#path to nowhere hc

[moonsglare]

hi! may i request nsfw hcs of shalom in a sundress? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

anon u r so galaxy brain for this............. licherally feeding my shalom delusions HLDSJHDLSJHD

(SUN)DRESS || shalom x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. cunnilingus, praise, pet names (pretty girl), mentions of public sex, fingering, strap-ons, riding

notes. this takes place post-canon :) also features implied chief!reader, because i can’t really see shalom ever truly falling for anyone else (sorry rahu 😔😔) also this is more fic than hcs because i wasn’t sure what to write for hcs….. sorry anon 😭😭😭

Shalom doesn’t wear sundresses often, but God help you when she does. The dress is form fitting and loose in the best of places, and it makes her seem almost ethereal, like she walked right off the set of some whimsical romance movie.

She enjoys the breeziness of the dress, and the amount of movement it allows—both very useful for when she convinces you to fuck her while she’s wearing it.

More often than not, she won’t be wearing anything underneath, allowing you very easy access to her cunt whenever you please. You could even tug the neckline down, if you so pleased, to access her full breasts. All this culminates in Shalom often testing your self control when you’re in public. Sometimes you wonder if she really does want you to just hike her dress up ever so slightly and fingerfuck her until she sees stars in some mall bathroom or a less visited corner of a park.

She likes to keep it on even in the comfort of your own home, and you’re not complaining much. She looks like a fucking vision when she rides your strap, her pretty little dress flowing and fluttering with each movement. Or when she’s on her back, silky hair splayed on the bed lile a halo as you fuck into her, dress bunched around her hips so you can see the way her cunt swallows your strap.

All in all, between the two of you, a sundress has become an unspoken invitation for sex. It’s a little unorthodox, but that’s the name of the game in your relationship, so you very much don’t mind at all.

Shalom is a woman whose every move is calculated. You know this from experience. From every move she makes, to every word she speaks, nothing is without purpose. It is a remnant from her days as a HUSH—though you’ve ensured she’ll never return to that life, it is nonetheless difficult for her to completely abandon that way of life after having lived it for a torturous amount of years.

All of this is to say that, Shalom deciding to go commando in a sundress today was 100% something she planned, even if she smiles and tells you otherwise.

Shalom looks real fucking good in a sundress, and she knows it. The bodice cut of the dress just makes the hourglass of her figure even more prominent, the wide neckline showing off her collarbones and her ample chest, usually obscured in her loose blouse and bulky Paradeisos-issued jacket.

The dress itself is a pastel shade of wine-red, a little lighter than her hair. Thin spaghetti straps show off her shoulders, and God, that open back—really, it was quite the achievement you lasted as long as you did.

Shalom laughs airily as you pick her up by her thighs and press her against a wall of your home. You felt like you’d been tortured the entire morning on what was supposed to be a peaceful promenade around town on a lovely summer morning. Instead, the mere sight of her in that damned dress has left your thoughts in complete and utter disarray. Now that you’re back in the privacy of your own home though, you press hot, open mouthed kisses against the pale column of Shalom’s neck like a woman starved, while her legs wrap around your waist.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she teases, fingers winding in your hair as you kiss lower, tongue and teeth laving at her collarbones.

“Wanted you the moment you put this fucking dress on,” you rasp. “Almost couldn’t wait to get home.”

Shalom chuckles at that. “Poor little thing.” It turns into a pleased groan when your hands find the globes of her ass and squeeze appreciatively, your thumbs rubbing circles over the indent of her hips. You swallow all of her noises with a greedy, devouring kiss. Fuck, you just can’t get enough of her.

“Pretty girl,” you mutter, as your hands slip under her dress. “So fucking pretty, all for me, hm?”

“All for you,” Shalom breathes out readily, eyes blowing wide as she watches you sink to your knees. The floor is hard, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you come face to face with her bare, dripping cunt. She holds the lower half of her dress up for you, letting it bunch around her hips as you dive in.

The first stripe you lick along her sweet cunt has her sighing in pleasure. Slim fingers wind tightly in your hair as she tugs you closer to her sex, your nose pressing against her stiff clit. One of your hands grips her thigh and throws it over your shoulder, giving you more access to her. Shalom moans, high and loud as you plunge your tongue into her waiting cunt, lapping up her slick right from her twitching hole.

You practically make-out with her pussy, the wet sounds of your tongue fucking in and out of echoing around the living room. You glance up at her, and blood rushes to your core when you note the flush in her cheeks and the way she bites her lower lip between her teeth. It inspires you to keep going, to make her shatter from pleasure, so you withdraw your tongue and replace them with two fingers instead, right to the knuckle.

Shalom cries out, a sound so beautiful you wish you could capture it and keep it forever. But you can’t, so you decide to just pull more of them from her lips. Her ankle digs into your back as her body tenses up, and you feel her cunt tighten around your fingers, even as you scissor and curl them just the way you know she likes.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” you ask softly, pressing kisses to her thighs. Her body trembles, and the fingers in your hair tighten.

“J-Just like that, my heart,” she says breathily, hips starting to jerk as she careens towards that high. “Oh, love, I’m—“

You take the oppurtunity to dive back in and wrap your lips around her poor, swollen clit and suck and that’s all it takes for her to cum all over your fingers with a loud cry, almost a scream. You replace your fingers with your tongue as you help her ride out her orgasm, not letting a single drop of her slick go to waste. You don’t stop until she’s pushing your head away, hips twitching from overstimulation.

At that, you rise to your feet, and she lets her dress fall back how it’s supposed to. The waist area is terribly crumpled, but neither of you really care. You place a hand on her waist as she catches her breath again, and you resist the urge to pepper more kisses along her flushed chest and neck. Shalom has always had a somewhat poor constitution, so breaks were necessary in between.

“I should wear sundresses more often,” she muses eventually, leaning her head against the wall and offering you a smug smirk. You roll your eyes, but what can you say when you played right into her hands?

[kinokoshoujoart]

the coolest kids in forgotten valley!!☆

(…it seems there may have been a stretch of time where rock and lumina were the only kids in forgotten valley…🥲)

poseref

[kewmaiflower]

good levyfox night i got unhinged

[sharpsuite]

Path to Nowhere AU Headcanon

As stated, Chishiya is a VERY well known East Side doctor, both due to his family's history in the medical field as well as having attended the most prestigious school and graduating as valedictorian alongside Iron. He is a part of the most renowned and successful hospital within East Side where he's often requested. His clinic is TECHNICALLY a part of the hospital but he's left to operate it mostly on his own with simply adjustments to company policies. To the eyes of East Side, Chishiya has everything. The money, the status, the influence (political and otherwise), the glowing reviews from people. No one suspects anything when it comes to him. He is who you want to be, or what you want your children to dream to achieve.

FRANKLY, CHISHIYA FINDS IT ALL RATHER DULL.

The reality is that Chishiya's East Side image and choice to work at the hospital, while genuine in his skills and achievements, is a way for him to gain information and use cutting-edge technology. When you have some of the most powerful or secretive people coming to you for treatments, YOU'RE BOUND TO LEARN THINGS. Things that aren't meant to be told, not to the public at last. And if there's a little bit of coercion to spill information while under medical influence, well, who can prove it?

Chishiya has a separate clinic as well that the public and his work are left UNAWARE OF. This one is kept underground ; a secret held by a few. There's no fancy building front, no signs advertising it. The inside however is clean and cold, sterile and professional grade, carefully renovated in secret. It's at odds with the outside of the building that is so generic that it makes it hard to distinguish from anything else in the area. It's a place known by WORD OF MOUTH for those who need it. Sinners who would be rejected elsewhere, those members of districts that the government would seek to crush, the trusted few let into the secret by other patients.

ITS NOT OUT OF KINDNESS. Chishiya doesn't seek to cure Mania, although he does understand it and can help handle it to some degree. It's more because he's INTERESTED in them. Of course interest doesn't pay bills, there's charges but his skills are unmatched. It's a mutual benefit situation: the patients get medical treatment they'd never get elsewhere, and Chishiya gets some interest flamed and gets information, along with people who are willing to help this secret operation. Sometimes Chishiya is GENEROUS ENOUGH to offer some information to keep those clients safe or let them slip through grasps. But it's not kindness. It's effectiveness just as much as it is the risk of MUTUAL DESTRUCTION that keeps fosters a good relationship between these secret patients and him.

He isn't always there ; even an S-rank sinner like him needs to sleep. But he's usually there at the odd hours where patients are likely to show late into the night and when he isn't expected to be at the main hospital for the sake of his image.. He does have a secret cell phone as well, one that he gives the number for to for a very, very select few people so if they have need of him outside of his usual hours, they are able to get ahold of him. Or vise versa for certain circumstances.

[shackld]

no come on dont fuck with chief's memories again shes just a little guy

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine [3] - Downpour

AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! ❤️ You're amazing! ❤️

I hope you like this as well, and please don't forget to tell me what you think, thank you! 🥰

Thanks to @chibi-lioness for beta reading!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

Summary: Evening rain comes out of nowhere.

Word Count: 4540

CW: Smoking cigars, explicit language

Series Masterlist

Fine.

Maybe you did have a crush.

And maybe the said crush was taking over all your thoughts to the point that you could barely focus on anything other than him, but that was completely normal.

Just like you and your best friend analyzing every single second of your interaction with your crush was completely normal.

“He actually lifted your car?”

You nodded your head, filling both her glass and yours with wine before tucking your legs under you.

“With one hand,” you said, leaning back to the arm of the couch. “He did that with one hand.”

“And you didn’t jump his bones right then and there?”

“No but I may have rambled about going to jail if the car fell on him and also not knowing who would take care of Theo.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” she asked with a scoff. “I’d take care of Theo. We’d come to visit you every weekend.”

“Thanks Julie.”

“I’d even sign you up for those inmate dating websites.”

You blinked a couple of times. “Uh, no thank you.”

“Hey, if you accidentally kill the ridiculously hot mutant guy—”

“Logan.”

“Yeah, Logan. If you accidentally kill him, you might as well exchange some dirty letters with someone else.”

“Can we please focus on the fact that I actually have a crush on him?”

“We absolutely can,” Julie grinned, swirling the wine in her glass. “Aw look at you! It’s cute.”

“It’s not cute!” you whined, slipping a little on the couch. “Julie, I talk absolute nonsense whenever he and I cross paths.”

“Babe, I mean it in the best way possible,” she said and motioned at your face. “I doubt any guy really listens to any word coming out of your mouth when you look like this, so you’re fine.”

“So not true,” you stated and sipped your wine. “I mean either way, it’s not like anything could happen between us so I’ll just, you know, fantasize about him and gaze at him longingly. Should be fine.”

Julie rolled her eyes at you. “Come on.”

“No seriously, because Theo—”

“Sweetheart,” she said. “You got pregnant at 18. Don’t get me wrong, I think Theo is the most perfect kid in the entire world but keep in mind that while we were all out partying, you were taking care of a baby.”

“It’s fine, I lived vicariously through you.”

“And now that you’re in your twenties and hot as fuck,” Julie said, ignoring your comment. “You don’t think it’s time to live a little?”

“It’d confuse Theo if I started dating around, especially with Logan—”

“Fine, then don’t date Logan. Just fuck his brains out.”

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because the moment I sleep with him, I will be trying to decide on the wallpaper of our future cabin in the woods,” you pointed out, getting a handful of popcorn from the bowl and she scoffed.

“I still can’t believe you want a cabin in the woods.”

“I want a cabin in the woods and I want a horse and a cat and two dogs,” you insisted. “Anyway, the point is, no strings attached is not a thing for me when it comes to a guy that hot. He lifted a car for me, Julie!”

“And you want him to lift you up and down repeatedly,” Julie said with a grin, making you throw a popcorn at her.

“I doubt I’m his type,” you said and she groaned.

“You cannot be serious.”

“No I am, because men like him go for…” you trailed off and threw your head back. “Ugh, I so want to show you his picture so that you’ll know what I’m talking about but I don’t have one!”

“I have this mental image of a very hot lumberjack in mind.”

“That would be correct,” you said before taking a sip of your wine, but then your phone started vibrating on the table and you frowned, then snatched it off the table when you saw the caller ID.

“Theo?” you answered immediately. “Are you alright?”

“Hi mommy!”

You let out a breath at the cheerful tone of his voice, then pressed a hand on your chest and checked the time on the phone.

“What are you doing up, bean?” you asked. “It’s late at night.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m with auntie Julie,” you said and Julie grinned.

“Hi Theo, I missed you sweetheart!” she called out, making Theo giggle.

“Hi auntie Julie!” he said. “Mommy, I thought about it, and I solved how I can have fish.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, a smile pulling at your lips as you shook your head.

“I’m listening, bean.”

“Okay so,” he said. “We will get two fish, and we will put them in an aquarium, but like a bowl, not a huge aquarium.”

You hummed.

“That’s where they’ll stay at the weekends when I’m there,” he said. “And then, on weekdays, I will bring them here, and put them in the lake, and that’s where they can stay within the week! They’d even make friends with other fish!”

You let out a small laugh.

“Theo, my love,” you said. “How will you catch them again if you put them in the lake?”

He paused for a moment.

“Um, I’d call them by their names,” he said. “Cheeto and Popcorn. They’d come.”

“Fish don’t do that baby,” you said softly. “How about you make friends with fish there in the lake and on the weekends they can just spend time with their own friends?”

“Yes but—” he started but then got distracted for a moment by something. “It’s my mom!”

“I know bub,” you heard Logan’s deep voice and your eyes widened. You sat up straight immediately, making Julie tilt her head in confusion. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Mommy, Mr. Logan says hi to you.”

“Uh, tell him I said hi back,” you said after a beat, hearing Theo parrot what you said as you covered the bottom part of the phone with your palm, then mouthed ‘Logan’ to Julie.

“What?!” she whispered and you cleared your throat.

“And tell him to please watch that you don’t have any sweets before bed, for his sake.”

“No!”

“Bean.”

“Ugh fine!” he said. “Mr Logan, my mom says please watch that I don’t have any sweets before bed for your sake.”

You could hear Logan’s chuckle, making you bite at your lip before he spoke.

“Can I borrow the phone for a minute Theo?”

Your jaw dropped and you motioned at the phone frantically, and Julie pulled you by the arm and made you lower the phone a little so that she could hear as well. You pressed your finger to your lips, signaling her to be silent before Theo’s excited “sure!” and there was a shuffling on the other line for a moment before Logan’s voice reached you again.

“So no chocolate before bed then?”

Julie gripped your wrist, mouthing “hot voice!” to you and you let out a giggle, trying to focus.

“Nope,” you said. “Trust me, it’s for your own good.”

You could hear Theo in the background; “I think I can have one chocolate.”

“No no,” you said, shaking your head. “He can’t.”

“Sorry bub, whatever your mom says goes.”

“Um, Logan,” you said, your mind going overdrive again. “If he’s up this late, he will turn the puppy dog eyes on for dessert, and he can be very, very insistent but sugar makes him incredibly energetic, and he will end up blowing a hole in the wall because of his powers so you can’t—”

“Relax princess,” Logan said and you could almost hear his faint smile. “It’s fine.”

Julie’s eyes widened and she fell on her back onto the couch dramatically, kicking her legs in the air while slapping the pillow and you stood up, your heart beating in your ears.

“How’s the car?” he asked and you licked your lips.

“Oh I changed my mechanic, so it’s at the new mechanic’s shop for a couple of days. My friend has been driving me to work—” Julie waved a hand from where she was lying down on the couch. “But apparently it’ll be fixed the day after tomorrow so it’s totally fine.”

“Are you being safe?”

“I am,” you said. “Are you?”

“Am I being safe?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “What with lifting cars and stuff, it can be dangerous.”

“Half a chocolate!” Theo said as if it was the brightest idea in the world. “Half—Mr. Logan, can I have the phone back please?”

You ran a hand over your face and cleared your throat.

“Sorry about that,” you said and Logan chuckled.

“Not a problem,” he said. “Good night.”

“Good night Logan,” you said, your head spinning with excitement and you heard the shuffling, then Theo took a deep breath.

“Mommy, half a chocolate!”

“Not at night,” you said. “We’ve talked about this bean. You can have chocolate tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay?”

“But—”

“Theo,” you said. “After breakfast.”

He heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I know bean,” you said softly. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Mkay,” he said with a huff. “I’m going to sleep then.”

“Okay, I love you!” you said. “Call me tomorrow and be nice to your teachers, okay?”

“I will,” he said. “Love you too!”

He hung up and you let out a breath, then tossed the phone on the couch while Julie sat up.

“Oh he talks you through it!” she said, slamming the pillow on the couch. “I just know he talks you through it!”

“Julie!” you exclaimed, your cheeks burning and she let out a laugh.

“Oh please, with that voice…”

“That’s what I mean!” you said and flung yourself on the couch. “He’s…he’s so amazing and Theo adores him and he’s so good with him too and to repeat, he lifted a car for me!”

“Aw,” Julie said. “He’s gonna be such a good stepdad to Theo.”

Your jaw dropped and you shook your head.

“We’re not even thinking about that,” you said, pointing at her. “We’re keeping our expectations very, very low, okay?”

She hummed, then tilted her head.

“Do you want to check Pinterest for cabins in the woods to see which one could be your and Logan’s in the future?”

You paused for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah,” you said. “That sounds like keeping our expectations low, sure.”

                                                *

Despite having drunk until midnight and consequently having a hangover in the morning, the next day went without a hitch. You’d only had a couple of rude customers, which in service industry counted as a normal day if not a good one, but because of last night you were more than ready to get home, eat a bunch of snacks and go to sleep.

Towards the end of your shift, rain started pouring and you couldn’t help the whine escaping from your lips, leaning back to the counter. You could hear your friend Stacey’s small laugh as she looked out the window, then back to you.

“It’s just summer rain love,” she said. “It’ll stop.”

“Yeah but I’ll have to walk to the subway under that rain and I don’t have a coat with me,” you pointed out. “Ugh. Great. I’ll look like a horror movie protagonist by the time I get there.”

“This is why I am a huge advocate of waterproof makeup.”

You hummed, chewing on the pen in your hand as you grabbed your phone to check the weather forecast, faintly hearing the door opening behind you.

“It says it’ll rain until—what?” you asked Stacey when you lifted your head to see her raise her brows at something by the tables area and you turned your head to look over your shoulder, your heart jumping to your throat the moment you did so.

“Logan?”

Jesus, he looked way too handsome. He gave you a small smile, running a hand through his dark hair as if he was trying to get rid of the raindrops clinging to it, then approached the counter.

“Hey.”

“H—hi!” you said, your voice going way too high-pitched all of a sudden. “Uh, welcome! It’s so nice to see you, what—what can I get you?”

“I can take his order love,” Stacey said helpfully. “Your shift is over, get home before rain gets worse.”

“No no, I can stay.”

“I’m not here to eat actually,” Logan said, making you pull back a little.

“…Is Theo okay?” you asked, your stomach dropping as the thought hit you and he nodded his head.

“Oh he’s fine don’t worry,” he quickly assured you. “He was trying to name all the fish in the lake with his friends while I was leaving. I came to take you home actually.”

You blinked a couple of times.

“You drove all the way here from the institute just to take me home?” you asked just to make sure you had heard him right and he nodded again as if it was completely normal.

“You said your car is at the mechanic’s.”

One of these days, you were going to melt into a puddle in front of him.

“You really didn’t have to,” you said. “I’d hate to be a bother, and I’m sure you have other things to do, so I can just—”

“What did we say about you being too polite?” he asked, his voice almost chiding in a teasing manner, making warmth spread from your chest to your fingertips and a smile you couldn’t stop lit up your face, making you shift your weight, way too excited to just stand there.

“Um,” you said. “Just—just wait here okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. “I won’t.”

You took a step back, and rushed to the kitchen, making the line cook turn his head.

“Hey, leaving already?”

“Yeah. Paul, where’s the pie?”

“Over there,” he said, motioning at the counter. “What’s the rush?”

You grabbed the pie to put it into the container while Stacey entered the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend, and more importantly, why didn’t you tell me he was this hot?!”

“What boyfriend?” Paul asked and Stacey motioned at the window.

“Look, right there.”

“He is not my boyfriend,” you said, your cheeks burning and Paul stole a look out the window, then let out a whistle.

“I was going to try to win you over but holy shit, that’s one hot dude.”

“And get this, he came here to drive her home.”

“He’s just being nice.”

“Car sex in the rain, got it.”

“He is my friend!”

“Oh really? So you’d be okay if I went out there and gave him my number?”

You blinked a couple of times and scoffed a laugh.

“Yeah but he…” you trailed off, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. “He has a girlfri—he’s married,” you changed your mind mid-sentence, nodding solemnly. “Yeah. He’s not wearing a ring because he is having it cleaned, and also he has—he has this condition that he can’t have sex with anyone. A disease.”

Out of the corner of your eye through the small kitchen window, you could see Logan tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“When he does, his partner’s… lower region just falls off, and it’s very gruesome, and if you haven’t heard of that condition, it’s because he’s like the only person in the world who has it, they named the disease after him,” you added. “Doctors call him a medical wonder.”

Stacey turned to Paul.

“She’s so gonna fuck him in the car.”

“She’s not gonna do that!” you exclaimed and cleared your throat, pushing the box into a plastic bag. “I’m—I’m leaving, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Theo doesn’t need a sibling yet, use protection!” Stacey teased you and you shook your head, then pushed the kitchen door and stepped out.

“Hey,” you said breathlessly, your whole face on fire and you held up the plastic bag. “The pie as promised.”

He gave you a calm smile, his eyes darting over you.

“You didn’t bring a coat?”

“Um no, but it’s fine—” you started but before you had the chance to say anything else, he had already taken his leather jacket off to put it over your shoulders.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” Logan said as he opened the door for you and you stepped outside, Logan gently steering you to a truck with his hand on the small of your back, making you bite back a smile. As soon as you reached the truck and got in, you let out a breath and put the plastic bag on the back seat, then put your seatbelt on. Logan got in as well, then started the engine and began driving.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “Really.”

“No problem.”

“I could just put it in the GPS or…” you trailed off when you noticed that there was no screen or phone or phone holder in sight so you nodded to yourself. “I don’t—you know, I’m against being a prisoner to technology myself so I can totally relate, and yeah I’ll just put my phone here.”

You quickly found your home address and touched the screen, then carefully placed it on the dashboard and stole a look at him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said. “As long as it’s not about my condition.”

“Your condition?”

“Yeah, that disease you were talking about just now?”

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping as embarrassment hit you, your cheeks growing hot and a whine escaped from your lips.

“You heard that?”

“Mm hm.”

You slipped a little in your seat, burying your face into your hands, the sight making him chuckle as you took a deep breath and lifted your head to look at him again.

“I can explain,” you said. “It’s just that…Stacey is—you know, she’s incredibly nice but I don’t think she’s over her last boyfriend and I was trying to spare her feelings. Wait, did you want to get her number? Because if you did—”

“No.”

A small spark of hope shot through your system.

“Oh,” you managed to say. “Okay. Um, sorry I made up a nonexistent STD about you.”

“No problem,” he said with a smirk. “But for future reference, you might want to go with the wife lie. I can’t get diseases.”

You nodded slowly. “Because of clean eating?”

“Because of the X-gene.”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him.

“Wait, what?” you asked. “But Theo got sick multiple times after his powers showed.”

“Not for every mutant,” he said. “My body heals itself.”

“Against everything?”

“Mm hm.”

“What if we had a car crash right now?”

“I’ve been in car crashes, healed in a second.”

“What if someone attacked you with a knife?”

“Happened before, healed instantly.”

“What if someone shot you?”

“Multiple people did in multiple wars. I healed.”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry, wars?”

“Like I said,” he said after a beat. “My body heals itself. Against injuries, and time.”

You frowned slightly, trying to make sense of what you’d just heard and as soon as the thought hit you, you gasped.

“Oh my God, Logan,” you said. “Did you know Marie Antoinette?”

“What?” he asked with a grimace, turning to look at you better. “What is it with you and Theo and France? He asked me if I knew Napoleon the other day.”

You raised your brows. “Did you?”

“No!” he said. “No, I was born in 1832.”

Holy shit, Julie was right.

You did have a thing for older men but having a crush on an almost 200-year-old man was just a little bit excessive, even for you.

A silence fell upon the car and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “You okay there?”

“Yeah, just in disbelief,” you muttered. “Do you miss it? Back then?”

He shook his head.

“Not really,” he said. “It was terrible. Now is better, it’s just a little too...”

“Chaotic?” you asked and he scoffed, then nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “A little too chaotic.”

“I mean I wasn’t born in the 19th century but I know what you mean,” you said. “Seriously, if I could just live in a cabin in the woods with Theo and a cat, two dogs and a horse, I’d do it. I even have all their names.”

“What are the names?”

“I’m glad you asked,” you said. “The cat will be Catapult—”

“Are you seriously going to name your cat after a pun?”

“Damn right I am,” you said, counting with your fingers. “The dogs are Underdog and Overdog.”

“Jesus.”

“And the horse’s name used to be Princess Pink Sparkle Her Highness when I was six, but now I think I’m just going to name her Hi-Horse so that someone can tell me to get off my high horse one day.”

Logan looked like he was in actual pain for some reason.

“But listen, the list used to go like, a cat, a dog and a horse, and I figured like, if I get one dog, why not have two, you know?” you asked. “I couldn’t possibly leave Underdog without a friend, because as much as I love cats, they can be kind of assholes sometimes to dogs, they can’t help it, so that’s how Overdog came into being, and there were also ducks named Comma, Colon, Semicolon, and Exclamation, and their babies were going to be named Parenthesis, Dash and Hyphen but then I realized that would mean I'd need to have the cabin next to a lake, and ever since I watched that one creepy horror movie I’m terrified of lakes at night because I really don’t think we should mess with any bodies of water and—” you managed to stop yourself and cleared your throat. “Just…feel free to stop me when I do this.”

“I like it when you do it,” Logan stated without taking his eyes off the road, as if he was talking about the weather and your heart started pacing in your chest while you gawked at him.

“…People usually hate it.”

“People are idiots.”

“Someone I used to know would cover my mouth whenever I rambled too much.”

“And you didn’t break their hand?” he asked and you scoffed a laugh, then shook your head.

“Nope,” you muttered. “That sounds like a good idea though.”

“It is,” he said, reaching out to grab the cigar resting by the gear stick, and opened his window a little.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you said. “You smoke cigars?”

“Mm hm,” he said, patting his jeans for a lighter, then looked around the car before his hazel eyes fell on you. “I think my lighter is in the jacket pocket, would you…?”

“Oh sure!” you said and felt around the leather jacket over your shoulders, then pulled out the lighter and flicked it, the warmth caressing your hand for a moment before you held it out for him. Logan stole a look at you, his gaze stopping on your face illuminated by the flame before he leaned in to hold the tip of the cigar to the flame.

You had no idea why, but it felt strangely intimate.

“Thanks,” he murmured and you offered him a hesitant smile, flicking the cap of the lighter back before carefully placing it beside the gear stick.

“Sure,” you said, trying to snap yourself out of it. “Um, I used to smoke cigarettes. Mostly to look cool.”

“Did it work?”

“Not really,” you admitted as he stole a look at the GPS, then back at the road. “Never a cigar though, do you mind if I try it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Corners of his mouth curled upwards. “Are you trying to look cool right now?”

“Hey, if you don’t think I’m cool after learning my future pets’ names, I don’t think a cigar is gonna help it.”

That coaxed a chuckle out of him and he held out his hand so that you could take the cigar from him. The moment your fingertips brushed against his skin, his hand twitched, a warmth spreading from your hand to your whole body. You swallowed thickly, your heartbeat getting faster and you brought the cigar to your lips with a trembling hand, then took a drag.

“Don’t inhale—” Logan started but you had already inhaled the smoke, a sharp pain stabbing you in the chest as soon as you did. Logan pulled over and through the coughs, you realized you were right in front of your apartment but you couldn’t even thank him as you pounded your chest with your fist, then took a deep breath and wiped at your eyes with one hand while handing him the cigar back with the other.

“Ugh, that’s terrible!” you whined. “You smoke that willingly?”

“You’re not supposed to inhale it.”

You made a face and wiped at your eyes again, sniffling.

“Not supposed to inhale it?” you repeated as you straightened your back to look at him better, your brows pulled together in almost a petulant manner. “What’s the point of it then?”

The calm smile that graced his lips was almost taunting and he reached out to wipe at the remnant of a tear under your eye with a knuckle, your breath catching in your throat.

“The taste, princess,” he said, his deep voice sending an excited shiver down your spine as he pulled his hand back. “The taste is the point.”

…Oh.

Oh you were so going to melt in front of him one of these days.

That wasn’t supposed to sound as suggestive as it did, you were sure of it but that did nothing to stop the fire spreading over your cheeks, making you shift a little in your spot before he nodded to the window.

“Is this your place?”

You had to force yourself to drag your eyes away from him and looked outside even if you knew where you were, then nodded fervently.

“Yeah!” you said. “Yeah that’s—that’s me.”

A silence fell upon the car and you cleared your throat, trying to snap out of the daze you were in.

“Thank you,” you said after a beat. “For…for all of this, really.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said and you looked outside again, now realizing the rain had stopped so you grabbed your phone off the dashboard, unbuckled your seatbelt and slipped the jacket off your shoulders, his unwavering gaze almost too hot on your skin.

“Good night Logan,” you said softly and opened your door to step out of the car, then made your way to the building. You climbed up the stairs, a giggle you couldn’t stop escaping from your lips as you unlocked your door, then stepped into your apartment and closed the door behind you before leaning back against it.

“Alright…” you breathed out, your heart beating in your ears. “Yeah, okay. I definitely have a crush.”

[4] - Ray of Light

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

HC featuring my favorite thing to do and my mom and I's common phrase "well, you can't go wrong with.."

I feel like the batboys would definitely enjoy going around to Target or Walmart just for the sake of buying useless but interesting things.

It started with Dick lugging Tim around with him because he didn't want to go alone, and then Tim convinces Jason to join in. Every time he's invited, Damian refuses to go, but he finally caves in.

Dick, rolling the cart through the store: "Ooh, let's go over to the Easter section and see what they have there."

Damian, laying under the cart and holding a stuffed rabbit: "Why would we go there? It's still January.."

Jason, sitting in the cart: "Why wouldn't we go there? We should get some peeps."

Tim squished in the cart as well: "Sure, but let's not get a gross new flavor."

Dick: "Peeps can't be gross, Timothy."

Tim: "You're also the person who eats ketchup flavored chips."

Jason: "Ew, what? Seriously?"

Damian: "It is true. I've seen it firsthand."

Damian: "Push us over there, Grayson." *Points to the stationary isle*

Dick: "Oh yeah, that's always a good isle."

Jason: "Guys, don't do this to me."

Tim: "But you love the stationary isle!"

Jason: "No, Timmy, I love shopping for the shit- I still have 20 unused notebooks and 17 packs of weirdly shaped sticky notes that haven't been opened yet."

Damian: "I wish to see the isle."

Jason: "Please, spare me-"

Jason, five minutes later: "Dick, pass me those glitter pens. And look! A whiteboard calendar!"

Dick: "Since when do you use a calendar?"

Jason: "I can get this to start using one! It'll be so cool and worthwhile."

Tim: "Oh look, a rubber band ball!" *Picks up and throws at Damian, who is looking at notebooks*

Damian: *Does not catch it and watches it bounce down the isle, knocking down everything in its path* "Uhmm."

Dick: "Get on the cart Dami! Lets get out of here-"

Damian: "Todd, you can put your great amount of stationary in that." *Points to a plastic drawer*

Jason: "I mean.. you can't go wrong with a drawer."

Damian, picking up a bag of skittles: "Grayson, can we get one of these?"

Dick: "Well, you can't go wrong with a sweet treat."

Tim: "Oh look, a super tiny keychain notebook!"

Jason: "You can never go wrong with a tiny notebook!"

Dick: "Look over here guys! We can all get matching temporary tattoos!"

Tim: "You can't go wrong with matching tattoos-"

Jason: "Oh hey- a red water bottle with a cat on it!"

Damian: "You cannot go wrong with feline merchandise."

They leave the store with too many bags to carry and a bunch of random crap that they have no where to put. They get back to the manor with a bunch of Easter stuff when it's nowhere near the holiday, a whiteboard that will be used once, a whole bunch of random crap, and matching cat water bottles that they all bring with them on patrols or steak outs. It is the only thing that was useful to them from the trip.

Now, they make shopping trips their weekly bonding activity.

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs + his s/o realises what has happened ; our ! ciel phantomhive

requested by ; zetsubobu (16/07/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; our!ciel phantomhive

outline ; “Anyways I'm obsessed with black butler so can I request (if possible a little fic but headcanons are also fine) yandere older ciel phantomhive with a reader that figured out that he's behind the mysterious deaths of their close ones but it's already too late at this point and has captured them?”

warning(s) ; yandere!our!ciel phantomhive, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, isolation, violent behaviour and murder (not towards the reader)

ciel had been so very careful, taking every possible measure he could think of to ensure you remained blissfully ignorant to the true depths of his infatuation with you and just how much blood he’s gotten on his hands because of it. but, unfortunately, whether it was one big mistake or a thousand tiny slip ups you somehow ended up stumbling upon the truth he’d so desperately tried to hide from you

that the untimely murders of your closest family members and friends — the very incidents that brought the two of you together when he’d oh so kindly offered to investigate them for you — were little more than a ploy to destroy your support network and push you into his arms

that he had been the one behind every brutal death, staged suicide, and unfortunate accident that had plagued your social circle for years

that he’d sit there and console you, promising you protection and support and all sorts of wonderful things you had only ever dreamed of before, all while having the blood of the very loved ones you were grieving staining his hands

that the funerals he arranged and paid for, the memorial services he dutifully attended with you on his arm, and the supposedly intensive investigations into each incident he was heading, were all part of some sick game for him — that he’d used your grief to paint himself as your prince charming, manipulated you from hour one, and that it had fucking worked

that the man you’d married, that you’d loved with all of your heart, had made your life a living nightmare just to keep you by his side — and gotten some poor innocent man executed in his place

you feel sick

your head is spinning, mind racing a mile a minute, and you feel like you’re about to pass out

your heart aches

your stomach churns

your throat runs dry

your eyes sting

you want to run

you want to die

you want to turn back time and make it so you and the earl phantomhive never crossed paths

but you can’t because this is ciel you’re talking about and he’s got eyes on every corner and ears down every street — running from him would be about as successful as trying to keep yourself dry at the bottom of the ocean

and as his wife — god the word makes your teeth ache — you’ve got even less of a chance of getting out because you depend on him for everything

he’s an earl, the queen’s guard dog, and you know for a fact he holds a significant sway in the criminal underground — and you’re just… his wife

a woman with nowhere else to go, nowhere to run to, and nobody to reach out to. everyone you speak to these days knew ciel first — his servants, his family, his friends, his associates — so there’s no way in hell that anyone would keep a secret from him.

you have nothing

you are nothing

and he knows it, you think… or at the very least he orchestrated things to be this way — the murders, the social isolation, the careful integration into his social circles, etc.

you almost feel like a marionette, a puppet on strings that he’s been manipulating behind the scenes for years, and all you can do is laugh

manically

hysterically

mournfully

because now you know the truth — that your life and marriage have been built on a carefully constructed web of lies, that every death your family suffered was because of one man’s obsession with you, that you can’t even fight back or run away because you don’t even know the extent of what your husband is capable of anymore — and, worse still, you can’t even do anything about it

all you can do is stay right where you are and pray you don’t meet the same fate as the others once he realises that you know too much

… til death do you part indeed

[moscnios]

Straw Hats x Fem reader platonic! This just popped into my head after watching ATLA! What if S/O, who’s mute, owned a pet messenger bird? No, scratch that, a pet messenger hawk? Sharp-looking, intelligent, and fast, he’s her pet companion that she takes care of sweetly and kindly. He can deliver messages to anyone around the world! I’m surprised that One Piece didn’t have a pet parrot, besides Karoo. HCs?

★ WITH A MUTE CREWMATE WHO HAS A PET MESSENGER HAWK! headcanons ★

── featuring. the strawhats.

── cw. gn!reader. no pronouns used. platonic. mentions of your hawk fighting zoro and sanji lol. not proofread.

── notepad. this has been sitting in my inbox SO LONG. IM SO SORRY. i really hope this reaches the og anon.

accidentally crossing paths with the new rag-tag group of hotshot pirates that were becoming a thorn in the side of the marines was unexpected. becoming a trusted member almost overnight was even more so

you are welcomed with open arms by your new family. well, you and your vigilant and protective hawk that was always perched on your shoulder, ready to snap at the hands of your new and still unfamiliar crewmates if they got to get too close to you

luffy, friendly and touchy as he can be, seems to be your hawk's main victim of the pecking. he never learns

outside of steering clear away from your violent friend with wings, the straw hats do everything in their power to ensure you are comfortable. never will you ever feel left out with them

they make sure to always include you in conversations, even if you don't want to contribute to them

they learn other ways to communicate with you, whether it is handing you a pen and a pad to write on, or starting to learn sign language. whatever makes you the most comfortable

your crewmates have an unintentional habit of checking for you the moment you are no longer in their line of sight

nami is the worst about it. she can't even count the number of times she almost had a heart attack thinking you were gone because she didn't see you for more than five seconds, before smothering you in big sister hugs and scolding you to never do it again

franky is the second worst about it. the one time the two of you went on a mission to find supplies in a village, he got distracted and kept walking, not noticing that you stopped a while ago. when he turned around and you were nowhere to be found, he was losing it. he called for you all over the village before falling to his knees in despair and crying a river before you returned having already found the supplies. he swore if he wasn't already crying he would have cried tears of joy when he saw you again

the straw hats find your pet hawk and the bond that the two of you share is very cool. to demonstrate their intelligence, you write a letter to your family back home and send your hawk on its way. when the bird returns a day later with another letter when its journey should have taken them weeks, the straw hats are in amazement

every now and then they ask your permission to send letters to their loved ones, even though you've told them several times that they don't need permission

it was just getting your hawk to like them is a whole other thing

your hawk absolutely loves chopper and robin. when they are not near you, they are perched on the top of chopper's hat, watching the reindeer do his tasks, while feeding them snacks in between.

while with robin, your hawk is comfortable enough to snuggle into her lap and fall asleep as they do with you while she reads on the deck of the sunny. you're starting to think they love her more than they love you

but you need more than two hands to count the number of times your hawk has left a few of your crewmates full of scratches due to being irritated by them, mostly zoro and sanji because of their "stupid bird" comments

well what can you do, the bird has a mind of its own

MANGEKYOU 2024 ── do not copy, repost, or translate my works onto this platform or any other !

[not-a-muse-nor-writer]

First post on here, uhhhh, just some minor questions for the Danny Phandom. I was lurking in the tags for more or less a year, took a break in other fandoms then came back. Just came back to write fics lol. So, here goes:

1. Do you guys think there were any halfas before Danny and Vlad? Like, idk, witches who were actually halfas, or human-ghost cross breeding (if that somehow even happen).

2. Does anyone explore the literal lore of Blood Blossoms yet? Cuz those things never glossed over in fics nor any posts ive seen yet. These things grow in the Ghost Zone (?) and the living world (?), have ghost-repelling properties and then was never mentioned in the shows again aftera few episodes. Damn.

3. And Pariah Dark, what's his deal? Tyrants and king of the Ghost Zone aside, what other war crimes, crimes against humanity had he done? Also, any theories how he died? Must be brutal.

4. Is there reincarnation within the Ghost Zone? If the ghost die (for the second time), do they actually pass on onto the next life as new living beings (humans, animals, insects ect.)? Or do they just... die, for good? Because that implies death beyond death.

5. There has to be like, some urban legends about natural ghost portals across the world. Like a train station after a certain hour and follow a certain path and it leads you to an eerily, green (or red) lit train stop. Where it then points you to a carriage and stepping inside, the doors slide close, a clear but detached voice of someone, something rang out, "the next station: [ghost speak of a far-forgotten train station that once existed in the living world within the Ghost Zone]" then the unfortunate person gets transported into bumfuck nowhere in the Ghost Zone. This probably implies to midnight busses and abandoned airports too.

Idk, I like the idea of the Ghost Zone and the living world are both so connected with each other but hidden behind myths and folklores. Always existed alongside life and death, possibly waypoints for the death to travel to the afterlife (?). Just some ideas.

That is all for now though. Thanks for listening in, maybe some of my questions were answered but I would love to hear more of the Phandom's opinions and possibly new hcs.:33

[moonsglare]

hey sev! new here i only see some iron fanfics (ptn) I'm asking if you can kindly create hcs of her pls (I'm a big fan of her)

hellooo !!! also yeah i agree, iron is vv underrated :(( once more, let's be the change we want to see in the world 🫡🫡🫡

firstly, iron is strict. like, super strict. everyone knows this. but what most in the mbcc miss is that she's strict because she cares. she cares so, so much and it shows in how she wants the absolute best for you. hence why she gets pushy and a little bossy at time when she sees you neglecting your health in even the most minor ways.

that being said, iron is terrible at taking care of herself. she can manage, for sure, but it's more surviving than living. she sustains herself on junk food and coffee, because that's whats efficient, but not necessarily good. hence, iron would appreciate it so much if you made or bought some proper meals for her and you to share. anything you bring her tastes far better than what she makes herself, and she loves it more when you make them yourself--especially if they're in those cute little bento boxes, not that she'd ever admit that.

another thing iron would appreciate, i think, are massages. i feel like she carries a lot of tension in her shoulders, so if you manage to catch her while she's free and forcefully sit her down for a few minutes to relax the tense muscles, she'd be just melting into your touch. all in all, iron is an acts of service kind of woman.

as for how iron likes to give affection, i think it's somewhat the same. she has your chart completely memorized, and always has your health in mind. if you go out on missions together, she's always a step ahead of you, shielding half your body with her own. she's a caretaker at her core, and though she's a doctor and injuries are nothing new to her, she hates seeing you hurt. she's good at keeping her emotions under check, but she can't stop her pulse from jumping if you cry out in pain or if she sees blood running down a wound somewhere on your body. iron's a busy woman, but she makes an exception when you're injured. she'll spend her nights by your bedside until you recover, nagging the whole way, but she'll hold your hand as you sleep, feeling the steady pulse of your wrist beneath her fingers and letting herself be grounded in the fact that you're here. you're alive. everything's going to be alright.

sometimes life does get to iron. she thinks of all the people she couldn't save, all the promises she couldn't keep. on nights like these she finds solace in your arms, where she can set down the weight of being this cold, calculating doctor and just be human again. in these moments she lets herself be held by you, lets you run your hand through her dark hair. she lets you intertwine your fingers with the cold metal ones of her prosthetic, and she watches with tired but quietly loving eyes as you bring them to your lips and press the softest kiss to them. as if to say, you did your best. you did your best, and you still deserved to be loved for it all the same.

in the end, i think iron isn't a whirlwind romance kind or hot-blooded passion kind of woman. when it comes to love, iron needs it to be like something to come home to, something calm and quiet and a refuge from everything else, which is exactly what you give her.

[tiktowafel]

personal lore dump for Shihai Kuroiro!! (where i'm probably a little mean to him but it's out of love guys i swear)

verrry late for his birthday but it's here!! :] love this kid. so many thoughts about him to share

i'll just start with the part that i find the most important - the core of his character, to me, is that he is not what he says he is and not what he desperately tries to convince himself and everyone else that he is.

i'm mostly basing this off of how ultra analysis gives him one of the two lowest wits scores in his class (as shown above) despite the fact that he calls himself "the scheming hero" and spends half his joint training match dramatically talking about trickery and psychological traps - while i like to ignore canon sometimes, this little piece of information is something i could never disregard. it's so endearing to me, plus him apparently trying really hard to seem way cooler than he actually is fits with the chuunibyou archetype he's supposed to represent.

severe headcanon territory & a generally slightly lengthy textpost under the read more lol

now, why do i hc he's that way in the first place? well, basically: his whole life he's admired underground heroes very strongly and ended up developing this very idealized mental picture of the perfect underground hero - a mysterious lonely mastermind who hides in the shadows and avoids the spotlight, quietly pulling all the strings and relying on plans and schemes instead of a powerful quirk and flashy moves. but despite all the dirty tricks they're capable of, their heart is in the right place - in fact in a way their motivations are far more noble than those of all the popular celebrity heroes, because they don't care about fame or recognition, they act out of a genuine want to do good. this is what Kuroiro aspires to be and what he bases his entire persona on, pretty much.

and that's because this is also the only kind of hero he could ever identify with - he was always an odd, withdrawn kid who had trouble making friends. he couldn't see himself in all those shiny charismatic always-in-the-spotlight heroes that everyone else seemed to love. so when he learned about underground heroes, he fell in love instantly and decided this is who he wanted to be, over time forming this perfect underground hero image to set as his goal.

except, again, a lot of traits possessed by this ideal of a hero aren't really in line with what Kuroiro himself actually is. he's nowhere this badass. he's nowhere this smart. he kinda sucks at this whole scheming thing actually! he's sneaky, sure, that's by nature of his quirk - but his schemes are way less elaborate than he likes to make them seem, most of the time they're just ways for himself to catch people off guard. he doesn't have the multi-step coordination-based planning capablity of Kendo or Tokage, the adaptability of Honenuki or the sheer sophistication of Monoma (note that almost all of 1-b's plan during joint training match 2 was invented by Kendo and Kuroiro's only strategic contribution was tricking 1-a into thinking he was gonna target Tokoyami so he could ambush Aoyama instead - which is something yeah but still nothing particularly complicated). and he hates that about himself, because intelligence is something that he values and admires so so much - so he exaggerates his strategic prowess a lot, with his hero title and dramatic speeches and all, and does everything in his power not to be perceived as stupid (often failing miserably). it's out of insecurity.

he's also not that much of a lone wolf, either. he does have a strong tendency to isolate himself from others, which is partially because he's convinced himself that he's destined to walk a lonely path in life & content with it (what's a better way of coping with your childhood loneliness than romanticizing it) and partially because the fact that he's constantly putting up a facade does by itself kinda prevent him from forming proper relationships, BUT he's not really happy this way. he's introverted but ultimately not meant to be alone. he does need friends! and he does wish for a romantic relationship, too! but, of course, he sucks at managing those feelings, as we can judge by his interactions with Kinoko and his general incapability of normally talking to girls mentioned in ultra analysis.

i actually really like that he has a crush on Kinoko specifically because it plays really well into everything that i said earlier in this post! remember that something he admires a lot about underground heroes is that they don't care about fame and recognition, and therefore in his view have the most genuine motivations? i like to believe that odd as it is, he actually has a very strong moral compass and greatly values selflessness. so, imagine how he feels when he learns that Kinoko, whom he already has a crush on because she's cute and she's nice to him and she has a really cool quirk (something something mushrooms like darkness so they must be meant to be), wants to be an idol hero. bro's devastated. those people are the epitome of modern hero society's shallowness and superficiality, and she wants to be one! she apparently wants to spend her precious time doing silly little dance routines and shaking people's hands at conventions instead of dedicating it all to proper hero work! and Kuroiro still has a crush on her! that witch...!

and you see, Kinoko isn't actually a shallow person. what motivates her to become and idol hero isn't selfishness (refer to my old Kinoko headcanon list - some things in there are a tiny bit outdated but my headcanon on why she wants to be an idol is still the same!). except Kuroiro doesn't get to know that at first so he remains bewildered and conflicted for quite some time - and i just think that's funny y'know? he eventually learns more about her (second hand, they don't directly talk to each other much, in canon i think Kinoko doesn't even pay much attention to him in general 😭) and starts to change his mind, probably falling even harder in the process - but still the whole thing is complete disaster on his side. he was always shy around her, now there's also... all this, no wonder he can't talk to her at all!!

so, to sum it up: Kuroiro is intense, he's surprisingly idealistic, he's tragically insecure, and he has some very rigid ideas about himself and the world around him that he probably needs to let go of. he's just a mess of a teenager with a lot of to figure out - and he does figure it out, he does get his happy ending eventually! (a conversation with Kinoko, among other things, is something that definitely would be a crucial part in his,, character arc, i guess? and y'know what, while i do really like them as a couple, i think them just getting to talk things out is a "happy ending" regardless of whether they end up together)

OH and by the way: i'm not saying that he's like, going against himself at all times! he's not an actual master schemer or a complete lone wolf but a lot of things about how he acts are perfectly genuine. his affinity for all things dark is genuine, his interest in taboos is genuine, and his love for theatrics is also genuine! in that matter, it's actually not a phase lol he's just like that :] would be blasphemous to say otherwise, that's what we all love him for..!

aaand this concludes my little essay about one of my favorite 1b kids!! the picture of him that i have in my head is very clear, that's why he's the first character that i chose to write this kind of post about - i'm just pretty confident about the hcs i have for him haha. i'm also thinking about writing a more lighthearted list of hcs to complete the vision (ya know, like the good ol days) because there's STILL so much that i haven't shared since it didn't fit this post - so stay tuned for that if you enjoyed this!! see you next month probably

[luv-again]

What would Amy and Shadow study in university?

whew, sorry it took so long to get back ?? i suspect i may be coming down with a case of burnout but i'm gonna remain in denial abt it :)

this question i am going to broaden a bit to "tertiary study", because i'm sure degrees and the study materials within them likely vary from country to country and therefore some things i mention may not be valid to unis strictly but would for like,, a polytech and so on ?? (you have to excuse me for this disclaimer, i literally live in backwater nowhere-ville. i am tapping on the glass from the inside of my containment lmao)

amy, shadow & tertiary study

for amy i have quite a few in mind !! she likes to get stuck in and do things; the practical side of any study would be her dream, especially if it had to do with food ! i can see her going to culinary school or getting an apprenticeship at a bakery - there's more learning on-job/as she goes, rather than spending the majority of her time mulling over theory work. i hc amy learns better by being set in a real world scenario with the situation in front of her than she does at a desk

if she were to go the more theory side though, i reckon food science or health science would be a bit of her. also,, *holding my hand out to a distant dream* personal trainer amy would be the icing, the filling- the entire cake basically. waiter, order me a plate of pt amy on the double !! she would do SO good as a pt/life coach actually, she even has the peppy attitude to boot ! there's so many possibilities for her, depending on the avenue

shadow, however... ough. he's a nonconformist by nature and CANONICALLY doesn't turn in his assignments ?? how were they expecting me to take this when they dropped this bombshell on me in shadow gens. HOW

there IS a discarded clip i saw somewhere of dark beginnings where he gets into a little tiff with abe tower over the difficulty of a school related task (10:48 to save you scrubbing time, if it doesn't auto jump)

either shadow is a good bluff, was looking for trouble or genuinely has no trouble comprehending and applying new information. i like to think it's the latter for various reasons, but also bc i think abe's one-sided beef with shadow is hilarious (and a part of me doesn't want to take away from that absurdity) and shadow was said (and shown !) to be quite shy and insecure during his time on the ark

i think shadow was built to be intelligent in a range of ways (gerald does say something adjacent in his journal, i believe) and i like to think the reason why he never handed in his homework is because he saw no need to prove his comprehension. it was pointless. gerald had probably run a thousand and one tests on him beforehand to do just that, so why do the exact same thing just outside of a lab setting ?

so on the one hand, i don't see shadow studying out of his own volition. this hedgehog is not getting any kind of degree, he is a qualification-less GOOB. there's no way he'd want to conform, go through the process of enrolling and studying under an institution- i don't see him wanting to actively bother with it. this guy is doing himself no favours by excluding himself from society, but i have a feeling that wouldn't faze him in the slightest

on the other hand, i could see him studying things that could be seen as redundant in future as like,, a preservation thing since he's immortal/ageless. and if it turns out he likes to study, technically he has all the time in the world to pick things up from institutions

OR - i'm sprouting a third hand here, like some kind of night creature - pediatrician shadow *i am then attacked by an angry mob that doesn't see my vision* no, NO, listen though. if he one day felt like all that happened on the ark was no longer raw but instead scarring over, maybe it would shine a light on a new path for him. i could totally see him being a doctor for kids. the years of study wouldn't be a problem, so long as he had the motivation and i feel like it'd be a way to tie into his promise to maria (and amy, of course ;))

additionally, studies i feel like shadow and amy would share/have in common purely based off inexplicable vibes : botany, biology, psychology, early childcare ...

i honestly thought i'd have way more trouble coming up with things, but i surprised myself with this one. ty for the asks as always !!! i have an infinite amount of fun playing sandbox with you <3

[eeulysian]

can i plz request dating adela hcs?

⟡ . DATING ADELA HEADCANONS

summary: adela x reader and how its like to date this very beautiful blue haired S rank sinner

cw: none

a/n: i'm sorry if this is ooc and so short too! i don't have adela and i haven't played path to nowhere in a while now since hsr has been catching my attention the most lately. i hope i didn't disappoint!

✦ she's definitely a teaser and a bully. she loves seeing your reactions, like when you get flustered or when you pout because you're angry at her. if you do end up taking her silly tactics to heart though, expect to get squeezed in by a hug as an apology

✦ adela loves pda. she likes to show you off to all the other sinners, officers and the chief by putting her arm around you, holding your hand, suddenly creeping up from behind and hug you when you're talking to other sinners or the officers

✦ and by that style of pda, you could tell she's very touchy. her top love language is physical contact. she will find every chance, and i mean EVERY. to hold you, hug you, play with your hair or squeeze your adorable face

✦ i wouldn't say she gets easily jealous. she puts all her trust in you because she knows you wouldn't do anything bad behind her back like cheating or seeing other people, so she can feel at ease. when she does get jealous tho, like someone is flirting with you and pushing your boundaries, she definitely has the capabilities of doing something shady and dark lol... so expect them to go missing the next day 🙊

✦ adela would try to get to know your preferences and interests because she wants to buy you a gift! or steal it... but that's fine, whether it's a chocolate bar or a kitten, she'll get it for you one way or another

✦ i think that adela is a cold person, like her body is physically cold, it's like she came back from fighting for her life in some snowy place. she knows that, so sometimes she would try to cuddle with you to feel your warmth. after all, you're the person that broke down the ice walls around her heart ♡

© 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗲𝗲𝘂𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁.

[elainsgirl]

hi!! just wanted to toss this out there bc i have nowhere else to put it & i love your responses. it’s so interesting to me to see the ship wars. bc when i first started reading these books, i was just casually reading. then i dove deeper & started seeing tiktoks, tumblr/reddit posts and i was genuinely CONFUSED. if we look at the text on the page and aren’t influenced by fanart and headcanons.. to ME (as a casual reader at first, not in the SJM/acotar community), it seemed obvious that elriel was endgame with their buildup thus far. as well as possibly lucien and vassa. gwynriel never even crossed my mind as anything legitimate. az’s bonus parallels cassians (with nesta & emerie). so like??? i’m sittin here like wdym gwynriel?? az is about to beg on his KNEES for a chance to taste elain. and you want to see him with another female after that? ….interesting is all i can say lol.

i’d also like to add, people wanting elucien to be endgame is wild to me bc “sweet lucy needs his HAE”… HUH? and you think that’s elain?? so i guess we’re not taking either of their actual feelings into account then? they are so incredibly uncomfortable around each other. he wants to see her to know if she’s “worth fighting for”. nah. to me, it seemed clear vassa is building up to be his happily ever after. elain and lucien mated by the cauldron, but true love and choice (elriel & vassa/lucien) is what it will come down to.

i think people let all of the fun and beautiful fanart and hc’s and all the craziness get in the way of actual canon/text on the page/foreshadowing/parallels with the other endgame couples. it’s actually interesting & should be studied extensively lmfao. anywhoooo can’t wait for elain’s book announcement hopefully coming SOON to end this madness 😂🙏🏼

Hello and Thank you 🫶

I followed the same path as you anon. I was a casual reader who kept on seeing acotar being recommended, so I gave in and got the box set for my birthday. I read the books, and honestly? Wasn’t into elriel but I knew they were endgame. It was just so damn obvious where Mass was going in acowar. Making us wonder why elriel weren’t made mates, introducing Vassa and tying Lucien to her plot (cursed queen, speall cleavers son), having so many significant moments between elriel and barely any between elucien. Then I read acosf and no Az x Gwyn scene stood out to me. Like, genuinely- none of their scenes were significant. How am I supposed to rememeber Az half-turning at Gwyns squel, when in the same book - he was following the sound of Elains laugher and later sharing a charged glance with her? Like I said before, I wasnt even that into elriel. So its not like I was choosing to ignore or purposely missing gwynriels’ interactions to stay firm on elriel being endgame. Gwyn and Az genuinely had nothing between them. Nothing that made their interactions stand out, important or memorable. I finished acosf, Gwyn long out of my mind and was just excited for Elains book. To me elriel was just confirmed and elucien destroyed when Mass made Elain lose her boldness around him something that doesn’t happen between endgame LIs.

I went onto tiktok and bam! Was introduced to the gwynriel cult. It was literally shoved down my throat with people claiming how elriel ended. Later found out, there was Azriels bonus chapter that had gwynriels tweaking. Two years later when I finally read the bonus, I was unsure of how its going to go. How was Mass going to end elriel when she left them off on a charged glance within acosf? How was Mass going to successfully set up Gwynriel when there is not a hint of the pairing in acosf? At no point do Cass/Nesta pair Gwyn and Az together

Regardless, I read the bonus. Anon, I cannot begin to explain how much of a disappointment it was. Gwynriels were celebrating the fact ONE shadow danced with gwyns exhaled BREATH??? Really? That was the big gwynriel moment, supposedly ending elriel? “Oh he felt calm and settled!” Yh bcs he was distracted. Gwyn had the same affect on Nesta. “Spark and glow!” Yet in the end, it meant nothing. Its not like Az shows mate behaviour towards Gwyn to back up them being mates.

Right!? How can you read Azriel literally wanting to devour Elain but then ship him with someone else? Thats like one of the biggest romance icks. Gwynriel is literally a terrible love story when you actually think about it.

Eluciens seemingly dont care about Elains or Luciens feelings, if they did - they wouldn’t pair their fave lulu with a woman he’s literally miserable around. Eluciens are being driven by fanon. They’re too busy chasing the potential of elucien rather then paying attention to how they’re canonically written. You have a woman whose literally making Lucien chuckle, who he had a spark in his eyes for, a woman thats the reason he’s making the lake his target, a woman he left his mate to search for - yet they still want to ship Lucien with Elain who he feels awkward and stale around? All bcs they’re “mates” ?

This, I agree a lot with your last point anon. Antis allow their own biased feelings/opinions, what they want to happen influence what they take from canon. Instead of following the foreshadowing Mass has laid out, they try to find whatever they can to justify their ships. Its not natural and you can tell bcs every single theory/opinion has been disputed by canon itself.

Im praying for a March announcement, all Mass literally has to do is announce elains book next- that way at least half of this shipwar will finally shut up.

[ransprang]

thank you to anon for your support <3

if anyone else wants personalized hcs this is our ko-fi

Vash x male! reader hcs

SFW

How you met: You knew of Vash from the bounty poster. You were secretly a plant and so had been very careful to not be caught by the man you knew was known for stealing plants. So the moment your paths crossed at a small town in the middle of nowhere, and when your eyes met from across the tavern you were very wary of him. You decided to keep an eye on him, and watched him interact with the townspeople. You were surprised by his kindness and couldn’t help but think there was more to the story.  So when  you saw him fight against the goons who assaulted him one day yelling about a bounty, you decided to give him a hand in the fight and struck up a conversation with him afterwards. You were intrigued, and Vash was friendly although very evasive about answering personal questions. You supposed you were the same way since you decided to hide your plant identity. You quickly learned that chaos and destruction seemed to follow that man everywhere he went, so you decided to follow him as along as well.

Your dates would constantly be interrupted by him running out like a golden retriever to help whichever person in town looked like they needed help. It is not helped by the fact that the townsfolk would actively seek him out because somehow he has befriended every child, elderly and people in between in the two days you have been staying there. He would definitely make it up to you afterwards though.

His biggest love language would be physical touch. Vash loves holding your hand, and gently caressing the top with his thumb. Loves bringing your hand up to his lips and planting a kiss on the back. 

In a domestic setting, Vash gives male wife energy. He’d learn to cook and bake your favourite dishes. You’re always welcome to join him in the kitchen.  

Favourite pet names for you as a lover would be sweetheart, precious, handsome & beloved.

If you ever went on a carnival date with Vash, he would easily beat all the sharpshooter games and minibooths including ring toss. You would go home with half the prizes in the carnival although they would likely never let you back in ;)

Vash burrows his face in your neck to hide his blush every time you compliment him, his heart rate increases so much that he thinks you’ll hear it

Vash would be very protective of you. He knows just being around him puts people in danger and he would have a hard time keeping his vow for not killing people if you ever got captured. He would easily put himself in harm’s way if you were ever in danger. 

When you would first see Vash interact with a Plant you would be a bit anxious. But when you saw the compassion and sympathy coming out of every pore of his body, it would put you back at ease. He would notice afterwards that you were a bit on edge and try to pull some silly stunts to make you laugh.

Vash is deep down a lonely person so even though at times he tries to distance himself believing he’s causing you harm, he really appreciates your company and love. You would become very precious to him and he would always be terrified of losing you like he lost everyone else. He would need a lot of comforting and reassurance in those times. When he finds out you’re a plant his worries would ease somewhat since he would know you could take care of yourself, although he would be worried Knives would target you now.

N/SFW

Vash likes to suck you off, he loves being told what to do. He will serve you as much as you like. Especially after a day gone wrong thanks to his brother, he will pleasure you to feel good.

Vash loves to be dominated, you thrust him while using one hand to hold his hands above his head and the other to stroke Vash’s hard cock. He also likes it if you command him during sex.

Vash loves to cook for you and lets you eat it off his body. It makes him feel so turned on that not only do you enjoy his cooking but also his body.

Vash likes to get tied up, he is into the special knots like shibari. He likes to be restrained on the bed pulling and tugging against the ropes. He enjoys being edged, when you give him a blowjob and dont stop even after he cums, he likes to whimper from overstimulation.

He uses his mechanic arm to give you high speed hand jobs, his fingers moving round the tip at a fast pace as he rubs your shaft. Almost like fleshlight.

He sits there with bent knees and tongue out, when you pump your cock and release your hot cum all over his face and mouth. His own dick would be throbbing to be rubbed.

Vash likes it when he slowly undresses you as giving him a chance to revere you. Waiting desperately to see your body, peeling off your clothes little by little. 

He likes to be bent over and fucked  in the shower. Hot steaming sex, after a long hard day of fighting.He lets you touch his scars and kiss them, as a reassurance.

After sex he would be extra gentle and cuddle with you. He would caress your chest and stare into your eyes, and also bring you water. 

Vash would play with your hair and kiss you deeply, a make out session after sex. Just because he can’t resist you, and it is comforting intimacy to him before bed.

your stampedes,

admins sar, san & sav