#> love the way they both react to getting a hug its make so emotional. joshuas so glad to receive affection n dion is so surprised

[waloeders]

gm

thinkin of them <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiii how are you? Could i please request a jealousy fic with jason and dick, like how would they react? What would they do about it? I'm sorry its reallyyy cliche, but i love it anyway💕

Hi anon! I’ve been fine, been taking lots of power naps whenever I can, especially after work, but I’ve fine.

Jason’s jealously more or less comes from a place of insecurity.

He fears that one interaction with the right guy/ girl/ whomever would be enough to make you see that there were better options out there than him.

He never doubts your loyalty to him, never. He wasn’t that pathetic. He just didn’t trust everyone else that even looked at you in the same light as he did on the daily, and it was extremely evident when Jason didn’t like the looks of someone; Furrowed brows over narrowed judging eyes, his form practically towering over you protectively as he stares down the person whom he believes might take you from him.

His protectiveness tends to spike up periodically the moment he see the person get a little too close for comfort and he would clench his jaw to prevent himself from saying something he might regret later on; Jason tries to restrain himself for your sake but it was blatantly obvious that he was on the brink of exploding.

So when you both got home Jason didn’t waste any time in letting you know how he felt during the entire interaction after having forced himself to hold his own tongue.

‘Did you find that person attractive?’ He’d ask.

‘No.’ you said. ‘were you jealous?’

‘I thought me staring down the poor bastard was evident enough.’ Jason scoffs and you hugged his waist all the while pressing reassuring kisses at the base of his neck, when his hands reached to hold yours and intertwine your fingers together.

‘I know that you know I love you very much, no one else catches my eye when I have you,’ you reassured as you pressed another kiss to his neck, ‘my beautiful boy, my beautiful jay birdie.’ You added in a whisper as Jason felt the last remnants of jealously fade away into the background with every kiss you gave him.

‘Are you sure you can see yourself being with me? long term I mean.’ He then says as he squeezed your hands in his search of comfort from you and it broke your heart when he didn’t see himself the way you did, but you were more then willing to kiss and cuddle away his troubles if it meant reminding him of his worth.

‘Without question.’ You confidently told him, squeezing his hands. ‘I don’t see myself with anyone else but you because even though you may not think it, you are more then enough and you are not broken, to me you are whole and you are perfect.’ You finished by pressing a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and resting your head there as you focused on his breathing.

‘Can…can we just forget about all this and just cuddle like any other cliche couples do?’ Jason asked, finding himself feeling a lot better upon hearing you laugh against his back as a smile crossed his face.

‘Sure big guy.’ You replied. ‘We can go cuddle now.’

And with that Jason was quick to pick you up in his arms and carry you off towards the bedroom where you inevitably feel asleep in the other’s arms, happy and content.

Dick wasn’t one to speak up on his emotions much, which was something that he knew he could better work on for the sake of your relationship with him.

He’s seen himself in the mirror. He knows his own appeal very well but physical appearance were secondary to you as it was his personality that won you over in the end. However he knew that beauty was subjective and that one day you might come across someone more physically appealing than him.

He’d act as though nothing was wrong but if you could easily tell something was off by just his stance alone, crossed arms over chest and a look in his eyes, as though he was trying to deduce the person you were trying to have a civil conversation with.

He may stand close to you and put a hand on your waist or throw an arm over your shoulders, pull you into his side and press a kiss to your forehead with a smile plastered across his face, but he wouldn’t say a word in hopes that would be enough to get across to the person that you were very much taken.

Upon arriving home however, Dick acts he wasn’t even remotely jealous to begin with, despite the glaring fact that he very much was.

‘Me? Jealous?’ He asks incredulously but upon seeing your face, he knew that this act of his had long since stopped working the moment you grew the ability to read him.

‘Yes, you were and you weren’t even trying to make it discreet at all.’ You told him as you settled aside your things on the kitchen counter and sighed. ‘I just wish you would talk to me about these things so that we could get this together like couples should.’

Dick frowned as he moved next to you and gently took your hand in his own, caressing it. ‘I know and I’m sorry that I haven’t been more open and honest with you it’s just-‘

‘You find it difficult to do so I know.’ You cut him off, looking him in the eyes. ‘I don’t blame you for that and I never would, you know that but I just wished that you trust me more to speak to me about these things.’ You tell him as you squeezed his hand. ‘I only want to help you.’

Dick kisses your forehead. ‘I know you do and I appreciate it very much.’ He whispered against your skin. ‘I just don’t know what you see in me sometimes, nor do I understand how you could have possibly put up with me as long as you have given how closed off I can be sometimes.’ He adds as he pulls away, his heart weighing heavily in his chest as he awaits your response.

‘I stay with you because I love you stupid.’ You said softly as you bumped his shoulder with your own. ‘And maybe because Hayley is too cute a pup to ever leave.’

‘I had a feeling Hayley was a major factor in you staying.’ Dick laughed. ‘Can’t say I blame you though, she is indeed very cute.’ He adds as he looks over at the staffy, who was very much fast asleep in her little bed in the living room before looking back to you with gentle eyes. ‘But I’m glad that you did stay. I love you too, dummy.’ He utters softly as he nudged you with his shoulder, vowing to himself to do better by you from this day forth.

[slasherstories123]

Hii this is the first time I make a request. Can you make slashers(your choices hehe) react to S/O making a plushie that look just like them? Thank you :)

Slashers reaction to their S/O making a plushie of them

Paring: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair,Lester Sinclair, and Brahms Heelshire x reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @sleepypersonblog @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @pink-apollo @charliedawn @emychan @slasherscrybaby @l0sercat

A/N: When you said dolls it made me think of crochet dolls, but if not then I’m sorry😭💗

Jason Voorhees

Very curious. He's curious about the process of you making the plushie once tibeas given to him.

Jason loves the plushie, even carrying it around like it’s his own child and will even sleep with it besides his teddy bear that was given by his mother.

He’ll hug you to no end as his way of saying thank you

If you were to make another plushie he’d want to watch you make it so he could make one of you, it was terribly made but it was his first time… and it’s the thought that counts

He’ll be forever grateful because it’s the fact that you wanted to make the plushie and haven’t had any sort of gift in years ever since his mother was killed, it’ll possibly even make him emotional just the thought of him receiving any gifts after being called a monster or freak.

Michael Myers

He’s giving you so many head tilts of confusion

All he can think about is why? Why are you making it, he knows you love him, but that far to make a plushie?

He’ll keep it of course but you won’t see him around with it, he probably has it put up on your dresser.

Will he stare? Yea. He’ll stare at you through the whole process of making it. Once it’s done he’ll definitely see something missing. Going in the kitchen to get the largest knife and give it to you.

You’d have to stifle a laugh and make a large knife that will fit the doll to fit his liking, handing it up to up for his own approval.

He’d take the doll and hold it by its head. Placing it on his shoulder.

He’d walk around the house with it on his shoulder, surprisingly, it doesn’t fall off.

Vincent Sinclair

Loves it.

Vincent keeps anything you give him, even if it’s a a half head flower you saw outside he’ll keep it even if it’s shriveled up into nothing

At first he’s curious since he never knows you could make things like he could. Once you show him how you do it, just know he’ll also make you one as well so you both can have plushies of each other

He’s rather good at it for the first time but often cuts his fingers so you’d have to stop him just to patch them up or to make sure he isn’t bleeding

He’ll often watch you make them since it’s satisfying in his opinion to watch. Just have music play in the background while you work he could stare for hours and not get bored at all.

Lester Sinclair

Lester literally laughs at the sight of it

It’s more of a surprise laugh since he didn’t expect you to make a doll that’s exactly like him, he loves it and will give you the tightest hug known to mankind

Even press kissed all over your face happily, mustache sloppy but they’re still kisses 🤷🏾‍♀️

He’ll even call the doll “Lester Jr” and will have it in his truck… or will carry it everywhere but will also have it in his truck since it reminds him of you

He’ll hug it to no end, even in his sleep, or he’ll have you hold onto it while he curls up besides you to sleep

Brahms Heelshire

It would be hard for you to even make it since he’ll sometimes take the tools away just so he can get your attention.

Once he settled down… hopefully. He’ll watch while having the porcelain doll of himself in his lap. Holding onto it until you finished with the doll you were currently making yourself.

Just like with the porcelain doll, he expects you to be careful even though it isn’t as fragile as the one he has

It’s a doll, and it was made by you. He wants it to be taken care of of since it resembles him.

As his way of a thank you, he’ll give you one perfectly made as well, and it has more details of your features that you don’t even pay attention to.

[savagewildnerness]

Let’s breakdown this scene…

Lestat, playing piano: bent over, lost in the world of the music - out of this world entirely. Louis sees a broken thing playing a plank of wood. A far cry from the proud, splendid creature he once knew.

(From Interview with the Vampire) "My eyes widened as I studied this stooped and shivering vampire whose rich blonde hair hung down in loose waves covering his face.”

Side note from me, as I love to talk about things that make The Vampire Chronicles appealing to me. Some people seem to be of the view that they wouldn’t desire immortality, only to be these sad, lonely, melancholic creatures… but I have always felt this way myself - even when I was a tiny child, long before I read The Vampire Chronicles. There has always been an innate loneliness and isolation to me deep inside. I don’t think you’d necessarily know it to meet me, mind! I am a smiley person! I like to do childlike, fun things. I try to bring happiness, not gloom to the world.

However, my instinct has always been to retreat into my own, wordless, unbound imagination, and to feel entirely alone, in truth. And still, I am. As a child, I felt more the weight of the world as if I were already 1000 years old. Now, loss of hope that comes with time is both sadder, scarier and, in its way, more freeing.

Anyway - imagine having infinite time and so being able to truly drift out of existence for decades. It’s such an appealing concept to me. I know Lestat is very sad here, but the idea of this kind of true escape… oh how I yearn for it. To let the world crumble around me. To step out of existence for some decades, with the possibility of return, not the reality as it is in mortal life that that is you falling through cracks you’ll never crawl out of ever again…

Lestat names Louis, reflexively when asked who said “hello”. He hasn’t turned to see Louis yet. To Lestat, Louis died 50 years ago. He is a ghost, surely? Lestat’s voice has a flat affect here. He isn’t thinking. He is merely reacting.

When Lestat first looks at Louis, I see fear:

- Does Louis really exist?

- What will Louis do?

- Must Lestat be drawn back into the world here? To acknowledge reality?

(From IWTV) “`I've dreamed of your coming . . . coming. . ' he said.”

Lestat asks Louis if he’d like a rat, as if he were a hallucination still, more than real-Louis. I think Lestat knows Louis is real when he speaks, but he’s still only half in reality himself.

Louis says “I’ve come to see you”, but Lestat is still half in his own constructed world with his music and Argerich… I love how Lestat hugs and caresses his plank-piano, drawing it into himself, as if drawing music in to himself. Me too, Lestat. Me too. I adore how Rolin and all added music to this scene. It isn’t there in the books. Of course it makes a through-line for rock star Lestat, but it is a deep love of Lestat’s and I am SO HAPPY with this addition!

I know a lot of people find “Siri, pause…” funny, but I must be a weird human, as I just find it oddly poignant. Like did people watch and laugh at this moment? This feels like when I go to see a play and people all laugh at something and I don’t laugh, then some other thing I laugh out loud at, but nobody else is laughing. And this is why I can’t do memes or any popular thing. SIGH. ANYWAY!!!

The way Lestat puts the keyboard up on front of himself, like a shield as Louis moves closer, his breathing growing ragged. Lestat genuinely scared… as though Louis’ mere presence might obliterate him if he gets too close. And of course, he does not know why Louis is there. Is he there to kill him? Does it matter if he is? He should kill him. He could too, right now. The emotional support piano becomes a protective plank.

But what Lestat is not expecting is Louis’ kindness, care, worry and empathy.

“Did you save my life in Paris?”

And now we get the first glimmer of the old Lestat as Lestat lifts his chin, shakes his head, tries to be nonchalant and to muster up his old pride, maintain any pride he still possesses. He immediately dismisses Louis’ niceness with a self-criticism as he truly perceives that he put Louis in danger by not protecting him from Armand. Responsibility in Nicolas’ death, and, he thinks, in Louis’.

Lestat is defensive. His unspoken mantra, “Don’t see me. Don’t see the real me, Louis. I cannot take it. Not right now.” Lestat is almost begging Louis to tell him he hates him, as he’s imagined Louis’ hate all these years… I fear halluci-Louis may not have been the kind, loving vision for Lestat that DreamStat was for Louis…?

A side note again: Lestat’s “All hail me” gave me a full-on spontaneous existential crisis. Folks, does Lestat say “All hail me” in the books? I hope not! Because for as long as I remember, in appropriate circumstances, I say “All hail me” and obviously it’s a turn of phrase, but I had a sudden heart stopping moment where, with a chill, I thought *Did I get that from Lestat?!* Am I entirely even my self at all?! Am I merely a manifestation of all the art I have ever consumed? Am… I… Armand!?!?!??!! Oh MY! I don’t think Lestat says this in the books though, right? Right!?!?

Well, Lestat puts his piano-plank down, terrified Louis might show him love. Craving it. Fearing it.

“Been enduring here?” Lestat is truly proud now. He will not admit his pain. As if not speaking it could make it invisible when it’s plain all about - from within him and without. It is *very* Lestat when questioned on the pain in his soul or shown that it has been seen to be like “I am FINE” & to think that’s how he comes across to others, when really of COURSE they see how broken he is. And then he bemoans that nobody will let him be broken, when he himself struggles to be broken other than when alone or on the page.

“I didn’t know it was a gift.” - Lestat is still wary. Still expecting hate from Louis here… unable yet to fully accept and understand…

Then Louis begins to say the only things Lestat has ever wanted to hear and know from Louis - thanking Lestat for the gift of vampiric immortality, showing he understands the beauty of it and intends to value that and use it… & Lestat is done for; broken open from here. He still, for a moment tries to fight back with “Shall we list all the ways we have wronged each other…” etc. But really, Lestat can now no longer maintain ay facade. Louis has opened him up.

And now we are open to Lestat’s thoughts for the last half-century. Armand erases Louis’ suicide attempt from his mind, but it is the first thing Lestat asks about. In his mind he has replayed for 5 decades how Louis is dead and it is his fault.

Sam and Jacob are so brilliant and beautiful as they open to each other in this scene. Claudia. Grief. Pain. Then, love. Broken-Lestat is particularly too much - holding on to responsibility over Claudia’s fate and how she looked at him at the end and he did nothing… and Louis, trying to take away and share the burden. Louis - so empathetic… and as they move through grief to love, words fall away (or become too personal to matter) and the storm outside echoes the storm of their hearts and their love.

(From IWTV) ““…And as I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his rich, flawless voice singing the lilting air of the opera from which we'd only just come, his walking stick tapping the cobblestones in time with the music, his large, sparkling eye catching the young woman who stood by, enrapt, so that a smile spread over his face as the song died on his lips; and for one moment, that one moment when his eye met hers, all evil seemed obliterated in that flush of pleasure, that passion for merely being alive.

" Was this the price of that involvement? A sensibility shocked by change, shrivelling from fear? I thought quietly of all the things I might say to him, how I might remind him that he was immortal, that nothing condemned him to this retreat save himself, and that he was surrounded with the unmistakable signs of inevitable death. But I did not say these things, and I knew that I would not.

" It seemed the silence of the room rushed back around us, like a dark sea…””

Bonus: misprint in my TVL copy!

(From TVL) “Louis had come finally to this very place and seen me through the windows. I tried to imagine it. Louis alive. Louis here, so close, and I had not even know it. I think I laughed a little. I couldn’t keep it clear in my mind that Louis wasn’t burnt up. But it was really wonderful that Louis still lived. It was wonderful that there existed still that handsome face, that poignant expression, that tender and faintly imploring voice. My beautiful Louis surviving, instead of dead and gone with Claudia and Nick.

But then maybe he was dead. Why should I believe Armand?”

[yrluvjane]

Hey! i have never requested a fic before so forgive me cause i have no idea how to do it. How about a james potter x reader fic where james ignores reader for lily, getting them hurt in the process?

It's great and I'm honored to be your first :) Feel free to send as many as you like! Sorry, if I'm a bit late with it. I tend to rewrite at last minute a lot. I hope you like it!

James' love was a force of nature, not an ordinary love, but something that threatened to consume you entirely.

You couldn't ignore it, and it left you feeling both intoxicated and overwhelmed. It was like being at the beach, feeling the sun's heat kiss your skin and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance, and it was also like jumping into the pool and feeling the cold spring of the water shock you to your core. James' love was like that, it was intense, it was overwhelming, it was all-consuming. It was a love that burned like a wildfire, crashing down on you with the force of oceanic waves and you couldn't help but be drawn into its embrace.

And somehow you still felt like second fiddle to Lily Evans. From the moment they met in their first year, he's been completely obsessed with her - spending every second of free time with her, using every chance to grab her attention.

Back then, you've always tried to ignore his constant chatter about her, but today, it proved too much. Nothing drastic had happened today but you did get a rather shocking acceptable on a Potions test you'd worked really hard on and were sure you'd have aced. That had got to you a little and you were craving a little reassurance.

After a good while of moping around in bed waiting for James to come back from practice you decided to head for lunch and meet him there. When you spot James in the common room with Lily, leaning in to whisper something in her ear as she laughs at his latest joke, that's when it really hits you. That loneliness. Maybe your over-reacting, but that doesn't stop you from feeling a pit forming in your stomach. You've never felt so invisible and forgotten before, and it hurts more than you ever thought it could. 

You take a deep breath and force a smile onto your face as you walk past them, trying not to let your emotions show, but it's hard. When you reach your table, you find yourself struggling to eat, the food tasting like ashes in your mouth. And your mind takes up the role as your greatest enemy, coming up with a whole lot of reasons of why James could prefer Lily over you.

You're not entirely sure why you're even there, since James is too preoccupied with Lily to even notice your absence. And whenever you manage to distract yourself, someone is tapping on your shoulder asking you were James is and you have to smile and say he's with Lily.

After what feels like an eternity, and overhearing a rather hurtful comment made at you, the lunch period finally comes to an end. You make your way back to your dormitory, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill down your face. As you flop onto your bed, you can feel the lump rising in your throat as you think about your day.

You let out a shaky sigh as the tears finally spill over, spilling down your face and onto your pillow. You don't know why your crying, Lily is your friend and James has the right to sit and talk with whomever he wishes. You're being stupid you believe and it still not enough to make you get yourself together.

As you lie there on your bed, crying uncontrollably, you hear a soft knock on your door. You sit up, still sniffling, and wipe away your tears as you call out, "Come in."

The door opens, and James steps inside, his face immediately wrought with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"It's nothing, 'm being stupid." You say. You'd never actually tell James why. I don't get why James picked her, Lily was great for him! You repeat the comment in your mind.

He's not convinced, he looks more disappointed and it hurts. He pulls you into a hug, holding you close as you let the tears flow freely. "I'm here for you, I promise," he whispers in your ear, the warmth of his breath making you feel safe and loved.

He continues to hold you, you feel the tension of the past few hours begin to melt away, replaced by the comfort and warmth of James' embrace. As James continues to hold you, you take a deep breath and finally work up the nerve to tell him how you truly feel. "It's stupid, I know," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "But I can't help feeling like I'm never going to be enough for you, that I'll always compare myself to Lily and fear someday you'll pick her over me."

James shakes his head, his hands running through your hair as he looks deeply into your eyes. "It's not stupid, and you are enough for me," he says, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

He pulls your face closer to his, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss that makes your heart flutter. As he pulls back, his eyes meet yours once more. "You're the only one I want to be with," he says, his voice filled with conviction. "You're the only one I love, and my love for you could never compare with Lily. Hell, most of time we spend together all I can ever talk about is you."

His words are like music to your ears. You kiss him again, this time with all the passion and love that's been building up inside of you. "I'm sorry." You say sheepingly. "Oh hush, trust me Sirius is a lot more violent when it comes to seeking attention. I mean it, he bit me, once!" You both laugh and all your worries and fears melt away as you realize that, in this moment, you have everything you could ever want or need.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

eeee i love your writing!!! could i get chilchuck comforting a crying reader (who's normally very bubbly and happy)? Bonus if they're crying bc they think their feelings for chilchuck are unrequited 🫣

Thank you kindly dear anon, i hope your day is going well and that you have rested well and ate well.

Chilchuck was never good with emotions, both his and other peoples. He kept his own emotions hidden so as not to appear vulnerable. And when it came to other peoples emotions he was fine with the positive ones...but quickly became awkward when things turn negative.

In fact he might be the worst (well second worst possibly) when it comes to dealing with emotional issues. So when he walks in and sees you crying he freezes up like a deer caught in the headlights. Its such a foreign sight to him he wasnt even sure if he was seeing it right.

You have always been such a bright cheery person, No matter the situation you were always the one that had the biggest grin across your face telling everyone its going to be ok, to not give up and push on. That was one of the things chilchuck liked about you the most, even if he would talk about how a situation was impossible or that it was to dangerousm you were always the one reassuring him that things were going to be ok. He never said it but it really meant alot to him, usually he would just ignore it or blow it off but he knows deep down it helps him more than he lets on.

He stares at you sobbing, wide eyed for a few moments before quickly making his way over to you. "WOAH woah hey Y/N hey hey its ok! its ok, whats wrong are you hurt?"

He says quickly sitting down beside you putting an arm around you instinctually. He normally isnt one to get physical when it came to comforting people but it was just something he did before he even realized he was doing it.

"Im fine...im just stupid..a stupid stupid idiot...an idiot that should have known better" You said through tears before breaking into sobs again, chilchuck looked around awkwardly before pulling you into him to cry, he sat there patting your back trying to comfort you as best he could. patting your back and repeatedly saying it was ok softly.

Eventually when you finally manage to calm down he wipes away some tears from your face before speaking up. "Now tell me whats going on? what do you mean know beter?" You want to tell him the truth, it had been eating you alive for days and days now. But tonight you realized what the actual truth was, and it was to much and broke you to pieces, it was a truth you had tried to ignore but couldnt and it broke your very being. You dont want to tell anyone about it, let alone him...but you know he wont let you hide away and pretend like this wasnt happening. so you take a deep breath and speak.

"im sorry chilchuck...i know this is going to make you feel awkward...and i know..i know you dont feel the same way.....but i like you, i REALLY like you...i care about you more than anyone else. and i know its stupid and i should just get over it but...it hurts.." you admit to him, not even looking at him, With how you feel right now your sure you wouldnt want him seeing your face right now. He didnt say anything, he only stared wide eyed at you. You should have known this was how he was going to react, you know how he felt about inter group relationships so you know he wouldnt want any part of being with you. However your miserable thoughts were interrupted as he pulled you into a tight hug.

"hey dont talk like that...if there is anyone here thats an idiot its me. I do care about you, I really do. You mean alot more to me than you realize, and you help me stay sane down here." He says squeezing you tight, you sniffle softly as you cant believe what your hearing. "Im not great with emotions...both dealing with other people and my own. Whenever you would be so positive and cheery it would make me genuinely happy, but i didnt want to get to attached so id play it off or something but genuinely you have helped me so much down here. I also have....other reasons on why im so hesitant to show emotions that im not ready to talk about just yet...but i do care about you...in fact i think i might like you the same way you like me. I just struggle being open about things you know? i should have been honest with you and open about my feelings back...that way you wouldnt have to deal with this. Im sorry, But to make it up to you, once we rescue falin and leave the dungeon why dont i take you to dinner?"

You couldnt believe what you were hearing, he had feelings for you to?! you couldnt believe it, you could feel yourself hugging him close as you smiled into his shoulder. "That sounds great, id love to."

[unhingedpolycule]

Hello, sorry if my English is not very good or understandable, I stopped practicing it a long time ago, but I hope I can give you my congratulations for that beautiful fanfic you made. I loved it, the way you treated it was spectacular. TID by Nikto, very attached to reality. I say from experience, a good development that Kreuger had, one of the best I have read, an ending that they both deserved made me cry, I felt a lot of emotion when reading each chapter, I was trapped in the story, how wonderful and personally I started reading it leaving from the hospital and he helped me a lot in my days of recovery, congratulations for your great work, I am your fan from Mexico, a cordial hug 🤗.

And just two questions: What do Nikto's alters look like? Do you think you can draw a drawing of each one?

And what would happen if König discovered Krueger?

Strap in, this is gonna be a long one! (As always as when I get to talk about my ideas of IRIWYW!!!) (I know we exchanged some DMs, so I hope you don’t mind me somewhat recycling my answers from there :)

First of all: your english is awesome, don’t fret :) thank you so much for your kind work, IRIWYW really was its own beast and a lot of work and I am so happy that it landed so well and managed to lure so many people into the exciting ship that is NK! I hope your recovery is going well, even if my wishes are a little late because I wanted to make nice drawings for this and put a lot of details into them! I won’t list all my hc for these characters separately, I hope the ideas I scribbled down are easily readable! :) (also featuring Andréy using the one internet meme he picked up on to confuse Krueger, who has no idea what he keeps talking about until he googles it eventually, even if he is the more “online” of the two!)

I think it would be really hard on König . He looked out for “Herzog”, tried to take care of him when he saw him being in what he rightfully assumed to be a toxic relationship and genuinely felt for him. Knowing that he treated his abuser like this would really make him doubt his judgement and what he said to “Herzog”. He would ask himself if this means that some people do not deserve forgiveness and that he shouldn’t assume that they do. In my mind, he wouldn’t voice it for a long time until Ghost basically forces him to do so because he knows that something is up. He is almost ashamed of his perceived failure. And Ghost sits him down and tells him that his compassion is a good trait, not a negative one. That he will always love him for his softness. Yeah, this time someone got it who didn’t deserve it. But wouldn’t it be worse if someone deserved and needed it wouldn’t get it because König couldn’t be arsed? I think he would make peace with being kind to Krueger eventually by telling himself that it sais much more about himself than about Krueger. But it would be hard.

And for how Krueger might react… he wouldn’t directly be ashamed, but he wouldn’t like it either. In his mind, he’s very much a different person now and barely recognises his old behaviours (König wise). If he was to meet König again and König would recognise him, he would be mortified but also apologise in a very genuine way. But he wouldn’t accept punishment from the legal side. He is too used to running and to be exempt from any rules. He would semi accept another beating (not fighting back as harshly as he could). He knows he deserves this, because it’s personal.

Bonus: how would the alters react to König threatening Krueger?

Nikto hates König and I am torn how he would react. For Gregor: he would protect Krueger if Krueger doesn’t do it himself, going as far as to try killing König because he is a mix of furious and jealous. Andréy would be torn between protecting him just as furiously as Gregor does because that’s his lover and letting it happen as long as Krueger doesn’t get hurt too bad because he has been raped himself and would give everything to do this to his tormentors because it fucked him up. (He has no memories of it, but he knows what it did to Gregor and he also knows the full extent of what Krueger did to König.) Lydia would very much let it happen for a bit before pulling them apart and tell König to back off, that he had his revenge and that he is done now. She is pragmatic, but she knows that the system needs Krueger and she really comes to enjoy his company too much to see him killed. And Sonja… damn she would bawl her eyes out and try to seperate them, which König would brush off with ease. It would be so horrifying to hear “Nikto” cry and plead like a child though, hearing him say how much she adores Krueger and that he is a good man, asking why he beats him. Sonja doesn’t know everything and doesn’t understand the implications of what she does know, despite the diary. König would probably stop out of sheer mortification of what sounds like a child in the body of a grown man clinging to him and pleading under tears.

Thank you for this ask, it was so fun to answer! Cordial hug back!!!

[sokoviansimp]

Hey i saw you wanted two prompt ideas, so how about

"I can't protect you."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

With Wanda saying both lines and if you could add a 'both' after you in first one.

And maybe its wanda being worried for yn who's pregnant with their daughter about whether she's strong enough to protect them both, and contemplating turning herself in to protect them. Or being retired but still being called. Something along those lines of whatever takes your fancy :D just happy ending tho lol

Thank you

Love's Triumph: A Maximoff Miracle

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

✒ Summary: Wanda almost loses you in battle and then finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

✒ Tags and Warnings: angst and fluff

✒ Author's Note: Hope you like it Twilight! Thanks for the request :)

✒ Word Count: 1487

✒ Read Time: 7 minutes

Masterlist : Socials : Part 1.5

The Avengers had faced countless battles, but this one was different. The enemy was more formidable, and the stakes had never been higher. It almost seemed as if all those previous fights led them to this one. After years of searching for leads and extracting moles from their own organization, they knew the new information that they extracted would lead to something big. 

In the midst of the chaos and devastation, a blue streak appeared rushing past the front lines. Too quick to even make out anything, but before anyone could even react, a powerful blast struck the battlefield, sending shock waves through the Avengers' ranks. Wanda, not having time to notice the action, was thrown to the ground, her world spinning. She desperately looked around for you, panic gripping her heart.

It took agonizing moments for Wanda to locate her wife amidst the smoke and rubble. You lay motionless, buried beneath a pile of debris. Wanda's heart nearly stopped as she rushed to your side, using her powers to clear the wreckage as quickly as she could.

When Wanda finally reached you, you were pale and unconscious. Fear coursed through her like a tidal wave. Desperate, she cradled your limp form in her arms, her voice shaking as she called for help. 

The battle raged on around them, but Wanda was oblivious to it all. She focused all her energy on protecting you, her mind consumed by the thought of losing the love of her life. Her emotions got the best of her as she sat there helplessly by your side. In an explosion of her power, the battle wrapped up instantly. Her only thought was to get you somewhere safe. 

In the aftermath of the battle, you were rushed to the hospital, battered and bruised, but miraculously alive. The relief that washed over Wanda was almost unbearable, but it was short-lived.

Read here for part 1.5 (takes place here)

As Wanda sat by your bedside, days passed before you regained consciousness. On the third day, you groggily opened your eyes as you gently rubbed your thumb against Wanda’s hand as she held yours tightly, you looked up at Wanda with a weak smile. "Detka, oh thank god." she let out relieved to see your eyes again as she smothered you in a tight hug. Never wanting to let you go again. Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes as she leaned down to kiss you's forehead. "I thought I had lost you," she whispered, her voice trembling.

You reached out to cup Wanda's cheek, her touch gentle and loving. "You'll always protect me, Wanda. That's what you do."

But Wanda's relief was tainted by a new fear that had taken root in her heart. She had been so close to losing you, and now, as they faced the reality of the situation, she couldn't escape the overwhelming anxiety that had been building inside her, “I don't know how much longer I can do this." Wanda whispered, almost ashamed. The last thing she wanted was to lose you, but somewhere in her heart, she truly felt you would be safer without her. 

“What? Wanda, what do you mean?” Still a bit groggy, you weren’t sure where this was coming from, what you had done to make her feel this way. 

"I can't protect you both," Wanda finally admitted, her voice barely audible. She placed a trembling hand on your stomach, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Wanda, what are you talking about?"

“It worked. We’re pregnant.” Tears streamed down Wanda's cheeks as she tried to explain. "I'm scared, Y/N. Scared that my powers, my life, will put you and our child in danger. I can't bear the thought of losing you both." She rambled on as you were still processing the new information.

Your expression softened with understanding. She reached for Wanda's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Wanda, we'll face this together. We always do, and little Benji will be even stronger for that." 

At the sound of the name you had chosen for your child, Wanda perked up as if instantly forgetting all the fears she was harboring, “Benji?” She nearly snapped, “What are we giving birth to, a dog?” 

You knew the name would get a rise out of your wife, and just as you expected, you were able to distract her from the fear she was spiraling into as you pondered on a name, “Oh, you think you can do better, Ms Maximoff?”

“Eh ehm, that’s Mrs. Maximoff to you, and yes absolutely. What about Tommy?” she reasoned. 

“Hmm, I like Timmy better.” You didn't really, in fact, you loved the name Tommy, but you just liked to get under Wanda’s skin a bit in any playful way that you could. 

The night that you were released from the hospital, you had both decided to spend a quiet evening at home. Wanda had ordered your favorite takeout, and the cozy aroma of food filled your living room as you snuggled up on the couch, blankets draped over your laps. 

Wanda leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. In return, you wrapped your arm around Wanda, pulling her close. You both let out contented sighs, reveling in the comfort of each other's presence.

As the two of you ate, Wanda couldn't help but steal glances at you. You were radiant, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light on your features. Wanda reached out and traced a gentle finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light.

You turned to look at Wanda, a soft smile playing on her lips. "What's on your mind, love?"

Wanda blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of scarlet. "Just how lucky I am to have you."

Your smile widened, and you leaned in to place a sweet kiss on Wanda's lips. "The feeling is mutual, baby."

They continued to eat, their conversation drifting from the mundane to the profound. Wanda's fingers found their way to yours, as you interlocked them, your hands fitting together like pieces of a perfect puzzle.

After you finished eating, the two of you were sitting on the couch snuggled in each other's arms when Wanda decided now was a good time to bring up something that had been bothering her, “Y/N?” 

You leaned into her further in response, “Hmm?” you acknowledged. 

“What do you remember about the battle?” she wondered. 

“Oh, uhm. I think I remember it all. We were fighting the soldiers at the peak of the hill when there was an explosion.” You explained from what you could recall, “After that, I woke up with you by my side.”

“Do you remember what caused the explosion?” Wanda pushed. 

“I don’t, oh! I remember something weird happening. Like a light or something.” You tried your best to give her the answers that she was looking for. 

“There was a blue streak of light and then an explosion before we knew it. It was him.” She softly said, knowing you might think she was out of her mind for thinking this, but if anyone would believe her, it was going to be you. 

“Who?” you weren’t sure where she was going with this. 

“My brother.” she said just above a whisper, “I know it was, you have to trust me. I could feel it. When they said he was dead I- I never believed them and you knew that.” She tried to get the information out as quickly as she could, worrying you were going to cut her off and dismiss her like all the other Avengers often did. It was easy for them to chalk her feelings up to denial, as it was just a part of the grieving process. 

You weren’t like the other Avengers though, you trusted your wife, “You really think so?” you said pulling back and catching her eyeline. 

“I know it was him.” She said confidently. 

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. Not knowing what she had in mind, especially with a baby on the way, “Why was he attacking us?” you wondered further. 

“I’m not sure. Do you think they’ll believe me?” she asked, wondering how the rest of the team would react to her theory. 

“If you’re sure it was him, they'll come around. I’m sure of it.” You matched her confidence. Knowing that even if they dismissed her, you would be able to persuade them. 

Wanda nuzzled her wife's neck, breathing in your familiar scent. "You know," she whispered, "every moment with you feels like magic."

You chuckled softly, your heart swelling with affection. "You're the magic in my life, Wanda."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, Wanda pressed her lips to yours once more. This time, the kiss deepened, a gentle dance of love and devotion. In that quiet, intimate moment, you found solace, knowing that your love was the most precious magic of all.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P5

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Bad language and Violence.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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The morning sun hits your eyes making you groan, rolling over you go to put your arm around one of your boys only to remember where you are and what happened yesterday. Your headache is gone leaving your mind a bit clearer but your chest still hurts, you can't tell if its emotional or physical though. Sitting up you notice Nami and Robin sleeping in the other bed meaning it's very early, Sanji's most likely up by now and the thought of talking to him pops into your head. You know you need too and now would be the best time since you'll both be busy today with docking at a new island this afternoon. Getting up you get dresses and wash your face cleaning off yesterdays tears all while trying to be quiet in order not to wake up the two girls, this time also gives you a chance to think over everything and hopefully get your head and heart in the right place before talking to Sanji and Zoro. A lot of what Percy said yesterday rang true, starting off with Sanji you know he flirts with every woman he see's and its never bothered you because you know the reason behind it, he wants to make every girl feel happy and some times a compliment or a smile can easily do that. It does scare you that a woman will flirt back and try to get him in bed or something, thats the part that hurts but you've seen it happen and how Sanji reacts. He'll still be nice to that woman but tone it down and either take your hand or start complimenting you as well and if Zoro is there the swordsman will drag the cook away even if he's in the middle of a conversation.

When it comes to Nami and Robin you have no problem with Sanji taking care of them since you know for a fact the two aren't interested in him in any way and wouldn't hurt you. You love the girls, and they deserve so much after everything they've both been through, the heart eyes, swaying over and getting what they need is Sanji's way of showing them how much he cares, of course the cook does it to you some times, it's not as often anymore so Percy wouldn't have seen that. Sanji doesn't always greet you like the other girls instead you get kisses, hugs and those soft loving eyes, your heart melts just thinking about them. Thinking back to the other day when Robin was doing Percy's hair Sanji did complement your work, yes he praised Robin more than you but the black haired woman is so skilled at that job and plus, you don't need praise when he looks at you with such love, the way his thumb ran over your cheek makes you swoon. Then there's Zoro, yes he's quiet and aloof, he doesn't show affection around anyone outside the crew but thats because he doesn't like strangers looking, Percy is a stranger so of course he won't see the way Zoro holds you and Sanji or hear his cocky and teasing comments. The swordsman is more than happy to hold and kiss you with the crew around since he trusts them and knows they won't judge your relationship unlike outsiders. As for the faking being unable to navigate is something you should have laughed at, there's no way Zoro fakes getting lost, you know he can't read a map and even if he could be would still get lost, there's no way he's faking it just to go off with some random woman that he doesn't know or trust.

When Zoro trains with your snakes you do sit and watch if you have the time but yesterday you were behind on jobs so even though it was training day you deiced to do the garden. Of course Zoro wanted you to stay and watch mainly, so he can show off, but he isn't pushy unless your in danger, if you need to do something he might complain about it, but he'll let you go. Percy didn't wait to see what the swordsman does after, Zoro will bring your snake back and if your tired he'll carry you to take a nap with him or bring you to the kitchen, he won't let you walk. He'll tell you all about the training and how amazing your ability is while thanking you and showering you in hugs and kisses, Zoro doesn't take advantage of you and has never hurt your snake on purpose. You mentally kick yourself for even thinking they would cheat on you, what Percy said was false and your sure to have a stern word with him later about it, your kind and understanding but you won't let some stranger who hardly knows your boys to insult them and comment on your relationship but first you need to apologise to Sanji, Zoro, Nami and Robin for all the trouble and hopefully clear things up. Looking back at the girls still sleeping you give them a smile before heading out the door making sure to close it quietly. The morning sun feels great on your skin bringing you a sense of happiness while walking across the deck to the kitchen "Miss Y/n" You stop in your tracks hearing Percy running up to you, taking in a breath you calm yourself before having to talk to him.

Turning your cross your arms over your chest while looking over the worried young man "I'm so sorry about yesterday, i didn't mean to upset you with all my questions, i was just curious" The young man bows while panicking a little, yes the questions bothered you but what he said about your boys bothered you more. You want to scold him, but he's been through hell and your worried yelling or being too harsh will make him scared of you, when you don't answer Percy looks away from you starting to become shy "I really am sorry, you were so kind to me and i… I was rude, not only with asking you all those questions but also commenting on two people i hardly know" The young man takes a step closer to you while taking in a deep breath "I was worried" Raising an eyebrow at him you wait for him to continue wondering why he would be worried about you or your relationship, rubbing the back of his head Percy looks down at the floor "Your really kind and understanding, i don't want anyone to take advantage of that. My mother did that to my farther so i.. I feel a little protective over people like you. I know i hardly know the two but i can't help seeing what i see. I could be wrong and misunderstand their actions so i'm sorry for stepping out of place" You can't help but stare as he rambles on, its true Percy has no idea what Sanji and Zoro are like, but he seems to realize that. There is a part of you that feels off about this though, he apologised yet still thinks he's right about what he said.

Pushing all of that away for now you might as well just take his apology so you can talk to Sanji before the rest of the crew wakes up "I appreciate you trying to look out for me but their nothing like your mother, they don't take advantage of me, and they would never cheat on me, i think its best if you don't comment any further" You state turning your back to him starting to head up the stairs only for him to grab your hand, anger boils up in you as you yank your hand away, turning to face the young man your ready to yell at him but stop when seeing him flinch while his hand blocks his face. Your heart breaks seeing him like this, Did he think you were going to hit him? your angry yes, but you wouldn't hurt him unless he attacked you "I-I'm sorry, i'm not going to hurt you, i just… I won't hurt you" You sigh stepping down the stair and taking his hand lightly in yours, he flinches again at your touch but relaxes when you pull his hand down from his face to give it a light pat "I'm a little angry that you would jump to conclusions about them, you've only just met them, you know nothing about them. I think its best if you stay away from me and my boys for a while, until everything calms down and emotions aren't as high" Patting his shoulder you head back up the stairs leaving Percy to stand there and think. You don't feel like he's a bad person, his past seems to have a big hold on him and how he see's other relationships. You know Sanji and Zoro will be mad after you tell them about what happened so warning Percy beforehand to stay away will hopefully make things easier for everyone.

Walking into the kitchen your happy to see only two people, Brook at the table drinking his morning tea and Sanji in the kitchen, the bags under his eyes means he didn't sleep well last night or maybe not at all. It seems he didn't notice you walk in since he's so focused on the food he's frying up, the unlit cigarette in his mouth dangling almost falling out, you can't tell if its because he's tired or if his mind is else where. Brook gives you a wave before pointing to the door secretly asking if he should go, not wanting to cause a scene you shake your head while giving him a smile, the skeleton nods in response going back to drinking his tea. Walking around the counter you manage to get the cook's attention "Sanji-" Your cut off when the blonde's head shoots your way starting at you in shock, then happiness and then finally panic as he quickly turns off the stove and throws his cigarette away to give you his full attention. "My love i'm so sorr-" Sanji gulps taking a few steps to meet you only for your arms to wrap around his neck pulling the blonde into you for a hug "No, i'm sorry, none of this is your fault" You whisper hoping to calm him down and keep the conversation between the two of you, relaxing into you Sanji wraps his arms around your waist while burring his head into your neck "I'm sorry for all the trouble i caused yesterday, i promise I'll explain later when its just the three of us. None of this is yours or Zoro's fault" You sigh stroking his hair as his hold tightens not wanting to let you go, the cook's chest still hurts at your actions but mainly because he's worried, with what Nami said, how your snake acted and your refusal to see them at all let him know you were beyond upset.

After a while of holding you close confirming to himself that you are actually here and in his arms and not a figment of his imagination, Sanji pulls away to look at you but keeps his arms around your waist. Smiling up at him you run your hands from the back of his neck to his cheeks cupping them while rubbing his soft skin with your thumbs. "Are you alright my love? are you hurt? Did you eat last night? Do you need anything?" The blonde whispers placing his forehead against yours, sighing you know he's worried but the constant questions bring you back to yesterday making you tense up a bit "I'm sorry my love" Sanji pulls away unsure of what made you tense up all of a sudden, trying to relax you wrap your arms around his neck again placing your head in his neck "I can't take constant questions at the moment, my minds still a little… could i have some tea?" You ask pulling away hoping it will help you wake up and calm down, nodding Sanji gives you a smile while placing a kiss on your forehead that you lean into "Of course my love" letting you go the cook rushes off to make you some tea while you lean against the counter looking down at the pan on the stove, before you know it a cup of tea is placed next to you as the blonde's hand runs up your side "Would you like some?" Nodding at his question the cook places a kiss on your cheek, turning the heat back on Sanji gets back to cooking a smile on his face now instead of that gloomy look. "Mind if i stay here?" You ask picking up your cup of tea and blowing on it.

The cook happily nods glad that your wanting to be around him, it also conforms that your not mad or upset with him like he thought last night. Putting a plate down next to you Sanji places another kiss on your forehead missing your touch, rubbing his arm you lean into it also missing his touch "I love you" You whisper once he pulls away, cupping your face the blonde gives you those loving soft eyes that makes your heart melt immediately healing any and all heart ache from last night "I love you too, Mi amour" Sanji whispers back but doesn't make a move to kiss you in case you don't want that, putting your cup down you hold his hands to your face enjoying his warm and soft hands before leaning closer placing a kiss on his lips. The cook relaxes into the kiss while humming in delight his thumbs caressing your cheeks, pulling away you both linger close to each other for a while before separating fully so you can eat and Sanji can get back to cooking. More and More of the crew arrive and soon even Percy joins mainly being dragged in my Luffy and Usopp who are both excited about the island their docking at later today, although you don't know if its inhabited or not yet. The door to the kitchen opens once more raveling a very tired Zoro who's still in his sleeping bottoms, running a hand through his messy hair and yawning the swordsman heads into the kitchen area hoping for some coffee but stops in his tracks when noticing you leaning against the counter looking him over. The swordsman gulps looking from you to the cook hoping to find out if it's ok to approach or not.

The look of slight panic and confusion is clear on his face so you push off the counter and step over to him "I'm sorry Zo" You whisper wrapping your arms around his neck, Zoro instantly latches onto you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly into him "Fuck baby, you had me worried. What the hell happened?" Despite his sigh of relief to have you in his arms the swordsman was still tense, holding him just as tight you run your hand into his hair while placing a kiss on his neck "I'm sorry i worried you but I'll explain later, When its just us three alone. You and Sanji didn't do anything wrong, i just needed time to get my head in the right place" You whisper pulling away to place a hand on his cheek, looking closely at his face you can see he had a restless night. Zoro leans into your touch while keeping a tight hold around your waist not wanting you to pull away from him "I understand that you needed time but don't worry us like that. I love you baby" Smiling at his words you lean in and lightly kiss his lips "I love you too, Zoro" You whisper back against his lips before kissing them again, the swordsman smiles into the kiss while kissing back finally relaxing his body. Sanji smiles at the two of you while putting a cup of coffee down and plate of food "Come on, before it gets cold" The cook comments with a small laugh, pulling away you kiss his lips a few times before trying to pull away but his hold stays tight around you "Let me hold you… just a little longer" Its rare for the swordsman to beg especially with the crew present.

It catches you off guard making you stand there and stare at him for a minute, but he doesn't let go, snapping out of your shock a sigh escapes your lips but your smile remains giving him a nod. Backing you up to the counter Zoro refuses to let go of you for even a second, one hand tightly around you while the other grabs his coffee "Thanks" The swordsman smirks at the cook who nods leaning over to lightly kiss the man before getting back to cooking. The three of you relax listening to the crew at the table all talking, laughing and eating, on occasions Sanji will walk over to deliver more food or fill up cups, as time went by the cook started looking at the clock making you slightly nervous "What's wrong?" You ask with your arms around Zoro who's holding you tightly with both arms, his chin resting on your shoulder to look over the crew behind you. Sanji sighs turning the stove off and whipping his hands "Nami and Robin aren't up yet, It's not a problem its just…. We're approaching an island soon, and we need Nami for that, i want to go and wake them but i also.. Don't want to leave you" The blonde steps closer placing his hand on your cheek, taking his hand you place a kiss on his palm "I'll be here when you get back, i'm not going anywhere. Plus waking up to you is a treat" You smirk seeing the cook start to blush at your words making you giggle, Sanji wipes his nose as a bit of blood trickles out before kissing your cheek "Your too sweet my love" The cook smiles while starting to make some tea and food for the girls.

You were too distracted with the cook to feel the eyes on you but Zoro noticed, looking over your shoulder the swordsman's eyes land on Percy sitting in between Usopp and Chopper who where talking loudly but the young man just sits there his eyes on you and your interaction with the cook. It didn't bother Zoro too much since it looks like the young man was just staring off into space with a blank expression, his mind most likely else where but that changed when the cook kissed you. A slight growl leaves the swordsman's lips as Percy's jaw clenches, his eyes narrow and nostrils flair clearly pisses, as Sanji walks away from you the young man glares at the cook his hands gripping the knife on the table. Zoro tenses while releasing you from his hold ready to jump in if need be, the world around him goes quiet unable to hear your concern at his sudden action. The swordsman's eyes are fixed on Percy who slowly starts to relax while letting go of the knife and turning his attention to the group talking around him. "Zoro?" You ask concerned placing a hand on his chest trying to push him off you, the swordsman finally snaps out of his predatory gaze to look down at you seeing the position he's put you in. His hands gripping the counter either side of you the muscles in his arms tight locking in place, his heaving chest presses up against you pinning you to the counter to the point where your hips dig into the edge making it more uncomfortable. His angry energy making you gulp as he looms over you but his eyes widen in shock before stepping back "Sorry baby" Zoro panics his white knuckled hands releasing the counter.

Sanji walks over placing the try of drinks and food down he was going to give to the girls before noticing what was going on "What is wrong with you?" The cook asks with a mix of concern and anger, looking over at the cook Zoro takes another step back only for you to grab his hand, you couldn't see what the swordsman was looking at but something clearly got his blood thirsty attention, the look on his face before scared you a little since you've only seen it a hand full of times, usually ending up with someone dead. "I'm sorry, I'll tell you later" Zoro sighs his eyes going back to Percy who's laughing and joking with the crew like nothing happened, Sanji raises his eyebrow while looking at the table. You do the same but quickly look back wondering if it was Percy who upset Zoro, did the swordsman figure out it was him who made you upset or was it something else? "Try to calm down. I'll be back soon" Sanji pats the green haired man on the shoulder before picking up the tray and making his way out of the kitchen, Zoro nods leaning against the counter while keeping an eye on the table. He wanted to follow the cook, make sure nothing happens, but he also doesn't want to leave you so for now he'll watch the young man and if he makes a move to leave the swordsman will have no problem stopping him one way or the other. Rubbing Zoro's arm you lean close to him hoping to calm him down, the swordsman starts to relax but doesn't take his eye of the table, your happy that at least he's no longer looking to kill. Wrapping your arms around his waist you bury your head in his neck giving it a kiss as his arm moves around your waist the other tapping on the counter.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

From the touches ask game: 31. Hugging while straddling the partner. Gerry/anyone please!

Lucky you, I had this idea cooked already, just needed the time to write it.

"Jon," Gerry breathed quietly. He really didn't want to wake his Archivist, since it seemed like his nightmares were over and he was sleeping peacefully, but he could hear Basira or Melanie moving around in the other room, and he needed to get up. Unfortunately, the only way for him and Jon to both fit on the cot was for Jon to to sleep on top of him, which meant he couldn't get up unless Jon did. And Jon seemed rather resistant to the idea.

"Jon," Gerry said again, louder. "I need to get up."

"No," Jon grumbled under his breath, hitching his limbs in closer and hanging on tightly. "No. Stay."

"We can't stay in bed forever." Despite himself, Gerry was smiling, threading his fingers through Jon's coarse hair. He privately loved the mixture of silver and black, the length and slight curl to it, the way it felt against the bare skin of his chest. It felt so real, even when it was so hard to believe sometimes, that he could be so close to Jon, could touch him and hold him and give him comfort and whatever else he needed. "You gotta let me up at some point, you know."

"No, I don't," Jon countered stubbornly, raising his head to peer at Gerry with one unnaturally green eye, bright with mischief. "As your Archivist, I insist you stay right here. Where you belong."

As tempting as that was- as much as a rather large part of him was more than okay with following Jon's command- Gerry resolutely sat up, the slight weight of Jon not nearly enough to weigh him down. Jon made a disgruntled noise and shifted with him, arranging his legs around his hips while still pressed to his front. His arms cinched tight around his middle, fingers trailing possessively along his tattooed spine. "Clingy," Gerry chided, wrapping his arms around Jon's back and daring to press his lips to the top of his head.

"You're worth clinging to," Jon agreed, burying his face in the crook of his neck. His voice was sleep-rough and honest, and Gerry swallowed down a rush of emotion. After everything that had happened, after all the pain and loss they had suffered through, being the one that Jon could cling to felt like a gift he wasn't supposed to have. But he wouldn't give it up, not for anything. Not for the whole world.

The close intimacy of their positions was making his blood warm and thoughts wander, and his hips shifted involuntarily. "Jon, do you..." he trailed off, and Jon pulled back slightly, considering before he shook his head.

"No, not now. Perhaps later." He shifted back even further, out of Gerry's lap, before he abruptly stopped, staring at his chest. "Ah. Your...Gerry, your tattoo is missing."

"...what?" Gerry asked blankly after failing to process what the fuck Jon had just said. Jon reached out and rested his cool fingers over his heart, and when he glanced down, Gerry could see no familiar ink on the only patch of skin that was free of burns. "What the fuck?"

"Hmm." Jon's eyes glowed, but whatever he was Seeing seemed to only confuse him more, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Its...it is something that the Eye initiated, but I don't quite...understand why."

"What about how?" Gerry demanded, raising both hands to check them. The tattoos there were unchanged, as faded and familiar as always. The eye over his heart was the oldest of the bunch, but that really didn't explain how it had just up and vanished.

"The Eye influenced your decision to get them," Jon explained slowly, lost in thought. "It gave them, and took them away. For..." he abruptly pulled back, face turning red before he ducked his head, pulling at his shirt. He yanked the neckline out and stared down at his own chest, eyes growing very wide. "Oh. It's. It's here."

"Excuse me?" Gerry lurched forward and caught the sides of Jon's shirt, quickly pulling it over his head before he could react. Jon yelped and tried to cover himself, but Gerry caught his wrists and held them away from his body, staring incredulously at the familiar ink that now decorated Jon's chest. "You stole my tattoo?"

"I-technically the Eye did," Jon protested. "I-I didn't have any hand in this, I promise you!"

The sudden alarmed desperation in his voice snapped Gerry out of his surprise. Shit. Jon probably thought he was angry, and his rough treatment wasn't helping. He quickly let go, pulling away from Jon before he could do anything else to him. "Fuck, no, Jon, I-I'm sorry. I believe you, I'm not mad at you, I swear. I'm so sorry."

Jon sighed and shook his head, shifting to close the distance between them. Gerry took the hint and wrapped his arms around him again, much gentler. "I understand," Jon whispered against his chest. "It is a...a shock."

"It's not your fault," Gerry insisted. "I'm sorry I freaked out at you. You didn't deserve that." Jon sighed and slumped even further into him, and Gerry wondered how badly he needed to hear that. "So why'd the Eye give you my tattoo?"

"Because we're connected," Jon admitted, muffled against his skin. "Because you're my Assistant, and I'm your Archivist. We're meant to be together, and this-" his hand rose to rest over his heart, over the eye that had once been Gerry's. "This is the physical representation of our bond. Tied together by the Eye."

"Fuck," Gerry whispered past the lump in his throat. He should feel upset, he should feel robbed and violated, they should resent the Eye for forcing such an obvious declaration onto their bodies when they could barely say it outloud. It should feel like another horrible thing in the long list of horrible things done to them, another sign of hopelessness against the awful forces corrupting their lives.

But it really didn't feel like that to him.

It felt...right.

"Glad it's you, at least," he managed to get out. That was really the least he could say, the barest amount of words that could encompass all that he felt. Jon chuckled brokenly, a noise both painful and affectionate. God, he was his, it was written right on his skin, he was Jon's and Jon was his, Archivist and Assistant and more, so much more. Gerry screwed his eyes closed, clutching Jon close.

If the Eye wanted them together, then they would be.

[a-libra-writes]

I saw your Lackadaisy headcanons and I couldn't be happier cause this fandom needs more love. Can you do one for Mordecai with a female reader who's love language is acts of services and physical touch. Like, she has almost no sense of personal space (she really doesn't mean to make him uncomfortable) and if absolutely FLUSTERS poor Mordecai especially when he becomes aware of his feelings after a SLOW burn built up. Thank you so much for the awesome work and keep it up ❤️

Ayo so I actually got like 2 other messages about a Pt.2 to the first Mordecai headcanons, so Im adding this onto that! Again for some reason this murdercat got away from me so its a long boy. I attempted to keep it organized ,, , ,

First order of business, Mitzi ships it.

Back when Atlas bought her that nifty camera, she didn't just take embarrassing photos of Mordecai. She got some pretty cute candid shots of you around the bar, and a kinda-blurry-but-not-too-bad photo of you and Mordecai outside the big cafe window, talking to each other and not aware you were being photographed. It's pretty artsy, if she says so herself. She tucks the photos in Mordecai's desk and directly hands you the silly ones she took of him.

Actually, she clocked your feelings early on, but figured he wasn't interested. Didn't seem like the kind of guy, which is a shame. You're a sweetie. She hadn't seen you both act any different for a long time, so maybe that crush fizzled out? But if you ever bring it up with Mitzi, she's your #1 support. She's gonna set you up nice and give you all sorts of tips that just ... fall flat. Jeez, she knew Mordecai was unapproachable, but is it really going to take this long ...?

Viktor also figured your feelings out (albeit later), but that ain't his business. You had odd taste, though. He thinks it's pretty funny when other people flirt with you and Mordecai's suddenly in a foul mood and doesn't understand why. At least you two aren't hanky panky or anything, eugh, and you keep your heads during firefights. Anytime Viktor tries to bring up the topic (which, granted, is like a grand total of three times), he's so round about and non-direct that you have no idea what he's getting at. Oh well.

(If the idea of you two being a couple is brought up with anyone else, they can scarcely believe it. You? With him? Good luck. Only Atlas seems to see it, though his employee's love lives aren't relevant unless it gets in the way of business.)

Actually, if you're a more exuberant and affectionate type, that just makes people question your taste in him even more. The first few interactions didn't go great - you touched him without thinking, like you do most people, and he flinched so hard it's like you hurt him. Second time he hissed. Right, you got the picture. You became more mindful and considerate of his personal space, that plus an apology goes a long way.

Once you both are more familiar and have more trust, you can put a hand on Mordecai's shoulder or back without him reacting much. You can even squeeze his shoulder if you're trying to be reassuring, or silently warning him. Sometimes you just say "Hey, I'm gonna touch you," and you fix his coat or check a bruise. He lets you get away with more than others because you ask first.

(Sometimes he feels bad for it - you'll rush to hug your friends and you're so happy in their embrace, then you bound over to him and clearly restrain yourself as you touch his arm.)

Eventually you ask for hugs - quick ones! Special occassions only! But sometimes you're obviously distressed so he just. Lets it happen, briefly. If this is before admitting any feelings to each other or even himself, it's brief. If this is many years into this weird sort-of-understanding-relationship thing you both have, he'll quietly hold you while you get your emotions out. It's the least he can do, it really is. Mordecai already feels like he isn't deserving of whatever this is, and moreso if you're clearly someone who needs and wants physical attention and comfort.

But he does try, in his way. He'll reach over and take your hand. He gets used to sitting shoulder to shoulder, your tails brushing each other, or letting you lean on him when you're both exhausted. He actually likes it quite a bit when you slightly lean as you read and he does paperwork. It's nice to have that solid warmth, and comfortable quiet.

Mordecai lives in the main building above the cafe, long after he could afford an apartment. More economical and practical, he reasons. If Atlas needs something, he's right there. When you begin inviting him to dinner at your place, very slowly, he starts lingering afterward. Mordecai tries to make it like it's because it's easier to do numbers there - better lighting, your place is quieter, and so on. Nevermind the warm dinner and the nice fire in the fireplace and some low music on the radio and you reading something while his pencil scratches the paper. It ... really brings up some old thoughts and memories.

You've gotten bits and pieces of his family history during these times, usually after you've shared some of his own first. Clearly he doesn't like talking about it. You don't push it. You just listen to what he volunteers, and thank him for listening to you in kind.

Note, he always goes home, no matter how late it is. You feel like it's one of those lines that'll be tough to cross. Hell, just inviting him over was tough at first. He walked into your living space just fine in the day, when he was waiting to pick you up for a job. There'd be some comments on the dust or some examining of your plants, but nothing odd. When he comes by for dinner, he's initially tense until he settles in, and eventually he's quite at ease. Over the years he brought several plants in because he always heard you're supposed to bring flowers for the host, but flowers die quickly, and besides this variety of ivy is different because --

(You end up with a tidy windowsill of houseplants, and start having to put some on your counters. Mordecai gets flustered and suggests maybe you should get rid of some, and you reply you absolutely won't. When he waits for you to get ready, he checks their water and pulls some dead leaves. Might as well, right?)

As expected, kissing and intimate touches will be slow-going. You start simple: a quick good-bye kiss on the cheek when he leaves your apartment in the evening. The first time, Mordecai's hairs stand on end and his tail poofs up but! He assures you it was fine. He's fine. When the bar's empty and he's heading out, you give a quick 'good luck' kiss before hurrying off. You initiate all of them until one day when you'te both walking to the car, covered in (someone else's) blood and debating something silly, and once there's a lull in the conversation he just. Leans over and kisses you. It's only lasts a few seconds, then he just pulls away, fixes his glasses and trips walks to the car.

You're a bit dazed the rest of the drive and he's just a mess of nerves.

After that you can give him kisses now and again, but he gets flustered easily and it’s definitely a private matter. It's only around Viktor that you can touch and fuss over Mordecai, but that only leads to the old man snorting and the two of them starting to argue. Viktor's pretty damn surprised you're both that close, though. How long has it been that way?

Oh, and then there's drunk Mordecai. Oh boy.

This has only happened like, two times, because he does not drink. Period, the end, close curtain. He knows how he gets and he hates it. It doesn't take much of whatever questionable piss whiskey to get him swaying and seeing double. He'll flop on your shoulder and ramble about you're so wonderful and he's really not sure why you like him, also could you stop moving the room, oh and he's killed a man for you, but nevermind that you're such a darling person --

He's so sloshed. The novelty starts to wear off when he's falling over and you're having to get him home because apparently Viktor did it last time. At least Mordecai's a bean pole. If he's drunk in your apartment, thank god, you can just pull him over to your room so he can sleep it off. He's still going on about who-knows-what while you take off his shoes and coat. What's this about murdering who for you? Whatever, he's probably confused. Probably.

(You sleep on the couch and at 7am sharp you're awakened by a loud THUNK and panicked shouting as he still-drunkedly tries to orient himself and figure out where the hell he is. Hes so humiliated by everything he just avoids you for several days.)

Oh, last thing.

Mordecai will kill someone for you. Period. No questions asked. Viktor would too, yes, but after explaining and questioning and he'd go with you and hide the body. Mordecai just does it. Abusive partner, debt collector, a rival gang member tailing you, whoever - they're done for. He doesn't bring it up until you ask questions.

[scholastic-dragon]

Bayverse boys react to getting proposed to by their SO? Alternatively, Splinter reacting to one of the boy's SO asking for permission to marry their respective turtle bf?

This is the cutest thing yes

I'm doing headcannons I hope that's okay :)

Bit of a warning, there's mentions of booty spankings and the word "creampie" though its not explicit

Proposing Headcannons

When you ask Splinter to chat while you wait for the boys to come back from patrol, he doesn't hesitate to make you both some tea and sit down with you in his room

He notes the nervousness of your face, the tension in your brow, the way your leg keeps bouncing

"What's wrong, child?" He comforts, handing you the tea with a warm smile

"Well...I'm not sure how I should start this......it's about Leo/Raph/Mikey/Donnie..."

Instantly gets worried, what did his son(s) do? Or perhaps something they didn't do?

No emotions flash across his face, so you continue.

"I know I've only been dating them for a little bit, but I've been thinking a lot about it and I think I wanna take this leap with them..." You start to ramble, peering down into the mug

Splinter feels awkward, misunderstanding your words.

Oh dear god, he thinks, please tell me this isn't about....intimate times with his son(s)

You sigh. "But I think we're ready for this," You turn and make eye contact with the old rat. "I want to propose,"

Splinter releases the biggest sigh of relief you've ever heard from him

He pats your hand, smiling in turn. "I think that's wonderful,"

"And well, the reason I wanted to talk to you about it is because I wanted to ask for your blessing. You mean everything to them and I know it would mean the world if you approved of it,"

He laughs, genuine, eyes sparkling. "Child, of course, I approve!"

Leo

Is flabbergasted

Truly

It's date night. You spent over an hour decorating your rooftop garden. The sun was setting. Romantic music playing.

You start by saying how much you love and cherish him, reminding him of all that you had been through.

He thinks you're standing up to give him a kiss

And now you're on your knee?????

WiTh A rInG!??!?!?!?!?

Straight up goes silent for a solid 30 seconds....just staring at you

"Leo?" You begin to worry.

"....yes...." He mumbles, still not moving.

"Yes?" You parrot

"Yes!" He laughs, a wide grin breaking out across his face

He stands and lifts you into a big hug

He's a tiny bit upset that he wasn't the one to pop the question, but in the end it doesn't matter because you're his until the end of time <3

Raph

Didn't pick up any of your hints

Literally none

The only clue he got was when he was about to shower after your date

You stormed in, shocked that he didn't get what you were about to do

"Raphael."

Oh no. Your mad voice

He turns around, water running and butt ass naked

"Yeah?" He takes in your state. "Somethin' wrong? I thought you said-"

"Do you seriously have no idea what I'm trying to do?!"

He raises a brow. "Sex?"

"I'm trying to propose, you idiot!"

His heart stops, eyes wide. You were sure he stopped breathing altogether.

"Propos- you wanted to- WHAT?!" He stutters, stepping out of the bathroom and into his room, coming to stand in front of you

"Did you really not get the hints?" You try not to laugh at how flustered he looks.

"I thought....it was just a thing that girls always talked about....that stuff,"

You shake your head, pulling a red ring box out of your pocket. It was a simple silver band that should (hopefully) fit his finger

"Will you marry me?"

A wide and very genuine grin breaks out across his face. "Yeah, yeah I will,"

He pulls you into a tight hug, trying to not cry and become overrun with emotion

"Sorry I'm such a dumbass," He mumes against your hair

You laugh, clapping his ass cheeks. "Yeah, but you're my dumbass now,"

Donnie

Donnie had just settled down into bed after a long 13 hour day

He had been working nonstop and finally tucked himself into your side

"Hi honey," You open your arms and he rests his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat

He mumbles a sleepy greeting, his eyes not opening

"Did you finish what you were working on?"

He nods, lifting his head up just enough to talk about it.

You had no idea what he was saying, only focusing on how his skin glowed in the yellow lamp lighting. How soft his brow was now that he wasn't stressed. The plump softness of his lips. How he trusted you to see him without his glasses and mask.

It just kinda came tumbling out

"Marry me,"

He stops mid sentence, eyes snapping open and peering up at you.

"What?"

You scoot down on the bed, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his nose.

"Marry me,"

A slow smile stretched across his face. "You bein' serious?"

You nod, looking into his hazel eyes.

"Okay," He nods, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Okay, I will marry you,"

You exchange a few sleepy kisses before Donnie passes out for the night

Mikey

You had somehow

To some act of god, got Mikey to NOT cook you dinner on date night

You made him sit in the living room while you made your mom's lasagna and garlic bread

He was antsy and kept poking his head in, only to be shooed out.

Finally it was ready and you both sat down at the kitchen table to eat, he moaned and groaned about how good the food was and how he couldn't eat another bite

Hook, line, and sinker

"Not even for desert?" You take both your plates to the sink and open the fridge. "I have chocolate pie~" you sing song, watching his resolve break

"Well babycakes, I prefer a creampie,"

"Michelangelo!" You scolded, putting two pieces of pie in your places

You couldn't even pretend to eat, just waiting for him to see it.

He was taking a large sip of water, he hadn't yet looked

"What do you think?" You were bouncing in your chair

Finally, he peered down, seeing a shiny silver ring staring right back at him

His glass of water fell from his hand, spilling on his side and the floor.

He didn't react, didn't move, didn't breathe.

"Mikey?" Now you were worried

"Are you proposing?" There was no emotion, no tone, no nothing, he was blank. And that was almost scarier then the thought of him saying no

"Um....yes, I know we haven't been together long, but-"

"Yes!" He shouts, standing from the table and lifting you our of your chair and into a tight embrace. "Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you!"

You both start laughing, hugging and dancing in the kitchen. Until Mikey stops and sets you down.

"Does this mean I get a chocolate pie and a creampie tonight?"

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[the-s1lly-corner]

I’m baaaaack!!

Oh I’ve missed your writing, I just got dragged off due to some stuff irl and having a mini hyper fixation on Eddie Munson-

How are you dear? 🥺 everything okay? Drinking water and eating food? I hope you are!

Would love to see if you could possibly do hcs of all the different ways LJ would comfort you and show you how much he loves you as well as how he’d react to his s/o having gift giving and physical touch be her main love languages!

- 🩶 Anon

Laughing Jack comforting a reader who has gift giving/touch as a love language!

i have one other request in the inbox asides this one but i think imma save it for later since im!! tired.. im doing okay-ish? ups and downs, i will admit the past few weeks i havent been feeling right/like myself but im sure its just a funk or something.. gotta drink more water, though </3 hope you enjoy this anon!

jack is very very clingy himself, like in an emotional sense but also a physical sense... if it were efficient he would wrap himself around you and not let go but unfortunately a lot of things in life would get inconvenienced

a majority of that clinginess comes from his abandonment issues, with only a portion just being a part of his personality

very verbal in wanting to keep you around, and while he may not out right say or ask it, i think sometimes he needs some reassurance from you that youre not going to be going anywhere

will take any chance he can to sling his arm around you, usually just draping it over your shoulders lazily while you guys hang around one another

i dont think hes opposed to hand holding, either.. he has very large hands and theyre warm... sharp claws, though

if anything you might have to ask him to give you space because he wants to spent a lot of his free time with you (and hes got a lot of free time if youre the one in possession of that little box of his); i think sometimes he can get a little overwhelming/overstimulating... i love him but personally i think he could be a little much every now and then

loves leaving you notes, usually leaves some candy with them. typically leaves them in places where he knows you'll find them, like by your keys or at the front door... likes leaving them when he knows youre about to leave for work or any other outing... will still leave them if hes the one leaving for something, although its rare that he needs to head out for something and admittedly i cant think of anything he would need to do/get done that would require him to leave briefly

looooooooooves showering you in affection, especially if you guys are in a romantic relationship; peppers you in kisses and snuggles into your cheek.. hugs, lots of hugs. will take any chance he can get to snake his arms around you. please cuddle him

so i think its safe to say that the physical touch bit is more than satisfied, on both ends

as for gift giving, i gotta say my brain is a little melted so i can tell whos giving and whos receiving, so lets do both!

if youre the one giving gifts to jack hes going to be totally over the moon...! a present? for HIM? is it christmas? is it his birthday? ...i dont.. think he has a birthday, actually... but that aside i think he would adore nearly anything you give him since hes totally obsessed with you. likely keeps it within close reach, be it in his own space, his box, or even in his hair since that functions as a means of storage in my silly hc!!

if hes the one giving gifts i think he would try to slink around to figure out what you like.. if its something more than candy then maybe... this would be one of those rare chances where he leaves the house for something, making sure not to be seen of course. which is easy when he can turn into a puff of smoke at will. honestly knowing him hes probably not going to be able to hold himself back from the gifts, so prepare to wake up to a whole pile of them in the morning... might try his hand at wrapping them but due to his claws theres some holes and slashes... but its the thought that counts..!

though if he needs to hide anything for occasions like birthdays hes not going to be able to keep it a secret... if he doesnt blurt it out hes going to be really antsy and keep checking where ever hes hiding the gifts to see if theyve been found or tampered yet

adding this in because i forgot comforting the reader!! right before i was about to hit post!!

if youre feeling anxious about him leaving or being upset with you i think he would reassure you to the best of his ability

tries to keep the mood light, likely cracks jokes while hes holding your hands... might be slightly rocking your hands back and forth or side to side

looks like the type to kiss tears away... though hes gonna have the be careful about it given that cone nose of his... though him attempting to be gentle while keeping his determination to pepper your face with pecks might be enough to crack a smile from you

literally will not leave you alone until youre smiling

[kikiwooo]

I wanted to ask so badly but my social anxiety gets the best of me even online. But can I ask for a Dyrroth and male reader headcanons? Fluff or smut,I'm fine with whatever. Take your time <3

notes: male reader, sfw&nsfw, honestly dyrroth mains r a bully

© @/kikiwooo

SFW

Dyrroth is a possessive partner, he expects his mate to be loyal to him and only him, after all that's how he is to you. Literally what the fuck is sexuality? If the Abyss Prince wants something, he will get it. No matter what. No one dares to argue with him anyway, who are they? Some lowly insects they are to Dyrroth, easy to crush and break. All for you anyway, he wants you and will show it in every possible way.

Dyrroth is huge on physical affection, he'll grab, squeeze, lick and bite you. He doesn't even attempt to make it sexual, to feel you closer, that's normal, isn't it? The Abyss Prince loves to sneak behind you and hug you into his chest, he'll purr lowly into your ear too. He misses you, y'know~ Another thing that Dyrroth loves to rub himself to you, basically marking you with his scent. His scent on you is quite heavy, even more dominant than your own. You sometimes scare others because of that, I mean smelling like the Abyss Prince has quite the effect.

Play fighting is considered to be an act of affection in demon language so you two spar daily, if not hourly. He doesn't go easy on you, he wants his partner to be strong and not depend on him everytime, of course, he'll protect you with his everything, to his last drop of blood and breath.

NSFW

Dyrroth's sex life is basically his emotions, nothing more really. If he feels down for it, out of the blue he'd be deaf to your protests and drag you to god knows where. His body heat is naturally high so both of you are likely sweat a lot because of his warmth. For some reason he is obsessed with how your body reacts to him, when you say the opposite thing, it just skyrockets his ego and leaves so much room to tease you endlessly~

You both are switch in this relationship, Dyrroth doesn't take no as an answer, sometimes it's good to get dicked down. Dyrroth will be rough, if he's in the mood he'll go with your commands, what you wanna do basically. If not, oh boy good luck because it going to hurt a lot. Plus if he's frustrated enough to break you, he'll just act like a beast in heat. Grabbing your hips roughly that they'll bruise later and slam into you mercilessly, please be more loud, he wants everyone to know who's making you this feel good~

If he is the one who's getting a good dicked down, Dyrroth expects you to be same with him, rough. Please get a hold of his tail and pull, the most easy way to get him submissive. Grab onto his horns whilst thrusting pounding into him, bite down onto him, he's all yours to use.

His tail wags like a dog, when reaching his peak its starts to wag uncontrollably, like Dyrroth himself has to get a hold of his tail because it's embarrassing.

[the-phantom-author]

she would definitely perform vampire or mix it up and surprise everyone and maybe do all american bitch from guts

guts is so ragey and mad and everything so she’s in her feelings performing then when she gets back to her seat, she’s all soft and ☺️☺️😊😊😌😌with hasan.

and if she wins?????? yall it’s over. wrap it up, it’s the clip of the night her hugging him and her manager, kissing hasan before she runs up, his eyes are sparkling because he’s got tears in his eyes (he was there when she wrote some of the songs, he got to go through the album making process with her, he knows all the emotion and anger and sadness in this album. so to see it being celebrated??? he’s melting)

she’s speechless, she’s trying to give the acceptance speech but all she can say is thank you. thank you to absolutely everyone.

tmrw on stream he’s gonna recap and she’ll come sit with him, leftover makeup still on, eye makeup smudged because she couldn’t scrub it all off, hair still slightly big after taking it down, talking about how it was cool to meet so and so, oh this part was boring, they skipped after parties because they wanted to watch the next episode of the show they’re watching

the first time they’ve been on stream together since maybeeeeee september or october when she started pulling back from him because she was so in love and just couldn’t be around anymore if they weren’t going to be together.

they don’t react to anything to serious, just highlights from the night, maybe some tiktok’s, maybe true crime, just giggling and chatting🩷🩷🩷🩷

It's the way that everytime she's on camera, it's just her being all smiley and 🥰🥰 while talking to Hasan. She's pointing the people he knows of our to him, asking him if he wants to be introduced to them.

The performance of Vampire/All American Bitch??? Unparalleled. Her best best performance yet. You can feel her all her rage and anger while she's on stage, you can feel it both in person and in video, but the moment she gets back to her seat it's a total 180°. She's all smiley while Hasan is telling her who great of a job she did. Actual heart eyes from the both of them.

And when she wins?? It so over. She had a speech kinda planned but the moment she gets on stage its a thanks to her manager a the entire rest of the time she allowed os dedicated to Hasan. "And thanks to my wonderful partner, Hasan. Who didn't know it at the time and probably doesn't know it up until now, but is the reason this album was capable of being made. Who kept me sane throughout the making of it, even when I would call at 2am becuase i needed someone to talk to. He was always there. So, thank you Hasan. For being there for me since I've known you, and I can wait to be there for you till forever. I love you. And I'm running out of time."

And he is so just discussing it tomorrow on stream. Chat wont let him not do it. But when you come on stream, like an hour after it started, eye makeup smudged, hair still big and messy, very tired, clearly having long. Just to mention that you didn't go to any after party and when straight home to watch a show with Hasan, chat is just like 👀👀👀.

At some point she goes "chat you want to see something?" And leaves frame for like ten seconds and comes back with her Grammy.

[iturbide]

Do you have any thoughts (or headcanons) on Emmeryn for like. writing her? The game gives us so little, I have a lot of trouble with it, but I refuse to give up and write her out!

OH MAN I HAVE A TON OF THOUGHTS ON WRITING EMMERYN I honestly love getting to play around with her and I wish I had more opportunities to really do so.

She may look frail, but much like Lissa, she's not delicate, and actually a lot stronger than she appears. Emmeryn experienced firsthand what her father's strength could do when he used it carelessly, and she had made every effort to be gentle in all matters; however, when her emotions are running particularly high, she can slip and be more forceful (things like hugging her brother extra tight when he gets back from a dangerous mission because she's just so relieved to see him safe).

Similarly, while she may appear calm and measured, it's actually a mask that she's spent years perfecting, starting with interactions with her father and proceeding through her early years as Exalt. Emmeryn is much more emotional than she lets on, but she's had to be this perfect icon for so many people in her life -- a guardian for her siblings, a leader to the Ylissean people -- that it's become habit by now to wear it. When the mask does slip, it's usually because something has pushed her to a breaking point (though her partners can see the full measure of her trust in them when she purposefully sheds it).

Mask or not, Emm is a very compassionate person, and despite her cultural upbringing, she makes every effort to treat everyone -- regardless of their history or heritage -- with kindness and respect. Because of this, she tends not to react instantaneously to anything: whatever her gut reaction is, she does not voice it, instead taking a moment to examine it before speaking so that she can avoid causing offense with a thoughtless remark.

Emm is a pacifist: she has no intention of making war the way her father did, only of defending her nation's borders when needed. This does not, however, make her a pushover: Emmeryn is much more stubborn than her brother, and staunchly refuses to back down when she sets her mind to something. We get at least a glimpse of this when news arrives about Maribelle's kidnapping: she turns both her brother and the captain of the pegasus knights down when they insist on making Gangrel pay, insisting instead on speaking with Gangrel directly to try finding a way to peace.

This can, however, be something of a double-edged sword. Emm's pacifism extends to the point where she hesitates to use the power that she has at her command, having seen the horrors wrought by its abuse under her father. This can lead to its own kind of abuse -- specifically by those who realize that they'll never be punished for disobedience because she won't bring her power to bear against them. This rarely happens out in the open, of course, but I suspect that it's much more widespread than she would ever want to believe.

Above all else, Emmeryn loves her siblings and her country. She walks the street without any barriers between herself and her people, clear proof of her trust and affection for them. I suspect that, along with her routine bureaucratic and legislative duties, she makes time whenever she's able to hold audiences for the common folk, listen to their grievances, and offer what aid she can to ease their burdens. She recognizes that they are the heart of the nation, and Ylisse would crumble without their support; her popularity stems in no small part to how she tends to their needs, rather than prizing the nobility over all else as her father had.

Again, though, this is something of a double-edged sword, as she has not done herself any favors with the nobles. Between the way she favors the common folk and her stubborn refusal to give them the benefits they got used to under the former Exalt; while they're polite to her face, more than one noble is frustrated by how she's chosen to rule the halidom. Their pushes to have her marry are not only so that she will have an heir to continue the Exalted Lineage, but in hopes that her spouse will be able to wrench some measure of favor back to the family that weds her; on top of that, some have far more wicked plots to depose her entirely, like the hierarch who sold her out to Gangrel for the likely promise of power.