#and the vibes are usually atrocious

[spicyraeman]

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[alien-from-planet-zog]

Soul Eater is so so so bad…

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Really sleepy and so like sleeping with you headcannons lets go

I'm not sure half of these are even on the same vibe so uhm like do with that what you will, this is so long and it's atrocious but oh well. Also sorry if its ooc😻

I think maybe one line of suggestive in Franky's and Namis.

I feel like i forgot someone tbh..

Luffy

Sleeps anywhere and everywhere but sleeps better and longer next to you. Thus he is obsessed with sleeping with you and whenever he wants to sleep now you have no choice you must take sleep too. He snores and drools but that's kind of a win because then he doesn't care if you do yk? Loves taking naps with you and it's a way he likes to connect with you. Always kisses you before you sleep and after you wake up. He's so comfortable to lie next to because he's so squishy and he holds you in like every way possible because he doesn't have to worry about circulation being cut off or anything.

Zoro

Again he will sleep literally anywhere. He sleeps like a log but somehow you are the only person able to wake him up, Robin theorises it's his observation haki keeping an eye on you but whatever it is you are Zoros designated alarm clock. However, there is about a 30% chance that when you wake him up, he will just snatch you to cuddle and go back to sleep. You cannot escape his hold and if you keep trying to wake him up he'll just bite you(gently) idk he's feral. Depends on his schedule if he's comfortable or not, usually when he's bulking up he's squishier and it's nice to cushion your head on.

Sanji

Never naps and it's so alarming. How does he survive on like 6 hours everyday we will never know. Anyways he's very clingy when he's sleepy but in like a 'I don't want to bother you so I'll just sit over here looking really forlorn', just take the man to bed. Is somehow so comfy to sleep with it's actually annoying because after a certain point you just can't sleep alone anymore. Always tucks you in if you don't get up at the same time as him and he'll leave little snacks and drinks on your bedside table for when you do wake up. Sanji has a more lean muscly build so it's more comfortable to have him lie on top of you and he is not complaining in the slightest.

Nami

Loves cuddling in the winter, hates it in the summer. She's really sensitive to the temperature yk it's that innate sense of the weather, so when it's hot she is hot. But she really likes being able to touch you, so after a certain point she just forces franky to install(invent) air conditioning and it makes the summer so much more bearable. After this there's no escape, you will be cuddling every night (unless boundaries yk). She always tries to convince you stay in bed in the morning...and it always works. She's very persuasive okay. Lets you use her as a pillow, like her chest or thighs or tummy, she just wants to be next to you.

Usopp

Really shy about sleeping with you the first time. Only the first time. After that well lets just say you created a monster. He's really good at telling when you need a nap, especially when you won't admit it. He just subtly ushers you to a comfy spot and then oh what a surprise your eyes are getting really heavy and hm Usopp wouldn't mind if you leant on him for a bit and then snoreville. He thinks you're so pretty when you're sleeping because you look so peaceful and relaxed, so even if he's not tired he will always agree to a nap. He will carry you to bed. And he's so casual about it too, I guess because you're not like watching him directly so he's just like really chill.

Robin

Actually has a nap schedule with her sleep schedule, she usually takes a very short one after lunch because her power can be quite draining and so once you find this out it's just a big cuddle session which she loves. She tends to keep you to a sleep schedule too but she won't force you if you are really insistent on staying up, but she will say I told you so when you're grumpy and feel sick the next day. So lovely to sleep with, she barely moves, never hogs the blanket, doesn't snore and somehow always stays very cool even in the summer. She also always makes sure you get into bed safely if you're drunk or ill, even if she is too, she really cares about you.

Franky

I won't lie...he builds himself an entire like cushion add-on thing so you can comfortably sleep next to him. He looks like a giant marshmallow man it's so funny. But also it's so cute because he takes your comfort so seriously and he runs multiple tests to make sure it's the absolute comfiest he can be for you. Loves naps but absolutely adores actual bedtime because of the whole like rituals and because he knows he doesn't have to get up in like an hour. Sometimes he will seriously overwork into the night, but on those occasions it's fairly easy to coax him to bed(😚). Also he wears one of those stupid scrooge hats tbh. And yes he says super in his sleep.

Brook

Really insecure about sleeping together because he thinks he'll be uncomfortable to lie next to or cuddle :(. On the other hand, you're also really worried because you don't want to accidentally hurt him while he's asleep, so for the first few months you sleep in beds that are close enough to hold hands instead. Eventually when you both become comfortable with the idea, you end up sleeping together almost every night and you occasionally nap together too. He wears really soft padded pajamas to make sure you're comfy. It's surprisingly more comfy to sleep next to him than you thought it would be.

I won't lie sometimes you do shit yourself waking up and seeing a skeleton.

Jinbei

So responsible, absolutely will stop you from napping if it's too close to bedtime. He knows sleep is important but he also knows a routine is important...and he can't bear watching you sleep alone so if you mess up your schedule then you're messing up his. This also works for if you try to stay up late too, he'll straight up snatch you off the ground and just carry you to bed no matter how much you complain. Really good cuddler, like really good. He always knows how much pressure to use while holding you and when you want more or less contact, knows when you need extra blankets, when you want to sleep in a hammock instead of a bed. He's got a sixth sense for your sleeping habits (read: he's desperately in love with you).

Law

Really grumpy about it. And really shy. Also he's a hypocrite, he'll stay up working till early hours of the morning but if you dare even try he's stood there staring at you like the mf eyes of notre dame. He always wants to cuddle but absolutely despises asking so again he just stares, you can always tell though because his ears go really red. Once you're in the bed though he's suddenly mr suave i will arrange everything, he will literally pick you up to manoeuvre you both into a better sleeping position and doesn't even bat an eye. He will nap but you have to trick him into it, he secretly loves it and lets you do it even when he knows what's happening.

Kidd

Needs like 15 million blankets to sleep. Uses one of said 15 million blankets to wrap you up like a burrito if you refuse to come sleep/nap with him. But actually it kinda does hurt his feelings so you can make up for it by playing with his hair until he falls asleep. Loves napping, he's like an overgrown cat and he'll sleep literally anywhere. But if it's anywhere other than his or yours (or killers) room he somehow? manages? to scowl? in his sleep? Yeah I don't know but it just stops his crew from messing with him because he looks so angry. Like Zoro he will literally just snatch you if you're in his vicinity, like you walk past for two seconds and then suddenly your vision flips and you're just stuck in this iron grip. He won't let you go and the crew just walk past you too.

Killer

You literally don't sleep together until you've been dating for like a fucking year. He really values his privacy and you really respect it which culminates in neither of you asking for such a long time that you both forget its a common couple thing. Until someone asks why you don't sleep together and then you guys are like huh idk and then that's the day you finally do. He's a good cuddler but he's a blanket hogger and you have to braid his hair before bed or it will end up in your mouth. On the plus side, he will make and leave breakfast or coffee (or anything you want) on your bedside table if he wakes up first. Also he always picks the best bedsheets and eventually buys two quilts so you can at least have some blanket when he snatches it all.

Ace

Naturally runs like a furnance and is hell to sleep next to in the summer. But he gets really grumpy if you dont sleep next to him so the crew make you suck it up I'm sorry. Literally you're like clawing at the walls as they throw you in and lock the door. Anyways he's a really good cuddler and so comfy to sleep with, and he always takes naps with his head in your lap. He loves to have you sleep on him too because he loves to look at your face and stroke you hair, idk he likes being slow with you even though he's really energetic. Being naturally sleepy and like a little radiator also tends to make the people around him sleepy so you two are banned from working next to each other because you both just end up napping.

Marco

He doesn't sleep a lot because well he doesn't really need to. But he adores sleeping with you. It's one of his like favourite 'bonding' activities, especially if you haven't been able to be alone for a while, he just loves being that close and the intimacy of sleeping in each others beds. On another note he's obsessed with making your bed really comfy because as a doctor he knows sleep hygiene is important and as a bird...well yk...nest. He's not shy about it but don't tease him because it will hurt his feelings and he won't tell you to save your feelings, beautiful sweet man that he is. LOVES a good nap/cuddle especially in the winter, if you both have spare time he just bundles you both in a big fluffy blanket and just exists with you for a bit.

Izou

He is surprisingly a really undignified sleeper, which is why you don't sleep in the same room for months when you first get together😭. When you finally do, you wake up with his arm in your face, his hair is everywhere, there's a pillow across the room, the blanket is somehow under the bed, you're just like wtf how. And Izou is just (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿◡⁠`⁠). But he gets better over time because his brain becomes more aware of your presence as you become more important to him and then bedtime settles into comfy chaos. Pillows still end up everywhere but he is now your cushion so you don't really care. He doesn't really nap anywhere that's not his room but if you do then he carries you to bed :).

[asahicore]

falling asleep with treasure !!

pairing. bf!treasure x reader genre. established relationship, fluff <//3 and crack (??) word count. 1.7k author's note. this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long omg.. thank u to that one anon for remembering it existed and sending me an ask about it lmao! i had gotten this idea randomly thinking about clingy junkyu and then boom... this mess of a reaction slash headcanon slash idk thing came to life. hope u enjoy! it was also an excuse to use those photos of doyoung cz hes so cutie pie in them

fall asleep cuddling, drift apart while sleeping, wake up, notice you’re not cuddling, start cuddling again, and repeat - hyunsuk

hyunsuk gives off healthy mature long-term relationship vibes to me okay. i feel like a lot of couples that have been together for a while end up not cuddling while sleeping but rather get into their own comfortable sleeping positions, and then throughout the night, even though you’re so sleepy you’re barely conscious, when you realize that you’re not cuddling, you scooch back into each other’s arms. he always hits snooze on the alarm at least once in the morning just to get ten extra minutes of being with you before having to get up.

you both wake up stinky and sweaty every single time - jihoon

and it's because the two of you fall asleep in your cuddling position (usually you as the little spoon or resting your head on his chest, but you force him to let you spoon him sometimes), and then you don't. move. not an inch. if it gets too hot, one of you throws the blankets away, or gets rid of their pajama pants, or regains enough consciousness during the night to turn the fan on, but under no circumstances will you break away from your cuddling position - unless it is to get into another cuddling position, of course. it's quite nice, but it means that morning showers are obligatory, because you both smell atrocious after a night of being stuck to each other like glue on paper.

you’re not his partner, you’re his personal pillow - yoshi

you know those anime body pillows? yup. that's what you become when yoshi wants to cuddle. he gives me major cuddler vibes, so you’ll have tried every position in the book, but his favorite is definitely the one where he gets to use to your chest as a pillow and you graze your fingernails against his scalp. he’s got a leg hiked up over your hips and has his arms circling your waist and holding you tight. you can’t move. nothing will have him falling asleep as fast as that. your voice is like a lullaby to him, so he especially likes it if you talk to him in a low voice while he drifts off to sleep. he’s so happy he could fall asleep with a smile on his face. he’s so cute i’m going to off myself

you can’t escape the death hold he has on you - junkyu

a big portion of your time hanging out with junkyu is spent napping. something that surprises you every time is how even though he isn’t the touchiest of boyfriends, if you fall asleep cuddling, you literally cannot move unless you wake him up and make him let you go. forget going to the toilet when you wake up in the morning or getting a snack during your afternoon nap: if junkyu has you in his grip, you cannot escape. he doesn’t even seem to notice: he just wakes up with an innocent smile on his face, saying “oh, you’re awake, y/n?” even though you’ve been trying to discreetly untangle yourself from him for the past thirty minutes. 

*cutely drools on you* - jaehyuk

now i could NOT tell you why but jaehyuk gives me like… snorer and drooler vibes 😭 but like in a cute way okay… once he falls asleep he’s just out like a light, he can’t help it. he’s like those cartoon characters that sleep with their mouths wide open and there’s a bit of saliva at the corner of their lips. and they’re very light snores that are fun to record and embarrass him with. if you didn’t love him so much, it might give you the ick. but anyways, in terms of cuddling i see him as a mix of everyone above in a way; he loves both holding you close to him and being in your arms, he loves both rubbing your back or you playing with his hair, he loves falling asleep while cuddling but he’s also happy if you need more space and just have, like, your feet or hands touching. as long as you’re next to him he knows he’ll sleep well <3

wakes up every time you so much as move a finger - asahi

any asahi lore expert such as myself will know that asahi is a very light sleeper. i think for him cuddling is more of an activity than a way of falling asleep if that makes sense? like he’ll do it when you’re watching something, or when you’re talking and want to be physically close at the same time, but he just can’t fall asleep while cuddling. he also sweats easily, so the added warmth would just make it not fun for him 😭he’d do it for you if you really wanted it, but he’d rather just hold hands while sleeping or something like that. you’d also feel sorry for him with how often he woke up during the night, even if it was just for a few seconds, everytime you moved around too noisily or snored. he also always wakes up before you, and you’d need to have a conversation with him about how you’d rather wake up with him next to you rather than wake up without him, only to find him in the kitchen making breakfast for you :( he just wants to do something nice for him, but you’d rather be able to kiss him first thing in the morning!!!! sorry my bias is showing a bit

watches you while you sleep for so long it becomes creepy - doyoung

oh this boy 😭 if he falls asleep after you or wakes up before you, you just know he's going to be propping himself up on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes and a fond smile because you're just the prettiest person in the world to him, and there's nothing else he'd rather be looking at. and he isn’t rattled in the slightest if you catch him doing it, too. he'll just smile wider and say "hey, baby" or "sleep well?", that fucker. it's lowkey creepy, but it's doyoung, so it's okay. it’s a bit jarring at first, locking eyes with someone right when you wake up, but you get used to it. i see him as similar to jaehyuk in the sense that he’s happy to fall asleep, cuddling or not cuddling, in whatever way you prefer. he’d probably like to fall asleep facing you so that he could see your face right as he woke up (in a lovely, enamored way, not in a creepy way!) 👍

keeps you from falling asleep but grumpy when you try to wake him up - jeongwoo

jeongwoo seriously gives me tired all day until it's time to go to bed vibes, like he'll usually be chill with bursts of energy here and there but in the evening he's like a cat with the zoomies. it's like 11pm and you're just trying to fall asleep because you have class or work the next day but your boyfriend is bouncing all over the room and talking a hundred words a minute, keeping you awake way past your bedtime. it's kinda cute sometimes, but most of the time, you want to suffocate him with your pillow. usually, though, he'll calm down if he sees you're really tired, or if you force him to stay in your arms and start threading your hands through his hair or rub patterns against his back - that really calms him down. he becomes super quiet instantly and can even fall asleep like that. but dear lord, when that alarm rings the next morning, you do not want to talk to him for the following fifteen minutes. he is so grumpy and sleepy in the morning, i just know. it's impossible to get him out of bed and you've just learnt to get up yourself and wait for him to wake up - although it's better to check that he hasn't fallen back asleep (which he usually has). he just keeps groaning for five more minutes and buries his head in his pillow to block the light out, but if you press a kiss to his cheek or forehead, that usually gets him to open his eyes and start smiling, then ask for a proper good morning kiss on the lips. this kid is annoying as hell, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

forgets his size and rests his whole body on you - haruto

haruto is like those big dogs that have no idea they're so big and wonder why they can't just lay on top of you. “it's because you're suffocating me, ruto! you're too heavy to rest your whole weight on me.” when you'd told him that, he pouted so hard and had seemed so genuinely upset that you apologized, took him back in your arms and simply neglected your need to breathe for a little longer. he is also one hundred percent that guy who will deny wanting cuddles or any sort of skinship, but if you don’t give it to him, he will be mad at you. if you do give it to him, he’ll pretend he doesn’t like it. you just have to be a mind reader, i guess. all this to say that even if he doesn’t tell you outright, haruto definitely wants to cuddle to sleep. sure, you can fall asleep in his arms if you really want (he loves it), but he’d rather fall asleep on you like yoshi does, even though he’s way too heavy for that.

you fight every time you have to decide who gets to be the little spoon - junghwan

my son.. do you guys know that “thank you myson!” jimin meme… anyways… junghwan might have buffed up over the years but do not get him wrong, that man is a little spoon until the day he dies. if you are also the little spoon, you will have to fight. simple as that. you can decide if it’ll be a tickle fight, an argument where you try to prove why you defend to be the little spoon more, or an actual fist fight (you might lose though), you’ll have to settle it one way or another. no matter how much both of you try to deny it, you love it either way anyway. as much as you love the feeling of his arms around you, there’s something about holding such a big man in your arms like he’s half the size that he is. 

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[turttastic]

Was just struck by the overwhelming urge to rate Stormlight characters on their driving ability. I have no evidence I'm going off of vibes alone. Here they are in no particular order:

Dalinar- I think he's generally a fine driver now, though still prone to bouts of road rage when someone won't let him merge. Very bad driver in his youth. 5/10

Jasnah- I think she would be a shockingly bad driver. She seems like the kind of person that believes the rules of the road apply to everyone other than her. The type to run a red light because the meeting she's going to is important. Never uses her turn signals because if shes in the left lane it should be obvious shes making a left turn. Despite her lack of care she always arrives safely and without a ticket, somehow. Would fit right in in Northern Virginia. Also the worst backseat driver ever. 3/10

Sadeas- Good driver but employs bad practices. When traffic is heavy he uses the shoulder of the road as his own personal lane. Only person capable of surviving New York traffic. 6/10

Kaladin- Fantastic driver but kind of slow. Won't make a left turn unless there is literally no other car on the road. Always follows the speed limit and uses his turn indicators. Also the type to yell at everyone to shut the fuck up and let him drive when he's in heavy traffic. 8/10

Syl- Cannot be allowed to drive under any circumstances. Bridge 4 let her drive once and she backed the car into a mailbox. 0/10

Shallan- Shes a bad driver but better than Jasnah. Her following distance is atrocious and she frequently rear ends people, but she does at least try to follow the rules of the road. 4/10

Veil- Worse than Shallan but says she's better. Will take a turn at 60 to try and make the car drift. 2/10

Radiant- Fantastic driver who follows the ruled perfectly. Not great at responding to unexpected situations though. 8/10

Venli- Drives like a psychopath. Weaves in and out of lanes to get there 30 seconds faster. If traffic is bad she will dead ass make a U turn in the middle of the road over a double yellow to leave. 1/10

Rock- Great driver, but hates driving. Not much more to say. 8/10

Sigzil- Best driver in bridge 4, only slightly held back by the fact that he knows every obscure rule and expects everyone else driving does also. 9/10

Moash- Believes the rules of the road are stupid and there to hold him back. The kind of guy who will not let you merge in front of him like his life depends on it. Would go 100 in a school zone for fun. 2/10

The Lopen- The guy that tells you he's a great driver but starts playing pokemon go while behind the wheel because he can absolutely do both. 4/10

Szeth- Mediocre driver prone to shocking episodes of road rage. The kind of guy who would slam the brakes to make the car behind him rear end him out of spite if they were following too close. 5/10

Navani- Fantastic driver. Always has the newest lane correcting tech and such installed on her vehicle. 10/10

Adolin- Cannot stay focused on the road. Type of guy who will look over his shoulder for like 15 seconds to carry on a conversation until Shallan yells at him to look at the road. Horrible speeder. Usually manages to avoid crashing though. 3/10

Wit- Shockingly competent driver. I mean he had all that experience with Wax, so... 10/10

Gavilar- The kind of douche who lifts his truck and has his mufflers removed so he can rev his obnoxious engine whole going through neighborhoods. 1/10

Renarin- He's a good driver in small towns and on winding, narrow country roads, but cannot handle big city traffic. Luckily he knows and readily admits this. 7/10

BONUS:

Rlain- I feel like he's just a typical good driver. Follows the rules as best he can, goes a few miles over the speed limit on the freeway, but nothing crazy. 8/10

Kelsier- It's a miracle he's survived this long with the way he drives. He would make a left on red without hesitation. Vin screamed the first time she rode with him. 1/10

[brucewaynehater101]

Au in wich Tim being so hurt by his family accepts Ra's proposal of being his heir, but like misunderstanding happens and he becomes his consort

This, but combine it with the trope that Tim agrees to become Ra's heir so that he can take over/destroy the LoA.

I also seriously vibes with AUs of Tim as heir where he has to commit atrocious deeds or sacrifice himself (usually morally) to get to his final goal.

In this specific AU, what if Tim was originally planning to dismantle the LoA? He acknowledged all that LoA could do for him, but he wanted to destroy it. He had decided that was better for the world.

Yet, after everything he sacrificed and went through, he decides to murder Ra's and take all the power LoA gives him. Just Tim, in his path to safety, revenge, protecting his family, and doing good, ending up as the being he detested and feared.

[collecting-stories]

Peaches & Cream - Carmen Berzatto

Summary: Carmy talks the reader into making family and their relationship takes a turn.

A/N: I don't know if I like this installment as much as the other two but I'm running with it. Also, the actual dessert made is from Carolina Gelen and it's fucking delicious!

The Bear Masterlist

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You shook your head slowly back and forth, with what you were almost completely positive was a look of abject horror plastered across your face as your eyes met Carmy's blue ones. If there was one thing, anything, that you absolutely did not under any circumstances want to do it was cook in The Beef's kitchen. 

"No."

"It's not like you haven't cooked for everyone out there before," Carmy replied, leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Yeah, but like...at my place...not like, seriously," you mirrored his image, leaning back in the office chair and crossing your arms. 

Carmy smiled, "family isn't serious." He said it in that way that suggested he'd caught you out. Like you were trying to pull one over on him but he found a loophole at the last second. He looked too triumphant for his own good. 

"Cars..." You groaned, there was no way you wanted to do family. When Syd did family it looked like some fucking five star gourmet meal. Even Ebra cooked up some really wonderful food for family. You had cooked at home, sure, but not in Carmy's kitchen. "Fine...but when it's shit-"

"It won't be," he replied and you practically felt the air knocked out of you. As if those three simple words had the power to truly dictate what sort of cook, chef, you were. And maybe they did because you felt ridiculously confident after he said it. 

You abandoned the paperwork to the office and followed Carmy into the kitchen. His attention didn't last long, immediately pulled to something else as Tina called him over to taste the potatoes she was working on. Your unexpected entrance into the kitchen didn't go unnoticed by Marcus or Syd or Tina, all three of whom followed you with their eyes as you went to the family shelf. You were positive you looked a little more than unsure of yourself as you pulled ingredients off the shelf, trying to think of a recipe that you could accomplish, that would taste good, and that might impress Carmy. 

-

"What?" 

"What?"

"People don't usually make that face after someone kisses them...unless like, I read the room wrong and I wasn't, or you didn't want me to kiss you," you stammered, eyebrow quirking as you stared at Carmy. Ever since the first Sunday Night Dinner you'd been thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. Probably ever since he first walked in The Beef and introduced himself to you. And maybe he hadn't been thinking about kissing you for that long but you thought maybe he was thinking about kissing you lately. Or not and you were atrocious at reading what vibe other people were projecting. 

"No, no...I mean, I, no, I wanted you to...I wanted to kiss you. I liked it. Ah..." Carmy inhaled, held his breath for a second and then exhaled. "I uh, you taste like peaches. It's like, really fucking wild, just like straight up peaches...like, not like chapstick shit or something but like actual fucking peaches." 

"Oh," you stopped yourself from laughing, "I uh, I ate like frozen peaches before you came over." You tried to explain. It was the most bizarre semi-compliment anyone had ever offered after a kiss. Probably in the history of the world. 

"Yeah?"

"I was trying this recipe-"

"What was it?" He looked over the back of the couch toward the kitchen as if a plate would be waiting there on the island for him to sample. 

"It's nothing fancy," you promised, a regular disclaimer whenever you made something new and let Carmy try it. You got up from the couch as you explained the recipe you'd seen online and had attempted to recreate in your own kitchen before Carmy had come over. Aside from the peach, which was frozen in your freezer, everything else was assembled. 

Whipped cream went in the bowl first, then the peach shavings, scrapped off a whole frozen peach like you were zesting a lemon, and then brown sugar syrup that you'd made earlier. In the short time it took you to assemble the dessert, Carmy came over to the island, leaning against the counter and watching you walk. 

"Here," you slid the bowl over and handed him a spoon from the utensil holder that sat in the middle of the island. He took it from you, his focus already zeroed in on the dessert sitting before him. The assembly was no five-star NOMA dish but you thought it tasted pretty good earlier and hoped you'd made it just as nicely the second time. 

The first time Carmy tried anything you made him your whole body had felt like it was on fire. Burning with nervous anxiety eating at your stomach. Now, you thought you should probably still be nervous but you weren't. Somehow you didn't have any of those nerves anymore. Or at least, they weren't turning over your stomach anymore. Instead it was just excitement, watching him taste the food that you prepared for him. 

"Well?"

With little actual warning, Carmy laid his spoon on the counter and leaned forward, kissing you this time instead of the other way around. You kissed him back, your hand moving to hold his face, fingers brushing the curls at the back of his neck. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little dazed as he pulled away from the kiss, blue eyes shining with amusement as he smiled. Like really smiled, you noted. 

"Yeah, that's the peach I was tasting." He finally said, taking another bite of the dessert, "fire, by the way."

"Awesome," you stumbled over the word, not entirely sure it was the correct one to encapsulate the moment. 

-

You knew Marcus was hovering over you without needing to turn around, but you did anyway, twisting away from the focaccia bread that you were kneading onto the sheet pan to look up at him. "What?" You asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling when you caught the amused look on his face, "what?"

"You're doing family?" 

"Yeah, why...you have a problem with that?" You asked, trying to sound confident. 

"No...this looks good," Marcus replied, checking on the focaccia once more before stepping away from you. "What're you making?"

"Chicken parm sandwiches?" You replied, more as a question than a statement. As you slid the pan into the oven Marcus took a once over of the other ingredients on the counter. 

"You making your own mozzarella too?" He asked, sounding impressed that you were going to tackle something that complicated. 

"I am," you said, pulling a 'can you believe it' face, "Carmy showed me how to a couple weeks ago-"

"Carmy showed you how to?" He replied, the tone of the question teasing. 

"Don't you have like...something to do?" You asked, looking back at his station. 

You might've spent most of your shift in the back office but you knew that everyone in the kitchen was talking. It started with Richie, way before you and Carmy had kissed. He'd come into the office when you and Carmy were sitting in there and however you both were acting Richie had interpreted it as flirting (which was impressive considering how awkward you and Carmy flirting was). Richie being Richie, spread the news to Tina and Ebra and Sweeps, then Marcus heard about it and Sydney. Even Fak got filled in on the apparent 'romance' that was happening. You suffered through embarrassing comments every time you were remotely close to Carmy in the kitchen until finally everyone pretty much got used to the fact that you were pinning and probably never going to make a move. 

Or at least, you hadn't expected to ever make a move. He just looked so good sitting there on your couch and you'd been thinking about him for a long time and you were positive (at least 99% so) that recently he'd been thinking about you the same way. It was a long shot probably, cause Carmy was almost impossible to read unless he was yelling about food, but it worked out. 

"Are you doing family?" Syd asked. She was doing checks, purposely saving Marcus for last so she could see what you were up to. She'd seen you come out of the office with Carmy and go over to the family shelf, surprised since you never seemed eager to be anywhere near the kitchen during work hours. (Syd had come back for her headphones once and seen you and Carmy in the kitchen together, generally being cute...which she pointed out to you later on). 

"Yeah?" You felt even more unsure of yourself when she asked than you had when Marcus had asked before. 

She nodded, looking over the ingredients you had out. "Dope."

"Thanks," you laughed. 

You weren't surprised, considering how hectic you knew the kitchen could get, that you didn't actually see Carmy again (aside from glimpses as he moved back and forth from the kitchen to the counter and back) until family. And technically, once you'd plated family and called everyone out to eat, he was nowhere to be found. Richie told you he was having a cigarette around a mouthful of chicken parm sandwich so you plated some for him and carried it outside into the back alley. 

Carmy was sitting against the back wall, a plastic container of water in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He had his head tilted back and his eyes closed like he was maybe trying to catch a few seconds of rest before dinner rush. 

"Hey," you tapped his shoulder and Carmy started, opening his eyes and looking up at you. 

"Hey," he replied, laying down his container of water and taking the plate from you. He balanced it on his knees and picked up the sandwich to look it over. "What've we got?"

"Chicken parm sandwich on pistachio focaccia bread." You replied, "Richie said I was 'going all out'."

Carmy took a bite and you watched as his face change from neutral to slightly pleased. The look you knew meant that he liked something. "This is good, this is really good." He replied earnestly, taking another bite. "Did you make the mozzarella?"

"Does it taste bad?"

"No," he shook his head, looking away from the sandwich and up to you, "you could've kneaded it one more time, it's a little soft."

"I wasn't sure," you admitted, "you'll have to make me mozzarella and tomatoes again and show me how to make it." 

He'd shown you last week, when you were at his apartment for a change. He was in the middle of making dinner when he realized he didn't have mozzarella so he decided to make it, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Or at least the most normal thing in Carmy's. 

"You heading back inside?" He asked as you reached for the door handle. 

"Back to the office, where I belong." You replied. 

He waved you back over, tilting his head back to look up at you when you were standing in front of him again. You took the silent invitation and leaned down to kiss him. "I won't taste like peaches this time." 

"It's not a stipulation," he joked and you smiled into the kiss. 

Eventually, sooner rather than later, you knew everyone in the kitchen would find out that you were dating. Probably everyone outside of the kitchen too, once Fak knew that you were together it was only a matter of time before everyone Carmy had ever met found out that he had someone in his life. 

"Okay," you sighed, reluctant to pull away but knowing there was a stack of invoices you needed to look through, "eat your too shitty sandwich and get back to work chef."

"You bossing me around now?" He laughed, stubbing out his cigarette and following you back through the door into the kitchen. 

Everyone else had finished eating and were back to their stations. Tina looked over first when the two of you came in and you smiled, "Carmy said it was awful and I'm never allowed in the kitchen again."

"I didn't say it was awful-"

"The mozz was a little soft but the focaccia was insane," Syd pipped up in your defense.

"I didn't say it was awful," Carmy repeated, nudging you with his elbow when you smiled at him.

"He didn't say it was awful," you admitted, "he did say the mozzarella was soft." 

"Why you being a fucking hardass about some cheese?" Richie called from the counter, coming over and throwing an arm over your shoulders, "I'm fucking shocked as it is you got this one to go out with you, now you're gonna be insulting?"

Carmy flushed red, whether because of Richie or because of the whistle Sweeps gave at the previously unconfirmed news that the two of you might be something, "can we get back to work chefs?" He finally said, moving away from you and over to one of the stations, grabbing his knife to start prep. 

"Guess that's my cue to get back to the office," you joked, slipping out from Richie's arm.

[seriousbrat]

let sirius (and james) be mean

Obviously in SWM both James and Sirius are atrocious towards Snape but I think it's pretty revealing how mean they also are to their best friends, especially Peter:

And while I think James possibly grew out of his mean girl phase to some extent Sirius didn't, at least not fully. To be fair he's usually not outright rude unless he dislikes someone-- mostly, he's dismissive or impatient especially when someone says something he perceives as stupid, as well as being overall insensitive to the feelings of others.

In the prequel they're both fairly insensitive and rude to two terrified Muggles lol, I mean who cares and it's funny but there are examples of Sirius being something of a mean girl later on as an adult. obviously, the famous one:

and yeah you can defend this by saying he was stuck in grimmauld place and frustrated, bla bla bla, I do get it and I still love him and don't think it makes him a terrible person or godfather but objectively this is an incredibly mean thing to say to Harry.

Other somewhat minor instances that nevertheless paint a wide picture:

OotP (I'm leaving out his interactions with Kreacher bc those are self evident)

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he's also kind of dismissive towards Harry's feelings at certain points. A good example of this is the stiff "one-armed hug" and gruff goodbye he gives him when they leave for Hogwarts after christmas, or this earlier conversation:

Also, how he talks about Regulus. obviously it's somewhat justified since Sirius believes him to have just been a Death Eater, but he specifically calls Regulus stupid rather than just saying he was a bad person. This is interesting because it can be inferred that Regulus was not stupid at all, given that he figured out the secret of the Horcruxes. imo Sirius was too dismissive of his brother to actually know who he really was.

(and bonus him being snippy with Harry)

GoF

like this is probably true but it's still rude lol, as is this from OotP which has definite mean girl vibes:

next:

so this on its own doesn't seem especially mean but it does come after Sirius has basically dismissed every single thing that Ron has said lol, even raising his hand at one point to shut him up. It's not the worst but imo does indicate his impatience with "stupidity" which we also see in SWM:

and James has this too:

imo this shared feeling of superiority and mutual delight in their own intelligence were big factors in his closeness with james.

ALL THIS TO SAY, Sirius was mean lol ESPECIALLY as a teen. my rude scorpio child. So I think when writing teen Sirius it's an important part of his characterisation (and James's) for him not only to be rude/disdainful to people he hates but also just generally. It's also why it's extra ridiculous that he's portrayed as dumb in fanon seeing as he's very often dismissive and judgmental to those he perceives as being of lesser intelligence.

And this isn't a criticism of Sirius at all, I love him and tbh his mean streak is one of the things that make him so fun to write for me. He's a beloved character and I understand the desire to paint him in a positive light, but he wasn't perfect. As others have said the friendship between the Marauders wasn't something idyllic and aspirational, it's a warning story to Harry. Furthermore, kindness towards Kreacher being something that helps them find the Horcrux is also a lesson for Harry.

Sirius's insensitivity to the feelings of others was what got him killed, his insensitivity and disdain for peter led in part to James and Lily's deaths too. it doesn't make him a terrible person, just a flawed one.

[tinietaehyun]

Oh, Lover Boy.

[Bf!Hueningkai x Reader] [Post-College!AU] [One-shot]

Pairing: Bf!Hueningkai x Reader

Genres: Post-College!AU, romance, fluff, slice of life, just a feel good and cute fic!

Contains: Profanity, suggestive dialogue/themes.

Link: MASTERLIST

Note: Recommended to listen to “Invitation” by JUNNY (Feat. Gaeko), to really get into the vibe! Something short and sugary sweet, in comparison to my usual longer one-shots.

Summary: With your hellish final year college exams over with; both you and your boyfriend needed time to catch up and unwind from the stresses of life during your break together. What better way to start things off than staying at home, cuddling together whilst binge-watching your favourite show, or- well trying to binge-watch it. It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist his puppy-eyed gaze and sweet kisses!

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You squeal in utter joy watching the main couple on screen finally kiss (that so very passionately, you may add!) in your new favourite show. You’d been waiting for this; it’s been half a season already! “Finally,” you grin almost feeling your cheeks hurt and your heart flutter from the way the couple on screen hold each other.

“What? They finally kissed, hm?” A very familiar voice calls out from the kitchen. You yelp, “Yeah, you missed it. I’ve been waiting ages; genuinely, I was beginning to get worried they’d never get together!” You hear your boyfriend chuckle amongst the clatter of kitchen utensils. The aroma of the food he’s making wafts into your nostrils; incredible!

You call out with a smirk, “Wow, you’re not burning something for once,” a chuckle escapes your lips as he scoffs loudly. “I’m not that bad at cooking you know. I can hold my own.” Rolling your eyes, you hum in reminiscence, “Remember that one time, two months ago when we stayed at-“

“Shut it, y/n. Don’t be mean,” he whines making you cackle atrociously. It wasn’t your fault, that Huening Kai wasn’t exactly a great cook. Making anything above cup noodles, ramen and coffee was entering dangerous territory in relation to Huening Kai. That was why you mostly supervised him in the kitchen but today he was adamant that you let him in the kitchen to cook himself. You wonder how he survived during your college days - then again his roommates: Taehyun and Yeonjun probably saved his ass from starving or living off takeout.

You snort and he scoffs once more, “I know you’re laughing at me.” Humming playfully, you respond, “How’d you guess?” You can almost hear him roll his eyes, “From the gargantuan snort you let out, you pig.” You gawk at his insult, “Is that how you insult the love of your life?”

“You’re insulting my cooking skills!” He calls out in a playfully offended tone.

At this point the rest of the episode you were watching becomes background noise. You coo, “Oh come on baby, I didn’t mean it. I was just joking around.” Kai snorts in response and replies, “Sure, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, love.”

A giggle escapes your lips; you were cheesing hard. You loved pestering and annoying him; his reactions were always so adorable and endearing! You made sure to never cross the line though; you’d never dream of hurting Huening Kai ever. This man only ever deserved the absolute best.

His personality was sweet, soft even. Almost akin to a clingy puppy at times. He could keep up with your teasing, even teasing you back creating for humorous banter and bickering between the two of you. Not to mention, his insanely good music skills, you were lucky to have him. You remember how he often serenaded you to sleep, or wrote songs for your birthdays and especially last year; he produced a song dedicated to you for your third anniversary together. You knew he had a tender heart, a soft spot for animals, for you. A pure soul, one that enjoyed every moment of life.

“Kai, you almost done?” You call out. “Yeah, give me a sec. Just got to turn off the cooker and clean the counters a little,” he hums back. You twist yourself back around to face the screen and realise you’d missed quite a few minutes when you suddenly see the main female lead crying her eyes out? Damn, what the hell happened? Wasn’t she just with her man, making out a few minutes ago? You shrug to yourself; oh well.

Your eyes dart around the room as your hand finds the remote reversing the episode back to the point you’d left it. It was a relaxing atmosphere with the way the sunset light shone through the curtains in a golden hue giving the room an ethereal and warm glow. A haphazard pale blue blanket was thrown across one of the cushioned chairs to the right of you; the one you had used to cuddle with Kai yesterday. The view outside the main window encompassed dreary cityscape with vehicles passing by and regular pedestrians wearing their summer clothes; majority of them getting back from the beach. You could imagine the light breeze and warm air outside of the fading summer days.

You enjoyed tender and tranquil moments such as these. You and Huening Kai, had finished college a month back right after your hellish final exams. You shudder thinking back to that period of time; so utterly stressful and you barely had time to see each other. It was awful. Luckily, your daily messages, video calls and phone calls kept you going as you both cracked down to study hard. Fortunately, for you both, it seems your persistence and resilience had paid off! You both felt that your results were gonna be pretty good (well you were both trying to manipulate yourselves into a state of positive thinking, at least).

Your eyes gaze over to the potted plant on the window sill pitifully wilting and you can’t help but sigh with a smile, “Oh Kai..” He loved to try new things; often getting carried away with just how much he thinks he can handle. You tended to overwork yourself to the brink of exhaustion; something that Kai had managed to help you control. You helped him with his nervousness and efficiency whilst working. You both balanced each other out; what one doesn’t have, the other has. You were each other’s bases, each other’s home.

Often, you reminisce on how this all started. You still remember the slightly anxious and quiet boy who would be in your lecture hall two rows above you. He was attentive but with the way his eyes constantly met yours; the shared glances and smiles that made your heart flutter; you knew you both had a connection. His method of wooing you also made you laugh; it was endearing to say the least.

The way he would always lose his pens and come to you, to ‘borrow a pen,’ and then give it back only to ask for it again the next lecture you had. You had managed to catch on rather quickly what his tactic was; you still remember how flustered his cute and handsome face was! Then, it was followed by you asking him to work with you on an assigned project and the rest was history.

You finally asked him out during one of your study dates and from then on, you had been inseparable throughout the last two years of your degree. From all that educational stress; you both wished to unwind, relax and make up for lost time that you could have spent together; and this summer was perfect time to do it!

Your reverie is broken as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and a warm body press into the side of yours. You adjust yourself against him as you lean your head back on his shoulder with a soft smile. Kai murmurs; his voice low yet comforting, “What are you thinking about?” You hum peering at him to the side, “You.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly with a twinkle and his cheeks blossom into a faint reddish hue. “Me?” He questions bashfully, “What about me?” You coo running your hand through his dark brown locks, “Everything about you, love.” Kai clears his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist snuggling into you, “Yeah?” You hum, “Mhm.”

His body heat seeps through your clothes and you relax as the smell of his cologne invades your senses; you loved it - a subtle and sweet tangerine scent. It comforted you. It was on practically all his clothes; even the hoodie you had on right now (technically it wasn’t yours - not that he minded you wearing it, of course!)

Suddenly, he tightens his arms around your waist and hoists you onto his lap. A warmth spreads through your cheeks at the sudden motion. He always did this; yet it got you flustered every damn time!

“What episode is this?” He hum twisting his face back towards the screen. Composing yourself, you reply, “Episode ten, I practically missed half of it though. Still am, now that you’re here.”

His eyes glimmer playfully, “Why? Am I distraction?” You pout, “Yes, you are, Kai. You know that.”

Kai leans in close to your face with a playful smile, “You love it really.” You hum, “Do I?” His nose rubs against yours in a flurry; something you adored about Kai. He’d give these to you often or rub your tummy in the most random moments. He was such a tender and loving soul. Kai places a delicate kiss atop your nose point making your heart soar. You admit defeat, “I do.”

A laugh escapes his lips, “Of course you do.” His eyes flit down to your lips; his pupils dilate ever so slightly. A sly smile graces your face as you lean forward and trail your fingers down his cheek; he noticeably shivers. With that, he presses his lips against yours softly and passionately. Once again, the show continues to run on. At this point you think, you’ll never be able to get past episode ten!

Kai’s lips move with yours softly, slowly; your lips connected in an affectionate and gentle manner. You cup his cheek caressing your thumb against his cheek bone as his fingers slips under the hem of the hoodie to feel your warm, supple skin underneath. His fingers make your body tingle with delight as they draw slow circles against your hips and waist. The moment is raw, tender and passionate. Slow, almost ever so sloppy kisses with him were what you considered the peak of comfort. A way to de-stress and forget about the world around you. It was just you two.

You both part for air, both breathing shakily. You knew if you continued this; you’d never finish the episode, rather you’d end up in another room entirely - the bedroom. His lips trails down your neck as he nips and leaves sweet, seductive kisses along the curve. You whine breathlessly, “Kai, the s-show. This is going to be the third time I rewind it to catch up.” He suckles on your neck gently making you groan. Your fingers entangle into his silky hair. Kai muffles against your neck, “Forget the show.”

“We always do this,” you whine with a chuckle as he separates from your neck and peer at you with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. You shake your head, “Nope, I’m determined to finish this episode at least. One episode.” You place a kiss onto his forehead as consolation upon seeing the pout on his rosy lips. “Why, you don’t wanna reward your handsome boyfriend for all his hard work cooking today?” You huff, “Of course I do. But I wanna watch this with you! To cuddle with you.”

Recently, Huening Kai had gotten an internship at a producing company and so you couldn’t as spend as much time out as you’d have liked. Though, you were incredibly happy for him! Kai was phenomenally talented in regard to music; everything from producing, songwriting and playing various instruments from which you could see with the guitar case that leant against the wall beside his keyboard.

“Oh? My sweetheart wants to cuddle, then cuddle, we shall.” You release giggle placing your hands over his forearms as he wraps his arms around you tightly once more. He nuzzles into your neck with a playful smirk, “We always have tonight after all, to do what we both really want.” Your eyes widen as you become flustered by his cheeky remark giving him a playful smack, “Kai!”

He shrugs innocently peering up at you, “What? It’s the truth, no? You weren’t complaining yesterday?” You whine crashing your head into his shoulder in embarrassment; a burst of desire courses through you. “Okay, okay, I get it, love,” you huff out making him cackle.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. It’s my only defence against your teasing, honestly,” he grins. You peer up with a mischievous glare, “Just you wait…” Kai bites his lower lip in anticipation, “Oh believe me, I will…” You peer over our shoulder seeing the credits of the episode and you groan, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Kai bursts out laughing at your frustrated expression, “Oh too bad.” You pout, “We were supposed to watch it together, this episode is apparently really good.” He hums, “According to who?” You huff, “According to Twitter, my friends.” Kai shakes his head, “Ah yes, very reliable and unbiased sources.” You scoff, “Oh shut it, you like this show too. I’ve seen the way you peek over whenever you pretend you’re working.”

Kai feigns offence, “Pretend I’m working? Excuse me?” You hum, “I’ve seen you flip through the same music sheet four times every time you look up at the screen whenever I watch a drama.” A slightly embarrassed expression coats his features and he scoffs back, “I just get easily distracted, is all.” You laugh running your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. He closes his eyes in repose and contentment. Kai always liked you playing with his hair; as you liked it when he played with yours.

Kai requests adorably, “Can we switch? I wanna lie my head on your lap?” You have to stop your heart bursting from your rib cage. “Of course, love,” you speak softly as you get up and he stands with a dazed smile on his face. Your heart twists and churns; he looked at you with so much love and adoration. God, you loved him so much. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, really.

Kai lies his head down onto your lap and you caress his forehead; his honey-toned skin glows under the hue of the sunset. Your fingers make their way through his hair and he nestles into your lap comfortably with his eyes closing. He murmurs, “I love moments like this…” You hum, “Me too, love.” A smile appears on his face; almost goofy. It makes you giggle in response.

He takes your other hand intertwining his fingers with yours giving it a squeeze. Kai softly speaks, “Love you, sweetheart.” Genuinely smiling down at him, you reply, “Love you too, Kai.” He nuzzles into your stomach making you laugh; he knew you were ticklish. Huening Kai was perfect in every aspect, you could ask for no one better.

“You’re perfect,” he suddenly utters opening his eyes. Your heart jumps and twists in joy, “I could say the same, love.” A blush paints his cheeks faintly. Kai questions, “What about episode ten?” You snort, “We’ll watch it another time.” He pouts, “Sorry…” You chuckle, “Don’t worry about it, I prefer time with you anyway.”

“How about we watch something else?” He suggests. You shrug with a smile, “If you want?” Kai ponders in thought before speaking, “How about we watch that thriller drama, you told me a few weeks ago? Have you started?” You nod, “I watched half of episode one, but had to leave it be due to work. Totally forgot about it. It had such a cool concept!” He grins, “Let’s get to it then,” as he grunts reaching over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

He begins scrolling through the available dramas and you point to it and it begins playing. You both contently focus on the drama for once and are immersed into the plot; as you both discuss the various aspects of the first episode, then the second and then the third. “Fucking hell, this is good,” he gets up from your lap stretching. You nod excitedly, “So good, the actors did such a good job.”

Kai grins, “Your ass would be dead in a heartbeat, if you were in a situation with a killer like that.” You deadpan, “Look who’s talking.” Your stomach rumbles and you huff, “Hungry.” He nods with a teasing smile, “Thought so, come on. We’ll get back to the show afterwards.”

As you both enter the kitchen; the scene becomes wholesomely domestic. You grab some plates as he checks on the food. You peek over his shoulder, “Holy shit, that curry looks amazing.” Kai looks smug at your praise, “Saw this Thai curry recipe on Insta, and just had to try it. It was super simple too.” You hum as you begin serving the curry with rice onto the plates, “Damn, seems you aren’t too bad of a cook, after all.”

Kai wraps his arms around your waist from behind leaning his head atop your right shoulder, “Mm, see? Your boyfriend is somewhat skilled in the kitchen. He can sorta cook, he can sing, play the guitar and piano…hm, the list goes on and on…” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you hum, “Wow, real humble aren’t you?” Kai snorts nuzzling into your neck littering one or two kisses, “What can I say? I’m nothing short of modest.”

“Mhm,” you nod sarcastically as you pick up the steaming plates full of deliciously tempting food. “Let’s get eating, I’m starving!” He says excitedly as you both sit down at the small dining table and tuck in immediately. As expected, it tasted even better than how it looked. You were proud of your boyfriend; he’d made such an excellent meal!

You muffle contently, “So, so good!” He chuckles wiping some curry off the side of your lips, “I can see that.” A smug expression coats his features, “Praise me more.”

You munch on the food; deciding to feed his ego for once to which he responds delightfully to. Afterwards, you both work to clean up. “You did so good. You’ve gotta definitely make that again,” you smile. His eyes glitter, “I’m glad you liked it. I’m super happy.” You smile genuinely at him, “Good job.”

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas, yeah? Get comfy. What about you?” You ask peering over your shoulder. He nods, “Sure. I’ll do the same. We can continue the drama afterwards.” With that, you both change into some comfortable pyjamas with some bickering and teasing and find yourselves back on the sofa in front of the TV screen wrapped in each other arms, cuddling.

Episode four, episode five pass. You find him immersed into the show and you smile mischievous beginning to roam your hand under his shirt, up along his abdominals. Kai stiffens snapping his head to face you with a sly gaze, “What are you doing?” You hum playfully, “I don’t know, you tell me, love?” His face flushes at your seductive tone. He pouts, “Is this revenge for what I did earlier?” You nuzzle your head into his neck beginning to litter kisses; he shivers making you smile.

“Perhaps it is, love,” you breathlessly murmur against his skin. “Anyway, didn’t you say you were looking forward to tonight?” You inquire coyly. He whines, “You’re so mean. Petty even.” You murmur, “Hypocrite.” His hand trails under your pyjama shirt, “But you’re too difficult to resist…” His eyes meet yours and your lips soon follow melting into each other passionately; a hint of roughness this time.

With you pushing him down onto the sofa; it was clear; episode five was where you’d stop for tonight. His eyes peer up at you with so much love, affection and adoration. You lean down towards his lips with a soft smile, “I love you.”

Kai whispers blissfully looking into your eyes, “Love you too, sweetheart.” Oh, no one could compare to him. Your heart belonged to him and him alone.

It always will. Your sweet, lover boy.

[j4zzyh4nds]

Ninjago 4th of July headcanons bc it’s the Fourth of July!! (Yes I know they wouldn’t celebrate it shut up)

Lloyd: hates how loud fireworks are, but loves how they look. He usually wears headphones and vibes by the grill or pool. When he was younger he was an absolute menace, but was usually knocked out by like 9:00 p.m

Kai: LOVES fireworks. He’s always so hyped about them he’ll spend all night setting them off. He consumes a ridiculous amount of hotdogs

Zane: my boy is working that grill. He’s putting out a constant supply of burgers and hotdogs. He has a classic “kiss the cook” apron, and Pixal takes every opportunity to do so

Cole: the fun uncle. He’s splashing around the pool with all the kids and playing games with them. He has cheesy ass boxers and all the kids adore him. He brought the speakers and provided the 90’s rock music

Jay: he’s consuming an atrocious amount of hotdogs and throwing it all up the next day. He’s also built his own fireworks and sets them off for everybody. Even Lloyd really likes them

Pixal: the one keeping everyone alive. She’s the lifeguard, she’s putting out fires, she’s making sure all the drunk people don’t fall over. The Mom Friend at her finest

Nya: she brought all the alcohol and is currently tipsy. Probably vibing by the pool getting a tan. Certified Wine Aunt

Wu: he’s sitting on the porch enjoying an actually healthy meal and chatting with other parents. Whenever a kid comes over he sneaks them some candy

Garmadon: the Dad. He has the Dad Bod, he has the Dad Jokes, he has the Dad Shorts and the crocs and beer and the punny T-Shirt. Fourth of July isn’t complete without the all-American dad, and he is filling those shoes. Lloyd is secretly extremely happy about this

Misako: also sitting on the porch drinking and eating. She’s bringing up politics, bc no 4th of July is complete without it

Arin: he LOVES fireworks, and is vibing with Kai. He’s also one of the kids playing in the pool. He RULES at Marco Polo

Sora: said that she was only tanning, got in the pool after 15 minutes. She sucks at most pool games and almost electrocuted everyone. She’s also building her own fireworks, but they’re all in the shape of cats

Riyu: having so much fun. He’s snatching food off the tables and splashing kids in the pool and generally causing mass chaos

Wyldfyre: the dog. She’s never seen a firework in her entire goddamn life and is cowering under the kitchen table. They end up having to give her anxiety meds so she doesn’t burn the place down

Honorary mention, Mr. Frohicky: he’s enjoying some peace and quiet in his own room. Everyone is causing chaos outside the monastery and he’s not going to be a part of it

To all of my American friends, have a fun and safe Independence Day! Our country might be shambles but that doesn’t mean you have to be!

Reblog with some hcs in the tags or replies :)

[hinamie]

some notes/hcs from th jjk band!au ! read at your leisure i have written a novel 🫠

tl;dr guitarist brothers suku/ita bassist megu drummer nobara band name BL4CK FL4SH

i imagine them slightly aged up in this au, i'm thinking yuuji n them are around 17 and sukuna is 2 years older ( i would make the age gap wider to account for canon but i feel like any older and sukuna wouldn't be caught dead playing in his little brother's band)

it /is/ technically yuuji's band, he /was/ the one who started it even though sukuna would argue that he's the one funding the whole thing and nobara would argue that she's the one organizing and promoting every one of their gigs and megumi would argue that he constantly loses sleep writing mixing and producing their songs,, they all love yuuji tho so they go along and let him put his name on it

don't think too hard about how sukuna, 19, makes enough to fund a band . wholesome legal stuff, promise

yuuji's current guitar is a hand me down from sukuna after he had saved up enough to splurge on the double necked monstrosity he has currently. because they were strapped for cash growing up, for years yuuji played on a beginner kid's size electric guitar that sukuna (serial music snob) couldn't stand the sound of and may or may not have violently smashed before tsundere-ly shoving his old guitar into yuuji's hands.

that being the case, sukuna thinks what yuuji has done to his old guitar is atrocious bc he's the type to take /meticulous/ care of his instruments. we're talking regular tune ups, wax, mods, the works. man carries spare strings and a microfibre cloth on him at all times just in case and Will Not let yuuji near his gear because yuuji is a hurricane of a boy and has dropped and broken his equipment more times than any of them care to count . they do however make a game out of placing bets as to what he'll knock over during practice

yuuji usually does lead vocals because his energy is quite frankly contagious and he's a natural at working a crowd . Sukuna sings backup vocal but there are a handful of songs where they switch and he sings lead and those songs are . hm . a very different vibe ! and some of their most successful releases much to his brother's chagrin

megumi had always noticed and admired sukuna's voice and thought it would be a waste not to give him a lead vocal part so he was originally the one to offer to collaborate with sukuna to write a few songs more tailored to his style ,, yuuji felt a bit snuffed but couldn't deny that megumi had a point so he agreed to take a back seat

once sukuna had gotten a taste for the spotlight and saw the stream count on the songs he led he and yuuji started bickering a lot more over who gets to take over lead vocals. they've tried duets before and it's simply out of the question so instead they fight over megumi to get him to write for one of them. it still usually ends up being yuuji which irks sukuna but he's placated by how explosive the reaction is when he /does/ get a song to himself

megumi can also sing !!! he's really good !!!!except he's shy and stubborn and won't do it in front of others. he once drunkenly admitted that he has a secret folder on his laptop full of audio files of himself singing unreleased songs and they (mostly nobara) haven't let him forget it and pester him relentlessly to let them listen. he will not because his songs are emo and sappy and pining and definitely not about yuuji

this is MY brainrot so this au is not immune to pining megumi x oblivious yuuji. one time yuuji kept inviting a girl he liked to their rehearsals and megumi's mood would get so sour that most days they had to call practice early and the ensuing show was one of their worst performances ever because their practices had been so unproductive. nobara is 95% sure she knows what was up but in the interest of keeping megumi in the band she kept her mouth shut ((she did admonish yuuji afterwards that no more outside spectators were allowed at practice no matter how hot he thinks they are))

in the days leading up to their first ever show yuuji was an anxious wreck to the point where the rest of them were legitimately concerned for his health but completely at a loss as to what they could do to help. megumi's love language is Not words of affirmation so instead he got yuuji a new set of audio cables accompanied by a note that read "good luck -M" to help ease his nerves. yuuji keeps the note taped to his guitar

megumi and nobara can both play piano and alternate covering the keyboard parts if a song requires it. (((megumi is a lot better at it which annoys nobara but she attributes the skill difference to his "freakishly long fingers and perfect pitch, which is basically cheating anyway")))

nobara gives the boys hell for making her play manager most of the time but she honestly thrives when a gig is coming up and she gets to order them around and use sukuna's credit card to book photoshoots and print promotional materials and buy them new outfits to match the concept

everyone but sukuna dreads the aforementioned shopping days. yuuji is a chronic protag who just wants to sing with his friends and megumi thinks coordinated outfits are frivolous and a waste of time . sukuna however /loves/ the visual aspect of performing because he's a dramatic bitch and wants to make sure they leave an impression. he and nobara are a force to be reckoned with and megumi and yuuji fight for their lives when they bust out the eyeliner

gojo is in this au because i guess he has to be smh i am never free -_- he was megumi's old music teacher and he runs the studio they rent out ("friends and family discount for my favourite student! aren't i kind, megumi-chan?") and they're pretty sure he's famous overseas or a retired star or something because whenever he comes to their shows there's a flood of paparazzi and tabloids that he miraculously manages to avoid??? they have no idea how he does it but they're happy to leech off the publicity

[a-french-coconut]

Travis Stoll (Part 5)

The ride to New York is fortunately devoid of monsters trying to eat them or hunt them for their personal entertainment.

Unfortunately for his dearest friend, it means that Travis needs to find someone to bother relentlessly.

"Wiiiiill"

"Willy"

"William"

"William Andrew Solace"

"I never told you my middle name you stalker."

"Irrelevant to this conversation. Mine's Jeffrey by the way."

"Liar."

"Fine, it's Gertrude."

"I wish that was true."

"Your grandmother is named Gertrude, I'm sure she would love to know that you find her name funny."

"Travis I need to answer me truthfully."

"Never darling."

"Have you ever stalked me ?"

"Of course."

"You're insane."

"Mmmh, how's Nico ?"

Travis cackles gleefully at the the gurgling noise Will made choking on his apple juice.

"I'll do you one better, how's Katie ?"

"Irrelevant again. Don't think you can distract me."

"I'll be sure to tell her that next time I see her."

"Please don't, she's getting really better at creating her own freaky plants."

"I'd pay to see you get eaten by a carnivorous flower."

"You're way tastier than me, it'll go for you before me."

They banter for a while before Argos calmly ask them to shut up until they arrive.

That is until Will begins a conversation with him and Travis is left gaping at the ultimate betrayal he just witnessed.

He spends the rest of the trip pouting and mumbling about traitorous living lamp and the good old times where you could kill a giant and nobody batted an eye.

When Argos finally stops in front of Central Park, Travis practically flies out of the car, Will taking his sweet time just to annoy him he's sure.

After bidding many goodbyes, Argos finally leaves them, the Strawberry Delphi car disappearing in New York.

"Where are we going now ?"

"Can't you enjoy the fresh air for a while ? Look around and get out the most of this trip !"

"You don't know."

"I don't know. But it can't be that hard, we could just walk until we get some creepy, about the entering the lands of the dead vibe."

"That's your brilliant plan ? Walking ?"

That's when finally Travis registers what Will is wearing.

His usual flannel.

Orange, and frankly atrocious, cargo shorts.

Flip flops.

Travis stares for a long time at his friend's feet, too much time for it to be considered normal.

"Will you've got to be fucking kidding me !"

"I've been wearing them since we left Camp, Travis !"

"Flip flops ! On a quest !"

"Well if you had such a problem with them, you should have told me that at Camp.", Will crosses his arm pettily, a light amusement dancing in his eyes.

"How did Kayla even let out ?"

"Irrelevant."

Travis rolls his eyes at his friend's antics and takes his arm.

"Come on doctor, we have a door to find."

"Lead the way, mon ami." (mon ami : my friend in French. I head canon that Will is French)

It takes them the whole day to find the door.

Just because the dryads of Central Park were bored and wanted some distraction. Not only that, some of them are still angry at demigods for hurting their trees during the Battle of Manhattan.

When they finally stand in front of a grand rock, the sun is setting.

Next time Travis comes to New York, he's leaving with that damned park and its blasted spirits burnt to the ground.

"Katie probably wouldn't like that."

"She'll get over it."

"Sure. I'm not healing you when she inevitably stabs you."

"Whatever. Behold the Door of Orpheus !"

"How do we open it ?"

"You have to sing Staying Alive while dancing the Macarena."

"Orpheus didn't know the Macarena, why would it open his door ?"

"Flawless logic doctor, as always. Just sing some of your healing hymns, it should open it."

Will begins to hum softly, his hands glowing golden at the incantations.

When his voice gets louder, his whole body is glowing and yellow flowers erupts from the ground at his feet.

A loud rumble echoes, the rock disappearing to reveal a tunnel going straight to darkness.

"Enjoy the sun while you still can, sunshine. We're going underground."

Will sighs, takes a little moment to feel the sun heating up his skin then follow the son of Hermes in the tunnel.

part 6 posted !

[leventar]

SHIPPING INFO — ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S).

WHAT'S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSES(S)?

it's hard to say because i don't necessarily have otps from a writing standpoint, they kind of evolve depending on the pairing and who i'm writing with, and sometimes my otps become notps depending on the dynamic / plot. tl;dr i just don't default - ship. i write waaaaay too many muses to list them all but from a die - hard, canon brainrot perspective, most of my otps include: naksu / jang uk, katherine / stefan, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, katara / zuko, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, zoya / nikolai, inej / kaz, zero two / hiro, raven / bellamy, catra / adora, malia / stiles, harrowhark / gideon.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

i think i'm down for most things so long as it isn't obviously something that's atrocious ( adult / minor ) or like, a poorly executed oppressor / oppressed. i genuinely like exploring toxic dynamics when it's detached from a romanticized lens, and it's for that reason why i ensure it's a topic i can trust my wps with. this may be an unpopular opinion, but i'm fine with writing cheating. i'm fine with writing unequal distributions of power ( to a certain extent ), i'm fine exploring variations of abuse. it's just that if it's toxic, i tend to keep it toxic. if it veers into actual abuse ( best example i can think of is alina / darkling, i don't write nor ship it but sklsdkldskldskl ), it's not so much a ship but just a subset of an complex one, and won't be resolved to a point of genuine romanticism.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhhhhhh, if they're under 18, i think two years? the age gap widens the older the muses are in a bracket, but i'm generally not an age - gap fan. + / - five - 10 years feels accurate? maximum five if it's like, a muse that's under 25. immortal muses are different and vary based on circumstances.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yeaaaahhhh. yeah. i usually figure out through writing or plotting if there's chemistry to even think about shipping, and i tend to ship with my circle of friends / exclusive shipping partners just because it's always been easier that way. doesn't mean i'm not open! just very chemistry - oriented. we could plot the best thing but if we're not vibing as writing partners when we chat, it won't work.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY'RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

anything past like a full make - out session or questionable touching. i don't smut on dash across any of my blogs, and if i do venture into that territory, it's always suggestive and with my utmost closest wp. but as it stands, i typically don't write anything further than making out or allusions.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE(S) WITH?

refer to the first question, but i really like cross - fandom shipping. i think it's fun and forces people to think outside of the box. i also looooove oc / canon. i'll use this opportunity to say i'm always intrigued with these dynamics: chuuya / yosano, atsushi / lucy, yosano / dazai, lottie / nat, gin / higuchi, malia / kira, nobara / megumi, nobara / yuuji, higuchi / akutagawa. there's more but i'm blanking.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes and no! sometimes it happens naturally, but you can alwayyyyysssss ask to ship. just need to approach with an open mind and understand that i will likely ask that we write first or sus out vibes! if we chat a lot or obviously get along, that makes it a little easier for me to envision a romantic ship!

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

yes! unless stated otherwise, i'm multi - ship by default.

ARE YOU SHIP - OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?

ship more - or - less by default sdlkfjgsdlgkdskl. with my partner and close friends, i tend to be more ship - obsessed because we rot more consistently. but i don't really look to ship romantically at first! i've become more preferential to non - romantic dynamics over the years just because i feel like they get pushed aside or under - appreciated in favor of romantic shipping.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S) ?

for canons, it's naksu / jang uk, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, yosano / dazai, gin / tachihara. for ocs, it's less favoritism but just what occupies my brain currently, fallon / noemi, ushi / mizaru, fumi / seiko, tommy / jay.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

you need to be insane <3

tagging. @qismet , @memuntos , @ephamerel , @starspurn , @omonzuru , @ownlore , @rottedfigs , @ategod , @fatedriven , @yaburnae , and whoeverrrrrrr wants to <3

[clairdelunelove]

A Light in the Fog Pt.II

steve x reader, james x reader, quentin x reader, vittorio x reader, dbd survivor x reader

genre: fluff/comfort, based on gameplay!

warnings: cursing, brief mentions of injury (what's expected in dbd)

synopsis: part two of various dead by daylight men and some adorable interactions you have with them during Trials!

a.n. final part of this series! I know dbd is so niche but it's nice to just write a lil of another hobby I enjoy! thank you for reading! <3

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steve harrington

aka: former jock

it’s a ridiculously rough Trial 

that word couldn’t even begin to describe the atrociousness that was happening 

the Entity chose you to partake in it and unbeknownst to you,, paired you with relatively inexperienced teammates 

being new to Realm was, of course, totally acceptable 

but it proved to have multiple disadvantages 

risky saves, short chases, and miscommunication about generator progress were among the most common occurrences 

this resulted in an increased amount of collective hook stages for each person 

chances of survival were slim 

and, thankfully, you weren’t the only one to acknowledge this frightening notion 

“always the babysitter–” 

the shrill scream of another teammate being hooked elicits steve to repeat himself in a hiss, “always the goddamn babysitter.” 

because the situation’s looking grim while the three of you are repairing a generator together 

fingers tugging at the greasy wires, you glance at your third teammate and utter, “one of us has to get the save. usually the stealthiest one goes.” 

your gaze naturally drifts to your third teammate known for their quiet disposition 

albeit, it comes at the cost of them moving leisurely and unhurriedly,, which is definitely not a current benefit 

“the stealthiest one, really?” steve echoes sarcastically, “they’re giving you a stealthy vibe?” 

he offers them a shrug of indifference, his gray jacket crinkling when he shifts, and the wordless gesture serves as a response to when they’re clearly offended by what he stated 

and although his words are biting (and at the expense of your third teammate) you’re familiar enough with him that it demonstrates his underlying compassion 

he’s immersed in repairing the generator and only casts a glance when you skeptically stare at him, “got any smart ideas then?” 

there’s a couple moments of silence

then, as he drags a gloved hand through his tousled hair, he mentions a solution you wouldn’t have ever contemplated 

“how ‘bout you go for the save, sweetheart,” he pauses to peer up from behind his tinted sunglasses and grins, “you’re stealthy.” 

you let out an ill-concealed scoff, “you think I’m stealthy?” 

“oh yeah, totally,” he nonchalantly shrugs while adding, “stealthy like a ninja.” 

dramatically rolling your eyes at his jest, you still rise to your feet to prepare for the save,, seeking to give the team a chance at turning around the outcome of the Trial 

and just as you’re about to amble away, a hand shoots out to gently grasp onto your wrist 

“hey,” steve’s gaze flits to the ground as his voice drops into a soft murmur, “I trust you to get the save, that’s all.” 

the progression of the generator is long forgotten apparently because he’s risen from his spot beside the machine in order to stop and explain himself to you 

his actions are so abrupt and quick that your eyes widen at the disclosure that tumbles out of his mouth 

even he seems shocked about his behavior 

catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes avoid yours  

his light-washed denim jeans are dirtied from his frenzied movements,, so you reach out a hand to softly brush the dust away and say, “I know.” 

and you do

you know that he’s vigilant of the entire team’s wellbeing 

issuing a final pat on the side of his jeans, you pull away with a quick smile 

his eyes soften at the gesture before he’s placing an encouraging hand on the small of your back as a sendoff, “and be safe, alright?”

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james sunderland

aka: widower of silent hill

“what’re you doing here?” 

the inquiry hisses from james’ mouth as you hastily throw yourself behind a set of lockers 

it’s a narrow, empty space so there weren’t any totems to cleanse or chests to rummage through 

meant to discourage individuals from loitering  

but, lo and behold, your blond teammate is found crouching here 

a shaky exhale escapes your lips and you press a hand over your mouth to minimize the noise before you answer, “running and buying enough time for the others to open the exit gates. what’re you doing here?” 

your words are snappier than you intended but he doesn’t seem to mind because he casually shrugs 

“hiding.” 

and the single word boils your blood 

“we could’ve used your help, you know,” you manage to chastise between hollow breaths 

“I know.” 

and although his light eyes catch the way your brows furrow at his blunt answer, he doesn’t sense the sentiment and instead squats closer to peer out the window 

there’s a small opening that’s perfectly angled toward an exit gate that features three illuminated lights 

it’s powered and ready to be opened 

with his back turned to you, he utters, “I have an idea.” 

there’s a beat of silence and upon not receiving a response from you,, he cranes his neck around to find you already staring at him 

and he’s shocked from your expression 

you’re already frowning at him,, the definition of suspicion in your gaze as you fold your arms across your chest 

“what? don’t worry, I’m not crazy,” his voice dips at the end of his statement, “at least, I don’t think so.” 

james’ fingers reach up to graze the side of his face, twisting away from your scrutiny, and your eyes widen at an observation you haven’t noticed beforehand 

his fingers are trembling 

“hey,” a wave of sympathy hits and you lightly place a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll go first to open the gate. just follow behind me.”

because even if james often acted recklessly or cowardly,, he was still your teammate 

and everyone has a right to secure a chance at surviving the Trial 

after he stiffly nods at your suggestion, the two of you do well at stealthily advancing to the exit gate and only run into trouble when you’re pulling the lever to escape 

a gloved hand grabs onto your forearm, retching you away from the only means of escaping 

and as you’re tugged away, james’ hand immediately shoots out to grab onto yours 

it’s an act of vengeance rather than cowardice 

“stop!” 

james’ vicious command echoes within the barren walls, startling both you and the killer in the process, and he shoves a hand into his jacket pocket 

a distraction 

aiming a flashlight to the killer’s eyes, james ushers you to escape first before he shouts, “and leave us both the hell alone!” 

it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so alive 

he’s brimming with vigilance as his grasp on your hand tightens with newfound fervor 

and as the both of you sprint out of the realm,, you’re too preoccupied from thanking him for saving you that you overlook how his gaze softens when he notices you’re safe and uninjured 

surprisingly, he continues holding your hand until the two of you are situated back at the campfire

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quentin smith

aka: resolute dreamwalker

“we’ve got this. relax.” 

quentin’s soft voice is barely audible over the rapid beating of your heart that thwarts your ability to hear if the killer was approaching 

the panic is setting in 

fortunately, the match was nearing to an end,, a promising conclusion that’s typically followed by being ushered to surround the campfire once again 

relief was common in these circumstances 

it was, however, short-lived 

the end of the match snowballed– spiraling into an uncontrollable mess that you were uneasy about 

hatch, another means of escaping the Trial, was already closed 

hook states were distributed amongst the team and you didn’t want to succumb to sacrifice

that was the worst outcome,, a psychological and emotional damage that was irreversible 

a shaky breath leaves your lips before a gentle hand grasps your forearm 

“we’re gonna be alright.” 

his touch is soothing, warm, and reassuring 

your wide eyes connect with his as he repeats the sentiment 

without exception, quentin continually proves to you that he’s one of the most dependable teammates the Entity could’ve given you 

which doesn’t help with the foolish crush you have on him

his thumb earnestly brushes against your inner wrist, the caress generating warmth to spread within you 

gaze flickering to the necessary task, his other hand yanks the exit gate’s lever down 

incoherent murmurs leave his lips as he counts down the seconds 

time seems to slow 

your heartbeat quickens and the impending sense of doom crashes upon you 

“we won’t make it,” you reproachfully whisper 

your voice gets carried away in a gust of wind 

he’s silent,, working on opening the exit gate, the lights flashing to indicate its progress, before he speaks up, “we’re gonna make it.”

despite the odds, he’s determined 

and when he feels your scrutiny on him, quentin cheekily adds, “okay, look. if we survive then I’ll take you out on a real date.” 

the words spill out of his mouth before he can rationalize it and the significance forces his eyes to widen in bewilderment 

“uh,” the awkward noise gets stuck in his throat, “sorry, that was uncalled for–” 

his candid apology is cut off by your muffled gasp and when his eyes swivel to you,, you hurriedly turn away from him 

funnily enough, the embarrassment of quentin acknowledging your feelings towards him is almost a bigger dilemma than escaping the Trial 

he raises a dark brow and ventures to ask, “unless, you’d like that?”

his inquiry sounds awkward but sensitive– characteristics that are synonymous to quentin  

and you’re inwardly grateful for his prowess at powering the only chance of escape because you implore, “the date thing, is that a promise?” 

there’s a beat of silence and you wonder if the dreamwalker had fallen asleep,, a phenomenon that he typically fights against 

but he’s awake 

he blinks– once, twice, three times– not quite believing his luck before the exit gates open with a puff of ashen smoke 

survival is so close 

freedom is so close 

and he's going to get you out of here

his hold on you gingerly tightens as he shoots you a grin and confesses, “promise.” 

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vittorio toscano

aka: endless wanderer

moonlit nights by the campfire were infrequent but welcomed 

a tranquil hush fell over the group that was gathered there,, doing well by replacing the eeriness with serenity and giving rest to those that needed it 

it’s a controlled environment– the Entity granting a grace period, if you will– to prepare for the next Trial

until you were chosen  

which is exactly why you’re crouched over, whispering to vittorio and pleading to learn more about your current predicament 

“you’ve been here that long?” 

with an assured nod, he allows the nonverbal gesture to demonstrate the truth in his words 

because although he didn’t appear to be the oldest out of all the individuals you’ve seen, the hardness in his gaze reveals otherwise 

he’s seen it all and, notably, remembers it all too 

his hand comes up to card through his silvery hair before he quips, “can’t you tell?” 

and at your muffled giggle, the male shifts closer while lifting a knee to stretch out on the dirt ground

scarlet flames tauntingly lick the logs of wood and the blaze illuminates the lines etched on his face 

allows you to openly stare 

understands to remain silent to let you formulate your thoughts or questions 

politely beckons you to approach him and you take advantage of his lack of attentiveness to study him 

there are trinkets that hang around his neck,, chunks of sterling silver and gems are pressed into pendants that are almost blinding in the fire’s glow 

“and,” your curiosity drives you to point at the symbols marking his skin, “do these have any meaning?” 

the inscriptions have left you wondering about their significance after every Trial 

you catch a glimpse of the symbols hidden underneath his cotton tunic whenever he sprints or jumps far distances

and of course, you’re instantly drawn to them 

they’re mysterious and swirl in unknown patterns that are far from any language you’ve seen 

the ink glows cerulean blue and, with a bated breath, your fingers outstretched to acquire a better look 

he utters a noise of permission and explains, “helps me remember any similarities or differences that I see while searching through the Realms. I wouldn’t want to forget them.” 

and although his reasoning is sound,, he isn’t 

because you’re abruptly moving to kneel beside him to tug at the front of his shirt  

ghosting your fingertips across the markings, he exhales shakily and you instantly pull your hand away 

“sorry! I got carried away,” you sheepishly grin after apologizing, “it’s just pretty.” 

and goodness, he desires to blurt out that you’re only describing yourself 

his pale eyes sweep across the entirety of your face before settling on your lips and answers, “it’s fine. do not worry.” 

but vittorio’s so distracted by the soft curve of your smile that it doesn’t even register that you’re waving farewell to him when you’re shortly called into a Trial 

and his years of endless wandering have taught him a few certainties– that he’ll meet you again 

calling out from over his shoulder, he keenly promises, “I shall look forward to our next meeting!” 

[lokiprompts]

Appropriate - Chapter 3

"Broken Things"

Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.

Chapter Summary: You provide necessary comfort to Loki...and you teach him how to use a cell phone. More of a reader perspective than Loki this time around.

Words. 4k (this story is coming easyyyyy). Other chapters on my tag list.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, Sad Loki, but otherwise no warnings.

Song to listen to while reading: Iris & Jasper

AN: I don't offer taglists anymore. Remember to reblog if you like a writer's work! Comments make my heart go pitter patter.

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            If one thing was true and absolute about you, is that you loved your job and you took it seriously. You had been a social worker for quite a while, almost ten years in total, with most of it in mental health and most recently at the local hospital. Your growing expertise working with enhanced individuals, specifically children, gave you some notoriety that filled your chest with pride. Each child you saw typically had some form of trauma as one usually does when they are enhanced in some way. Living an enhanced life wasn’t easy, especially as a child, and majority of their parents….well, they didn’t know what to do with their own children. Many didn’t have parents or were struggling with the damage they caused due to their uncontrolled abilities. So, they came to you to be connected to the right resources – either Shield or Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. It was your life’s purpose, and you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that.

            Even if that meant working for the Avengers as part of your job. Funding was low for your program, and of course the United States government wanted a slice of the ‘enhanced children program’, but thankfully Tony Stark stepped in. Something about not wanting a repeat of the Sokovia Accords. In exchange for fully funding your program, you would work part time with the Avengers, providing life skills for the ‘Popsicles and Aliens’ and overall care and resource management for the hero squad. Your work with the Avengers was a direct link to your funding source and that meant certain professional parameters as dictated by Tony himself. None of his requests were outlandish and they fit your professional standard anyways, such as no fraternizing with your clients.

            So, when you found yourself outside of Loki’s apartment to take him clothes shopping, you struggled to not let his sleepy, disheveled appearance warm your heart too much. Frankly, he was adorable, but you would never let anyone know that. Especially, not him.

            “Are you ready to go shopping, Loki?” You asked with a bright smile, adjusting the bag you had slung over your shoulder. Shopping days were your favorite. Getting paid to go shop and spend someone else’s’ money? What a dream! And Tony’s budget, or lack thereof, when it comes to the Avenger’s made it especially fun. From what you saw of Loki’s apartment and his clothing situation, he would need every penny.

            He smiled down at you, and you tried to ignore how butterflies fluttered in your stomach, “I am ready for you, Darling.” The sultry purr of his voice was a cute contrast to how he just frantically fixed his crazy curls in front of you. Was the flirtation a mask he wore? To hide his insecurities? You were beginning to think so.

            “Well, unfortunately Loki, you will have to get changed. You can’t wear your leathers out while we are shopping since we have to keep a low profile. I think there was some clothes for you in your closet?”

            Loki’s eyes went wide, “You mean those atrocious rags?! No, I am not wearing those.” He crossed his arms across his broad chest, and it reminded you of a bratty, stubborn child. A grin spread across your face.

            “Okay! No problem. We don’t have to go shopping today. I can contact Thor about getting some things from Asgard for you, but I think it will take a couple of weeks due to his mission schedule. Have a nice day, Loki!” You turned on your heel and promptly left….slowly counting in your mind…3….2…1

            “No-now, hang on a minute!” Loki was running after you, just as you expected. You turned to him and flashed him a smile, “I will wear your tragic Midgardian garments if that means I can leave.”

            “Wonderful! I will wait outside for you.”

            Loki disappeared for a while, his groaning and whining being loud enough to hear from the ajar apartment door your stood by. You covered your mouth to stifle your giggles. He truly was like a giant brat, but it tickled a part of you that you thought you had lost to the great cause of ‘professionalism’. But you had to quickly school your expression when Loki re-emerged from his apartment. The best way you could describe his outfit was simply….tragic.

            The once refined prince who only adorned himself in the finest of fabrics was wearing baggy, black sweatpants. They tapered in at his calves since they were way too short for his long legs. The draw strings were tied tight around his waist, because somehow the pants were simultaneously too short and too big. The fabric bunched around his pelvis and thighs. It gave his once very round, peachy bottom a look that screamed ‘geriatric diaper’.  The top certainly wasn’t any better.

            His upper body was covered with a sweatshirt. It, too, was black, and the front showcased three wolves in various stages of running and howling. Behind them was a glowing, full moon that served as the perfect background for the fantasy garment. Loki looked miserable, fidgeting with the garments until finally decided on rolling up the long sleeves of his sweatshirt to expose muscular forearms.

            “I look ridiculous.” Loki grumbled and you gave him a sympathetic pat on his bicep. The muscles felt good under your fingers, and you could have sworn that you felt him flex. Then, you noticed that he had taken the time to fix up his hair too and you had to suppress your frown. You enjoyed his wild curls.

            “You look great, Loki. Let’s get going, okay?” Just as you began to walk towards the elevator, again having a Norse God in tow, you saw the marks on his wrist in your peripheral. You halted and without even thinking, you grabbed his hands in yours and inspected the spherical burns that laid just below his bangles.  

            “Loki! What happened?” You felt him try to pull his hands away from you, but you held on tight. Even with the dampeners, he was much stronger than you, and so he could easily pull completely away from you should he want to. But something about your reassuring and caring grip was enough for him to relent to your touch.

            “There was a...problem with the tiny oven and I received a shock from these wonderful accessories.” Loki’s eyes were looking everywhere, but at you and he looked…embarrassed? It broke your heart to see him like this. No matter what he did to the damn appliance, it didn’t warrant a punishment not even fit for an animal. It was inhumane! Only through the slight steeling of your eyes did you show any displeasure.

            You flipped his hands, so his palms faced the ceiling. The soft pads of your thumbs rubbed the tense flesh of his hands. His skin felt cold, and there was a slight tremble to his body, but you didn’t acknowledge it out loud. Instead, you tried to soothe him with comforting strokes.

            “Are you in pain? Would you like to go to the Med Bay?” Overall, the wound did not look very concerning, but the red and angry welts that contrasted against his pale skin was enough to provoke the question. You tore your eyes away from his injury, and up at him to find him already looking intently at you. The crystal blues of his eyes that were sleepy just a few moments ago, now looked glassy and filled with unspoken emotion.

            “No,” His voice came out shaky, and it made your heart clench, “It has healed quite a lot since yesterd-“

            You cut him off immediately, “You had this since yesterday?! Did anyone come to check on you?” The tone of your voice unintentionally became harsher the more you thought of how he had to sit with this pain for almost twenty-four hours. It made Loki flinch, and you instantly regretted it.

            “I am not mad at you, Loki,” You clarified, still stroking his hands that still laid in yours, “I just want to know what happened.”

            Loki let out a shuddered exhale, before going into all the details of yesterday. The soup can. The microwave. Falling asleep and the explosion. The Shield Agents and how the bangles shocked him. How Tony and Thor knew, and did offer to bring him to the Med Bay, but he declined. Tears were welling more visibly in the dark princes’ eyes, and each little sniffle from the towering god told you how hard he was willing them to keep from falling. By the end of his tale, he was looking at his shoes, a pair of old sneakers that had seen better days.

            “Look at me, Loki,” you gently ordered, and he instantly complied. The sorrowful look on his face broke your heart, “If anything like this happens again, I want you to call me. It doesn’t matter the time of day or what is going on. I want you to call me. Immediately.”

            Each of your words were spoken fervently and punctuated with gentle squeezes of his hands, hoping to convey your sadness and conviction to help.

            “I would love to, Darling,” A watery chuckle bubbled from his chest, “but I do not have one of those….” His eyes turned to the ceiling, as if the words he was searching for were up there, “Um, one of those small communication devices, you mortals have.”

            “A cell phone?” You clarified, and he smiled down at you. The sight was so welcoming, you found yourself mirroring his happy expression back to him.  

            Loki bit his lip, and his calloused thumbs began caressing your soft skin in return, “Yes, one of those.”

            Feeling him reciprocate your tender caresses set off alarm bells in your head. This felt like crossing a line from a professional soothing her client to something much more…intimate. You retracted your hands from his, and you saw the frown that appeared on his already somber face. It made you feel a twinge of guilt, but you had to stay focused.

            “If you are okay with still going shopping, I would like to take a small detour to my office. I have a cell phone there I could give you.”

            He nodded his head and followed behind you, again making your way towards the elevator and entering together. You pressed the button of floor forty-three and stepped back as the elevator quietly whirred and began its decent from Loki’s higher floor. While you were just getting to know Loki, you could tell that he was being uncharacteristically quiet. He held his hands behind his back, his chest puffed out, but his head down and his eyes focused on the floor. The god who once commanded a city to kneel, looked like a kicked dog.

            “You know, you can visit me in my office if you ever need anything. I am only here part time, and if I am here, I tend to be working with one of the Avengers….” You sighed, “I guess that isn’t too often, is it?”

            The corner of his lip twitched upward, just a bit and you took it as a massive win, “No, I suppose not, but I appreciate the invitation nonetheless.”

            The elevator dinged and Loki motioned for you to step off first. You took a sharp right off the elevator and you, and the god found yourselves in a hallway lined with offices. Loki took notice of the various plaques and titles ranging from public relations to quality control, until finally you reached your office, room twenty-one. You twisted around the bag that was still slung over your shoulder and started to dig through it, looking for your keys. Having a heart of gold and caring for others came easy for you, but staying organized? That skill clearly missed you. You started to dig more aggressively, instantly regretting how you decided to through your whole life in this bag. With each clang of various items in your bag, you silently swore to yourself that you will change. That you will take time when you get home to properly organize our life. You knew you wouldn’t, but it was a sweet promise to yourself either way.

            You got so frustrated that you crouched down on the floor and unceremoniously dumped the contents of the bag on the carpet that lined the hallway. Of course, it was at that moment that one of your co-workers passed by your embarrassing display. The shrill sound of Alice from Public Relations gave her away without you having to even look. Honestly, you couldn’t stand that woman.

            “Lost your keys again, eh, Y/N?”

            You groaned, “It appears so.” You tried to ignore the fact that Loki was hovering above you, hands in his sweatpants pockets and looking everywhere than down at you. The lack of his audience was appreciated.

            “Are you still bringing in your incredible cheesecake tomorrow, Y/N?”

            You rolled your eyes, “Not if I can’t find my keys, Alice.” The professional exterior waning and giving way to obvious annoyance. Something about this woman just grinds your gears and you were finding that you didn’t care if Loki saw it.

            Suddenly, your keys appeared in front of your face. You turned your head to see that Loki was now crouching next to you and had easily plucked out the keys from your dumped chaos and presented them to you. His face held no judgement, if anything it reflected a tenderness that made your heart pound in your chest.

            “Thank you,” You whispered. He just nodded at you as you scooped everything back into your bag, lying to yourself that you will deal with the task of organizing it later. Both of you stood and with a jingle of keys, you opened your office and stepped inside. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Alice before you closed your door behind you.

            You made quick work of looking around your office for the cell phones you keep for clients for situations such as this. While you looked around your office that looked quite like the state of your bag, Loki took the liberty to look around. There were two very generous south facing windows and the whole line of glass was covered with various plants of sizes and types. So, much so that your coworkers always joked about the ‘jungle’ you kept in your office. But you didn’t mind it, they brought you peace and you liked watching them grow. The centerpiece was your prized pothos, a plant that you had for almost a decade and its vines and leaves touched the floor. Awards and framed recognitions graced one of your other walls, a proud display of your hard work and dedication to your field. In between your awards, was artwork from local artists. Some abstract paintings you bought at a street fair, a photograph you purchased on vacation, and wall sculptures that made you think of nature were a few of the unique pieces of your collection.

            “I am sorry about the tiny oven, Y/N.” Loki said, breaking the silence that had come between you two as you quested for the cell phone. You paused your search and turned to him, who was intently looking at one of your framed degrees.

            “What do you mean?”

            He turned to you, a ‘kicked dog’ expression once again on his face, “It was destroyed due to my foolish actions, after you were so kind to educate me. I sincerely apolo-”.

            As quick as your short legs could take you, you crossed your office and stopped in front of him, essentially cutting him off.

            “Listen, Loki. Do not apologize to me. Mistakes happy and I understand that.” You found yourself reaching for his hand again but decided against it. The hand felt twitchy by your said, “But that is just a thing, Loki. Things can be replaced. You are more important than a thing and I am just glad that you are safe, okay?”

            He nodded, letting his somber expression to fade away and give way to a comfortable quiet again. For a while, all you heard were the rustling of papers as you continued looking for the cellphone.

            “So…you are quite successful, love plants,” Loki chuckled, breaking the silence. His finger gently toyed with a leaf of a spider plant that sat elegantly in its ‘grow dammit’ pot, “Really love plants and you have an eye for art.”

            He turned to you with a quirky, surprised expression, “And apparently, you’re an amazing baker.”

            You whipped around with a wide grin, the prize cell phone finally in your grip, “Don’t tell anyone, but that woman doesn’t deserve my cheesecake. I plan on conveniently forgetting.”

            He laughed again and you noticed that the tension and sadness that consumed him for the better part of the morning had started to dissipate, “Your secret is safe with me, Darling.”

            Ripping open the box, you pulled out an old flip phone. The Avengers always had a stash of burner phones for missions, and thankfully you were able to get a bit of that stash to help some of your clients who were lacking. Unfortunately, Tony made it very clear that Loki was not to get any kind of smartphone despite your pleas. It made your job a whole lot easier if your client could learn how to do their own research. The goal was independence, and Tony was hindering that and it frustrated you to no end.

            Loki’s eyes were locked on you as you powered the phone up. You pressed a few buttons and then extended your arm, holding the phone up and flashing a bright smile. The god didn’t say a word as he watched your every move, but the confusion was evident on his face. You inspected the photo you took of yourself on his new phone and hummed, deeming it acceptable and handing it to the god.

            “This is your phone. Your phone number is here,” You pointed to the nine-digit number that was labeled on the back of the phone, “This is how you can call me. You press the green button to initiate the call.” You demonstrated for him and a small, pixelated photo of yourself appeared on the tiny screen along with your name. A tender smile graced Loki’s lips at the sight of your happy face. Behind you, a Fleetwood Mac melody echoed in your bag from your work cellphone.

            “That’s you calling me. I will be sure to add your number, so I know it’s you calling.” You went through a few more basic things including how to take a photo, and his camera roll that had you as its first picture.

            “Shouldn’t I grace your communication device with an image of myself as well? If that is customary for Midgardians?”

            This was an unexpected quandary. There was a clear, professional line you did not like to cross, but you also did not see the hurt of having Loki’s face on your work cell phone. You turned and dug again into your bag. Finding your cell phone went a lot easier than finding your keys. Since it was a smart phone, it was a bit more complicated and so you set it up the camera and told him what button to push.

            His large hands took the device from yours, fingers brushing in the exchange. Loki modeled your behavior from earlier and held out the camera in front of him, before furrowing his brows and deciding that a placement in front of your hanging spider plant was the better option. A bright, award-winning smile stretched across his face, and you couldn’t help but smile, too, at his joy. He pressed the button and took the photo.

            His picture was still on your screen when he handed the phone back to you. Now that it was back in your hands, you were able to take a better look at it. With the angle that Loki took the photo, it looked like the spider plant spread out from his head like a crown of fresh greenery. The contrast of green against his black tresses making you grin.The image of the wolves howling to the full moon on his chest, just slightly out of frame, but enough of a reminder that it was there.

            It was perfect. But the sight of Loki’s joy stirred something inside of you.

            “If you don’t mind, Loki, I must make a quick phone call and then we can head to the store. Would you mind waiting outside? It will just be a few moments.”

            Loki frowned but nodded at your request and let himself out of your office, closing the door behind him.

            As soon as the door latched behind your client, you angrily pushed on the screen of your phone and pulled up a number from your contact list. You worried your lip between your teeth and your foot started to tap anxiously on the floor as the anger that you suppressed started to bubble back up.

            “What’s up, Y/N?” Tony’s voice rang through your phone. He sounded preoccupied, but you didn’t care. You were about to unleash hell.

            Before you even started, your eyes flitted to your closed office door, acutely aware that Loki was likely standing on the other side of it. You whisper screamed, “How can you put a shocking mechanism in Loki’s dampeners?!”

            You could practically hear the eyeroll on the other side of the line, “We need to make sure he doesn’t do anything while he is here. Don’t forget that he tried to take over New-“

            “He was mind controlled!” You snapped; the volume of your voice a bit louder than you had intended. You looked back at the door, half expecting it to be opened by Loki since you clearly talking about him. The door remained closed, and you went back to scolding your semi-boss with an aggressive whisper.

            “He was mind controlled and you know it! Even so, this is no way to treat a person, no matter what he has done. I am pretty sure you are committing a slew of human right’s violations – AH, and don’t get into how he isn’t human. I don’t care. It isn’t right!”

            Tony tried to interject, but you refused, your words flying out of your mouth without fully processing them, “I fully expect that feature to be removed from those damn bracelets immediately.”

            The billionaire’s laugh rang in your ear, “And what if I don’t?”

            “Then I will quit.” At this point, you had begun to pace your office, your emotions grabbing the steering wheel of the phone call and fully taking over. You were always very protective of your clients, but something about Loki brought out a new feral beast ready to rip out throats. Damn the costs!

            There was a beat of silence, before Tony continued. Every word he spoke was slow, as if he was choosing his words carefully, “So, you will risk losing funding for your Enhanced Children’s program for a war criminal? That’s what you’re going with?”

            “No! It is you who is risking the world knowing that Stark Industries, and by proxy The Avengers, is committing human rights violations and is pulling funding for a vital children’s program to prevent that information from being leaked out,” You rushed out in one breath, “What about the children, Tony? Tsk, Angelia Jolie would disapprove.”

            Tony groaned, and you smirked. You got him. “If I do this, then you will be responsible for him, you understand? You will vouch for him?”

            “I will vouch for him.”

            “Fine. This must go through a few other levels first, but I will do all that I can to make it happen.” His tone was sincere, and you knew his blunt personality wouldn’t care enough to spare your feelings and lie. It was enough, for now. You thanked Tony and hung up the phone. The thumping of your heart was still echoing in your ears, finally processing the risk you took just now.  You gave yourself a much-needed moment to collect your thoughts and emotions and found yourself staring again at the back of your office door. Now, you were responsible for Loki. Was that the right choice? Would he let you down? You smiled. No, he wouldn’t.

After a long exhale and grabbing your bag, you opened your office door to see Loki jump away, looking like the cat caught with the canary. For a moment you debated if you wanted to ask him how much her heard, before ultimately deciding against it. Instead, you smiled at him, and he beamed right back at you, like he was positively delighted to be standing outside your office with his wolf sweatshirt.

            “Are you ready to go, Loki?”

            “Lead the way, Darling.”

[growling]

kokolight (vivia x yuma ) annnnd kokohell

kokolight:

Don’t Ship I

1. Why don’t you ship it?

Vivia is such a nothing character to me there is nothing that would make me in any way interested in whatever it is he has to say. I hope a lammergeier drops a turtle on him. Also I usually do not care for the agency I am so sorry Yomi brain makes me violent

2. What would have made you like it?

if Vivia tried to kill him more times and more violently. or if he showed any amount of interest in Yuma before chapter 4. or if Vivia wasn't Vivia but was instead replaced by director of the peacekeepers Yomi Hellsmile from Master Detective Archives: Rain Code

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

ummmmmmm uhhhhh well its not atrocious. it doesn't make me mad or anything i guess the height difference is poggers as always. i appreciate the murder

kokohell:

Ship It

1. What made you ship it?

mashing the main boy and the (secondary) antagonist together the old sacred fandom tradition. aside from that i do not rember :( also vibes.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

auuughhhh uhhh where do i start. you'll have to ask me in a hyperspecific way if you want any coherent answer... guess the height difference is poggers as always. yuma could just walk up into his cape pull it over himself and just hide there . and the fact that yuma is just makoto with a few less extra steps. would yomi just start noticing little things that make him always get reminded of makoto for some reason, or is he just near completely oblivious and if/when he finds out that yuma is his original would he go through all five stages of grief aka denial, denial, denial, denial and acceptance. also i BEG all of the raincoders to just think a little while longer about homunculus x human relationships. like... how does yomi handle the whole *gestures* thingy. or does he not handle it. the dynamic is also real funny and glorious and i (or we... whatever.....) think i popped off with this one. yomi deserves a pathetic tiny fragile purse dog he can pick up like a hamburger and carry everywhere to show off to people like "check out my little pogchamp isnt he so mouse shaped" and yuma deserves an extremely aggressive large guard dog that meows sometimes because good lord that scrawny thing needs at least some semblance of protection at all times. and i said semblance because yomi gets punched once and falls over on the ground scream crying he will not save him in a dire situation. its moreso the intimidation factor you know the illusion of safety. he won't actually be safe with him alone they need a goon entourage. also i made up an entire kokohell au once where yuma instead becomes a peacekeeper and steals seth's job i guess thats also a thing

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

are there. any popular opinions on kokohell. its just me, three other guys on tumbler, and one other japanese guy from pixiv/twitter that draws them with more raw skill than leonardo da vinci. yuma tops