#//but cog................ my poor heart...........

[revvywevvy]

waugh why's he so silly.......... silliest girlie in cog nation.............. im gonna boop his saw

[vagabond-umlaut]

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.

▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au

▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Do you know what’s the best thing about work? 

Every evening it ends early. 

Do you know what’s the best thing about home? 

Every evening you’re there.   

Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.  

Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.  

Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.  

Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form. 

Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel. 

You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.  

Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party. 

Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.  

Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.  

Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.” 

“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.” 

Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?” 

The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.” 

The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.  

So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.  

“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”  

Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?” 

Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory. 

“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.” 

“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.” 

“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.” 

The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?” 

A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.” 

“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”  

“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?” 

“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.

“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.” 

Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.  

“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?” 

“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.

“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?” 

Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.  

“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?” 

“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband. 

Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.

  

Do you know what’s the best thing about life? 

Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again. 

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[thegnomelord]

Soap and #12 with cismale reader. I was thinking they have mutual feelings for each other but not in a relationship yet, and some obliviousness mixed in for drama lol

Sure mate, though it ended up more drama than oblivious idiots in love lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: "What, did you think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" "Let's be real, you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

CW:NSFW, Sub Soap, Top male reader, back alley sex, semi-public sex, mild fighting, miscommunication, Soap being a jealous hoe(again)

You and Soap have a . . . thing. You're not quite sure what to call it; You're just comrades, friends, who go out for drinks after every mission and end up messily making out in the back of a bar only to get kicked out when you two inevitably get frisky and near an indecent exposure charge. But it's fine, because it gives you the excuse to go to base and fuck on the bed, or the floor, or the table, or against the wall, or any other semi-flat surface.

But you're just friends. . . or, that's what tell yourself every time your heart pitifully clenches in your chest when Soap smiles, when he laughs and pats your shoulder, when he moans your name so sweetly as you pound into him, when he looks at you as if his world starts and ends with you; because what would a bloke like Soap want with you other than sex? So you try to drown the ache for him by going out with other people, but it's never the same— not in the way they sound, in the way they move, in the way you feel.

Johnny, on the other hand, thinks you're his and his alone.

"I'm telling yea lads," Johnny says as he knocks back a beer, a lovey dovey look in his eyes like he's a lovesick puppy. "Ah've locked him down this time." He grins, and Ghost swears if he has to listen one more time about how big your cock is or how Johnny can still feel you from last time— he'll shoot you both.

"Uhuh," Gaz rolls his eyes, amused at his antics but also happy that he's finally found someone. "Yeah, su-" Something catches Gaz's eyes and he turns his head, the color draining from his face. "-ummmm."

Ghost's eyes quickly flicker over to where he's looking, "Look at that," Ghost gives a rough snort, "Locked your man down so good he's swappin' spit without you."

Soap's immediately sober as a nun, his neck audibly cracking when he swings around to look at you. The sight of you making out with a random girl across the bar has Soap's thoughts turning in his head like rusted cogs, the world almost slowing down to force him to feel all the emotions his brain spits out; Surprise comes first, like being drenched in ice cold water, disgust making his blood feel like tar at the thought of you touching someone else the same way you touch him, hot anger barreling straight through it to make fingers twitch for the trigger of a gun.

But it's the meek hurt that forces his legs to move, striding across the bar like he's on a war path. A rough hand on your shoulder makes you break off the kiss, your world spinning like a kaleidoscope from the booze and sudden force turning you around. Your eyes finally settle on familiar blue ones, but they're cold like the deepest part of the arctic. "Johnny?" You ask.

His name on your lips only makes his scowl deeper, a bruising grip on your arm as he tugs you, "We need tae talk," He spits, glaring at the poor girl you'd been making out with like she's riddled with plague.

You're not given even a second to argue before he's yanking you out the back exit into the alley between the bar and another building. A second later he's roughly slamming you into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of your lungs with a forearm against your throat and ignoring as you choke softly. "Thae fock's wrong wit' yea!" He snarls into your face, more animal than man.

Rapidly depleting oxygen forces your brain to flood your veins with adrenaline and suddenly you're moving, harshly elbowing him in the stomach and ramming him into the stone wall behind him you swear the rock cracks. "Me? What's wrong with you?"

He tries to push against you, your arms scrambling for a solid hold until you end up in a stand still, "What's wrong-" He shoves his face into yours, nearly breaking your nose while hissing like a feral cat, "-is thaet ye're shacking up with some tramp."

"So what!" You demand, a low grunt leaving your lips as you attempt to keep him pinned when he squirms like an eel, "We're just casual-" You force out those words, trying to ignore the stab to the chest your heart gives.

"Casual?" He scoffs and with a swift jerk of his head smashes his skull into yours. You stumble away, black spots dancing in your vision and that's all he needs to grab and switch your positions, pinning you to the wall. "What? D'yea think all those times I kissed you were for shits and giggles?" He demands, a bit of a traitorous hurt making his his voice crack, face pinched in pain.

"Let's be real-" Copper and iron invade your tastebuds, drawing attention to the slow stream of blood trickling from your nose, "-you had a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public."

You feel his body tense, but keep your eyes open as you expect him to punch you, to kick you, to do something to prove what you have is just temporary; pointless bliss.

"Then how'bout ah give yea a clearer message-" He leans in to lick trail of blood on your face before capturing your lips in a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You wretch your hand free to tangle your fingers in his short hair, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces, reciprocating with just as much intensity as you bite his bottom lip until his blood floods your mouths. "Got it through yer thick skull now?" He asks, pulling back just a bit to stare into your eyes.

You don't know what 'it' is, but the kiss and the roughness makes heat burn through your veins, one quick flicker of your eyes confirming he's sporting the same problem in his pants as you are. "Think I'll need more convincing."

Soap yelps when you turn him around, pinning his chest to the cold wall as your hands slide down to his belt. You stall for a second to give him a way out, but he just growls, "Get on with it," So you quickly undo his pants, shoving his jeans and boxers just down beneath the swell of his arse.

"Slut," You chuckle when you catch sight of the black plug nestled between his cheeks, the skin near it still glistening with lube from how messily he'd prepped himself, "Needed me so bad did you?" You ask as you pull the plug out, putting it into your pocket as you push the head of your cock against his fluttering opening.

"'s cause ah love yea, fockin' git." He growls, his words making your brain crash.

"Repeat that," You say, softer, kinder than you usually operate, pressing against him until you're covering his back completely. "Say that again."

He notices your change, the ice in his eyes melting away enough to let him tug your head closer to kiss you, "I love you." The way he says it, like a prayer, like a sweet caress, has your heart melting into a puddle. A dingy back alley shouldn't be the place where you confess your love, but right now it feels like Paris.

"Love you too," You kiss him back and slide into him in one slow stroke, greedily swallowing down his sounds. You let him adjust before setting a hard pace like you know he loves, cock head scraping against his prostate with every thrust. "Really, really love you." You breathe out, watching his eyes lose focus as he lets out little 'ah, ah, ah's every time your hips meet.

"Bonnie, bonnie lad please-" He whines, resting his face against the dirty wall as he moans without shame, forgetting that anyone could walk in on you two and more than likely hear you across the single layer brick wall. "Fock, c'mon, give it to me."

"Yeah, gonna take care of you-" Your hand slides down to rub his cock, squeezing his base every time you bottom out and playing with his head when you draw your hips back so you can plunge back inside him, lust and love lighting up every synapse in your body. "Just say you love me again."

Johnny's eyes close as he falls into a barely comprehensible rambling of 'love you, love you, love you', his body shaking with a building heat in his stomach, precum rapidly lubing the glide of your hand as you fuck him in a harsh pace until with a sharp yell against his shoulder you cum inside him, Johnny following suit as he paints the dirty wall white with his cum.

You feel him collapse against you and have just enough strength left to support you both, though the wall does the brunt of the work. You breathe the same air as you try to get your bearings, both hearts beating in the same speed and rhythm, and Johnny whines when you attempt to shift, hole clenching greedily around you like his body doesn't want you to seperate.

"You know," You say when you've managed to catch your breath, nuzzling into the back of his neck, "There are easier ways to say you love me without biting my head off." You chuckle, as if your heart isn't beating a thousand miles per hour at the knowledge Soap loves you.

He swats at your head, "Oh awa' an bile yer heid." He growls such harsh words before kissing you softly, sharing a silent promise with you.

[djarinova]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

[veritasangel]

i think childhood bestfriend atsumu is so sweet <3

⋆ ˚｡⋆ fempov (reader wears a dress) ୨୧˚ warnings: none

wc: 934

“You look handsome like this.” You say softly as you finish adjusting his tie, flattening his suit, your hand resting on his arm a little longer than usual.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t complimented each other before but something about this moment felt different. 

You clear your throat as you pull away and he so badly wants to pull you back in.

“Don’t I always?” He jokes, a pink blush dusting his cheeks, giving away his true feelings as he nervously clears his throat too, hand fiddling with the crumpled speech in his pocket.

“Can’t believe ‘samu’s getting married.” You say, changing the subject as you lean against his old dresser the one that he'd broken when he was 12 but never told his mum out of fear of the lecture he would receive.

He lets out a small laugh under his breath, “Oh I absolutely can, it's not like he’s been going on about it for months.”

You laugh too as you look around his childhood bedroom, a place you'd been in many times when growing up, “Well I’m just happy that he is, he deserves it."

“Didn’t both our parents always joke that out of the three of us, you’d be the first to marry?” Atsumu adds, brows furrowing as he thinks back to that overheard conversation.

“And look how that turned out, they jinxed me.”

“Pretty sure that’s on you for dating absolute dicks.”

“Hey!” you look at him in mock offence as you give his chest a playful nudge, “Come on, they weren’t all bad.”

“Yeah, name me one who treated you the way you deserved.” he crosses his arms as he joins you in leaning against the dresser, discreetly admiring how beautiful you look when the sun dances across your face.

“Weellll there was this brief thing with a guy called Atsumu Miya, don’t know if you know him.”

He laughs, shaking his head, “No way- We were 15, it doesn’t count.”

“Well I count it.” 

Your eyes meet his and you can see the cogs whirring about in his head, but for once in your life, you have no clue what it is he's thinking.

“You can’t seriously tell me that at your age, the only good boyfriend you had was a lousy few months of messing around with me.” He blurts out, and it would've offended you had it come out of anyone else's mouth, but his.

“Just shows you the extent of my dating life, huh?” you lightly scoff as you brush some lint off his shoulder.

“Maybe you should give me a rerun.”

“A what?”

“You know, if me back then was the best your dating life’s ever had well...this version of me now is a thousand times better already." He says.

“Oh yeah, how’s that?” You can't help but smirk as he leans down closer to you, dangerously close for your poor heart.

“Well I look more handsome than ever, I'm an amazing pro volleyball player with the build to prove it...Money to spoil you with-" A smug grin crosses his face, "Experience…I actually know what I'm doing now.”

You roll your eyes in jest, “You’re funny-”

“I’m not joking.” he cuts you off and you can see in his face that he means it.

“I know I fuck around a lot, but why not, huh?" He swallows, adam's apple bobbing as he does so. "My dating life’s not been great, neither has yours. And let’s not act like there’s nothing between us…You know it, I know it, our families know it, everyone fucking knows it.”  

“'tsumu-”

“Come on, aren’t we just wasting time here? Why not give us a proper chance? The worst that happens is it doesn’t work and we stay friends- Best case? Maybe one day, that bridesmaid dress you’re wearing will be a wedding dress.”

“I think that sounds like a nightmare, imagine your constant snoring.” you joke half-heartedly, trying to hide how that sentence really makes you feel.

“And that’s how I know you don’t hate the idea- because snoring? That's my worst flaw?” He teases, his nose brushing against yours as you look up at him.

“Shut up, it was just the first thing that came to mind.” you mumble, inwardly cursing yourself for your nervousness. Nervousness that should not occur around him.

He cups your face, gently caressing your cheek, “Tell me you’re not tempted to try.” he whispers.

A moment passes before you whisper back, “I’m a little tempted..” 

“A little? Think I can work with that.” he smiles and before you can take back your words, he leans in fully, his lips finding yours and you can't help but instantly give in, melting under his touch as you kiss him back slowly, one hand around the back of your neck as he pulls you in closer.

The kiss is sweet, slow, unrushed as if he's savouring every second. The two of you pull back, giddy smiles on both of your faces as he rests his forehead against yours,

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” he says softly as he closes his eyes momentarily.

“And you’re mine.” you respond with as much care in your words as in his.

He takes a breath as he straightens back up, smoothing down the part of your dress that he'd creased during the moment.

“We should head out to everyone before we get distracted and miss the ceremony.” he winks, his usual confident tone returning. “If you could catch the bouquet at the reception too that’d be really great...no pressure.” he teases with a sweet smile.

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[theangrycomet-art]

The Almanac is a very... interesting read

I have... opinions on some of the behind the scenes world building and what they had planned with S4 (it makes me a little glad the show ended where it did... writers it's bad enough you offed Prowl when you could have had restoring the Allspark be the Key's purpose instead of upgrading Sari- but then to further split up the team whyyyyy)

Anyway, here's Blitzwing and my take on him before the Triple-Changer experiment was done to him against his will and his former partner the cold hearted bitch who did it to him, also pre-op.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

Ramblings (no really- RAMBLINGS) below: I wanted to make this a comic but the Art wasn't Arting

TLDR: Lancer and Blitzwing were taken as prisoners of war by the autobots and Lancer made a lot of bad decisions to try and save his life within they circumstances which directly led to him becoming the first triple changer.

It's a little more complicated than this but basically Blitzwing (then known as Kaltwing) was hurt REALLY bad when he and Lancer were trying to retrieve the Allspark-about partway through the war. Like- missing his legs- wings ripped off- half his face blasted off bad.

So Lancer, or Himmel Lancer as she was then called, tried to put him back together with what she had on hand because she was not about to let her best friend go OFFLINE. This resulted in her basically frankenstein-ing him parts from a fallen tank decepticon's corpse as well as her own parts to try and keep him online.Most notably her own T-cog, as his was damaged and forcing him to attempt to transform at random. Because they were the same Frame type it was compatible enough to stabilize it when she fused the two ports.

Unfortunately, this still left him in extreme agony as Lancer was a RESEARCHER, not a Medic by any streatch of the word. It was one of those times he was pleading with her to offline him that they were caught by Autobots. With Blitzwing barley able to move and Lancer unable to transform, they were fish in a barrel.

The Autobots, after surgically stripping Lancer of ALL her weapons and installing a "contingency clause" protocol, allowed her to continue Blitzwing's "treatment" as well as forcing her to continue such experiments on other captured ‘cons. Many were curious to see where this "project" would go, even if most wouldn't openly agree to it themselves.

This went on for years with Blitzwing being their geniua pig until they reached the final straw for both of the former seekers.

Through a string of luck and incompetence, Lancer managed to achieve the two's original goal and stole the All-Spark right from under Ultra Magnus' nose. She was hoping it would reverse the damage she's done to him, and possibly restore herself in the process, but she was interrupted when the gaurds caught up with her and the contingency clause protocols activated and began frying her from the inside out.

While she was able to stabilize Blitzwing before all this and relieve him of the physical pain he'd been under, it came at cost. Between his fritzing original T-cog and the trauma of having endless, painful operations at the hands of his friend and subsequent the poor treatment from Autobots, his mind broke under the Allsparks "upgrades"z

During the chaos, he manages to break free and slaughters everyone in the facility including Lancer (at least he thought so). He was trying to grant her the clean death she refused him.

(Ironically enough, this damaged her enough for the protocols to think she'd offlined, and thus deactivate on their own).

He escapes back to the decepticons empty-handed and scary the shit out of everyone while Lancer is left to deal with the remaining wrath of the autobots.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Depressed!anon here. Thank you for inspiring me 💜 heres the concept for my goofy lil oc(art coming soon)

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OAKE 13 Model-D, The Ochre City/ Oakley, the Wistful Vivarium!

A multi-die Puppet designed as a moving city, meant to be capable of housing a sizeable population. Well, for the rich, of course. Multiple soul dies were used to make the entire city move, with Oakley at the head, and seven additional soul dies for the legs, windsails, and tail of Model D. OAKE stood for Oct-Alma Automotive Kinetic Environment, with three models being prototyped. OAKEs never made it to full-scale production, due to the immense resource requirements and the fragility of the sanity in the soul dice. Oakley was one such prototype, Model Dragon. 

As 13 M-D, Oakley was old enough to witness the fall of humanity. His immense body contained a giant vivarium, a completely enclosed mobile city. As the other seven soul dice slowly became corrupt and caused the destabilization of the vivarium, Oakley did his best to lead his collapsing body to what he hoped would be a safe haven, before he too gave into madness. He gave up his fight not far from the City of Circuits, an immobile head attached to a rusting hull.

As a rebuilt Puppet, Oakley has a smaller frame, and his own body for once. Now a dragon Animatronic, he can freely roam to his heart's desire, providing a method of fast travel for Pomni when they cross paths. Oakley's one and only wish is to see the world rebuilt.

WOAH

WOAHHHHHH

WOAHHHHHHHHHHHH /VERY MUCH POS

if I had a nickel for everytime someone created a dragon OC with such a fleshed out and intriguing concept for this AU, I would have two nickels

which isn't a lot but it's SO AWESOME THAT IT HAPPENED TWICE AUGH

My brain immediately thought of Shadow of the Colossus for this big guy and I think that's so amazing, I LOOOOOOVE giant creatures colossal beings my absolute beloved I wish we had them in real life but as friends

I'm getting sidetracked I'm just so excited for this concept like WHATTTT, A GIANT MECHANICAL DRAGON THAT'S ALSO A FLOATING CITY?!??! FOR THE RICH!???!?!?! I WANNA SEE THAT SHIT JUST TO WITNESS HOW SUCH A THING TRAVERSES FROM POINT A TO POINT B AUGHHHH THAT SOUNDS SO COOL (but also... very tragic.... 7 dices were used... containing multiple souls... Oh, these poor, tragic people who had to be subjected to such cruelty. I hope they found peace somewhat, if the dices were destroyed)

The concept of fast travel was something I've been considering for this AU too, mostly with the idea of "soul magic + device that causes object displacement" (or more commonly known as "teleportation") BUT NOPE, GIANT DRAGON NOW, LOVE IT, PITCH IT, SELL IT

(also reminds me of The Last Stag from Hollow Knight, would Oakley also be giving Pomni the option to go from city to city? All the major, largest cities of this world are neighbors, and they kinda form like, a weird giant cog)

OH, this makes me SO excited to see your concept art for it. like, oh my lord. Goodness gracious, it's going to be amazing and I just know it. As usual, take your time, don't feel pressured, I await the lad's visual concept with all the patience in the world teehee :3

[thr0wnawayy]

I mean no ill thought here. Your writing of the "post war" is the canon and I have no complains here.

I just...it breaks my heart bc Izu is just a deku now. He is broken and no one cares. He is really alone

All you wrote make sense.

Poor Izu and poor Eri.

Good work. Your writing transmite emotions and makes the reader think...smth the canon never attempted "cool scene, next"

I had to sit for a good while and think out a way to adequately respond to this, so I'll say this:

Firstly, thank you for the kind words. The fact that you deem my work to be canonical to MHA's storyline is some of best praise I think I can be given as a novice writer.

Secondly. I find that unintentionally through my efforts, this continuation spits on every (major) fanon trope we commonly see in fan works.

Eri isn't some innocent, little doll for the heroes to save here. She's a foul mouthed, chronically pained and very complicated individual who isn't receiving the TLC she needs.

Midoriya isn't the boy wonder who people are instantly interested in.

He's not this hyper intellectual who can out-think his opponents and is instantly able to figure out someone's quirk just by it being described to him.

He's a flawed, toxically positive person with a needle point worldview centered on black and white ideals regarding "heroism".

A husk of his former self, a broken man who never grew past his biases or traumas and is now tossed to the wayside.

UA isn't some righteous paradise and it's staff arent these "second parents" to the students. UA is just another cog in the system made to churn out heroes until something comes along.

It does this poorly and this is reflected by their staff.

In a way I feel sorry for these characters because as of right now the only way up, is down.

Yours Truly,

Thr0wnawayy

[saltedcaramelchaos]

Wonderlust theory thoughts !! Just finished the first episode :D (these are very disorganized but we just roll with it)

Troy's first bit is pretty cut-and-dried as far as I can tell, it's very much to show the character in his natural habitat, but we'll probably get more context as the series goes on!

Aside from the character, THE STEAMPUNK VIBES ARE SO COOL AAAHHH!! Using flipbooks as play-by-plays? Whatever that interview camera thing was? Using "cogs" as currency?!? YES PLEASE

Also, I see you May. Where were you going so quickly :eyes:

Runt and the street rats are so interesting to me,,, my first thought was "oh there's poor people even in the 'utopia'", but then they actually were stealing from uplanders iirc!

This implies that Doppler + the gang have some way to get up above, without running into the clockwork soldiers. That will definitely be relevant later.

Also it might end up being important who exactly it was that they were stealing medicine from

Come to think of it, why is it always medicine that's being stolen/transported? It could just be a way to show that the characters are kind and care about others, or it could be emphasizing a deep flaw in the system Reclaim runs on...

side note that moment when runt saw the moon and went "how'd they make that".... ough. I don't think that adds a dimension to the worldbuilding other than the character detail of "SHE'S NEVER SEEN THE MOON BEFORE and most people here probably haven't either", but wow, way to emotionally destroy me with a single throwaway line grizzlyplays

More steampunk gadgets yaaayyy! so far between the clockwork soldiers and the mites, all the security measures up above seem like they go WAY TOO HARD. Is it a way to control people through fear? Do they secretly know there's a whole society underneath? Is it to protect something, maybe those purple stones? Is it just the person making them being unconcerned if people die at their hands? I'm so sure this means something (<-"troy's dad is a villain" truther)

Blink's turn! This man has SO many secrets and I can't wait to learn all of them. What was his relationship to Aeon? Why is he here now? Why is he on the run?

More specifically, he said something to- maybe shopkeeper guy-? about how he can't stop helping people. It sounded like a personal-promise-slash-oath kind of thing. He's clearly already been through character development; in his conversation with Aeon neither of them were happy about how the other has "changed"... that's so fascinating to me, is he a paladin? He does this out of the goodness of his heart, sure, but he sure talks like he's at least emotionally bound to it. What could have happened to cause his adamance that helping people is the right thing to do, and that Aeon isn't doing that?

Speaking of Aeon, I 100% agree with the person that said she got to Troy first. It did strike me as suspicious that he had a whole chase scene with Blink Specifically and not anyone else

From what I caught, the vixens are pretty much the self-imposed policemen/tax collectors of Reclaim! I wonder what the general public thinks of them...

that's all I can think of at the moment! let me know if anything on here has been proven or disproven because I tend to ignore the very obvious details for the character/worldbuilding ones LOL

[rd0265667]

Eunchae x Reader: Savior

TW!Bullying

(NOTE: The depictions of IVE in this story are NOT ACCURATE)

Stream Unforgiven yall

"Will you stop looking? You're so creepy." Kazuha teased, lightly nudging Eunchae on the shoulder, who slowly shook herself back to attention, her focus straying away from the conversation her unniess were having, ending up elsewhere.

"Aigoo, does Eunchae have a crush?" Yunjin giggled, patting Eunchae on the back who shook her head in exasperation, trying to dispel the notion, to no avail

"Aish, they all grow up too fast..." Sakura sighed, before Chaewon began laughing

"I mean, time passes faster when you're as old as you." Sakura and Chaewon began bickering, Kazuha and Yunjin joining in as Eunchae smiled, shaking her head at her unnies antics.

Her gaze went back to where it was previously, as her eyebrows furrowed.

'What are they doing?'

Eunchae gritted her teeth, this wasn't an uncommon sight, and they had been a pest for far too long.

"Y/N!" You sighed, the voice all too familiar to you. Great, I was already having a bad day, what's worse. "What do you want Yujin..." You replied monotonously, looking up to see 6 girls who have made your life in school, interesting "Aish, Y/N, is that anyway to speak to your friends?" Wonyoung questioned, a slight mocking tone on her voice "Friends don't bully their friends now, do they?" You slowly went back to your food, before Gaeul snatched the bowl in front of you, slowly slurping up your noodles You clenched your fist, glaring at them but exercising your self control to the best of your ability. With a content sigh, Gaeul set the bowl on the table "Besides, Y/N, we're here to help you!" She pulled out a bouquet from behind her back, as you cringed at the sight of it "See, we found this in your locker just now, and we were just thinking, hmm, what happened to poor Y/N?" Gaeul asked mockingly, throwing the bouquet in your face. "Which rejection is this?" Yujin asked out loud "Hmm, Karina, Chaeryoung, Hikaru, Yeji, Minju, 6th one this year then." "Aish, that's so pathetic, seems you like so many people, if only there were someone who liked you, so who is the new one?" Gaeul taunted, as you turned away, anger seething but calming yourself down. Gaeul was right though, you had a bad habit of falling too easily. They'd just help you out, smile at you, and you'd fall, just like that, following them like a lovesick puppy, till you eventually get rejected.

Haewon was the recent one you fell for, you worked up the courage to tell her, only to get rapidly friend-zoned. Turns out, You have many many friends. Infatuation often hit you hard, but honestly, all you wanted was to love someone who loved you back "Leave me alone, Gaeul, please." You groaned, grabbing about your pockets to see if you could get something else, your hunger not yet sated. Nothing. Great. "Aww, but why? We're friends Y/N, we're hanging out with you!" She laughed, roughly pushing you towards the other girls, as you stumbled, struggling to catch your balance, the bouquet nearly slipping out of your hand. "Hey, you found it!" You turned your head in confusion as you saw a girl from your homeroom running to you. Hong Eunchae, you think to yourself.  She quickly wrested the bouquet from your hands, before clinging onto your arm, taking a deep whiff of it. "Why haven't you texted me! I've been waiting for your text for so long!" She tugged at your shoulder, pouting as she stared at you, your heart's pace quickening "I'm sorry, who are you?" Gaeul questioned, a little confused at what was going on. "I'm Hong Eunchae, Y/N's girlfriend." She explained, as the cogs in your head started to slowly spin, if this was going to get the 6 of them off your back, you'd be more than willing to play along. "Sorry, Eunchae-ah, I'll be with you soon, I need to go get some money from my bag to get some food." You said, as you walked towards the locker, the 6 girls in front of you rolling their eyes, walking away, their fun ruined. You smiled to the girl still clinging onto your arm as the 6 girls walked out of your sight, silently thanking the gods for a saviour. Kudos for sending such an adorable one too. "Thank you, Eunchae-Ssi." You bowed, as she waved her hands. "No worries, and you can just call me Eunchae!" She said, smiling brightly as she still clung onto your shoulder "Sure! I need to go get my money now, so..." You slowly tried to withdraw your hand, skinship with someone you had few interactions with wasn't something you were used to, but Eunchae refused to budge. "Nonsense. I saw Gaeul take your food just now, I'll get you another bowl, you just get seated at with my unnies alright?" She insisted, tugging at your arm as she walked you to the table, seating you next to her vacant seat as she walked over to the food shop. You smiled awkwardly at the 4 girls at the table, 3 of them smiling at you, one not as much. You recognised one of the smiling girls to be Yunjin, you have Literature together, and you partnered with her for a project once. "Hey Yunjin!" You greeted, the girl lighting up at the fact that you still remembered her. "Hey Y/N! It's nice to see you again. Just a quick introduction, this is Kazuha, Chaewon and Sakura." You bowed to each of them, as they all greeted you, Chaewon doing so a little monotonously. Sitting at the table awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, before Chaewon whispered ominously to you, "Break her heart and I break you."  Before you could ask what that was about, Eunchae quickly set the bowl down, beckoning you to eat, though in your periphery, you noticed Sakura lightly nudging Chaewon. Hmm, wonder what that's about? Regardless, you had 5 minutes before class started, so you wolved the meal down, as the 6 of you got up from the table, ready to head to class, before you stopped Eunchae, who beckoned the rest to go to class

"Thank you for earlier Eunchae, I owe you one." You thanked, as Eunchae smiled back. 'She's cute' "How bout I cash that in now?" Eunchae questioned, as you tilted your head in confusion "Let's go out, together." Eunchae took a deep breath, looking nervously at you "You mean like a date?" "I guess?" Eunchae asked, her nervous tone not lost upon you. "Umm, sure!" You said, as Eunchae's face lit up, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she giggled. "Give me your phone?" She stuck her hand out, before keying her number into your phone, before handing it back to you. "Now close your eyes!" A little suspicious, you still obliged, before feeling Eunchae taking your hand in hers, lifting it, before kissing the back of your hand "I'll see you around Y/N!" Eunchae shouted out, before running to her room Still stunned, you took your phone out, seeing Eunchae's number, saved as "Girlfriend hopefully?"

You chuckled to yourself, perhaps your savior could be the one for you

[ladygreenwithenvy]

Holding Hands With the Watchman of the Underworld

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Category: Fluff

Characters Included: Idia Shroud, Prefect (Gender Neutral)

Oneshot Prompt: During a regular day of spending time with the Ignyhide Housewarden, you opt to hold his hand... kinda.

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The repeated press of key buttons echoed through this quiet room. It was a sound that you found yourself grown used to, and that very sound derived from Idia's keyboard.

You've heard this sound in many types of ways. You've heard it endlessly when Idia's focused on an essay for one of his classes.

You've heard it when he was absolutely finger blasting the poor keyboard when arguing against an idiot he was stuck playing with in a competitive game (it was those very games that you had Idia promise he'd stay away from for a while until he learns to manage his temper. You already know he broke that promise by just playing them when you're not around).

And now you were hearing the sound of the soft keyboard and mouse in a different way. This time, you hear it every once in a while. The mouse was a big contender in the new farming game he was obsessed with.

He was quiet, his amber eyes looking into the screen relaxed as you sat next to him. You were watching as well, delightfully entertained by the pixelated graphics of the little town the protagonist has recently moved into.

It was then that you saw his left hand was not busy. It was resting next to the keyboard while his right hand used the mouse to guide his little avatar to where it needed to go.

Without much thought in mind, you found your right hand mindlessly reaching out for his.

Before you knew it, you grabbed his pinkie, and all of a sudden you swore you saw a bright pink night light on your side.

You pulled his hand towards you and set it down on your lap. Once it was there, you took charge and wrapped your index finger around his.

"... U-Uhm... Prefect... I'm gonna need that back in a bit..." He warns, followed by a nervous gulp as he tries not to panic any further.

"That's okay" You say, looking at the screen with a relaxed expression on your face. You were delighted that he was okay with you touching him like this.

It meant that he had grown, and you were proud of him for it.

You would be calm and patient for him.

In your heart, there was no rush.

When he was ready for more than this, you were to welcome that with open arms...

... Or maybe just an open palm.

You knew that this particular issue was a very long level in Idia's eyes... But you had promised him to be there once he reached that flag pole.

"Once you're done, think you can hold my finger again?" You asked.

You could see the cogs in his maverick genius mind turning, trying to choose for the right choice in this otome game-like scenario.

"..... I-I can try..."

Author's Note

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Ahh, it was a bit shorter this time around...

This one isn't new like the last one with Azul, I had made this real quick originally for a friend, but I thought it'd be nice to post this somewhere else.

I'll probably actually be doing that anyway, posting old one-shots so that they have a place to go instead of just collecting dust in Google docs and Discord chats.

Hopefully they'll be a bit longer (probably not if those older fics have that habit of just going straight to the point...)

[bloodbrown]

I'm gonna offer a little morsel to chew on that's been driving me insane😳 for your consideration, imagine on the off chance P manages to take an actual break at the hotel, not just a quick round of chats with everyone, or weapon/strength upgrades, but a full on extended break.

And during that break he discovers he's got a love of reading, and just so happens to gravitate towards the sweet and sappier type of books! (He of course reads anything that piques his interest, but for the sake of this thought I'd imagine that he keeps to these softer books as a sort of escape from the horrors beyond the hotel!🥺)

And in these books he keeps learning about all the ways in which humans and characters show affection: The plethora of darling terms of endearment or the meaningful warmth that comes from a special nickname, the endless tiny ways to show concern or care. It's the gentle kiss placed on the inside of a wrist, giving someone your umbrella/overcoat when the rain or chill is too much, looking into someone's eyes and being so whole heartedly lovestruck it makes your chest ache and heart thump a fierce pace.

(I think he'd get really caught up on the concept of when a couple is heading to bed one will often sleep on the side closest to the door, that even when asleep they want to shield their beloved🥺)

After his discovery I honestly think he'd become a bit of a mother hen, doting and even a dash fretful at that! He once saw you make your way down the stairs of the hotel without holding onto the railings, nearly tripping and straining your ankle. You try to pull that stunt after he's read his books? Right in front of lover boy? You are getting a glower and have a choice to make, either the railing or his hand, you have to hold one! >:(

I'm telling you, he may be made out of rigid cogs and unfeeling metal, has single handedly ravished droves of enemies and terrors, but this man has sugar glass ribs and a jelly heart, so unendingly sweet and warm, and if he could I bet he'd open his chest and give you his very own heart, hoping you'd see how the pace of its ticks speed up, just for you.

I have so so many more sappy sweet thoughts, and I hope it wasn't an annoyance to get such a behemoth of an ask, but from one P enjoyer to another I wanted to send something in! <:) I hope you're doing well, and have a wonderful rest of your day/night! ^^ (Oh and!! just wanted to say that I love all of the writing and hc's that you do for the mad lad, you capture him wonderfully!🥺)

I absolutely love the idea that P realizes he should get a day off like everyone else. He's worked to the bone every day, poor guy. And can't imagine Geppetto would be too happy about his Ergo-harvesting puppet realizing that he can take breaks lol

And P would totally take romance novels to heart, I bet he'd also take to writing little love letters and leaving them around for you to find... even if his handwriting is less than stellar 🥺

He is such a bleeding heart of a man, and I say this with the ultimate amount of affection.

Also I'm never annoyed by asks, even long ones, most of the time they make my day 🐸

[nuhackearney]

Fic: At A Loss

For @romanthereigns and anyone else feeling a little blue over LA's loss tonight. I said I wouldn't go here, but here we are...(aka, LA Knight x Reader)

You get people drinks, you pick up towels, you watch over equipment...yeah, you're pretty much a go-fer, but you adore your job! You get to travel, meet interesting people and you work for one of the most entertaining businesses in the world - the WWE!

Sure, the superstars don't know your name and you're not famous or anything, but you're an important cog in a big machine and you know your worth.

...you also know you have a helpless, stupid, unbelievably bad crush on LA Knight.

...yeah.

You're into him.

Too bad that, just like everyone else in the biz, he'll never notice you. Hell, he doesn't even know you exist.

Or so you think.

You're on hand for Crown Jewel. The energy is high, the activity chaotic. You've never dashed around so much in your life! Water bottle for Sami Zayn here, a boom for a member of camera crew there, and so on and so on.

You manage to catch snippets of different matches, but as a whole it's hard to keep up. Right until the very end. The end where the Bloodline yet again interferes and yet again help Roman score the win.

...which means LA lost.

It's a sobering realization. You were really rooting for him - even aside from your ridiculous one sided crush - you were hoping for someone to finally dethrone the Tribal Chief.

But, yet again, disappointed.

Poor LA, you think, but you know better. He's a big strong guy, he'll bounce back, no skin off his nose. He's the Megastar, everyone says his name and everyone knows it's his game. He'll be fine.

Again, or so you think.

Until, very very late into the evening, as you go to clean up one of the messy break rooms and you come across him. It makes your breath bottle in your throat, the sight of him sitting on one of the cafeteria tables, his head in his hands.

He's fully dressed now - brown leather jacket, 'Yeah' shirt, jeans, and boots. A totally different look from what he wore to the ring tonight. He must hear you come in, because he lifts his head to turn and look at you.

You clear your throat and offer a weak wave, even as you manage a near toneless, "I'll, ah-? Come back later..."

The plan is to stealthily back out, but he sits up straight and gestures to you, "Naw, naw - come on over, y/n."

His voice is loud, but more somber than you've heard it before and he? He said your name? You carefully ease further into the room and walk towards him, your fingers sort of nervously playing with one another as you get closer, "Um? You know my name?"

"Sure. I've seen you at lots of shows. They call your name all the time for shit. Ice packs, sandwiches, hairspray - there anything they don't have you fetch?"

You shake your head because he's not wrong. Again, you know your role. Maybe that's what he needs? Your go-fer skills? And you're about to ask if you can get him something when he asks quietly, "Think you can get me a second shot?"

This makes you seize up, "What do you mean?"

He lets out a huff, "Guess you didn't see me lose out there."

You don't know what to say.

He does, "Oh yeah, a big ol' 'L'. Granted, Roman's boys stuck in their noses again - Solo making a stink at the front, Jimmy in the back, but the end results just the same."

You've never seen him so serious before, so-? Well, melancholy is the first word that comes to mind, and the thought twists your heart into knots. You want to reassure him. Say something cool or clever, but your tongue is numb as he runs one hand over his five o'clock grizzled chin, "I dunno. Maybe I've been fooling myself. Fooling everybody."

"That's not true!" You blurt it out so quickly you almost don't realize you're the one who said it. But then his blue eyes swing to you and it's like a laser slicing you in half, that intense focus of his.

You clear your throat and feel your cheeks heat even as you keep your eyes averted when you talk, "You're-? You're the real deal. I know it. I feel it."

You know he's still looking at you and you feel a little sick and your heart is beating double time but you press on, "Yes, you didn't take the gold this time, but everyone is still behind you. Everybody is still saying your name, chanting for you - you're a superstar, you're a champion!"

"Yeah?" And he asks his normally rowdy catchphrase in a wry, teasing way that only makes the heat in your cheeks worse and god, this is torture. Does he know you have a crush on him?!? Is he possibly teasing you to death?

Being on the business end of one of his BFT's would be kinder...

"Yeah." You cough into one hand so that you can try and subtly rub away some of the heat from your skin, "So, y'know - you'll win. Get the gold you deserve. It's only a matter of time."

"Matter of time, huh?"

You nod and finally risk looking at him. He looks deep in thought and it's almost as if you can read his mind, "I-? I know you have been waiting for a long time already. But... it's going to happen. I promise."

There's a beat of silence between you and then, out of nowhere, he throws back his head and laughs. It's a happy sound and attractive laugh lines appear under his eyes as he reaches out a hand to you and ruffles your hair.

Such a simple and silly action shouldn't be so stimulating, yet here you are, practically melting under it as he rubs warmly and gently at your scalp, "You know what, y/n? You're right. It IS going to happen. YEAH."

The last is said loudly and with his classic jovial tone as he withdraws his hand and he stands up to get down to your level, albeit he still towers over you, "Not only 'cause you promised me, but because I promised myself! I just needed the reminder!"

"Oh!" You offer weakly, breathlessly, "Uh, good! Glad I could help!"

Your next plan is to turn and scurry away because you're sure that's what he wants, because that's what everyone wants after you've helped, but he freezes you with a, "Now wait a minute, you ain't leaving, are ya?"

Your eyes go wide with confusion even as he offers you the kind of saucy grin you've only seen from afar, "'Cause I could still use your help."

"Y-you could?"

"Sure." He eyes you up and down, "I need somebody to go out and eat with me tonight. Need somebody to test my kavorka on. Make sure it's still working."

It is, trust me! Almost pops out of your mouth immediately, but this time you manage to hold the words back, instead giving him a demur, "Alright."

"There we go." He throws one arm around your shoulders and gives you a little squeeze, "Hey, stick with me, kid and I promise you, you'll get what you deserve!"

While you're positive that he thinks you deserve a better job or pay or something along those lines, you honestly hope that you get what you want more than what you deserve.

Hell, you're actually getting what you want right now.

A night out with LA Knight?

YEAH.

[togetherhearted]

Dating headcannons for the characters from lies of p?

How they met,how they got together, etc.

Sure sure!

As always characters are chosen by my good friend randomizer. I never know who to choose so I let destiny do it for me 😅

PINO,RED FOX AND VENIGNI DATING HEADCANONS

-You met Pino in a very old-fashioned way. Him saving you from peril.

He would take you to the hotel just to be sure. Krat's streets are not safe.

-Pino starts to feel weird around you and wants you to know about it. He asks his father, then Sophia. Everyone gives him the same answers.

He might be in love, a human emotion. He decides to go for it. Hence, he tries to confess with a heart shaped paper.

-A relationship with Pino is possible but not an easy one. The poor puppet is still adjusting to his cogs moving in a weird way around you, but he finds the sensation pleasant.

-You met the Fox while running with something you stole from the Black Rabbits. She watched you try to find a place to hide in the streets of Malum District. Before it could be too late she got you out of trouble.

-You often bumped into her, and she seemed to flirt a little with you. It became more obvious with time, and it flustered you a bit.

Eventually, she got to your heart.

-Being with the Fox is fun. She's got a playful personality and you can both provide and indulge in a little bit of vanity with your ability to steal and bribe.

Of course, Cat is always by your side as well, making sure you are ok.

-The two of you met at the Hotel. You found refuge there thanks to Antonia. Lorenzini joined a bit later. You immediately recognized him as that famous Venigni:The owner of the factory and he seemed pleased you knew about him.

-The man courted you in the old-fashioned way. He was a pleasant figure to have around, and he made your heart throb easily. If he could, he would spoil you but right now lavish gifs were out the picture. You were ok with it. The heart was more important.

-You found a true Gentleman in Venigni;one who took the act of service to heart. He was a very affectionate lover;he probably talks to much but you could stop him with a kiss, leaving him a bit flustered.

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Hello! May I request Yan!Poe?

Yan!Poe HCS

WC 767

Ohoho hehe when i saw this in my inbox my mind just clicked and formed a smile, while it wasn't specific, i’ll settle with headcanons for now. i may or may not have gotten carried away so have all of this word vomit.

also thank you anon for being my first request! <3

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However you meet this man, just know behind his hair covering up his eyes, those pretty violet eyes are shining with stars in awe. He’d be tensed up, hands with a tremble to them, oh how could he get so lucky? His reaction would probably be brushed off as his shyness reacting to someone new, but just know it's so much more and the cogs in his head are working on every possible future with you. Even though all you did was give Karl back to him or apologize for bumping into him, you’ve won his heart. 

Please do expect for a special raccoon to hunt you down with a letter from poe, going on about how he’d love to know you more or just something to meet you again. Blissfully unaware of all the other unsent letters showing Poe’s fast in obsessed love downfall. Every possible date idea, every way he could win you over, or even kidnap you and never let you go like a pretty doll. It's all scrambling in a way that sends him over the edge of obsession in a void he can't get out of because every other thought is you.

Also, don't mind if you feel as if you're always being watched, it's just a safety precaution i'm sure! Oh right, back to the mention of kidnapping, it can go two ways. One where you delay the kidnapping or you get kidnapped early on, there is no preventing this. First scenario, you’re actively hanging out with him, also be aware you’re gonna get a lot of stuff that he’ll just buy for you, it won't be as strong for the first few outings but the rest you’re gonna come home with a lot. Poe’s definitely the gift giver when it comes to trying to make you fall for him, he knows what he's doing. However I do feel as though it would be kind of impulsive when he buys you something, because really, he knows he can't give back what you’re so willing to give to him with your presence. Happily smiling when your eyes linger for too long on all the stuff bought. I feel like it would take him a good while to realize that, you are in fact, not dating yet, but at the same time i’d think he would be somewhat aware in the back of his mind. The epiphany jolting back everytime the day is over, the urge to keep you forever in one of his books or his mansion gets really convincing overtime. 

Scenario two, it will happen so much faster than the previous scenario, as much as i want to give it, “oh don't trust any books that happen to be left on your porch!” I think that's just too simple. But at the same time I'm aware that if I do go into detail it will just be how you’re being watched and how you’ve gained a friendship with Karl. So really, it's just a matter of simple stalking by an emo and his raccoon, along with at any moment a book could show up at your steps while you're blissfully unaware. However, I feel like this is the worst option because I don't think he’ll ever let you out of that book, while in the first scenario you could have more freedom in that mansion of his.

Apart from the possibility of never getting out of a book, I do think he would try to make you two live a normal life even if the light in your eyes is fading. This will most likely lead to several breakdowns on Poe’s part with some doubts but he’ll keep on trying to make you love him back. I remember someone suggested in their headcanons that this man is likely to send Karl away if you interact with the raccoon more than him. Honestly I see it, trying to get closer to an animal who likes you but not as obsessively as his owner. So you take that to try to gain some normality back then the poor thing is sent off on a playdate because Poe got overly jealous. I do think Poe would be aware that what he's doing is wrong but he thinks that he can make it up with buying you what you want, spending even more time with you, just doing his best to make you happy overall. 

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tw vampire whumper, suggestive stuff (duh its vampires), mind control mention, dubcon biting mention, noncon touching, restrained and cornered

It was so easy. So infuriatingly easy. Humans flocked to them with eager expressions and movements that seemed just a little off, as though they weren't in full control of their body. They wanted a piece of death and they were ready to give a piece of their own in exchange, they clung to their shirt and turned their head to the side insistently, begging to be bitten.

It was infuriating, because Helle had been just like that, once. Stupid. Naive. Helpless under the spell of a creature ready to devour them whole.

Usually, the pain broke the illusion for a split second. The human would gasp as their teeth sank deep into their neck, and for just a moment, Helle could feel their regret and fear — then they would fall back on the comfortable cushion of the venom entering their system, lulled into a false sense of security as they were slowly drained of their blood.

They were fed up with trickery. They were fed up with stupid mortals, they were fed up with trying not to cause a commotion in the shadows, they were fed up. Using charm and venom was the preferred way of hunting by many, but it certainly wasn't a hard and fast rule. They had speed, they had strength, and they had decades if not centuries of pent up bitterness that they would unleash upon the next lone human that happened to be unfortunate enough to cross their path.

It only took a moment to grab the unsuspecting thing, slamming him against the wall of a dark alleyway right out of some cheap horror. His struggles were entirely in vain as Helle pinned him against the cold bricks, one hand holding his wrists above his head while the other covered his mouth.

There it was. Fear. Terror. Something humans should've felt when looking at them. The poor thing's muffled cries and ridiculous struggle only reassured them that this method was leagues better than the one they had been taught, and they bared their fangs in a grin, revelling in the power.

"I'll take my hand away if you promise not to squeal," they cooed. "And if you do, well... there's worse things I can do than prevent you from speaking."

The human swallowed audibly, clearly using all of his restraint to bite back the sobs and slowly nod. Helle could appreciate the effort. They carefully removed their hand, pleased to find that the human did in fact stay quiet like they'd ordered, despite his very obvious desire to scream as loud as he could in the hopes that someone would come to his rescue. Helle could hear his heart pounding in his chest like a scared rabbit's, his breaths coming quick and shallow as he stared up at them, his fear almost palpable.

Well... not almost. As their fingers gently trailed along the human's neck, they could feel that rapid pulse, blood rushing just beneath the surface, rich, delicious, all theirs. Not offered this time, but taken by force, something they imagined would make it all the sweeter.

"Tell me," Helle began softly, tearing their eyes away from the human's neck and meeting his terrified gaze, "do you wish to be bitten?"

The stupid thing was shaking like a leaf, and Helle could hear the cogs desperately turning in that empty little head of his; trying to work out the correct answer with nothing but pure instinct. Prey weren't made to be asked questions, clearly. But they had to know, they had to hear that this was all against the human's will, they had to hear him admit it as though it wasn't clear as the day they couldn't enjoy anymore.

"There's no trick to my question, human," they went on, voice still smooth and patient. "I'm merely looking for an honest answer."

The human's fingers curled and uncurled uselessly, his arms finally going completely limp in their hold. He took a shuddering breath, exhaling slowly before he spoke in a hushed whisper; the threat of worse things still lingering in his mind, no doubt. "N-no, I– I don't, please, p-please, I just– I just wanna go home, please..." The tears started up again, and Helle licked their lips at the sight. "Are– are you going to kill me?" he forced out.

"Kill? No, not kill..." They leaned in, breathing in the scent of the human's delicious blood. "Scare, maybe. I seem to be doing very well in that regard."

"I, I'm already very scared," he confirmed right away, his desire to appease them driven not by magic but self-preservation. "I don't think I can be a-any more scared–"

"Perhaps not. But you can be in pain for me... you'd sound very pretty, wouldn't you?" They kissed the human's neck, relishing the shiver it elicited. "But not too loud, now. I can still change my mind about sparing you."

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