#with and without the background cause I like both versions

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Ten <3

[ilostthewar]

This is an extension of Omega!Reader and Omega!Johnny going through their pre-heats. They live in a house, don’t ask why. Packs get housing or something, idk. ROLL THE CLIP.

John was an old war dog, he knew that. He’d given this much of his life to the fight, and he couldn’t imagine a future where that changed. All of that said, if he ever did leave the service, he hoped it looked something like this moment.

John sat in that plush armchair of his, a gift from his pack when they first moved in. He had an IPad on his lap, the text was bigger which meant he didn’t need to wear his glasses. And Gaz was in the kitchen, his chosen playlist for the evening diffusing through the air. His voice singing out lines between the sounds of scraping pots. Kyle was the best of them at actually having a diet that consisted of more than cigarettes, alcohol, and whatever version of caffeine they could get. And with two Omegas on the verge of their heats, it was needed. Kyle, ever the planner, had taken it upon himself to ensure that the omegas were getting their fill of healthy meals. Johnny would snap up just about anything. It was the other omega that caused issue.

Their newest packmate had become increasingly picky over the past few days, ignoring foods that didn’t pique their interest, often going without if what they wanted wasn’t available. It drove Kyle crazy, the beta unable to focus when he knew one of his own wasn’t being taken care of. So he had taken over ensuring there were always options. It was good for him, gave him something that wasn’t work to focus on, and Kyle always puffed himself up when his omega eagerly ate whatever he put in front of them.

The narration of the TV drew John’s attention away from the archway that led to the kitchen. Instead, landing on the form curled up on the couch. You had stumbled down here not too long ago, flicked the TV to some documentary before coiling up like a spoiled pet in the corner of the loveseat, cocooned in the thick blankets that had been left there. You had mumbled all of three words before allowing yourself to doze off, comfortable and drowsy in the early evening. He had only checked to make sure you didn’t need anything before going back to his own devices. The TV little more than background noise, similar to Kyle’s singing and your little snores.

Peace, if he was ever allowed to describe it, looked like this moment. Of course, it never lasted long.

John heard the familiar truck rumbling to a stop. The sound of laughter and baritone responses. Gravel kicking up and then the jingling of keys in the door. You hardly moved before the door cracked open and the two voices spilled in.

Despite the fact that John knew that both Soap and Ghost had showered before returning, their scents were still pungent and filled the air. Ghost was in his usual ensemble, black sweatpants and a black hoodie, his plain balaclava hiding his face. Johnny had opted for shorts and one of those torn up muscle-tees he preferred.

Johnny’s eyes practically lit up when he saw you laid out across the couch. His shoes were hardly off and his bag hadn’t even hit the entryway floor before he was zipping across the room. He dropped himself onto you, using the blanket as a net to trap your limbs. Your squawk of surprise was swallowed by Johnny’s laughter as he continued to be a nuisance.

“Fuckin- Johnny! Get off!” You shouted, having to fight against the blanket and the massive SAS operator above you. “You fucking stink!” You loudly complained, finally getting an arm free and planting your palm against his face to try and shove him off.

“I can’t greet my lovely omega-“ he chokes as your hand catches his throat, causing him to peel back just enough to get your other arm free, allowing you to properly try and wrestle him off.

“I thought you took him to the gym to handle this.” John calls after Simon who was walking past the fighting omegas. “Got excited in the car.” Simon replies dryly as he heads to the kitchen to refill his water bottle.

John turns his head just in time to watch the two omegas crash off the couch and into the floor, the TV trembling with the force.

“I’m gonna sell you to the fucking Russians, Mactavish!”

“They won’t take ‘im.” Simon chuckles to himself as he re-enters only to begin climbing up the stairs.

“Dinners in ten!” Kyle calls from the archway, and Johnny’s head lifts like a dog being called. It’s enough for you to kick and scramble free, launching yourself up to hide behind John’s armchair. Though when Johnny pursues, you screech and take off running once more. John almost wants to tell you that running will simply make it worst. Though instead he sighs and settles back into his chair.

He can’t help but rub his eyes as he hears Gaz’s annoyed shouts, Johnny’s victorious laughter, your hissing, no doubt because you have been caught. Though there’s no distressed scent in the air. He’d give it another few minutes before he broke it up.

While he was always glad for peace, he’d take his pack however they could get them. Even when they got on his nerves.

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

✘ Ticci Toby ✘

General Characterization and headcanons

My general thoughts and characterization of Toby :3

I will DEFINITELY add to this because he is always on my mind and I just know I will think of more stuff, especially the general headcanons

Toby is loud, obnoxious, impulsive, and extreme. Basically, on every scale of anything ever he’s at the far end. He’s uninhibited in just about everything, so he’s not afraid to speak his mind. This also means he has no problem making vulgar comments 24/7. He has no memory of his life before, because Slenderman wiped his memory. “Toby Rogers” no longer exists, and honestly the original Toby would be horrified by the version of himself that exists now. My theory on this is that Slenderman will “amplify” traits that are useful to him when he makes someone a proxy. For example: Toby has ADHD, which would likely make him impulsive and act without thinking. This trait would be amplified once he became a proxy.

Let’s address Toby’s many disorders (also these are constantly getting changed on his wiki page). Let me just say: I have a background in psychology but I am by no means a professional. Nonetheless, here are my thoughts on how these would affect Toby.

Tourette’s and CIPA are both neurological disorders. I feel like a lot of people get the general gist of Tourette’s but I do want to clarify that Tourette’s does not cause a stutter. I know a lot of people write Toby having a stutter, and I think it’s become a headcanon itself at this point, but this would not be due to Tourette’s. I keep it pretty simple when it write his tics, just a few motor and verbal tics, like cracking his neck or cursing. CIPA stands for Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis. Basically, this disorder causes him to not be able to feel pain or temperature (which makes sense because both of these are conveyed on the same spinal tract). He also can’t sweat, because if you can’t feel temperature then your body doesn’t know when to produce sweat. Realistically, people with this disorder have a lot of issues with living daily life, mostly due to overheating since they can’t regulate their body temperature. Most people with CIPA do not live past age 25, but he’s a fictional character so we’ll let it go.

ADHD is a neurodevelopmental disorder, and there is more than one type. Based on his behavior I’d guess Toby either has combination type or hyperactive type. He’s impulsive, easily distracted, and at times it can be hard to keep him focused. He will sometimes interrupt during conversations or speak at times when it’s not appropriate.

Amnesia is also listed which is Slenderman induced. Based off his original story, I would argue that the schizophrenia is also Slenderman induced. Nonetheless, I think his main symptoms would be hallucinations (so hearing voices) and disorganized speech. Basically, you’d ask him a question and he just would talk on and not really answer the question (Google patient interviews for Schizophrenia if you’re confused by what I mean by this). I also think Toby would be subject to delusions, mostly to do with illusions of grandeur or paranoia.

Toby also has bipolar disorder, though it’s not specified whether he has type one or type two. Honestly, this is where I have a qualm which is that I think instead of saying he has schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, it should just say he has schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. But I DIGRESS!

I think Toby would be silly goofy to be around. He’s super uninhibited and speaks his mind. He’s always full of energy. He can be a lot to handle at time and he doesn’t often listen to reason. You could definitely get into some shenanigans with him.

I think it’s easy to interact with him, he’ll talk to pretty much anyone and act friendly with them, but it’s a whole other ballpark trying to get close to him. It would take extensive amount of time, and would have less to do with your behavior and more with you just pinging in his brain in just the right way to make him want to invest more into you.

My thoughts on Toby are never ending, and I’ll probably continue to update this post when I think of new things. However let me say this: this man is not medicated for ANY of these issues so they would all be present in some capacity if you interacted with Toby.

Random headcanons

✘Toby is like 6’1-6’2 (yes I know he was originally short let me live) and he’s somewhat lanky but he’s got that sleeper build

✘ TOBY SMELLS LIKE PINE AND CEDAR AND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

✘ has snakebite piercings (meow)

✘ speaks German

✘ I like to think he’s second gen, like his parents were immigrants and thus he speaks German and English

✘ Toby, I need to know where ur grandparents were from 1939-1945

✘ lowkey would use his Tourette’s to get away with everything

✘ like would defo punch Jeff in the face and then be like “aw shit man sorry that was my Tourette’s”

✘ would also use it to get away with saying crazy bullshit

✘ covered in scars cuz CIPA

✘ Toby likes to go fishing and catch them with his BARE HANDS

✘ he can only be in the car if he’s the one driving, it really bugs him if he’s not in control of the car…. Though he doesn’t know why

✘ says crazy out of pocket bullshit 87% of the time

✘ but it would be funny as hell though

✘ like it would be the type of stuff where you know you shouldn’t laugh and you try to avoid laughing in front of him because you know it’ll make him do it more

[bravehyde]

Love your Tenna anatomy posts! If you could, could you explain what kind of circumstance would cause the classic 'bars of bright colors' sort of malfunction in a TV vs a screen full of static?

Of course! The easy answer is that neither of these are malfunctions, although we tend to think of them as such, and instead kind of like the "default" states of television. I'll do their purpose in general and then how we see them with Tenna.

Static (aka digital snow or white noise) is the shortest and easiest to explain. Your television gives this to you because whatever channel you picked doesn't have anything on it, but there is *something* being transmitted anyway that it can't make sense of. After all, not just television uses electromagnetic waves. So since there's no station playing something on the specific signal you tuned to, it's taking random signals from background radiation and trying its best to show it. This won't make a logical picture, though, so we get this random pattern of pixels and electronic noise.

Next, we have SMPTE Color Bars, or...just color bars. We don't need to say that it's the pattern standardized by the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers every time, after all. This was developed as a form of calibration for analog screens like Tenna, and nowadays is used to calibrate external monitors that we connect to cameras so multiple people can look at what's being recorded (such as the director and producers) without crowding around the camera operator. Every bar is a main color at 100% intensity, ordered in a specific way that makes sense if you go through every way to calibrate a screen and that is a lot to go over which I don't think is needed info, but you want it, looking for SMPTE calibration will get you where you're going. It also plays a really annoying sound that you may know as the censor noise, because you'll KNOW if it's too loud and adjust accordingly.

Also quick fun fact, the "technical difficulties" screen that Tenna flashes by is based on the old, black-and-white version of that. When we say technical difficulties with the color bars now, it's probably because your television is fine, but there's something wrong on the end of the people transmitting. If you're not calibrating the television and the colors pop up, it's an issue with the source signal.

Now, let's look at when this happens with Tenna. I found one major place where he has static, and one major place he has color bars.

In Tenna's final boss fight, he gets the static every time you select a minigame and he's using his own head as a transition to it. You could say that he's initially getting static because he's between channels, since that happens sometimes as little "blips" as you're changing them. It could also be that the signal he's turning to doesn't have anything broadcasted on it until he decides so by teleporting the gang into that area. I'm more of a fan of the latter, since that means that he has direct control over electronic signals, not just the ones he listens to, and that better explains how he transports the gang into the minigames: he transforms them into information that he decodes on his screen.

And of course, we have the prime example of him using the color bars...when he dies. I'd like to note that the stuff coming out of his arms looks a lot like static, although I don't have any reason for saying it other than I think it looks cool. So, this is often used as a modern "technical difficulties" screen, and it can easily just be that. It can also be Tenna trying to recalibrate himself. He realizes there's a problem and is running diagnostics instinctively. Obviously, there is nothing that checking color values can do for losing your arms, so this doesn't do anything to help him.

If he is theoretically both the receiver and transmitter of his own signal, this could also be him showing that he lost his source. Maybe his source signal is whatever keeps him alive as a Darkner, analogous to how we are kept alive by our hearts beating and electric activity in our brains? If he is making his own signal, that can also be how he physically moves the gang to the channel he broadcasts the minigames in, and him experiencing a large amount of pain/damage would be reason to conserve energy and not do it anymore.

[damnfeelings09]

Bad Romance - Shadow's version

A.N: This one for you! @bookdragon247 I hope it does live up to what you expected! Had a lot of fun *and blush* writting this one.

After such a hard day's work, you deserved a night of partying, and what better way than to go to the local bar for karaoke night. You found yourself with your friends Amy, Rouge, Sonic, Knuckles, and... Shadow?! It wasn’t that it bothered you to see him. Shadow was serious, quiet, sarcastic, and mostly disinterested in meeting new people, which is why it surprised you that he was there. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see him tho, because, maybe, just maybe, it could be that you had a tiny little crush on the hedgehog. Okay, in reality, you were completely in love with him. However, Shadow had always kept his relationship with you (if it could even be called like that) professional. You were both GUN agents, and on several occasions, you’d shared missions with the hedgehog. Every now and then, you’d greet each other in the hallways, share a small chat while waiting for your coffee, or discuss some important details about mission findings. Shadow had always been very kind, even when he was angry; he had never raised his voice at you, which your friends found strange, but for you it never seemed so important.

Shadow was wearing a leather jacket, and his signature white gloves had been replaced with mittens, like the ones bikers wear. You had never seen his hands before. His fingers were long and thin, his nails long and sharp enough to cause harm if he wanted, shining like onyx. In the middle of his hand, right between his middle and ring fingers, his fur changed from night-black to red, just like his quills. “How would it feel to be touched by those hands?” You wondered, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Ahem…” – Amy cleared her throat, catching your attention. You were thankful it was her who noticed you were lost in your thoughts and not Rouge, or she wouldn’t let you off the hook for the rest of the night.

“Well, well, look who decided to leave their cave,” Rouge said. “He probably lost another bet,” she laughed, remembering the last time Shadow had bet that Sonic couldn’t go more than 10 minutes without talking, and when he lost, he had to join them for Sonic’s birthday party.

The six of you headed to the Sing On! bar. Inside, the lights were dancing across the room, and the music filled every corner of the venue. You could still walk through the tables without any trouble, and the crowd applauded to the lemur as he sang “Too Good at Goodbyes.” Amy grabbed Sonic by the arm and pushed him toward the DJ booth, eager to sing a duet, while the four of you looked for a table. Rouge convinced Knuckles to head to the dance floor, leaving you alone. You loved your friends, but this definitely wasn’t the way to get closer to Shadow.

“Hey, Shadow. I had no idea you liked karaoke,” you said, trying to strike up a conversation. Shadow turned his face toward you, slightly tilting his head to the left in confusion.

“Not my cup of coffee. Sonic promised to leave me alone for a week, so I let him drag me here.”

“Ah… I should’ve known, Sonic can be a little intense with these things. Still, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh, yeah? ” he said, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you be?" His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, making you flush instantly. In the background, you could hear Amy and Sonic butchering “Don’t Stop Believin’.”

“Sure… we’re f-friends. I love spending time with you… Just like with Sonic, Amy, and Tails…” You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, hoping someone would come and save you from the humiliation you’d just caused. “Ah… I’m going to get a drink.” You fled as fast as you could, locking yourself in the first bathroom you found. You lowered the toilet seat and sat on it. You were done for—now you’d have to change your name, dye your hair, and move to another city to avoid the humiliation you had just experienced.

You heard knocks on the door. “Honey? Is everything alright?” Rouge asked from the other side.

“I just blew my only chance in the most humiliating way. Friends? What was I thinking?” you complained, slapping your palm to your forehead.

"'kay, time to stop wallowing in your own misery?” Rouge pushed the door open, forcing you out. “Listen. You’re gorgeous, maybe as much as I am, you’re a good friend, fun, kind, and Shadow likes you. I’m sure of it, and if not, screw that jerk. Now give me back my confident friend.”

You sighed deeply and straightened your ears back into your fur. Rouge was right—you weren’t going to stay and cry, ruining everyone’s night. Amy found you in the bathroom and, when she saw your face, she quickly asked what was going on. Rouge filled her in.

“Well, Sonic told me that Shadow only agreed to come tonight because you’d be here. Plus, he kept looking around after you disappeared; I think he was looking for you.”

“No way” you raised your voice. “Sonic must be messing with you.”

“I don’t think so. Sonic likes to joke around with Shadow, not about him.”

“See? The only one who can’t see what’s going on is you. Go get your man.”

The three of you went back to the main room. This time, gathering your courage, you approached the DJ and requested a song. “Well, here goes nothing”, you thought as you took your position on the stage. Quickly, Amy and Rouge stood up from their seats, cheering you on. The audience was paying attention, and a pair of crimson eyes were watching you curiously.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance”

I want your ugly, I want your disease I want your everything as long as it's free I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (hey)

As you sang, you pointed in Shadow's direction. Rouge, who was standing next to him, playfully nudging his shoulder.

“I want your drama, the touch of your hand (hey) I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand”

You sang, tracing your lower lip with your thumb, keeping your gaze fixed on Shadow. You had no idea what had gotten into you, you just knew there was no turning back. Would you regret it when the song ended? Probably, so you had to make it worth it. “To hell with this,” you thought, as you got off the stage, swaying your hips until you reached Shadow. Once you were in front of him, you grabbed his chest fur, pulling him closer to your body.

“I want your horror, I want your design 'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love”

“I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (hey) Want you in my rear window, baby, you're sick I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love (love, love, love) (I want your love)”

Shadow looked… nervous?. His usual carefree and cool aura had disappeared, replaced by a pink blush covering his muzzle. Never, in your wildest dreams, did you imagine that the Ultimate lifeform could blush because of you. It was new to him—just a few weeks ago, he had realized he felt… more when you were near. He could feel his heart rate change when you spoke, the slight reddish tint and the sparkle in your eyes when you shared a moment together. However, he always told himself it wasn’t true, that he was imagining things, that you were just naturally kind, because how could you fall for him, being so... well, him.

The boost of energy from having Shadow so close, and the fact that he hadn’t backed away, increased your confidence, so when you returned to the stage, you blew him a kiss. You had never seen Shadow's eyes so wide open as they were at that moment. He turned his face to the side, trying to hide, but it was then that his instincts betrayed him, and his tail began to wag happily. Shadow quickly grabbed it with his hands, trying to hide what was happening.

“No, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Want your bad romance (oh-oh-oh) Caught in a bad romance Want your bad romance”

The audience applauded, and Sonic and Knuckles cheered together, drawing attention. However, your gaze never left that figure trying to hide its emotions behind a mocking grin. Maybe it was time for Shadow to start to live and enjoy his life.

[laylay5670]

“Late Night Hot tub Q&A”

Agent00 x Reader

Warnings: a little spicy but nothing major, might be a bit cringe bare with me

You guys wanted a couples Q&A… why y’all askin’ FBI-level questions tho?”

“Isabella lookin’ too good to lie rn so I’m answering everything.” 😭

⸻

🌙 [STREAM START – BACKYARD HOT TUB VIBES]

The camera’s already rolling when the stream starts — you see steam rising and LED lights changing colors in the background. Agent’s got his arm around Y/N, who’s sitting in his lap in a sleek black swimsuit, head resting lightly on his shoulder.

“Aight y’all. Welcome to the realest, most relaxed Q&A you’ve ever seen.” Y/N said

“She say that, but watch — she gon’ be the one answering the freaky stuff first.”

Chat immediately floods:

“YALL TOO CLOSE THIS BOUT TO TURN INTO SOMETHIN ELSE”

“Y/N LOOKS TOO FINE FOR THIS TO BE A SAFE STREAM”

“WHO’S IDEA WAS THIS?? I OWE THEM $20”

Q&A starts

Question 1 “Who said I love you first?”

Without a second to waste agent immediately says “She did.”

Y/N gasps“Lies! YOU did—like 3am after cuddling me to death.”

Agent “Ayo—why you gotta expose the time too?”

Y/N “Cause it was cute.”

Question 2: “When did y’all know it was serious?”

Agent already looking at Y/N with a wide smile tugging onto his lips “When she got mad I didn’t text good morning.”

“Because that’s basic boyfriend behavior. Be for real.”

Agent laughing “After that day I never missed a text. I was scared.”

Question 3: “Who’s clingier?”

“Her. Look at her.” He says as he points at Y/N with one hand

Y/N still in his lap “Wow. I’ll remember that next time you wake me up for kisses.” Silently offended

Chat:

“NAHHH they too in love”

“YALL NEED TO GET A ROOM—OH WAIT U IN ONE”

“I FEEL SINGLE IN HD RN”

[THE ONE THAT BREAKS THEM]

Question: “What’s your favorite thing about each other in private?

They go silent for a second.

Y/N raising a brow

“You go first.”

Agent leans close, voice low while looking into her eyes

“…The way you look at me like I’m the only man on Earth. And how soft you get when no one else is around.”

Y/N now has a soft smile on her face after agents response with a blush creeping up her face “Okay wait…”

Agent whispering “And when you—”

Y/N cuts him off, laughing nervously “OKAY NEXT QUESTION. Stream is not ready for that!”

💋 [THE MOMENT STREAM ENDS] Chat keeps teasing:

“YALL BETTER TURN THIS OFF BEFORE THINGS HAPPEN 😭”

“AGENT STARTED TALKIN SMOOTH N SHE MELTED”

“WE ARE ONE COMMENT AWAY FROM THE END SCREEN LOL”

Agent to chat, lowkey smirking

“Aight… we appreciate y’all tuning in… but uh—”

Y/N leans in to kiss his jaw

“Yeah. That’s all for tonight.”

Agent grinning at the camera

“Stream’s done. Don’t ask no questions.”

He reaches over, hits the end stream button.

Last thing heard before it cuts:

Y/N softly says “Now say it again… what you said in the mic.”

⸻

They stay in the hot tub for a while after, soft giggles, her legs floating on his, and him running his hands gently along her waist under the water.

“You really like how I look at you?” Y/N broke the silence as she looks up at him waiting for him to respond

“Every time. It’s like… you see the version of me I wanna be. That’s love right there.”

She kisses him slow and leans into his chest, both of them relaxed under the stars.

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYEDDS ITTTT

[lxvsiick]

THE STARS ARE SHINING BRIGHTLY | HAN TAESAN X READER

[PART 2 -- VERSION 2]

PAIRING: ex! han taesan x ex! fem! reader

SUMMARY: After running into his ex, Y/n, Taesan chases after her--and what happens after was all he could ever wish for.

GENRE: fluff?, angst?, exes, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

A/N: i guess everyone deserves a happy ending 😒 jk ,, i apologize for the pain i have caused 🙇🏻‍♀️ btw pink and blue go so well together — i love how the title turned out

❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

Every step felt heavy with anticipation, each breath a mix of excitement and anxiety. He didn’t know what he’d say or what he hoped to find, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a chance he couldn’t let slip by.

Finally, he spotted her again, standing on the corner, waiting for a bus. With a deep breath, he approached, trying to steady his racing heart.

“Y/n!” he called out, trying to keep his voice calm and steady.

She turned, a look of surprise crossing her face as she recognized the urgency in his voice. Her eyes widened as they met his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Everything around them seemed to disappear and it was only them there. Y/n’s look of surprise turns into a smile, her sparkling eyes meeting him.

“Hi.”

“It’s been a while,” he said, his voice low, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “How... how have you been?”

She gave a small, distant smile. “I’ve been doing better, actually. A lot better. Things are finally looking up.”

Taesan nodded, though her words twisted in his chest. Seeing her happy without him felt like a double-edged sword—he wanted this for her, but it hurt to realize he wasn’t part of her happiness anymore.

“That’s good to hear,” he managed. “I’m really happy for you.” A pause hung between them before he continued, his voice dropping to a more vulnerable tone. “Idol life has been good for me, too, I guess. But... I’ve missed you. You’ve never left my mind. Not once.”

Her smile faltered as she listened, her eyes softening as his words sunk in. She didn’t say anything, but the way she looked at him spoke of memories they both shared, memories that still lingered.

“I regret everything I did,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “The way things ended... I keep replaying it in my mind, wishing I could have done things differently. Better. I’ve thought about you so much, and I’ve been kicking myself every day for letting you go.”

She remained silent, her gaze steady but full of emotion.

“Have you... have you ever missed me?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, laced with a desperate kind of hope.

For a moment, she didn’t answer, her eyes dropping to the ground. But when she spoke, her voice was small, fragile. “I did... I still do.”

His heart jumped at her words. His chest tightened with a hope he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in months. “Then... maybe... maybe we could try again?” he asked, stepping closer to her, his heart on the line. “I promise, I’ll do better this time. I’ll be the person you deserve. Just... give me another chance.”

She looked up at him, uncertainty and love battling in her expression. They stood there, the weight of their shared history hanging between them. Her eyes searched his, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped.

“I never stopped loving you,” she said quietly, her words tentative, as if she was afraid of what might come next.

He swallowed hard, feeling like his heart might burst. “I never stopped loving you either.”

After what felt like an eternity, she nodded, her eyes filled with both fear and hope. “Okay,” she whispered. “We can try again.”

Relief washed over him, his chest swelling with hope and gratitude. He couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face, genuine and full of emotion. “Thank you,” he breathed. “I promise, I’ll make it right this time.”

As they stood there, the weight of their past seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the possibility of a future together.

❝ ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

The night sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of twinkling stars that reflected in Y/n’s eyes as she stood on the private balcony, her hands resting gently on the railing. The cool evening breeze played with the curls of her long hair, causing strands to dance around her face. She wore a stunning cream-colored dress that flowed elegantly in the wind, perfectly complementing the glow of the moonlight that bathed her in a soft, ethereal light.

It was a perfect night—peaceful, serene. But a soft sound from behind pulled her from her thoughts. She turned, her gaze falling on Taesan, who was walking towards her, a bouquet of white daisies—her favorite flowers—held in his hands. The sight of him, standing there with that warm, familiar smile, made her heart skip a beat.

"These are for you," he said softly as she walked up to him. His voice was gentle, filled with a tenderness that never seemed to fade, even after all these years.

She took the bouquet, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment, sending a spark through her. "You remembered," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her smile lighting up her face.

"How could I ever forget?" he replied with a playful smile, his eyes locked on hers.

Suddenly, music filled the air. She blinked in surprise as the rest of the BOYNEXTDOOR members popped out from behind the door, Sungho strumming a guitar while the others began dancing in sync, clearly having rehearsed this. Laughter bubbled up from her chest as she turned back to him, her heart swelling with affection and love.

But Taesan gently pulled her attention back to him, his hands wrapping around hers as the music continued. His expression grew serious, his eyes soft as he gazed down at her. "These last four years with you... they’ve been the best of my life," he began, his voice full of emotion. "I will always regret letting you go the first time, and I can’t thank you enough for giving us another chance."

Her breath hitched as his words sunk in, her heart racing as she saw the shift in his expression.

"And now," he continued, his voice catching slightly as he dropped down on one knee. The world seemed to slow down around her as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate, sparkling ring inside. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

Tears instantly brimmed in her eyes as she looked down at him, the love she felt for him overwhelming her. She couldn’t speak for a moment, her throat tight with emotion. All she could do was nod, her tears spilling over as she whispered, "Yes, of course."

The members behind them erupted into cheers, with one of the members dramatically clutching his chest. "Finally! She’s taking him off our hands!" they joked, their voices full of joy as the others continued playing and dancing in celebration.

Laughing through her tears, Y/n dropped to her knees in front of Taesan, pulling him into a tight embrace, her heart full and her future clear. They had found each other again, and this time, they weren’t letting go.

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PART ONE | PART TWO VER.1 | MASTERLIST

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[lokisprettygirl]

Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary : Calm before the storm is always soothing isn't it?

Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, more smut, dirty sexual thoughts, cum play, Description of self harm, dry humping, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

Note: Enjoy the fluff and smut in this.

Eric hated it when you just didn't tell him wherever you were going or what plans you were making after work with Dina or Cheryl. He sounded like a controlling jerk, his past wasn't an excuse to act this way but he didn't like not knowing where you were if you weren't at home or at the diner. He just wanted you to go to work and come back on time, if not all he needed was for you to tell him where you were going but sometimes he felt that you did things on purpose just to piss him off.

As he came back today he didn't find you in your apartment, you had given him the spare key so he used it to get in yours instead of his own, he practically lived in your place now, he had even replaced his bed with yours, as much as he enjoyed your body squished into him, he really needed both of you to sleep well at nights.

He grabbed his phone and dialled your number, when you picked up he could hear the loud music blazing in the background and he couldn't hear your voice clearly which made him tense up but after a few seconds the music had faded,

“Baby you're home early today aren't you?” You said to him so he sighed.

“Early or not, I have asked you to inform me wherever you're going, right?” he asked you sternly so you bit on your lower lip. You didn't know why but you found it so hot when he went all 'Daddy' on you like this.

“Yeah I'm at this club next to the diner.. Dina was bummed about something and needed a drink and i figured I'd be back before you know it” you answered shamelessly knowing it would piss him off further.

“So you're getting drunk and didn't think I'd like to know your whereabouts?” you squeezed your eyes as he said that even though you had anticipated it.

“I'm not drunk, I had one drink.. you know I don't like being drunk anymore..I'll be back soon okay? Infact we will take off now” He sighed as you said that, he didn't want to argue with you, he had missed you all day and all he wanted was for you to come back and hold him.

“I'll come get you darling” he answered but you interrupted him.

“What happened to keeping this a secret?” you asked

“I'll have a disguise or something”

He could hear you chuckling as he said that.

“You stay put and you wait for me okay? Be the one to wait today, I do that everyday” you said softly so he grumbled but gave in.

About half an hour later when you came back home you found his tall shirtless frame in the kitchen snacking onto a box of fruit loops. He was a giant big baby.

You were indeed slightly tipsy so you giggled at the sight before you walked towards him and wrapped your arms around his lower back to hug him from behind. He was so tall, without your heels you barely reached the middle of his back.

“What am I gonna do with you y/n?” he sighed as he turned around and cupped your cheeks to make you look up at him.

“You can do plenty but we both know how much you hate to cause me discomfort” his cute nose flared as you sassed with him.

“This is not funny”

“I know, i should have texted you I'm sorry, I just thought I'd get home before you do”

“It doesn't matter, i need to know anyways, it's important for me” you held his cheeks as his voice softened. He was afraid but you didn't like him being so worried about you.

“Okay..baby..I'm sorry..i really am”

“You can't just say sorry when you do things on purpose, I warned you the last time” you nodded as he said that.

“Are you starting to realise I'm not a good girl?” his mouth curved into a side smile as you said that.

“That's the problem..you're the best, but you love pissing me off”

“No I don't. I just don't want you so worried about me all the time, I'll always come back to you” he let out a defeated sigh, you didn't understand the horrors that existed in his world.

“You don't know what it's like darling -”

“I know..but I do know that I'm not going anywhere where you can't find me”

But you can, he thought, if you die he won't be able to bring you back, he had no soul to trade any longer, he gave it up for her.

“Hey..come on now, I need my cuddles” you said as you dragged him into the bedroom so he grumbled in a fake annoyance as if he wasn't thinking about falling back into the bed with you the moment he woke up this morning.

“I want to apologise” you said as you straddled him on the bed.

Been four weeks now and he was still restraining himself from fucking you.

He looked at you, the crimson dress you had on was so tight and short he hadn't even noticed it before because he was stressed and pissed.

“You should apologise for putting on this daddy please fuck me dress and then going out without me”

Keep talking.

“Well secrecy was not my idea..you could have been there grinding against me” He smiled as you said that but he couldn't risk it again, not with you, if they weren't frolicking around so freely when Melody was on the run from Roeg perhaps he could have protected her better.

As you leaned over him he grabbed your waist and pressed his head up to kiss you before he flipped you underneath him, his mouth didn't leave yours for a second.

“When will you fuck me?” you asked him between the kisses so he pulled away to look at you.

“Not tonight”

What a disappointment.

“You treat me like a girl i feel like I'm in my early twenties” you said as you caressed his cheek so he gave you a mischievous smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah I do..i hate being in my thirties”

His brows furrowed as you said that.

“Why is that?”

“You know how it is.. and I'm dreading going home next week”

Yeah!! He didn't want to think about that at all. When you told him last week about some cousin's wedding in Ohio that you had to attend, he didn't know how to react, being away from you for five days didn't feel right to him. How was he supposed to protect you from that distance?

“Don't go then? Don't need to be around such negativity”

You hummed as he said that, you had told him about your family, your workaholic absent dad and your narcissist mother and her over critical thoughts about your personal life and career choices, or the lack of it.

“I have to..i promised Sheena I'd be there, I'm one of the bridesmaids you know?” you said to him so he smiled

“Yeah? My little bridesmaid” he kissed your forehead as he spoke.

“I wish you could come with me” you mumbled softly so he stared at you

“You can't take me home sweetheart..I'm not the type of guy you should be taking to your parents especially when I'm the first one” he mumbled softly.

“But you're the guy ..you're my guy”

“It's because you're so stupid to choose me instead of a decent man”

“I can say the same to you?” he chuckled as you said that.

“How could you possibly say the same to me?” he challenged you. You were an angel as compared to him.

“You could pull an absolute baddie for a girlfriend and here you are stuck with a thirty two years old waitress”

His jaw clenched as you said that, he failed the challenge apparently, he had the tendency to forget how cruel you could be to yourself. “Doesn't it feel nice when I turn it around huh?”

“You're lucky I find you cute sweetheart when you're being so sassy”

“No..but seriously though, can't you just come with me? You don't have to meet my family..just be around somewhere I can go see you when I want to pull the hair out of my scalp after being around my family”

Why didn't he think of that?

“Mmm well..thats not a bad idea ..we can do that”

“Yeah? Can we take the train? Book a cabin..just the two of us for 7 hours and we can pretend to not know each other all you want” he chuckled as you said that, you had already thought about it.

“You have weird fantasies”

“Mmmhm all of them involves you”

“Yeah they do .. you obsessed little freak” you bit on your lips at his words, they weren't a lie if nothing. You were so obsessed with him.

“Mmm let me suck your cock” his heart skipped a beat at the sudden change in conversation.

“Fuck y/n..you have never been gagged in your life have you?”

“Please let me suck on your pretty cock..I'll do anything you want after that” you pleaded with him with that familiar look in your eyes that he couldn't resist.

As if you sucking his cock wasn't everything he'd ever need in life.

How could he deny you this when you asked so sweetly, he laid down on the bed but you asked him to get up and sit at the edge of the bed with his long legs wide open so you could sit between them. You just loved it, the sight of his naked body turned you on in ways you couldn't begin to describe.

His fists clenched onto the edge of the mattress as you slipped him into your mouth without wasting a second further, but then you took him out and used your hand just so you could stare at his beautiful face, the way he opened his mouth and tried to stifle his moans was your favorite sight.

“If I had your talent..I'd draw you like this..you look absolutely divine” he let out a chuckle as you said that. Not the word he'd ever associate with himself.

All the pent up sexual frustration you have had over the years came out in his presence, you felt like the filthiest whore for him, willing to do whatever he wanted. He never really asked for much though but you knew you'd go to your limits to please him sexually or in any which ways he wanted.

Hell you'd let him spit on the floor and lick it if he'd ask you to.

If he could hear the thoughts running through your head right now he probably would not treat you so delicately as if you were a flower.

He clutched his fingers into your scalp and tugged on your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth, he had never had this before, never had a woman sucking onto him as if she absolutely needed it. Not even Melody, they had sex a lot, but oral wasn't something they did very often, giving or receiving, so it was something special he had just with you.

You had sucked him off five times now since that night he had that nightmare and each time he tried his best to hold on, give you time to enjoy suckling on his flesh as much as you wanted to but you always made him lose it so quickly. Fucking powers didn't really work against that talented mouth of yours...

God he loved you so much.

He cupped your cheeks and craned your head up before he leaned down to kiss you softly, you couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

“Carry on” he whispered softly as he straightened himself up, the immaculate posture of his made him look so giant as compared to you.

“You know in the club..i have been thinking about you.. missing you” you said as you jerked him off slowly so he looked at you with his glassy heavy eyelids. “People making out around me and all i could think about was coming home to the most gorgeous man i have ever seen and doing exactly this to him”

He let out a groan as you said that, the thought of you thinking about sucking his cock even when you were amidst people was a tantalizing one.

“I underestimate you sweetheart” he said, his voice just a breathy whisper.

“It's because I'm a Virgin”

Well yeah.

He expected more innocence but then you were a grown woman and not some teenage girl.

“Mmmhm”

“Virgins have the most overactive imagination”

“Fuckk..i know that now” he moaned as you continued your ministrations on his cock.

“Good..so cum on my face”

That was all the encouragement he needed to tip him off the edge, he watched as his cum splattered on your face, you had your eyes closed, mouth open, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum.

He slumped down on the bed as his whole body felt so weak.

After a moment you crawled up on him so he stared at your beautiful cum soaked face. He then wrapped his fingers around your neck and kissed you before he laid you down on the bed underneath him.

“Stay here like this” he said as looked at you carefully before he got off the bed, leaving you confused.

“What?” You asked but he didn't answer you. You heard your main door slamming once and then again after a minute as he returned with his drawing pad and pencil, he pulled a chair out in front of you and sat down. You propped yourself on your elbows to stare at him and his mouth curved into a smile as if he was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration.

“Perfect..so beautiful. Stay just like that, don't move” he said to you as he began to sketch you.

He was drawing you like one of his french girls. You were having your very own Rose moment but the x rated version of it. His cum had dried on your face by the time he was done with his little project.

Once he was satisfied he got up, kept the drawing aside and picked you up swiftly to take you to the bathroom, so he could clean you up

“You're so filthy” he said as he ran a washcloth under the cold water and began to wipe your face.

“Says the man who let me marinate in his cum for half n hour”

He chuckled as you said that,

“You say the dirtiest thing sweetheart, have you always been like this or i bring out the freak in you?” he whispered as he pulled you closer to kiss you.

His naked body was distracting you again, you couldn't help it, he was so tall and muscular, add that pretty face to the mix he was pure perfection, that's what had attracted you to him at first but knowing him now it was everything else that made you fall in love with him, he had been so hurt in his life, he had loved and lost, he had suffered.

All you wanted was to take care of him and never let him get hurt again, especially not emotionally. You wanted to kiss all the scars on his beautiful skin and tell him how strong, how perseverant he was and how proud you were to have him as yours.

A week later you were doing the final packing for your cousin's wedding, the train was supposed to leave in five hours, he was just watching you do the work while he laid on the bed, he wasn't a fan of packing so he wanted you to do it for him.

Six months ago you couldn't have imagined any of this happening to you but dreams do come true, you still didn't know what he actually did or how he made money, a part of you had stopped caring if you were being honest to yourself.

Next morning when he woke up he turned you on your back and just stared at you before he placed his head between the crook of your neck and began to kiss your soft skin until he had your arms wrapped around him. Thanking the God for showing him some mercy afterall.

Perhaps you were the fruition of his good karma.

“Eric..where will you live baby?”

You asked him so he sighed.

“Whereever is close to your place” he said nonchalantly so you hummed in response.

“You know you don't have to come if you don't feel like it..I'll be fine..it's just five days” you said as you crawled into the bed, it's not that you didn't want him to come but you didn't want him to feel forced to do it.

“I know you'd be fine..you're a big girl” he said as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you “I on the other hand..won't be fine without you, just the thought of coming back to this empty apartment makes me..sick”

It really did, he knew this is what would happen if he allowed himself to get so close to you, the moment he saw you he knew you'd become so important to him, that's one of the million reasons why he was afraid in the beginning and wanted to push you away.

Your eyes teared up as he said that, his voice was so soft and gentle.

“Then you better shower and get ready”

He wanted to take different cabs to the station so you're not seen together but you didn't question his methods anymore.

You fidgeted with your fingers as the train was about to depart and he still hadn't joined your cabin, but the moment you were going to call him you watched him enter with his small luggage.

He sat down in front of you so you glared at him.

“You'd have missed it” you said to him so he perked up his brows.

“Excuse me?” Do I know you?” He asked you, the stupid smirk apparent on his face making you roll your eyes.

As it got dark you threw the caution out of the window and joined his berth, snuggling into him for the rest of the night.

Unfortunately 7 hours weren't that long when you wanted them to be. You had already given him the address to your parents' house as well the venue where the wedding and reception was being held.

“You call me when you get to the hotel okay?” You said to him as you fixed his clothes before you two would step out of the cabin “I'll miss you” you mumbled softly so he smiled

“I'm right here” he kissed you before he wrapped his arms around you to hug you.

For the next two days you didn't really get to see him, you were catching up with your cousins but you did send him pictures whenever you found yourself to be pretty. And today you looked really lovely in your bridesmaids dress. Sheena had a good taste, it was a peach coloured full length bodycon dress with cute straps, Eric made you workout with him these days and damn your shoulders were starting to look really good.

You had your picture taken by a cousin of yours before so you sent it to him and instead of receiving a text back he called you instead so you picked it up with a smile.

“Hey beautiful” your face flushed as you heard his soft voice

“God i wish you were here” you said to him so he sighed. He wished that too, he really needed you in his bed with that dress of yours bunched up around your waist as he'd eat you out. He was going to respond but then there was an interruption.

“You look like such a woman now” you heard your mom's voice as she entered your room so you put the phone away from your ears.

“As opposed to what exactly?” you asked her, knowing very well nothing good will come out of her mouth.

“You're getting fat and out of shape, you're thirty two but I look better than you, I was younger than you and had you already and I still maintained. You have no stress in life and yet you're losing yourself, what man would want to marry you like this?” She said as she looked at you up and down, your eyes became teary at her harsh tone. You were used to it now, her criticisms but it still hurt because you felt good for once and that didn't happen very often, her cruel words had managed to make you feel insecure again.

You wanted to scream in her face that you already had a handsome man in your life who didn't really care how you looked.

As she left you placed the phone back to your ears and composed your voice to not give away your hurt.

“Baby I gotta go..I'll talk to you tonight okay?” You said softly, hoping he hadn't heard her.

“Darling -”

“I really need to go..I'll message you”

His jaw clenched as you hung up, he hadn't even met your mother yet and he already wanted to strangle her. How could she be so mean to her own daughter like this? He'd have been surprised but then he knew humans were truly awful when they wanted to be.

'You're so beautiful darling, don't listen to her or anyone else who says otherwise. Come to me after the reception okay? I'll show you how pretty you are'

His message did make you smile and you wanted to ignore what your mom had said but at the wedding the whole family was on your case for one reason or another, but mostly about you being unmarried and childless, you had lied to them that you were a receptionist at this five star hotel in Chicago, god knows what they'd have said if they knew you worked as a waitress in a diner.

As soon as people got more drunk and busy at the reception you got yourself out of those painful heels to put something comforting on and then made your way to the motel Eric had been staying in, you were done socializing with these stupid people.

When he opened the door he looked at your sullen little face so he immediately pulled you in for a hug. That's when you broke down in tears, he felt so nice, so safe, so comforting, so warm and gentle that you just crumbled in his arms the moment his familiar masculine scent engulfed you.

He didn't say anything, he allowed you to let it out before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you away slightly just so he could look at you. The sight of you crying always hurt him in the deepest corner of his heart and to know that those people who were supposed to be your family made you feel this way filled him with murderous rage.

“Sssh now enough okay?” He mumbled softly as he kissed you, trying to quieten the sobs that won't stop coming.

“Do I look fat?” you asked him so he chuckled.

“What if you do? Does that make you undesirable in any way?” You looked him in the eye as he said that, he wasn't trying to comfort you, he was asking sincerely.

“I don't want you for your body, baby. I want your body because it belongs to you.” His fingers trailed over your curves as he spoke “Don't listen to your mother or any of those assholes in your family” he grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the dresser so he could make you look at yourself in the mirror. He was so tall he was able to place his chin on your head even as he stood behind you.

“Look at her, so pretty isn't she? Even with the tears and messed up makeup” he said as his thumb rubbed over your lips, ruining that lipstick further, you turned your head to look at him and got on your tiptoes to kiss him, arms flung around his neck as his hands pulled you closer, his palms caressing your ass.

“The moment you sent me that picture in this dress I was so fucking hard for you sweetheart, so fucking proud to know you're all mine”

He quickly lifted you up and walked towards the bed to lay you down before he took his shirt off as he got on top of you, then he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and placed them over your head as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You have no idea what it does to me..the fact that you won't let anyone touch you but me” he whispered as he kissed down from your jawline to your sternum, breathing in as he pressed his head between your breasts.

“Baby fuck me please..I need it I want” you let out a whiny plea so he looked at you.

“I'm not going to fuck you in some cheap motel sweetheart” he said that with a smile, he was so frustrating at times, the patience and restraint he showed you was extraordinary.

“Why not? The place doesn't matter to me”

“It does..you deserve better for your first time” you whined as he said that.

“I really wanted to go home smelling like you tonight”

“I can manage that” he said as he bunched your dress up to your waist and opened your legs wider, placing his head over your soaking heat he took a deep breath, the gesture alone made you tighten your thighs around him.

“So wet-” he stated the obvious so you bit on your lips.

“I have been thinking about you all day baby”

“So have i..” his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and he pulled them down, his eyes darkened with immense lust as he looked at your completely waxed cunt, without wasting a second further he dived in, his mouth sucking on your clit and tongue lapping up at the wetness.

“I wonder what they'd say..your family..if they knew where you are right now” he murmured between his nipping and sucking.

“Mmmm nothing good” you answered as you caressed his scalp.

“I know.. didn't have a man for thirty two years and now you're letting yourself get defiled like a whore in this cheap motel by a criminal like me”

Fuckkkk you wanted to cum.

“Eric ..don't say that baby, you're not a criminal”

You said but his words had made you buck your hips into his face. Truth to be told you didn't care as long as he wasn't hurting innocent people.

“It's true..you know I'm not a good man”

“That's the problem, you're the best” you threw his own words back into his face so he smiled..

He brought his hand up and rubbed your lips before he tried to push his middle finger inside.

“Relax baby..let me loosen you up slowly, wouldn't want you to split in half on my cock”

Oh but you wanted it so badly. You wanted to feel the pain, you needed him to make it hurt if it meant he'd be inside you.

You relaxed your walls as he said that, he groaned as he barely managed to shove his finger in. He kept looking at your face to see if you felt okay and you just seemed blissed out of your mind.

“So fucking tight” he groaned as he slowly pumped them in and out, his thumb stimulated your clit simultaneously. It didn't take much for him to make you come undone, all your senses were fogged with his touch, with his smell, with his voice, you felt overwhelmed but in all the good ways.

He stared at you as you rode your high, his fingers didn't stop moving though, not until he had you completely relaxed into the mattress, your body limp with exhaustion from the orgasm.

Usually he didn't ask for anything in return, he wasn't going to ask today either but he needed a release, his cock ached painfully and he needed to cum screaming your name before he'd lose all control.

You watched as he pulled his cock out of his pants, his fingers then ran over your wetness and he used it as a lube to aid his movements.

As much as you wanted to put him in your mouth, he just needed you to watch so you obliged, you were his good girl afterall.

He stared at your wet cunt as he pumped his cock at a faster pace, you looked so dishevelled but this was becoming a favorite sight of his in this wretched world. He had something so pure, so precious right here in you.

“Show me your pretty tits baby” he said firmly, his voice dominant, he wasn't asking you, it was a command so you got up and unzipped your dress before you laid back down and lowered the straps as slowly as possible to tease him..

His breathing came out in shuddering waves as you exposed yourself to him slowly. You had no idea how perfect you were to him in all your gloriousness.

He placed his other hand over your bosom, cupping them both in one grip as he gave them a light squeeze before he placed his hand on your throat and began to thrust in his own fist..

The image was pornographic at best, you couldn't even believe at times you had a man on top of you who looked like that. You placed your hands on his wrist that was on your throat, wanting to lick up the sweat that dripped down from the dip of his neck to his sternum. You grabbed his thumb and sucked it in your mouth, that's when he came with the loud grunt of your name.

You felt his warm cum dribbling down over you, he made sure to cover every inch of that smooth little cunt with his hot release.

“God I love you” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss the breath out of you.

You were definitely going home smelling like him.

After he took care of you and cleaned you up like the decent boy he was, he pulled up your underwear and then he fixed your dress to cuddle you.

“Do you have to go?” He asked you so you sighed.

“No..not really but my parents want us to have a chat ..I'm late already I think” you had been hearing your phone buzz for a while now but you didn't care.

“Why? So they could criticize you some more?” His jaw clenched as he spoke, he hated how they treated you and he wished he was able to stick up for you but he felt helpless.

“It's okay..just two more days then we can go back in our own bubble” you said softly as you cupped his cheeks to kiss him.

That's what he wanted to do, he really loved that bubble you two lived in but two days later when you both returned he saw Melody outside of the building, waiting to speak with him, her eyes held the same fear he had seen in those days when they were on the run from Vincent Roeg.

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⟢ It'll become harder to read for those that have short attention span.

ᯓ Creativeness ↴

⟢ Find prompts on Tumblr, insta, twitter, etc. if you're having a hard time coming up with fic ideas.

⟢ Listening to songs and reading the lyrics simultaneously helps too. You'll understand the lyrics more that way and maybe you'll get an idea or two from it.

ᯓ Interact with other blogs ↴

⟢ Heavy on this. Because interacting with other blogs will help you grow—as a person and as a blog.

ᯓ Credits ↴

⟢ Give credits if you're gonna use dividers.

⟢ Give credit if you're gonna write something inspired by other writers' au's.

⟢ Give credit if you're going to copy someone's fic layout, blog theme, etc.

ᯓ Consistency ↴

⟢ I used to write like 2 blurbs a day when I first started and I feel like being consistent is important in the beginning. (Doesn't have to be multiple blurbs a day though! Just one small blurb a day or every other day is more than enough.)

⟢ Writing in advance also helps to keep your consistency.

ᯓ Proofreading ↴

⟢ Read your fic a few hours—or preferably a day—after writing it. That way, you'll be able to see the errors you didn't detect when you first wrote it.

⟢ Proofreading right after writing it won't be that effective in most cases.

ᯓ Imagination ↴

⟢ Last, but not least, try to imagine the fic you're writing. Like, play it out in your head. Your imagination plays a huge role in writing fics. The more vivid your descriptions are, the more people would want to read it.

⟢ If it's hard to imagine it then read more books (or fanfics) and train your ability to imagine what the characters are doing.

ᯓ Misc. ↴

⟢ Em dash (—) has many uses. It can be used to create a pause in a sentence. It can be used if a comma is too weak but a period is too strong. It can be used in place of a parenthesis. It can also be used to emphasize a word. It's usually used without spaces (but you can use it with spaces too).

⟢ A semi-colon (;) is used to connect two sentences that are close in meaning but can't be connected by a comma. It can also be used in place of a comma if there are already commas. For example: Jess had long, golden locks; green eyes; rosy, ample cheeks; and a beaming smile.

⟢ A blurb is supposed to be really short (usually around 100-200 words) but fanfic writer's seem to say fuck it and write 1k words and label it as a blurb, so it's fine to make your blurb longer.

⟢ 100 words is a drabble (200 words is double drabble, 300 words is triple drabble, and so on. It's not that important though, we're just writing fanfiction for fun after all).

⟢ Oneshot is a fic that only has one part (it can be multiple parts, but only if all of them can be read purely as a standalone. Otherwise it'll become a series).

⟢ AU is the abbreviation for "alternative universe" and you can do whatever the fuck you want there. For example: You can make matt a cold-blooded mafia boss, Chris a father of four and Nick an assassin disguised as a harmless baker. And they don't even have to be brothers—they can be rivals. Nick could be trying to assassinate Matt, the cold-blooded mafia boss. Chris might get caught in the crossfire and somehow ends up getting tangled with Matt's wife (who was forced to marry him). The world is your oyster.

At the end of the day, it's just fanfiction. Do what makes you happy. Write what makes you horny.

Everything written above (except for the misc.) are all my own personal preferences so just keep that in mind. What works for me might not work for you. Because everyone is different, and that's why you have to start trying out different things and see what works the best for you.

[lovetei]

Okay so, someone headcanon that Lucifer interact with Cerberus very seriously like no baby talk or any normal petowners behaviour…? This is actually kinda canon now? In the recent Lucifer’s card. He be trying to get his lepus doing smth by acting like they’re business partners and the lepus keeps electrocuting him in the progress lol.

And just imagine MC being the lovely troublemaker they are keep sneaking in the underground tomb to see Cerberus to give him belly rubs, snacks and all of the things Lucifer didn’t do because MC feels bad cuz Cerberus can’t experience all the “good boys stuff” he deserves

Then one day, Cerberus just break out and just running around the house to find MC cuz they forgot to give Cerberus his daily without Lucifer knowing snacks, and daily cuddle too! What a crime. How would the bros react to that?

I was surprised Fluff and crack dominated the poll I created last post 😭

But this cute as hell.

I'm back on my long post era :b

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MC who thinks Cerberus is just a giant puppy that deserves love cause he's a good boy

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, long post, Mentions of starving, Mentions of eye bags, Mentions of some real threats

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER:

He's a very serious pet owner

He doesn't punish his pet though, no fasting or whips just some soft scolding and lecturing

On the other hand, there's you who as a pet fever, always hyperventilating when you see Cerberus

He figured that you might turn his stoic and monstrous three headed dog into some giant puppy

So he made sure that he adds one more barrier, specifically preventing you from entering the tomb

But guess what? You're the shit.

Ain't no barrier gonna stop you.

So you sneak out late at night while struggling to hold all the large sized snacks you starved yourself to get your hands on just make Cerberus feel like the good boy he is.

Of course, Lucifer noticed this but he's not really sure and he does not want to confront you about this.

Like, what if you're not actually going to the tomb to pet and give Cerberus belly rubs? He'll look like a fool.

But it just kept getting worse.

The eyebags around your eyes

And how Cerberus gets more and more whiney

What the fuck is on about you two

So as a punishment, he decided to give you a break (Wow)

You're not allowed to leave your room until the dark circles under your eyes disappear.

And to his surprise, and prediction, Cerberus managed to break out of the magic he applied on the tomb that prevents him fron going out without his permission

He's both disspointed and proud.

Disspointed because his dog is disobeying and proud because his dog is actually really strong.

And as to his guesses, he ran up straight to the HOL and broke the door open.

And just like in those movies

You guys met halfway and life dramatically cried out as if Lucifer prevented two lovers from meeting each other.

He's just standing on the background like :l

Cause he expected this much.

MAMMON:

He liked the dog don't get him wrong

It's just that, he's not as crazy as you are about them

Plus that three headed tree pisser tried to kill him multiple times

And he's NOT happy about it

It's not like he can get any time to bond with the dog too since Lucifer is keeping a tight leash on him both literally and figuratively.

That might stop him

But not you

As your first man, he already know you're up to something the moment he saw you, through his crows, carrying large sizes of food, now human food, dog food.

He also knows that you're someone who don't actually want someone to know about this little secret of yours

So he just kept quite and stood at the bay

Watching you sneak around the house, trying to get to the tomb by yourself

Who knows? Something might go wrong and he needs to be by your side to save you as your babysitter and as your first man.

He started getting worried as soon as he saw those eye bags though

So he admitted that he knows what you're up to and suggested that you stop

You got mad

Of course

He knew it

He snitched on you by the way

He didn't straight up told Lucifer that you're going out to meet Cerberus

He just pointed out that you have like the worse eye bags ever and subtly said that you might be on some late night rendezvous.

He's glad that Lucifer gave you that time out.

He's sorry for snitching on you too but your health comes first before some belly rubs and dog treats.

When he heard the door of HOL crashing down though

He knew damn well who it was

He actually opened (broke) the door for you.

LEVIATHAN:

He's not that much of a dog person

More on reptiles and amphibians

But he understands why you're all crazy about dogs

I mean it's a common thing among humans right?

He's pretty sure Lucifer won't let you near Cerberus though since all about the string, guard dogs type while you're all down for cutesy belly rubs and treats.

Then one night, when he's about to get water after playing video games all night he saw you

Sneaking out

And he thought "What if MC actually have a hidden identity like in those anime?! That would be so cool!"

And so he followed you

And saw Mammon following you too

Mammon explained what's happening to him.

He's actually surprised you would go this far.

He started following you every night too of course

Even though he knows that you can knock out Cerberus with a single hit if you're actually serious

He even started watching anime about dogs and reading managas about them too then recommending them to you

He just loves the expression you make when you're so excited and your heart is melting because of the cute illustrations.

Wait

Is Mammon snitching?! On you?!

He's surprised cause, what the fuck, he's actually the last person he thought will snitch on you

It's understandable though, 'cause he's actually near on doing the same.

He's just glad that you got mad on Mammon instead of him

So you got your rest and you're not mad at him, it's a win win for him.

He also got to record the whole dramatic reunion between you and Cerberus.

SATAN:

He's a cat person

He can barely care

About Lucifer and his pet

But if it's you then... Maybe he can bare with it.

He just loves how you look at dogs like how he looks at cats.

You guys really are soul mates.

But why would you starve yourself for dog foods..?

He got a little mad because of it but he knows you just love Cerberus so much

And that you want to treat him like the good puppy he is because the so good Lucifer FAILED to do so.

He knows you're sneaking in and out of HOL to go in the tomb and meet Cerberus

He applied a few spells that made you seem more approachable to animals and be more sneaky without you knowing too.

But his guts are just telling him to close this book and follow you.

And so he did.

And he saw not one,

But two of his brothers trying to act sneaky and following you down to the tomb you knowing

He didn't expect this to be honest

He thought Mammon would be too dumb to find out and Levi will be watching too many animes and play too many games to even notice.

But he guess he underestimated their feelings for you

That doesn't mean his is in any way less than them though

That's why he's here

Although he knows that Lucifer would find out sooner or later

He didn't expect Mammon to be dropping hints when you're his absolute partner in crimes

What a traitor

He would've killed him and fed him to his crows if he did that to him.

But he knows that Mammon is just as worried as he is

Plus he knows to himself that he will be telling you to Lucifer if this gets any worse.

So he is really no better than Mammon

Putting you on some sort of time out and forcing you to rest is a good way of punishment, he expected it, Lucifer spoiling you.

But Cerberus barging in the HOL is not something he thought would happen.

He knows how disciplined Cerberus is, he's Lucifer's pet after all.

He also thought the dramatic meeting was cute and he chuckled a bit.

ASMODEUS:

Oh... Dogs?

He doesn't like stray fur on his clothes though...

But he guess he can understand you.

Cerberus is indeed one big, fluffy dog after all.

Despite being locked down inside the tomb

Cerberus is actually squeaky clean and always smells good.

He's one of the dogs Asmo will be okay being close to.

He can understand you buying him treats and sneak one or a couple of times

But sneaking out in the middle of the night just to give him treats and belly rubs?

Even starving yourself to buy him food is outrageous

You could've asked him for help, he has all these money from modeling just rotting away

Waiting to get spend on some shoes and pearls.

Like Mammon, he dropped subtle hints, commenting on your eye bags but Lucifer seems to not take him seriously as he thinks that Asmo points out even the slightest difference.

He's dissapointed, he means, it's your health on the line here!

So he resorted into confronting you

He thought that maybe following you to your late night sneak outs and pretending to catch you will work

He didn't expect Mammon, Levi and Satan following you too though

He's looking at them all shock cause what the fuck?

And then when he's about to scream Satan just pulled him and covered his mouth with his hand.

When you're about to leave though, he tried to break free from Satan's grasp and proceed with his plans but instead earned shushes from everyone.

Out of all people

He didn't expect Mammon to snitch on you

He actually thought that Cerberus snitching on you is higher than Mammon telling you on.

But he's glad to hear that you're under house arrest and is prohibited from tiring yourself

You really need this rest, honey.

He's one of the people that took care of you that day, actually.

He painted your nairs and gave you a spa day inside the bathroom.

And then he heard a loud crash

He just rolled his eyes and stopped fanning your wet finger nails and just let you run out of the room

He must confess he thinks the reunion is dramatic but it was cute

All the heads of Cerberus whining and crying

But your nails dear!

BEELZEBUB:

Beel loves Cerberus too!

It's just sad that Lucifer won't leg him take care of him as much as he wants to

Cerberus' main job is to protect the tomb where their grimoires are located at so he understands why.

Lucifer doesn't want Cerberus to end up all cutesy greeting each 'visitor' that enters the tomb like he's friends with them

He want Cerberus to not even think twice and attack anyone who would enter the tomb except Lucifer himself.

But aside Lucifer, Beel is the second most close to Cerberus as he's the one that take him to walks most of the time

And when he found out that you like dogs too

Specifically Cerberus

He looked at you with obvious adoration in his eyes

Cause, finally, someone can get him

He wants to treat Cerberus like a good boy too almost just as much as you but Lucifer won't let him

But you have a plan?!

Wait, why are you starving yourself..?

That's bad...

If you just want to buy Cerberus dog food and treats you can use his money

But why do you insist that you want to buy his food yourself?

By what money? The money you got from starving yourself?

He knows he can't stop you though

So he just cooked extra portions when he's on duty and insisted that you share foods with him

So, problem number one solved

But now there's another problem

And it's you sneaking out late at night just to feed Cerberus!

Look at yourself MC!

You barely get any sleep!

He actually decided to start feeding Cerberus himself after he saw the dark circles under your eyes

But after he saw Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo hiding behind a big rock he already knows he's late and that you're in the tomb again

When Asmo tried to go out and confront you though

His heart dropped

Cause "What if MC thought were stalkers?!" "MC will think we're controlling!"

Though, Mammon snitching on you is something he expected

People might think that he'll die loyal and never snitch on you but he knows better than that

He knows that Mammon will put your health above everything and would snitch if needed

For him, house arrest is a light and well thought punishment

He doesn't know why you need to receive it though

He means, you did nothing wrong, you just feed and play with the dog

He thinks the dramatic meet up is cute too!

He's standing on the background looking like ^^

BELPHEGOR:

He likes Cerberus

He has fluffy fur and would carry him when their together

He's unbelievably large too so he's like a giant, moving bed for Belphie

And he understand why you would go crazy over Cerberus

He is indeed one of a kind considering how he has three heads

But he can't understand why you would go through such lengths just to play with the dog

Don't get him wrong, he knows that you like Cerberus and sees him as a giant puppy

But Cerberus guards their grimoire and that grimoire is very important to them

So he's also one of the people that actually prevents you from going in the tomb to play with the hell hound

Lucifer trained them to be a strict guard dog for a reason

And he knows it and it's for his own good too

Though, he knows his explanations won't stop you considering how you're starving yourself to buy him dog food and toys

And even wake up late at night just to sneak out and give it to Cerberus

He wants to protect you of course

Cerberus is still a hell hound that's above thrice your size

So he did the unthinkable and stayed up late

Wanting to spy on you

He saw you sneaking your way down the hallway and so he decided to follow you

And then he saw them

Not Cerberus

But Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo and even Beel spying on you too

He guess he underestimated them

He just joined them behind the rock though and rested on Beel's shoulder

He's more assured now since his brothers are watching over you too

But when he heard the sudden rustle made by Asmo trying to struggle to confront you

His eyes shot open and helped Satan on strangling him down

Hell, he almost turned to his demon form

You falling ill is something he's scared of, but you getting mad at him is another

And both are as bad as the other

Actually, the way he glares at Asmo as Satan covers his mouth is terrifying

He might as well just point a knife at his neck at this point

And then the next morning what woke him up is not Lucifer

But the door of their house falling down and creating a loud thud

And is followed by loud howls and whines he knows too well

He's wide awake now and is staring at the two of you, dramatically hugging each other as if Lucifer kept you away from each other for years

Wait

What

Mammon snitched on you?!

Oh... So you've been on an house arrest since earlier this morning and not even a day passed and Cerberus is already running after you?

Wow

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[pa-nd-em-on-iu-mp-an-da]

My main HC for Morpheus is he lives and just retires from the stress of being Dream.

He gets convinced to just live for himself and choose his own destiny without the expectation of his existence weighing him down.

Hob helps him, both of them moving into a cottage where they learn to coexist and Morpheus learns how to be human without the added stress of a city life.

He reads books, new ones having to be thoroughly digested rather than just instantly available in his head like a goddamn robot.

Maybe he helps Hob plant seeds and realises that it's somewhat close to breathing life into new creations and helping them grow into their desired functions, immediately addicted to the feeling of mud under his nails and stains on his clothes because he's creating a life without needing a purpose for it.

They go down to the beach, and yeah it's not like the Shores of The Dreaming but he still has his spade and bucket and by fucking Christ is he going to make the best sand castle ever, Hob, stop laughing!!

He builds and builds until he's tired and worn out and sweating pints, but there's a version of the castle - his home, even if it's not his anymore, even if it didn't feel like home, not really - standing proudly in the sand. And he stares at it, realising that the dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach is still there, but it's not as suffocating as it used to be. He's not weighed down by the unconscious minds of everyone, he gets to create for the simple pleasure of creating.

He gets to go back to the cottage, curls his feet under him and drinks hot chocolate as Hob cooks in the kitchen. Music's playing in the background as the fire roars in the hearth.

He feels safe.

He feels content.

He feels loved.

He's happy.

(And maybe a certain Angel and Demon buy a cottage close by, causing an all-out garden war between the Resident Goths on whose plants are better?? Which then creates the Annual Garden Competition. Both Hob and Azi are chilling and having cake whilst the Resident Goths are fighting over the last seedlings).

I just want the dweebs to all be happy.

Is it so much to ask for??

[dcdreamblog]

Since I brought him up and was invited to ask further, can you talk some/shed some history on Captain Comet?

He seems to have appeared during the period where super heroes were supposed to have been banned, but later showed up to battle the first incarnation of the Secret Society of Super-Villains. He later told the Planet he’d been out exploring space.

But he’s also never spoken about the decision to leave Earth (and seems to have left Earth again after battling the SSoSV). Did the government go after him or…?

Captain Comet, AKA Adam Blake is a man who bears some study. Not only is his an outlier within MY field as like you said he was active during the time when the Keene Act was still being actively enforced but he's also something of a holy grail in the fields of biology, anthropology and the Xeno Studies versions of both fields. If half the things said about him are true then he represents and massive forward leap for mankind that has been going on in the background of most of our lifetimes. He wasn't always so extraordinary though, not when he was born in the early 1930s to two entirely normal parents in an VANISHINGLY small town somewhere in the midwest. The event that would change his life forever would happen almost instantly though when an inexplicable comet passed overhead bursting and burning up in earth's atmosphere raining down a torrent of low level exotic radiation on the Blake farmstead. While it was benign enough to leave most things untouched, the newly born Adam absorbed the radiation and began to undergo a rapid metahuman mutation.

As young Adam grew he developed impossible mental acuity, memorizing an entire series of encyclopedias by the age of eight and by his teenage years he was able to play Mozart by ear without ever having touched an instrument before. It wasn't until he was in college that his physical abilities would match his mental ones, becoming superhumanly strong, never experiencing physical fatigue and gaining potent psychokinetic abilities that manifested when he saved the life of a classmate in an accident.

Eventually he came to the attention of a physics professor at his university who studied him intently and discovered his body had been mutated beyond almost any cellular recognition, undergoing changes to his body that would have taken tens of thousands of generations for humanity to naturally accumulate. Wanting to use his newfound powers for the betterment of mankind Blake continued working with the professor until he was forced into the open.

An alien race known as the Astur attempted to invade the earth by siphoning the oxygen from our atmosphere with a massive mechanical device. Blake responded to the attack under the moniker of Captain Comet and managed to outdo the aliens in a battle of wits that saw the device destroyed, the alien invaders rejected and Earth's oxygen supplies returned.

However, once he had returned to Earth he was confronted by police and government agents attempting to arrest him for violating the Keene Act, operating as a costumed vigilante (nevermind the fact that if he hadn't the entire human population would have choked to death inside 24 hours). He was, of course, easily able to swat them away with his abilities but when his resistance to arrest caused the crowd to turn on him he decided there was no place for him on the Earth of the 1950s. He flees the Earth into outer space where he makes contact with many alien races and becomes a known quantity among the stars. He doesn't return to Earth until after the beginning of our modern age of heroes, intervening in a battle between Green Lantern and the Secret Society believing Lantern was the aggressor. It's only after that battle where Comet is brought up to speed as to what has changed in his absence and he helps bring down the Secret Society in a series of battles alongside the Justice League.

Afterwards he again leaves Earth, this time on better terms but with the understanding that he is a man out of time who no longer has a place here among normal society. It's after his return and after mankind begins to slowly open itself to alien information that we learn what he's been up to. Stopping an interstellar war here, bringing down a planetary cartel there, becoming the nemesis of an undead cult and the champion of a well traveled galactic space station.

Basically he's become THE most famous Earthling out among the galaxy, to the point that the good impression he has made has brought peaceful contact to Earth's shores on multiple occasions.

I think it bears repeating, after being run off the planet of his birth by an unjust and small minded law he then spent the next several decades up to and including now making the best possible name for the planet Earth to the point that the galactic CLICHE for Earthlings between him, Superman and our various Green Lanterns is that we're all square jawed, justice seeking hero types. He got run out of town on a rail and decided his response was to make us look good!

I don't think we're in the right CENTURY to know all the aftermath of Blake's existence. Not only is he the better part of a century old and seemingly not slowing down an inch but we're just not far enough along to see what kind of legacy he's left us among the stars. When we DO reach that point in our development, WE will be the ones walking through the door HE opened for us in the eyes of uncountable trillions across the star speckled black.

Hopefully we don't waste it.

[00lunect]

♪You're my home♪

Context: Hello world and all who inhabit it! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠). I know it's only been a day since my last post, but I literally finished this drawing yesterday (before the previous post), and today I made another doodle, so I couldn't wait! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠).

But anyway, here's another cute drawing of my OC Pumkin and Branch! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧. This time they're both teenagers. I'd say Pumkin is around 14-16 years old and Branch is between 17-19 years old. Also, yes, I made Branch with facial hair. At first, I was going to leave him without it, but then I looked at it and didn't think he was old enough, so I gave him that beard and those light sideburns. I think it ended up making him look like the young man coming out of his teens, just like I wanted. Or at least I hope so. I also had some issues with the tears. I've never actually drawn tears before, so I'm sorry if it turned out bad. Same with the poses. Poses are hard. :/ But like I said before, I did my best.

Anyway, here's the version of the drawing without Branch's tears or Pumkin's glasses, so you can better appreciate their expressions:

So, if you don't know anything about my OC Pumkin and his relationship with Branch, here are the links to these two posts that will explain the background pretty well. Here's Pumkin's character sheet and her Mini Lore.

Have you checked out both posts yet? :D Okay, let's get to the context for this one.

So, I said in my previous post that Pumkin exists to help Branch with his issue of being the outcast of Pop Village after turning gray (*after Rosiepuff's death) and having virtually no one help him properly. There are several Headcannons that say he was taken in at a young age by various foster families, but the fact that he never regained his colors soon enough or was simply "too difficult" meant that no one felt they could raise him, which led our boy to go off on his own and make his Bunker.

Well, with Pumkin in the equation, Branch doesn't completely lose his colors (which I captured with his palette being closer to the one he has in Trolls 2 and 3), as he still has some family with him, not to mention Pumkin is a very supportive child. She loves her older brother very much and does her best to make him happy, although of course, not in the same way as the other Pop Trolls. She understand him, and while Branch wouldn't like to sing or dance by himself or listen to the villagers, he does like to hear Pumkin sing because she would know what to sing to make him feel better without upsetting him. She would also be careful with the volume, so Branch wouldn't worry too much about being too loud.

Although that's true: they would both end up being ostracized by the village eventually and end up making the Bunker anyway. Branch, because just because he likes listening to his little sister sing doesn't mean he can tolerate the behavior of the other Trolls, and Pumkin because...

Well, let's just say that just because she's not like him doesn't mean she can go along with the other Pop Trolls and let them reject her older brother. She still has Branch as her greatest influence and is especially protective of him, so she may have caused some trouble just to defend him.

And yes, unlike Branch, she's still got her colors intact since Rosiepuff died before Pumkin's first birthday. Meaning, Pumkin doesn't really remember her grandmother except for what Branch tells her sometimes (when guilt isn't consuming him 24/7).

The song she's singing to Branch is "Snowman" by Sia.

And yes, it's a Christmas song and it's also technically romantic, but again, I think with a few tweaks it could easily become a platonic love song. Like the change I made to the lyrics in the drawing. Originally, where it says "'Cause I'm your sister now," it said "Mrs. Snow," but I changed it so it wouldn't sound so weird. XD I also considered drawing it as if they're in the middle of winter and the holidays so the song would fit, but I was too lazy to find them both warm clothes. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

Anyway, I hope you like this post too! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧. Once again, I know people don't care much about OCs, but I'm still going to keep posting my drawings and see what happens.

Oh, and if you were curious about why exactly Branch is crying, here's a doodle to explain:

Translation:

Pumpkin (After learning that Creek upset his brother [again]): "We can't wait for God to do everything..."

Branch: "Pumpkin, put that knife down!!!"

(This is the doodle reference)

[operative079]

DISCLAIMER: All are personal opinions and may be inaccuracies. I was re-watching the MW3 reboot campaign play-through today and was bugged to no end. So I'm ranting. THIS IS NOT TO SHIT ON ANYONE THAT LIKES THE NEW MAKAROV. I’m a Vladimir Makarov IP apologist in any universe. It’s all on the screenwriters.

SPOILER WARNING

MAKAROV’S CHARACTER & REBOOT MW3

The campaign was confirmed to be originally a MW2 DLC, and it feels like it… It’s like they have a checklist of events: bombing the airport, 141 capture Makarov, Soap’s death… and they’re just putting these events in random durations with repetitive playthroughs in between the events. Shoved together and spackled with fanservice and gut-punches with no emotional scaffolding. It’s pacing by brute force. Ticked the tragedy box, tossed the explosion, and went next.

The Two Makarovs

MAKAROV IN THE OLD TRILOGY (Mainly on MW2&3; 2009-2011)

OG Makarov was so impressionable and well-perceived that it partly contributed to the lack of screen them he had. Every time he appears, he succeeds. He rarely appears but appears when you’re distracted in attempts to stop his aftermath, and terminates the player instead. That’s what makes him terrifying; he seemed unstoppable until his demise. It’s intentionality that was put into designing each mission, and his speech that enforced charm in his character. His conviction ticks out atrocities like mere chores.

When he monologues, “All it takes is the will of a single man,” at the beginning of MW3(2011), we believe it.

OG Makarov was terrifying because he didn’t just kill—you never saw it until the world burned. He didn’t monologue to flex. He meant every word. When he narrates, it wasn’t bravado. It was proven truth by that point. The restraint in his appearance made him feel larger than life. We felt his presence in the absence of his body.

MW 2 & 3 was a psychological cat and mouse chase, not just a military one, where we’re always a few steps behind Vladimir Makarov—you weren't facing Makarov head-on; you were trailing behind him, constantly cleaning up the blood while he was already onto the next thing, honing the mysteriousness of his whereabouts and making us wary of what worse he’s capable of.

In the old Modern Warfare franchise, Makarov appeared for a total of approximately 23 minutes across the trilogy.

Suppose his scarce appearance is a double-edged sword, as you can argue the writing lacks character depth; we knew very little about Makarov’s childhood and other backgrounds until he started his military career.

However, you never had to understand him emotionally to be captivated. He wasn’t sympathetic—he was conviction made flesh. The kind of man who “kills” Yuri without blinking because “loyalty” means nothing without absolute submission and stands firmly with his cause (at least in presentation, that he didn’t act remorseful. However you can argue that he didn’t want to kill Yuri and want fate to decide his death by letting him bleed instead.). That cold clarity was his depth. The way his philosophy eclipses sentiment. He believed in the chaos he sowed. Not for attention, not for ego, but because it was necessary in his eyes.

MAKAROV IN MW3 (2023)

I low-key enjoy how Activision approached the reboot version of Makarov. His obsession with time and emphasis on following strict planning is a new take. Even though the OG and reboot share the same IP, they’re two different characters. I don’t mind Makarov killing his subordinate (Ivan) to prove a point and assert dominance by acts of bombing (to be fair, if we’re generalising both OG and Reboot’s actions can overlap to certain degrees).

Reboot Makarov wasn’t bad—it’s that he was built on gold and then left on a scaffolding. You see the core of something magnetic in him: the obsession with time, the ritualistic nature of his act, the crispness of his tone. That’s potent stuff (And thanks to Julian Kostov’s lovely acting). The writers had something. They just didn’t follow through.

They gave him the camera, but not the weight. It’s like watching a blade being waved around without ever drawing blood that means something. I defend his ruthlessness because he’s a terrorist leader, not a misunderstood poet. He should be brutal. That’s what makes his philosophy so chilling. But there’s a difference between writing a cold-blooded tactician and just using him as a dramatic prop.

Like—imagine taking a man obsessed with timing, and then throwing him into a campaign that has no rhythm. It’s ironic in the worst way.

Depth doesn’t mean redemption. It means rationale. Conviction. Internal logic.

In the MW3 reboot, Vladimir Makarov appeared for 23 to 26 minutes, which is nearly half an hour in a campaign lasting between three and a half hours.

More screen time DEMANDS depth; the longer the exposure, the easier it is to spot flaws. This is where details compensate for the presentation. You can’t spotlight a character and not build the scaffolding underneath. When you take a previously mythic figure like Makarov and put him under the lens of modern characterisation—where audiences expect layers, contractions, psychology—you have to compensate for the loss of mystiques with intentional intricacy.

But instead of nuance, we got… vague charisma and half-baked menace. They wanted us to swoon and fear him, but didn’t give us reasons to do either.

CHARISMA VS. CHARM

Charisma: something raw, innate, gravitational. OG Makarov had it in spades.

Charm: an outward performance, a weaponised allure. Reboot Makarov leans more into this—he’s more emotive, and he smiles slightly. But charm needs context to matter. Without a strong spine of motive and clever writing to reinforce it, it becomes style over substance.

The OG and Reboot encapsulate both to some degree, but it’s clear how Activision wanted to write the Reboot Makarov as this charming, dangerous warlord; they gave him more screen time, but I feel like we’ve barely seen his potential before the MW3 reboot campaign.

Collaterally, Soap’s death felt empty. It's the ultimate indictment of their pacing. If one of the core emotional pillars of Task Force 141 falls and barely lands, something’s broken. It didn’t hit because the stakes weren’t earned, and Makarov wasn’t set up as the monster behind the curtain—he was just another player on the board.

[turbo-tsundere]

do u wanna talk about. gonta <3

give me ur small headcanons about gonta :3 the little details that u imagine about him!

Ah, I'm okay with stewing in my own thoughts, since I know headcanons are very personalized things that others might not be too interested in xD But since you're asking, I'll happily share some. Thank you! <3

I'll try to stick to what I consider pure headcanons - some serious, some unhinged - but I'll mix in some theories/interpretations/speculations or inferred stuff too (to me these are distinct from headcanons, which are made up). Anyway.

Gonta's not wearing shoes, because it's uncomfortable, if not painful for him to use those, and he's not aware orthophedic shoes or foot orthoses are a thing. This is kinda based on my own specific experience (due to my condition I'm advised to walk barefoot or only wear special shoes, anything else, esp flat and soft ones, causes my spine to hurt and affect mobility), but living barefoot influences posture, musculature and gait - and modern shoes *supposedly* can weaken our joints and muscles, or lead to contusion if badly fitted - they affect entire posture, so I imagine finding ones that'd be comfortable long-term would be very difficult for Gonta given how he's fully adapted to live without them.

His hair doesn't make sense to me in-universe. Shouldn't it be cut the moment he was rescued? No specific headcanon here, but I wonder if there's a story behind it. Was Gonta afraid of scissors? Is he simply embracing his wild-child origin? Is this a sensory issue? Or is this some proof of neglect on the side of his parents? Or maybe it's really just unruly like that...

I imagine Gokuhara residence to be built in traditional Japanese style. No reason other than to contrast Sonia's implied European princess castle style and Byakuya's modern corporate background. It's prolly not, given Gonta emulates the british gentleman stereotype, but if I were to include it in a hypothetical fic, I'd explain the contradiction with historic Anglo-Japanese style and mutual cultural fascination between the two countries, and depict his family home interior as mix of both styles.

Gonta's tie is made from golden orb weaver spider silk, and thus extremely expensive!

If Gonta wasn't lost in the forest, I like to imagine entomology would become his childhood hobby, while his actual ultimate would end up being something more, hm... conventionally and imposingly "serious" and "impressive", even if still somewhat adjacent to his initial passion. Perhaps neurobiology? Some type of bio-engineering? Dunno, but... He's incredibly academically smart. He learns so fast. Got lost for 10 years, still caught up to others, and by Hope's Peak rules, he'd have to already be in normal highschool to be able to get enrolled. This guy basically speed-runs 10 years worth of education and social adaptation in what I imagine would be 1-3 years tops. So imagine what could've happened if his education wasn't interrupted. What if he moved on (or was perhaps pressured by his family, bc prestige prestige legacy reputation prestige) to some other, "bigger" things? And what he'd be like, personality wise? Would he be... a bit mean, just like his parents? Or still sweet but broken, just in a different way? Maybe he'd be more outwardly cold and cynical, more indoctrinated into the whole Gokuhara mentality, but secretly unhappy about it... Definitely just as concerned about how others see him as he is now, but with a different undertone to it. I think about "Gonta who never was lost" AU quite a bit... (insert multiverse AU where both versions of Gonta meet each other, and see something they'd wish to achieve or lost in one another.)

Gonta's favourite music genre is heavy metal. No reason for this other than his side-interests are often surprising and it'd be really funny.

[ENG localisation assumption/theory] Gonta's much more eloquent in writing than he is when speaking. Reasons being, that in canon, unless he doesn't know a particular terminology, or misses subtext, he actually doesn't have trouble understanding anything people are trying to say, and even though his speech is broken, it's still packed with meaning and communicates clearly. Plus he wrote a book in DR:S, and said something about making it easy and basic for those who'd like to learn about bugs. Aka his passive vs active vocabulary imo has a gap. That's very common for non-native speakers, and could easily be his case given his situation. Tbh I love thinking about his relationship with language, and I don't begrudge localisation like many people do, even though I always stick to original voice-acting, so JP in this case. Learning or re-learning language isn't a linear process, and there can be a lot of unevenness and fluctuation between reading vs listening vs speaking vs writing, or even understanding vs pronunciation skills. Gonta's language skills seem uneven, too, as his longer sentences tend to be less broken than his short ones (my translator friend had interesting doylist opinion about it to my watsonian one), and imo that's cool show-don't-tell indication he's in process of learning. Oh, and realistically, I think he'd have to learn speech from scratch, like Marcos Rodríguez Pantoja did, which I think is the closest real-world example of Gonta's situation.

Gonta's secretly like Goku or Superman, a member of a super-strong alien race who, when he was an infant, was sent to Earth in a tiny space-pod. But due to his severe self-esteem issues he never realized this about himself. I mean, look at the guy, he even has an aura around him at one point. Also GON-ta and GOKU-hara? That's two shonen references within the big JoJo one.

Alternatively, Gonta is one of Rantaro's missing sisters, except now it's a brother (I can't get over how Rantaro's locks seem like short version of Gonta's hairstyle. Both are green haired rich kids too. Hmmm. Suspicious!)

(tbh I don't seriously subscribe to these two origin headcanons, but I DO find them amusing)

I don't really have settled on anything here, but it always fascinated me that Gonta speaks in third person. Why would he do that at his age, when he wants to be a respectable gentleman? Either way, sometimes I wonder if this isn't a form of distancing himself from... himself. Another expression of how little he values himself. After all, talking in third person, culturally, isn't always to appear cute, but also to show humility, selflessness, or distance from one's own ego. What if in his thoughts, he talks to himself in second person? What if he berates himself the way he was berated by others? To further dissociate, to further de-personalise himself. Not sure. But it does make me think, and I'd be tempted to include that motive somewhere.

Like with shoes, this is just me projecting due to my own conditions and experiences, but what if Gonta needs to wear glasses not because of short- or farsightedness, or for pure fashion, but due to mild binocular vision dysfunction? He does look slightly lazy-eyed in some sprites (left eye). Frankly, it's definitely just drawing imperfection, but hey, it's interesting to speculate about such things.

Gonta's reaction to receiving a sweater during FTE ("It brings bad memory"), his sleeping habits, and particular choice of underwear make me speculate whether he has difficulty wearing clothes. Maybe he even hated them at first. In my mind, there's this scene where he's recently rescued, still unable to speak much - he's forced to wear a sweater and things turn upsetting to both him, and the person who attempted to put it on him. Perhaps his mom? Maybe Gonta panics, thinking he'd be restrained, or hating the sensation of scratchy wool on his skin. Or maybe he was snuck up on. He ends up accidentally hitting, or pushing his parent (likely for him, remember the instances with Shuichi almost falling off stairs in FTE, being accidentally pushed onto bed in LH, or knocked out by being run into in Ch2? OMG AND YEETING POOR KIIBO TOO. Gonta has very consistent pattern of getting physically reckless when emotionally agitated). He feels so, so ashamed and heart-broken, when he realises she just wanted to take care of him in her own way. Things sour, and he ends up being looked down upon as feral or uncivilized. Dunno. But that's my headcanon for what this "bad memory" could be. I'd certainly write a scene like that for him, for that delicious angst.

Likewise, I don't imagine retrieving Gonta from the forest as some peaceful and idyllic reunion. It's hard for me to think it wouldn't feel scary, if not traumatic, depending on who would've found him and what methods they used to capture Gonta… or at least deeply confusing and alienating, even if seeing his parents again would make him happy (but would they provide the care and compassion he'd really need at this vulnerable time?). The forest was his home and the whole world at this point, for pretty much the entirety of his conscious memory. And then he's just brought back, and has to accept this is his life from now on, because everyone else acts like it should be. As human, this is where he belongs, doesn't he? And he just rolls with it. Maybe the wrongness of it doesn't even dawn on him, but the impact is there. Again, thinking about the Pantoja case.

I really love how Gonta makes references to FMA or Layton etc., or talks how he enjoyed spy novels, or comedies, and then goes 'oh, gentlemen should do this, or that!" based on those. To me that's a sign that he's mostly left to his own devices, when it comes to learning about social norms. He's trying to self-teach from where he possibly can, and ends up using insufficient or misguided means, in this case, fiction that he enjoys. It's one of the few sources of knowledge that wouldn't make him feel inadequate, so I wouldn't be surprised if he gravitated towards it. Extremely realistic imo, but also sad, as it might subtly imply parental negligence.

My headcanon/theory for DR:S is that Gonta's life is a bit better in this universe. Maybe his family doesn't treat him as badly or perhaps distance and boarding at Hope's Peak helps. But it stands out to me that he doesn't talk all that much about becoming a gentleman there, mostly about bugs. Barely calls himself stupid, too (I remember only one particular event when he does that).

I think that's more than enough. Thank you again!

[kravchikfreak]

I'm sorry if this ask is coming out of nowhere, but I have been looking for posts that talk about how S2 has declined in quality and there have been virtually NONE. Even tags like 'arcane critical' or 'anti arcane' don't show up even though I know there are posts that are tagged with them. I'm losing my mind. Has nobody else noticed this downgrade? The ideas could have been good, but they were not executed well and the whole thing reads like they wrote it really quickly without any real editing and then rushed to get it out. It feels hollow, like we're seeing a botched or unfinished version of what it was supposed to be. What kind of random ass shit is it that an enforcer comes up to Vi and says, "cait said good things about you," and Vi is just like wow you're right, I'm sold! Even though she already knows Cait has a high opinion of her and that wasn't the issue in the first place! Also who was that random homeless man? Why am I supposed to care about these people? Fans get defensive about the pacing and argue that s1 did a lot in a minimal amount of time too, but I don't think they realize that pacing has to do with making something feel organic. Vi's heel turn into becoming an enforcer was not organic. Viktor's two second goodbye was not organic. Both of these things could have made sense if they'd given these moments even just a little more effort or care. There were so many unnecessary scenes that could have been cut out to give more time to things that desperately needed it (like caitlyn's sad wordless montage about her mom. Why did it drag out so long? Her grief is apparent in every other scene. We did not need an entire abstract slideshow of her making various sad expressions.) There's also the animation. The animation is leagues above a regularly animated show, but if you look closely it is actually not as good as s1. There is less detail, the lighting of the background doesn't always match the characters, and there are moments where the lips don't always sync with their voices. These are minor things that I wouldn't usually care about, but for a multi-million dollar show like Arcane? Riot games recently laid off a whole slew of its creative team, too, and I wonder if they've been making similar cuts before that. It would certainly explain the drop in quality. I wouldn't put it past corporate greed to nerf one of the most groundbreaking animated shows in modern media if they thought they could profit more by cutting corners.

I'm sorry to ramble in your inbox as a random stranger, but it boggles my mind that there are so few people mentioning s2's flaws (not including rage bait, which is annoying because it only delegitamizes real criticisms and discussions.) I feel like I'm screaming in the void like is nobody else seeing this shit??

well hello there! first of all, "arcane critical" is what i was looking for when i was writing that post. gonna put it in tags now before i forget

secondly, i love asks! so no need to apologize. thirdly it's a bummer you went under anonym, i don't believe you get notifs for your anonymous asks, so unless you actually hang out on my blog regularly there's a chance you won't see me appreciating your thoughts and agreeing with you (expect for the animation part, cause for me it was great, i have no questions on that regard. but for each their own. i'm a big fun of the dragon prince first season's animation and still sad they get rid of their 13fps style, so...)

anyway, i got bored at the beginning of my rumbling that time and didn't get into some deep analysis but yes, the first season also had events to go fast and forward, but at the same time they made sense. it wasn't rush or dragged, every scene had a meaning and weight

YES to the burial scene. like i get it, it was drawn pretty and it was sad and grey for cait but my god how many hours can we watch vi going away from 317 different angles? i was actually shocked to see her at cait's, cause after 10 minutes of her hiding in the crowd and leaving before cait saw her i was legit sure the show tried to tell us they broke up for now and won't see each other for a while

and it all feels so odd, as if on the one hand writers had too little allowed episodes to work with their ideas, like they came up with all these important story points but had no more screen time to add actual story development between the points, cause the season is like 10 episodes too short to fit a full coherent story. but on the other hand they have too much unused screen time, like they wrote only 5 episodes but they had to make 9 so now we will just fill the equivalent of 4 episodes of free time with mute repetitive long scenes

who the fuck is that mute lizard cop? is he actually mute? or there were no budget on one more voice actor? what's his problem? why he always looks like he's mad at everyone? should i even care he's always displeased? does he even matter? if no, why he has so much screen time and close-up shots? if yes, why he has no meaning or story or character or name? i swear to god, in the first season that one future-junkie dude had more of a meaning and weight in his two minutes scene than these lizard cop and the new jinx's sister during two episodes

and it all would've been fine, really, if it was the first season, or one of these already bad shows that you don't really expect much of. but arcane was a masterpiece, and also we've been waiting for it for three years. so it's the feeling that we know how GOOD it can be, and the feeling that it just chose not to

w....wait... what if they also tried to do great? and failed to do good in the process

or maybe, as you said, just some internal kitchen shit. i never actually follow media creation stuff and staff so maybe that's just it. still not make it all better for me as a viewer who was too excited to learn at 1 am that the act dropped and stayed up until 7am to make sure to watch it before getting to sleep

HEY THANK YOU for giving me opportunity to rumble about it again