from canon(most notably, Violan and Deruth’s marriage being pushed back three years)

Basen being vaguely aware about his brother’s reasons to acting that way (implying that Cale’s trash act wasn’t completely perfect from the start)

Jour’s study housing novels and research books of all kinds.

The regression goes back to year 777 (4 years before the Harris Village Incident)

Chapter 1: Welcome Back(1)

Summary—> Kim Roksoo witnesses the end moments of Cale’s death and interferes with the deal after passing out while reading [The Birth of a Hero]. He now knows the voice in his head(concerning I know.) was actually the trash, Cale Henituse. The first few days of the regression on Roan are detailed. Cale begins to repair his relationship with his siblings

What’s important:

They won the war. Roan Kingdom was never razed to the ground.

Lily Henituse is alive(actually count most of the hero party here too, they all would’ve technically bit the dust by the final battle in TBoaH)

The deal being imperfect.

Once again Jour’s study being basically the library of Alexandria i guess.

Chapter 2: Welcome back(2)

Summary—> Cale wakes up on Earth, they go to a library before the chapter cuts back to Roan. Cale trains and spends time with the north-eastern nobles. Two year time skip after this. At the ending Cale’s whole death is revealed alongside the deal Choi Han made with the God of Death. He is now aware of the existence of [The Birth of a Hero].

What’s important:

List of survivors: Lily, Lock, Rosalyn, Hans, Alberu, Amiru, Choi Han.

List of those who had died: Jour, Deruth, Ron, Basen, Violan, Eric, Hilsman (Ron’s situation is complicated, though lol)

Lock and Lily were not there for the finale of the battle as well as Alberu, Rosalyn was there but she did not see the final confrontation with the WS

Despite Cale making the deal immediately after he died, those in Roan lived one more year until the world was reset.

Chapter 3: What was left behind(1)

Summary—> Aftermath of Cale’s death. Backstory stuff to how Henituse got involved with the hero party. Choi Han becomes count, one year timeskip and everybody becomes the papers in [The Birth of a Hero]. Choi Han’s deal with death in detail. Death monologs about important plot stuff

What’s important:

The amount of words everyone had on their papers. For example, Lily having several blank pages despite living and witnessing major parts of the war while the original protagonists of [The Birth of a Hero] have many words on their pages.

Removing/repressing memories from souls being a difficult process since souls r memories.

The only thing stronger than Death was Memories. No one truly dies until they are forgotten.

The more GoD messes with things the less power he actually has cause of # punishment (he’s getting beat up)

Chapter 4: What was left behind(2)

Summary—> Choi Han’s back in Korea and tells his mom he’s suicidal(self aware king!) , eats food and has several flashbacks. Choi Han lives life in Korea for a month before he runs into the dark forest cause he’s paranoid (# self sacrificial king, he didn’t need to do all that tho) and he wrote a lot in diaries and journals about his time in Roan

What’s important:

Choi Han and Choi Jungsoo actually interacted in the past and Choi Han’s time on earth is closer to CJS and KRS’s time

CH’s dad(Choi Sujin/CSJ) noticing CH’s presence even though CH is literally a war veteran.

CH being mentally unstable (VERY IMPORTANT)

Chapter 5: Old friend(1)

Summary —> Cale posses KRS on earth. Cuts to Roan and Cale makes plans to go to Harris Village without Deruth’s knowledge. Important nightmare sequences happen. Cale goes to Harris village

What’s important:

The first signs of the imperfect regression.

Cale’s depressing and somewhat gay dreams

The concepts of ghosts as a whole

Chapter 6: Old friend(2)

Chapter summary—> Cale goes to Harris village and collects the Rings of Life and he also starts bleeding and looking like he’s almost dying. Choi Han was stalling meeting Cale so he took a walk near the forest only to meet Cale anyway and rush him to medical attention. CH can see KRS too and communicate telepathically. Choi Han follows them back to Rain City

What’s important:

Everything about RoL

CH being able to see KRS

CH getting out of the forest earlier.

CH having unreliable memories and narration of events

The Granny who took in Choi Han having grandchildren unlike in [The Birth of a Hero]

Chapter 7: Old friend(3)

Summary—> They get back to rain city. CH and Cale talk and communicate feelings (rare, they don’t do it again after this) Cale finds out abt Choi Han’s depressing villain origin worthy story. Deeper insight into the war. Choi Han and Beacrox face off.

What’s important:

Flashback scenes

A/N; I edited the chapter I’m okay with it now :D

Chapter 8: What to do?(1)

Summary—> Hilsman and Hans gossip while Beacrox begrudgingly listens. Hilsman gets humbled by Choi Han. Choi Han and Kim Roksoo talk and have a bonding experience abt Cale giving them gray hairs. Time passes and flashback to Choi Han talking abt killing Raon first time around. Chapter ends with them planning to sneak out

What’s important:

Everything about time and about how that is detailed

Cale and KRS not knowing anything abt why stuff is like this (they will find out eventually, unfortunately for them lmfao)

Chapter 9: What to do?(2)

Summary—> Choi Han and Cale go on a date but they don’t call it a date also Cale finds out abt Lily taking sword lessons. Chapter ends with KRS finally being able to physically interact with things after 2 years of not being able to

What’s important:

Cale’s trash act not being completely perfect.

Robin(yes they don’t show up again after this chapter but they will eventually, not rlly a major OC but their existence is something to think about time to time)

A/N: This chapter is very skippable ngl. Unless u like reading yaoi u don’t rlly have to read in between the lines for this one, only the ending segment is important. This was a filler chapter

Chapter 10: A dragon is here?!(1)

Summary—> Planning to save Raon and all of that stuff. Flashback scenes about the Henituse family, Cale promisss to get his five year old sister a great sword and no one questions it. Kim Roksoo didn’t show up for a bit and came back looking like shit which is brought up later

What’s important:

Stuff about the Henituse family.

Lily talking to Choi Han about her problems WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG(important cause she didn’t do that anymore after she got older lmfao)

Chapter 11: A dragon is here(2)

Summary—> the first half of the chapter is basically how saving Raon went in the novel with some extra dialog here and there. Cale and CH go on another date because Cale is lonely and he misses his friends and wants to see Kage and Taylor again.

What’s important:

There’s nothing important in the big scheme of things.

Kage and Cale r friends tho (guess I should say were)

Raon can see ghost Cale but because Cale is Cale he looks weird and scary like an actual ghost

A/N: tbh u could skip this chapter or just read a summary and nothing would change other than missing silly character interactions.

Chapter 12: Enjoy your youth(1)

Summary—> Cale goes to a noble meeting. We go back to earth for a flashback and find out why KRS looked like shit a few chapters ago(it was because someone was attempting to bully him but then Cale scared the shit out of the losers so it’s all good) anywho they all kinda settle into doing regular fun things and they all realize they had fucked up childhoods. They have fun and play around

What’s important:

Not much of mega importance this is just like a filler/fun chapter

Chapter 13: Enjoy your youth(2)

Summary—> Cale and KRS go to theme park and have a good time. More insight as to why KRS isn’t living with his uncle. KRS and Cale talk a little abt feelings(rare occurrence)

What’s important:

KRS originally being adopted at 14 instead of as a young child

That’s it.

Chapter 14: Getting to know you(1)

Summary—> character interactions happen, I can’t summarize all of that I’m sorry but um yeah there’s a lot of stuff about the original timeline in this chapter

What’s important:

Original timeline mentions

That’s it.

A/N; the summary for this one sucks but honestly this chapter while not super relevant is pretty important so um yeah live laugh love

Chapter 15: getting to know you(2)

Summary: Flashbacks to the past and KRS finds out CJS and CH are related because CH draws and records stories because he’s lonely and depressed and hates forgetting things important to him

What’s important:

Basen being a mage even though he’s not supposed to be (he’s not a master or anything he just learns it because he likes to study anything and everything)

Sacrificial tendencies

Okay that’s the end for now 🥹 the summaries got worse as time went on sorry about that HAHA , I’ll reblog this with the other chapters when I get the energy to continue. Anything that’s been in the ‘Whats important’ section is just kinda stuff to keep in mind. I’ll write abt the word building in another section. Tbh this mostly exists for me since I, the author, also forget a lot of things lol

[superxstarzz]

I love the ideas you have! <3 <3 <3 Are there any keywords or a way to explain how some of your classes and aspects work?

I understand that it must be difficult to invent all these conventions but I had to ask out of curiosity

thank u sm!!! and thank you for giving me the PERFECT opportunity to talk about these!!! Hope ur ready for a yapfest, because that's what you're getting!!! I'm gonna break this down into two parts to make it a bit more coherent: How they would work in a session, and how I go about naming and combining them

First: How do they work in a sburb/sbgrub session???

While my original intention was for these to be classpects for sprites, I could see them being assigned to regular players too! Sburb works in funny ways, after all.

With powers, combined god tiers would have the abilities of both their classpects. For example, a Parasite (prince/thief) of Unity (blood/light) could steal and destroy both light and blood. They'd have the powers of a thief of light, prince of blood, thief of blood, and prince of light all at once!

Same goes for personality. Of course, personality mostly depends on the specific player, so this is harder to explain. To put it simply, someone with a combined classpect would have traits from both their classpects. That same Parasite of Unity from the previous explanation would act like a thief of light, prince of blood, thief of blood, and prince of light all at once.

Second: Behind the scenes on creation!!

So for the naming, I actually had some help from my bffsie @diehardpaleontologist !! Because of this, I don't have an explanation for every single name, since half of them weren't done by me :P And as much as I'd love to post the explanations behind every single combo name I did on this post, that would make it 3029204820 years long :,) So I'll settle for a more general explanation about them.

For the classes, a lot of them are just titles that we thought sounded cool or funny. Some of them were actually thought out, though!! Like the Supernova, the Gatekeeper, the Hoarder, etc.

For the aspects, we actually did think most of them through!! Some of them are guilty of being less creative... but they sound cool, soooo!!!

My main goal for creating these was making titles that sound interesting. Ones that are either really cool (The Puppeteer of Dreams) or ones that are funny. (The Beholder of Birth)

Now, the design process!!! For each class, I have a specific aesthetic I look to for inspiration. While actually designing them, I try to not only include elements from both classes but also some unique elements as well! I dont want them to just feel like combinations, I want them to feel like actual classes. That's where those inspiration aesthetics come in :3

The same goes for creating the aspects. I do mix the two color palettes as a base, but I typically change around the colors a bit to make a nicer palette (especially in cases where the mix just ends up... blegh (looking at u psyche pallete.)) When I make the aspects themselves, I try to keep them simple while ensuring they have elements of both symbols. The biggest thing I keep in mind with them is, "Would it cause me mental pain to draw this 3028392 times on an outfit?" If the answer is yes, I change the symbol.

While I would love to yap up a storm on every single design choice I made, this post is already getting long, so I'll spare yall.

If you have questions about any specific class or aspect, I will GLADLY answer them!!! A lot of thought goes behind each one of these, and I'd love to share it if yall r curious :) Thanks for reading this far, and I hope u enjoyed my thought dump!!

[thessalian]

Thess vs Spirits

Bad pain day. Bad bad pain day. Two days of overtime have taken their toll. Ow. I wanted to go out for stuff today and still might but SHIT OW.

Also aggravated, and I think I'm gonna have to unfollow the r/dragonage subreddit because seriously, eight out of ten posts is shitting on Veilguard, and more than half of those are just ... wilful misunderstandings. And honestly? The post I checked in on today was originally going so well. I too have had issues with Harding's whole being judgemental about Rook and Emmrich having a romance because of it being "too soon" and because of the age difference, but ... the read was so shallow and it got so much worse.

Harding is concerned that Emmrich is "mopey" and seems to think that somehow the "mopey" is because he's got his head in the clouds over Rook. Never mind that such a read doesn't match with Harding's own age-gap relationship with Taash, where she's mostly going around "humming Taash's name to herself" and looking at Taash's legs, like, constantly. The read I get from that is ... well, it links up to the argument Rook has with a romanced Emmrich before Tearstone Island - it's not so much about the age difference as it is about Emmrich's straight-up phobia of death. He's projecting his own concerns about death onto Rook, particularly the grief he felt over his parents passing when he was so young, and "doesn't want to put Rook through that" when Emmrich apparently inevitably predeceases Rook. But Emmrich doesn't tell just anyone about his phobia, and Harding doesn't press ... but for a scout, she's singularly unobservant about the actual situation she's butting in on. But that part doesn't get addressed; it's just "Harding's so badly written and judgemental!"

The thing is, where they say her being so judgemental is justified is about Lucanis ... or specifically, about Spite. "I don't believe that no one is freaking out over Lucanis being possessed by a demon; Justice nearly drove Anders insane, and Justice was a spirit!!!" I swear, most of these people never even dreamed of taking Lucanis to the Hall of Valour, or they'd damn well know that so is Spite. There are a lot of similarities between Anders' situation and Lucanis'; they just approach from opposite directions. Justice was a spirit of Justice who agreed to share Anders' body to help Anders fight the injustice done to mages, but Anders being so angry about said injustices (more and more as the situation in Kirkwall got worse and worse for mages) changed Justice into Vengeance. Lucanis, meanwhile ... some bit of ambient dialogue from Lucanis says it all: "No one was in that place by choice" - and Spite was a spirit of Determination. Still is, honestly. They never outright say it, but what seems to have happened there is that Determination was plucked out of the Fade and basically tortured to try to bring out whatever demon would become of a spirit of Determination before being fed to Lucanis. "We made a deal", is Lucanis' comment on the whole thing, and I personally think what happened is that Determination grabbed onto Lucanis' own determination to survive, keep his sanity, and eventually escape, and decided to help him so that both of them could keep some connection to who they were before the Venatori tortured them. But ... Lucanis' whole arc is trauma, and overcoming it, and what these yahoos don't seem to understand is that Spite as a spirit of Determination is recovering from trauma as much as Lucanis is! Consider Spite's communication - most spirits are entirely articulate, if cryptic, while most demons are either articulate (but slimy) or inarticulate roaring monsters, and verge towards the latter more than anything in Veilguard. Spite ... struggles. Spite tries to communicate in some way other than raging and yelling, but he's struggling to remember how. And he tries in writing, but he's swinging back so far to spirit-cryptic that it's difficult if not impossible to understand, especially when you yourself are dealing with the trauma of everyone calling you a fucking abomination and wanting to think about that as little as possible. Hence us not figuring out that Spite was angry because he thought he was still locked in the Ossuary until Spite finally got to grips with being verbal.

There is so much to the Spite / Lucanis thing, but no, we get "It's such bad writing; no one cares that he's an abomination, it's ridiculous!" The words "non-standard use case" apply here.

Honestly, there's so much to everything in Veilguard if you look a bit below the surface. Taash is freaked out by Emmrich because of Taash's cultural background and raising - to Taash, the undead are vessels that used to have people in them, but now pretending to have people in them again when they don't, "and they move wrong, and they smell wrong", and it's probably like any other sensory aversion to them, as well as whatever equivalent the Qun has to blasphemy. Spirits they can deal with - the Rivaini part of their heritage saw to that - but that's spirits in people, not empty decomposing corpses. Taash deals with it badly, sure, but they were never really taught how to deal with emotions beyond snuffing them out (Shathann) or blustering bravado to hide them (the Lords of Fortune), and does apologise when forced to discuss the matter. Taash's whole arc is learning who they are, and it's way more than what culture they want to follow and what their gender identity is - it's learning emotional intelligence and adult coping skills after being raised by people who don't have that themselves. Harding seems very judgemental in a lot of cases, but her whole arc is learning to actually speak out when something bothers her instead of being "sweet and agreeable" for her own safety, and she doesn't really get the chance to swing back to a decent balance point because the game's timeline is a bit too short. Emmrich is dealing with a phobia that touches every aspect of his life simply because of where he ended up, and his romance arc is how he lets it colour his romance with Rook - vacillating between large romantic gestures because life's too short to not put your whole pussy into it, so to speak, and getting mopey because he can't help but think about what happens when he dies and leaves Rook all alone.

I mean ... maybe it's just me? Maybe I pay too much attention to people, real or fictional? Maybe I look for meaning too hard? But ... like ... I took a tiny peek and there meaning was, so I don't know. I guess I just don't get shallow reads. But then again, there's a reason my approach to basically everything occasionally gets labelled "Blue Oni tendencies" - I look for meaning, I look for pattern, I look for logistics ... I want to know how and why things work. Some people say I must never find any media I like if I take stuff entirely apart all the time, but honestly, I enjoy it more. I can find the good and appreciate it for what it is even as I acknowledge the bad. Plus it helps me accept the bad sometimes, because it demonstrates why it had to be the way I don't like.

[cosmobrain00]

alrght. ive been putting off making this post for a long time for personal reasons but i think i need to finally just get this out of the way bf I get any more questions- so:

if u r/ were a fan of my fic series/ motr im sorry to say im officially going to put it on hiatus for the foreseeable future for several reasons:

(these r all directed at motr, not the others before it)

im no longer happy w how I dealt w many things in this fic n how it's going, nor am I impressed w most of the quality of it. there's too many things i feel the need to change n it makes it extremely difficult to continue when all I want to do is rewrite the entire thing or delete motr entirely.

continuing on w this theme- I dont like the route I went when dealing w will's grief n all of the missed potential for his pov tht I wouldn't be able to get back at this point.

the potential of the plot twist tht will happen is going to be diminished bc of how I ended up writing the chapters.

it's. so. fucking. long. alrdy this series for me is extremely long n to wrap up wht ive started would take more patience n time than I have now bc of the way I decided to write this- not to mention how the length keeps distancing itself from the first work- which idk rlly how to explain to ppl but it bothers me somehow so. hm

its not just abt "taking a break" either bc I have. for 3 whole months. evrything I try to see for it either makes me upset bc I wish I could've done so much differently or it ends up being too in depth.

im struggling w at least two plot holes tht I cannot get a handle on n its extremely irritating to try to wrap up all the things I tried to start n. yeah

if u couldn't tell im extremely frustrated lol. n yes bf u say it ik this might seem abrupt considering I just posted a snippet of it, however the more I looked at it n the scene it only made me realize how much ive wasted in regards to the plot n how drawn out ive made it.

anyways, I have more reasons but these r the most glaring ones (n the most spoiler free ones) n once again I am sorry, but imo this is better than deleting it, so thts why im going to leave it. if I decide once ive sat on this for a bit to make a rewrite then we'll see how it goes, but for now im just gonna leave it alone.

ofc ty to all the lovely ppl who v graciously helped me out n took time out of their schedule to give me support, n to those who told me how much they loved it, I still do appreciate ur evry comment to this day<3

[callsigndreadfrost]

Still got Loke on the brain so here's a random list of faqs of my good boy. Oracle version.

He's left-handed.

Jelani was the first one to call him Lo and Loki. It was when he was first starting to talk and Loke was a bit difficult to pronounce. At first it was kind of a "low-ee" sound that progressed to Loki and then to Loke but the nicknames stuck ever since.

He's genderqueer and uses he/him and they/them. Either is fine with him.

He's queer. He used to use gay but felt it a bit restrictive and not right for him plus his mom uses queer so he went with queer. Men and male presenting are what he's attracted to.

The woman that birthed him tried to drown him when he was a week old. She took him to a river near the village and submerged him but luckily someone had stopped her. She ran away as they desperately tried to get him to start breathing again. He was fine.

Speaking of that woman, as of 2023 she is still alive and has on numerous occasions tried to approach him. She spoke to Sanaa once and asked if she could talk to him but Sanaa said that was Loke's decision. He wants absolutely NOTHING to do with her. Unfortunately he was told she tried to drown him and that caused a ton of drama and a bit of a trauma.

He bled to death once. He was run through with a bastard sword (I'd explain more but it's spoiler for something I'm currently writing).

His favorite animals are birds, foxes, and dogs.

He's afraid of cats. When he was little he used to feed some birds that hung around the village and one day he saw a cat kill and eat one of the birds.

He had a fiancé when he was 39 years old. He was killed during a raid. What no one except for Sanaa knew was that the fiancé was pregnant (trans) when he died. Obviously it was Loke's. That's a secret his mom's gonna take to her grave.

He has hemophilia, asthma, is far sighted, has seasonal allergies and is V E R Y allergic to tree nuts. Like one bite will either land him in the ER or the morgue.

Because of said hemophilia he will get random bruises anywhere in the body, his mouth will sometimes bleed, may cough blood, might bleed into his joints (apparently that's super painful), and yes, has had blood in his urine. All of these are really rare though.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaates using glasses so mostly sticks to using contacts.

I associate him with foxes (sable) and shiba inus.

The element I associate him with is lightning/thunder.

He's a Nordic berserker.

Speaking of, normally berserkers cannot use magic especially while in berserker mode. The only exception to that rule are the Nyota berserkers which are called arcanist berserkers. Sanaa is one of those specific berserkers. Ever since he was like 5 he wanted to learn to use magic like Sanaa does because he wanted to be just like his mom. Sanaa wasn't sure he would be able to learn what she was trying to teach him but she indulged him nonetheless.

It took years but Loke actually managed to learn how to pull off one of the Nyota's signature moves. Enchanting an arrow and firing it directly into the sky and exploding into hundreds or thousands of shards falling into the battlefield. He was also taught how to summon an element which in his case was lightning. He can have lightning wrapped around himself or a weapon. So far he's the only non-arcanist berserker to ever achieve this.

The man is stubborn as fuck all.

His chosen weapons as a berserker are a two headed axe and a bow and arrows (he chose a bow because his mom uses a bow).

During the early 2000s he and his mom enrolled in the same university to study medicine. They both graduated top of their class and did their residency at the same hospital. However, Sanaa got her license and is currently a doctor back home in Norway. Loke finished everything but went back to Oracle. He has that to fall back on whenever he chooses to retire from Oracle. He puts his medical knowledge to good use in the area of operations (the ao) and out of it tho.

Has adult separation anxiety. Technically speaking so does Jelani (only Angelus knows this but the rest suspect Jelani has it too). Neither can be separated for long periods of time. They start panicking when separated from each other for long periods of time.

His body count (like actual body count, not how many men he's had sex with) is disturbingly high. Disturbingly. High. He's very overprotective of the people he loves and will not hesitate to put two bullets into someone's skull and keep going as if nothing happened.

His favorite fruit is the mango. He really loves mangoes.

Favorite food is pizza.

Knows 13 languages: old Norse, Kiswahili, Xhosa, English, Lule Sámi, Norwegian, German, Icelandic, Faroese, Spanish, Setswana, Somali and Manyika. Basically the same languages Jelani knows.

Has a nicotine addiction and smokes. Not as much as he used to but he does.

Normally when berserkers are in berserker mode their irises tend to have a glow. However, Loke's sclera and irises turn red and no, it ain't normal. [No explanation due to spoilers].

He can sing and I do mean sing really good. He and Abigail often sing together by themselves. Abby loves to sing in front of others but Loke's shy about it. Everyone tells him he has a lovely voice though and he shouldn't feel shy about it.

If you wanna get technical about it Sanaa is his stepmother and Jelani is his half brother but he only ever refers to Sanaa as his mom and Jelani as his brother. He leaves out the step and the half. One of the worst ways you could possibly insult him is by calling Sanaa his stepmom and Jelani his half brother. Do that and you're instantly on his shit list forever, unless it wasn't intentional, just make sure you never do it again. Do it again and the ass kicking that follows will make your ancestors bleed.

He's a highly trained counter-sniper. He's also pretty good with a sniper. Trevor trained him. As it stands he's the second best sniper in all of Oracle.

He's extremely effective with any weapon he gets his hands on, he's also very accurate. If he missed it's because he wanted to.

He's ridiculously fast at drawing and firing weapons.

He's basically a human (no, he's not human, you know what I mean) lie detector. He can accurately tell when someone is lying.

He also makes an excellent double agent.

He's the only one who can tell when Jelani is lying.

According to tradition he was the next in line to be jarl. The position usually falls on the oldest child of the jarl's. However, he isn't one for such matters so he gave his position to Jelani who was, in his honest opinion, better suited for the role as he's proven to be a natural leader.

He is a very, very, very heavy sleeper. You literally have to shake him awake. Also it takes him like mere seconds to fall asleep.

He has 10 alarms on his phone cuz he sure as fuck ain't gonna hear the first 5.

He's super lazy.

He is the first and only non-Nyota to be a Warden.

He's 22 years older than Jelani.

He's the same age as his aunt Fae (Sanaa's sister).

When Jelani was born Loke basically turned into a third parent. It wasn't forced, he loved taking care of and looking after his baby brother. It was practically love at first sight.

He loves both of his parents but he's very attached to his mom.

Has three false right bottom molars. Hammer to the face.

Has two pet pigeons (Anga & Mvua) and a German Shepherd (Lyn).

Hates reading. Please don't make him read, it makes his brain cry.

Hates exercising. Has to be dragged to do it.

His ID number is 00-2144.

His favorite season is fall.

Likes the beach but the beach does not like him. He doesn't tan, he burns.

He kinda stopped physically aging. Sanaa noticed this long ago but isn't sure of what's going on so she's kept it to herself just in case.

After a certain event [can't say due to spoilers] Loke can't actually really die. He might die for a few minutes to an hour depending on the severity of the injury but he'll always come back. The only way he'll permanently die is if Jelani dies. [Again, not explaining bc of spoilers]. He'll scar like normal berserkers do though or lose limbs if not careful. No one is aware of this, not even him or Jelani.

During the "God Virus" story when Jelani loses total control because of the virus Loke sort of lost control. Sort of. [Spoilers. Can't explain yet]

He belongs to Uthorim.

Wants to have kids someday.

Is a hugger. He loves to hug. Unless the person isn't comfortable with it. Is also a cuddler when sleeping.

As a sort of "easter egg" all of Loke's au versions have all au versions of Iain try to kill him or manage to injure him in some way.

Is actually really good with kids. He often babysits for others as well as driving down to New York to babysit for his aunt Fae. Yes, it's a 10 hour drive. No, he doesn't give a fuck.

Sleeps with a shirt on. Just a shirt.

Like his brother he's into metal.