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Genderbent Attorneys ✧
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Edgey-boy (maybe not): "and how do we change back?"
Em a skye: "well!.........."

Miles is now hiiro with grey hair!!!! _($(($($(_) _(2:'2hwuwiaAaaaAAAAG MOMMY HIIRO
#ace attorney#I just hope this thing doesnt explode..#artists on tumblr#art#phoenix wright#aa1#miles edgeworth#maya fey#ema skye#genderbend#artwork#my art#naruhodo ryuichi#mitsurugi reiji#ayasato mayoi#gyakuten saiban#逆転裁判#illustration#ace attorney fanart#digital art#aa fanart#aa trilogy#aa123#rise from the ashes
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15 for the ask game?
15. Any design headcanons?
I'll just bullet-point my thoughts for this one!!
Mudwings: Nothing really <3 I imagine they'd wear the most accessories & items with them, usually local plant life or accessories gifted from siblings. Very alligator-based with crackly dried-mud-looking scale patterns.
Skywings: BIRDS <3 Feathered Skywings are my favorite. I sometimes draw them with just feathered wings, but overall feathery dragons for these guys. The ratio of scales to feathers varies, but mainly small feathers along the back, feathered wings, and scaled legs, and occasionally scaled face. Ancient skywings had fewer feathers, but modern Skywings have more and more feathers.
Icewings: The royal family & most nobles have antlered horns! They do shed, and artwork is often commissioned from the shed horns. They have false horn-headdresses they wear to official meetings when their horns are shed. Baby icewings have fibrous "fur" that goes away as they age, but many icewings still have a fluffy underbelly. Also, they're invertebrates. They are so far away from all the other tribes on the cladogram. Ancient Icewings don't look much different than modern Icewings. Hemocyanin in their copper-rich blood-looking ass. you can find more rambling about this in the tags of this post lmao
Seawing: You can see my notes on them here!
Rainwings: They have prehensile tails & can have multiple frills! There are two types of Rainwing, python-like ones with pit organs and no outer ear, and then the more bird-like guys with external ears & beaks who have advanced vocal cords to imitate sounds better! Other then that nothing really significant.
Sandwings: Hooded Sandwings my beloved! Give them hoods! If my fellow Wings of Fire Amino survivors remember the drama 'round this, I'm sorry. But I think there are some Sandwings with hoods & some with frills! But that's p much it
Nightwings: My favorite headcanons! Their wings reflect the night sky at their date of birth, and the longer they spend under the night sky, the more star-like scales appear on them! Old Nightwings often have near-white backs & shoulders due to exposure to the stars, like almost but not really sun bleaching.
sorry pantalans no headcanons for you :( gotta study bugs more before I feel confident enough to start developing designs for yall
#ask#I remember like. god. 3 years ago.. . time . EITHER WAY I got a question like this and I wrote an entire detailed thing on it & tumblr#deleted the entire thing and I had a joker moment and never rewrote it#SO WE HOPE THIS ONE DOESNT EXPLODE#out of nervousness due to the last one im gonna post this now instead of scheduling it but yeah :) lots of headcanons about how the dragons#function & work that kinda effect their deisgns but honestly I often just 'fuck it we ball' mindset when drawing them#biology is fun and all but also artistic workings gotta flow in designing sometimes#BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK <333 love these ones where I can just tangent#headcanon#bio#designin
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guess whooooo spun out and went off the road and got stuck in a ditch and has to wait 45 more minutes for a tow truck 👍
#um that was. the scariest thing thats ever happened maybe i was literally doing circles in the highway :)#avpost#oh im fine just shaking very bad and freaked out lol but like no injuries and the car doesnt. *seem* to be damaged??#i guess we'll find out when the tow truck gets me back on the road i honestly hope i didnt explode another tire ill be so mad.#but i really just. spun and fishtailed everywhere and then drove onto grass on a sharp hill. i#so like if the car is running idk that it would be too damaged.
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okay girls im going to be a little hashtag critical here but i have been ruminating LONG ENOUGH and i really really do not like that scene in the graphic novel murder on the rockport limited where lucretia recognized the umbrastaff. i understand what they were trying to do and i understand you have to change things for the medium but its kind of a disservice to both lucretia and taakos characters imo. lucretia works so hard to keep the boys from questioning things like why would she have a reaction like that. like they couldve alluded to her recognizing it but a scene like that is so in your face and it takes power away from the scene in crystal kingdom where red robe barry recognizes it. and wrt taakos character like. hes never Particularly trustful of lucretia like on a personal level but overall he trusts the bureau and lucretia until reunion tour. adding in a scene like that at that point in the story makes no sense like u cannot convince me taako would not start questioning what the directors really up to and why she had such a personal reaction.
#taz balance#main tags for this 1 coz im curious if anyone else has similar thoughts. any of the other girls really freaking autistic abt this show lol#and again i get tht its partially the medium just. i dunnooooo like#the foreshadowing in balance already feels good feels organic. and i get they gotta allude to the bigger behind the scenes plot for new#readers but they do that already with the scenes w the red robeeeee likecjdknf#does this make any sense. do i sound nutz#ugh god girls once we get the animated series (🙏) i am going to. explode i hope they make some different decisions kfjfjdnf#creatively speaking#i rlly do think the medium has a lot to deal with it tho like i just dont think balance works in a graphic novel#like the plot is overall tje same but it doesnt have the same story feel. does that make sense#UGH AND ANOTHER THING. i get tht by showing her reaction adds to the freaking angst or whatever but part of why her character is so tragic#is that we dont see that! she keeps her emotions in check the girl does not let ppl in bcoz she feels she cant! and like#when we as like the readers the audience or whatever see her react like that so strongly and so angrily its like. shes no longer mysterious#and finding out who lucretia really is by the end of stolen century doesnt have the same impact. bcoz we already Know shes hiding something#its not just hinted at#ugh WHATEVER im normal about this show im so normal
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Getting into stuff that has a lot of pre-announced release dates is really good for me like vocal synthesizer products and new love live etc franchise music releases....I'll be lying in bed at like 2 AM with ur usual 20-something's fear and existentialism over time and the future and then I'll remember a piece of singing software or a new song related to cartoon characters I like is gonna come out like next month and I'm like 😌
#this keeps happening to me with the upcoming december#miki and kiyoteru sv.....im so excited...if they get delayed ill scream#jk jk ill be fine but i do hope we get some demos in November soon!#soyogi still doesnt have a concrete release date but hes also probably december#now if HE gets delayed i will actually explode. i will spontaneously burst into flames#the other night i had a dream about aivoice2 ryuusei coming out. which is a normal thing to happen#it literally was just like i went online and saw videos people made with him SHDBFBSJFNFN#premonition dream...this is what will happen in november#but it reminded me i wasnt as familiar with how aiv2 sounds with a2sync. i like the aiv1 kotonosync situation#BUT it is very noisy and the vocals usually sound like lalavoice with the slightly obvious looping#which is charming but not as versatile in the grand scheme of talk synths made to sing#just the nature of it. but a2sync sounds FANTASTIC i was really shocked. im curious how his#particularly deep voice will sound compared to a more medium gentle tone like iori but im excited#im really curious how he'll sound compared to vv humming ryuusei#now what weve seen of his design.....im not suuuper into quite yet. its not BAD and well see when its fully out#but i dont care for the blue hair bits. im picky about hair dye in alternate designs#i like his gray black default situation too much. also i DO like how slutty his design is looking#but also it might look um. a little too much for a talk synth? like brother whats going on here#why are u so dressed up to chat ....i guess for fun#then again his aiv1 design was also probably more appropriate for singing synths rather than talking But I like that one more LOL#doesnt matter too much for me though im more interested in the unofficial singing side stuff AHDBFHSHFBDJJD#which also reminds me i hope someday aiv1 vy series can get a aiv2 update#a full singing synth would be nicer but i wouldnt mind a talk turned singing synth. i know everyone hates the aiv vy designs#i dont hate them theyre not great but theyre fine for talk synths. i think nancy is hilarious. white woman jumpscare#im not a huge fan of the main fanon vy designs (theyre good but they dont fit to me) so i dont mind the aiv ones#even if its just two random people SHBFJFAJFJFJSJJF but yeah i hope they get a aiv2 someday#i think it would be fun to make em sing with a2sync hee hee#also on the ll end i am so excited for dia birthday album end of dec#AND all the new liella tunes. i still havent watched the new season because i havent been able to sit down and enjoy it yet#but soon....next week ill have time...sooooooon
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I'm on day 5 of migraine hell and I've just been in bed all day while it's been storming outside, and just when I start to feel (physically) okay, I get hit by Big Sad.
#Eli Speaks#it shouldn't really surprise me#ive been getting hit by these specific sad feelings a lot latelt#*lately#and idrk what to do with them#ive been meaning to talk to my therapist about this#but theres so much fucking context to get into#and just thinking about that feels overwhelming#mostly emotionally#but if i dont talk about it ill also explode#unfortunately i cant even really talk about it here#doesnt feel right#i wish i could talk to the people who know#but thats the problem#they dont want to talk to me#i couldve reached out before things got too bad#but its too late now#its been too late for 6 months#hell its prob been too late a lot longer than that#but thats when they finally said it was too much#and i get it#i fucked up#im willing to accept that this is the repercussions of me fucking up#and that they have every right not to want to talk to me or have me in their life#but idk where that leaves me really#ive been trying to better myself#i want to be a better person and better friend#but i also wish i couldve done better in the past#ill try not to dwell ill try to move forward ill try to be better for the friends i still have and the friends i may make in the future#i hope theyre doing well and are getting what they were looking for genuinely
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hi!
Can you do one where reader gets injured but doesnt want to bother anyone so she doesnt sag anything. The catch unsub, and maybe spencer notices something is off but is not sure. Eventually she loses so much blood and collapses on spencer or something like that. Not sure how it ends. Fluffy and angst
thankkkssss
xoxoxoxo
collapse — spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: established relationship , reader is hurt , lots of blood , mention of stitches , reader got stabbed a/n: hi hi !! hope you like this <3 i might've gotten carried away
The adrenaline was the only thing keeping you upright.
You bit down hard on your lip, the metallic tang of blood blooming across your tongue as you suppressed a groan of pain. The unsub thrashed violently between you and Spencer as he fought against your grip.
Your side burned—a deep, throbbing ache—but you refused to loosen your hold.
Just a little longer.
To your relief, the unsub finally stilled, his resistance crumbling as Spencer adjusted his grip and shoved the door open with his shoulder.
Spencer’s voice cut through the ringing in your ears.
“Are you okay?”
You could see the concern etched into the lines of his face—the way his brows furrowed, the slight downturn of his lips. You had taken a nasty hit during the struggle, but you had brushed it off, insisting you were fine.
You weren’t fine.
But now wasn’t the time.
You forced a soft smile, willing your voice to stay steady. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
Derek was already at the car, his expression hardening as he took in the unsub’s snarling face. He reached out, wrenching the man from your grasp and shoving him into the backseat with a muttered, “Nice try, pal.”
The moment the weight was gone, your knees nearly buckled.
You leaned against the car for support as the world tilted slightly. Spencer stood in front of you, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.
“Are you sure?” he pressed, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.
You swallowed hard, willing the black spots at the edges of your vision to fade. “Yes, Spence. I’m okay.”
You pushed off the car, determined to prove it—to him, to yourself. You took a step forward, reaching out to touch his arm, to reassure him—
And then, everything gave out.
Your legs crumpled beneath you, the pain exploding in a white-hot burst as your vision blurred. The last thing you registered was the warmth of Spencer’s arms catching you, his voice cracking as he shouted your name.
Then—
Darkness.
Spencer barely caught you in time, your weight slamming against his chest as his hands scrambled to keep you upright.
“Hey—hey! Look at me!” His voice was too loud, too sharp, cracking under the weight of sudden terror.
Your skin was pale, your breathing shallow. His fingers brushed against your side—and came away wet.
Blood.
His stomach dropped.
“Morgan! Hotch!” The words tore from his throat, raw and desperate.
Derek whipped around, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. “What the hell—?”
“She’s bleeding!” Spencer’s hands were shaking as he lowered you to the ground, his mind racing through symptoms, probabilities, how much time—
Your eyelids fluttered weakly, struggling to focus on his face.
“Sorry…” you slurred, the word barely audible.
“No, no, no—don’t apologize, just stay awake, okay? Look at me.” His palm cradled your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin in frantic, soothing strokes. “You’re gonna be fine. Just keep your eyes open.”
Hotch was already on the radio, calling for an ambulance, but every second stretched into an eternity. Spencer could feel your pulse under his fingertips—too fast, too thready.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He should have noticed. He should have known.
His breath hitched as your eyes started to close.
“No—hey, no! Stay with me!” His voice broke, fingers tightening around yours. “Please.”
Somewhere in the distance, sirens wailed.
The sound should have been a relief. But as the paramedics rushed toward you. Spencer couldn’t breathe.
“We need to move—now!”
Hands reached for you, but Spencer’s grip tightened instinctively, his fingers tangled in the fabric of your shirt. A paramedic pried his hand away—gently but firmly.
“Sir, we need to treat her.”
He forced himself to let go.
The seconds it took to lift you onto the stretcher felt like hours. The moment they strapped you in, Spencer was moving, climbing into the ambulance before anyone could stop him.
“I’m not leaving her.” His voice left no room for argument.
The doors slammed shut. The ambulance lurched forward.
And then—there was nothing but the sound of the heart monitor’s steady beep and the too-slow rise and fall of your chest.
The paramedics worked quickly, cutting away fabric to reveal the wound—a deep, angry gash just below your ribs, still bleeding.
His stomach twisted.
The EMT pressed a fresh bandage to your side, and even unconscious, you let out a weak whimper.
Spencer’s hand shot out before he could stop himself, his fingers tangling with yours. Your skin was ice-cold, your grip limp.
“Hang on,” he whispered, voice cracking. His thumb traced frantic circles over your knuckles, as if he could somehow transfer his own warmth into you. “Just hang on, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
The ambulance hit a pothole, jostling you slightly. Your face contorted in pain, and Spencer’s free hand hovered uselessly above your shoulder, desperate to comfort but terrified of hurting you more.
“Can’t you go faster?” he snapped, his voice fraying at the edges.
The paramedic didn’t look up. “We’re almost there.”
Spencer swallowed hard, his eyes darting between your face and the heart monitor. The numbers taunted him—too low, too slow.
This was his fault.
He should’ve seen it. Should’ve known. He’d watched you take that hit during the struggle, seen the way you’d stumbled afterward, the way your hand had pressed discreetly to your side. But you’d smiled at him—soft and reassuring—and like an idiot, he’d believed you.
A sudden twitch of your fingers against his snapped him back to the present.
His breath caught. “Hey—?” He leaned closer, his free hand brushing your cheek. “Can you hear me?”
Nothing.
The ambulance screeched to a halt. The doors flew open.
And just like that, you were ripped away from him again, whisked into the bright, sterile chaos of the ER.
A nurse stopped him at the doors. “You’ll need to wait here.”
Spencer opened his mouth to argue—but the doors swung shut in his face.
Alone in the sterile, suffocating silence of the waiting room, Spencer Reid— man who always had an answer—could do nothing but stand there, your blood still drying on his hands, and wait.
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead. He couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe.
So he paced.
Back and forth, back and forth—wearing a path into the linoleum like a man possessed. His hands flexed at his sides, fingers stiff with dried blood. Your blood. The sight of it made his stomach twist.
The team came and went in shifts, each checking on you, each casting worried glances his way.
Then, the adrenaline crashed.
Exhaustion hit him like a physical blow, but he refused to sit. The hospital chairs were too stiff, the silence too loud, the waiting unbearable. His mind, always too sharp for its own good, raced through worst-case scenarios.
He should’ve seen it. Should’ve known.
“Reid.”
Hotch’s voice cut through the static in his head. Spencer hadn’t even heard him arrive.
The unit chief stood beside him, his usual stoicism softened by the faintest crease of concern between his brows. “Any updates?” he asked as his eyes flickered toward the treatment doors.
Spencer shook his head, his throat too tight to speak.
Hotch didn’t push, before stepping aside as Garcia burst through the entrance, her heels clicking frantically against the linoleum.
“Oh my god, is she okay?” Her voice was high with panic, eyes red-rimmed behind her glasses. She zeroed in on Spencer immediately, her hands fluttering toward him like she could physically tether him to the present. “Spencer, talk to me—”
“They haven’t told us anything yet,” Hotch answered for him.
Garcia’s lower lip trembled. “But she’s tough—she’s gonna be fine, right? She has to be—”
Morgan arrived next, his usual swagger replaced by a grim tension. He took one look at Spencer’s ashen face, the blood still streaked across his sleeves, and exhaled sharply through his nose, but he didn't say anything.
Spencer's gaze was fixed on the clock above the nurses’ station, barely noticing anything around him.
Twenty-seven minutes.
Too long. Too long.
Rossi appeared with coffee no one drank. JJ murmured reassurances no one believed.
And Spencer paced.
At the fifty-three-minute mark, a doctor finally emerged.
Spencer’s heart stopped.
She looked at him first—of course she did—and offered a small, exhausted smile.
"She's going to be okay."
The words struck Spencer like a physical blow to the chest. Oxygen flooded back into his lungs so violently it burned, his knees nearly buckling under the sudden weight of relief. Behind him, Garcia gasped - a wet, shuddering "Oh thank God" muffled against Morgan's sleeve as she fisted her hands in his leather jacket.
Spencer remained frozen. Rooted to the spot.
Because the doctor was still speaking, her lips forming words that dissolved into meaningless static before they reached him.
—significant blood loss—
—no organ damage—
—lucky the blade missed the artery—
Lucky. The word turned to ash in his mouth.
There was nothing lucky about how your body had gone limp in his arms, your blood seeping through his shirt as he'd screamed for help. Nothing lucky about the way your eyelids had fluttered weakly before going still—
"—kept asking for you."
His head snapped up so fast his neck cracked. "What?"
The doctor's expression softened around tired eyes. "During moments of consciousness. She was disoriented, but she kept saying your name."
Something vital fractured behind his sternum. You'd asked for him. Even half-conscious. Even bleeding out.
"When can I see her?" The demand ripped from his throat, jagged and desperate.
"She's in recovery now. Give us another hour to get her settled, then one visitor at a time."
An hour. Sixty more minutes of this agony. Spencer's fingers twitched at his sides, still tacky with your blood.
"Reid." Hotch's voice dropped into that particular tone that brooked no argument. "Sit down before you collapse."
Spencer barely registered the hard plastic chair biting into his back. His hands trembled violently in his lap - the same hands that had failed to notice your injury, failed to protect you—
Garcia thrust a paper cup of lukewarm coffee between his shaking fingers. "Drink this," she ordered, her usual bubbly cadence replaced by steel. "
The coffee tasted like ashes, but he drank it anyway, if only to stop the trembling.
The clock on the wall ticked mercilessly. Each second stretched into eternity. Around him, the team moved quietly - Morgan pacing like a caged panther, JJ making hushed phone calls, Rossi leaning against the wall with a tension that belied his casual stance.
And Spencer sat. And waited. Counting each breath, each heartbeat, until he could see for himself that you were truly alive.
The hour passed in agony.
At first, there had only been relief—a dizzying, all-consuming wave of it that left Spencer lightheaded. You were alive. That was all that mattered.
But as the minutes crawled by, other emotions began creeping in, slithering through the cracks in his composure like poison.
Anger.
It started as a spark, small but insistent.
How could you not tell him?
The question burned through him, relentless. You’d lied to him. Smiled right at him, blood soaking through your shirt, and told him you were fine. He could still hear the way your voice had wavered—just slightly—when you’d said it. He should’ve known. He should’ve—
His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms.
And then, worse than the anger at you—the anger at himself.
He was a profiler. It was his job to notice the details, to see what others missed. He’d watched you fight the unsub, watched you stumble afterward. He’d seen the way your hand had pressed to your side, the way your breathing had turned shallow. But he’d let you brush it off. He’d believed you.
Idiot. The self-loathing settled heavy in his chest.
Across the room, Morgan shot him a look. “You good, Reid?”
No. He wasn’t.
“Peachy,” Spencer bit out, the word brittle.
Garcia frowned, reaching for him, but he stood abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. He needed air. Needed to move.
The hallway outside was quiet, sterile. He braced his hands against the wall, head bowed, breaths coming too fast.
He’d studied every microexpression, every twitch of every unsub they’d ever hunted—but he hadn’t seen this. Hadn’t seen you.
What if the unsub had gotten another hit in? What if—
“Reid.” Hotch’s voice cut through the spiral. Spencer didn’t turn.
“She’s alive,” Hotch said, quiet but firm. “That’s what matters.”
Spencer’s jaw worked. “She could’ve died.”
“But she didn’t.”
Because she got lucky. The unspoken words hung between them, heavy as a verdict.
A nurse appeared at the end of the hall. “Agent Reid? She’s asking for you.”
The nurse's shoes squeaked against the linoleum as she led him down the hallway, the sound grating against Spencer's frayed nerves. His pulse hammered in his throat with each step closer to your room. When they reached the door, he froze in the threshold, his fingers twitching at his sides.
"Thank you," he muttered to the nurse, barely recognizing his own voice.
The door clicked shut behind him.
And then—your eyes flew open, locking onto his like you'd been waiting.
"Spencer."
Your voice was rough, but the relief in that single word nearly undid him. A shaky exhale escaped you, as if you'd been holding your breath until this moment.
Each step was measured, unsteady, as if his body had forgotten how to move without trembling. He had counted every agonizing second until this moment, had played it over in his mind a hundred times—how he would rush to your side, how he would take your hand, how he would finally know you were alive.
But now that he was here, his legs wouldn’t cooperate.
And then he was at your bedside, close enough to see the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your lashes fluttered weakly with each blink. His throat tightened.
"You're awake," he whispered, the words cracking under the weight of everything he wasn’t saying.
Your fingers twitched against the sheets—a weak, aborted movement, like you wanted to reach for him but didn’t have the strength.
"Told you I was fine," you murmured, voice hoarse but laced with the faintest tease.
A broken sound escaped him—half-laugh, half-sob. His hand finally lifted, hovering just above yours before he let it settle, his touch feather-light, terrified of hurting you.
"You collapsed," he said, the words raw. "You—you bled out in my arms."
You swallowed hard, your fingers twitching weakly beneath his. Then, with effort, you patted the empty space beside you on the hospital bed—an invitation, a silent plea for closeness.
For a heartbeat, he hesitated. His gaze flickered over the IV line taped to your arm, the bandages peeking out from beneath your hospital gown, as if weighing the risk of hurting you against the unbearable need to be near you.
Then, carefully—so carefully—he sat down on the edge of the mattress, his weight barely disturbing the sheets. His hands trembled as he reached for you again, but this time, you were the one who bridged the gap. Your fingers brushed over his knuckles, tracing the dried blood still smudged there—your blood—before curling loosely around his palm.
"But I'm okay now," you murmured, your voice soft but steady.
His breath shuddered out of him. He turned his hand beneath yours, intertwining their fingers with aching gentleness, as if you were something fragile. Something precious.
"You scared me," he whispered.
"I know. And I’m sorry," you whispered.
A flicker of guilt passed over his face, but before he could spiral further, you added with a weak smirk, "The nurses told me about a tall, pretty guy not letting them work properly."
They hadn’t, of course—but you knew him. Knew he’d hovered, frantic and pale, demanding answers they couldn’t give fast enough. Knew he’d probably been seconds away from reciting medical journals at them just to feel some semblance of control.
Spencer blinked, then huffed—a startled, breathless sound caught between indignation and reluctant amusement. "I—that’s not—" He faltered, then exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping. "Okay. Maybe."
You grinned, despite the dull ache in your side. "So you admit you’re pretty?"
His cheeks flushed, but his grip on your hand tightened—just a fraction—like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on. "I admit," he muttered, "that you’re impossible."
"And yet," you teased, shifting slightly—then wincing.
Instantly, his expression sobered. His free hand hovered over you, uncertain. "Don’t—don’t move, just—"
"Spencer." You caught his wrist, guiding his palm to rest gently over your uninjured side. His breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the dip of your waist—careful, reverent, like he was relearning the shape of you.
He bit his lip, his thumb brushing once, twice, over the soft fabric of your hospital gown, as if to reassure himself that this part of you, at least, was unharmed. Then, with a quiet exhale, he murmured, "The rest of the team is waiting outside. I’m pretty sure Garcia got you a bunch of different plushies."
You could practically see it—Garcia bursting in with an armful of absurdly cheerful stuffed animals, each one louder and more ridiculous than the last.
"How many are we talking?" you asked, lips quirking. "Enough to start a zoo?"
Spencer’s mouth twitched—almost a smile. "At least three with googly eyes. One of them might be a neon pink llama."
You snorted, then immediately regretted it as pain lanced through your side. His hand tensed against you, his face flooding with concern.
"Hey—easy," he murmured, shifting closer instinctively. His other hand came up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, his touch lingering. "No more making fun of Garcia’s questionable taste in plushies until you can laugh without wincing."
"That might take a while," you admitted, but you were smiling again—small, but real.
Spencer’s gaze softened. "I’ll wait."
The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken tension. Then, Spencer uttered the words like they'd been clawing at his throat:
"You lied to me."
His voice was quiet—too quiet—but the hurt in it cut deeper than any blade. His fingers still rested against your side, but they'd gone stiff, like he couldn't decide whether to pull away or hold on tighter.
You swallowed. "I didn't lie. I just... didn't mention the part where I was actively bleeding out."
His jaw clenched. "Semantics."
"Spencer—"
"No." His hand finally withdrew, raking through his hair instead. "You smiled at me. You said you were fine. Do you have any idea what it was like, watching you collapse like that? Thinking—" His voice cracked. "Thinking I'd just let you die?"
The raw pain in his words stole your breath. You reached for him, ignoring the protest of your stitches. "Hey. Look at me."
He did—reluctantly—and the guilt hit you like a punch. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale with exhaustion.
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't want you to worry. I thought I could tough it out until we got him cuffed."
"That's the problem," he said hoarsely. "You don't have to tough it out alone. Not with me."
Your throat tightened. "I know. And next time—"
"There won't be a next time," he interrupted, voice fierce. Then, quieter: "Please."
You caught his hand again, pressing his palm to your cheek this time. "Okay," you murmured against his skin. "No more lies. Even the stupid ones."
He let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "...Even the stupid ones,"he agreed.
And just like that, the weight in the room shifted—not gone, but lighter. Bearable.
Outside, Garcia's voice suddenly carried down the hall, "—FBI, ma'am, I promise the emotional support alpaca is essential to her recovery—"
Your gaze drifted down to his hands—those beautiful, trembling hands still streaked with rust-colored stains. The sight punched through you harder than the wound ever had.
"You should wash up," you whispered, tracing a fingertip along the edge of the dried blood caking his knuckles.
Spencer flinched as if burned. He hadn't even noticed. But now the evidence clung to him like a second skin, flaking when he flexed his fingers. Your blood. The realization sent a violent shudder through him.
"Right," he choked out, standing abruptly.
He made it two steps before turning back, his voice cracking. "Don't— Don't disappear while I'm gone."
The joke fell flat, undercut by the raw fear in his eyes.
"I'll be right here," you promised, patting the sterile sheets. "Go."
The bathroom fluorescents buzzed overhead as Spencer scrubbed at his hands with surgical precision. Steam rose from the scalding water, turning his skin an angry red. He didn't stop until every last trace was gone.
The water ran pink, then clear, swirling down the drain with the last physical remnants of your blood.
Then — voices. Loud. Familiar.
Garcia swept in first, arms overflowing with plush animals—including, as promised, a neon pink llama with absurdly large googly eyes. "Oh, sweetheart!" she wailed, nearly tripping over her own heels in her haste to reach you. "Look at you, all brave and beautiful and—oh my God, is that a bullet wound?!"
Morgan followed close behind, rolling his eyes. "She was stabbed, Garcia."
"Details!" Garcia sniffled, dumping the stuffed animals onto your lap with surprising gentleness before cupping your face. "The important thing is, our favorite badass is still kicking."
JJ appeared next, balancing a tray of suspiciously green hospital Jell-O. "We brought contraband," she said, grinning as she set it on your bedside table. "Well, contraband adjacent. It's still hospital food, but it's the lime flavor, so…"
Rossi lingered near the foot of your bed, arms crossed, but his usual smirk was softer than usual. "You gave Reid ten years off his life, kid."
"I know," you admitted, your gaze flickering toward the bathroom door.
Hotch stepped forward. "You did good work today," he said simply. "But next time, maybe mention when you're bleeding out."
The apartment was quiet when Spencer brought you home.
He'd already fluffed the pillows on the couch, laid out your favorite blanket, and arranged a small army of Garcia's plushies along the back—including the neon pink llama, which now sat proudly on the armrest like some kind of fuzzy sentinel.
You barely had time to take it all in before he was at your side again, hovering. His arm hooked gently around your waist, his touch feather-light, like you might break.
"Sit," he murmured, guiding you down onto the couch with the same careful precision he usually reserved for rare first editions. "Do you need water? Pain meds? I bought those crackers you like—"
"Spencer." You caught his wrist as he started to turn toward the kitchen, tugging him back gently. "Breathe. I'm okay."
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over you—checking, always checking—before exhaling sharply. "I know. I just…" His hands flexed at his sides, restless. "I need to do something."
You understood. This was Spencer Reid, after all—the man who needed equations to make sense of the world, variables to control. And right now, the only equation that mattered was you, alive and here, and he had no idea what to do with the leftover terror still humming under his skin.
So you gave him a task.
"Okay," you said softly, nodding toward the blanket. "Then sit with me. And tell me about the book you’ve been reading."
Something in his shoulders eased. He sank onto the couch beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours, and reached for the blanket.
"It's about quantum entanglement," he started, his voice warming as he draped the fabric over your legs with meticulous care. "The theory that particles can become linked, so that what happens to one affects the other, no matter the distance."
You smiled, leaning into him. "Sounds familiar."
His breath hitched. Then, slowly, his arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you carefully against his side.
"Yeah," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It does."
Outside, the world kept turning. Cases would come, and wounds would heal.
But here, tangled together on the couch, you were perfectly, irrevocably linked—and nothing, not even blood or time or space, could change that.
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HRSJIDJE IM BACK HII 🫰😋 I HAVE SOME MORE IDEAS since exams r finally done.
What about percy x cluess!reader that doesnt seem to get all the flirty action percy has been showing and thinks he's just friendly like that. Maybe throw in a hc about reader being in an aphrodite kid, and doesnt think that anyone could like them romantically cause they thinks its just due to them being aphrodite's child, and percy tries to show them that regardless of what god parent they have, he still likes us.
Can you tell my brain is fried?
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pairings: percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader
a/n: I'm in love with this request you never fail to serve with your requests nonnie!!! I wish you all the best for your exams and I hope this can be a little treat since I know how horrible exam season can be! Make sure to take care of yourself love!! 🩷🌸
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues across Camp Half-Blood as you walked alongside Percy. He was smiling in that easy, boyish way he always did, his hands casually shoved in his pockets as he glanced at you.
“So,” Percy said, bumping your shoulder lightly. “What’s the latest from Aphrodite cabin? You guys always seem to have, like, ten soap operas running at once.”
You laughed. “You’re not wrong. Yesterday, Drew tried to use a love potion on one of the Apollo kids, but she mixed it wrong, and now he won’t stop declaring his undying love for a watermelon.”
Percy chuckled. “Classic. But what about you? Any love drama of your own? Got your eye on anyone special?”
You tilted your head, considering. “Me? No, no one. Why?”
Percy stumbled a little, but quickly covered it up with a shrug. “Oh, no reason. Just curious.”
He glanced at you, waiting for some kind of reaction, hoping for even the tiniest flicker of realization. But you just smiled at him, completely oblivious. Percy sighed internally. How could you not see it? The way he went out of his way to make you laugh, the way he made excuses to spend time with you, the way he felt like his heart might actually explode every time you smiled at him.
But to you, Percy was just a friend. And no matter how many hints he dropped, you didn’t seem to noticem
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Later that evening, Percy found himself standing outside the Aphrodite cabin. Again. He stared at the door for a moment, debating whether to turn around, but then he sighed and knocked.
When the door swung open, your older brother leaned against the frame, looking completely unimpressed.
“Seriously?” he said, crossing his arms. “You’ve been here so much, we’re starting to think you’re an honorary sibling.”
Percy flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… I just… I need advice. Again.”
The brother groaned and stepped aside, yelling over his shoulder, “Hey, lovebirds! Seaweed Brain’s back!”
Your siblings erupted in laughter as Percy shuffled in, his face red as a tomato.
“You’re still trying to get through to her, huh?” one of your sisters teased, lounging on her bed. “This is, what, the fourth time this week?”
“Sixth,” your brother corrected, smirking. “At this rate, we’re gonna have to start charging you.”
Percy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what else to do! I flirt with her constantly, but she just smiles and changes the subject. I even asked her today if she liked anyone, and she said no!”
The group collectively groaned, and your brother flopped dramatically onto a couch.
“She is so oblivious,” one of your sisters muttered. “I love her, but gods, it’s painful to watch.”
“Have you tried being direct?” your brother asked, giving Percy a pointed look.
Percy frowned. “I’ve been trying! I’ve dropped hints, I’ve asked leading questions, I’ve been—”
“No, no, no,” your brother interrupted, waving his hand. “You don’t ‘hint’ at things with her. That’s like trying to teach a rock to swim. You have to be blunt. Like, hit-her-over-the-head-with-it blunt.”
“Tell her,” one of your sisters added. “Straight up. No room for her to misinterpret it.”
“She’s gonna think I’m crazy…” Percy mumbled.
“She already thinks you’re crazy,” your brother deadpanned. “Just own it. March up to her, look her in the eye, and say, ‘Hey, I like you. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, and you haven’t noticed, so now I’m telling you.’”
The room went silent for a beat, everyone nodding in agreement. Percy groaned. “This is a terrible idea.”
“It’s your only shot, Jackson,” your brother said, patting him on the back. “Go get her.”
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The next day, Percy found you by the canoe lake, skipping stones across the water. He took a deep breath, his heart racing, and walked over.
“Hey,” he said, smiling nervously. “Got room for one more?”
You glanced up, your face lighting up when you saw him. “Of course. You’re always welcome, Percy.”
His heart skipped a beat. You had no idea what you did to him when you said things like that.
For a while, the two of you sat in companionable silence, watching the ripples spread across the lake. Then Percy cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“So,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “There’s, uh… there’s something I need to tell you.”
You turned to him, your brow furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Percy said quickly. “It’s just… I’ve been trying to tell you something for a while now, but I don’t think I’ve done a very good job of it.”
You tilted your head, confused. “What do you mean?”
Percy took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had. “I like you. Like, like-like you. And before you say anything, no, it’s not just as a friend. I think you’re amazing, and funny, and brave, and honestly, you’re all I think about.”
You blinked at him, completely stunned. “Wait… what?”
“I like you,” Percy repeated, his face turning red. “As in, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks because I have a massive crush on you.”
You stared at him, your brain struggling to process his words. “But… I thought you were just being nice!”
Percy groaned, running a hand down his face. “How could you possibly think that? I literally asked your siblings for advice because I didn’t know how to tell you!”
“You talked to my siblings?” you asked, wide-eyed.
“Yes!” Percy exclaimed. “Half the Aphrodite cabin is sick of me because I’ve been driving them crazy trying to figure out how to get you to notice me.”
You blinked again, the pieces finally clicking into place. “Oh…”
Percy laughed weakly. “Yeah. Oh.”
There was a long silence as you stared at each other, Percy’s heart pounding in his chest. Finally, you smiled.
“Well,” you said softly, “you could’ve just told me sooner.”
Percy groaned. “You’re impossible.”
But then you leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, Percy’s face was bright red, but he was grinning like an idiot.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Totally worth it.”
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I mean.... Makes sense lol. Like luthor knows those two don't appreciate safety nor morality, and thinks the second twin (Daniel) would take on the good habits (lack of morality) and learn from their bad habits (idiocy, lack of organization).
Ooh, it would be pretty cool if lex luthor would reveal in some big boss fight, that theres a heir, without even checking how Danny turned out. He just reveals that there is a heir and he's well hidden.
Obviously the justice league manages to locate the clone in the next two hours, tho.... There is the slight problem they aren't sure whether Danielle or Daniel are the one.
This all would result in the hero's scrambling to check whether their evil, who out of those two is actually the clone (jokes on them lmao) and what the actual fuck is going on with this town and why weren't they called yet.
Meanwhile Danny has the worst week ever. The ghost don't give him a break, math homework is even harder than usual and as a cherry on top, there are tourists in town. That's just what Danny needs when he's already stressing about his parents finally telling him who his bio parents are
When Lex cloned Superman, it resulted in two children. He decided to make good use of his accidental twins by making one his successor. After all, they also share his DNA right? He sends one of the twins to his old friends the Drs Fenton, whom he knows will educate the boy on all things science and engineering.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#this started as like /wow that makes sense/#but now kts more like /if i dont immdiietly write something i will explode/#jokes on me tho#im too tired to write lmao#i hope op doesnt mind the addition#if u do pls just tell me and ill delete this#also at first wes was my no 2 potential twin but hes a ginger so :/#nah nah jokes aside it just didnt make that mich sense. tho it def would be funny for the jl to come to wes to like officialy tell him to#stop doxxing ppl sibce thats the only thing they found on him#and he just opens the door an does 'finally! ive been waiting for so long to contact me!! you are here for my evidence that fenton is#phantom right?'#and the hero just sighs and is like 'no wes weston#this is an intervention. and official thing to say that youre superman's clone and all that jazz'#and wes just kidna#stops for a moment#before smoke literally starts coming out of his ears like 'OF COURSE HES A CLONE ON TOP OF A HALF GHOST JESUS CHRIST MAKE A BETTER SELF#INSERT!!'
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ok so it's not a comic hope thats ok with you but instead it's karkat n nepeta but designed by someone whos madly in love with them both
some more au explanations + transcript beneath the cut
they're maybe around 30-40 yo? This was mostly just an exercise to give both of them adult designs. uh. i'm only calling it an au because I made bs some explanations behind their designs while i was drawing them. so uh, in this universe, sburb never happens + things that happened because of sburb don't happen either, but the alternian society is relatively unchanged. i dont actually know.. what.. karkat does.. like i cant figure out why he wouldnt be culled but it doesnt really matter i just wanted to draw him looking cool! (i am. open to hear about speculation if you have any). also i figured that Kanaya would go to the brooding caverns after her lusus dies, bc the wiki said her lusus would die regardless of the game taking place n whatever, and probaly do something with the matriorb there idk. thats all tho! ill prolly draw them more and maybe develop more lore as i do ^^;
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Transcript!
i don’t know what their dynamic is in the canon of this au… but that won’t stop me from making them kiss :]
The Vigilant adult karkat on alternia
new highly developed shoosing skill
honestly has a calmer demeanor because he’s learned what’s worth exploding about… though he probably developped a crazy resting bitch face
pleased (arrow to karkat with a neutral face)
The sash doubles as a sling for when he visits Kanaya in the brooding caverns. He’s also very tranquil around grubs because they don’t cause unmanageable problems. He’ll get mad if someone else bothers one
(yes i’m obsessed with dilfkat that’s why i drew this)
The Predator adult nepeta on alternia
Taller than karkat <3
still a silly goober, but better at getting what she wants
she probably got her title from a history of single-handedly slaying fearsome lusii. she likely takes assassination type of jobs because of her stealth. one of the more easy-going trolls from the group
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also! fun fact. i was having trouble designing kk's outfit so i looked in an old antiques catalog book from the internet archive to get inspiration from objects that had the same colors as those that i wanted to use in his design? not sure why i did that. just had a hunch that it would be fun. so this is the object i found that strangely enough inspired kk's fit
haha.. and i also found one for nepeta, though it was easier to design her fit and i didnt actually need a reference object
the book was "Antique Trader antiques & collectibles 2009 price guide"
#my art#fan art#art#homestuck#karkat#karkat vantas#nepeta#nepeta leijon#ah. i need a name for this au for my organization purposes... well. subject to change but#nosgrub au#homestuck au#homestuck alternate universe
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CAN YOU DO A JINX X READER FIC BUT READER IS PREGNANT AND LIKE SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO TELL JINX.
IF YOU DO IT TYYYYYY❤️❤️
“Two Pink Lines”
Jinx x F!Reader
WARNINGS: Mention of abortion?
WC:2311
NOTE: established relationship.


Your POV
You had been pacing the tiny space of your shared room for the last ten minutes, the little pregnancy test feeling like a bomb in your hands.
Your heart was pounding so hard it made your head hurt. You knew this wasn’t something you could just ignore—Jinx deserved to know. But saying it out loud? Actually forming the words? That felt impossible.
“Hey, Jinx, so, funny story—I’m pregnant.”
Nope. Too casual.
“Jinx, I have something to tell you… I’m having a baby.”
Too dramatic.
“Surprise! You knocked me up!”
Oh, hell no.
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. Every option sounded worse than the last. There was no way this wouldn’t shake her, no way this wouldn’t send her brain spinning in all directions. Jinx wasn’t bad with emotions—she just didn’t always know what to do with them. And this? This was big.
You had seen how uneasy she was lately, the way she watched you with that nervous, twitchy energy. She knew something was up, but instead of pressing, she’d let it fester, probably assuming the worst.
Jinx had been through too much, lost too many people, and she had this awful habit of thinking everything was her fault. And you had not been helping, avoiding her questions, brushing off her concerns, all because you didn’t know how to say it.
That had to stop.
You exhaled sharply.
You needed to tell her. But you also knew that telling her face-to-face might make it worse.
Jinx was all reaction—she acted before thinking, emotions bubbling over before she could grab hold of them. If you just told her, there was a chance she’d shut down, that panic would take over before she even had time to process.
But if you left the test somewhere she’d find it, without the pressure of you standing there waiting for a reaction… maybe that would help.
Your eyes landed on her workshop.
That’s it.
She was always working on something, always tinkering with gadgets and bombs. Her workbench was her safe space—the one place she could think things through. If you left the test there, she’d have time to work through the shock before she had to deal with you staring at her, waiting for an answer.
Decision made, you swallowed hard and forced yourself to move.
Jinx wasn’t in the workshop, which was perfect. You stepped inside, ignoring the usual chaos of scattered blueprints and half-finished projects, and placed the pregnancy test dead center on her workbench.
She wouldn’t miss it.
You took a shaky step back, staring at the little plastic stick like it might suddenly shout the news for you.
This was the best way. You had to believe that.
Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked out. You’d give her a couple of hours—enough time to let her mind run in circles, freak out, and hopefully settle before you came back.
You just had to hope she wouldn’t blow anything up in the process.
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Jinx’s POV
Jinx felt like her skin didn’t fit right.
Something was wrong.
You were gone again, and she had no idea where or why. You kept sneaking off, looking at her like she was some kind of fragile bomb that might explode if you said the wrong thing.
She hated it.
Hated not knowing.
Hated the pit of anxiety gnawing at her stomach.
She stomped into her workshop, muttering to herself, fingers twitching at her sides. Maybe she could work on something, blow off some steam, keep her hands busy before she—
Her eyes landed on her workbench.
Jinx froze.
There, right in the middle of the mess, was something that didn’t belong. A little box.
Her brows furrowed. She stepped closer, picking it up and flipping it over in her hands. The words on the front made her stomach drop.
Pregnancy Test.
Her breath hitched.
That wasn’t—
No way.
She ripped the box open, fingers fumbling as she pulled out the little plastic stick inside.
Two pink lines.
Her heart stopped.
She stared at it, willing the lines to disappear, to change, to be anything else.
Two lines meant—
It meant—
Jinx’s breath came fast and shallow, her grip tightening around the test. Her thoughts were spiraling too fast to grab onto.
You were pregnant.
With her baby.
Her lungs felt too tight. Her hands were shaking. The world tilted, her brain screaming at her to do something, but she didn’t even know what.
This was why you’d been acting weird. This was why you were avoiding her, why you looked so nervous every time she got too close.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Did you think she’d be mad? Did you think she wouldn’t want this?
Jinx stumbled back, almost knocking over a pile of scrap metal.
A baby. A tiny, fragile thing that would need her, to touch her, to need her warmth.
Her.
Jinx.
A girl who broke everything she touched.
She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath. No, no, don’t go there, don’t—
Her brain wanted to run, to slip into that dark, gnawing place where she wasn’t enough, where she couldn’t be enough. But another thought cut through the panic—sharp, insistent.
You hadn’t left.
You didn’t run.
You left this for her to find, trusting that she’d handle it.
She blinked down at the test again.
Her fingers loosened.
The fear was still there, lurking under her skin, but something else was rising up too—something warm and unfamiliar.
You were having a baby.
Her baby.
Jinx let out a breathless, slightly manic laugh.
She had to find you. Now.
And you had a lot of explaining to do.
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You took your time getting home, dragging your feet through the dimly lit streets of Zaun. Every step felt heavier than the last, your stomach in knots.
You had done it. You had left the test on her desk. You had given her time.
Now you had to face whatever came next.
But the closer you got, the more the fear crept in.
What if she freaked out?
What if she shut down?
What if she left?
Jinx had a habit of running from things that hurt. And this? This had the potential to destroy her.
Your hands were ice-cold when you finally reached the door. You hesitated, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.
Then, slowly, you pushed it open.
Jinx was standing in the middle of the room.
Her shoulders were hunched, her hands curled into fists at her sides. The pregnancy test was still clutched in her fingers, white-knuckled like she had been holding onto it for hours.
The moment she saw you, she went still.
Completely still.
Your breath caught.
She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t moving toward you.
She was just staring.
The weight of it crushed you.
She didn’t want this.
You could see it in the way she held herself, in the way her fingers trembled slightly around the test, in the way her mouth parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t force the words out.
Your stomach turned, a sick, hollow feeling settling in your chest.
She didn’t want this.
And that meant—
You swallowed hard, your voice coming out quiet, fragile.
“I can get rid of it.”
The second the words left your mouth, Jinx broke.
“No!”
Her voice was so sharp, so panicked that it actually made you flinch.
Your breath hitched.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room was suffocating, thick with something raw and unbearable.
Jinx’s breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast. She looked—
Terrified.
Not of you. Not of the baby.
Of losing you.
“You don’t—” her voice cracked, and she shook her head so violently her braids whipped around her shoulders. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think—”
You took a step back.
Jinx moved forward immediately, closing the distance like she was afraid you’d slip away if she didn’t grab hold of you now.
“You thought I didn’t want this?” she asked, voice strangled. “You thought I—?”
You had.
She saw it in your face.
Her expression twisted, something like hurt flashing behind her eyes, and it made your chest ache.
“Shit,” she breathed, voice cracking. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do this, okay? I don’t know how to be—” Her throat bobbed. “I don’t even know how to be a person most days. How the hell am I supposed to be a—?”
She cut herself off.
Didn’t say the word.
Couldn’t.
The weight of it was too much.
You looked down, eyes burning. “Then maybe—”
“No,” she snapped, voice hoarse. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”
Jinx ran a shaking hand over her face, dragging her fingers through her hair.
“I want this,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I want you. I want—”
Her gaze dropped to your stomach, and something in her expression cracked.
“I want them.”
It was barely a breath, barely a sound, but it knocked the air from your lungs.
She looked lost, like she didn’t know how to want this but did anyway.
Your throat tightened.
“You do?”
Jinx let out a soft, broken laugh, but it was filled with confusion and fear. “I do,” she whispered, her eyes glossy. “I just don’t know how. I don’t know how to be ready for this. But I want to try. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us.”
Her voice wavered, and she reached out, her hand trembling as she placed it gently on your stomach. It felt tentative, like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to touch you, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to have a future with you and the baby.
But her fingers lingered there, almost as though she were trying to feel something real, something to ground herself. Her breathing was shallow, her body stiff, like she was holding herself together by sheer will.
You didn’t know what to say.
You could see it in her eyes—the fear, the doubt, the overwhelming weight of everything crashing down at once. She loved you, she wanted you, she wanted the baby, but she was terrified. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin everything. She couldn’t bear to mess this up.
But all you could think about was the space between you, the way she was afraid to touch you too hard, like she might break something precious.
“I don’t want to do this alone,” Jinx muttered, her voice cracking as she looked up at you, her face twisted with desperation. “Please, don’t make me do this alone. I… I don’t know how to be a mom. I don’t even know how to fix myself half the time, let alone another person. But I swear to you, I’ll try. I’ll try, okay?”
Her words hung in the air, raw and painful, and you could feel your heart breaking for her. You reached out, pulling her close, wrapping your arms around her. She tensed at first, but then she melted into you, pressing her forehead against your shoulder, her body trembling.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving this. We’ll figure it out. Together. I promise.”
Jinx clung to you tightly, as if she feared you would disappear if she let go for even a second. Her hands dug into your back, her nails pressing into your skin as though she were holding onto the last thread of stability in her life.
But even as she held onto you, you could feel her shaking. Her whole body was trembling with the weight of everything she was carrying—the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty. She was scared, and you could feel it in the way she breathed, in the way her fingers tightened around you, as if she thought she might lose her grip.
“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you whispered, your voice soothing, trying to reassure both her and yourself. “We don’t have to have it all figured out right now. We’ll take it one day at a time, okay? No pressure. We can be scared together.”
Jinx pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze was still full of uncertainty. But there was something else there, too. Something softer.
“I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’m terrified. But I want this. I want you.”
Her confession hit you like a wave, crashing through the walls you’d built in your own heart. You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes, couldn’t stop the sob that escaped your throat. You didn’t want to be scared anymore, either. You didn’t want to doubt everything you had with her, everything that was coming next.
You kissed her then, gently, softly. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desperation, but one of quiet understanding. Of shared fear, shared hope.
When you pulled away, you both stayed close, your foreheads resting against each other, breathing in unison.
“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, almost to yourself, as much as to her.
Jinx nodded, her breath shaky, but she didn’t pull away. “Promise?”
You smiled faintly through your tears, nodding in return. “I promise.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the silence between you stretch, the weight of everything pressing down on both of you. But there was a new understanding there now. An understanding that no matter how broken you both felt, no matter how terrifying the future seemed, you wouldn’t face it alone.
You had each other.
And that, for now, was enough.
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Demon slayer men boyfriend headcannons‼️
(NSFW INCLUDED)
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Includes : Tanjiro , Zenitsu , Inosuke , Tomioka , Sanemi , Tengen , Obanai , Muzan , Akaza , Douma , and Kokushibo
(this is my first post so bear with me AND english isn’t my first language so sorry for mistakes!)
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Tanjiro!
okay so we ALL know this guy has the sweetest heart so expect a lot of lovely dovey gestures such as….
Cute little morning letters if he leaves before you or you just don’t work as a demon slayer!
something along the lines of “i made you breakfast eat it before it gets too cold!! I hope you have a lovely day and i love you so so much”
(if ur parents are still alive 😍) he will absolutely win them over EVEN IF THEYRE THE MOSG HARDCORE PEOPLE EVERRR
he has a way with people what can you say
multiple lunch dates a week are a must! you guys go out and try as as many restaurants when you guys go on missions together if ur a demon slayer!
if not he will personally bring you takeout from his missions!
you and nezeko bonded a lot and she LOVES when you play with her hair it makes her sleepy ASAP (tanjiro walked in during the middle of this and his heart almosy exploded)
for y’all’s free time you both decided to try new hobbies together like Yoga, art , dancing ETC ITS VERY CUTE MOMENTS!
NSFW!
he’s a soft dom! but if you bring up the thought of you topping him he will NOT object
OH HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC IN BED
Sex with him is literally the embodiment of “love making” because he showers you with love and pleasure
MISSIONARY 100% OF THE TIME
he is vanilla but that doesn’t matter because he’s drowning you with praises and caressing your perfect body <3
his aftercare is literally going to heaven and back
he’ll massage you and whisper sweet nothings into your ears
THIGHS GUY
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Zenitzu!!
at the beginning he’s really REALLY awkward
might even like be hella weird towards you (because you’re the first woman/man he’s ever been perused as romantically)
SO GIVE HIM TIME HE’LL GET THERE
Once he does he will quite LITERALLY will kill everyone in a room and then himself for you
you are his princess (your also his knight and shining armor because… well… it’s zenitzu…)
1000% shows you off like a medal of honor to ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONE
this one time he was blabbing about you to a stranger to the point where said stranger just respectfully told him he doesn’t care
you had to STRAP HIM DOWN to prevent bodily injuries
he likes taking afternoon walks with you , he really enjoys the beautiful site with his beautiful partner
he randomly picks up flowers from the ground and gives them to you because they reminded you of him!
NSFW!!
he is a switch with a bottom preference
the thought of you just absolutely demolishing him will get his body all fuzzy and tingling 🤭
reverse cowgirl is his FAVORITE POSITION OF ALL TIME HANDS DOWN
the nights when it’s not just pleasure he likes to top you and take things slow to show you just how much you mean to him
as well as absolutely showering you with corny praises (he’s so silly!)
HIS AFTER CARE IS ODD
if he’s SPENT he will most likely pass out leaving you in charge of aftercare
if not he’ll just cuddle u to sleep
(totally not because that means he’ll see u naked again in the morning)
TITS GUY
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inosuke!
he didn’t comprehend the fact that you 2 we’re dating 🧍🏽♀️
you had to explain to him and half way through the was flustered and asked you to SQARE UP?? (HE HAD A NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT)
like zenitsu he was also very much awkward if not more at the start of the start of the relationship
But not awkward in a hes shy way
NO HES AWKWARD BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO SHOW??? FEELINGS??
because that’s gross
Tanjiro and Zenitsu had to help the guy to at least an OUNCE of a romantic
he’s really not much of one though
his idea of dates or romance of training or fighting w/ you!
you don’t really mind but if it does get to a point where it bothers you by the lack of romance
HE WILL TRY (key word TRY) to be more affectionate towards you!
he sees a pretty rock? it’s yours!
he sees a pretty branch it’s yours!
he sees a cute cayote? It’s you-
the time he actually brought you one you almost SHAT yourself 😓
NSFW!!
oh he’s a dom
he views smexy time as a challenge
so you bringing up the idea of topping is you trying to WIN and he would rather DIE than lose
again the concept was a foreign area to him
and if you both get to the sexual parts for a relationship , he will seek guidance from you!
(while also refusing for you to demonstrate for him because he “knows what he’s doing” 😒
what’s aftercare?
he does not do it at first meaning you are doing it
after a while he’ll start picking up after you and do it himself
(if you tease him about it he will throw you off the bed)
ASS GUY
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Tomioka!
When he asked you out he said
“will you take my hand in a relationship”
it’s as serious as it sounds
he is comfortable as soon as you begin the relationship because of 2 reasons
for him to consider a relationship with you , you’d guys would’ve have to know eachother for a while
and because if you didn’t want him you would’ve said no
AND SINCE YOU DIDNT😍
hes 100% sure you guys will be just fine WHICH YOU ARE :D
little small gestures of affection from you will get his heart flipping like—
holding his hands ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BEGING CONTACT WITH PINKY TOUCH 😓
(he’s touch starved FEED HIM)
the one time you begged him to let you style his hair was the day that he won’t let you do anything else BUT that
he loves how your fingers feel against his head
sending tingles down his spine of safety yk?
he carries anything you give him in his haori (like little charms!)
he likes it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ears it gets him all giggly
NSFW!!
he is a switch with no preference
he will be whatever you want him to be 😍
when he top’s he can get carried away with eagerness
when you guys have sex he very much loses his mind which is why he can be rough when he tops
HOWEVER WHEN HE BOTTOMS JESUS CHRIST
He will be a whimpering mess
being your little slut asking for more n more <3
being a hashira he can and WILL last very long
he’s 1000% into hair pulling both giving n reviving
as u guys last longer n longer into the relationship he will be more open to risks 😍
(like public sex)
this one time did the deed in a public bathroom in a restaurant while the rest of the hashiras were waiting on the food 🤭
He will run a bath for the 2 of you afterwards and fall asleep in each others arms<3
he’s an ass guy
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Sanemi!
like giyuu , for him to consider a relationship with you , you have a LONGG history
it took him a while for him to actually ask you out 🧍🏽♀️
it got to the point where he was going to lose you to someone else because of how long it took
shinobu “helped” to ask you out
and by help i mean he forced him to ask you out in front of her
shinobu top tier wingwoman fr fr ‼️(she had enough of him wasting an opportunity so she took matters into her own hands)
he will absolutely NOT do PDA (at least at the beginning of the relationship)
his ego n pride are too much for that
once he gets over himself he will at MOST hold hands with you ig 😒😒
he forces u to train with him
he is an AMAZING cook and makes you breakfast n lunch (house husband material!!)
he’s also surprisingly good at doing hair whether it’s short or long! (he makes u buns a lot )
he’s such a romantic behind closed doors
shinobu caught him in the middle of that act and while she didn’t tell anyone…
she teased him to DEATH
NSFW!!
oh he’s a MEAN top no questions asked
he will degrade you to the BONE (which you don’t mind 🤭)
he’s also very VERY rough hitting and attacking ALLL of your sweet spots on your body (inside as well 😋)
he loves calling you a needy slut 🤭
ONE TIME. he has a wet dream where you topped him and... HE WOKE UP WITH THE HARDEST BONER OF HIS LIFE
he will never ever EVERR bring up the idea of u topping him ( if you bring up he MIGHT let it happen🤨 he’s so stubborn)
HE IS SO MEAN WHEN IT COMES TO ORGASM.
if he’s fucking you because he’s jealous or you pissed him off???
he’s going to deny your orgasms for an hour ☠️
SEX DRIVE?? MEDIUM
STAMINA IS . HIGHHHH
he’s pretty average with aftercare , he’ll bring u water n a towel
on a good day you both will shower together! (50/50 chance that y’all will fuck again!)
he’s a thigh guy
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tengen!!
what’s another wife to the list?
all four of them (tengen n his wives) found you very attractive at first sight and they had NO shame into admitting that
after knowing you for a while THEY ALL asked you join the relationship! it caught u off guard 😨
when you entered the relationship they literally all wanted u for themselves 😓
tengen is SUCH A ROMANTIC AND WILL ABUSE PDA SO MUCH
if you’re a fellow hashira my god he will tease you in public so much??? and you’re like FOR WHAT???
hashira meetings will get HELLA awkward with both of y’all (everyone is just like “this again??☠️”
like zenitzu he will FLEX U SOO BAD especially to single folks because in his eyes being single is such a skill issue 🤨
his form of affection is expensive gifts so
EXPECT TO BE PAMPERED WITH A LOT OF JEWELRY 🤭 ( we love sugar daddies )
he also refuses to NOT take y’all on fancy restaurants because anything other than that is LAME AND TACKY 🤨
MATCHING OUTFITS ARE A MUST!!
after he retired, you guys have religious weekly movie nights a lot (you all take turns in picking movies)
NSFW!!
OKAY SO TENGEN IS A SWITCH WITH A PREFERENCE ON TOPPING
now he has 2 different ways of going about it
if it’s sex on One on One , HE IS SO MEAN??
he will 100% mock you during the whole thing
mocking when you choke on air or a moan is his specialty 😓😓
seeing you cock drunk will drive him CRAZY
thighs are so HOT TO HIM (thigh highs are a must!)
he leaves so many bite marks and bruises on your inner thighs
HIS HANDS ARE HUGE DAWG
he likes fingering before fucking and GOD HES SO GOOD AT FINGERING?
he can n WILL make u come more than twice with just his fingers😓
it’s a the whole group sex with him n his wife’s
he’s a sweetheart! taking care of his little princess nasty needs!
when he bottoms with all 4 of you on him he gets so cocky 😒
he loves how you all take care of HIS nasty needs in such a good way
HAIR PULLING
and he’s very much into orgasm denial HES A JERK
def a tits guy
bdsm king
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OBANAI ( i love him sm ) <333
okay uh
before y’all started dating he was so shy around you because??? you’re so??? perfect?????
if you so much as breathe into his direction he will literally die
he asked u in the most romantic cliche ever (but it doesn’t matter because he pulled it off so well??)
he made you follow little notes at night eventually leading to a tree that had a saying “will you be my mine and go out on a date with me?” with 2 boxes saying yes and no
at first you were confused until you saw a familiar snake 🤭 making you giggle you chose the yes box!
HE WAS INTERNALLY SCREAMING BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING HELLA CRINGE 😓
moving onto the relationship…
he is literally the perfect boyfriend
when he gets needy n wants to talk to u , he sends kaburamaru to fetch you!
kaburamaru literally loves u too ! ( obanai also send u flowers through him!)
he gets jealous easy like VERY
he’s very protective of you ! and he expects the same because you are his and he’s all urs <3
will literally end the bloodline of ANYONE who talks smack abt u
at first, yalls kisses would be with his mask on. he still wasn’t ready to let that open yet
after a whole LONG while , he got enough confidence to kiss u with his scars and everything (which u appreciated and enjoyed very much <3)
he likes holding pinkies while walking together
he’s not really a fan of PDA but if someone is trying to flirt with u????
oh U BETTER BET HES GOING TO BE ALL OVER U (u don’t complain)
he makes flower crowns for the both of y’all daily <33
y’all have hella picnic dates it’s getting out of hand atp! y’all barely eat at home
NSFW!!
obanai is a top with 2 sides to him…
A- he can be the most sappy romantic when y’all have sex
OR B- HES LITERALLY BEING ASSHOLE TO YOU
There’s in NO between
when hes being a jerk he denies orgasms
and his liking to marking is x10
he loves leaving bitemarks he knows u can’t hide🤭
def into u riding him but HES in total control
u brought up that you like it when he puts his hair in a pony tail when y’all have sex so HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME
he’s not really much of a risk taker
will not stop unless your trembling😋
if he’s being sweet he’s take things slow making sure your enjoying yourself as well as him <3
will whisper sweet nothings <3
HIS EARS ARE SENSITIVE‼️‼️
he treats u like a goddess in aftercare
will get u water , a towel , a warm bath , tons of cuddles and a lil snack 😋
HES INTO BONDAGE
HES AN ASS GUY 🤭🤭
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Muzan 😨
to how you got together? you don’t even know
if your a human , you ran into while im a hurry ! you work at a flower shop and was carrying flower pots getting dirt all over his clothes
now he was so ready to end the puny moron who ran into him but..
when he saw you apologizing and apologizing your heart out he felt something? what the hell was that? well it’s not like matters… 😁
If you’re a demon you first of all had to have know him and been loyal to him for CENTURIES for him to even REMOTELY like you
once he does tho you’re always buy his side , like his right hand man/woman! it may seem like he just thinks ur strong but this is his way of spending time with u<33 (while being in denial😓)
now how he asked you out. he didn’t do anything fancy! he just called you in and he straight up told you he liked you and would like make yalls relationship more
if you are a human.. he brought you to a demon meeting and told everyone there that if they even THINK about doing ANYTHING to you he will turn them inside out and throw into the sun<3
he thinks akaza is the best fit for his lovely human wife! you guys get along rlly well
he will keep DOUMA FARRRR AWAY FROM YOU.
koko and u like to read and drink tea together! he finds ur being calming
if you’re a demon everyone already knows u but know muzan expects equal respect from them to you!
though he can be very cold at blunt at time , he can still be romantic towards you!
he likes buying you expensive things to make u feel like a queen
if a human or demon disrespects you in ANY WAY not matter how big or small?they will be no more 😓
NSFW!!
oh man no matter how i see it.
HE
IS
A
TOP
he’s the demon king he expects to be in full control at ALL times and 9 times outta 10.. HE IS MEAN TO U
Doesn’t matter how much he loves you , you will never be superior to him 🧍🏽♀️
certified brat tamer!
oh he’s definitely into marking you just the thought of owning what’s rightfully his gets him hard
he’s into degradation so much it’s a problem atp☠️
dont ever degrade him tho
he’ll make sure you NEVER walk again
he puts the d in bdsm
will not stop until you’re a whimpering and crying mess only able to scream out his name :(
he doesn’t know if he likes public sec because he doesn’t like the idea of the chance that people have on seeing what only HE can see
ON THE OTHER HAND. THAT MEANS PEOPLE KNOW UR HIS AND ONLY HIS EVEN MORE….
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Akaza!!
Whether your a demon slayer/hashira or a fellow uppermoon, akaza admired you for being strong
after all akaza think people who r both mentally and physically strong r the best as u can tell with rengoku
before he asked u out, he had to come to terms with it , as he felt he was betraying his late wife
after he accepted the fact that’s it’s okay to move on.. he asked you out in the most akaza way!
he got you a bouquet of flowers 💐 with a little note in it telling u about all the things that he absolutely loves abt u! after reading them , he asked you out!
if you’re a demon you both will be more relaxed about people knowing abt you’re relationship!
until muzan found out.. at first he disapproved because he saw no benefits from u two being in love 🤨
but later on seeing how you two empower eachother be GUESSES it’s ok 😒😒
HOWEVER IF YOURE A HASHIRA..
you two r trying to HARD to keep it super lowkey
it’s mostly night dates n visits you guys can do :( but it’s ok u guys make it work
because the SECOND one or both of ur masters find out… YALL R DEAD
REGARDLESS akaza is very flexible with himself (as a metaphor BUT HE PROBABLY IS LITERALLY)
he absolutely LOVESS self care nights with you!!
talking shit while doing eachother a face masks is one of his favorite pastimes! (the pretty mama gotta do what he can to stay pretty DUH)
douma teases him abt u so much it’s driving him mad
especially because douma is hella touchy w/ h JUST to piss akaza off
which it always ends with douma head on the floor😨
NSFW!!
akaza is 100% a switch with a top preference
he teases u a lot.. BUT IF YOURE A HASHIRA HE STRAIGHT UP MOCKS U😓😓
like he’ll say things like “i thought hashiras we’re supposed to have a lot of stamina.. what’s wrong :(“ ALL WHILE HES SMIRKING
he likes eating you out before fucking you
THE THINGS HIS TOUNGE CAN DO TO UR BODY 😓
he is very rough with you, but holds back a bit if you’re human because if he goes all out he will quite literally break u
IF YOURE A DEMON THO YOURE IN FOR IT ALL😍‼️‼️
even when he’s bottoming he’s still being a little asshole 😒
he completely switches up w/ aftercare! he’s such a sweetheart making u a bath for the two if u to cuddle in for a bit<33
he is a THIGH MAN ALL THE WAY his hands r always resting on them 🤭
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douma!
oh my ?
ok douma likes energetic people so that’s a starter for him to start liking you and ofc knowing you for a couple of decades
i think the thing that sealed off his love for you was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was weird yk?
you talked to him like he was normal person (well demon but you get what i mean! but he’s SOO far from normal ☠️☠️)
MOVING ONNN he asks you out by making a little game out of it! maybe like pictionary or hang man! it’s rlly silly <33
while your dating even if your a demon or human he will treat you like your made of glass
he views you like one of his dolls ! therefore your his precious
he rlly likes it when you style his hair , in fact he asks you to do so regularly
during the summer time it gets rlly humid n hot as hell in japan even at night so he used his demon art to cool u both off !
akaza asked you to blink 3 times if the relationship was not from ur free will when he found out 😨😨
u guys both have matching fans 🤭🤭
muzan has to literally rip his head off because douma won’t stop talking to u during meetings ☠️
HE IS A BRITNEY SPEARS STAN ‼️‼️
NSFW!!
douma is a switch with no preference it just depends on hows feeling that day (it’s mostly bottom)
He is such a bratty bottom i tell you, he just pushes your buttons til u snap
and snapping means you literally demolishing his ass until she can’t even form any sentences :(
oh jesus christ but when he tops?????
praying for u fr fr
douma is unfair as hell
HE WILL DENY YOUR ORGAMS FOR FUNSIES?? like NOTHING ABT THAT IS FUNNY??
he is súper into bondage
AND EVERYTHING HES SO KINKY
never feel afraid to tell this man any of ur kinks even if they’re weird bc douma will try it out with you no hesitation!
his aftercare is a little rocky but it’s nothing too bad..
at most hes get you both waters and y’all will just chill in bed or anywhere
speaking of anywhere.. HE WILL FUCK U ANYWHERE HE DOES NOT CARE‼️‼️
one time muzan heard y’all bc y’all are SO LOUD (he decapatated both of you on the spot)
he is an ass guy oh my god he can’t go a day without touching it 😓
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Kokushibo!!
okay first all i dont think he cares what type of personality u r (extroverted or introverted)
it does take him a while to accept his feelings towards you because he doesn’t many to get distracted from his duties
but when he pushes that aside he just straight up asks you to stay by his side for the rest of time 💐
he doesn’t do PDA because your love life is not the business of others (muzan thanks the lords for this because he does NOT want to see that)
you guys randomly found a black cat following you one time while on a mission and you wanted to keep it with him!
…..YOU HAD TO BEG HIM FOR AN HOUR BUT HE eventually GAVE IN💔
y’all named her Ei (he will never admit but he will kill anyone who harms her bc he loves her sm)
you like to kiss all 6 of his eyes after a long day (he expects you to do it regularly and gets upset when u don’t)
sometimes asks you do braid his hair to change up his hair style 😋
he makes u train with him to he ensure you’re able to defend yourself from anyone!
matching katanass!! (much to his dismay because god forbid y’all do something cute 😒)
hel likes to carry you in piggy back style a lot 😋
NSFW!!
oh he’s a top no doubt
he will absolutely NOT let u top
BUT YOURE OK WITH IT BECAUSE GAWD DAMN
he is so rough with you that’s all he knows what to do<3
before touching you he wants to see you beg for it he LOVES seeing you all pathetic
HE LOVES FUCKING YOU AGAINST A WALL‼️‼️
he loves it because that means your trapped within in him, with no where to go and he has you EXACTLY how he wants you
oh he pulls your hair a lot when you give him head 🤭
he’s always biting your ears bc he knows they’re sensitive 🤭
he loves missionary as the main position because he gets to see all the expressions he’s making you have <3
HE IS A ASS GUYS ‼️‼️
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okay that’s it guys! leave me any request i’ll be happy to do so! <33
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Comment Section: Sunstorm edition
Wow! Thanks for the analysis and thoughts, I really appreciate it!
I agree, Starscream is allowed to not want to associate with Sunstorm at all, but he still shouldn't be mean about it haha. It's not like he told Sunstorm to not follow him around and was ignored. Sure Sunstorm should pick up on the hints that he isn't wanted but lbr he was raised by Shockwave in isolation, kid’s a little bit socially inept XD
My Sunstorm isn't as crazy religious as he is in the Dreamwave comics, but he is religious enough to make people like Starscream uncomfortable, especially when as you said he uses religious language to try and connect with Starscream. I personally like the idea that Sunstorm doesnt actually think the old stories are literally true, but he finds comfort in them and so chooses to view his life through that lens. He's more of a philosopher than a religious zealot, and ultimately he is more interested in observing and understanding than converting or preaching. Still, it's one of his special interests so he will talk about it if given the chance, and it definitely makes a lot of people uncomfortable for the reasons you've stated.
Love the observation about Starscream not being used to forgiveness. He don't trust like that, no sirreeeee.
Also it was Rodimus who pushed for the group therapy and Starscream def agreed to it, but he hasn’t really been taking any of the therapy sessions seriously. He was using them as a way to make people like him, like look I can behave, I can do your little therapy stuff, I can pretend to be emotionally and mentally stable, im totally working on myself even tho theres nothing wrong with me and even if there was something wrong with me it’s so deeply rooted theres no point in working on it anyway i mean what? It's all very calculated. Maybe he decided to vent about Sunstorm during their session because he thought it would make the kid leave him alone? Haha, unfortunately for him the opposite happened.
thanks again for your thoughts, hope you’re feeling better by now

If only Starscream could communicate his feelings like a normal person haha.

I like the way you put this. The situation is mad uncomfortable for Starscream yeah. And thanks! I hope you like where it goes.

When I wrote Sunstorm’s dialogue my intention was for starscream to feel validated in a way that he isnt comfortable with but doesnt altogether hate, but then a few people pointed out how it comes off like he’s straight up forgiving him for having trauma (hes forgiving him for saying mean things to him!) and like, yeah starscream wouldnt appreciate feeling patronised x3 Prolly pissed him off. But like, maybe a little bit of the intent made it through? I wanted Starscream to feel seen, but being seen is terrifying when you feel like theres nothing but broken ugliness underneath. so i guess starscream just ends up feeling judged. But also…accepted? Starscream does a confusion.
Starscream has had like three therapy sessions and isnt making any notable progress because he’s more concerned with how he’s being perceived than actively working on himself rn. I actually think this is fine, change doesnt happen quickly. we’ve introduced starscream to an avenue of help and as calculated as it was he did still try it out. I think the seed was planted if he ever does decide he wants to do better. and In his defense, the focus rn for everyone is what do we do about Megatron’s sudden return

lmao this made me chuckle. I wouldnt say he held composure even at Megatron’s worst, but yeah he’d def be frustrated whenever he accidentally goes mask off around the autobots.

That would be very cute, but starscream isnt quite there yet XD. not that anyone would want to hurt sunstorm, he’s like the best boy!
Starscream might worry about Sunstorm exploding, but only because he doesnt want to get caught in the explosion. after therapy, he still couldnt care less if Sunstorm deactivated, but he at least sees him as a person he dislikes rather than an abomination that shockwave made. so…yay progress?

He’s radioactive, so it’s a valid concern! Not that he will explode, he does have control over his outlier ability.

i imagine Rodimus is chill with ex decepticons? he went on a gay roadtrip space adventure with his best friend who is an ex decepticon and they met cyclonus who is an ex decepticon and later picks up sunstorm who is a decepticon affiliated seeker. i think as long as you prove to him you can be chill then he’ll be chill. tbh I think he just wants people to like him.
and It’s not that he doesnt mind if sunstorm blows up, he just has so much confidence in sunstorm not blowing up he doesnt think its a concern!

yeah since his spark is radioactive it hurts passively all the time. it hurts more when he pulls it in and away from others, and the pain spikes when he activates his outlier ability to actually use it, but it hurts less after it’s expelled. part of the reason why he spends so much time in a cr chamber while at shockwave’s lab is because it syphons his energy output and alleviates the pain. a win win for shockwave as he uses that energy to power his lab.

in his defence, he didnt make him radioactive on purpose, that just sorta happened


haha I’m glad y’all really liked that joke XD

of course he has, who hasnt met sunstorm! oh right, megatron…

i wouldn't recommend it. it will burn

TC has seen Sunstorm around like some cryptid, and Bumblebee prolly explained the situation after Sunstorm started staying at autobot base. TC is probably also creeped out by Sunstorm’s existence, but something about his bright eyed apperance reminds him of Starscream before the war…
Skywarp just sees him as some other guy, he’s like not bothered at all. he’s curious about him in that there hasnt been a new seeker in generations. as far as he’s concerned, Sunstorm is literally nothing like Starscream haha
Sunstorm feels bad for TC, and he empathises with Skywarp’s malfunctioning outlier ability.

Im so hecking sorry XD Sunstorm is like basically not in IDW1 at all (he shows up once in the background, and then the second time he’s in the comic arcee hecking murders him pfpfpf). If you want sunstorm content I think he features more in Wings universe and the Dreamwave continuity. I havent read them tho so I don’t actually know haha
but like, aah thanks so much, I really appreciating your kind words. and also thank you everyone who sent me asks and comments and tags. I legit had no idea this project would turn into a whole thing but I’m having fun so I’m glad you all are enjoying it too.
#kinda just making this up as I go#I don’t want to bog down my art blog with a ton of ask responses so thats why I don’t answer asks very often#if you leave a comment on the actual posts I’m more likely to answer those#if you ask something in tags I have literally no way of responding tho so XD#I still read all the tags they keep me going#transformers
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oh boy another hermitcraft court case. watched it and my brain exploded like a cuboom firework. the things i've seen as a real life judicial aid and law school student will never compare to the trial.
so here is my analysis of said case:
- glad the judge kept the plaintiff going first! he is right, the defense doesnt know what case to argue against without knowing the case to begin with
- while i love the addition of a jury, typically juries are selected before either side makes a single argument. theres also a whole jury selection process that takes a while, but seeing how one side chose to not prepare anything (which is a real defense i've seen used in a real case before) maybe this was for the better lol
- also, to my knowledge most of the jury (in some way) was a part of the case - i mean the defense even brought this up. the jury was never going to be impartial. however, what confused me more was the usage of "hermitcraft" in the overarching hermitcraft v mumbo case. this verbiage implies not just beef or xb, but the whole server are claiming harm from mumbo's actions.
- furthermore, outside the courthouse there was a banner boasting "xb vs mumbo" but bdubs said "hermitcraft vs mumbo" so i'm going with the words of the judge and what would be on the theoretical court record. this continues to make me wonder what "hermitcraft" classifies as. is it a sovereign nation? is it a state? is it a confederacy of hermits? if hermitcraft, in this specific case, entailed the server as a nation then this should have been a criminal case.
- i need to stop thinking about this aspect of the case or else my brain will explode but i desperately hope for some case law defining this in the future.
- similar to the zombiecleo v docm77 case, defense's lack of witnessess was alarming. defense having only one witness in comparison to the plaintiff's three is severely unbalanced, it only gave the defense a third of the oppurtunity to prove mumbo's innocence (not that they were claiming mumbo didn't commit the actions accused of him)
- i appreciate the judge not allowing for party reps/witnesses to act as agents of the case (objecting, arguing, ect). when bdubs asked jevin where his bar card was i actually felt tears welling in my eyes from laughter.
- the plaintiff's case did a good job in throwing a lot of stuff at the defense. however, i feel they spread themselves too thin with having so many elements to the case (vandalism, noise pollution, enviromental pollution, lost wages, ect), and if they had focused on one or two aspects their case would have been much stronger
- specifically i think they should have focused on the enviromental damage perspective. the other "charges" focused too much on the social ramifications of actions taken by both mumbo and "hermitcraft"
- as for the defense, i think they could have completely gone with the defense of "freedom of expression".
- every single charge could have been easily knocked aside with this defense. it would play to bdubs' (american) brain's inherent obsession with freedom of speech, protest, assembly- just the first amendment overall. oh, the bricks? that was a protest. it is mumbo's right to protest against actions he does not agree with. the noise? the "toxic" enviroment? that's mumbo's expressed creative thoughts. it's his own individual style. he's expressing his own thoughts.
- i think the defense was right on about the train of the food prices too high, but they focused on it too much.
- i also appreciated their use of their singular witness in cub- it is absolutely right to point out there are no written peramiters for zones of builds and such.
overall i think this trial was slightly more on par with a traditional american trial than previous tall claims court cases!! i think bdubs' judgement was just. and most importantly, i can't wait for more cases to analyse (:
#hermitcraft#hermitcraft season 10#hermitcraft 10#tall claims court#hermitcraft v mumbo#hermitcraft vs mumbo#xb vs mumbo#xbcrafted#mumbo hermitcraft#bdubs#bdoubleo100#goodtimeswithscar#docm77
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Sukuna as your boyfriend [Soft Sukuna]
-Honestly, when he is soft it gives me another perspective of him.
-He is probably the type that strokes your hair as he combs it Oh come he just wants to feel your hair.
-Spoils you with many kisses and [kinda] praises ''You know you are cute that I can just poke your eyeballs out'' or ''I could just pinch both of your cheeks until it explodes''
-You two always cuddling together Of course you are the little spoon and he is the big spoon.If you have plushies on your bed he will throw them from the bed and say ''Why would you have those foolish plushies when you have me?'' You just giggled at his ''possesived act'' and ended you being the big spoon.He just love the feeling being spooned sometimes
-Petnames for you such as [Sweetheart ,My Queen , Paradise , my little dreamer , My lovely human.. ]
-Petnames for him such as [ Ryomen , Charming , My King , Mr possesive , sometimes Your Majesty ..]
-Waking up with him doesnt let you leave the bed . Would cuddle tightly in his arms . Even you tried to move an inch he'll raise a brow and open his eye a little bit .He could feel that you are trying to get out from him.
-Would have his wallpaper of you even his profile picture.
-You invite him to listen to your playlist at first he be like ''What kind of ''noise '' that you want me to listen human? he scoffed but once you put your earphones on him...He is in love .
-He is the that put his hand on your pockets if you arent comfortable he put his arms on your shoulder.
-Listens to what you are venting your life, your problems everything
-If he saw you slept on the couch while you are doing your work he is the type that sigh and move your laptop away from you,carries you in a bridal style saying ''Has my paradise been working and ended felt asleep? Such a poor thing..'' ''B-but Ryomen..I have to finished i-it-'' Shh..My Queen , shh..its going to be okay..'
-He sleeps shirtless with pants on ..He places you on the bed bed,tucks you saying ''Sleep tight my little dreamer ..Hope you dream about me''
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#true form sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk manga#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x y/n#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#jjk comfort#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen#my first fic#jjk sukuna#cliche#jjk fanfic#jjk fandom#satoru gojo#jjk fanart#Itz.Amani writes
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Jimmy and fatherly Doc brainrot part 2 the canary boogaloo (Part 1)
I'm sure it's very evident that I have not made comics before but please be gentle, I am but a noob 😔✊️
I hope I was able to make the TNT thing clear enough haha but if not, its a trap in which the TNT minecarts are supported by a door, and they'll fall and explode when the door is opened. If the door opens to the side that the minecarts are supported on though, they'll stay balanced on the door and nothing happens. I think Jimmy would make this mistake lol. Took me 4 tries to get the trap to work myself when I tested it even as I followed Cub's tutorial. And then it also needs a block behind the powered rails which I could not figure out for the love of me
Is this Doc's base that Jimmy's trapping? Uhh probably not but who knows. I dont think Doc would even build a base with a normal door entrance is the thing lol (not when hes a big goat man and doesnt even fit through a normal door without hunching over (hence him being all hunched at the door)). Idk if Jimmy would dare to trap Doc's stuff regardless (probably not). Doc just happened to be here wahoo plot convenience
Anyhow that's Last Life yayy. Double Life next and you know there'll be ranchers but that'll be the last nice one too. LimL and SL are just gonna be angst because I love to hurt myself like that. Just you wait
#docm77#jimmy solidarity#the more I look at the first page especially the more I hate it but RAHH#IM A NOOB BUT ILL LEARNNNN#if Doc's speech seems weird I was trying really hard to channel him trust me#tubby art#Doc&Jimmy
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