#and adam's short bc it's fun. to me

[sculkshrieking]

the HEIGHT difference between mark and adam n mandy is so good i love when he's just a brick fuckin house ‼️

ME TOO!!! HOFFMAN BIG <3!!!! that one entire scene we get with him and amanda interacting? i think about it daily. all the time. she's So Small next to him, it makes me insane and what's funny is he's not even That tall!!!!! mandy's just tiny as hell and i love that for her :]

[oh-no-its-bird]

Trying to make slightly simplified shape/design references that I can maybe animate with. If I retain the energy and motivation to animate, I mean. Crossing my fingers !!

Cracks me up only a little bit that Orochinatsu is the youngest but also heads taller than the others. Truly youngest friend/sibling core

Might continue w some other ocs later, just bc its fun. Probably Haruka, let's be real. Maybe the other early konoha teens I dont think Ive posted much ab, like Orochinatsu's occasional on again off again Inuzukan girlfriend who only takes them on dates when its convenient for her (he's just happy to be there 👍) or the gloomy Uchiha boy who got to be Haru's decoy boyfriend that one time, or Shikasada's fiance. So many ocs such little time ,,, they consume me, I fear

[sophfandoms53]

An insane sequence of events im still losing my mind that this happened

[angel-writes-skz-here]

More than the Sun, Moon & Stars

Dad! Chan x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Father's Day is all about Chan, mostly. Warnings: SMUT, oral (both rec), p in v unprotected, toys, blindfolds, restraints. Sweet aftercare. Chan being babied. A/N: Father's Day smut, basically. Enjoy my sweets! Comment to be tagged in future fics. I need a short smut break for a few days guys, but stick around bc I'll be back to it. Also, I've said it once & I'll say it a million times, Chan needs to be babied and taken care of.

You couldn’t believe the weekend was finally here. You and Chan had decided a vacation was in order for the two of you, promising Hwan you’d be home Sunday for Father’s Day; but you explained you need a weekend just you and him. You hadn’t told Chan anything about the vacation, or anything you planned for him.

So, when the two of you walk into the beach house, and it looks seemingly normal, he’s cool and calm.

“You made it sound like some big secret,” he snickers as he puts your bags down outside the room bedroom.

“Well I do have surprises for you,” you wink at him as you wrap your arms around his waist. He quirks a brow at you before smiling cheekily and kissing your lips.

-

After dinner Chan’s on the bed shirtless, relaxing when you walk into the room wearing a sexy new piece of lingerie.

Chan’s eyes flit over you, a cocky grin on his lips.

“That’s new,” he smirks as you stalk over to him, hands behind your back. He watches you closely as you move to straddle him on the bed, his hands automatically going to your hips. You smile at him, a seductive chuckle escaping you as you take your hands from behind your back, holding red satin restraints. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

“We’re using these?” He asks.

You bite your lip front teeth showing as you nod your head yes and hum the answer. You take his hands, tying them to head board. His eyes follow you, willfully submitting as you secure the ribbon.

“Feel ok?” you ask. He nods, throat slightly parched. Normally Chan was the one to control things, but tonight was all about him. What he wanted, well, mostly. You’re having some fun too. You take a moment to admire your work, seeing him unable to move, legs sprawled out on the bed. His adams apple bobs when he swallows as he watches you leave the room for a moment. His heart is in his throat in anticipation.

You walk back in, blind fold in hand. Chan’s bottom lip goes between his teeth and a soft, barely audible whimper is heard from him and if you hadn’t been paying attention, you never would’ve heard it.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I got you.” You whisper in his ear as you tie it behind his head.

“Color?”

“Green,” he breathes out. You smile, kissing just below his ear.

“Breathe for me, baby. Tonight’s all about you.”

He shutters in response.

He pulls against the restraints instinctively. You kiss his cheek nails brushing the opposite one as you do so. You leave the room, grabbing your fun bag.

“What’s going on?” Chan asks.

“Patience, daddy. Patience.” You giggle. He huffs, heart erratic and anxiety a little high. You help him out of his pants, body bare in front of you, and your mouth waters as the sigh of his erect cock, standing at attention.

“Someone’s excited,” you giggle as you lightly let your nails skim the top of it. Chan gasps, arms tugging against the restraints.

“Y/n, please,” he begs.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, trust me.” You murmur. You barely blow a little air at the tip, causing Chan��s body to go stiff.

“I’ve always loved this little happy trail,” you praise him as your nails then glide along it, making his skin pebble with goosebumps. He breathes deeply, anticipation high. You grab a feather from your bag, lightly ghosting it over his abs. He tenses under the touch, a grin on his face.

“You’re such a tease, ah,” he hisses as you run it over one of his nipples.

“Am I?” you ask as it goes up his neck. You glide it back down, tracing it over his thigh, the tops of his feet, before going back up the other thigh and lightly letting it touch his cock. His hips buck at the slight amount of friction.

“So eager.” You grin as you run it over his damped head, watching as little beads form at the top.

“You look so pretty like this,” you murmur as you stand in the door way.

“I’ll be right back,” you bite your lip as he lays there, utterly leaving you in control. You grab a piece of ice from the freezer, holding it between your lips as you enter the bedroom once more.

You straddle his waist, touching the tip of the ice to his neck, making him hiss and let out a breathy laugh.

“Fuck,” he grunts as you run it down his neck, in between his pecks. You slowly circle it around his nipples, watching as they become erect even more and Chan responds with a deep groan. You travel the ice down his abdomen, watching as his muscles go taut and he pulls against the restraints. You trail the ice down to his cock, letting it hit the base of it and Chan lets out a moan.

You move your head up, letting the ice flow over his cock, resting it at the tip, a slight pleasurable siting being felt.

“Color?” you ask before you continue.

“Green,” he breathes and you smile, continuing to allow the ice to melt against him.

“Ah,” he gasps as you grab his balls, slightly squeezing them.

“Fuck,” he shouts out face a little red from the anticipation.

“Baby please,” he whimpers hips lifting from the bed.

“Use your words,” you tease as you get up, discarding the ice.

“I wanna feel you,” he breathes. You smirk, licking his saft starting slow, his voice coming out in broken words and sounds. You take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

You bob your head mercilessly, feeling him twitch in your mouth, and you can hear his breathing becoming labored.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans and you pull off him.

“What the hell?” he asks, head lifting in your direction.

You hum in response, straddling his hips again. You lean down, holding his jaw between your fingers and kiss his lips. He hums against you, desperate for anything you’ll give him.

You reposition yourself so you’re facing his cock and you lean down, kitten licking his tip. He groans as his back tries to arch. You giggle to yourself, satisfied.

“More,” he moans, “Please.” You wrap your lips around him, slowly sliding down on him, your top lip running over the vein on the underside. Chan lets out a guttural moan, something that causes your cunt to dampen. You begin to bob your head, slowly, with hallowed cheeks, the bed frame creaking from how hard he’s pulling, hands begging to touch you.

“Be a good boy, Christopher,” you reprimand before reattaching yourself to him. He whines, hips shifting upward, hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag.

“Shit, sorry, sorry,” he apologies profusely. You hum around him, feeling him twitch in your mouth. You let him go with a pop, a strangled noise coming form him. You pick out a vibrator from the bag, switching it on and holding it to his tip.

“Angh,” he arches his back gasping as the vibration hits his nerves.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he gasps.

“So don’t. Fall apart baby. It’s ok,” you answer him.

“Fuckfuck,” he whines as more whimpers follow the harder you press it to him. Your hands go to his balls, massaging and licking them.

He chokes out another moan as you stroke him at the base, cum quickly covering his stomach and the toy. You smile at the release and the heavy breathing he does.

“Fuck,” he exhales. He feels your hands lift his head, hair slightly damp at the root from sweat, and you undo the blindfold. His pupils are blown, his face a light pink and his chest heaves and he watches you.

“Fuck,” he says still pulling at the restraints.

“Feel good?” you wink and chuckle at him as you flatten your tongue. He watches as you lick up the mess on his stomach, blowing out a deep breath.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he says his eyes half lidded. You smile up at him once he’s cleaned up.

“Baby,” he asks, voice small.

“Hmm?” you hum in satisfaction.

“I wanna taste you,” he pleads. You raise your brow.

“I guess you do deserve it, you were very good,” you answer and Chan exhales a breath. You slip out of your underwear, position your cunt over his face, loosening the straps just a little so his hands can come down and touch you if need be.

“Still ok?” you peer down at him and he nods his head frantically.

“Sit,” he says. You do as he asks, and hover over his face.

“Baby, I said sit, not hover. Let me have you,” he almost whines, and you oblige, sitting down fully. His tongue is warm, a moan escapes him as he tastes your arousal and the vibrations go straight to your clit, causing you to gasp and your hips to grind down a little. Chan is quick to get to work, his tongue lapping at your clit like it’s his last meal- the last thing he’ll do before he dies. Like making you cum is his life’s mission.

“Fuck, yes, keep going,” you shift your hips as your hand goes into his long hair.

“Ah-ha, god yes,” you squeal as his tongue curls up into your clit. His eyes watch you the whole time, and you discard the bra you’re wearing, massaging your own breasts as he flicks your bud over and over again, that sweet heat building quickly in your stomach.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper as your hand grips at the root of his hair, tugging slightly. His tongue works impossibly faster and harder until your legs are shaking on either side of his head and back is arched, cunt clenching around nothing. You pull yourself from his face, gasping for air.

Chan smiles at you, as you untie the ribbons, allowing his arms to come down, and as your about to position yourself above him, he takes the momentum from you and flips you on your back. You squeal in excitement and he laughs with you, hovering above you, a look of pure love in his eyes.

“You were supposed to lay there,” you feign a pout.

“Well, I wanna make my baby girl feel good,” he mumbles, a hand caressing your cheek before he leans down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. You hum against his lips, as his head presses against your clit, causing you to jump.

He lines himself up, pushing in slowly.

“Fuck,” you groan at the full feeling, feeling him stretch you oh so well.

“So tight,” he mumbles, eyes closed. Your legs wrap around his waist, resting your heels on either side of his back.

“I love you,” he whispers as he begins to thrust.

“I love you too, baby.” You share an intimate kiss as his hips rock, quickly gaining speed, chasing your highs. His head falls to your shoulder, and you cradle it lovingly.

You bite into his solid shoulder, tears brimming your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure.

“Fuck, Chan I’m close,” you whimper as your face rests in the crook of his neck.

“Me too, cum with me, ok?” You groan in response as his hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on it.

“Three,” he moans.

“Two.”

“One, cum for me baby.” He says as his hips go impossibly fast, and the both of you break together; the room filling with moans and curses. Your pleasure tears falling from your eyes.

“Fuck,” he breathes, both of you taking a moment to catch your breath. He wipes the pad of his thumb over your cheek with a small smile.

“God that was amazing,” you say breathlessly. He captures your lips, bodies resting as one for a minute.

“You are the love of my life, baby.” He says. You smile proudly.

“Hwan’s a close second though, right?” you quirk a brow and he chuckles, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Of course.” He smiles.

-

The two of you are laying in bed cuddling together.

“Tour starts in two weeks, how do you think he’ll take it?”

“I think he’ll miss you, but we’ll get to see all the live streams and stuff so I think he’ll be ok once he’s used to you not being home.” You smile up at him with your head on his chest.

“What about you?” he asks cautiously.

“I’ll be fine, so long as you flash your abs to the camera every night. And in between shows I get pictures.” You wink playfully and Chan laughs at you.

“So, you’ll just miss my abs, got it.”

You sit up on your elbows hand drawing circles on his chest.

“We’ll be fine, Chan. I promise. Go have fun, see the world, do what you do best.”

“Again? Baby I made you cum twice how many more times do you need?” he jokes. You swat his chest and hide your face in his neck.

“Christopher, I’m serious.” You whine.

“I know, I’m kidding, well sort of.” He says.

“I wanna do something,” he says after a moment. He sits up, grabbing his phone off the bedside table.

He opens his camera and without capturing your face or his, takes a picture of your hands interlocked. He places the black and white filter over it and posts it to Instagram and bubble with the caption being a simple red heart.

You look at him with a wide smile.

“Did you just soft launch us?” he smiles as he clicks the screen off and peers down at you.

“Maybe.” He smiles before kissing your forehead.

You grin up at him, before You kiss his chest and run to the bathroom.

A few moments later water is rushing into the large tub and you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. Chan’s chin rests on your shoulder.

“Do you know you how much I love you?” he asks. You giggle and lean into him.

“More than the sun, the moon and the stars?”

“More than that,” he whispers. The two of you step into the warm water, you forcing Chan to sit in front of you. You begin working on his muscles, rubbing them, caressing them, leaving behind a kiss every now and then. He sighs content, letting you pamper him for once in his life.

“You work so hard,” you whisper. He nods; shoulders tense. Once you finish rubbing his shoulders, your hands go around his stomach, and your cheek presses into his back, holding him.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You say quietly. Chans hand rests on top of yours for a moment.

“You’re an amazing father, an amazing boyfriend, amazing artist, and most of all,” you bring your lips to his ear, “an amazing man. The man of my dreams.” You smile as he leans into you a little more.

Tags: @breakmeoff @thelovelybireader @crystal005 @velvetmoonlght

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[cimtee]

Actually. Here’s a thing.

Below: all canon physical descriptors of the characters. That I remember. And likely some that are made up bc my brain doesn’t have a working file system.

If any of them are incorrect please do let me know! And if there is anything significant I missed out, let me know that too! It will be very helpful as I finalize their designs 🙏

To be clear, my intention is NOT to be canon patrol. I love love love seeing all the different interpretations of characters. They are all so wonderful and distinctive and personal.

My own design development has been based on given details + incorporation of my own ideas, imaginings, etc. (Oft they are self-indulgent too. Always fighting the urge to put freckles and diastemas and prominent noses on every single person I ever draw)

Without further ado. A masterpost of sorts.

Edits in blue!

Blue

Race/ethnicity unspecified (personally imagine her with Desi roots, through Maura ofc. Artemus is her Welsh half. Presumably. His DNA may just be chloroplasts…) See @transronanlynch’s reblog about this. Btw all these green edits are thanks to their infodumping I LOVE INFODUMPING

Short (5’?)

Brown eyes

Short dark uneven hair, often held in place with clips

Doesn’t shave

Both her and Maura are “compact, athletic, and hard to tip over.” Strong enough for the fair bit of manual labor she does on page

Weirdo clothes (affectionate). Lots of self-made or secondhand items and layering. Look at reblog for some specifics!

Gansey

Anglo-Saxon poster boy

Average height

Light brown hair

Hazel eyes

Contacts mostly, round gold wire-rims otherwise

Straight nose

Straight white teeth

High cheekbones. I think he’s even described as having a “regal” face structure but I could’ve pulled that outta my ass

Dimples!!! How did i forget to write this. I marked it as Extremely Important the moment i read about them

Tanned and fit. Described as muscular several times and was also on the rowing team, so at the very least his upper body is strong. Apparently rowers have a pretty square build lol. Mentioned in trb that he has square shoulders actually!!

Good hair (usually styled)

Not very hairy, Ronan makes fun of him for not being able to grow a beard and Blue remarks as much at toga party

Golf club clothes fr🪦 often in brightly-colored polos. khaki slacks. boat shoes🪦🪦 fancy watch.

Adam

“White trash.” Really he is just some Creature

Tall and slim and “wiry” shoulders

He’s beautiful but it’s unconventional enough that he refuses to believe it

Dirt/sand colored hair that he cuts on his own (“close-cropped” in cdth. Nice. Always imagined he keeps it short for practicality). Perhaps he is the Sandman (google just told me the Sandman controls dreams. Idk what fucked up esotericism I just unearthed. Haha ‘earth’ like Adam’s hair. I am sleep deprived dawg what was i on about)

Blue eyes

Tanned

“Barely there” eyebrows

Prominent cheekbones

Hands - yess all these details are ringing a bell: they’re quite knobby, prominent knuckles and “thumbs that jut out boyishly” (still thnx Ronan for being rlly gay and supplying us with these highly important details)

Straight teeth (thnx Ronan?)

Alas the freckles are NOT canon but they might as well be

Secondhand uniform. Washed out/frayed. Always wears a cheap wind-up watch until he gives it to Opal in TRK. In TDT he has a dreamt watch that shows the time of wherever Ronan is

Casual: basic tees (infamous coca cola,, I think he looks so good in red tho) and jeans and cargos (wore a camo pair with the coke shirt). Has been described wearing boots. Probably sneakers too but I don’t remember a specific instance

Work: mechanic overalls for the most part. He’s often streaked and greasy from fixing cars

These three canon descriptors highly influence how I draw him: elegant, gaunt, sepia

He inherited Persephone’s tarot deck, whose cards are illustrated in pencil “vague, scratchy, and dark”

Ronan

Irish ancestry (again, presumably. He wasn’t exactly bred)

Tallest of the bunch. “Built” shoulders

Dark brown hair. Buzzed. Naturally curly

Icy/shark blue eyes

Pale skin

Thick brows

Misses one shave and looks like he crawled out of the backrooms (also affectionate)

Back tattoo (later: left arm)

Scars on forearms

Niall clone. They look the same

I believe Declan has been described with a Roman nose, and the Gray Man notes some of the brothers’ facial similarities, including their noses. In conclusion Ronan’s nose is arched in some sense. But in general his features are narrower/sharper than Declan.

Mostly black clothes. Tanks and jeans and boots and leather jackets (on the jackets: pretty sure he wears one in TDT when he’s on the run with Hennessy and Bryde. Also found a paper from when I first read trc that I wrote a bunch of descriptors on, and it said “has a biker jacket.” Not that I particularly trust my past self much). Leather bracelets that used to be Niall’s.

Incapable of wearing uniform properly. Loose tie, untucked shirt, just imagining him in the suit jacket is an atrocity

Noah

Czerny is a Slavic surname

Short

Pale. Light hair, eyes, and skin

Small eyes

Large ears yay!! I thought so but wasn’t sure enough to write it originally

Pointed, crooked nose (wonder if it was broken when he was killed?)

“Smudge” over his left cheekbone

Timid disposition, often slouching/making himself smaller. His hands often hang at his sides (it’s making me think of the typical socially-anxious “what do i do with my hands”)

Perpetually disheveled Aglionby uniform that is also perpetually on him

My guy wears Topsiders… (this makes sense but it also makes me uneasy. He’s a Vans kid in spirit. Is it even possible for him to change clothes, I have no idea. Weekends wearing Aglionby uniform would raise questions, but then again many other things should’ve raised questions too)

When he’s feeling particularly ghosty he becomes transparent/blurred/difficult to focus on. His eyes look dark and empty. The smudge on his cheek looks like an obvious injury.

Close to the end he starts lookin dead dead without Blue’s amplifying. I think bones n rotting flesh n stuff? “Soul threaded through naked bones.” Though I think what Blue perceives to be a terribly dead Noah is mainly metaphysical

Henry

Many thank to @robobee for all the Henry details (and some others above). I wrote this post at 3am and by the time I got down to Henry I was crashing out. I knew I had too little on him

Korean/Chinese

Tall!

“Glittering black hair.” Spiked but in a very deliberate Aglionby way idk

Can’t believe I for got the WICKED EYEBROWS they are literally my favorite part of his face to draw TT

And prominent cheek bones? What’s with all these boys and their chiseled faces

Wears showy clothing/accessories. “Snazzy jacket” I also could’ve sworn he wore Gucci glasses once but again my memory has a history of being fallible

Has been caught in HD in a Madonna tshirt

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you’ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

[meangirls-imagines]

Coachella Diaries

Description: Reader works for WWE and gets hurt during Wrestlemania, causing her to go on a months long break. She goes to Coachella Weekend 2 to support her girl.

WARNINGS: fluffy as shit, slightly suggestive at the end, reneechella (bc that's a warning itself)

Y/N stepped (as best as she could) off the plane and sighed at the California sun hitting her body. 

Her body was exhausted. Wrestlemania was the 6th and 7th, she performed both nights and unfortunately had torn a couple of ligaments in her foot. She worked through the pain and helped make Wrestlemania record breaking. She had gotten surgery on the 16th, which meant she unfortunately missed the first weekend of her girlfriend playing Coachella.

Reneè was also understandably upset, not at Y/N, but at the fact that her girlfriend had to get surgery and she couldn't be there. Luckily for Reneè, Y/N had her fellow superstars keep the blonde updated. The doctor had cleared Y/N for travel on the 18th and she landed in LAX on the morning of the 19th. 

Towa had been the one to help Y/N plan this out, picking her up from the airport. The musician smiled as Y/N hobbled towards her with her bag. "There's my favorite cripple! How's the foot?" Y/N smiled and hugged the girl. "It's definitely injured. I'll be out for a minute but honestly, I'm not mad, I need a break."

Towa laughed. "Ain't that the truth? If I have to hear Reneè freak out about every bump you take, I might've gone crazy." Y/N blushed. Reneè was always very protective of Y/N, not that her profession helped with that. The blonde loved and hated watching Y/N do her thing. Yes, Y/N looked hot but if Y/N had to take another spear from Roman Reigns or a stomp to the chest from Finn Balor, Reneè was going to commit murder. 

This new era of WWE meant the return of inter-gender wrestling, with Y/N leading the charge. She had become the inaugural WWE World Heavyweight Champion, holding it for 316 days. She had been a part of the two biggest main events of Wrestlemania history, which is where she tore the ligaments in her foot. Never the less, she persisted and opened the next night of Mania, unfortunately she lost her title but the ovation she got when she got backstage was worth it. 

She was thrilled to help Cody finish his story but also was happy that she could get a break. She saw the doctor who gave her the diagnosis and what doctor to see and she was on her way.

She had messaged Towa the night she found out and set the surprise up. 

As the two ventured out of the airport, they caught up with each other, Towa informing Y/N of her love life and what not. The two reached the SUV and began the drive from the airport to the AirBnB they were renting for the festival. During the two hour car ride, Y/N had told Towa about some backstage drama happening as the Brit ate it up.

After 2 and a half hours, they finally made it to the house. Adam had been standing outside, waiting for them as they pulled up. The man helped Y/N out of the car and gave her a hug. "There's my favorite former champ! Congrats on the run. It was a rollercoaster." Y/N smiled and hugged the man back. "Thanks Adam! It was definitely a rollercoaster! A fun one though! So, where is my girl?"

Adam laughed. "She's out in the back with everyone else, they're pregaming before we go. Are you sure you can handle going out?" Y/N nodded. "I slept on the plane ride here. Perks of using the company jet." Adam nodded as Towa met up with them, handing Y/N her bag. The trio headed inside. 

Adam and Towa headed to the back to distract everyone while Y/N slipped into the room Reneè was staying in. She took in a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Reneè. God, she missed it so much. She changed quickly, putting on the custom "Reneèchella made me gay" shirt and some shorts before getting the message from Towa to make her appearance. 

She grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out to the backyard. The group all did a "cheers" before taking the shots provided for them. Y/N decided to speak up. "Do I get a shot too?" 

Everyone turned towards the new voice but no one turned quicker than Reneè. The blonde stood shocked at the sight of her girlfriend, boot and all, standing in front of her. "Holy fuck! Reneè ran to where Y/N was standing and hugged the girl tightly. Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's head. "Hey superstar. I've missed you." Everyone was aww-ing at the scene, some clapping. 

Reneè pulled away from the hug and pressed her lips to Y/N's, kissing her for the first time in weeks. The group cheered as the two kissed, causing Reneè to slip them off. After a minute, the two pulled away and Reneè began to scratch the back of Y/N's neck. "You're really here!" Y/N smiled and kissed her nose. "I am. Now I think it's time to have some fun." Reneè smiled and pulled Y/N over to her friends. 

The group was watching Chappell Roan absolutely kill it when fans began to notice the couple being all cute.

@y/nisthechamp: GUYS! I'M AT COACHELLA WATCHING THE QUEEN CHAPPELL ROAN AND RENEÈ AND Y/N ARE LITERALLY 10 FEET AWAY FROM ME AND THEY ARE SO CUTE!! Y/N IS HUGGING RENEÈ FROM BEHIND AND THEY ARE SINGING AND DANCING!!

@/reneerappslut23: guys. i just saw a video of reneè and y/n all cozy at coachella and my heart 🥺

@y/nfan123: just saw a video of reneè grinding on y/n while they were watching t-pain. don't know who i wanna be more...

@/reneefan253: guys. reneè cannot keep her hands off y/n. she's always rubbing her back or the back of her head or her shoulder. WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?!

The group made their way back to the house, all breaking off to their respective rooms, sleepily exchanging good nights. Reneè and Y/N made their way to Reneè's room. The two flopped on the bed, Reneè snuggling into Y/N's side. "I'm so glad you're here. I can't wait for you to see me perform." Y/N kissed the blonde's forehead. "Me too baby."

The next day was a lot of the same, more musicians sets, more drinking, etc. Sunday came a lot faster than Y/N expected and she found herself sitting in Reneè's trailer with her, the girl getting ready for her set. Reneè was looking on her phone as her hairstylist finished up her look. Y/N decided to take a stealthy picture and post it on her insta with the caption "coachella ready", tagging Reneè. 

Comments started flooding in immediately. One that stood out to Y/N was from her not older sister Liv Morgan.

@/yaonlylivvonce: We are so excited to see her!! Drinks after?

Y/N smiled and responded to the girl. Adam poked his head in and informed Reneè she had five minutes. The blonde thanked him, took a deep breath and pulled Y/N with her to the wings of the stage. To Y/N and Reneè's surprise, Alyah was waiting for them. Reneè squealed, wrapping Alyah in a tight hug. Y/N smiled at the pair and took a picture of them hugging. Alyah pulled away and hugged Y/N too, scolding her about her injury and how she should've been more careful. 

Reneè saved Y/N by pulling her away from Alyah, wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and burying her face in her neck. Y/N rubbed the blonde's back. "You're gonna do amazing out there Reneè. Please remember to drink water though. Don't need you passing out on stage." Reneè chuckled as she heard her intro being played. 

"Well, I guess that's me." Reneè pulled her head out of Y/N's neck, leaning up for a kiss. "I love you." Y/N smiled and pecked Reneè's lips. "I love you more. Now go kill it." And with a playful smack on the butt, Reneè went out on stage.

"Tasted the blood in my mouth, and left you there to bleed out.."

Y/N being there must have flipped a switch in Reneè because the girl was putting on a SHOW. Y/N had to keep herself from drooling watching her girlfriend do what she loved. Y/N's fav part do far had to be the Willow ass shake. For scientific reasons, of course. Y/N saw Towa getting her in-ears put in and grabbing her guitar. "Go kill it out there, Birdie." Towa winked playfully at Y/N and went out on her cue from the blonde. 

The two were soon joined by Coco Jones as they performed "Tummy Hurts". Y/N smiled at hoe happy her girl looked. Watching Reneè perform was Y/N's favorite thing to do. She loved how confident Reneè was on stage and how carefree she looked. 

After a beautiful rendition of "Snow Angel", Reneè gave her thanks to the crowd and jogged off stage. One of the crew guys poured a little bit of water on the back of Renee's neck, to cool her off, as the girl walked straight into Y/N's open arms, almost collapsing in the embrace.

"Fuck Reneè, I'm so fucking proud of you, superstar." Reneè blushed and hid her face in Y/N's neck. "I couldn't have done it without you here." Y/N laughed and kissed the blonde's temple. "You did it last weekend." Reneè pulled away from Y/N's neck and smiled at her. "Yeah, but it wasn't as fun." Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed Reneè, unaware of Towa taking a picture of them. 

Everyone praised Reneè and her performance before they walked back to the area where her trailer was. Alyah spoke up. "So, what's the plan now?" Reneè smirked and looked at Y/N. "Well, Y/N and I are going to go back to the house to...catch up and we'll meet you guys later?" Towa and Alyah shared a knowing look before nodding and going to watch another set. 

Y/N looked at Reneè confused. "Catch up?" The blonde nodded. "Mhhm. I'm planning on reclaiming my favorite seat..." Y/N caught on and blushed, allowing the blonde to pull her to the car waiting for them.

Yeah, Towa and Alyah would be fine on their own for a while...

[ddejavvu]

I’ve never sent one of these before so I apologise if this is silly. But Imagine hotch is scrolling through readers instagram and derek catches him. He’s all embarrassed denying that it meant anything meanwhile derek is literally taunting him about his crush.

i used fem!reader for this just bc you didn't specify so i hope that's okay! this prompt was so good <33

--

The way that Hotch is bent over his knees, Derek thinks that he's crying. Which is a shocking sight for him, but not unheard of. He beelines for his boss but instead of glistening tears he finds the glow of a lit screen, stopping short before Hotch is able to see Morgan out of the corner of his eye.

Morgan thinks he's actually more surprised that Hotch is hunched over his phone than he would have been if he was crying. Crying is just something that happens when you have too much sadness welling up inside of you, and Morgan knows Hotch has a lifetime of sadness pent up and ready to blow. What's strange is that he's on Instagram, his posture is shitty and he's indulging in social media like a normal person; like someone who isn't Aaron Hotchner would.

Derek isn't about to interrupt the only time he's ever seen Hotch relax, but before he can turn away, his boss's thumb clicks on a picture in the grid he'd been scrolling through. Morgan quickly realizes that what he'd thought was the Explore page was actually someone's profile, a woman- a pretty woman, and he watches Hotch peruse the six photos you'd uploaded to the set.

Morgan's never seen you before, but he commits your username to memory, hellbent on finding your profile, then giving your name to Garcia for a full deep dive. He wants to know who you are, how Hotch knows you, if you're single and ready to mingle with his seemingly-unmingle-able boss.

Hotch lingers for just a second longer on the photo of you in a bathing suit than the ones where you're posing beside your friends in matching sundresses; really, Derek might be imaging that. But it's all he needs to finally reveal himself, clapping a firm hand down onto Hotch's shoulder.

"My man," He grins, squeezing Hotch's tense muscles when the man startles for the first time in his life. Nothing ever catches Hotch off guard, but now he's fumbling to lock his phone and struggle out of his seat so that Derek isn't looming over him.

"What do you need, Morgan?" Hotch addresses his subordinate with a tight frown on his face, swallowing so that his Adam's apple bobs.

"I need to know whether to set an extra place next to you for dinner at my place this weekend," Derek pries, "Is she coming?"

"She is not coming to dinner this weekend," Aaron snaps, frown somehow deepening, "She's none of your business."

"That's no fun," Morgan tsks, "Come on, Hotch, you can tell me! Where'd you meet her, what's her name? She's cute, I see why you like her. 'Seems fun, too, she'll fit right in."

"We're not involved with each other," Hotch insists, but Derek can see his face being slowly seized by a pink flush, "I got distracted on my phone, that's all."

"Yeah, distracted by that bikini," Derek snorts, and for a moment he genuinely thinks Hotch might lunge for him.

"That's inappropriate," Aaron glares Morgan's way, fists clenched by his side.

"Alright, alright, stand down," Morgan puts a hand up to placate his boss, "I was just trying to get a rise out of you, Hotch. Y'know, what friends do? We're friends, man, you can tell me if you're interested in someone."

"In this office I'm your boss," Hotch reminds him sternly, though his stiff posture has weakened slightly, worn down by Derek's earnest appeal, "Social matters have no place here."

"Women don't like men with sticks up their asses," Morgan drawls, mentally repeating your username so that he doesn't forget it before he can dig up information on you. He turns to the door of the conference room he'd caught Hotch lingering in, headed back to his desk, "I suggest you sort that out if you ever wanna get with her, Hotch. And if you need help doing that, you know where to find me."

He takes his leave, he knows his place, but Hotch calls for him just before he can let go of the door: "Morgan."

At Derek's curious glance back at him, "Thank you. This stays between us."

Morgan hopes Hotch takes his acknowledgement as agreement, because he's not going to make a promise to his boss that he won't keep. Derek bites back a grin as he beelines for Garcia's office, no it won't.

[majoryeager104]

The Prophecy

Summary: I got a request for first date or first kiss w Touya, and while I went with first date, it really got me thinking about what a first kiss would be like for Touya so here you go

I used the same introduction paragraph for both bc I came up with the both of these in the same draft hehe

For as long as you could remember, the two of you had been thick as thieves. Always spending your school breaks together, always fooling around, finding ways to pass the time having fun despite both of your lives only getting drearier. One day, he disappeared from the lives of everyone he knew. Except you, of course. Because as soon as he learned his family didn’t care, he realized that there was only one single person in the world that he could rely on.

And right now, he was coming to a realization that he was deeply in love with that person.

“You ever been kissed?”

You glanced up at him as the two of you walked along the dark street. He’d always brought you on these little late night walks, he knew you liked the quiet, but he’d never let you go alone. But he couldn’t help himself when he looked at you next to him. What was it about you that had changed to the point that he now felt such strong feelings? Had something changed? Or had this always been there?

“I…no”

your unsure voice broke through his thoughts, his narrow blue eyes widening a bit at the revelation. Suddenly, he felt just as insecure as you were, the both of you shifting stances out of nervousness. He shot you a few glances, trying to regain some semblance of his previous confidence. “…why’s that?” His cool voice broke the silence, but his nervous tone gave him away.

You laughed a bit, the sound bringing some ease to the situation. “I don’t know, I guess I’ve just never found someone worth kissing”

You winced after you said it- maybe it was because you realized the person you thought was worth kissing was right there next to you, maybe it was the way you saw his shoulders slump out of the corner of your eyes.

Before you could say anything else, before you could dismiss or even add to your previous comment, Touya grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him, his face barely visible in the dim streetlight overhead. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, mouth tensed shut, his eyes scanning yours nervously, as if silently questioning your statement. His face was begging, while his eyes asked ‘what about me?’

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at him- how could it not when he looked so…vulnerable.

“Touya, I-”

“no one?”

His voice came out a bit shaky, as if the weight of his emotions was too much for his body to bear. Maybe it was. It didn’t matter anyway, not to him. For Touya, to feel, physical or not, was to be alive. After all these years, even though he couldn’t feel pain, couldn’t feel simple aches and pains, even from the staples holding him together…he could feel love, and that was enough for him, because it was for you.

Meanwhile, you were speechless, lost in those eyes that you’d looked into so many times before. But his nervous, breathy voice broke the silence, as well as your train of thought, his wide blue eyes never leaving yours.

“…can it be me?”

Now your eyes were just as wide as his, the silence only broken by your short breaths as you struggled to remain calm. How could you be calm when the man you loved seemed so adamant that you make your affections known?

“I…”

“please.”

Suddenly, all his attempts to seem cool headed and aloof were unimportant to him. It didn’t matter under the weight of the opportunity to see you reciprocate. He tried to relax, tried to act normal, maybe push you away, but the sound of his heart thudding in his ears prevented him, the feeling of your warm body right between his hands as he gripped your shoulders a bit tighter, the look in your eyes as-

as you kissed him.

The tight grip on your shoulders melted away like his stoic resolve, his arms sheepishly wrapping around you, your waist, your back, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. His eyes remained open, watching yours as they screwed shut, a blush growing on your cheeks as you put your arms around him too, because you’d wanted this just as much as he did.

And as soon as he realized that, he smiled, and shut his eyes to just enjoy the embrace he’d so longed for.

[salteger]

HAPPY 1ST SCHNOZZVERSARY!!

hello, hi, howdy, hey, halo, it is i, Schnozz, aka Schnozzle Bozzle, and guess what? Today, on the 4th of march, is my TUMBLRVERSARY!!

thank you, moots and followers, my online friends, for putting up with my bullshit. My time on tumblr for the past year have been nothing short of a blast. anyways, thank you, again.

MORE UUNDER THE CUT!

Now, let's start with the Schnozz OGs. Adam and Gravity!! (Picked blu n red bc of the fact that we met on my TF2 era)

To @gravitytrips , GRAVYTEE!! MY GUY!! my very first online friend here, my very first ask, and my second follower (first follower goes to cheezbot). THANK YEW for being there on my early days at tumblr. I will never forget your username,,, bc of you, medic askblogs have a special place in my heard (since we first interacted on one of em lmao)

To @callme-adam-iguess , hello!! goobert!! thank you for being my second friend on this hellsite, n thank you for being the poisoner to my thief (those who know). you will always be the goobert of all time,,, seriously though, i'll always remember you as the guy that look suspiciously like sans undertale

AHEM, anywayss. My tf2 phases, huh? That was almost a YEAR AGO. And i definitely didnt forget THIEF, my belovee tf2 oc!! He doesnt talk much these days, but safe to say hes still running around collecting pens of all shapes and sizes

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞🎁) ﾟдﾟ ）

AND THEN!!comes my ramshackle era! my glorious ramshackle era..

without my Pebble and Jasper askblog, i wouldn't have as many mutuals as i have now. So thank you, to myself, for making the silly lil blogs.

NOW, time for the MOOTS I GAINED BC OF IT!!

To @anomal-studios , hello big brother anomaly!! thank you for being the VERY first ramshackle oc to interact with jasper- without that little thing happening, we wouldn't have such a huge community with so many members in it! Even though most of them don't know ME, they certainly know YOU.

To @baileythebean , hey there lil nephew (even tho ur older than me)!! thank you for being such a cool mutual. One thing why i liked you is because you like sharks. And guns. I think. Maybe thats bailey the ramshackle oc. ANYWAYS Dont forget to take care of yourself-!! love you /p

To @averagetmntfan , JJ!! MY BUDDY!! MY BROTHER/SISTER/SIBLING!!! HELLOHOWDYHEYHI!!!!! Thank you for.. for puttinf up with my.. stupid ass behvaiour. bros the eraser to my pencil frfr,,, 💔 we had so many fun times together what the flipp. and if i recall correctly, we first interavted on your ditch askblog!! which is why he is my favorite. he will always be my fav.

To @princessahtnamas , hey. Sammy. Sammy wammy bammy samanthadearbuddy. hello. we arent really THAT close when we first met, but because you decided to dip your toes into the uty fandom, we suddenly became a duo. WHOOSH. thank you starlo 💔💔 thank you starlo for being samantha's dad (i made jokes about it in whatsapp) (samantha your dad hot) shoutout to wolverine and hunter, , thanks for being the big sister ive never had! better than the others fr (incredibly biased) (moots dont take this srsly yall r equal to me)

To @rebootgrimm , HELLO!!! HOWDYYY remember that time you tagged me when you made zaria? yeah. i remember that. i remember everything. youre one of my personal faves, so pls never die. UHDIUFHSUFHSUIHFIUSHFIUHGIUSHGI yayyyyyyy im gonna make zaria fanart for you

And all the others moots i forgot to include in the ramshackle era- thanks!! Thanks for everything. All the gifts, the little things. I love you all.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)=ε✄

And NOW!! ,,, i. I,,, idk. Erm. Lets list the moots outside of the era, shall we?

To @sleepdeprivedsprout , HELLO FRIENDO!! HELLO SPROUTY!! HOWD!! thanks for being so kind and nice to me omgg. like seriously. remember that one time you obsessed over schnozz and bozz? yeah, i felt like a celebrity. i still think about our fnf mod concept a lot. i really like it, , and i would definitely make it come to life if i had the skills to do so

To @dreadfullydevoted , runs around screams into your ear HELLO DEWDEXTER!!! hellohowdyhi old men lover and petey lover. remember how we met? yeah. weliterslly js followed each other back bc of like, stanford maybe, and then ZOOOOM were suddenly close moots. Thats crazy. Anyways, always wishing you the best dude ❗❗one of the few people i ACTUALLY look up yo honestly!! jsjdkdf

OKAY. I WILL ADD MORE LATER. for now, bey byebeyebe

[sunlightmurdock]

Touching dbf Jake under the dinner table eeeeeeek 😳

this is kind of piggybacking off of the blind date one bc I’m imagining that it’s some kind of family party, maybe a 4th July one, but your dad has decided to play matchmaker once again. There’s a woman at the party that your dad is just adamant that he’s going to set Jake up with.

But you’re wandering around in a bikini top and shorts, keeping a very close eye on the guy next door. And he’s doing absolutely everything in his power to keep his eyes off of you.

So, while people are enjoying the bbq food, you slide into the seat beside Jake while he’s conversing with the woman your dad seems to think is his soulmate. She’s beyond polite to you, but you’ve seen the way she’s been looking at Jake, and you’re not happy about it either way.

“Oh, yeah — Jake’s great with his hands,” You tell her with a polite smile, leaning in closely, resting your hand on Jake’s thigh. He stares at you, silently. “He actually just put up those new cabinets in our kitchen last week.”

“Wow, you did all of that? — Really?” She grins, intrigued. Jake smiled politely back at her as your index and middle finger walk along the inside of his thigh, quickly reaching the hem of his board shorts.

“Yeah, I, uh… it was no big deal. They just asked me to help and I, uh—“ He stops abruptly as your fingers stray up the leg of the shorts, trying to grab your wrist under the table without making it too obvious. “I helped.”

Your mouth twitches, watching charming ladies man Jake become a stuttering mess under your touch.

“So what do you do for fun?” You ask for him, smiling across at her as Jake drags your hand out of his shorts and sets it back in your lap. The second that he lets go again, you’re grabbing him over his shorts this time, palming softly at his length.

“Oh, all kinds of things. Cooking, love to cook. Reading, um—“

“Oh, cool, what do you read?”

“You know what?” Jake interrupts abruptly, redness spreading across his neck and shoulders. He turns his head and stares you down. “I think I just heard your mom call you.”

“Really? I didn’t, did you—“ you try to turn to aim the question back at the woman again, biting your cheek to keep from smiling as Jake grabs at your bicep.

“Yeah. I did. Let’s go find her.” He tells you seriously, pulling you up from the chair without excusing himself, turning you in the direction of the garage.

Then, Jake putting you on your knees for him in the basic privacy of the garage, teaching you a quick lesson about manners.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[lotties-ashwagandha]

DINERO PARA COMER

pairing: lottie matthews x reader

word count: 935

notes: AU where lottie speaks spanish instead of french bc who the fuck speaks french. also i speak spanish but i am NOT a native speaker so i did the best i can,, pls correct me if i made any mistakes bc im sure i absolutely did

summary: lottie teaches you spanish, and you fail terribly at trying to converse with her in it

Spanish was fucking hard. 

You’d been trying to learn from Lottie for weeks — after you’d expressed interest in it she had been giving you daily lessons in Spanish, as adamant as Duolingo personified that you learn everything she could teach you. She was surprisingly good at teaching, but still you struggled, caught up especially on irregular verbs and prone to confusing your nouns. 

Lottie had taught you enough so far, however, with her daily lessons in nouns and verbs and extremely complicated conjugations, that she had begun to try having conversations with you in Spanish every so often. They were short and you usually did terribly, but it was fun, and every time you heard her speak Spanish you almost fainted. 

This time, you wanted to surprise her. She always initiated the conversations in Spanish, and you always fucked up, but this time you were determined to both start a conversation in Spanish and participate it in it perfectly. 

You found Lottie in the kitchen. She’d begun to make dinner, was chopping vegetables to make a vegan pasta she’d spent the whole day excitedly telling you about — she’d found it from some hippie food magazine, you weren’t quite sure, and you didn’t understand. She never cooked, you always did, and you tried your best to prepare yourself for the disaster that surely was to come with Lottie in the kitchen. 

You crept up beside her, looping an arm around her waist and pressing a quick kiss to her jaw, and she relaxed into your embrace. She was heavenly, and you took pride in being able to be a calming force for her. 

“Dinero?” You asked, looking at the dinner recipe she had in front of her. 

Lottie grinned, looking from you to the recipe, pausing and meeting your gaze. “Quieres dinero?” 

“Si, tengo hambre.” 

“Entonces, comerás dinero?” 

“Si…” you trailed off, confused at her reaction. She’d started laughing at you, and you watched with a dead serious expression, a bit hurt. You’d only asked if the paper in front of her was the dinner recipe, and then you’d told her you were wanting dinner since you were hungry, and she was giggling at you. “Que hice?” you asked, sighing. 

She took pity on you, trying her best to suppress her laughter and pulling you into her arms, kissing you. You allowed yourself to melt into her, letting your embarrassment fade away as much as you could. 

“What were you laughing about?” you asked, and she shrugged, smiling mischievously. 

“Just your strange appetite,” she teased. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, it’s just that it’s not every day I hear someone tell me they want to eat money.”

You paused, embarrassment crashing over you like a wave as you realized — dinero. Not dinner, money. Cena was dinner. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, resisting a smile, for while you were incredibly embarrassed it was also one of the funniest mistakes you’d ever made in learning Spanish, and you’d made many over the past few weeks. “You know, though, I wouldn’t be surprised if your weird hippie magazine recipe had us eating money to stop capitalism.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Tal vez yo ya voy a darte dinero para la cena.” 

“I don’t know what you said, but it didn’t sound very nice.” 

“It means I love you very much and I’m absolutely not going to give you money for dinner.” 

“I don’t believe you,” you said, “but I do like the translation you gave me.” 

She chuckled, shaking her head, and after a moment her eyes lit up and she gave you the same look of inspiration she always gave you when she’d come up with a new way to make you practice your horrible Spanish skills. 

“Come here,” she said, and moved you to the cutting board. She picked up the knife and put it in your hands, standing behind you. “Cuchillo,” she said, gesturing to the knife. 

“Cuchillo,” you repeated, and she nodded, letting her hands fall to your waist and resting her head on your shoulder. 

“Tomates,” she said, gesturing to the tomatoes on the cutting board. “Corta los tomates.” 

You began to cut the tomatoes on the cutting board. You would’ve done anything she said, could have listened to her give you such simple instructions for hours, she was so perfect when she spoke, and in Spanish especially. You were a bit ashamed for getting so flustered by her, addicted to her, but she was so perfect in every way and you couldn’t help yourself. 

“Pon los tomates en el sartén.” 

You put the cut tomatoes in the pan on the stove with the rest of the ingredients Lottie had already cut. You felt a rush of pride when she hummed in approval, and you turned to face her, still wrapped in her embrace. 

“Mi preciosa,” she said softly, and one of her hands came up to trail along your jaw. She kissed you gently, and you relaxed into her arms, letting her initiate and control every moment as your mind left you during every second you spent with her lips connected with yours. 

When you pulled away, Lottie smirked, reaching into her pocket. She presented you with a penny, and you glanced at her with confusion, taking it apprehensively. 

“What is this?” You asked, and she looked incredibly proud of herself when she answered. 

“You said you wanted money,” she said. “Just, please, promise me you won't eat it.” 

Sighing, you gave her back the coin. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?” 

“Never,” she said, and turned back to the pasta. 

****

TRANSLATIONS:

dinero: money

quieres dinero?: do you want money?

si, tengo hambre: yes, i'm hungry

entonces, comeras dinero?: so you're going to eat money?

si: yes

que hice?: what did I do?

tal vez yo ya voy a darte dinero para la cena: maybe I will give you money for dinner

im too lazy to do the rest of them oops figure it out

[inkbagel]

I saw some other ppl writing their ideas for a better Minecraft movie and I had a fun idea so I figured I’d write it down

Starting off, Steve and Alex aren’t the main characters of this movie. They can show up as special guest appearances but for the most part they’re not in the movie. The movie is instead about two random kids since it’s a kids game and most people started playing when they were kids. One of these kids is several years older than the other and is more skilled at the game.

This could be taken a step further by making Steve and Alex played by these kids with their voices, bc those are the default skins. Steve is not white. Basically I’m saying in the movie the kids log onto Minecraft and look like Steve and Alex instead of themselves. This is all animated except for small short scenes of the kids in real life.

It starts off with a scene of the two kids at school. They’re both disliked by the other students and the older kid scolds the younger kid a lot for being weird. They eventually try to start playing Minecraft together.

the older kid has played the game way more, and is trying to show the younger kid how to play. The older kid is very serious about the game and is constantly upset at the younger kid for how they’re playing. They’re trying to build the best Minecraft base ever as the premise. They’re on a public server, and sometimes meet other people.

The younger kid is just enjoying the game. Picking flowers, finding pets, just having fun. They almost get killed many times but the older kid saves them.

They also spend their first night in a hole in the ground.

As it carries on the older kid gets increasingly frustrated at the younger kid for constantly getting them in danger and the younger kid just gets more sad bc they’re constantly getting pestered about existing. They go mining, go to villages, the nether, all sorts of places. The older kid every once in a while complains about some addition to the game being “useless”. Probably some kid of block.

They meet a player who tries to kill them and also raids their base. The older kid fights them off.

the older kid kills some mob the younger kid liked “for food” and they get in a fight. Idrc when this happens in the movie the important part is the older kid tells the younger kid to get over it and they need to survive somehow.

Since MCYTs are such an integral part of Minecraft, at LEAST one has to show up and more have to be mentioned. I’ve decided goodtimeswithscar is going to be in the movie. Just bc I like his content and he’s a sweet guy. They also mention etho bc they have to build a hopper clock for some reason.

The kids run into a gorgeous town all built by scar and meet him. Scar tells the older kid it’s okay to have a little whimsy and be a little bad at the game, he’s been building since he was “but a little boy” and even he still messes up frequently. The older kid doesn’t pay much attention to this advice yet.

Bringing this up again but they live in a hole. For most of the movie. The hole gets a little bigger over time so they can fit more stuff in it, but they won’t move out of the hole until their base is finished.

This whole time they’ve been gathering resources for their perfect base, except it’s pretty much mostly been the older kid.

Finally they start to build the base but the younger kid gets distracted by a new mob. Probably a bee. They have this magical moment of staring into its beautiful eyes before the older kid shows up to pull the younger kid away. The younger kid asks why the older kid is so adamant on finishing their base instead of taking their time. The older kid gets caught off guard. They say smth along the lines of “we can’t have fun until we finish the base.” And the younger kid responds with “we’ve been having fun. At least I have. I just wanted to play Minecraft with you but you keep making me play your way and I’m not having fun anymore. Why can’t we try my way for a bit?”

And then the younger kid hands the older kid a flower, and the bee looks at the older kid. The older kid sits there looking at the bee for a minute before the younger kid says “we don’t have to play the same way to have fun. I just wanted to play with you.”

The older kid looks really guilty, and the younger kid walks away and gets lost.

The player who tried to kill them earlier comes back! They spawn a wither. The younger kid sees this and starts screaming for help.

The older kid is working on the base, more sadly now, when they hear voices. They look in the distance to see the wither.

They drop everything and run to save the younger kid. They make up and kill the wither together. The older kid teaches the younger kid how to fight, and they protect their home (except most of it got destroyed, along with their pets.) I haven’t decided what happens to the troll player. They either die too or get banned from the server for griefing.

The older kid looks at the ruins of their base, before turning to the younger kid who’s crying over the dead bee. The older kid asks if they want to help them find a new bee. They do.

After finding a new bee, the younger kid asks what to do about not having a base. (Their hole got blown up too.) the older kid says they can just build a new one. they start to rebuild their base together. The younger kid plants flowers and gets new pets, the older kid works on the shape of the house. They use the blocks that the older kid had deemed useless at the start of the movie.

They finish the base. It’s not the best base ever, but you can see both kids personalities shining through the build. The movie ends with them walking into the base and one asks “see you at school tomorrow?”

I get it’s called “a Minecraft movie” bc there’s many good indie stories told in Minecraft, but at the same time, Warner bros. could be doing so much better. I don’t have an ending for this post since I just wanted to write this down somewhere. But yea that’s MY Minecraft movie.

[wordy-little-witch]

Not me looking at your Polycrossguild convenience marriage au thinking about the wedding vows and how fun it would be if trough the entire “convenience to lovers” pipeline, that’s the thing they just can’t seem to get right while they all sit together and practice them like one would do trying to remember lines for a nativity play. None of them are into it, it all looks incredibly forced no matter what they do. No matter what they change or how much they practice it’s just…. Awful. Stiff. So obviously a marriage of convenience thing it hurts.

But after a whole lot of confusing feelings and low key romcom shenanigans the wedding happens and they are all so done they go off script… and it works… kinda. Because if you read their vows on paper they would read like the most horrid vows you ever seen. Mihawk only speaks a few words, Buggy’s stutters out his and it seems like a weird tangent and Crocodile…. Basically straight up passive aggressively insults his husband’s through the entire thing…. But it’s by far the most genuine “performance” of their vows these three have given.

Hawkeye doesn’t say much, he rarely does, but when he squeezes his soon to be husbands hands it’s clear to say anything more would be unnecessary . Buggy is flustered and in love and is trying his damndest to get over himself trying to express that, using a metaphor only the three of them would get because Mihawk used it as a snippy commentary about this shit show when they first started practicing together. And nobody has ever seen Sir Crocodile smile so fondly at anything that wasn’t a Bananawani, even as he expresses annoyance at the men in front of him.

Iiiii dunno if I’m even making sense here, just got struck with the mental image of Crocodile smiling at Buggy and calling him “My beloved little pest of a clown.” And Buggy looking up at him, smiling just as happily while trying to blink away the tears from his eyes.

OKAY LITERALLY THIS

Like. They're Idiots, Your Honor. They absolutely try EVRYTHING to make it seem "authentic", and so Mihawk's papers are written in calligraphy, with verbose prose that boios down to some Gonez Adams Level of simpage but lowkey because he has a reputation.

Crocodile's is written like a damn business agreement, with clauses and edited areas to update and revamp it. He cannot for the life of him find that middle ground of Decently Organized and Genuine.

Buggy's filled no less than three full journals in WIPs of it, and almost all are scribbled on, torn out and crumpled up, or nearly burned bc he raged and threw it into a bon fire.

Finally, day of, they're scrambling and losing their MINDS and suddenly Nobody Can Find The Vows. Everyone is panicking. Something may be on fire.

Ritchie is found with glitter gel pen on his muzzle.

They're gonna have to wind it.

They're all McLosing It.

At least, they were.

Then they catch sight of one another, and suddenly.... the world has stopped.

None of them are exactly traditional, but they make it work. Mihawk is in ruffles and frills, accenting the sleek lines of his body in black and ruby, with slim cut pants and high boots which only serve to make his figure that much more imposingly ethereal. Crocodile opts for suits on a normal day, but this one is different in the cut and style, muted but bold, glimmering but softer, a much more subtle display of wealth and poise which makes him ooze charisma like snake oil. And Buggy has forgone a suit all together, opting instead for a gown, a mermaid cut dress which hugged his curves perfectly, fabric shimmering between violet and red depending on the light with a silvery blazer openly draped and held across his shoulders via a rainbow of beads which matched the colorful hair pins holding his curls from his face and neck.

All three are breathless when they see one another, and suddenly the words are there - odd to an outsider, certainly, but true to the heart in a way visible to all.

Mihawk's short vow is met with a bark of laughter from Crocodile, a silvery giggle from Buggy.

Buggy's rambling stuttered mess becomes teary and he's suddenly bitching about his eyeliner running. Mihawk and Crocodile both crack smiles, even as Mihawk wordlessly passes over a handkerchief and Crocodile makes a comment on looking into waterproof liner later on together - mascara too, he mentions casually, because the brand Buggy likes released a new line a exile back, they'll look into it.

Crocodile's is bemoaning his taste in men, but it's oozing warmth, and when he catches himself getting a little too mushy in public, he actually blushes and scoffs. Mihawk and Buggy look delightfully on with impish smiles.

It's weird and off and anything but typical, but it feels so incredibly real to those involved.

Maybe a little too real to some...

Of course the shenanigans that ensue during their "honeymoon" are another thing entirely.... 👀

[deeper-x-deeper]

Your tag about aristocrat forcemasc on that post is making me go wild because. Because. A very important special interest of mine is a musical about this guy who becomes a 1790s superhero equivalent to save members of the French aristocracy (ew) from the revolution & disguises his work by crafting a foppish, airheaded persona for his daily life. I could spend hours tearing apart the monarchy sentiment but that's not what I'm here for. I'm here because the wires of Autism and Perversion have crossed delightfully

There's an entire number (The Creation of Man) this man sings to his bro squad to convince them to join his cause, about how joyful & fun & so much better it is to dress up like a Proper Man because actually, that's why men were made. To wear lace and garters and perfume. To show off a look. Because even Adam looked better with a fig leaf ornamenting him. It's played comedically but all of the guys (I mean both actors & characters here) do genuinely get into it. Best part is that in real life men wearing this style of dress were regarded by the general populace to be rather unintelligent and ridiculous - truly the himbos of their time.

Now I'm thinking about tails and hats and heels. Cravats and coats and gloves. Victorian notions of propriety. Principles of Politeness and other booklets on manners written for Georgian and Regency gentlemen on how to treat their fellow men and women and those of high status. Convincing your friends that no, don't worry, this is great advice, you look great, goodness, doesn't that feel much better?

Anyways I don't want to ramble on for much longer but I wanted to share that I am now bouncing off the walls thanks to your passing remark! Love your blog, long time follower, hope you have a good night :)

this is absolutely incredible, and speaks to nearly the exact idea I had! there's a sort of visual "makeover" sequence that also requires retraining your mannerisms, and I did specifically think of aristocracy because of the himbos within it. feel free to keep rambling in the reblogs here bc I'm invested in this idea now and I wanna make a short hypno comic