#Floated in a hc chat

[griffincastle]

Rereading Warriors... so now they are kitties

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I want to make a request!

Imagine if reader gets stuck in game (from like this human reality) and turns into a cookie... And I don't think cookies have like fingers and stuff like that so we'd obviously struggle with that part and many more...

And how would Pure vanilla and Shadow milk cookie react to that? They don't know we're not from here because we don't say it to them, but they can clearly notice that we can't even hold a rock or walk properly and etc..

Ty if you decide to do this!

☆ Whole New Reality — Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla (seperate) x Human!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Upon entering this new reality, you were surprised when you landed in a shadowy area where a group of three were huddled up and chatting together. The blue leader turned to you, floating over and asking how you'd stumbled in

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He found out pretty quickly that you couldn't even stand well, much less walk. He used the end of his staff to lift you into a proper stance, joking that you were acting like a Sugar Gnome after being through a salad spinner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He introduces himself as Shadow Milk, offering outright that he could tell you were new here. You panicked a little initially, but with a deep bow he dramatically proclaims that he'll be your guide. A helping hand would be nice, yes? And who better than him!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You stood confused while his henchmen applauded behind him, noting how noble it was of him. He soaked in your praises while pulling you close to his side, an arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. He flashes you a wide smirk while mentioning that he thinks you're going to be very good friends

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Alternatively, you find yourself in a warm field in front of a kingdom, confusion filling you right before a blinding light of the sun burns your eyes. You cover your face, attempting to stand when suddenly feeling a supporting hand on your shoulder

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A gentle voice asks if you're alright, a large sleeve coming up to block the sun from your vision. As he holds you up, you try to play it off, but he becomes immediately concerned when you can't go two steps without stumbling and falling to the ground

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tells you not to move, assessing your legs in his hands to see if he can sense any injuries. His staff waves over your form, and he seems confused once he pulled back. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong, but you seemed so disoriented

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He eventually helps you stand once more, telling you to hold tight while he begins walking you to the castle. He promises to help you in any way he can, meanwhile you're mentally trying to think how you're going to explain where you're actually from. For now, you're content to just lean against the Healer while he promises you some beverages for the trouble

[haveihitanerve]

Gotham Is Sentient my HC:

Bruce actually talks to her. Like out loud. It freaks people who cant see her tf out

She doesn't actually have a real form per se, its more like a vibe, but she has gentle, slender hands and a sharp nose and long dark black hair. Thats the most defining features. Also she doesn't like walking and kinda floats over his shoulder like a weird ass angel and devil type shit

She does call herself Bruce���s mother. Bruce doesn't not reciprocate the title and she is mad about it “stop denying me parental rights!!”

She also doesn't take so kindly to alfred for a plethora of reasons, but does not voice them because Bruce doesn't like it

Every single one of the batkids can see her (eventually) but they thought he was crazy and sometimes still pretend they cant just to fuck with him- especially if a new kid is around Dick: Bruce who are you talking to? Bruce: Gotham??? Dick what do you mean she’s right here? Dick: Bruce… what are you talking about? Bruce: I know you can see her Dick don’t fuck with me- Newly Robin Jason: *slowly backing away*

The kids do call her Grandma on occasion

Steph was the first to see her and chatted with her before she even met Bruce

All the other kids see her because they’re extensions of Bruce

When the Watchtower is at the just right angle she can appear there too, otherwise she’s confined to just Gotham

Bludhaven does not have a spirit because its a new city and doesn't have all the curse and shit gotham does- also its new and hasn't had enough time to build a spirit- but Gotham has already named her- “of course its going to be a woman Richard, no useless man city will ever claim you.” “... I am a man Gotham.” “hush child don't remind me” 

Anyway she holds that against Dick but he always “buys” his way back into her good graces when he visits with trinkets or a new flip or smth "you fold so quickly" "shut up Bruce don't talk to your mother like that- he brought me a bracelet!" "you dont have arms"

Bruce did the “I don't have a mom. Or a dad.” “im right here!” “Sometimes i can still hear her voice…” because Dick forced him to and its the only time he has ever even mildly consented to having her be called his mom

Bruce is mostly human because of her. Mostly. He discovers this fact once when talking to Clark and the hero goes like “i still can’t believe you do this and you’re human.” *said with horror disgust and awe* and Gotham laughed awkwardly and went “wellllll…”

Stephanie is her golden child and while she adores Bruce he is her gorgeous baby prince, she will take Steph’s side on almost every matter just to annoying

Dick first saw her when he put Zucco in prison and didn't kill him Bruce: *proud Dick made the right choice* Dick: *staring at him in horror* Bruce: *turns to look around* what? Dick: *horrified that Bruce isn't actually insane* theres a woman floating next to your head… Gotham: *delighted!* he can see me!

Once they see her they can never stop. Its lovely and also horrible. 

Jason first saw her when he was running away from Bruce after nailing him in the dick with a socket wrench when they first met Jason: Ya big boob! Bruce: *loosing it with laughter* Gotham: *wiping away tears* Jason: *what the fuuuuckkk* why is there a lady here? Gotham: *delighted!* already!!?!?!?! Ohhh Richard is not going to be happy about this

Tim first saw her about a month into Robin, for no special reason at all really, he and Bruce were just chilling on a roof and he leaned against Bruce’s side and pop a woman appeared next to him, watching the sunrise with him and he was like !!!!! and she was like !!!!!!!!!! and yeah

Cass met her a second before she met Bruce, hunched in an alleyway, and she cocked her head at her like a cat, Gotham mirrored it, and then Bruce dropped from the sky 

Gotham has been with Bruce since before his parents died but before Batman she appeared as different like…vibes and it takes Bruce like solid years into being Batman to realize this Bruce: *!!!!* Gotham: what.. Bruce: you! You were that random thing I saw floating around the house!! Gotham: *sliding away casually* whaaaaat? Bruce: Don't you fucking dare- I thought I was insane! My parents were a hair away from calling a doctor for me! Gotham: how do you claim not to be insane- Bruce: *!!!!* You!!!!!

Babs met her after she had already retired Batgirl, one slow day as Oracle Babs: alright Batman, that should be the last of them, the signal is off, head home Bruce: copy that, thank you O. Babs: *tired, leans back in her chair* *muttering* at least he has manners now.. Gotham: *sitting on the table next to her* I told him I could raise him better than that British guy Babs: *startled, almost falls out of chair* wha-who- huh??? Gotham: *blinks. Blinks again* you can see me.. Babs: *stares. Blinks. Blinks again. Rubs tired hand over face* fuck… and here I thought he was just a crazy man talking to himself… Gotham: *grinning* nope! Babs: i wanted him to be a crazy man talking to himself. Gotham:... well technically he still is

Duke met her in the middle of a fight Duke: um. Hello. Gotham: *floating next to him* hi! Duke: *throws a dude out the window* do you uh… hi? Civilians should be evacuating... Gotham: *grinning* Ooooh you’re fun Duke Thomas. Duke: th-thank you? ~Later~ Tim: oh my gods tell me you did not say that?!?! Duke: IDK!!! Its a spirit! The Spirit Of Gotham dude! What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to handle that??? Gotham: *right next to him* Well Tim handled it quite well Duke: *scrambles up and falls over the back of the couch* Tim+Gotham:... Duke: *from the floor* why did I ever agree to be apart of this family Tim: *leaning over the back of the couch* i have no idea man Gotham: *cheerily* oh neither of you would’ve escaped it, don't worry! Tim+Duke:... Duke: i find that very worrying…

Oh i forgot- when she appears in the Watchtower Bruce flinches every time because she just materializes and shes the only thing/person/whatever that can actually sneak up on him successfully. It always freaks every hero nearby the fuck out because whatjustscaredthebatomgwhat- and so she specifically does it when hes in the middle of meetings. The kids think its hilarious. Bruce is not amused

Thats all i've got for now! Feel free to add your own or not or wtv… idk! :)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hey, could I request a fic for ena dream bbq? Ena x reader who's a slightly funky version of a mars rover.

They look like the spirit/opportunity rovers for the most part, with the whole robot head and solar panel wing thing going on. But, their wheels are floating just a little off the ends of their leg thingies, and they can separate into individual pieces making up hands/feet, and their body and legs are a bit more articulated, so the reader can stand up in a more humanoid shape if they so choose.

And on their head, they have a small screen near their cameras, which they use to show emotion using emoticons, because it's a low resolution screen that pretty much only displays a few characters of text. So they just kinda go :] <:D >:/ :P BJ X0 ;3 ':2 c: D8 ',:) :7 (individually not all at once) when they are talking to people. Sometimes they display a word or a few symbols instead tho, like "there's a 37 percent chance of that happening" and their screen says 37%, or they go ??? When confused or something.

They usually stay in regular rover form while traveling, driving on their wheels, and go humanoid when they need to carry something, talk to people, or generally are in a situation where hands are useful. They do have one arm that isn't one of their wheels, but it has somewhat delicate scientific equipment in it, so they don't use it as much for everyday stuff. They also turn off their screen when they aren't actively trying to convey emotions, so usually only when alone or around people they know well and trust.

theyre working together with ena, and on the side just casually taking soil samples and pictures of interesting things. Write whatever you feel like, one shot, hc, anything, whatever you feel inspired to write. Preferably platonic, but if you wanna write a romance I won't stop you. (If you wanna add any other characters like coral glasses or Kane or something that could also be fun, even someone from the series like classic ena or shepherd, but that makes things more complicated so you very much don't have to)

Have a nice day! :D

(sorry this ask is so long and probably goes into unnecessary detail, im a rambler and decided to give a whole character description for some reason ':∆. You don't need to write this if you don't wanna)

This is a cool concept! I don't mind the extra details! Hope hcs are alright

..........

While you don't recall when or where you were built, you do know your purpose: take pictures of intriguing subjects, steal soil and rock samples, etc. etc. Everything you've once done in space, you do here on this world.

But it felt less like a job and more like a hobby. Something that stimulated your circuitry and allowed you to experience "joy" (which you once thought was strictly reserved for living organisms) in everything you found.

Your creators have long since forgotten you...or maybe they all died and didn't think you'd outlive them. You had no orders to follow. No signals to relay. No real mission to accomplish.

So you took it upon yourself to join Ena and Froggy's group, wanting to have some sort of directive, even if it meant helping them accomplish whatever business called for them to do.

Some days, you'd be in the Hub, assisting Coral Glasses with her work regarding the Horse Door, faxing her blood samples and other interesting specimen you've picked up, or she might print a picture of something bizarre she found and ask for your input.

You weren't programmed with a voice (which she doesn't mind since she's not a fan of social interactions and lengthy chats). Instead, you communicate through a screen next to your cameras, which display a variety of emoticons, emojis, and symbols. It's not the greatest resolution, but it gets your point across.

Some icons are indicative of approval, some of disdain, and others...would be confusing for the average person to understand.

For Froggy? He tends to mistranslate what you're trying to say and has the nerve to ask why you made a >:( face.

For Kane? He gets it half the time.....but he's more worried about getting his coins stuck in your wheels again.

For Ena? It's no problem. She knows exactly what you mean every time, acting like she's been there since your construction, while also respecting your autonomy.

When your new and current directive became "eliminate the smoke", you thought the tasks leading to its completion would be simple.

But with Ena, it turns out to be anything but that.

In the Lonely Door, you noticed that the Uncanny Streets had a dry deserted terrain. You had a phobia of dust storms and your wheels getting stuck in sand traps, but thankfully the conditions here don't permit such occurrences. And your solar panels are always keeping your batteries charged, as it never gets dark, either--so in short, travelling around would be the least of your concerns.

While your screen initially displays nothing as you scan the environment, Ena somehow knows what you're thinking and pats the top of your head.

"This will be a great opportunity to gather vital intel and ask invasive questions!" Salesperson grins. "I can smell the opportunities from up here, my friend. Don't you?"

":U....<:)"

"That's the spirit! I couldn't have said it better myself! I vow to get to the bottom of this mysterious Gen--bAthR00M."

"🚽?"

"Ew! I didn't need to see THAT!!!" Meanie pretends to retch. "Go take 300 pictures of that cloud for me, you hunk of metal!!"

Funny enough, you don't take her demands as an insult. Your storage is like a bottomless pit, so you could hypothetically take 300 pics of one singular cloud if its shape and placement in the sky intrigued you enough.

But you'd rather stick with her and assist her with the different jobs she's been given.

You can shift between your primary vehicle mode and your more humanoid one for easy interactions with folks--although you being taller than Ena in that latter form leads to Meanie pouting and grumbling under her breath when she thinks you can't see her.

Too bad for her, as your camera/eyes can see 360.

While she talks to people (which is really them messing with her and claiming to be the boss, insulting her species, and eventually giving her something to do), you're just taking pictures of things like the giant melded into the building, the black tree without leaves that's wandering about the outskirts, or the alienlike Wanderers in the sky.

Rescuing Shoryo's pets/babies is easy, as you're able to maneuver around tight spaces and let them rest on your platform, driving them back to the horselike entity.

He felt flattered that you "delivered them to [him] on a silver platter"...which left you wondering if he intended to eat them.

Before you can question it, there's an explosion and you see Ena and the Shaman outside of the now-destroyed Seal House.

After she's given the humanboard, you discover fertile soil deposits around the streets, learning that the head can grow into a full body and help her reach higher places.

The ribcages buried within the dirt intrigued you, but oddly enough...she didn't want you to take any bone samples.

All you wanted to do was perform a light brush, a gentle abrasion on the surface. Just enough to get a microscopic calcium extract so you could determine how old it is.

You had no idea what overcame Ena when her clawed hand latches onto your delicate arm unexpectedly, threatening to damage your analyzers, drills bits, and other scientific equipment embedded into it.

It sets off internal alarms, red lights flashing across your vision, but you silence those in favor of staring at her. "🦴❌?"

"I just....don't want you to do that. It might hurt him.." Meanie's voice drops into a low whisper, something extremely uncharacteristic of her, as her mitten hand trembles and cradles the humanboard closer to her chest. Like some maternal instinct had overtaken her. "Please.."

Your screen goes dark, but you comply and leave the soil alone.

Perhaps not everything needs exploration.

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; shadow milk cookie

requested by ; anonymous (04/09/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shadow milk cookie

outline ; “Ahem… Shadow Milk Cookie Yandere HC’s?? *slides you a 20* (I’m 20 yrs old btw)”

warning(s) ; yandere!shadow milk cookie, potentially ooc!shadow milk cookie at points, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, stalking, kidnapping, physical abuse, psychological abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, heavily implied murder, just a really toxic and abusive dynamic overall (duh lol)

on the surface it’s quite difficult to tell the difference between shadow milk cookie’s behaviour as a lover normally and how he acts as a yandere… at least as long as you do as you’re told and don’t try and disobey him — and that’s pretty much entirely down to the fact that he’s the beast of deceit; lying and acting come as easily to him as breathing so he’s very good at either hiding the darker sides of himself from you, or at convincing you that the red flags and abusive behaviours that you do notice are either fabrications of your mind or completely deserved because of some slight you committed against him

he’s also very intentional about how he gets you under his thumb, treating the whole thing like an elaborate play where he ensures that everyone plays their part — he’ll stalk you religiously for weeks, make sure you never see him but that you know you’re being followed so that your mental stability declines, go out of his way to manipulate your relationships with your loved ones so they break down (or that they’re not around to care about you anymore) and you’re left completely isolated, and then, once he’s certain that you’re suitably vulnerable for his needs he’ll simply swoop in and take you back to his realm where nobody will be able to find you

(and where he can get rid of anyone who does without having to leave you alone for too long)

he tests you a lot, dangling the promise of freedom in front of your face just long enough for you to regain some semblance of hope only to snatch it away and punish you for daring to even think about betraying your husband — and his punishments are always incredibly disproportionate to whatever infraction you committed against him (e.g. your eyes lighting up a bit too much at the mention of something/someone from your old life for his tastes is met with a period of isolation so gruelling you’ll end up hallucinating and begging for his company, while an actual attempt to escape — even if wholly unsuccessful — is followed by a staged fight with the monsters dwelling in his domain that leaves you so broken and battered that you’ll be wholly reliant on him to be able to move for the next few weeks)

he claims that he hates these punishments just as much as you do, but the sadistic glee in his eyes when he’s enacting them and the smug grin on his face when you finally relent say otherwise

shadow milk cookie is extremely possessive — hence his very thorough method of isolating you from your larger social circle before he took you — and, as such, anytime he gets the slightest inkling that you might have at some point had feelings for someone else (be that a fleeting consideration that a stranger was attractive or an actual fully fledged past relationship) then he makes quick work of dragging them back to his domain and letting them know that you’re taken

he never elaborates on what that means, but based on all of the screams you hear when he brings someone new ‘home’ you decide that you’re better off just living in ignorance

he likes to talk to you, loves the sound of your voice more than his own, and could happily spend days at a time just chatting with you (or, as it happens for most of the earlier months of your ‘relationship’, at you) — but for as vocal as he is, sometimes he’ll just sit/float in the same room as you and just stare at you with that damned smile on his face

just following your every movement with visible hearts in his eyes — letting out the occasional dreamy sigh or humming along to a tune you couldn’t even hope to guess as he observes you like you’re some sort of exotic pet — and if he wasn’t literally holding you captive, if he were literally anyone else, you might have even gone so far as to call him cute for it

his ultimate goal is to break you and make you love him, and he makes good use of his magic and his talent for lying to do that — he convinces you that everyone you knew actually despises you and that nobody has even tried to search for you after you disappeared, he conjurs up illusions of your loved ones insulting and belittling and mocking you that infect your dreams and begin to twist your memories to match his assertions as more time passes in his realm, he oscillates between ignoring and isolating you and showering you with affection and attention to make you crave his presence and company more than you loathe him for kidnapping you, and he gets into your head enough to wholeheartedly convince you that every punishment he inflicts is for your own good

he’s manipulative as fuck and cruel as all hell, but eventually it starts to work and you begin to develop a sort of stockholm syndrome for your captor

it may take months or years or even decades if you’re especially stubborn, but you’re still only human and he’s willing to wait however long he needs to in order to see you break

after all, shadow milk cookie spent eons trapped in that damned tree waiting for his freedom so he can wait even longer for the love of his life

how disgustingly obsessive

how terribly romantic of him

[zengguos]

a few more yellowjackets soccer hcs floating in my head:

● the defense line are the closet with each other. genlissa left side (sorry jenna, melissa's not midfield material to me, those reaction times, runs and the stalking positioning is giving left back vibes) and lottielee right side. the group tease lottielee for picking up each other's habits like the little lip smile laura lee does, lottie ends up unconsciously doing it too. sometimes van gets super pissed in high pressure matches and has to tell genlissa off for chatting too much because they're her weaker side.

● they usually run a 4-4-2 formation, but change to 3-5-2 by putting lottie in defensive mid-field for pressure, support and coverage if by half time they're tieing/losing (laura lee fully controlling defense now). coach martinez's strategy that he tells lottie to do when she's placed there — "take them down. no matter how risky it is, you're taking them down." and she takes that very seriously and literally. 💀

● lottie is the "emergency goal-keeper". one match van got potentially injured and had to be subbed off. they didn't have the second string or jv keeper on the bench, so lottie had to switch positions with the logic behind it being "she's got big hands, the tallest and has the best footwork, she can cover post to post the best." — every one jokes about that match.

● lottie being given the throw ins and she launches the ball across the field (prime stoke city rory delap style haha).

● tai and van do additional practice at the local park field for a few hours on saturdays. tai is open for anyone to come join them. usually the others show up for a while (laura lee, lottie, jackie dragging shauna along) just to hang out and mess around. but, unspokenly, this time is used for anyone that needs an excuse to get out of their house, away and disconnected from their family stressors and pressures. nat goes to every single one and is usually the last person on the field. they assume it's to make up on the practices that she has missed, but it is because she doesn't want to go back home.

● still keeping that original character pitch of nat being made to join an extra curriculum as part of her deal with the principle to avoid being expelled and stay at the school.

● nat got her first set of cleats from the old starter senior right winger in her freshman year before she left — telling nat that she had natural talent for this. which made nat decide she wanted to play in that position and take the sport more seriously to the point she made varsity in her sophomore year as it felt like someone looked out, supported and had faith in her in the past, present and future for the first time.

● nat is their corner taker for both sides. she knows how to pick a target and start a movement of play from analysing the positions everyone is in. communicating the play she is about to set up with hand signals. usually it's just aiming for lottie's tall head in the middle of the pack that ends up being a guaranteed goal. 😭

● "now look what you've done! now you've made robin cry." van would always say when the lockeroom drama has gotten too intense — that idea makes me laugh so much. I love it.

● laura lee has major team mom vibes when they have away matches. she is the friend that has everything in her huge duffle bag. need a band-aid? a spare hair-tie? didn't bring anything to eat or drink? feeling sick, do you want some tylenol? need some deodorant? mints to cover up your alcoholic breath? broke something? well let her whip out the portable sewing kit she carries around with her and fix it for you before the match. if she doesn't have what you need, she knows who will.

● we know jackie got made captain for nationals. so, I hc laura lee is the vice captain for nationals and takes the band when jackie is subbed off. if jackie is influence, laura lee is balance. she's stubborn and headstrong enough for it, but also compassionate and mindful. she does bring a clear balance to the other hotheads and she is a team player compared to those who are more individualistic in the team, or simply don't want the pressure of leading, or have the experience. she doesn't let the girls the opinions weigh on her, or attitudes waiver her resolve and we see that she can bite back and tease too. she also allows people to have their voice with her and brings that open space for challenges and discussions. she does have captain qualities but not on jackie's level of charisma, infulence and outright vocalness. she's the next best pick to lead if you compare her to the others and their attitudes and reactions to that responsibility in that setting.

● tai was upset over not getting captain or vice captain for nationals.

● shauna is the fastest and likes to flaunt it. tai likes to try and race her every warm up with the full pitch line to line exercise to see if she can finally beat her. but, nat and melissa are the closet to always nearly catching shauna up.

● you just know other teams hated going against the varsity team. not because they were undefeated or had lots of skill and talent. it was purely on their attitude! they were totally the villains of the season that every school in the state wanted to topple on attitude alone. but, they were so good psychologically at getting into people's heads on the pitch. that's how they were able to pull off most of their plays — the cutthroat mentality! influence, power, pressure and risky sometimes boarding dirty tricks. you didn't want to give up possession with them because that was a instant game-over if they were able to control the narrative of the game even down goals. they will and can take you into the last minutes of the game — it's not over until the final whistle.

● mari gets her yellow cards mostly as a disciplinary warning. she keeps flashing her middle finger to the opposition players. ball goes out of play? "ayyyyyy" *wags her finger fingers at them*. scores a goal? middle fingers celebration. the opposition team player pisses her off? boom middle finger. jackie does tell her off for it, but lightly because she does it too. she finds it funny and also joins in too if her and mari have done a set play that's paid off — love the sassy striker duo.

● "things must be grim if you're subbing in." / "I was just decoy bitch!" mari support!! mari being the tactical sub in!! mari being the ultimate assistance!! as the second striker she is supposed to track back and press constantly so jackie can make those runs. oh she is the pit girl because she is the one that is expected to fill the hole between the oppositions defense and mid-field by going in deep and allowing jackie the space to get that opportunity to score.

● when the ref puts the free kick spray down for the ball position, mari will try (or be tempted to try) and quickly scoop the foam up and change the spot positioning. she did that last match before their state final match which got her replaced on the starting line up by allie as her punishment. but, coach martinez does quietly respect her audacity because "in the adult world, in real life, nothing is a 100% fair. survival isn't fair." which makes ben eye roll.

● mari is a serial diver too, like she will take the opportunity to go down in the box if there's a challenge on her so they can call for a penalty kick. tai is their go to penalty kicker and she has a 100% record (she knows how to shoot her targets).

● jackie really does have a passion for soccer. it is one of things she knows she loves despite everything going on in her head, that makes her feel like she is connected to her body and a part of something; living, breathing and in control the ball leaving her feet for the pay off. she goes to see the friday night college matches at rutgers with shauna.

● jackie is the one who creates the little team dances to van's mixtapes as her own little pre-match ritual to get into the headspace. everyone slowly/unknowingly just started copying her moves until it became the joint team dance before every match. jackie/van pre-match lockeroom hypewomen.

● during the school fundraising day: mari, van and jackie worked their asses off to get the most funds in the sports department by running a food stall. mari with her full on cook out of homemade family recipe meals, van with her theatrical persuasive selling skills to get more people to buy more, jackie with her popular pull of attracting people's attention to the stall.

● their little varsity initiation tradition into the first team is making you wear the disgustingly stinky yellowjackets wasp mascot costume after the first pep rally with the team that you have to do the "buzz! buzz! buzz!" chant and dance in.

● they have bets on who gets carded during the match (lottie is the safest option to put your money on). but, there's also a rule that if you do get carded you have to chip in to pay for the post-match pizza for everyone who didn't. it is also a team tradition that the person with the most cards throughout the season has to organise the end of season party as the punishment (which jackie ends up helping with anyways).

● during post-match pizza parties van makes them hit up the arcade with her and there's an all out war. jackie, tai, lottie, nat and van (and secretly shauna despite being terrible at them) get super competitive in trying to beat each other in mortal kombat and street fighter. laura lee doesn't like playing the fighters, but is insanely good at racing games like daytona usa and rave racer which pisses van off because she can't ever beat her. (yes I'm keeping the pilot script childhood best friends between van and laura lee running).

● all the seniors instantly adopted akilah and were pissed when the coach chose allie to move up to varsity from jv and start over her.

● smoking sessions behind the gym before practice usually with nat, lottie and shauna after ap history. but, they have to keep rotating spots because ben keeps busting them for it.

● the photos at the reunion were taken by jackie (and misty). jackie was on the yearbook committee too and always had a disposable camera on her, snapping away. she would give one to misty to capture random moments between the girls too when she's too busy playing to capture the moment.

● misty tries to help beyond being just equipment manager. she writes strategies, player weaknesses and strengths for the team and their opposition in her horrendously amazing lisa frank white cat themed notebooks (laura lee has the horse one that misty gifted her for her birthday that she uses). she shows her strategies to ben during practice. he skims through them and loosely praises her enough to make her happy, but doesn't really push for them against coach martinez's strategies in the varsity team on game day (but does try some with jv). jackie does genuinely read them though and tries to push them into their tactics with her plays.

● ben usually does take over practices because the only time coach martinez cares is when it's match day and he reworks all ben's plans. he gets annoyed that the credit gets given to coach martinez when ben is the one doing the majority of the work with varsity and jv. everyone knows ben is the true head coach at heart.

[rhiangalaxy]

Congrats on the followers!! What about the MXTX main couples celebrating??

Tysm!! They're enjoying a festival <3 Thanks for the rq!!

[ID: An MXTX Crossover doodle. From left to right is Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe. LWJ looks fondly at WWX who is laughing with a closed eye :3 face, flushed from drinking the jar of alcohol in his hand. XL smiles brightly whilst holding a lantern with HC, who looks at him with a smile. XL has a butterfly hairpin in his hair. SQQ holds tanghulu as he leans into LBH's side, looking at him with a slight smile. LBH excitedly chats away at SQQ with his huadian forming a heart. Lanterns float in the air above them all. End ID]

[onceonafullmoon]

could i pleaseee request some sendou x reader hcs?

Okay, just to be clear about this and get it out of the way, you do not need to be a hollywood actress to bag Sendou 

He is actually such a pathetic man and he would literally have his knees go weak if any attractive person looked at him (which you, dear reader, are)

So rest assured, do not worry about that

You’d probably meet him by chance actually, like a romance novel cliche where you accidentally bump into each other and he goes to help you gather your things

Only when he finally looks up at you and you make eye contact, both of you freeze

Him because as I mentioned before, attractive person, and you because, well, you’re a pretty big football fan

You excitedly tell him about what a big fan you are while he stares at you dumb struck, and it's only after he’s given you his autograph and you’ve walked away that he realizes that he probably should have asked for your number

Well damn, he’ll probably never see you again

At least that’s what he thinks before he sees your familiar face in a cafe and a spark of hope shoots through him 

In his head, he’s really suave about walking over to you and easily seducing you.

He’s actually a complete fucking mess when he talks to you, stuttering slightly over his words and his body language awkward, but you either choose to ignore it or simply don’t notice and chat with him excitedly about how hyped you are for the upcoming season

But eventually, somehow, someway, he manages to get himself to ask for your number

And of course, flattered, you give him it and he leaves that cafe almost floating from how light he feels (though he’d never admit that to anyone)

You start texting each other pretty regularly after that, and he finds that it’s much easier to hit on you through text when he doesn’t see your face and get flustered

At least that’s what he thinks before you start flirting back, and then he’s back to square one

(The first time you flirted back he stopped responding for a solid 10 minutes because he was so flustered.)

Anyways as time goes on he gets a little more relaxed around you, even managing a few meetings with you before the season starts

And you’ll find that after you get through his faux arrogance, and after that his nervousness, that he’s actually a pretty determined person working hard for his goals. And you can’t help but find that admirable.

Then the season starts and you find that you guys don’t have as much time to talk, but you still manage to stay in touch

He texts you after practice and on breaks most definitely, earning some teasing from Aiku who pokes fun at him for being “whipped”

The whole team joins in actually, praising their star Ace for finding someone, Sendou wants to die

It’s after the season ends where he finally asks you out, and his whole team ends up helping in his endeavor

To clarify, he did not want them to help, they came to help anyways

And after a series of very close calls and near fuck ups on your outing, he eventually just blurts out that he’s interested in being your boyfriend

And that’s how you start dating

As a lover, he can be incredibly sweet with how he watches you with stars in his eyes when you do almost anything

Don’t ever ask this man for fashion advice though, because he’ll literally drop to his knees if you wear anything (or nothing)

You also learn that he can be a bit of a whiny brat at times too

ex. Whenever you have to leave to do something, he’ll whine about it, he always needs to be the little spoon, and complains loudly when you ignore him after an argument

He’s also a sucker for praise, so if you compliment him he’ll try to play it all cool but he visibly lights up

Don’t praise him too much though, he’s got a bad habit of getting cocky

He’s also super clingy and has a thing for laying his head in your lap and letting you run your fingers through his hair

All in all, he’s a very pathetic man (endearingly so!) and he’d do anything for your attention and praise despite putting on the front of being an arrogant ass

[noirleo]

Oooo, can i plz hear all your jealousy HC for the bayverse boys? :3 hope ur week is going well!

oh my god yes

jealous turtles from most to least ◡̈

(all turtles + reader are adults ♡)

1. raph

c’mon, did you expect anyone else?

being a middle child with three brothers, raph grew up sharing everything he had—his food, his clothes, his personal space. so when he finds someone he has feelings for, he makes a point that he’s not going to share with anyone.

his brothers prefer to take more subtle, graceful methods of claiming their s/os when they feel threatened. raphael does not have a subtle bone in his body.

if someone tries to hit on you while he’s there, he will physically put himself in between the two of you, glaring down at his prey target until they take the hint (and probably flexing his crossed arms as he does so. he doesnt do all of that lifting for nothing).

vern tried to chat you up, once, when you first met. raph swiftly handled it, and you’re not exactly sure what was said, but vern now makes a point to keep a very conservative amount of space between you and him at all times.

a lot of his jealousy comes from insecurity—he definitely thinks you could do better, find someone you could actually walk around with, show off to your friends and go on vacations with.

so how does he cope? by proving his indispensability to you. when you date raph, you don’t lift a finger. need something from the top cabinet? he’s got it in his hands before you even have to ask. want to see a sold out concert? how convenient, he just managed to find some floor seats for you and your friends

don’t ask how he got them, it’s really best for everyone if you don’t actually know (both legally and ethically speaking).

asking someone else for help (god forbid you ask vern or one of his brothers, especially leo) will probably end up in some icy silent treatment and very short yes/no answers to questions that can only be cured by insistent apologies and lots of kisses

2. mikey

oh, our beloved little mikey

mikey spouts confidence, but much like raphael, he is deeply afraid that you’ll leave him for someone whose complexion is a little less green

while raph’s jealousy is defensive, mikey’s is pleading. he needs a lot of verbal reassurance that you’re his, nobody else’s

even when he’s not feeling jealous or insecure about the relationship, he just likes to hear you say it—and once you do, he’ll believe it wholeheartedly, all doubts and anxieties set aside (for the time being, at least)

when you’re around others (and even when you’re not) mikey is extremely physically affectionate, and probably will mention to anyone who will listen in a very unsubtle manner that the two of you are dating and really, really happy together, thank you very much

if you’re sitting, you’re sitting on his lap (or so close that you might as well be). if you’re standing, you can bet that he’s got an arm slung around your waist or your shoulder—just so everyone in the room is clear who you came with and who you’re leaving with

3. donnie

donnie’s jealousy is quiet. he’s much less outward about his feelings of jealousy than raph or mikey, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

when you mention a creepy guy from one of your classes getting a little too close for your comfort, he’ll nod and empathize; little do you know, he’s got the guy’s social security number, address, and name of his childhood pet pulled up on his laptop within seconds.

mysteriously, he doesn’t really show up for class anymore. rumours float around about some pretty shady things hes done being sent to the dean, president, and every RA on campus.

you confront donnie, and he just shrugs innocently. huh, weird, guess it’s a good thing you guys don’t hang out anymore then right? and then he’ll change the subject, but the triumphant gleam in his eye doesn’t go unnoticed

if someone starts to get flirtatious with you while donnie’s around though? all bets are off.

standing at 6’8 and made of pure lean muscle, donnie is fully aware of how intimidating he is, and it radiates off of him.

all it takes is one glare, leering from over your shoulder, and suddenly the person trying to flirt with you has some very important business to handle on the opposite side of the room for the rest of the night.

when you turn around to see donnie standing behind you, one hand on the small of your back, he’s back to his relaxed, smiley self

4. leo

leo is definitely the least jealous of his brothers. he’s confident, bordering on arrogant, and knows what he brings to the table.

i mean, c’mon. the barista who wrote their number on your coffee cup may be cute and share your taste in music, but how many times have they saved new york from an alien invasion? can they do anything to protect you in the event of a foot clan takeover?

didn’t think so.

communicating and trust are monumental to leonardo. right off the bat, he’s very straightforward about his intentions with you, and expects the same level of loyalty from his partner

leo’s trust isn’t easily earned so if he trusts you, then he does so completely and wholeheartedly. if you say that you and someone else are just friends, then he won’t think twice about it

that’s not to say he never gets jealous though. he’s just much more lowkey about it than the others

if you mention offhand being catcalled on your way to the lair one night, you’ll have a private escort for the foreseeable future

hes not big on pda, but you can bet that if he catches someone else’s scent on you, especially another guy, he’ll be extra cuddly when he sees you

he’ll for sure try to play it off though and subtly give you something that smells like him. oh, you seem cold, here’s one of his hoodies that he conveniently had on hand. go ahead and put it on. he’s just looking out for you, no ulterior motives here.

you see right through him, but you’re willing to look the other way for some extra snuggles.

[ashbeneviento]

The Four Lords…and a 🍃💨 rotation:

(This is just a silly HC because I’ve been sick and am so bored)

• Alcina Dimitrescu- I mean.. who said that wasn’t a joint in her hand already? She’s an avid cannibis enjoyer. Dealing with a whole castle, her daughters AND Karl? Yeah. Momma needs a smoke break. She’s pretty relax when she’s high, she might raid the cellar more often due to the munchies. She doesn’t consider it unclassy to smoke, in fact she prides herself on having the best in the market.

• Karl Heisenberg- You’d think he would be able to handle a blunt but, like most things in his life, it never turns out the way he hopes. He’s either greening out or getting emotional over his Lycans doing mudane things, like sleeping like a human would. 100% taking pictures and posting it to the Lords group chat with unnecessary emojis. Alcina proceeds to take another hit because she’s tired.

• Salvatore Moreau- Fish sticks here is a stoner. Prefers bongs over blunts and spends most of his high floating in the reservoir. Of course cheese is his go to munchies snack, and likes to gossip with the fishes. Is his bong water the same water from the reservoir? Yes. Yes it is. Nasty little creature. But at least he can handle himself unlike his brother..

• Donna Beneviento- Everyone thinks she’s an innocent, naive little girl still and wouldn’t do drugs ever. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. She’s not only the supplier, but the only one in the village. Her gardening skills go beyond her flowers, and tweaks the strains based on the consumer’s personally. Regular cannabis doesn’t work on mutants so she had to get creative. Very chill smoker. Is she really antisocial or is she high out of her mind during those meetings? Angie on the other hand doesn’t need drugs. She’s just.. like that.

BONUS: Mother Miranda thinks it smells and is put off by it. She prefers a penjamin and only hits it if they’re Mia’s, because she’s got that fruity flavor shit like “Cosmic Banana Blast”. She’s less cold and bitchy when she’s high and will call Alcina in odd hours to gossip about the villagers.

And the Black God shakes it’s head in disappointment.

[hazyange1s]

Ominis Gaunt Headcanons

I’m honored some people seemed to vibe with my Sebastian post 🥹 so of COURSE I had to compile a few things about the only blonde man with rights that I’ve come up with while writing/chatting on discord.

A very popular one that I basically accept as canon: he plays the piano and learned to from a young age. Sometimes, he even composes his own pieces (that he rarely shows to anyone).

He has a lovely white barn owl named after one of his favorite composers; Gabriel (Faurere)

Adopts one of the castle strays; a little black cat that goes by Phoebe.

Adores Earl Grey tea and drinks it every morning with LOADS of cream.

Sebastian often helps him with picking out clothes and shaving — even though Ominis insists he can do it by himself with magic.

Doesn’t like loud noises as he has very sensitive ears (his hearing is absolutely impeccable).

Because of his superhuman sense and perceptiveness, he can tell who’s walked into a room by the sound of their footsteps/breathing patterns alone.

Another popular one I’ve seen floating around: when he gets married, he chooses to take his spouse’s surname on the principle that he will not carry on the family name.

His birthday is January 9th, 1874. He’s a Capricorn sun, aquarius moon, virgo rising.

I totally support the gay HC. HOWEVER… I write him as pansexual; he doesn’t give a flying fuck what you got going on. If he connects with someone — that’s it.

Besides Marvolo (the eldest) he has two other siblings: another older brother (Silas) and an older sister (Cordelia).

Obviously we know he’s rubbish at Potions, but Ominis excels in Charms. He would love Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures more (as he finds flora and fauna quite soothing), if he wasn’t…

… a bit of a germophobe. does not like to get “dirty”.

Definitely an amazing gift giver. Somehow he always knows exactly what someone needs — even if he does spend more money than necessary sometimes.

Amortentia: the previously mentioned favorite tea, shoe polish/some other cleaning product, lavender, and his hair pomade.

Slytherin Prefect and Head Boy

Despite being proper and polite on most occasions, as we see after he finds us coming out of the Undercroft… Ominis has a vindictive side.

In fact, he’s blackmailed and verbally beaten down an array of horror-stricken students who dared to insult him or his friends. Sadly, this doesn’t help his “I’m not a dark wizard” case much.

But when it comes down to it, he’s a sensitive, poetic person with the biggest heart.

[dearlazerbunny]

hii! idk if you take requests anymore but i js wanted to tell you i loved your if when then fic and wanted to request hcs for kyoya with a reader of average size that struggles with undereating and bad body image and dysmorphia? hope you’re doing well x

Sooooooo I missed the headcanon request and wrote a whole thing... apologies. Glad you liked if/when/then, it's probably one of my favorites :)

.....

Nothing fits. Not a single fucking scrap of clothing on earth will fit properly, which statistically seems impossible, but here you are standing in the mirror with fifteen plus discarded outfits flung across the room and the mirror that’s as tall as the ceiling mocking you because nothing. Fucking. Fits.

This is exhausting. And the night hasn’t even started.

You glance at the clock, and then your phone, ignoring all the group chats pinging off about the school dance you’re supposed to be attending tonight- everyone is sharing advice on makeup and hair, lamenting their new shoes are giving them blisters, arguing about who is going to dance with who first. The Host chat also has the same pre-event whirlwind that happens before just about any time the group gets together: the twins sending stupid memes, Tamaki screeching about last minute details, Honey wondering what flavor of cake to eat first, and Haruhi admonishing everyone for running late (also per usual). Every so often Mori’s icon will float in and out as he lurks among the chaos.

You go back to staring in the mirror, trying very hard not to throw yourself off the nearest available balcony. The Ootori estate has plenty of them, that’s for sure. You can take your pick of which ornamental piece of architecture would be best for dramatic effect.

There’s a quiet knock on the door, three taps made by the back of two long, slender fingers that you’d recognize anywhere. “Y/N? May I come in?”

“One second!” There’s a robe around here somewhere. Silk and chiffon and ruffled lace get shoved aside as you drape it over you, tying the waist ribbon just a smidge too tight for comfort. It digs into the skin of your stomach, rubs up against your bottom ribs just enough to hurt, but you can’t bring yourself to redo the knot. Once you’re covered, you unlock the door. “I’m good.”

Kyoya strides into the room already dressed, looking resplendent in a well-tailored suit and shoes that click ever-so-subtly against the floors. His tie is loose though, and his cuffs not yet buttoned, which makes you smile. No one ever gets to see him less than perfectly put together. That’s reserved just for you. “Tell me why I go to the trouble of planning these events to start at the same time every time, and yet everyone decides they must scramble at the last minute anyways.”

“Hmmm.” You pretend to look puzzled. “Two options. One, because no one appreciates your genius and brilliant event planning skills; two, because half your friend group are scatterbrained hyperactive teenage boys that are barely on time even with Haruhi kicking them in the ass?”

He smirks. “Clearly the answer is both.” He holds an arm out as an invitation and you take it, staunchly ignoring the flutters of unsettledness in your stomach as he wraps you into a hug from behind. He’s taller than you and can comfortably rest his chin on the top of your head. Him in his finery and you in your hair, makeup, and frumpy robe make a strange picture. “Are you almost ready? The car will be here shortly.” One of his arms stays around you while another reaches to gently trace a jeweled earring that’s shimmering in the low light. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs into your hair, and the compliment that normally gives you warm fuzzies does nothing but make things worse.

You give him a very fake smile, but it’s currently the best you can do. “Almost. Just- can’t decide what to wear. Too many options!” The laugh that comes out of you is absolutely pitiful and an octave higher than your normal voice. You pray he doesn’t notice.

“I thought you’d decided on this one?” A scarlet gown with a simple empire waist silhouette, some pleating along the bust, and two delicate straps that tie into bows and leave a gauzy, ethereal train of tulle draped down your back. It’s very Brigerton, Haruhi had mentioned in passing, and you were so excited she’d finally started watching the show (you’d been begging her for months!) you almost tackled her in the hallway wanting to discuss every detail. It's a good memory. You’d been so excited to wear it tonight. He pulls it from the haphazard pile of fabric and lays it out so the skirt drapes over the edge of the bed.

 “I did. Thought I’d changed my mind…” you gesture to the dozen or so other gowns you’d pulled from various places. “I don’t know. Just…” you shrug, trying not to let your anxiety radiate into the room.

“Perhaps we just change the night’s theme?” His smile is light, teasing. “I’m sure showing up in our robes and slippers we’d certainly be the talk of the night.” It’s a joke. He’s joking. He’s kidding. And how could he know that the thought of any of these dresses even touching you makes you want to crawl out of your skin, or that your two layers of shapewear feel impossibly tight, or that the thought of anyone even looking at you in anything but a sweatshirt the size of Mori makes you want to scream? To your horror, tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, and you turn away, hands flying to your face. “I- Y/N? Are you alright? Are you hurt? What-”

“Stop, stop, please, I can’t-” you look up towards the ceiling, blinking rapidly, fingers under your lower lashes to catch the makeup threatening to run down your face. “Just stop. I’m fine. I just- need a second.”

He’d gone to reach for you but stops short. Hesitating. It takes an embarrassingly long time to get yourself under control, and quite a few more deep breaths that you’re hyper aware he’s probably counting. You’re fine. You’re fine. Pull it together for god’s sake, this is pathetic. Just put on a fucking dress and deal. You’re so lost in your own head that his hand brushing against your elbow makes you jump as though he’s frightened you. “Y/N. What’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid. It’s really stupid, okay? And it’s usually fine and I can just ignore it but tonight it’s just really bad and I know we have to go to this freaking dance and I really don’t want to but just give me a second and I’ll put something on and we can go-” You have to practically gasp for air, swaying as the headache behind your temples pounds harder, and his hands go from your elbow to gripping both of your forearms to steady you. Ever so gently, he moves you to sit on the bed, ignoring your near panic attack with grace. He’s looking at you with such solemn eyes it makes you want to cry more. “Kyoya I swear I’m good, okay? I’m fine. We’re going to be late.”

“We will arrive exactly when we need to.” He sits next to you, making sure he’s close enough to reach if you want him, but not touching you in case you don’t. “What have you eaten today? The schedule has been hectic, I know.”

“No,” you mumble, knowing it’s not the right answer. “Because if I ate anything I was going to get bloated and then they’d fit even worse.”

“Do the gowns not fit? That’s easily fixed.” He goes into planning mode, pushing his glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose. “We’ll have something delivered. We have several designers on call- would you prefer something similar to these? Or a different style entirely?”

“They fit. I mean, they zip and everything. They just don’t- look good.” The tears want to make a comeback. “They don’t look good on me. I don’t look good. Okay?”

“Darling. I am certain that’s not true.”

“Well, thanks, but you’re not exactly an unbiased opinion now are you?”

“Y/N-”

You rip the red dress off the bed and hold it up over yourself like you’re playing dress up with someone else’s clothes. “I look bad, Kyoya! My chest is weird and my arms look fat and the color practically screams ‘look at me, here I am, everyone please judge every single little bit of me!’” You close your eyes so you don’t have to look at him and grip the dress so hard you’re definitely leaving wrinkles, but it keeps your fingers from clawing their way against your stomach in frustration. “When you dance, everyone watches, because of course they do, but that means when I dance with you they’re going to see everything that’s wrong and I just can’t- I can’t do it, okay? I can’t.”

Kyoya takes the dress from you, loosening your fingers until they can grip him instead of satin. His hands are cool, fingers woven tight between yours, and you can’t bear to look at him after what you’ve just admitted. “How long have you felt like this?” His voice is so, so soft.

“I mean- usually? Always?” You shake your head. “Usually it’s manageable and I can just not think about it, but sometimes it gets- bad.” You laugh a little, and it’s thick, like it doesn’t want to leave your chest. “Of course it’s always when it’s least convenient.”

“I love you.” You focus on his fingers, his grip, not loosening for a second, matching your energy.

“I know. I wish that helped.”

“Come here.” He pulls you forward, him perched on the foot of the bed and you standing in front of him. Those same cool fingers wipe your face, the pad of his thumb brushing your cheekbones. “You do not need to go tonight, if it’s causing you this much distress. The club can survive without you for one night, I assure you.”

There’s a little bit of warmth in his voice, and that manages to soothe just a hint of the storm raging in your chest. “And be jealous of all the pretty girls who get to have a song with you? I don’t like that option either.” You smile at him, just a little though it’s tinged with sadness and lingering frustration. “No matter what, I’m miserable.”

You both pause there for a moment, quiet, and in the stillness the situation and your emotions settle into something slightly more manageable. Still simmering, still present, but less threatening. How he does it, you don’t know, but something about him just… helps. It always does. You count his breaths with the slight rustle of his collared shirt, focus on the way he soothes you with a hand on your arm. You breathe with him. You let your shoulders relax, just a bit, then force them to relax a little more.

“Dances mean nothing when they aren’t with you. But you know that.”

You huff, but have to smile at him. A real one this time. “The entirety of Ouran Academy is devastated.”

He picks up the dress from where it was discarded to the side. Smooths the skirt, untangles the straps. Slides the zipper down. “May I?” You hesitate for a second. Then two. He doesn’t push you, and you know he wouldn’t blame you at all if you said no. But instead you untie the robe, shrugging it off. The shapewear covers you fully, but he still averts his gaze as he helps you step into the garment and pull it up onto your body. The zipper doesn’t hesitate and glides up your back, then hooks securely at the top. Kyoya ties the straps into bows, adjusting them to your liking, before leading you to the mirror once again.

The dress really is a pretty color. You’d chosen it partially because it would look good with his suit, and it does. The skirt falls the way it needs to despite the abuse you’ve put it through in the last hour. You straighten out a seam here and there. Kyoya watches you fiddle with the details, unjudgmental. “Tell me what you see. Honestly.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Biased opinion and all?”

You roll your eyes. “Kyoya. Please.”

“Hmmm.” He appraises you as though you’re fine art, something valuable, and you can feel your cheeks flush under his gaze- though it’s a little more welcome this time. “The first thing I always notice is your eyes.” He puts a finger underneath your chin and raises it, making you appear more confident than you feel. “Whether they’re laughing, or stormy, or lost in thought. I always want to decipher them. Know what’s behind them. Then, there’s the hair that’s always out of place.” You unconsciously reach up to tuck it behind you ear, but he stops your hand and does it for you, tucking it back with practiced ease. “I love it, because it’s an excuse to touch you.”

“I usually notice your outfit, yes, but whether it’s an evening gown or your uniform or one of your old sleep shirts, the consensus is always the same. How you take over my thoughts no matter what. How I look for any reason to be closer to you. How I hope you know how beautiful you are. Perhaps I don’t tell you enough.” He won’t let you look away. “You are stunning. That never changes. To me, you are perfect. I cannot take your thoughts away, but I hope I can try to ease them whenever you need me to.” Another smile, so warm you almost don’t want the moment to end. “I have no issue lavishing you with how exquisite you are to me.”

“You are such a flatterer.” And he is, this is true. But the dress suddenly lays just a bit nicer around your torso and isn’t quite so tight in the areas you were fixated on before. The color seems brighter. It’s a little easier to breathe.

“Correct. But that doesn’t mean I lie.” A light kiss to your temple, and you lean into him, settling back into your own skin with far less anxiety than you started with. It still isn’t perfect. It might never be. But perfect to him, well. You’re not one to live your life for a man. But maybe that can be a start.

He helps you clasp your necklace and put on your shoes, doing the buckles for you so you don’t have to bend down. A pair of elbow length gloves gets added at the last second, thanks to that conversation with Haruhi. They both hide the residual trembling in your hands and look absolutely fantastic as Kyoya kisses the back of your palm. “As I said. Stunning.”

Another smile, which he returns. “Let’s go, before I change my mind.”

“Only if you promise to eat once we arrive.” He winks at you on the way out, so subtle you almost miss it. “I plan to keep my favorite dance partner busy tonight.”

[rainbowxspooky]

shinobu x reader hcs-₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹

Guess who's back in the game ;3 I didn't think I'd have any more ideas but I remembered that I never written anything for shinobu! [Plus homegirl is my fav, queen, AND ride or die] With all that out of the way tho...let's get to it!

(ʚɞ) notes:this might be a long one...so i suggest getting comfy and cozy for this read ^v^

(ʚɞ) warnings: the only thing you have to worry about are slight spoiler warnings (if you're interested in kny watch at least season 1 to have some of the hcs make sense)

(ʚɞ) contents: headcannons

°it started small at first...

°you were assigned your first mission as a demon slayer! You had high hopes! and thought the whole thing would be nice and easyyyyy

°spoiler alert...it wasn't!

°you got your ass kicked pretty hard (don't be surprised, you may be a demon slayer but you aren't mega op or the mc)

°anyways, you got beat...and injured pretty bad...(just a small stab but that's okay!)

°as you were taken to what you assumed to be the butterfly mansion, you laid your eyes upon the insect hashira herself, shinobu kocho

°she's the one who ends up taking care of you. (lucky you😏) at first, you felt nervous and uneased

°it's not like you didn't trust shinobu, you just felt intimated and unworthy to be in the presence of someone more superior than you, she is a hashira afterall...

°luckly for you, all those worries were quickly brushed away, as shinobu has shown to be quite easy to talk to!

°she had a gentle voice and asked about your injuries in a calm manner, she didn't seem to be as scary as you thought she would be! This caused you to open up to her very quickly

°As you're in shinobu's care, you two slowly got close enough to be friends! She would ask about your homelife and how you felt being in the corps as she treated your wounds

°you would ask her questions on her experiences on being a hashira as you let her take care of you

°as you got better, you asked if you could maybe help out around the mansion! (you did this in order to get closer to her)

°At first, she was hesitate of the idea, but seeing your good nature (and puppy eyes) she figured it wouldn't hurt to have an extra hand from someone outside of the family, so she agreed!

°from then on out, you two got closer and eventually entered the dating stage!

°soooo let's talk benefits!

°all that stuff about you getting sick or getting injured (again) that won't happen on Dr. Kocho's watch!

°she'll basically treat you and your wounds to full health

°other benefits include learning about medical conditions, how the body works, and poison!

°since you basically hang out around the butterfly mansion, you would help out by getting medicine for the patients, keeping an eye on supply stock, and help the butterfly girls with cooking nutrient meals

°the butterfly girls would DEFINITELY see you as a sister! Since you help them out, they tend to look up to you as a role model of sorts (well secondary, shinobu is the first😏)

°shinobu herself would be glad to see the butterfly girls warm up to you! it's nice to know that they can have someone to talk and play with

°out of the two, you're definitely the more... "inexperienced one"

°you know what you're doing when it comes to swordplay and some of the stuff that your girlfriend taught you

°but you definitely tend to make clumsy mistakes and make yourself look like a complete fool

°don't beat yourself up tho, shinobu kinda finds this funny (more amusing, yes) but she does get a good laugh out of you and your silly "antics"

°you definitely look up to shinobu and her skills! The way she floats around gracefully like a butterfly and swings in to slay demons with ease!

°yeahhhh, you could definitely see why she's a hashira, and a talented one too

°sometimes, you would chat with shinobu as she worked on her poison for her breathing style, as well medical work

°she didn't seem mind at times but you could definitely tell she was focused on her work

°if you somehow manage to master the art of ✨️poison✨️ she may let you help her with making the poison! (That's a maybe though)

°she would probably call you dear or hun from time to time (after awhile it ends up becoming a habit of hers)

°whenever she was downtime, shinobu would invite you for tea at her mansion! as you two sip cozy tea, both of you would either share your demon hunting stories, troubles, or gossip about the latest drama in the corps😏

°As you two get closer, there would definitely be some kind of connection made

°maybe you two would walk around hand in hand, or maybe you would take her out into the village to look around to people watch and window shop

°or maybe...you two would sit down to gaze upon the moonlight and open up about your troubles...with you and your feeling of being unfit for demon slaying..and her with the death of her beloved sister...

°shinobu never really opened up about her sister...or anything really

°she was always hard to get personally close to despite her seemingly being as ease

°you know she's hiding something. You know she's hiding her pain and anger

°and despite how scary her pain may look...you never turn away

°you always reach out, hold her hand gently and rub your thumb on her soft yet pale skin as a way of saying...

°"it's okay, I know it's hard but no matter what, I'm always here for you, kocho"

°this...makes her smile

°genuinely smile

°shinobu knows it's kinda foolish of her to think but one day...when muzan is slayed and the demon are no more...that you two would settle down and bask in each other's company

°maybe even raise a family of their own with the butterfly sisters

°live happily in peace...

°"foolish fantasy" she thought...but she had hope!

°because by the end...she would still be with you, till the end~₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹

[leggerefiore]

Lear! Any mer design! I’m down for any mer Lear!

It's time.

cw: pokehybrid au, mentions of drowning and wrecked ships, mentions of people eating and soul eating, nothing actually graphic, look he's a ghost jellyfish man, abduction, cultural confusion, fluff overall

👑Jellicent Lear General HCs💎

🪙 One of the most feared creatures of the sea was Jellicent. Seeing them around a boat was always an awful sign. Fishers has endless horror stories about the buoyant pokemon and how they attacked. There was no doubt whatsoever of their carnivorous nature, but people still dared sea travel despite all the risks the pokemon posed. To end up with a ship targeted almost certainly meant to vanish into an unknown abyss into the waiting tentacles of the pokemon or the hybrids awaiting in the water. A so-called king of the sea had become most well-known. The male Jellicent hybrid floated along and seemingly took ships all on his own or commanding other hybrids under him to aid his attack. Lear, his name was. Few humans really knew it since so few survived an encounter.

🪙 You had been one of them. The fishing boat you had tagged along on was sunk. Every one of your fellow passengers vanished beneath the waves whilst you desperate grasped onto a life-preserver. Though, an eerie chill crept down your spine as glowing eyes gazed up at you from the dark waters below. A tentacle gripping onto your ankle made a horrible numbing feeling overcome the area. It only spread as you were tugged beneath the waves into the complete grasp of the supposed monarch. He was beautiful despite your terror. His lilac hair sat with a crown-like appendage jutting out. Pale skin gently faded into the blue tentacles, which made up everything beneath his torso. Rippling flesh appeared more like ruffles than terrifying flesh. It was to be your final sight. Though, it was not.

🪙 Your consciousness faded, and you awoke later somewhere completely unknown to you. Rotting wood surrounded you as algae consumed what it could. Barnacles latched onto various areas. It was dark, but a low light brightened the room. In the middle, a giant hole was apparent and was filled with water. A glance in told you it was quite deep. Glowing eyes gazed up at you from the deep. Soon, the same hybrid that you expected to take your life popped out. His stare was intense. You pondered just what this was. With nothing left, you began to chat with him. Your questions were met with answers. A sunken ship was where you were, and he was… Lear. The king of the sea. The title did not seem real to you, but you played along as to not anger the hybrid.

🪙 The passage of time was unknown to you as you remained in the sunken ship. Lear voiced little interest in returning you to land, but he was so kind as to bring you food. Some were assorted fish pokemon he hunted while others were clearly food taken from another ship which likely met a grim fate. You did not starve, and you did not dehydrate. The hybrid visited you frequently. He was fascinated by you, asking you everything he could about the land and where you came from. In exchange, you learnt of the kingdom he supposed ruled and how he was a respected ruler. You mostly chose to pretend he was messing with you. Though, you felt grateful for the company. There was a hope that if you grew close enough to him, he may change his mind and return you to the surface. But, for now, you were clearly some kind of pet to him.

🪙 Though, even that was subject to change when he crawled out of the water and levitated for a minute at your height. The eerie length of the tentacles and terror of the venom within kept you hyper aware of the danger that presented itself, but… Well, he was also strangely cute. His curiosity about you and the surface made him seem almost innocent (if one could forget that he drowned so many for life energy). His hand found your own one day as he sat at your side. He seemed to be in deep thought for a moment. It was then his gaze met yours. “You are my mate,” he said simply, “… Therefore, you may request whatever you please!” The shock of the declaration finally had everything fall into place. That is why… Ah.

🪙 It should have been scary, but you had to admit that having the interest of such a cute man was far too pleasant to reject. That, and, well, the risk of being drowned. The relationship proved no different from the one you already shared. However, there was much more affection involved. The stingers were unavoidable, but being held in his tentacles was a nice experience. He also quite often took you from the ship to float along the surface at night with him. Really, he was a dedicated romantic. You felt adored. It was truly hard not to.

🪙 Slowly, he introduces more and more people from his kingdom to you. His retainers came first. They seemed truly shocked that their king had taken a human as his mate but were kind. Sawyer, who you could tell acted as a parental figure toward the Jellicent hybrid, thanked you for being so nice and gentle with Lear despite having been essentially abducted. He apologised on his behalf and explained that there were certain instincts for them that were hard to overcome. You understood. It was not as if Lear had ever done anything to hurt you in the end. There was simply a cultural divide at play… Though, you did ask Sawyer to help convince him to let you go back to the surface. (You finally were allowed to. With the promise to return by the evening. You did. A huffy jellyfish man was waiting on you.)

🪙 In the end, you have quite a happy relationship with the Jellicent hybrid. While there are many struggles to overcome, he is admittedly more willing to work with you than he would admit. Your happiness matters most to him, but he struggles to let you go. So, you may have to live in an abandoned, wrecked ship, but you have a fish man willing to do anything and everything for you. Who is, shockingly, an actual king. Though, what truly catches you off-guard is him mumbling about turning you into the Jellicent. You opt against thinking too much into it.

[chubbybunny25]

picture this: nico & percy go on a picnic date by the river styx

mrs o'leary is probably with them (percy insisted on bringing her), there's definitely blue food (also thanks to percy) and they're probably secretly hiding from hades the entire time

percy ends up eating most of the food while simultaneously chatting nico's ear off but nico thinks it's one of the best dates he's had. and it puts how much percy is okay with nico's underworld side into perspective for him considering percy's there voluntarily (much better than will)

~ inhabitinganotheruniverse

(so when I reblog this I look less strange lol)

Oh my gosh!! Yes!—a hundred times yes to this, Pip 🥹 I am having so much brainrot here.

First, how do they open the tunnel to the Underworld again? Does Percy sing? (I know he canonically can't, but I'd like to believe that somewhere in the future, his voice evolves to like that of sirens >.<) Or... does Nico sing? Like you know, maybe something Italian, or Latin, or just Christmas-y ("Silent Night" is the first thing that I can think of) that he remembers from his past. Either way, both of them are mesmerized and whipped.

Then, ofc, which part of their relationship are they having this date? Are they boyfriends? Or husbands (like an anniversary thing)? Or... (crazy i know) Percy just "kidnaps" Nico because Nico is too stressed with Will and Percy knows Nico misses the Underworld, too. They go there as "friends" :3 If it's the latter, their "picnic stuff" comes later when Percy calls Mrs. O'Leary from the shadows and she has a cute bag with Sally's baked goods and something she made for Nico only.

The general dynamic of the date that I can imagine is Percy just being Percy, telling Nico what happened during his first visit in the Underworld, downplaying what he did and how he survived and Nico is just... in love. But also, a bit of angst is when Nico remembers how he betrayed Percy. BUT! BUT!

I remember that after Nico's betrayal in the books, Percy dreamed of Maria di Angelo and how she was kill*d. I have this hc that Percy thinks his swim at the River Styx was bad because of the floating memories that he couldn't quite grasp, but when he thinks really hard about it, Nico living in the modern world without his memories, is like a daily swim in the River Styx. Ugh, I wish I am more coherent for this. Let me just pull up what I wrote before:

Anywaaaaay. This idea of them having a date by the River Styx is a sign of courage and acceptance, a thing that only they could understand. I think at some point, Styx appears and coos at how they're enjoying their date and suddenly says, "You don't have the Curse of Achilles anymore, but I'm glad you ended up with your anchor after all." Percy and Nico are just 👀

Plot twist: Hades knew all along and somewhere in his palace, Persephone is teasing him how he softened for a son of his brother, after all.

Lmao. Pip, this has gotten out of hand. But yeah, yapping about percico is our thing, so ig you get it 😆

[writingduhh]

hello!! This idea has been floating round my head for a while but my writing skills aren’t great…so, reader and schlatt are both in a ludwig stream, the theme being just dance (yk the silly dance game) and reader and schlatt are made to pair up for it. (And maybe reader insists on being the male character purely to laugh at schlatt) and its them goofing around, trying to keep up or whatever you think.

Im not really sure what form this would be best written in, but maybe like your hcs as too how it would go or whatever,

much love 🫶

You got it!! I hope this is what you were wanting! <3

Jschlatt || Dance Stream

▷ So, you and Schlatt get invited to be part of Ludwig's Just Dance stream. The room's buzzing with excitement, music playing as everyone is getting ready to play. Ludwig's doing his usual hyped up intro, getting everyone pumped for the stream.

▷ You're excited but a bit nervous to dance in-front or so many people , especially with Schlatt there too. He catches your eye from across the room. He must’ve noticed your nervous demeanor as he gave you a warm reassuring smile.

▷ Ludwig announces that you and Schlatt will be paired up for the competition. You both share a look, grinning because you know this is going to be hilarious.

▷ When it’s time to pick characters, you insist on being the ‘male’ character. Schlatt raises an eyebrow but goes along with it.

▷ Schlatt is completely out of his element, flailing around with exaggerated movements. You can't stop laughing at how he's trying to keep up. Every time he messes up a move he throws a playful glare your way.

▷ You're not much better, but you're having the time of your life. The fact that you insisted on being the male character just makes it even funnier when you try to do the over-the-top masculine moves and Schlatt has to follow the more delicate ones, something very out of his nature.

▷ There are a few moments during the stream where you bump into each other. Every accidental touch sends sparks flying through your body. During a particularly tricky move Schlatt grabs your hand to steady you both. You share a quick, shy smile. You tried to act cool but inside you were screaming.

▷ Suddenly, the game switches to an unexpected slow dance segment. The music changes to a romantic tune, and the on-screen characters get into a ballroom dance pose. You step up, taking Schlatt’s hand and placing your other hand on his waist, taking the lead. Something he isn’t used to.

▷ Schlatt's face turns bright red, clearly flustered by the unexpected intimate touch. He stammers out, "What are you doing?" but doesn’t pull away. (The chat goes wild)

▷ You both try to follow the slow dance moves, but it's clear Schlatt is out of his comfort zone. You guide him gently, grinning as he awkwardly tries to keep up. "Relax, it’s just dancing," you tease, slightly enjoying how flustered he is.

▷ As you guide him through a spin, he mutters, "You better not drop me," with a half-smile, trying to cover up his nervousness. At one point, you lightly tease him, saying, "See, you’re a natural," which makes him chuckle and roll his eyes. When you dip him, he lets out a mock dramatic gasp, causing both of you to burst into laughter.

▷ Throughout the stream, there are lingering glances and subtle touches that make it clear you’re both into each other. Schlatt’s usual sarcastic demeanor softens whenever he talks to you, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the chat.

▷ The viewers can’t get enough of it, and clips of you two dancing and goofing around start making the rounds on social media. It becomes a highlight of the stream and something fans keep talking about.

▷ Even though you don’t win the dance-off, you celebrate your little victories together with high-fives and playful shoulder bumps. Schlatt jokingly declares you both the “real winners” of the night, and you can’t help but agree.

▷ After the stream ends, Schlatt offers to walk you home, and you spend the walk talking and laughing about the night. There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you, filled with unspoken feelings and shared smiles.

▷ As you part ways, Schlatt musters up the courage to ask you out on a proper date, suggesting you skip the dancing and just have a nice dinner together. You agree with a shy smile, your heart racing with excitement.