#we gotta kill this pda

[inexorablyinsecure]

Sinclair… Sighed a little, as she watched the door between her, and Hong Lu close once more. Her heart pounded in her chest for a moment, as she let herself relax, her shoulders drooping for a moment as she closed her eyes, and… Then, turned on her heels, back towards the bed. Hong Lu was patient. He’d wait on her as long as she needed, to decompress and get dressed for their outing, and yet…

This was as much an outing for her, as it was for him. Someone had stolen something precious to him, and…  It was his turn soon.

She needed to be there for him. She needed to put everything behind her, and… Be there for him; to close her eyes to the inner turmoil she felt, and hold a hand for him like she had Don Quixote before him. Sinclair’s eyes ached as she brought a hand up, and rubbed away at them; as she dug her fingers into the sockets of her eyes, gently massaging the bridge of her nose, before… Taking a deep breath, and letting go.  [Long Post; Continued After the Cut]

To start, she removed the collar from her neck. It was cute, but it wouldn’t fit with the outfit, not… Really, and they would be going out in public. She didn’t need to look like that. In an instant, she winced as she felt her hearing grow… Lesser, as she felt her spine shift slightly, her posture worsen, as simultaneously, and instantaneously, the ears and tail that she had been sporting disappeared. With a slight shrug, she tossed the collar onto the bed, and… Then, set about removing her LCB jacket, awkwardly pulling it off while trying to snake her arms out, only…

To shift, and paused, as she heard a noise. A familiar noise.

A ping, from her PDA.

Her heart sunk, in an instant, as she began to glance around, as if looking for… Something. Something, whatever it was that a ‘Magical’ Anonymous asker had sent, only to wince as she felt something… Appear? Manifest? In her mouth. Lime, round. It was bitter, sour, she felt as if she should spit it out, with a slightly copper taste, and yet-- As if her body had begun to refuse her commands, she… Swallowed it.

Her heartbeat grew louder, in her chest, in that moment, as she lunged forwards, towards the bed, and grabbed at her PDA. Her grip tightened, knuckles growing white as she gripped the PDA, and… Began to scan the ask in front of her.

Sinclair… Almost seemed to relax, at that; having read the post. It… Didn’t seem that bad, really. So the last game Sinclair played… Huh? It’d been a bit since she had even opened a game on the PDA, since everything had been… So much lately. She couldn’t even really remember what the last game she opened was. She…

“Wait-”

The words left her mouth as… A wide eyed look overtook her expression, as she opened her mouth, and… Swallowed, uncomfortably. “Wasn’t I doing-” she began, frantically opening her recently opened apps, and… Flicking through them. “Wasn’t I doing my dailies before Kromer sent that ask, and-”

A fear. A certain kind of fear settled into her heart, as, she felt her skin… Prickle. Shift. Ripple.

As she heard the shattering of a mirror.

Her heart thundered in her chest, and in an instant--

Everything around her shifted. Everything around her was gone. She was gone; her mind moved faster, and faster. It was moving faster than a human mind was supposed to. It was… It was disconnected, as her vision flickered, blurred. As a slight disconnect came between herself and her body, and for an instant, she felt her body lag. She felt as if she was trapped somewhere, a bit away from her body. Connected to it, but away.

Her body felt heavy. Impossibly so, far more than before. It was a struggle to move it at all, and she felt her limbs stagger, flicker as she tried, as she fought to do something. To breathe, to move, to think, it all was so difficult. Her mind burned, her eyes hurt, her sight grew… Pixelated, as her head pounded. Memories flooded at once. Too many.

To o man y.

There was a girl who so l oo ked up to the h e r o e s that she would die/die/die/die give herself over to be c ome one and sh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Would Kill Them To Become Them. 

To Surpass Them.

To Protect T h e m .

F o r 

H e r

Q u e e n

Her heart beat in her chest as she brought a hand up to her eyes, shaky, unsteady. There was a red glow. A red reflection, upon a white pair of gloves, as her hands flickered and shook in front of her. Metallic tendrils. Metallic, cold, claws. Beautiful, white gloves. Her breath hitched in her throat. It wasn’t real. She couldn’t breathe, and yet she had to. If her heart didn’t beat, she felt as if she would die.

She had felt this way before.

When Abe had begun the test, and when Red Shoes. Had betrayed them all. When she had Betrayed Her. When She Had Betrayed Them. When She had caved their sssssssssssssssssssssss$$$$sku

Her mind flared with pain, as she stumbled backwards, hands shifting towards her throat, unsteadily. She wasn’t human. She was no longer human, she knew this. Tears flickered at the corners of her eyes, as her mind seized. She had hurt them. She had killed them. She had failed them. They came back. They would rewrite their story. They would become Goddesses. They would tell a Fairy Tale Story, And Get A Good Ending. But she had Failed. She Had Failed. And Abe? Krom had been hurt in the process.

All Because of Him.

Her memory flickered. It melded and hurt, as her time with the Limbus Company mixed with… Another time. Her body was wrong. It felt right and yet wrong at the same time. Her hair was still the same, and yet it was different. Long. It covered an eye. But it was still a golden yellow, as it had always done. A beautiful yellow. Something was over her shoulders now, and her body had shifted. It was mechanical, and yet it had skin. It was soft, it was indistinguishable from a human’s.

But it wasn’t human. It wasn’t human. She waSN’T human. She was something else. A weapon to defeat the raptures. To defeat and kill humanity.

Beams of light erupted from something nearby, as if reacting to her thoughts. Were her walls physical, they would have been incinerated in the blast, and yet she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. Her throat had grown parched as she struggled to find something, anything, to sate it, and yet. And yet. Her hands struggled as she looked around, eyes desperately searching across the room, until finally setting on------

A mirror. 

Her heartbeat grew softer, and for a moment, she stumbled forwards, unsteadily upon a pair of heels. She wasn’t confident to walk in them, yet the body was. Mechanical. It walked on them perfectly, as if she commanded them to do so just like it was her own body. It was her own body. The only body She Had. And she. Looked in the mirror.

To See If She Was Beautiful.

The person in front of Sinclair was different, and yet it was undeniably her. It was the only body she had. It was taller than the one Sinclair had in her life, before becoming a Nikke. It had long blonde hair, which covered only the right of her two, red eyes; otherwise, it was tied back by a black bow, which allowed the rest of it to trail down harmlessly behind her. She wore a black choker, and had a black jacket slung over her shoulder… And was wearing a tube-top, almost skin-tight gray dress, who’s skirt ended just above her knees. 

More to that, however, was that her body was beautiful. 

It was different than the one she had in life. Of course, it had hardly a single scar or callous upon it, but it also was pleasantly soft; as if pampered, as if well taken care of. Her chest gave the impression that, had she been alive, she had been on hormones for quite some time, and her figure was… One that she might have been envious of, before. One she would have looked forwards to, and yet now, felt as if she had to protect.

It was an ideal. A beautiful ideal, that was important, as it was the gift she had been given, for being willing to pay such a price.

All that time ago.

Back when she was still just a girl who had been enraptured by their beauty as they saved her life.

Sinclair’s voice finally broke through, as she stumbled forwards, towards the mirror, and laid a pale, gloved hand against the window. She looked like she had never set foot outside the bus; as if the sun had never seen her before. She had been pale before, but now, she was ghostly. And her eyes, her red eyes…

Her head stung, as she tried to think. As memories mixed and melded, and as she tried to focus, tried to bring her mind to bear. Tears welled up against her eyes, but as she opened her  voice, she could hardly bring herself to speak. She hardly knew what voice would come out. She knew logically what she had become, who she had become, and yet the question that remained, that stuck out in her mind was------

If she wasn’t human, in the city, what was she?

She

Cried.

[lovingdynamight]

Mha boys when they have a crush on you vs dating you

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Paring: Katsuki Bakugo, Denki Kaminari, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya x reader

Genre: fluff

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Katsuki Bakugo

✦ First of all, denial. Hard, aggressive denial. There’s no way he likes you. Nope. Not happening.

✦ Spoiler: It’s happening.

✦ He gets annoyed at how much he notices you—your laugh, the way you talk, the way you tilt your head when you’re confused. It’s all infuriating (because it makes his heart race, and he HATES it).

✦ The second someone suggests he has a crush, he’s exploding. “THE HELL ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT? I DON’T LIKE ‘EM!” (Yes, he does.)

✦ Despite his denial, he’s always around you. If you’re in the common room, so is he. If you’re training, he suddenly needs to train too.

✦ If someone flirts with you, his entire mood shifts. He won’t admit he’s jealous, but he will suddenly feel the urge to outshine whoever’s talking to you. (“Tch. Like that extra could even keep up with you.”)

✦ If you ask him for help with training, he acts super cocky about it, but deep down, he loves that you asked.

✦ Blushes when you compliment him but immediately covers it up with grumbling. “Damn right, I’m great.” (Meanwhile, his ears are bright red.)

✦ The type to bully his crush affectionately. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t waste his time teasing you. If he calls you an idiot, it’s probably his love language.

✦ His love is shown through actions. He’ll shove his jacket at you if you’re cold. He’ll bring you your favorite drink without a word. He’ll walk you back to your dorm and say it’s just “because you’d probably get lost or somethin’.”

✦ When he finally confesses, it’s not smooth. At all. Probably happens after he gets jealous. “Look, dumbass, I like you, alright?! So stop messin’ around with those other extras!”

✦ He’s the most possessive boyfriend. Not in a toxic way—he just wants everyone to know that you’re his.

✦ PDA? It depends. He won’t be all over you in public, but he will sling an arm around your shoulders or keep a hand on your waist to make sure people get the message.

✦ However, in private? Oh, yeah. Big softie. Will hold you for hours if you let him.

✦ Not a huge fan of pet names but will call you things like “dumbass” or “idiot” in an oddly affectionate way.

✦ But if he ever calls you something genuinely sweet (“Hey… you look good today, babe.”), it means everything.

✦ Aggressively supportive. If you’re struggling, he’s yelling about how strong you are. “You’re not some weak extra! You’re better than that! Now get up and prove it!”

✦ Acts annoyed but secretly loves it when you steal his hoodies.

✦ If you’re hurt, he’s hovering. Fuming. Yelling at the nurses to take better care of you. (“Fix them faster, dammit!”)

✦ The king of forehead kisses. He does them absentmindedly sometimes, like before he heads to bed or when he’s pulling away from a hug.

✦ Will fight literally anyone who upsets you. Doesn’t even ask what happened, just “Who do I gotta kill?”

✦ If you ever try to leave after an argument, good luck. He hates unresolved fights and will literally pick you up and carry you back.

✦ Secretly a cuddler. Won’t admit it, but if you fall asleep next to him, he’s not letting go.

Denki Kaminari

✦The most obvious crush in Class 1-A. If Denki likes you, literally everyone knows except you.

✦Flirts with you constantly. Even if you brush him off, he keeps trying. “Come on, babe, don’t break my heart like this.”

✦However, the moment you flirt back? Glitching. Buffering. Might actually short-circuit if you catch him off guard.

✦Finds any excuse to be around you. If you’re sitting, he’s sitting next to you. If you’re standing, suddenly he needs to stand right there, too.

✦Shamelessly asks to hold your hand all the time. “For science. I just wanna see if we have, like, good chemistry, y’know?”

✦If anyone else flirts with you, he’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him, but his dumb little pout says otherwise.

✦Subtly protective. If he notices you look uncomfortable, he’ll step in like, “Heyyy, there you are! Been looking for you!” even if he wasn’t.

✦The human charger. If your phone is dying, he insists on charging it for you. “See? I’m useful. You need me.”

✦ Laughs at all your jokes, even the bad ones. If you make fun of him, he just grins and goes, “Damn, you really like me, huh?”

✦Casually drops hints about liking you but makes it sound like a joke. “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.” (He’s not joking.)

✦When he finally confesses, it’s probably in the middle of a casual conversation. “By the way, I’m, like, super in love with you.”

✦Clingy. If you’re in the same room, he’s touching you in some way—a hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, leaning his head on you.

✦Loves PDA. If you let him, he’ll hold your hand, hug you from behind, and drop so many cheek kisses.

✦Calls you so many nicknames. Babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, lovebug, shockingly attractive, the list goes on.

✦Steals your stuff. Hoodies, accessories, snacks—it’s all his now. “I wear this hoodie better anyway.”

✦If you ever wear his hoodie, though? Malfunctioning. “Holy sh—okay, keep that forever.”

✦The most dramatic boyfriend. If you’re gone for five minutes, he’s whining, “I missed you so much.”

✦Gets jealous easily but tries to play it cool. Usually fails. “Yeah, whatever, I’m fine. It’s not like I’m mad or anything.” (He is definitely mad.)

✦Insists on being your human charger anytime your phone dies. “See? I’m the best boyfriend. Unlimited battery, baby.”

✦If you’re upset, he’ll do everything to make you smile—even if that means electrocuting himself on purpose to make you laugh.

✦Cuddle monster. He will literally wrap himself around you like a human blanket. “You’re warm. I’m comfy. This is how we live now.”

✦Kisses constantly. Especially your cheeks and nose. If you’re flustered? Mission accomplished.

✦Brags about you all the time. “Yeah, my s/o is literally the coolest person alive. I don’t make the rules.”

✦Loyal to the core. If someone talks bad about you, he’s ready to fight. Probably not a good idea, but he’ll still try.

✦Just so in love with you. Tells you every day. Probably writes your name with little hearts in his notebook.

Shoto Todoroki

✦ At first, he doesn’t fully realize he has a crush. He just notices that he enjoys being around you more than anyone else.

✦ You’re the only person he actively seeks out to sit next to in class or during lunch. If someone else takes the seat? He just stands there, waiting for them to move.

✦ He’s not super obvious, but you might catch him staring at you a lot. And if you ask why, he’ll just say, “I was thinking about something.” (That something is you.)

✦ If you ever compliment him, he takes it very seriously. You could say, “You look nice today, Todoroki,” and suddenly, he’s replaying it in his head for the rest of the week.

✦ Struggles to make small talk but will always listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how mundane. You could be ranting about your favorite snacks, and he’s nodding like it’s the most important conversation of his life.

✦ He’s not a jealous person, but if Denki or someone flirts with you, he’ll suddenly insert himself into the conversation, staring at them until they get uncomfortable and leave.

✦ If you’re ever cold, he offers the left side of his body without hesitation. Literally just— “You can use my fire.”

✦ You make him smile without realizing it. Sometimes he’ll catch himself smiling after you say something funny and quickly go blank-faced again.

✦ Now that he knows for sure he likes you, he’s much more direct. “I like you. Be my s/o?” No hesitation, just vibes.

✦ Dates with him are either extremely fancy (five-star restaurants because Endeavor’s money) or ridiculously casual (“Do you want soba?”). There is no in-between.

✦ Not big on PDA, but if he sees other people looking at you, he will put a hand on your back or casually hold your hand as a silent flex.

✦ He’s not used to being physically affectionate but learns quickly. If you initiate a hug, expect him to just hold you there for a while.

✦ Tries to learn your favorite things so he can surprise you with them. If you mention liking a certain dessert, expect it to randomly appear in your dorm or on your desk.

✦ If you get sick or injured? He’s sitting by your side, watching you like a hawk, making sure you rest properly.

✦ Lowkey competitive about being the best boyfriend. If he sees another couple being cute, he immediately takes notes. “Do you want me to call you cute names? I can do that.”

✦ If you tease him, he’ll stare at you for a long moment before hitting you with a dry, unexpected comeback that leaves you speechless.

✦ Absolutely cherishes you but doesn’t always know how to express it with words. Instead, he just shows up and does things for you—helping with training, bringing you snacks, or simply being near you.

✦ Occasionally drops the most romantic lines without even realizing it. You could be joking about something, and he’ll just go, “I’d go anywhere if you were there.”

✦ If he ever kisses you in public, it’s brief but meaningful. But in private? He’s surprisingly soft about it, cupping your face like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Izuku Midoriya

✦ Blushy mess. The second he realizes he likes you, he’s doomed. Face red, hands fidgeting, brain short-circuiting anytime you talk to him.

✦ Overthinks everything. Did he stare too long? Did he say something weird? Should he say something now? Oh no, you’re looking at him—PANIC.

✦ You can always tell when he’s flustered because he starts rambling.

✦“You’re really strong! I mean, you’ve always been strong, but I’ve been watching— WAIT, not in a weird way! I just mean you’ve improved a lot, and—”*

✦ Writes about you in his notebook. He’ll analyze your fighting style, strengths, weaknesses—but there’s also a random section like: “They looked really cute today.”

✦ If you get hurt in battle, he immediately drops everything to check on you. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need Recovery Girl?”

✦ SO SUPPORTIVE. If you’re training, he’s hyping you up. If you’re struggling, he’s offering help. He’ll literally never let you doubt yourself.

✦ Tries to act casual around you but fails horribly. His friends figure it out before he even tells them.

✦ If you compliment him? Dead. He freezes, stammers out a thank you, and turns the color of a tomato.

✦ Low-key jealous but won’t admit it. Instead, he’ll silently sulk and train harder. “I have to be stronger…” (Translation: I must be worthy of them.)

✦ You could breathe in his direction and he’d probably write a mental essay about how amazing you are.

✦ The sweetest, most caring boyfriend ever. He remembers the little things—your favorite food, how you like your tea, that one random fact you mentioned weeks ago.

✦ Constantly checking on you. “Did you eat? Are you getting enough rest? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, right?”

✦ Loves holding your hand. It calms him down, and he thinks it’s the most comforting thing in the world.

✦ Still gets flustered when you kiss him, even if you’ve been dating for a while.

✦ Study dates! If you ever struggle with schoolwork, he’ll patiently tutor you (and definitely get distracted just admiring you).

✦ If you get hurt? Full-on panic mode. He’ll carry you to Recovery Girl himself if needed. “You need to be more careful! I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you…”

✦ PDA? Minimal. He’s shy about it, but he’ll hold your hand or press small kisses to your forehead when no one’s looking.

✦ If you’re upset, he’ll listen for hours and offer the most heartfelt advice. “I know it’s hard, but you’re strong. And no matter what, I’ll always be here.”

✦ If you ever wear his hoodie? Meltdown. He thinks you look so cute in his clothes. “T-That’s… um… it looks good on you.” (Brain officially short-circuited.)

✦ Rambles about you to All Might. “They’re incredible, sensei! Their technique, their determination—oh, and did I mention how amazing they are?”

✦ The type to whisper ‘I love you’ when he thinks you’re asleep.

✦ If he ever gets jealous, he won’t lash out, but he’ll get extra clingy after. Might even pull you in for a surprise hug just to reassure himself you’re his.

✦ Always puts you first. Your happiness, your safety, your dreams—he wants all of it for you.

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Thanks for reading.

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[elisabethdeep-blog]

Gotta make a post about my best DunMeshi neurospicy boi

Lotta content out there about Laios' autistic traits but where o where is the Senshi rep?

Senshi's dedication to Dungeon trophic systems makes Laios' special interest look like a well-thumbed pamphlet. (Granted Senshi has had significantly longer to cook; Laios is a baby).

Senshi's limited emoting is baked-in to his character model- that thousand yard stare, most of his face occluded by his habitual helmet (masked, even...... How many folks pine for covid masks obviating the need to manage their faces constantly?)

He overheard someone mention his special interest and Walked Right Up to a Group of Strangers to brazenly asplain them a thing. Marcille makes a bridge-mending bid regarding the mosses in the scorpion hotpot (after her previous truculent outbursts) and he totally deadpans her, because he didn't even notice.

He is VERY COMMITED to his ethical position on dungeon ecology. More than once he's disrupted Marcille Right at the point of release of a spell, after she's been chanting for like a paragraph, because she's going to contravene some principle of his.

Also

Speaking of Marcille, he demonstrates some pretty rigid, black-and-white thinking around magic, that doesn't seem internally consistent. He's repeatedly reanimating magical constructs (golems), an explicitly controlled magical act, but is Very Very reluctant to submit to being charmed with WaterWalk; his spoken reasoning about this just doesn't hold water.

Oh and he's totally neglected his personal hygiene for basically ever. He's averse to cleaning up for the sake of being bespelled, but other than magic, seems fine with getting the salon treatment. This isn't a Toph Beifong 'protective layer of earth', he's just forgotten to care about not being covered with monster gore.

PDA? The fellow has one (1) social skill, namely, he exercises any discretion on opening his mouth to argue. But that holds him back exactly NONE when he decides he's done listening. The first time we see this is gathering Mandrakes, when he doesn't SAY he's done with Marcille's opinions, but he Does just go ahead and exercise his damn autonomy. a MUCH stronger example is when Chilchuck is guiding them through the trap rooms. Senshi gets roundly (and rightly!) chewed out by Chilchuck, and his response isn't the sensible 'sorry Chilchuck, maybe I could walk more directly behind you so I can more closely match your steps', but to BRAZENLY DANCE ALL OVER THE TRAP FLOOR! the only reason that doesn't kill the whole party is The Plot. It's not even that he doesn't appreciate Chilchuck's skill- he just don't like getting chastised! Same with Anne the Kelpie! Senshi's gonna do what Senshi's gonna do! He WILL not be rushed, he WILL not be chastised, he WILL not be directed! How do we think he came to be living in a dungeon all by himself in the first place!!

AND THE BREAD!

THIS IS NOT THE DEMAND OF A NEUROTYPICAL DWARF

Look there's more. After Chilchuck's impassioned and heartfelt plea, Senshi suggests they should return to the surface because they're 'low on seasoning'.

He's a dwarf who turned his adamantium shield into a cookpot.

He can meticulously maintain his mithril cooking knife but not his axe.

He responds well to other characters meeting him halfway but initiates few (no?) such bids himself. There's rarely any guile in Senshi, and when he is being shifty, he's Bad At It- and again, usually its in service of demand avoidance, like when he capitalises on Marcille's toilet break to reanimate his golems.

Senshi is the monomaniac that society has spent Decades trying to iron out of my wrinkly brain.

I hope to see him also find a place in the neurosparkly constellations.

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

*taps mic* so it's been a while hasn't it? i have a lot going on right now (i'm two semesters away from having a bachelors!!) but i recently started writing again, and i decided to retcon agent reyes. soooo, presenting the new agent reyes!

“Do you have a safe house anywhere in London? The CIA built all my aliases that I use in London, so I don’t have a house in the country that isn’t already being surveilled.” Carlos pulls his hat lower on his face, his back to the corner of the coffee shop. TK looks around, scanning the shop with his own eyes before settling on Carlos. 

“Not in London, no. Interpol presence for me is high here, and it was never worth the risk. I have places to hide out for a few hours at a time, like this place, but nowhere to stay long term.”

Carlos sighs, “I might know a place, but we’re really playing with fire by using it. Pa – My field partner, when needed, also keeps a house in London. I know where it is and how to get in, but there is no guarantee that he will not sell us out the moment we trip his safehouse cameras. We’re completely at his mercy – he maintains this outside the purview of the CIA.”

TK scoffs, a small, ugly thing, “Just gotta ask, to clear something up, what’s the name of your field partner?”

Carlos stays silent, not meeting TK’s eyes and taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee sitting in front of him.

“Right, that’s what I thought. This is really just a one-way street, isn’t it? You keep gleaning information from me, whether it’s about my life or about my kills or the people I work with, but you won’t even give me the name of the guy whose discretion our lives depend on. Great, Carlos, just great. Glad we cleared that shit up.”

Carlos sets his mug down harsher than he intended, coffee sloshing over the side of the mug and forming a ring around the mug. TK fixates on the ring, not looking at Carlos. “That’s because your shit is what got us into this mess in the first fucking place! I was supposed to be in and out, and then you said my stupid fucking words, and then got me fucking red noticed by aligning me with people that you got into bed with. So yeah, TK, you don’t know anything about my life. I have people to protect, and you are not going to fucking shame me for it.”

TK starts saying something, but Carlos is tuning him out, seeing three men enter the coffee shop and split, sitting at Carlos’s 10, 12, and 3. “Shut up, and laugh at something I said.”

“What?” TK looks at him.

“I’m saying something hilarious, so laugh and grab my hand.” Carlos says with a smile on his face, leaving his hand face up on the table.

TK complies, laughing and intertwining their fingers together, leaving a smile on his face. “Carlos, what the fuck is going on?”

“There’s three men, one at our 10, one at your six, and one at our three. Standard threat elimination for MI6, they’re really getting sloppy now.” Carlos leans in, nudging the top of TK’s hat with his own, as if he’s going to kiss him. “PDA makes people wildly uncomfortable, no one’s looking at us now. That group of eight is getting ready to leave, leave a ten bill on the table and grab your backpack.”

Carlos leans back, letting TK finish what Carlos told him to do. As TK stands up and swings his backpack over his shoulder, Carlos says one more thing. “Lean down and kiss me, grab my hand, and walk out with me behind that group.”

okay, so no pressure tagging @theghostofashton, @paperstorm, @liminalmemories21, @heartstringsduet,

@bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand and @carlos-in-glasses

[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: their favorite types of kisses

characters: reader x gojo, reader x geto

warnings: language (i have the mouth of a sailor sry)

AN: i am a geto apologist til the day i die argue w ya mama

also if u want another part w diff character lmk!!

SATORU GOJO

giving: a kiss to the top of YOUR eyelids

we all know that he has the most beautiful & powerful eyes of all time

but it’s your eyes that knock the breath out of him

no matter the color he thinks they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

in his mind your eyes overpower his any day

i mean your eyes are the only thing to ever have the ability to bring the strongest sorcerer to his knees

and besides your eyes are the first to ever see him

the real him

not gojo satoru, the honored one

or gojo satoru, the six eyes

you just see, him, satoru

the satoru that hogs the blankets at night

the satoru that lets a few tears slip during romance movies but you better not bring it up bc “no i just got something in my eyes!!”

the satoru that adopted two children at 16 and had no idea what he was doing but did a damn good job at it

the satoru that loves you because you see the things that other people wouldn’t be bothered to see

receiving: a kiss to the underside of his jaw

this is a tall ass man

so it’s unlikely (but ofc always possible) that you’re tall enough to plant a kiss on his cheek without him bending down for you to reach

big tall man make me go brrrrr

he will bend down for u ofc

after teasing u to death

but he thinks it’s much cuter to see you stand on ur tip toes to give him a kiss

plus he’s hot, he knows he’s hot

i can hear his annoying ass rn, “cmon babe you gotta be careful kissing me there! this jawline is sharp enough to cut steel”

like yea.. it is.. but shut the fuck up an lemme kiss u some more

i love him

SUGURU GETO

giving: a kiss on your forehead

I LOVE HIM HE WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE EVER I KNOW BECAUSE HE TOLD ME SO

ahem… anyways

sweetheart of sweethearts!!

he’s a lil more reserved when it comes to PDA but not to the point where he’s not gonna show you affection

he’s just not the typa person to have a full on make out sesh with you in the hallway if ykwim

but he will plant a kiss in the middle of your forehead after he walks you to your next class

oh y’all just finished a mission and you’re going back to your dorm to take a nap?

1. bold of you to assume he’s not coming with you and kissing you on the forehead before y’all fall asleep together all cuddled up

2. if he’s not taking a nap with you, he’s tucking you into bed and leaving a kiss on your forehead before he leaves your room

id marry him cause he’s never done anything wrong in his entire life

receiving: a kiss to the top of his knuckles

HE WOULD RECEIVE KISSES EVERYWHERE IF IT WERE FROM ME

again… ahem.. anyways

jujitsu sorcery in the wise words of nanami kento “SUCKS”

it sucks

and he uses his hands to fight and kill allegedly on the daily

his hands have been covered in blood

his hands have brought death upon people no they haven’t

so for you to kiss them?

geto takes it as a declaration of undeniable, unfaltering loyalty and love

which it is obviously

it means a lot to him

and sometimes when his doubts get to him and he thinks he’s unworthy of someone like you…

press a kiss to the top of his knuckles and those thoughts and insecurities disappear

[dragon-watcher03]

Halooo! Sorry if what I ask bothers you but can you make Havik (MK1) content? It doesn't have to be something gory or NSFW but I seriously love that character and I love how you write! Thanks in advance 🖤

I FUCKING LOVE HAVIK-

MK1 Havik x Reader

Headcanons and Intro dialogues

Note: I absolutely love Havik so this was a blast to make. The reader is an Empress in this situation. They work for Liu Kang are aware that he created this timeline. Enjoy <3

So, obviously, he is not your average lover. No, he is much more chaotic, and he would prefer a lover who can calm him down and enjoy the chaos with him. He'd also like a partner who's a little messed up too.

He would be kinda soft around you in private though, and he lets you call him Dairou. He turns from a bloodthirsty lion to a clingy kitten in the span of 5 seconds. He'll never let that side see the light of day unless he knows you both are alone, he has a reputation after all. That doesn't mean he doesn't like PDA, he just doesn't like being vulnerable around others he doesn't trust.

Since he has no lips, you either kiss his teeth, he gives you kitten licks all over your face, or he just shoves his tongue down your throat. And if you're wearing lipstick, leave kiss marks on his teeth and all over his face. He becomes putty in your hands and his pupils turn into hearts.

He loves seeing you covered in the blood of your enemies after battle, he wouldn't let you shower unless he ravages you while in that state. He thinks you look 100x hotter when you're covered in blood. He especially loves blood on your thighs so he can lick it up when he's about to go down on you.

He likes cuddling. Specifically with you on his lap and him wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly (but not too tight). He just loves feeling you against him, plus he's touched starved. Sometimes his cuteness aggression gets the best of him and he'll squeeze you tightly and bite your cheek/neck.

He also likes when you leave marks on him, so he'll never heal them so you'll forever be engraved into his skin. Hurt him as much as you like, he loves it. He would never hurt you, however, you don't have the same regeneration as he does. Most he'll do is hickeys, and so he leaves a lot of them. A lot.

Intro dialogues

Havik: I never thought I'd bend a knee to another being.

Y/n: That all went downhill last night, love.

Havik: You and Liu Kang seem to have a history...

Y/n: chuckles We're just friends, Dairou.

Havik: You are an Empress, yet you work for Liu Kang.

Y/n: He's the reason we even met in the first place, I gotta repay him somehow.

Y/n: You've been getting soft during our spars.

Havik: Only the Devil himself would leave even a scratch on such a precious angel.

Y/n: Those red lines on your back are pretty obvious, don't you think?

Havik: Any scar made by you stays on my body, no matter how visible.

Y/n: You would kill for me?

Havik: I would die for you, my angel.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 7- Loss

Summary: Easy Company is stuck in Bastogne and is succumbing to the cold harsh winter. Despite this, things are looking up! They are due to take the town of Foy and finally be done with the dreaded winter.  Easy returns to the front line in the forest just outside of Foy. You experience your first real loss due to a senseless accident. This sends you down spiraling into a dark place, and Joe is the only one that can pull you back. 

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚 This chapter continues from

1x6 Bastogne then transitions into 1x7 The Breaking Point

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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Adrennes Forest, Belgium 

January 2, 1945 

Easy company combed through the trees of the forest in the relentless cold near the target town of Foy.

Eventually, Easy encountered sporadic machine-gun fire causing a few casualties. After Hoobler’s kill shot of a German on horseback, he finally gets a Lugar and comes back to the guys to show it off to them.

LT Compton and Lipton are having a chat about where LT Dike has disappeared to while Malarkey and Shifty are digging a foxhole nearby.  

“-I haven’t seen him all day. I didn't see him coming through the woods, and I have to figure out how we ended up with-” 

Lipton respectfully interrupted Buck, “-Two wounded.”  

“Who?” Buck asked concerned stopping in his tracks. 

“Brown and Stevenson.”  

 “Goddam it-” Buck looked away rolling his eyes, “Where’s Dike!? Where the hell does he ever go?”  

“-I don’t know, but I wish he’d stay the hell there.”  You chime in approaching the first sergeant and LT. 

“Hey, Y/L/N.” Lipton greeted. 

“Would be nice if he took LT Shames with him, too-” Malarkey added. 

“-Shut up, guys.” Lip cautioned. 

“Shutting up, Sarge.” Malarkey acknowledged. 

You nod to Lip before addressing Buck, “Sir, Brown and Stevenson are stable. Me and Doc got them all patched up and ready for transport, they’re gonna be fine.” You report. 

Buck gave you an approving nod, obviously relieved. 

Suddenly a single gunshot sounded off too close for comfort and you all scrambled to the nearest half-dug foxhole with Malarkey, Shifty, Lip and Buck. 

“Patrol?” Malarkey asked. 

“No, we would’ve heard.” Lip replied. 

“One man...maybe a sniper.” Buck added. 

“That was no rifle.” Shifty confirmed. 

“What do you see, Shift?” Buck asked. 

“Nobody out there.” Shifty said. 

“Are you sure?” Buck questioned. 

“Uh-huh.” 

One of the guys came running up. “Ah Jesus, it’s Hoob! He’s shot!” He yelled out. 

“Sniper!?” Buck called back. 

“Nah, nah, he—he shot himself. MEDIC!”  

“Jesus Christ, I’m right here!” You shouted out over Lip’s shoulder as you leap out of the hole running. 

You get to Hoobler with Perconte kneeling over him. 

“It’s my fucking leg!” Hoobler cries out. 

“What happened!?” Lip asked. 

“What were you doing with a loaded gun in your pants!?” Buck asked Hoobler finding the Lugar next to him. 

“It just went off! I wasn’t touchin’ it or nothin’! I wasn’t touchin’ it, I swear!” Hoobler responded panicked. 

“Hoob, hold still dammit, I gotta cut the pants!” you bellowed at him as calmly as your voice allowed.  

You lift the fabric away from Hoobler’s skin where blood soaked through his right thigh and began feverishly slicing through his uniform. It was clear by the color and saturation of the blood that he hit the main artery. 

“It hurts like a son of a bitch!” Hoobler shrieked. 

“We gotta pack this to make it stop.” you think outloud more so to yourself.  

You pull off his belt in one fleeting motion and apply it above the wound as a tourniquet and start tightening it. Hoobler lets out a cry of pain and starts rocking side to side. 

“Goddam it, hold him down! I can’t get this tight enough to stop the bleeding if he’s moving around like that!” you tell the other five men present. 

You secure the belt, then dump your bag to get the sulfur and clean gauze to start packing the bullet wound. 

“Keep him warm!” you tell them as you dash the sulfur onto the thigh and start stuffing with the dressing. 

Doc rushed in sliding onto his knees next to you. 

“Let me see it.” Doc said pushing Malarkey aside, “Y/L/N, let me get in there so I can get the bullet out.” he said noticing you were becoming fatigued. 

Doc shifted over and started working Hoobler. Buck removed his coat and put it across Hoobler to keep him warm. 

The guys started talking to him to keep him from passing out. 

“How we doin’, Doc!?” Buck asked nervously. 

“I can’t see a thing. We gotta get him back to an aid station.” Doc stated. 

“Well let’s get ready to move him then!” you say with your voice shakier than you had intended. 

Doc still frantically working on the leg, the rest of the boys suddenly fell silent. 

“-Doc...Doc!” Buck barked. 

Eugene looked up to see Hoobler laying lifeless.

Lip and Doc stare in horror panting, trying to catch their breath. You stand over all of them with a blank stare, lost in your own thoughts over what had just occurred.  

“Dead...all because of his ‘treasured’ fucking Lugar...’” you thought to yourself. 

This revelation made you angry. Your emotions began to boil over as you voiced your recent thoughts outwardly. 

“All because of a precious Lugar!” you roared.  

The six men look at you startled. You met their shocked gazes with your eyes filled to the brim with tears. As they start to spill over, you continue. 

“Didn’t even need a fuckin’ Kraut to do it for him, did he!?” Your voice cracks as you ask them rhetorically, gesturing towards Hoobler. 

The men all look down at the expired soldier. 

You inhale loudly, tilting your head back and sniffling to try to keep the discharge from expelling from your nose. (Not very lady like). 

“Malarkey,” you say sharply in a motherly tone, side eyeing him.  

Don snaps his head up to look at you, jaw slightly slacked waiting for you to speak, “-if I fucking catch you risking your life looking for a Lugar after today, I will shoot you myself.” you stated harshly. 

Don nodded and looked back down as you turned on your heel and stormed off. 

~~~~~~~ 

Later, Lipton found you spaced out in a foxhole by yourself. He approached cautiously, recognizing the distant look on your face and not wanting to spook you. You sensed his presence and looked over at him with emptiness in your eyes. 

“Hey, Y/F/N.” he began. Your face remains as you looked straight ahead again. 

Lip sat on the edge of your foxhole, allowing his feet to dangle inside. 

“You ok?” His voice was gentle and worried. 

You only nod. 

“Listen, uh, when you’re ready, I need you to come with me to Captain Winters to explain what happened. Just, whenever you’re ready, k?” he waited, “You know where to find me.”  

It was only until he started to walk away you found whatever voice you had left. 

“Sarge, we can go now.” you call out as you slowly make your way out of the hole. 

As you stand before Winters and Nixon retelling the story, your voice begins to strain fighting back anger and choking down tears.  

“Hoob had so many layers on him we couldn’t tell how bad the bleeding was, sir.” you pause and look down at your boots, “He was already gone by the time we got him to the aid station. The bullet went through the artery.” you finished. 

“It wouldn’t have made a difference if you had known.” Nixon tried to assure. 

You look at him perplexed; your face twisted up with that same rage beginning to rise in your chest. 

“With all due respect, that’s where you’re wrong, sir.” you raise your voice, still trying to maintain your customs and courtesies towards him. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton shared wide eyed glances. 

“Y/F/N, maybe you should-” Lip began. 

“-No! This was avoidable. If Hoobler hadn’t had that Lugar, he’d be alive now!” you stated bitterly. The men were speechless as you continued 

“I hear the guys go around talking about what fucking trophies they’re going to bring home from this ‘Kraut’ or that ‘Jerry,’ and you know what, sir? It makes me sick to my stomach! Do you know Perconte hasover a dozen wrist watches from dead German soldiers he’s been collecting since Normandy!? At least!” you pause to look away, to shield the view of your tears. 

You release along sigh, “And now, because of a stupid German handgun that he considered a “trophy” is the reason that Hoobler is dead. No trophy or treasure is worth that.” you concluded shaking your head.  

You look back at the three men with your glossed over eyes, waiting for a tentative punishment for not asking for permission to speak freely before going off. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton exchanged concerned glances. 

“Y/F/N,” Winters approached you, “I’ve been noticing for awhile that the weight of the war has been anchoring you down. It gets to all of us at some point, so it’s fine to get it off your chest. As long as you keep pushing forward and lean on the guys for support.”  

“Just make sure when you lose it that it’s only with us. I don’t think Sink would put up with that.” Nixon joked. 

You scoffed flashing a weak smile at him. 

“You’re doing good work with us. Nobody has any complaints.” Winters added. 

You nod, “Thank you, sir, that means a lot coming from you.” you replied. 

“In the meantime, go find Liebgott and stay with him until you’re smiling again. That kid always has something to say that makes the guys laugh.” Nixon said with a wink. 

“Yes, sir.” you respond with a slight grin before leaving the three men under the tarp overhang. 

~~~~~~~ 

You didn’t go to Joe, though. You went back to your foxhole to be alone. As the sun was setting, the air became chillier, and you found yourself uncontrollably shivering. You started to regret not finding Joe to get some extra warmth from him in his foxhole.

And as if he heard you thinking about him, Joe appears crouching over your foxhole. He remained quiet for a minute to see if it was safe to join you, but you keep your face buried in your folded arms covered by your wool blanket. Joe thought he heard you either whimpering or crying, but as he leaned in closer, he discovered you were actually humming a song to yourself.  

“Hey.” Joe said softly. 

You look up at him with tired blood shot eyes, red nose and peeling chapped lips. You had been crying silently in that hole all afternoon and you knew Joe would know. You attempt a weak smile then rest your chin on your knees.  

Joe hopped in and plopped down next to you. He studied you for a few seconds then nudged you with his elbow. You side eye him without any additional response. 

“I just talked to Lip-” he began.  

You looked down. 

“-He asked me if you had come to see me. Had to tell him no. He told me what happened, and that Nixon told you to come see me.” he continued. 

You remained quiet, shifting from your chin to your cheek looking away from Joe.  

Liebgott moved closer to you putting his arm across your shoulders. His closeness made you tremble. You wanted to lean into his chest to get warm, but you stayed put. 

Joe tilted his head, “Why didn’t you come to me, Gams?” he asked, almost sounding offended. 

His fingers gently gliding back and forth on your shoulder, he anxiously waits for you to answer him.  

“I-I don’t know...” you muttered as you sniffled. 

Joe reached for your shoulders to turn you towards him. You rotate entirely around as his hands guided your face to his. You finally look at him with tears cascading down your cheeks. Sensing how distraught you still were, he pulled you into him, embracing you tightly as he leaned against the dirt wall. You curl into him resting your head right over his chest. 

“I gotchyu, doll-” he reassured then kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here.” 

Joe held you, allowing you to soak his coat with your tears while you silently bawled as you wrap your arms around his torso, holding him like a lifeline. He didn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, so he occasionally planted a kiss on the side or top of your head while kneading your back or arms to give you any sort of relief. 

This lasted for awhile until you were drained of tears to shed. You shifted upward to lay your head into the crook of Joe’s neck to be as close to him as possible. 

“So,” Joe started, “did you really tell Malark that you’d shoot him?” he asked. 

For the first time all day, you laughed. Your laughter is music to Joe’s ears as he embraces you tighter then kisses your forehead. 

“I sure did.” you respond, your voice raspy and strained since you hardly said a complete sentence for hours. 

“Pretty sure you scared him out of looking for that Lugar for his nephew.” Joe stated. 

“Good.” you responded. 

He rested his chin on top of your head. 

“What were you singin’ anyway?” he asked. 

You sighed, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral.”  

“Tu ra what?” Joe laughed trying to look at you. 

You giggle, “By Bing Crosby? From the movie ‘Going My Way?’ You don’t know it?”  

“Ah sure, I think I’ve heard it once or twice-” he responded while pulling you in closer, “-maybe you can refresh my memory?” he added. 

“I don’t know, Joe, my voice is shit right now from crying.”  

“Sing quietly then. Come on, for me?” he urged winking at you. 

You couldn’t resist the man. You obliged him with a gentle grin. 

🎶“Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral-” you began subtly, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-li...”���  

You softly serenade Joe the Irish lullaby until you drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed with you overnight in your foxhole. His steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing soothed your inner turmoil, allowing you the deepest sleep you’ve had in months. 

~~~~~~~ 

You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, looking up to see Joe knocked out still holding onto you as he was before you fell asleep on him. 

You move your head up and press your lips into his neck, gently placing a kiss right over the scar left behind from the wound at crossroads. He shuddered, then woke up alarmed, looking at you with hooded droopy eyes. 

“Heeeeey now, Gams-” he cautioned flashing a half-concerned expression. “Whaddya tryin’ to do?” he said through a yawn with a nervous laugh while rubbing his neck where you had kissed him. 

“What?” you respond partially entertained by his reaction. 

He looked at you skeptically, “Come on, you know whatchyu did.” he rebuked, taking an opportunity to stretch. 

You shrug at him with a coy smirk. He smiled at you cynically.  

“You keep doing that shit and we’re going to have to find something to cover this foxhole, so nobody sees what I’d like to do you.” he stated, his voice gravelly and low.  

You gasp as you back off him, “Joseph Liebgott!”  

He chuckled, “Just giving you a fair warning, sweetheart. Don’t think I won’t.” he replied with a wink. 

You felt a wave of heat rush over your entire body as you stared at him in shock by his honesty. 

You scoffed, “Noted. I’ll be more mindful where and when I put my kisses.”  

“Mm-hm...” Joe hummed side eyeing you suspiciously. 

You feel yourself blush as you bashfully smile back at him. He pulled you back onto him. 

“Go back to sleep you little tsrus (troublemaker).” he whispered in Yiddish, then kissed your forehead.  

~~~~~~~ 

[deardolli3]

your blog is so cool! could you maybe do some erwin romantic or dadwin headcanons? thank you! 💫

erwin smith relationship hcs

a/n: hi lovie!! im sooo late to this but ofc!! thank you for requesting and ill be more active, i promise, so please request 🩵

• erwin is literally perfect when it comes to having a poker face, like lady gaga wrote the song cause she saw this man😭 you can never tell what he’s feeling but he can read you like a book, just by the way you spoke to him, or the way your eyes shine a different way.

• hes good at reading emotions but bad at comforting you (sorry but!!) and you could be like crying and hes just like

”there there…” 😟😕🙁 while rubbing your back and sighing deeply.

• he strikes me as one of those always on vacation to tropical ass countries guy. like with those hawaiian print shirts unbuttoned and swim pants on, he is so ready to sit on a beach chair while you do god knows what.

• never the type to get drunk and be flirty but he does get tipsy and tries to find you immediately because he wants to talk to you and maybe even dance a little

• take him to family events, THIS MAN GETS DOWNN!! all your aunties and family members can be on him and hes just like “why thank you, yes yes i know. oh wow is that for me?” 😁 and yes he can work them hips

• he doesn’t talk around people alot but with you its a straight yappathon with whatever the hell is on his mind and the topic changes within like two sentences😭

• he tans so easily its INSANE. like okay white boy my culture is not ur costume!!😣

• always always always remembers details about you, “why are you hanging out with her tonight i thought WE hated her?” and you gotta give him the new lore cause he not so secretively loves gossip. like okay boy what else you lurking around for😢

• omg he is so fucking funny when hes not trying to be😭 like shit goes down and he says something stupid and everyone’s laughing while hes sighing deeply wondering why they never laugh when he’s trying to be funny.

• sleeps like a rock, like a literal rock next to you, and he won’t ever budge. but if he hears any sudden movement or you hug him he jolts up and looks you dead in the eye like he just got shot😣 fucking dramatic ass LMAOA.

• if you have any kids best believe they’re very well mannered. OMG he goes hunting or fishing or whatever with them and he looks so fine like phewww…

• ladies… this man is not kinky please😭😭 vanilla sex or just no freakiness at all unless you initiate it.

• dates will always be dinner dates, and always so well though out and planned well. he either takes you shopping with all them carrrds or feeds you pasta and lobster. OR he takes you to run errands with him or go fishing/hunting/to a shooting range.

• in terms of pda, he always has a hand around your waist, but the most he can do is kiss you on the forehead to say goodbye or wrap a arm around your shoulder as you walk. and YES, he knows the sidewalk rule so you best be on the right damn side away from the cars.

• this man can bbq but not cook… he was literally trained to be a father/husband😭 you guys definitely have those backyard/patio bbqs.

• never ever wants you to overwork yourself, HELL YOU DONT EVEN NEEDD A JOB WHILE YOURE WITH HIM!! he just needs you to sit at home and look pretty for him when he comes back at night.

• definitely a business man in the modern day world, i would say a sergeant but maybe he retired from that position.

• he would want around three kids!! but whatever you want of course. he loves his kids endlessly and will literally kill for them. they have to learn how to protect themselves, they have to learn how to haggle with people, they have to learn to not be taken advantage of or treated as stupid, and they will pull the “do you know who my father is?” card when someone threatens them😭

• if you ever watched the notebook!! he would literally renovate a whole house for you or build you one and grow old together <33 he would build it however you want it, with a balcony, with a marble kitchen, etc, anything his love wants.

• and yes, he loves unconditionally even if he doesn’t show it so much through words, he will do it through his actions. he’ll get you anything you need even if you don’t ask, from a cup of water to a fucking car. HE WOULD EVEN BUILDDD A CAR FOR YOU??

• he loves you so so so much, and he literally cannot lose you😣 he would die for you, kill for you. he would bathe you in stars and swirl you onto the moon if you wanted, anything that’s possible? he’ll do for you.

HE LOVES YOU!!

— aaaa i hope you liked this!! 🩵

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

could we see some romantic yandere Scott summers x reader. I have been obsessed with the x-men lately and I need more content

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒…

!!! Controlling behaviors, mentions of PDA, slightest bit of possessiveness, Scott doesn’t believe in boundaries, scary Scott, manipulation, delusions, mentions of murder.

Oooooooh, this one got me to think a little. I honestly haven’t written a purely romantic yandere in a while, so let’s see what we’re dealing with.

First off, forget about personal space. That doesn’t exist when you’ve capture the affection of a man like Scott. Expect there to always be an arm around your shoulders or waste, a hand on your back or thigh, and a shit ton of kisses. He’s not afraid of PDA, so be prepared to be absolutely disgusting to everyone around you. It’s more cuz he can’t fight the urge to touch you than to show that you’re his, but he’d be lying if that last part wasn’t a bonus.

If it was up to him, you’d be wearing his clothes 24/7. You just look so cute in his shirts and jackets, not to mention your scent being left behind on everything, too. He absolutely steals your dirty clothes just to smell them. Especially on the off chance you’re on a mission without him. It’s like he has withdrawal symptoms when you’re away, so expect him to practically attack you as soon as you’re back. Will kiss and cuddle for hours on end, don’t you dare test him.

Absolutely controls everything about your life. What you eat, what you wear, who you hang out with, what you can and can’t do... if it’s within his power, he’s taking over. He sometimes acts more like your parole officer than your lover, literally acting like you broke the law if you cross him. And honestly, in his book, you have; what he wants is basically the law. How can you do this to him, huh?!

Oh my god, please don’t keep secrets from him. Not only does he always find out, but he is absolutely terrifying when he’s pissed. You may find yourself fearing for your personal safety when you get into fights, with how he yells or roughly grabs you by the arm. Don’t worry, though. The last thing Scott wants to do is hurt you… unless if it’s absolutely necessary, but you’d have to really fuck up for it to come to that. Once he’s calmed down, he’s back to the docile cuddly Scott that’s way less scary. He also has this weird “it’s my fault that it’s your fault mentality,” which basically means that every argument is your fault, but he blames himself for not properly conditioning you to follow his every command, so part of it is still his fault, too.

A big part of Scott’s delusions surrounding you is that you’re the picture perfect couple. He’s always wanted to live the picket fence life and is a big lover boy at heart, which is why he likes to do romantic gestures like buying you flowers, picnic dates, candlelit dinners, murder, leaving little notes around the mansion for you to find… wait a minute. One of those is not like the others. Oh, yeah! Scott would totally kill for you if needed. It runs counter to the morals of the X-Men, sure, and in any normal circumstance, killing is a no-go. But he prioritizes you over anything and everything else, so if there’s even an inkling of a threat to your safety, he’s going in with fists clenched and visor blazing.

Two of the biggest advantages of having yandere Scott as your lover is that he’ll do whatever you want (as long as it fits within the parameters of his rules) and you’ll forever have scary dog privileges. While you might not have a lot of personal freedom, there are some loopholes to getting your way. You just gotta shower him in your affection and talk sweetly enough. Compromises will probably have to be made, but it’s better than nothing.

[chiquititaosita]

Maki Zenin x Latina fem reader 🫶🏼🌶️👹

¡! ❞ synopsis: maki x latina reader varying headcanons, with slight mentions of nsfw descriptions, and suggestive writing

osita note: yall im making more soon asap, writing is back in the groove more gay shit coming soon! hope y’all love it @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife @yourrfavzxri @chrollohearttags @chocolatetheoristcloud @sanjis-all-blue @euphofic @roronoaswifey @cookiepie111 @sierae @hqkalon

maki being the girlfriend to write you notes on a sticky note in places you’ll be looking for stuff. “have a good day at work! fuck that bitch (coworkers name).”

Maki who spoils you by buying you food, and even cooking sometimes. She comes to terms with accepting the use of vicks vaporub and newspaper cones.

Maki Zenin being the girlfriend that literally checks you out unintentionally, and her sister calls her out.

“You’re checking her out aren’t you?”

“So she’s not your type.” “but that’s my girlfriend.”

“Hey she’s mine back off!” she gets jealous so fucking easily, and is kinda tóxica but we stan it.

You yelling at Maki and slapping her hand with a wooden spoon with a small hit. Then itadori with a PAM! because they attempted to eat your cooking that’s still raw and needs to be cooked thoroughly.

“Wash y’all’s damn hands!!” You’ll be yelling that in Spanish and putting your hands on your hips.

I mean if you you yell at Maki or anyone in español She’s gonna get her pushy wet, call it Niagara Falls up in this bitch.

“AYO THOSE ARE MY TITTIES!!” she’s gonna cover you up if you have a nip slip or a fashion mishap. Or get nobara to help you. She don’t mess with taken women, nobara goes after married men PURR

here y/n is just being fussy; and crying if she gets hurt, “who did this to you!?…” at first in her head she’ll be like oh shit.

“What happened…?” bitch will fight the whole jujitsu society and even risk her life as a sorcerer for you. BECAUSE SHE LOVES YOU SO DEARLY INTO HER HEART.

ms girl loves your cooking and your body with stretch marks and freckles. “And I thought you were my breakfast.”

FaceTimes you when you’re on break, ALWAYS COMES HOME TO YOUR COOKING AND CLEANING. Because she’s never been taken care off because her dads a bitch. she starts showing affection to you slowly.

“i know you’re homesick, so i brought you pan dulce from the panadería.”

“you want me to help you with anything?” she really doesn’t know how to ask you for help, but instead she takes over the whole task on doing it.

“you need to be careful, okay?” overprotective 11/10

cuddles are necessary with her always

she’s always gotta be touching you on your thighs your ass or your titties, even the small of your back

“My girlfriends coming! And she’s gonna kick your ass!” The minute she feels somethings not right! 🏎️ nyooom!! She’s gonna use her cursed objects to find you AND KILL THEM MFS

Maki to the rescue. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s gonna kill these bitches with no mercy. Maki has already lost her mother and she can’t risk the chances of losing you.

She calls you mama, princess, baby, y/n love, love, love bug, sunshine.

Actually is learning Spanish for you. Even though it’s easy to understand by how you’re yelling at someone she’s just encouraging you with her hands up having a smirk on her face. “that’s my girl.”

especially for her voice being low and sounding like honey, when she calls you baby. she’s obsessed at how y’all dance together. Mai approves of you 9/10! only because maki didn’t tell her about you sooner.

if your cousins ask maki why her hair looks like mocos, she’ll just just not care. and whisper something super sinister in your cousins ears that’ll leave them terrified, and go back to eating.

kisses with maki are sweet and slow, even passionate at times, of course when it comes to pda she’ll show you off, but when y’all are alone and in private she’s mostly affectionate, and at her most vulnerable state

when you teach her how to flip a tortilla she instantly burns her finger, because the comal was hot. “fuck!” that leaves you to helping her with it. but you or maki wouldn’t change a thing

[cbsxreader]

Christian with a pregnant S/o

Cw: (minor mention of sex, smoking and swearing at the very end)

I think we all know Christian isn't a big fan of kids, let alone raising them, but let's just imagine someone, somehow convinced him. (I'm running out of ideas, okay?-)

During the first few months, he just doesn't go out killing as often as usual, just to keep an eye on his partner and their well-being. He can be found more often cuddling his S/o than rampaging.

"Aren't you going out to kill tonight?" His S/o raised a brow, looking at him while leaned against him.

Christian casually replied while soothing their waist "Nah. Gotta keep you company."

(Very deep down he is anxious that someone suddenly might be out to get him and if they were to get to his partner and unborn child then he knows he would really lose it, but he'd never admit it)

During the last months, when his S/o's belly bump is already big, he almost doesn't let them leave the house. He offers to do the shopping and to do some chores to not make his partner be under any threat.

"Christian, I'm pregnant, not helpless. I can get some bread myself." His S/o reasons.

"No, no, no, no, no, I can get it." Christian stays stubborn, blocking off the door to them "I'll be back in a hunch."

Considering his genes, his unborn child kicks his S/o the most it can. When his partner shows discomfort from it, he soothes their belly while chuckling about what a feisty firecracker they're going to have to raise.

Christian doesn't mind making the bed into a nest if his S/o wants to be comfortable no matter the position.

Speaking of positions, he's a tad disappointed his S/o can't lay on their side to cuddle or lay on top of him, but that doesn't stop him from having a protective arm around his love while they sleep.

On occasion, they have naps together just for Christian to add to his protectiveness. He likes being close to them and imagining their child running around the house giggling and taking after it's father in energy.

He makes sure people in public know he's with his love with either words or physical touch such as holding their hand. The bigger his S/o's belly is, the more PDA is exchanged.

Even if other freaks tease him of being a future dad, he just shrugs it off with a smile.

He smokes whenever he is away from his S/o and not near or in the home.

Just make sure you plan out how Christian will last 9 months without sex first. Shit, make some tapes or something, otherwise you'll end up with a very pent up Aussie.

Sorry for dying for a bit again, august depression, y'know?

Pt.2 (where his S/o births the baby)

[nuttytani]

When your boss and his "friend" are too lovey dovey

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Tartaglia | Childe x Zhongli

Premise: In which, Ekaterina makes the mistake of posting about her boss and his "friend", and the entire Liyue goes crazy

A/N: This is a social media au fic cross posted from my ao3! which you can read here

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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa  

My boss and his “friend” better hook up, or I’ll seriously kill someone. How is it possible to not notice the heart eyes your “friend” looks at you with, for like every time you talk??!?? 2 years. It’s been 2 years since both Master Childe and Mr. Zhongli have been dancing around each other. 2 YEARS!!!!

And just now… You literally won’t believe the level of PDA I had to witness. Mr. Zhongli lent his coat to Master Childe  because his official uniform is too “risque” and “insufficient” for Liyue’s winter.

It’s not even 9 am yet… I need coffee for this shit.

| Vlad . @ vladaddy

Replying to @ katyaaa

You’re not the only one. Sweet Tsaritsa, have mercy on us.

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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa

Update: He finally went out to have lunch with his “friend”. Thank archons. 

| Nadia . @ spynadia

Replying to @ katyaaa

You gotta admit, they’re pretty much couple goals, even without the dating. 

| Xiangling . @ cheflingling 

Replying to @ spynadia and @ katyaaa 

[Insert blurry image of two people, one with ginger hair and another with dark brown. The brunette looks like he’s feeding the ginger haired man. They’re both basically glue to each other’s side]

Awwe, look at them!! How cute! 

| Felix . @ felixis 

Replying to @ cheflingling 

Definitely did NOT need that image on my home feed and it definitely does NOT make me feel sour ass single pringle. 

| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa  

Replying to @ cheflingling 

What happened to something called privacy ? 

| Yunjin . @ operagrandis 

Replying to @ katyaaa  

Privacy went out the window the moment you decided to post about your “boss” crushing on his “friend” and vice versa

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Signora . @ thefairestlady 

Hey. @ katyaaa , dig up some more pics and info on the two idiots in love. Tsaritsa’s orders 

| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa         

Replying to @ thefairestlady 

What ? 

| Pantalone . @ theregrator

Replying to @ katyaaa and @ thefairestlady 

Don’t bother asking why, it’s strictly confidential. Oh and also, make it quick :)

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Ekaterina stares at her phone in horror as the notifications from her socials go blasting off every- freaking- second. Not to mention, the weird, suspicious and vague “mission” about digging more information on her boss and his “friend” 

Ugh. Why is she the one who has to suffer? 

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First thing Ekaterina does is to mute her socials. The constant pinging of the notifications started to annoy her and it might overheat her phone too. 

“-terina” 

She shouldn’t have posted about her boss. Worst decision she ever made in her entire life- well… not exactly the worst but definitely ranks up high somewhere in the regrets list. 

“Ekaterina?”

But to be fair, it was getting on her nerves recently, since Mr. Zhongli got very bold with his affection towards Master Childe recently, and well… her boss being the oblivious and dense person he is, hasn’t even noticed the advances, and instead he just shoots his “friend” an extremely blushy smil-

Woah —

Something- no - a pair of hands grab Ekaterina’s shoulders and shake the living soul out of her body. “Oww.”

“Katya! Come on! I’ve been calling your name so many times now. Where is your mind at?” Nadia, one of her colleagues and friend, stares at her with concern.

“Sorry,” Ekaterina replies, pushing her hair back. “Was thinking…”

“Is it the new mission?”

“Yeah.” 

She shoots Ekaterina a pitiful look before handing her a cup of coffee. “Better start the hustle then. Call me or the others if you need help. And boy, we have a lot of work cut out for us.” Nadia ushers her away to her office, “Go, go, time is mora. Don’t waste it.”

With that, the door to her office closes. Ekaterina places her coffee on the table and pulls out her chair, before remembering to check her phone. 

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Notifications 

Signora . @thefairestlady 

3 messages 

Pantalone . @theregrator 

1 message

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Back to regretting my life choices, I guess. 

It took about a week to stalk gather intel on Master Childe and Mr. Zhongli’s time together. Stacks of brown envelopes and manila folders, labelled as “CONFIDENTIAL : FATUI ONLY” covered the entire top of Ekaterina’s dining table (scouring over reports about a harbinger’s rendezvous with a funeral consultant during working hours would have been too much on the nose)

The mission became a joint effort between her and other agents working at the Northland Bank. It was found out on their first day, that it wasn’t an easy task observing their extremely lovey dovey targets… The PDA displayed by them was too much (it was lethal to the agents’ health to watch them longer than an hour).

As the mission is classified to be confidential, and specially ordered by her majesty, Ekaterina and the agents couldn’t take any risks to get information leaked about whatever the heck they were doing. So, everyone opted for hard copy reports which could be destroyed once it fulfilled its use.

But no one expected it to be a massive headache as Ekaterina and her colleagues went through each one of them.

“When will this end?! There’s too many,” Felix breaks the silence with a groan, then slams his head down on the table.

“I feel like I’ve already read the same report a million times now, just worded differently.” Vlad rubs his eyes with a heavy sigh. “Every single day, they eat lunch together at Chef Mao’s, go to Yun Jin’s plays, or sometimes to Third-Round Knockout and finally crash at either one’s home for dinner, did I get that right?”

“You’re correct, except for one thing. Everything and everything is paid by Lord Tartaglia,” Felix responded, seemingly recovered from his exhaustion. 

Everyone hums in union. 

To be fair though, the mora used by Master Childe on his outings weren’t really his, but Lord Pantalone’s. Hell, even Ekaterina would exploit 9th Harbringer’s mora (if she had a higher standing in the fatui, of course)

“Lets not forget these.” With the most deadpan expression, Vlad tosses pictures of the “dates” their boss and his “friend” had, but many many cropped pictures of Master Childe’s chest framed perfectly by his leather harness, stood out from the stack.

“Who took these?” and “Why?” was left unsaid amongst them all. 

Nadia choked suspiciously on air just then. Nervously shifting her eyes around. 

Thinking to save her friend from embarrassment, Ekaterina tries to change the subject. “Ahem, anyway, since all the reports are basically the same, let’s just summarise it.” 

“Umm something along the lines of … Master Childe is a sugar daddy for Mr. Zhongli and they act like a married couple?” Felix says while rubbing his chin in deep thought. 

“Let's… At least try to rephrase our wording, not so straightforward.” Vlad smiles, or at least tries to. 

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Childe . @ tartaglia

Why did I receive an emergency summon from her majesty? 

| Signora . @ thefairestlady

Replying to @ tartaglia 

Idk, you probably did something. Again. 

| Pantalone . @ theregrator

Replying to @ tartaglia and @ thefairestlady

Only one way to find out. 

| Lumine . @ thebettertraveller

Replying to @ tartaglia 

GL, I hope you don’t get your ass kicked. 

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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa

Phew! Mission successfully completed and with a generous reward too! I’m glad all that stalking of Master Childe paid off. 

| Childe . @ tartaglia

Replying to @ katyaaa

You were spying on me? Don’t tell me this is the reason why I’ve been summoned… 

| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa 

Replying to @ tartaglia 

Spying ? hahaha what spying ? I don’t know what you’re talking about :DDD

| Felix . @ felixis 

Replying to @ katyaaa 

You’re so fired. Stupid ass. 

[ insert facepalm GIF ]

| Childe . @ tartaglia 

Replying to @ felixis and @ katyaaa 

Oh don’t worry, you’re both in trouble, and so is Nadia and Vlad ;)

| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa 

Replying to @ tartaglia 

Please have mercy, my lord! 

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Meanwhile, in the privacy of Zhongli’s home, an elegantly written note addressed not to Zhongli, but Morax, materialises right in front of him.

 “You shameless old dragon, get your broke ass to Snezhnaya now! We need to talk” 

Never in his life did Childe feel as nervous and scared until today. He was shaking in his boots as he looked back and forth between her majesty and Mr. Zhongli (alternatively Rex Lapis, as he just found out… but that can be discussed later). He didn’t think that he’d get summoned by The Tsaritsa nor did he expect Mr. Zhongli, who was supposed to be in Liyue doing his job, to be invited to her majesty’s garden for tea.

Tea? Nope this isn’t tea, this is basically an interrogation session! 

“Now, let me get this straight. You gave the boy a pair of marriage chopsticks and he accepted it?” Tsaritsa raised her teacup to her scowling lips slowly.

Hold on, wait a minute… Marriage chopsticks? 

“That is correct–”

“And you thought that my youngest, born and raised in Snezhnaya would understand the meaning behind this act? You didn’t think this through did you, Morax? How embarrassing, I suppose Barbatos is still right, you ARE a stone blockhead.”

Mr. Zhongli coughed discreetly to disguise his embarrassment, before taking a sip from his cup, “Now please, Tsaritsa, there’s no need to chastise me for it.” 

“I must, with how you shamelessly court my youngest Harbinger without my knowledge.” Tsaritsa’s eyes narrow down at Zhongli, like a mother ready to scold.

Childe watches the entire exchange in shock– courting ? Mr. Zhongli and courting ? Just what in Celestia is happening ? He must have looked like a dumbfounded monkey, staring at them, until her majesty’s words interrupt his inner turmoil.

“Well,” she says curtly “Has the wedding date been set? If not, I shall take care of it.”

Sputtering and hacking on his tea, Childe replied, “W-What!??”

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Bonus scene 

“Lord Tartaglia! Congratulations, we heard you’re getting married–”

“My my! What good news! I can feel the tears of joy in my eyes already”

“How shocking… It feels as if just yesterday you were but a little boy running around the palace”

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S04E12 - No Man Is An Island - Part A

This episode... This episode. It's too much and not enough at the same time.

Black letters in quotes: Actual show quotes.

Green letters in quotes: What I come up with my twisted brain.

me before the episode: Ah, boring filler cute sheep episode.

me after the episode:

No, I didn't google where that is. Also, I haven't forgotten where that is since then.

There's like ten people on the island and there's still crime.

"It's been two episodes since you gave me treats."

What are you doing here? Come back when you grow a stubble.

Translation: I don't want you here.

*subtly not looking*

And the camera very subtly pans to show us that he's trying to be affectionate and Sarah doesn't want that. Now, given the fact that next season Sarah is the one who doesn't want people to find out about her relationship with Charlie and even after that there's no PDA, we can assume that it's just that. Or that she's conflicted. In any case, Michael seems to want to move faster than what Sarah is comfortable with, because she's reluctant to even go on this getaway with him.

But he also should have been more considerate, and I'm not saying this because I don't like him (like, it's a mild annoyance at this point that he existed at all, and he's not bad to look at). Like, you see her coworkers, you see that they're all men, and yes they're these men, but it doesn't matter, you don't know them. Why would you want to cause trouble in her work?

And I'm also coming back to something that was said in S6 by Charlie, that sometimes female officers think that their male partners won't take care of them if they feel rejected or something along these lines. Given that Sarah was in the field a lot in S4, I wonder if she ever thought of it? Also, I don't know where Charlie came up with that because men don't really think like that on their own. There is no prompting for them to do so.

I wonder if this is like an inside joke.

I actually love the music on this one.

Speak for yourself, Charlie. Rex needs his favorite tv shows.

I would have gone BROKE if I had this dog. How do you say no to him?

Damn cell service.

Poor Charlie is trying to be cool about Sarah's new boyfriend but he's also going to try to kiss her in a few seconds. Also, dear subtitles, that was a question. Like, I can't hear it any other way when he says it like that.

There's also no manual for police work the way y'all are doing it.

"You gotta live on the edge, Doctor." Are you trying to kill her?

I'm used to the unnecessary touching by now. Okay, slightly unnecessary. She was still trying to steady herself.

As Leslie Knope very eloquently once said in a similar situation: "Uh-oh."

"My ship! My ship is reaching Canon Bay!"

I only took a few screenshots. You can see that Charlie is scared in the first one, then he's getting a bit bolder since Sarah is not pulling away, then the camera pans to Sarah who's totally enjoying his touch at first, then she's probably thinking like a million thoughts, like, I have a boyfriend, he's my friend and coworker, etc.

me: No fuck no, not like this! me after the interruption: Oh, thank fuck.

They should hang this at the Louvre.

"Next time fucking go for it! Why were you just standing there?"

me when I watched it the first time: There's no way we'll ever talk about this again.

Rex is considering a career change.

Charlie, you're staring again, buddy.

He's hopeless.

How does Nigel's accent sound like the most fake English accent I've ever heard and yet the guy is from Leicestershire?

I mean, this is ridiculous. First of all, you don't know Joe. Second, St. John's Major Crimes division hardly constitutes as an ivory tower.

To be continued in Part B.

[ourangelicretribution]

hi :3 🫰5, 💌2 and 7, 🏡5, 🌹2, aaaand ⛓️‍💥7! for ramattra >:3

that's quite a few and idk how much info u have for this ship yet so u can skip any of these but im so 👀 at you

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG...He's so new I didn't have lore...so I took time to make some >:3

What are some things you associate with your f/o? Certain objects, sounds, smells etc.? Are there specific symbolism behind them?

This was a tough thinker! A lot of the things I associate with him are things he would consider from his "past", before Null Sector. Though I think I consider the "symbolism" of meditation with him strongly! Even though he's "evil" he still looks to Aurora and to himself for guidance and reflecting and meditating are something I heavily associate with him, like something he does instead of sleeping.

How did you and your f/o come to know each other prior to your relationship? Was it an extended slowburn or a near-immediate whirlwind affair?

Extreme extended slowburn...so slowburn that it would piss off all readers. Imagine meeting a human-- a thing you really fucking hate so you're 100% ready to kill but you find out said human is real chill and helps omnics in repairs and modifications so now you're like...well I can't kill you but if I ever see you again I'm kicking your ass

And then after saying that you keep seeing that human (and not kicking their ass) and they keep popping up in the most random of ways and are generally neutral and/or friendly to you. Imagine getting annoyed into falling in love. Thats exactly how it went

How did the usual exciting "firsts" occur between you and your f/o? First date? First kiss? First time being intimate with each other, if this applies?

Those haven't happened...yet! They will, but to love a human is to love someone who belongs to a group who have done nothing but hurt his people and shake his core. There are moments of gentleness, brushing of hands or "nose bump" kisses but he's gotta work himself into an entire different understanding...he needs time I'm happy to give!

How do you both like to relax after a long day? Are either of you still bogged down with at-home errands or responsibilities that you have to be pulled away from, just to enjoy some downtime together?

Rarely is time spent together but when it is, it's casual and calming. Usually it involves deep discussion but in a way that is relaxing...if he ever opens up it would be fun to show him cooking...I think he'd find it a bit meditative.

Are either of you partial to grand gestures of affection (gifts, PDA, love letters etc.), or is it preferred that you both keep things more low-key?

PDA IS ABSOLUTELY BANNED!! /silly

The answer to this question is technically answered above so I won't repeat myself...but personally I'd like it to be low key, more intimate and personal!

How are you and your f/o ultimately able to rise above the problems happening within or around your relationship, if at all? Is there a good ending in store for you both, or are you doomed by the narrative?

I fear we may be doomed by the narrative, but there is hope... The hope being a middle ground of coexistence but i fear it may be forbidden love forever.

[lcb2-radiohead]

We followed Victor to the outskirts of town. Looming ahead of us on top of a hill was a manor house with a high fence surrounding it. Guards in brightly colored outfits stood outside, leveling halberds at us.

"Halt! This is the Frankenstein estate. State your-"

Victor cut them off, "I am Victor von Frankenstein, rightful Baron and owner of this estate. And you are no House Guards. The last House Guard and hereditary Knight of Frankenstein was Karina Moritz, and she resigned to work security for K-corp years ago."

The guards exchanged glances at each other. One of them held a hand up to her ear.

"Right... yeah, it's him. Okay," she nodded. "Okay, Baron Adam von Frankenstein says you may pass."

Victor twitched at the name, and walked past the guards.

"You have hereditary knights?" Scheherazade said.

"Had. Most of them had moved on. My family was not as wealthy as it once was."

"Still pretty loaded!" Raphael said, "Gotta have some real hustle for that kind of scratch!"

"No amount of hustle can beat the passage of time," Maro said. "Generation wealth will eventually be lost."

We reached the door, and a butler let us in. Like most butlers in the City, it was clear she had combat experience and was willing to use it.

<"Victor, are you sure this is a good idea? There are a lot of very dangerous-looking people around here.">

"I pursued a monster to the ends of the earth and I'm not going to back down now."

The butler led us into a well appointed lounge, with plenty of plush chairs for us to sit in.

I took the moment to think about what I'd learned.

Many people here blame Victor for a series of murders

Victor was exonerated for all of them.

The crimes were infamous enough that, despite this, he's become a figure of legend and, more importantly, marketing.

He confessed to the crimes when asked directly.

There is someone here pretending to be his son despite the implausibility of that

Nonetheless, he is able to prove it to a reasonable enough degree to convince a Wing to grand him the estate.

Victor went on an expedition to the far north.

He also mentioned "chasing a monster to the ends of the earth."

The note from "E," which said Victor, "Only killed one."

His condition, the "Curse of Frankenstein" or "Dragon's Blood," which can also increase compatibility with organic prosthetics.

The fact Victor clearly knows who Adam is, even if he denies that Adam is his son.

I think I figured it out. It all fit together. It also explained why so many people were trying to kill us since we got here.

When the butler returned, she said, "The Baron will see one of you now."

Victor stood up, "I want to..."

"Not you," she said. "He explicitly stated that he refused to speak to you."

<"I will go,"> I said.

"Monsieur manager, do you not require an interpreter? Not to mention that if you fall to harm..."

I typed into my PDA, and it said, "I'll be fine."

<"Don't worry,"> I said. <"I'll scream if I am in danger.">

The others didn't like the idea of being separated from me. Especially Mela, who ran over and hugged my leg.

That made me feel extremely awkward. I just patted her on the head and she let go.

I left my protection behind to confront Adam.

[five--losers]

On Malix

[An archived exploration of Malix and his kind.]

I have a lot of thoughts about this guy, and how he is portrayed in the story.

By all accounts it looks like ML just needed an antagonist, so she threw one together without much creative investment beyond what we see. He’s “Bad For The Sake Of Being Bad.” In canon we are told he has no motive beyond stirring up shit because Satan made him do it.

Yeah, sorry. I ain’t buying that shit. Real people don’t stir up shit for the hell of it. They may say they do, but they lie; there’s always a deeper motive. Minions and peons may do shit mindlessly but not your Main Antagonist. Without motive there’s nothing substantial driving his actions beyond Plot Advancement and that’s cheap, lazy writing.

Malix has the potential to be a damn fine villain though, and you barely need to alter the first game’s story to make it so! It’s all right there!

Here’s what I mean.

Malix is described to Mika, and by extension to the player, as a Devil.

Reading straight from the game text here. The Boys tell us that what differentiates a Devil from a demon is that while all demons come from the Abyssal Plains, Devils come from Hell. Devils like to kill, torture, and in general stir shit up for the hell of it, but they also… take orders. Their power is directly tethered to their connection to Hell, and it’s implied that this means Devils have no free will.

Couple things here.

1) If Malix and all his Devil squad have no free will, no choice in what they’re doing, then can they really be held accountable for their actions in the human world? Assuming what we’re told is true and Malix has no choice, then he is not so much a villain as a victim of circumstance. But I’ll set this scenario aside for now.

2) The implication is that Devils as a species are inferior to the Boys, and inferior to demons in general. Inherently evil, being cruel for fun, no mind of their own. But when I see Malix - even in all his stereotypical Rambunctious Archetype glory - I see characteristics and dimensions to his personality.

In the abandoned warehouse he throws Eris some heavy PDA. When his squad laughs at him he gets overly defensive and straight up shoots one of them dead on impulse. Eris gives him twice the sass and he gets, mildly annoyed at most. Eris, on the other hand, is the level-headed balance to his impulse, thinking about the squad’s chances and knowing when to tell Malix to chill tf out.

It may not seem like much, but those are characteristics. Those are personality traits. Malix and Eris are not a puppets in this, they aren’t being mind-controlled. If there’s blackmail involved, ML didn’t make much of an effort to include that, which is a shame because I would’ve liked to see that come into play.

So to summarize: Malix and Eris are not creatures, they’re people. As much people as Mika and as the Incubi. Intelligence-wise, everyone’s on the same level here.

Begs the question then; why did the Incubi tell us otherwise?

From a consumer perspective the answer is pretty cut-and-dry. ML didn’t think too hard about building on that part of the story (and if she did then consider me fooled) and needed an Excuse Villain.

But let’s pretend for a sec that showing Malix and Eris as individuals and also having the Boys say otherwise, was intentional. Why would the Boys do that?

There are a few possibilities, all dependent on what the Actual Truth is about Devils. I say this because you gotta keep in mind that the Boys are also people here, which means they’re biased. The facts they share may not be accurate, or may be completely opinion.

Still with me? Aight. So, here’s what I’m thinking.

Let’s say, first of all, that Malix isn’t just stirring up trouble. Let’s say he’s a bounty hunter sent by the Demon Lord to collect the four runaway Princes and renegade Mind-reader. Boom, now the villains have a legitimate and plot-relevant motive.

The Boys don’t want to go home. They busted their asses getting to the human world and covering their identities, they’re not about to lose it all because of some Devil with an ego a mile wide. (Princes are proud after all, and pride rears when met with more pride) They may at first think that they could outrun this bounty hunter, but he kicks all their asses. Five trained demons lose to one Devil in the woods, left to scurry off bleeding and limping. Strike one to their pride. After the attack post-party, it’s apparent to them all now that Malix and his gang mean serious business and aren’t afraid to make a scene. They’re dangerous. The odds of intimidating these Devils and sending them back to AP is slim. I believe that all five of them are prepared to kill Malix and his gang if necessary.

Ah, but it isn’t that simple. There’s a new factor in this equation: Mika. A human, a young adult, still scared of the Boys but willing to stick up for them when challenged. She wants to help them, but she’s a kind person. Smart. Compassionate. She also isn’t trained for war like the Princes were. She isn’t likely going to be okay with killing someone, or allowing someone to get killed.

So what do they do when she asks who attacked? They say ‘Not who, what. We were attacked by something not like us. Something cold and vicious. Something that wants nothing more than to see us suffer.’

Pretty sure-fire way to get anyone on your side.

The Boys are royalty. Twisting the facts to get what they want was something taught to them by their father, and the skill was particularly emphasized to James as Crown Prince. Tell people what they want to hear, and they’ll do what you need them to do. In their minds, they’re doing what they must to survive.

Morally fucked up? No doubt about it. Okay? No. Justified? Fuck no. But we can’t sit here and honestly say that all five of them are perfect in every way; no one is. And when you consider the lives they led before coming to the human world, frankly, it’s a miracle they came out as kind as they did.

Now, lets add some more HC into the mix here: What if Malix and Eris aren’t a different species at all, but simply a different race of demon? There are all kinds of demons after all, whose to say Devilish Demons aren’t a thing?

Because that brings up even more interesting prospects when you look back at how the Boys talked about him.

Cruel, chaotic, unfeeling, inferior.

Describing a demon who is, for all intents and purposes, no different from them in any way beyond race.

Don’t think I need to connect those dots for you.

Now I can guess your thoughts, because they were mine too. I don’t want my Boys to be demon racist either. My heart doesn’t want that. My heart wants them to be moral and good and kind. But, I’m a writer, and people, in general, surprise us with their shittiness.

That being said.

I would be down to see that issue addressed if or when Mika ever learned about the fact that the Boys essentially lied to her so that she’d be more comfortable with the idea of killing Malix/allowing them to kill Malix.