#because that is usally what it means

[biblicallyaccurateslut]

That album title is sooo gay

[nanamistiee]

how the jjk men would react to you crawling in their laps + being cute // headcanons

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ soft ( + slight nsfw for toji hehehe ) jjk men as your boyfriend head canons ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ satoru: ) ✧  honestly? you crawling into his lap would take him by surprise. normally HE'S the clingy one. satoru is all about physical affection, touch, and pda so the moment you're crawling into his lap, he's wrapping his arms around you and peppering your skin with kisses. you are NOT going anywhere, either. he's decided he's holding you captive and there's nothing you can do about it, so expect to be stuck on the couch or wherever you're at for the next couple hours.

satoru is a super goofy lover, too, so you best believe he's 'booping' you on the nose and telling you you're beautiful, cute, pretty, or a combination of all three. he's also pretty big on braiding your hair, even if it looks absolutely awful.

honestly, out of all of the jjk men, he's also the one most likely to ask you to do this, too. he'll be sitting on the couch looking at you like you're his entire world (which you are) and he'll just "c'mere." and practically demand that you crawl in his lap bc he can't get enough of you.

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ suguru: ) ✧  suguru isn't super big on touch -- it's just not his thing. he's not clingy and absolutely nothing like satoru as a boyfriend. HOWEVER this does not mean he's opposed to this, because he's not. honestly, he's the one most likely to tilt his head like a confused puppy and ask what you're doing with a big ol' smile on his face. but, he still accepts you with open arms.

his touches are light and gentle. he's gently stroking your arm or lightly playing with your hair. he's not big on touch, but that doesn't mean he can't keep his hands off of you. no, when you're the one initiating the contact, he's like putty in your hands. he'll rest his chin on the top of your head and ask you to stay there forever; all of his demons and dark-natured thoughts go away so long as you're there with him.

suguru is big on deep conversations so don't be surprised if the minute you're looking at him with doe eyes, he starts telling you you're beautiful + the girl he wants to marry. hell, he might even start brainstorming what colors you two would choose for your flowers at your venue. to him, there's nothing better than these sappy and sweet conversations late at night where he can talk about your future together and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ kento: ) ✧  this is kento's favorite thing you can do, honestly. especially if it's after a long and exhausting day after work. he won't exactly ask for it, for he knows you're just as busy and exhausted as him, but, he can't lie. the minute he catches you in the corner of his eye heading up to him, he's setting his book -- cup of tea -- whatever it may be, down so that you can crawl into his lap with ease.

immediately, kento is breathing a sigh of relief, especially if you have a smile on your face; he's looking into your sparkling eyes and he wouldn't dare look away. it's like instant serotonin for him, truthfully. you immediately wash all of his stress away and he's so thankful for it. he's wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. he's not exactly one to voice his needs and wants -- no, you're his sole focus so no matter how tired he might be, he's still worrying about you. he's kissing you on your forehead and asking you every last detail about your day. kento can listen to you talk for hours. he's pretty quiet so he's usally just the kind of guy to nod along and keep eye contact with you so you know he's listening (not that you'd ever have to question it!) but even he can't help himself from interrupting you to tell you just how lucky he is to have you in his lap right now.

as a matter of fact, he's begging you to stay exactly where you are. he'll wrap his hands around your waist and position you just right so the two of you can cuddle on the couch. as a matter of fact, he's even placing a takeout order so you two can stay right where you are; he's savoring every last minute of spending time with you. you try to protest? nope, don't even bother. he's shutting you up with a kiss so you have no say in the matter.

━━━ ( ⋆｡°✩ toji: ) ✧  don't let him fool you, toji is a sap. honestly, i don't even think you'll get a chance to crawl into his lap. no, the minute he sees you, he's throwing you over his shoulder because toji is an aggressive and demanding boyfriend -- in the sense that he'll throw you onto the couch wwe-style with a big ass smile on his face, or wait until you walk by just close enough so he can snatch you by the waist and pull you into his lap -- he can't even lie to you, your surprised squeals are absolutely adorable and he can't stop himself from doing this, no matter how many times you've "toji, you scared the HELL outta me!"

on the off chance that you actually get to crawl into his lap, though, toji's gonna pretend like he's all annoyed. 'oh come oonnnn.' he's protesting and whining but the minute you look up at him and giggle, he's folding. he's complaining about your eyes and how you're looking at him -- 'not those eyes' -- but you know he's absolutely loving every minute of it. he's just gotta keep up with the tough guy act for a bit. he's gonna complain the entire time but god forbid you actually try to get up and go anywhere. have you seen those hands?? those arms?? he's so strong. you're not going anywhere, babes. he'll even tell you such. to double down on this, he's already touching your shoulders, your neck, etc -- just know the massages would go crazy!! he's absolutely head over heels for you so he's doing ANYTHING to get you to turn into putty in his big hands.

toji is such a tease. he can't help himself when you're in his lap -- he's whispering something about your ass is in his lap or how your head is in his lap in your ear because he knows it's gonna make you all red. he can't help himself. you're hot and he simply cannot go without letting you know this.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ thanks for reading owo my ask box is always open !! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[jobean12-blog]

The Road to Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)

Word Count: 3,008

Summary: You work at the local bar and things are usally pretty boring and quiet until you get a new customer who appears to be a grump but when it comes to you it’s a whole different story...

Author’s Note: So Pedro’s new Esquire shoot nearly killed me but also inspired me and thanks to my lovely friends @beccablogsthings​ @laineyreads​ @justkinsey​ for sharing their amazing brains and thoughts I did my first AU with Joel. And thank you to my sweet Ali @flordeamatista​ for sharing some extra goodies with me to help! This one photo belong just screamed Biker AU, between the tight pants and leather jacket...I mean🥵Anyway, enough of my rambling! Thank you all so much for reading! Much lovel always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: softness and fluff, lots of flirting and protective!Joel 

Thanks to Esquire for the photo below: 

Joel Miller Masterlist

“Why are biker dudes always so grumpy?”

You turn to your friend Jade and it takes you a moment to realize why she made her comment. You follow her line of sight to the small group of bikers that are playing pool at the back end of the bar.

“They look like they’re having fun,” you reply.

“Not that guy,” Jade says, discreetly motioning to the one sitting on the last stool closest to the pool tables.

His legs are spread wide under the bar top, his jeans clinging to his thick thighs like a second skin and his heavy black leather boots resting on the stool’s bottom bar. The leather jacket he’s wearing is tight along his broad shoulders and worn and soft looking in all the right places.

You don’t answer her and keep your eyes on him, unabashedly letting your gaze wander down his body and back up again.

When you reach his face he’s staring back.

And he smirks.

“Ok never mind,” Jade giggles. “He smiles but apparently only at you.”

You give him a small wave and smile before turning to your friend. “What?”

“Exactly,” she answers with a grin. “Do you know him?”

“Oh she knows him,” you other friend Dan sings as he whizzes by, precariously balancing several drinks in his hands.

“Who?” you ask, still lost in your haze of lewd thoughts.

“The biker dude…the one that only smiles at you,” Jade repeats. “Dan says you know him.”

“Dan…?”

Dan runs by again. “You know…your biker boyfriend that’s been coming in every weekend for the last month. Poor Jade has been missing out on all the fun because she usually works weeknights.”

Dan’s gone again before you can add that the hot biker is not your boyfriend. Unfortunately.

“Oh,” you exclaim as you move down the bar and grab empty glasses. “That’s Joel…and he’s not a dude. That, my friends, is a man.”

“Mm you’re right,” Jade agrees, grinning harder. “And you clearly have the hots for him.”

“What?” you say again, the empty beer mugs clanking in your hands.

“She so does,” Dan says, blowing you a kiss before he starts helping a customer.

“Is it possible for you to form a coherent thought when he’s in the same room?” Jade teases.

You huff and blow a raspberry in her direction. “It’s Dan’s fault. He keeps doing fly bys!”

Both you and Jade cover your mouths to stifle your giggles and Dan looks over with his own mischievous smile.

After cleaning up the bar and collecting any stray tips you slide up next to Jade as she fills some mugs.

“I think the biker dudes,” and you laugh after saying it, “need some refills.”

“Great, that’s all you babe,” she says. “I have to see this.”

You roll your eyes and saunter over to the pool tables, making your rounds and asking who wants what. When you reach Joel he leans back on his stool, one large hand still curled around his glass of whiskey and the other now resting on his thigh.

“Hey sunshine,” he says.

“Hi Joel. Can I get you another?”

Your eyes slide to his empty glass before settling back on his face. He studies you, his eyes glittering.

“How much longer is your shift?” he asks.

“Another hour or so,” you answer, raising your brows at his seemingly random question.

“Then I’ll have another,” he says, nodding his head in thanks.

You reach for his empty glass, your fingers brushing along his rough knuckles and you suck in a breath at the sensation, your lips parted when you catch his knowing smile.

You hurry off and try to brush past Jade but she follows you all the way down the bar with Dan in tow.

“He’s still smiling,” she says with glee.

“HE IS!” Dan squeals.

“Is he?” you ask, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Yep,” Jade replies, popping the p.

With a new glass of whiskey you walk back to Joel, trying to ignore the feel of your friends eyes on your back and their distant chatter.

“Here you go, anything else?” you ask him.

“Thanks sunshine,” he says, eyeing you over the rim of his glass as he takes a long sip.

His neck muscles flex with every swallow and you watch the chords shift as he tilts his head back, finishing it in one long gulp.

“I’ll take one more,” he winks and licks his lips.

“You got it,” you breathe out and practically run off, forgetting to take his empty glass.

After serving Joel his third drink you check on the other guys before making the rest of your rounds. Once everyone has a drink in hand you start to wipe down the bar.

“We need some music,” Jade says when she starts to help.

Dan agrees with enthusiasm and you say, “good idea. I’ll be right back.”  

You walk toward the old Juke Box and start to shuffle through the songs.

Just when you think you’ve decided on a song you feel a presence behind you and turn to see your ex smiling at you.

“Jeff?”

“Hey baby,” he croons, reaching for you.

You step out of his grasp and put some distance between the two of you.

He makes a face, his expression losing it’s smile and turning hard.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his tone mocking.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, taking a step back for every step he takes toward you.

“Came to see you,” he drawls. “Missed you.”

“Jeff,” you warn. “It’s over. It’s been over. You need to leave.”

You don’t even notice that the bar’s gone quiet and everyone is watching the scene unfold. Jade and Dan rush out from behind the bar to go to you but Joel stands from his seat and motions for them to stay put.

Jeff reaches for you again, this time wrapping his large hand around your arm and yanking you closer.

“Don’t embarrass me baby,” he growls.

“Get your hands off of me,” you hiss, trying to pull away.

“You heard her,” a gruff voice says from bedside you. “Hands off.”

You turn to see Joel standing next to you, his expression cold and hard as he stares at Jeff.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jeff asks, looking Joel up and down.

“Doesn’t matter,” Joel answers, folding his large arms across his chest. “She doesn’t want you touchin’ her. Now get your hands off her before I break ‘em.”

Jeff’s grip loosens with his surprise and you rip yourself away.

Joel eyes shift to you.  “You ok darlin’?”

You nod and take a step toward Joel.

“This your new man?” Jeff snarls as he clenches his fists.

“That’s none of your business,” Joel answers for you. “Now get out.”

Without warning Jeff lunges at Joel but he’s not quick enough and before you can even figure out what happened, Jeff is laid out on the floor, holding his jaw and muttering curses. The rest of the bikers are now standing behind Joel, their expressions menacing as Joel bends down and gets into Jeff’s face.

“She doesn’t want you anymore. And when a lady tells you to get your hands off, you get your hands off…you understand me?”

Jeff just stares at Joel with hatred, his teeth gritted.

“I asked you a question,” Joel growls.

Jeff’s eyes move to the rest of the bikers and he sits up, spitting on the floor.

“Yea, I heard ya,” he grunts. “She ain’t worth it anyway.”

Jeff jumps to his feet and gives you one last disgusted look before striding out of the bar. Joel goes to follow him but you grab his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

His face softens and he closes his fingers around yours.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asks again.

“Where are you going?”

“He can’t talk to you like that,” Joel grits out, taking a step away.

“Please,” you say quietly. “He’s the one that’s not worth it.”

Joel studies you for a long moment, his gaze intense and when he sees your eyes start to water he tilts his head in understanding and gently wraps an arm around your waist.

“Alright sunshine. I won’t. But if I ever see him come near you again…”

“I give you permission to totally kick his ass,” you say, trying to hide your face as you wipe away a stray tear.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, pulling you away from the Juke box toward a more secluded spot. “It’s ok darlin. He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Joel glances at your arm but thankfully there are no marks where Jeff grabbed you.

“No, just scared me more than anything.”

“Ok then,” Joel says softly. “You ok to finish your shift?”

“Yea definitely. It’s a good distraction.”

Joel smiles and you lean into him, the smell of spice and leather enveloping your senses, and kiss his scruffy cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime sunshine,” he says with a wink.

Once Dan and Jade are convinced you’re ok they both start swooning over how Joel stepped in and punched Jeff.

“I wish I could have seen it,” you say almost dreamily. “I was just so stunned by it all it never even registered.”

“Well, I saw it,” Dan says, “and let me tell you…it was HOT.”

You see Jade glance behind you and your eyes go wide.

“Will you two quit it! He’s going to think I’m crazy!” you chide.

The rest of your shift is uneventful and as you’re walking out of the back room, bag in hand, you search for Joel but much to your disappointment you don’t see him anywhere in the bar.

“He walked out while you were getting your things,” Jade says lightly, as if she can sense your disappointment. “I’m sure he’ll be back.”

“Yea,” you answer vaguely. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

You hug Dan and Jade before walking toward the door, your head down as you start to make your way down the street.

“Where are you runnin’ off to sunshine?”

At the sound of Joel’s voice you whirl around and find him leaning against his motorcycle.

“Home,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

His legs are crossed at the ankles and his hands are resting along his bike. His mussed hair moves gently in the light breeze and his jacket is unzipped to reveal his tight black tee beneath.

He’s making it hard to concentrate.

“Let me give you a ride,” he murmurs.

Your eyes widen and he pushes off the bike, walking over and standing in your space.

He reaches up to take your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to gently press them against your palm. That’s when you see his knuckles, torn up and crusted with dried blood.

“Joel,” you gasp, flipping your hand to hold his and delicately grazing his knuckles.

He slowly follows your gaze, offering you a lopsided smirk before he assures you, “I’m fine sunshine. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“But you need to clean it and wrap it,” you tell him closing your hand around his.

“Let me take ya home and then I’ll get it taken care of.”

“I’ve never ridden a bike before,” you admit.

Joel dips his head, brushing his lips along your jaw before they meet your ear.

“Lookin’ forward to being your first, darlin.”

Your lips part with your inhale and when he brings his head back and meets your eyes you tremble at the heat you find simmering.

Joel tears his eyes away to grab his helmet from the handlebars and puts it on your head. He fixes the straps carefully and gently, like you’re precious, and it makes you feel warm all over.

“You’re gonna need a jacket too,” he says.

“I didn’t bring one. It’s usually warm when I walk home.”

“You can have mine.”

He shrugs off his leather jacket and rests it over your shoulders, the worn and soft leather molding to your body and wrapping you in his distinct scent.

It’s the first time you’ve seen him without a jacket or long-sleeved shirt and when you catch sight of the tattoos lining his sculpted arms it just about sends you reeling.

You breathe out a curse.

“You okay?” he asks with a smirk playing on his lips.

“I like your ink,” you tell him, reaching out to trace your fingertips over one of the pieces that covers his bicep.

“You should see the rest of them,” he simpers.

His muscle flexes under your touch and you instinctively dig your fingers into his skin.

“I’d like that,” you hum.

This time he mutters a curse and starts to help you into his jacket, zipping it up slowly and stopping just below your collarbone.

“That should keep ya warm enough,” he muses, looking you over.

“I like you in my jacket,” he murmurs, letting his eyes linger before he checks the straps on your helmet one more time.

Then he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth before he turns and throws one long leg over his bike.

You tell him your address and get on behind him, having seen enough movies to know that much, and spread your legs wide to accommodate the large bike and his hips.

Unsure of where to put your arms you’re thankful when he grabs your hands and pulls them around his middle.

“Hold on tight, sunshine,” he says. “Tap my stomach if you need me to stop and watch the pipes, they get hot.”

He looks down at the large chrome pipes on the side of the bike.

“Okay,” you reply, your voice slightly shaky with nerves.

You bury your face against his back, the thin material of his tee shirt doing little to hide the muscles beneath but before you can really enjoy the feeling the bike roars to life and he pulls away from the sidewalk.

Your whole body vibrates with the action and the sensation makes you squeeze him tighter. You can feel his laughter just before he opens the throttle and takes off.

He takes the long way to your house and when he slows down and kills the engine you still don’t let go of him.

With a press of his palm to your hands you reluctantly let go, your legs wobbly as you try to hop off the bike. He quickly grabs your waist and helps you off, sliding one hand along your arm until he holds your hand in his.

“So?” he asks, his eyes twinkling.

“That was kinda fun…I’d do it again.”

At that, he gives you a real smile, one that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.

“That’s good sunshine. I’ll take you for a ride anytime you want.”

His last words come out like a purr and you’re glad for the hold he has on your hand to keep you standing upright.

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth and lower your lashes, tugging him toward your house. You stop at the door and pull your bag in front of you, searching for your keys.

“I can’t seem to find my damn…” you start to mutter, ready to turn your bag over and dump it out.

With a frustrated sigh you turn to face him, finding very little space between your bodies. You realize there is nowhere to go as you press yourself into the door, Joel’s body almost touching yours.

The first thing you feel is the strength of his hand around your bicep and the other wrapping around your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.

Your bag drops to the floor and you cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands on your body holding you against him and it all overpowers you and you make a throaty sound you can’t control.

His hand at the back of your neck tightens and he groans low, the sound of it skimming down your spine. His kiss grows deeper and more demanding, long enough to steal your breath and you slide your hands over his shoulders and into his hair.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His own are dark, his lashes lowered over them as he traces his lips with his tongue. His hands settle at your waist and he rests his forehead to yours.

“Joel?” you whisper.

When he lifts his head he gently releases you, his eyes washing over you with a slightly pained expression.  

“I’m a gentleman,” he says with a wry smile. “Let me at least take you out first.”

Everything about him screams that he wants to kiss you again but somehow he keeps his distance.

“Right, a date,” you says breathlessly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy hair.

Before you’ve fully recovered from the first kiss he has you pressed against the door again, his thumb tucked under your chin as his lips trail down the column of your neck. His hands slide lower, stroking your curves as his lips find the spot just below your ear and he whispers, “if I don’t go now…”

“Right…a gentleman…” you gasp, arching into him.

He pulls away, his eyes telling you everything he’s thinking.

Your knees are wobbly and you catch the doorframe with a sigh.

“Thank you again. For coming to my rescue.”

“Like I said, anytime sunshine,” he reminds you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…”

It’s more of a question than a statement and for a brief moment you see a soft vulnerability flicker across his features.

“Of course,” you answer. “My shift starts at five.”

You lift your hand, brushing your fingers through his beard and then running them across the lines of his face, feeling the softness of his lips beneath your thumb. He reaches up and catches your hand, tugging it to his mouth and kissing across your knuckles.

“See you then sunshine and keep the jacket.”

@justkinsey @sstan-hoe​ @blackwidownat2814​

[harlowsbby]

Morning Routines

“I can’t believe I’m up this early.” Jack groaned and leaned against the countertop in your shared bathroom.

“You said you wanted to get up with me.” You laughed and handed him his toothbrush as well as your toothbrush before putting toothpaste on it.

Ever since you did your nighttime routine with Jack he’s been trying to wake up to do your morning routine with you and since he had a few days off he decided to wake up today and do it with you which he knew he’d regret soon enough.

“So what do you usally do first? Besides brushing your teeth.” He asked and placed down his toothbrush once he was finished brushing his teeth.

“Usually I’d take a shower but I already did that last night so I usually drive over to Starbucks and get some coffee.” He nodded.

“Sounds easy enough.” You smirked. “But you’re gonna be ordering my drink for me instead.” He groaned because you knew you did the most when it came to your orders.

“Babe, you know you have the most complicated orders right?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket and slippers and headed outside to Jack’s car.

“You wanted to be apart of my morning routine so stop nagging and let’s go.” You told him and got inside the car.

“I just know I’m going to regret this.” He mumbled to himself and got inside the car, on the drive there you had told him your order.

The entire time Jack made sure to repeat your order over and over again in his head but when he pulled up to the speaker box it was if the entire order was no longer memorizable.

“Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you today?” The lady sweetly asked. Jack looked at you and back at the speaker box and gulped he had no idea what he was getting.

“Can I get a.. can I get shit.” You covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.

“I’m sorry sir but we don’t have that here.” The lady joked making Jack’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, can I get a strawberry latte iced coffee.” You looked at him as if he had three heads.

“Jack, you’re kidding right? What even is that.” His eyes went wide. “I mean no I don’t want that.” He quickly told the lady.

“Do you need a minute sir?” The lady spoke.

“No it’s okay I think I got it now.” He quickly turned back to you.

“Babe, can you repeat your order.” You decided to give him a break and leaned over him a bit to give the lady your order.

“I just need a iced white mocha with sweet cold foam please.”

“And what size?”

“A grande please and thank you.”

“Alright we’ll see you at the window.” Lady said.

Jack’s cheeks were red from embarrassment as he pulled forward. “I have a feeling you enjoyed watching me struggle.” He stated.

“I did but it was very cute that you tried.” You coo’d.

Once you got your drink the two of you headed back come where you usually played music and started cleaning up the house.

“Separate your clothes from my clothes and make sure the whites and separated from the colors.” You were putting Jack on laundry duty. “Why can’t I wash everything together? Wouldn’t that make it much more easier.” He asked.

“Jack, are you being serious right now? If you put white clothing with colored clothing it’ll turn the whites all different types of colors especially with the pink and red clothing.”

“You know if you help me it’ll make this entire process go even faster.” You huffed. “I don’t get help when you’re out on tour or at the studio all day, I have to do this all alone and so can you.”

“Well what are you going to do?” He asked and you smiled. “I need to catch up on a few shows so when you’re done you’ll know where to find me.” You palce a kiss on his lips and went into the living room.

He stood there in disbelief for a few seconds but nonetheless started working on the laundry when he was finally done he groaned at how stiff his muscles left.

“Baby, I’m done with the laundry I’m hungry you wanna go get some food.” When you didn’t answer he made his way into the living room.

“Bab-.” He stopped talking when he saw your sleeping form on the couch. A bag of now empty chips laid on your chest.

He smiled and shook his head at you. “You’re something else you know that.” He whispered to himself and removed the bag of chips and placed a blanket over you.

Although Jack would never admit it, he actually enjoyed spending time with you and learning your little routines that make you, you.

(This is kinda like a sequel type thing from the night routines I did, idk where I was going with this but I hope you like it 😭💘)

[cardboardheartss]

Lesbian Icons Chart Analysis

Lesbian Icons mentioned : Syd • Hayley Kiyoko • Chappell Roan • Lizeth Selene • Amandla Stenberg •

For my fellow Sapphic/Bisexual followers or blog lurkers, this reading is for you all! All I’m doing today is analyzing charts of our current lesbian representatives, to see what type of partners they attract or are currently in relationships with. Maybe you could use this to figure out your future partners/ideal types too!

Chappell Roan

Chappell’s 7H has her Revati (Pisces) Saturn. This placement could indicate that it could take her a while to find the “perfect” relationship, as she will want a partner who will love her as much as she loves them. Saturn square Uttara Ashadha (Sagittarius) Venus, Chappell has mentioned multiple times that she is not into one-night stands; this placement also could mean Chappell could struggle to develop relationships with foreigners.

Her 7H ruler, Neptune is in Uttara Ashadha (Capricorn) along with her Uranus (Shravana) in her 5H. Chappell could have a fruitful relationship with an older woman, as they could relate to one another well and her Uranus is trine her Anuradha (Scorpio) Moon and Pluto, Chappell and her partner will have many deep and intense conversations, and they will truly trust one another a lot!

Hayley Kiyoko

Hayley is also similar with Chappell as she could also struggle or experience delays in being in relationships with other women. Shravana (Capricorn) Saturn trine Anuradha (Scorpio) Moon, her ideal partner and Hayley will also have an intese and deeply connected relationship, they’ll both connect and understand each other in an emotional way.

Hayley has an Aswini (Aries) Venus, meaning her approach or character in relatioships is usally dominant and passionate. Her venus is Square Vishakha (Libra) Pluto, the intensity this woman has could kind of scare the Femme’s away a little, if i’m being honest. The perfect fit for Hayley is definitely a foregin woman; since her Venus trines her Purva Ashadha (Sagittarius) Uranus and Neptune.

Hayley unfortunately has her 9H Revati (Pisces) Sun square all her Purva Ashadha (Sagittarius) placements, this could indicate how she could struggle with the cultural differences with her spouse, as they’ll both want to follow their own cultures and customs.

Syd

Syd has her Aswini Sun 10° (Capricorn Degree) in the 7H. Her main image and career are about relationships since she makes Many love songs and openly expresses her queerness. Syd has her Sun trine Magha (Leo) Jupiter 11H, it seems as if her music has allowed her to build and be a part of a Black queer community where she has met a few romantic counterparts.

Luckily for Syd, I see when she met her wife Ariana Simone, it was like “Love at first sight” for her. When she saw Ariana for the first time, she knew that she was the perfect one. The Magha Jupiter also indicates how her spouse is well known, as she is a model.

Syd has her Revati Venus square her Purva Ashadha (Sagittarius), meaning she could also have attempted to date a foreigner and it did not end that well, since it’s in the 3H, it could be because of a Language barrier or maybe even the siblings, or both of their friend groups told them that they’re not meant to be.

Apart from that; wishing Syd and Ariana to have a long-lasting relationship filled with genuine love from both sides! <3

Lizeth Selene

Lizeth has a 7H Uttara Bhadra (Pisces) Jupiter, this placement could indicate that this woman could go through many relationships in this life time, or she could put her all in relationships and will love her partner down! Jupiter trine Punarvasu (Cancer), this aspect could indicate how Lizeth will treat her partner like how she treats her friends, or even this aspect could indicate how she will openly post her partner or share posts that relate to their relationship.

Sun square Uttara Ashadha (Capricorn) NeptuneThe perfect partner for Lizeth could be a mature/older women but Lizeth prefers to date women who are open emotionally and aren’t too strict. If this is not her type, then Lizeth could go for a really pretty woman (9H Rohini Moon), this partner could love travelling, or could be a foreigner her self, she’ll have balanced energy that Lizeth will need as this Moon is Trine her Shravana (Capricorn) Uranus and Uttara Ashadha Capricorn) Neptune.

Amandla Stenberg

Amandla has their 7H Ardra (Gemini) house ruler in their 11H full of their Chitra (Libra) Venus and Sun, as well as Vishakha (Libra) Mercury. Amandla seems to fall for their friends A LOT, heavy on the Friends-to-lovers romance trope over here. Amandla has their Mercury trine Purva Bhadra (Aquarius) Jupiter, Amandla picks their friends wisely, they have mentioned how they are apart of a huge queer community, so that is where they’re able to find their girlfriend.

Just like all the lesbians in this post, Amandla could also struggle to be in a relationship with older women. These women could be perfect for them, in a sense of financial stability, since the placements of Neptune and Uranus are in her 2H.

After analysing all these charts, I realised how I kept on picking up on specific placements like Capricorn Neptune and Uranus. Instead of assuming that they don't want to be in a relationship with older women, what if these placements indicate how Sapphic women and the rest of the LGBTQIA + community have these negative/harsh aspects with Saturn placements because they don't conform to societal standards... with heterosexuality?!

[aliregression]

Could you do a fic of where chirs slips in front of his brother's during a stream and they like.. laugh at him?? But then after words he goes to his room and your there and your comfort him

Stream Slips

Ship: Little!Chris X Y/n

Summary: Chris gets overwhelmed on stream and slips and Matt and Nick laughs at his “babyish” behavior

Warning: Mean!Matt and Mean!Nick, Nick hates chris stuttering?? (idk if thats a warning)

A/N: This is fan FICTION not fan truth- this is a fictional work.

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Usally Matt and Nick understands Chris regression and often helps him whenever your not around. They love babysitting him! They were a little confused at first but then they got used to it and understood it helped Chris a lot.

Well, most of the times they understand.

Sometimes Chris regresses at the worst times. During filming, streams, meetings, ect. During those times Matt and Nick are mean to him and often say things like “grow up” and “stop acting childish.” Chris couldn’t help it! He gets stressed out easily and it just happens.

Which leads them to this moment, Chris had a stressful week with meets and filming and he has stayed big throughout the week even when he was so close to headspace. Which is why he is on edge now.

Matt suggested that they do a twitch stream for a few hours and play fortnight. Which Chris usually doesn’t mind. He loves fortnight and his fans! So its the best thing about his job!

They have been on stream for at least two ours and he was so tired already and just wanted to regress. The chat was going to fast, making his head hurt. The yelling and screaming caused him little by little to slip. Usually when he is in situations like this he is quite not wanting to sound “babyish.”

“Chris did you hear what we said? We are going to keep playing until we win.” Nick said and Chris nodded his head to show he was listening. “Can you speak up? Gosh the one time this kid wants to be fucking quite” Matt said in a snarky voice.

“Y-ywah tats fwne” Chris said trying his best (but failing) to sound “grown up.” He was looking at the chat and seeing that some people were commenting on it. “Kid speak like your a fucking adult. Your not a child.” Matt said and laughed at him.

“S-sorry” Chris said letting out some stuttering. “And quit the stuttering you werido” Nick said and just like that they moved on. Well not Chris, he sat their quietly playing this round and then telling them he call quits because you where here and wants to spend time with you. Which is true, just they didn’t need to know that he was in little space.

After the round quickly ended, thank god they won, Chris told the chat and his brothers that he calls it a night. To which they called him lamed but let him go regardless. Chris quickly hops off and runs (speed walk he knows the rules about running up/down stairs.) and to the living room where you where.

You usually are over at their house 24/7, which the boys don’t mind its nice to have someone that actually knows how to cook. You decided to stay in the living room giving Chris some space to stream alone. Which all Chris wants rn is you.

“Hey honey, wants up? I thought you wouldn’t be done for another few hours” You said wondering why Chris was with you early, which you didn’t mind at all.

“Mwatt awnd Nick meanies” Chris goes and lays down next to you. You moved to spoon him. “Oh honey, im here for you. Do you want to go to your room and cuddle?” You asked him and he nods.

Luckily for you Chris is easy to carry so you pick him up and take him to his room. You lay him down on his bed and then shut the door and goes and cuddles him.

You and Chris cuddle on his bed while you are playing his hair. You put on bluey for him since he loves it. As he is watching it he talks about the episode and his favorite characters just being energetic.

Anytime with you makes Chris day way better, even if its just cuddling.

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If this was bad im sorry its not proofread 😭

[toasttt11]

the trade

December 23, 2024

It was Christmas Eve and the Hughes were all in Vancouver for Christmas at Quinn’s house, a tradition they have had for the last four years of Charlotte’s life to spend christmas with her.

They were all dressed slightly nicer because of Ellen and they sat down around the dinning room table to eat Christmas Eve dinner together.

Charlotte sat in her usally spot between Quinn and Luke, Jack next to Luke, Ellen and Jim across from Luke and Charlotte.

Luke ran a stressed hand through his curls for the millionth time that night, Charlotte looked up seeing her uncle looking uncomfortable, She leaned over slighty grabbing his hand gently while whispering to him, “Are you okay Uncle Lulu?”

Luke looked down at his four year old niece who was looking at him in concern and felt terrible he worried her, he smiled softly, “Don’t worry Cia i’m okay.”

Charlotte only raised an eyebrow knowing he’s lying, “Daddy’s says not to lie.” She gave him a stern look she has picked up from Ellen.

Luke couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how much his niece just acted like his mother.

The rest of the table looked over at the two, “Everything okay over there sweethearts?” Ellen looked between the youngests ones with a smile.

Luke went to nod but saw the look Charlotte, he took a deep breath, “Actually theres something i’ve been meaning to tell all of you.”

He looked between his family nervously.

Ellen saw how nervous Luke was and couldn’t help but frown wondering what’s wrong.

Jack looked at Luke in concern, “What’s wrong Lukey?”

Luke took a breath squeezing Charlottes hand before blurting out, “I’m not resigning with the Devils.”

The room froze slighty at the words.

“What!” Jack exclaimed knowing the Devils still want Luke so what does he mean he isn’t resigning.

“I got another offer.” Luke explained his eyes focused on his plate not wanting to the faces of his family, keeping a firm grip on his nieces hand.

“Where?” Quinn softly asked seeing how nervous his little brother was and how his daughter was gently holding his hand.

Luke took a hesitant look towards Jack before muttering, “Vancouver.”

“What was that?” Jim asked having barely heard any sound come from Luke.

Charlotte looked up with wide eyes towards her uncle when she head that and tried to keep the smile off her face.

Luke cleared his throat looking up from his plate, “Vancouver.” Quinn eyes widen slighty looking at his brother with shock.

Ellen smiled slighty, Jim nodded his head thinking about the whole thing.

Jack pursed his lips hating to think his little brother won’t be on his team anymore, he absolutely loves having Luke with him, “Vancouver?”

Luke looked at Jack not being able to tell how Jack was feeling about this, “I was going to resign with the Devils it was always my plan but a few months ago i got a offer for the Canucks and honestly there gonna pay me more but i also want to be in Charlotte’s life everyday, i hate missing her milestones and i want to be closer to her.” Luke finished explained looking down at his favorite person, she was grinning up at him.

Quinn felt his face soften when he realized his brother wanted to trade teams so he can see his niece more.

Jack could feel himself understand, He absolutely adores Charlotte with very thing in him but he doesn’t know if he could ever leave the Devils, having been apart of the Devils family for so long now but he is glad that Luke can and will be able to be close to Charlotte.

“I think that’s great honey.” Ellen smiled glad Charlotte will have more family by her and she knows Jack has made a family in his team so she doesn’t have to worry too much about him.

“Well we will be glad to have you moose.” Quinn smiled looking at his little brother, “And you room is more than open for you when you move.” Quinn having had rooms for all his family in his house when he moved into in 2020.

Luke looked hopefully to Quinn, “I could stay here?”

Quinn fondly chuckled, “Of course you can. Do you really think Charlotte would let you live anywhere else?” Quinn knew his daughter will be very happy to see Luke everyday.

“Yup you’re saying here Uncle LuLu.” Charlotte grinned while nodding.

Luke slowly smiled, Jack patted his little brother on the shoulder sending Luke a smile and nod not being mad Luke was trading, of course he was a little sad he won’t have his brother on his team anymore but Jack is also glad that Quinn will be able to have a brother on his team.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Would you mind doing some general headcanons for Boothill? 😅I’d love to request him but idk the character that well so it would help to see what you think of him

Ahh the way you worded that is so cute!!

(As of July 20th requests are still open and I’d love for more Boothill request I hope I did these well!!)

Okg yeah for real! I’ve only seen clips of him and stuff but he has my heart!!

Apparently I am Jester, Monster and cowboy sexual….

So I did both sfw/nsft bc I had some semi to fully nsft ideas I couldn’t shut up about!

Cowboy’s Heart

Boothill hcs

Cw: wire play, breeding kink, body modification,

He’s not openly physically affectionate. He doesn’t want to hug or cuddle/kiss in public. But in private? Hell yeah he loves it! He can’t get enough!

His actual skin is far more sensitive than his metal, and he can feel the temperature far better there

He can adjust his body temperature, making himself hotter or colder, though it takes more energy. He is like a heater oven in winter!

Once he’s romantically interested in you, he puts his hat in your head as part of the ‘cowboy code’ to tell you he wants to go out with you

He 100% would teach you horse back riding by making you sit in his lap while you two ride one of his horses, he’s great at calming them!

He censors himself in public but cusses like a sailor in private with you, he doesn’t want kids hearing him

Nsft!

So getting into smn I thought of instantly. He has a sensitivity scale in a panel on his back. He can’t reach it so he’d need someone else to use it, he usally keeps it at the lowest setting since his job isn’t the best since… more sensitivity means more pleasure AND pain

Lowkey thought of this as a joke and now it’s what I believe. He has a detachable penis and it can be replaced with different ‘dicks’ so he has fully customizable genitals

I uh….i don’t think he has much ‘organic’ parts so I feel he ejaculates lube/something similar since it makes him feel better, it also makes movement easier

Wire play…you can stimulate him with the wires he has and overstimulate him, tease him or punish him

I personally think he’s sterile, and because of it he has a breeding kink and loves to fill you with cum and pretend you’ll carry his child

He has a psudo pussy beneath his cock. I personally believe he feels more comfortable keeping a cock attached at all times, it’s more comforting since well…he prefers his penis instead of the pussy

He often ‘polishes’ the dildos he uses, he has a collection of them he’s acquired over the years. You’re the only one who knows about it!

[stealthetrees]

Okay I’ve snapped.

If you say Percy Jackson is stupid I will find you and make sure you regret it.

I have inattentive type ADHD. I was diagnosed in 4th grade and got put on medication. I did not think there was a difference but I got an award from the school for how much I improved. They didn’t know it was because of meds.

Before I was diagnosed I remember being on the verge of tears often at school because I got so frustrated that I couldn’t do work. I sat at my desk with the pencil in my hand staring at a worksheet physically unable to write the awnser I knew. I would stare at the question and like an optical illusion the rest of the page blurs together and I can’t even make out word anymore.

I thought I was dyslexic for the longest time because some fonts are so difficult for me to read. I could look at a recit, know it says lettuce, and it will not process in my brain. Unless I am a few hours away from a deadline it is nearly impossible to start assignments. Essays are hell.

You know those songs that have an American accent but are completely nonsense? That’s what it sounds like a lot when I listen to people talk. Usally I can grasp the general meaning but I can not tell you what word you just said.

Time is not real. I sit down, scroll through tumblr for maybe 15 minutes and my roommate asks why I’m sitting doing nothing for 4 hours straight. Full days disappear and I can’t remember anything that happened. I have no idea how long it takes me to do something I do almost every day.

I went two weeks at the beginning of the semester with meds that where 10 milligrams lower than my usual dosage. My grades still haven’t recovered.

THAT SAID. In cannon, Percy Jackson passed 13 years of school with high enough grades to be accepted to a university. Not medicated. Without accommodations.

So either the education system in New York is taylored specifically for people with ADHD, or Percy Jackson is a fucking geinios. I can’t spell.

So ignoring the fact that nearly every fight he won by outsmarting his opponent, let me tell you why.

In the books, he’s an introvert, sits in the back, tries to keep his head down but usually fails, gets detention often, and has been expelled multiple times. That’s not the kind of kid teachers go out of their way to help. He’s also unlikely to ask for help. So, despite his struggles in the classroom, he has never been held back or had to redo a grade as far as we know. And it’s pretty likely considering his age.

Add in the fact that he would be constantly sleep deprived from staying up very late (like from 10-3, based off my experience) and his dyslexia, Percy would need to be really good at retaining information after hearing or seeing it only once. That’s actually supported by his ability to memorize prophecies word for word after only hearing them once. We know Percy is bad at taking tests, so he would have to be really good at recalling information.

He also did it all unmedicated. I want to cry just thinking about it.

tldr, the fact that Percy’s grades where high enough to get into college means hes fucking brilliant

[goodday-goodmorn]

Alright! Starting this shitshow of a blog off strong with a platonic yandere Bruce Wayne fic!

Heavily inspired by- @blughxreader and their batman stuff! Go check ‘em out- (specifically the one with poor reader and the rooftop escape, those are my fav’s <3)

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Also inspired by this qoute:

'They can't do that,' she said finally. 'It's the one thing they can't do. They can make you say anything -- anything -- but they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you.' (Gorge Orwells, 1984)

“You know, i’m pretty sure that you helping me right now would be going against natural selection.”

Bruce sent you a look, something dark in his eyes. You knew it was coming however and shamelessly avoided looking at him for that exact reason. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have said that, he never was one for jabs or jokes that hinted in any way about you dying.

“You’re kind of a mother hen ya know that? I mean, i knew before but this is really solidifying it ya know?”

It was a deflection and you both knew it, usally Bruce wouldn’t let you get away with those. But once again, these were not the usual circumstances. Truth be told he was probably just glad you were talking again, that you had some life back in your eyes, albeit only a small amount.

“Your soup is getting cold.”

Ah damn it. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice. A stupid hope, consdiering he notices fucking everything.

“So it is.”

…

A sigh, “Kid, you need to eat.” You knew what it meant. It was a silent question, ‘are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?’, because either way, you would be eating.

You swallowed, truth be told, you didn’t have the motivation to eat. Nor the appetite, but the alternative was him talking you through every bite and you really didn’t want that right now.

So with a sigh of your own you picked up the spoon, at least you didn’t have to cook anything, all you had to do was eat what was in front of you. You could do that. Barely any effort. It was simple.

So simple.

The spoon stays in the bowl, your hand resting on it as you stare at the soup.

It’s delicious, you know it is, Alfred's food always is, and he’d made one of your favorites too. Something nice and hearty so you would be full for a while and wouldn’t have to go through the effort of eating again too soon.

Bruce was watching you when you looked up, ever watchful, ever observant, waiting to see if he had to intervene.

You swallowed, you never liked it when he stared too hard. His gaze was always so intense. With heavy limbs, you scoop a spoonful of soup and start eating.

Bruce’s gaze softens and he lets out a soft, “Thank you.” He ruffles your hair and you don’t have the will to stop yourself from leaning into it right now.

Give and take, give and take…

You eat in silence, you’re propped up on some pillows on the bed, Bruce is sitting next to the bed on a chair.

Maybe it had been a stupid idea to ask for him, a very stupid idea but at the time you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t deal with the boy’s clinging, not like this. Not when you woke up feeling like anything but a person.

See, a few hours ago, you woke up and felt fatigued, and apathetic. Two oncoming signs of a depressive episode.

It only got worse as the day went on, you tried to be alright- you really did but, you just couldn’t do it. This whole act of playing house with the Wayne’s was already tiring enough, but for your own sanity you had to keep it up.

After all, if you fought hard against all their afflictions they would only dig their heels in and make your situation a lot worse so- you always figured from the beginning it was better to give in early.

At least, on the surface anyway. Not resist their affections, hell you hadn't even once pulled any sort of escape attempt, or tried anything. You’d barely even argued either.

Your lack of resistance was met with open arms and eagerness. Of course- they knew you were only pretending, that you didn’t view them as family, but they knew it was only a matter of time until you came around.

After all, if you act for something long enough, your brain will eventually start to believe it.

Alas, you were a stubborn little shit, and giving in voluntarily had only seemed to help you keep up this mentality longer.

Until this morning anyway.

When you woke up, feeling like shit and simply couldn’t deal with playing house with your ‘brothers’. So, in your moment of weakness, when you didn’t want to do anything or let them drag you around or cuddle or watch movies, you had done something rather unexpected.

Which of course, was to simply shut down.

They were worried as shit, but when they finally did manage to get you to talk, your shaky whisper of, “I want dad.” -Had been shocking, worrying and exciting all at once.

(It had also been a touch too real, your voice had sounded so small, so far away, and in that moment you really did just want the comforting presence of Bruce.)

So now you were here, so deep into the throws of not being a person you barely felt like moving; sitting in your bed with none other than Bruce Wayne by your bedside, stroking your hair lovingly.

You were done with the soup now, as much as you could eat anyway, before Bruce could even say anything you reasoned with him, “I’ll eat more later. Promise.”

Promises held a lot of weight here. Something practically unbreakable, Especially with Bruce. Especially with you, maybe that’s just because you liked when they had weight. It was nice; To have a concrete thing to swear on that you knew would not be broken.

Bruce probably used them to build trust in his words or something, you didn’t know, and quite frankly you didn’t care right now because well- you got to use them too so…

He thinks for a moment, and then nods, agreeing easily, “Okay.” And with that he takes the bowl from you. He’s… he’s rather agreeable right now, usually he would confirm or try and fight you more on that.

Maybe he was being more lenient because you willingly came to him? Or because you were being open right now, or maybe because he felt bad for what you were going through or-

Gods you don’t have enough energy to ponder this.

You nod and lay back down, he guides you down most of the way. Now you’re back like before, lying in bed, cheek smushed against your pillow, starting at him blankly.

You break the silence as he pulls the blanket over you.

“What type of bird do you think everyone would be?”

He looks back to you, a small upturn of his lips and eyes crinkled slightly in an amused manner. “Why do you ask?”

You shrug, “Bored.”

A partial truth. In reality you were thinking about all that poetic shit about you being like a bird in a fancy golden cage. A very very well cared for bird with access to some deep fucking pockets but you know, still in a cage. Even if the cage is real fancy and has amazing food, even better wifi, and a home movie theater.

(You think Bruce would let you install an indoor pool? Or a jacuzzi. …He probably would. You should ask sometime, ah- you’re getting off track here.)

So anyway- fancy bird poems and then you started thinking about what type of bird you would be and then it kinda spiraled from there.

“Hm. Well, that depends, who do you wanna start with?”

“Mmm… Alfred, cause i think he’s the easiest.”

A little amused quirk of his brow, “What bird is he then?”

“Penguin. Cause he’s always dressed all fancy, and penguins got that sleek fancy vibe about them. They are kinda short for Alfred though…”

Bruce nods, as if taking your words into consideration, “Emperor penguin then. They’re the biggest penguin species.”

Contuiting on just to have something to blabber about you confidently say, “Jason is an emu.”

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After a very engaging deep dive into what types of birds everyone was-

(Tim was a woodpecker on account of all the times you’ve seen him slam his head into his desk while working; Dick was an ostrich because if Jason was an Emu then those two had to match; Cassandra got the honor of being a crow; Damien was a kinglet, a ruby crowned kinglet, purely because they are small and for some reason you only recall pictures of seeing those bird look annoyed, Bruce was a harpy eagle because they look big and grumpy, And finally you were a pigeon.)

-You were now half asleep as Bruce read to you like you were a little kid.

It was… nice. Like all the other times you were forced to hang out with the Wayne family. (Only this time you hadn’t been forced, you had called for him.) Nice but with that ever present little weight in the back of your mind, reminding you of just how much these people had taken from you.

Right now though, that little weight was… it was a lot easier to ignore.

You let Bruce’s calming voice wash over you, you were barely listening at this point but he paid no kind to your lack of attention.

This was nice.

No one had ever taken care of you when you went into one of your episodes before. Usually you had to suck it up and work yourself up to go get some food and water before laying in bed until the feeling went away.

It was a terrible feeling, a staggering sensation just on the edge of emptiness. But not there enough for you to not feel anything, it was almost as if everything was muted. All sensations dull, your thoughts weren't but you were apathetic to them.

In short, it sucked. Majorly.

But now, here you were, tucked into bed, fed a warm hearty meal, and being read to with such tenderness and care.

You didn’t even notice that your eyes started to water. But Bruce did. He noticed everything.

Gently, so gently, he wiped away the tear about to fall from your eye. His own were soft as they stared at you. Soft and filled with a look you couldn’t decipher, a look you didn’t want to decipher because the closest thing you could even begin to compare it to was- …was love.

Love.

Fuck- love.

You knew there was something wrong with this family, of course you did- they kidnapped you for pete’s sake, but- but they also had been unconditionally kind to you didn’t they?

You… You couldn’t-

“-do this anymore.”

Your voice was soft, just barely above a whisper. A quiet confession.

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

Bruce sighed, his voice level, but quiet, fitting of the atmosphere. “You don’t have to, it’ll be so much easier if you just give in kiddo.”

He cupped your face in his hand. His own skin was scarred, rough, callous, and yet he held you with such care. It was almost reverent. He gazed at you with an almost sad look, as if your passive struggle hurt you more than him.

(It probably did. He didn’t have anything to worry about after all, you would break eventually. You could only keep telling yourself this was pretend for so long.)

“…”

Stubborn. Always so stubborn in the most muted way; silence. You weren't one to make large outbursts, or outwardly resist, but even so, passive stubbornness. It was something Bruce was fond of; how resilient you were.

You look away from his gaze, not meeting his eyes. His eyes, always so intense, always so much behind those icy blue scaleras.

“Is it-“ You start, the chemical imbalance in your brain making you honest right now.

You realize suddenly that this is the first real conversation you’ve had in months. There was no keeping up the act here. No holding your tongue or dancing with your words, no overthinking about what response would make you the perfect sibling, the perfect child. No catering, no push and pull of deciding how much of you you want to put into your words.

This was honest. The most honest you’ve been since you were kidnapped.

Bruce tilts his head slightly, patiently waiting for you to continue. He could sense a breakthrough, and he always did know when it was better to hold his tongue.

“…Is it worth it?” You say, eyes filled with so much emotion simmering just under the surface.

Bruce has a good idea as to what you’re asking. He knows you. Knows the way you think, the way you come to conclusions, your speech patterns, he knows you well.

(And yet it’s not nearly as much as he wants to. He wants to know more, to know everything, he wants for you to share such details about yourself willingly. He wants you to come to him after a rough day and listen to you rant. He wants to hear you laugh as you discover a new interest. He wants-)

“Yes.”

He strokes your hair gently, voice impossibly soft.

“It’s worth it.”

He answers your asked, unasked questions without a moment's hesitation.

‘Is it worth it to do all this? To keep me here against my will? To have me locked away like some canary in a gilded cage?’

“If it means you are safe and happy.”

“Is this really happiness?”

“It can be if you let it.”

“…”

“Don’t you like it here? You have a loving family, a nice house, you never have to worry about food or safety ever again.”

“…”

He cups your face with both his hands now, making you meet his gaze. Always intense. Too intense. You can’t handle the weight of his love for you.

Flicking your eyes to the wall you mumble, “There’s a saying. If you love something, let it go.” It’s weak, half hearted, you aren’t even sure you really mean it. (You aren’t even sure if you want to be let go anymore… you can’t imagine returning to a life before all this.)

(And Bruce knows this.)

You look back at him, meeting his eyes because you- you just- you know it’s stupid to ask but you can’t stop yourself-

“Why?”

You don’t need to explain any further. Bruce always seems to know what you’re asking.

‘Why me? Why do any of this? Why go through all the trouble just to keep some random kid?’

“Because I love you.”

He says it so easily. So simply, so calmly, as if it is undeniable fact, so once more you ask with more feeling this time,

“Why?”

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into his hold as he gently presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s childish, it’s stupid, it’s dumb, it’s humiliating-

He wipes away new forming tears, still cupping your face, “Because you’re precious.”

You choke out, “You don’t even know me.”

“So then, let me know you.”

Weakly, you shake your head, his hands fall from your face as you choke out, “I- I don’t- i can’t.”

“Hey, look at me sweetheart.”

You do, looking up at him and seeing only the love of a father. You don’t know how to handle such a sight. It’s foreign and it burns and yet, you are drawn in like a moth to a flame.

“We already love you kid. Nothing could change that.”

“You love the idea of me.” You counter, shuffling to prop yourself up a bit because laying down for this just seems too- too vulnerable.

He sighs, “If you think that then we seriously should have had this talk sooner.” He mentally tsk’s, he knows he’s been putting it off for so long because well- you’ve been good. And the family was happy and you were adjusting better than anyone expected you to.

It seems his negligence has resulting in this problem growing however.

He says your name, folds his hands and looks at you calmly, “-If the family wanted another child, then we would have gone to an orphanage.”

You swallow, he continues, “But, we didn’t want just any old person. We wanted you.”

You try to deny his words, no one’s ever wanted that before, and yet you can’t. Because it’s the only thing that even begins to make sense in your head. The only logical reason any of this would have happened.

You can’t deny it.

They love you.

They’re insane, they kidnapped you and yet- yet they- it doesn’t-

“-make sense.” You whisper, even though it’s the only thing that makes any semblance of sense.

“I know, you’re confused and not used to this and scared, but you’re the only thing holding yourself back. If you just let yourself believe we’re a family, you’ll feel so much better. This mindset is only hurting you sweetheart, you need to let it go.”

You look at him, eyes wet and so vulnerable as you whisper in a small voice, “I don’t know how to.”

And he pulls you close now, into a hug, it’s a bit of an awkward angle because he’s on a chair next to the bed and you’re on the bed, but you barely even notice with the way he’s pressing you to his chest. He’s warm as he wraps his arms around you and gently strokes your hair, consisting, comforting.

“We’ll be there every step of the way, start small.”

You shudder. The weight in the back of your mind is back in full force. He's asking you to give up your last bit of resistance. Your last act defiance. He’s asking you to give yourself up voluntarily. To fully endorse the idea that they are your family.

The worst part is, you don’t find yourself all that horrified with the idea.

If anything, you’re more scared that you’ll mess up somehow and piss them off with the real you and end up locked in a basement or something.

You don’t- you don’t know how to have a family. How to have siblings, a father- you don’t know how to interact or what to say and what to do- what if you fuck it up? what if you aren’t acting enough like a family and-

“-breathe with me kid. Com’on, in for 5.” He’s stroking your hair still, talking with you as he counts. You find yourself unconsciously following the deep rumble of his words.

“That’s it… hold for 4. One, two-“ It’s actually really nice to listen to him. Pressed so close like this you can hear the purr and rumble of his words in his chest. You can feel his chest expand with his own steadying breaths.

“Exhale for 6. One, two, three-“ You repeat his number sequence until you find your breathing is back to normal. Not that you had noticed how frantic it got to begin with.

Bruce hums, you feel the vibrations. You can hear his heartbeat like this. It’s nice, being held in his arms. “Good job kid, better?” His voice is a smooth rumble.

You nod weakly against him.

The two of you stay like that for a bit, him holding you as you listen to each other's heartbeats. You ground yourself with his and find your eyes drooping once more with sleep.

You make a noise; a hum of sorts and he sends you his own in return, soft, questioning.

“I-“ You clamp your mouth shut, thinking about what you’re about to say, thinking about if this is what you really want.

In the end you settle on this being the best choice, “I’ll try.” You swallow, mouth suddenly feeling dry, Bruce doesn’t give you any time to regret it though. He presses his face to your hair, affectionate.

“I’ll make the transition as comfortable as possible.” He promises against your hair, not being able to hide the smile in his voice.

You swallow again, starting up with slight nerves clear in your voice, “B-but i told you i’m not exactly very likable s-so don't regret it when i start speaking my mind and-“

That gets a laugh out of him, an amused kid huff, “You can’t possibly be any worse than Jason or Damein.”

You give a weak smile, “I dunno old man, think I could give ‘em a run for their money in bluntless.”

Bruce is smiling, you see it when he pulls away and looks down at you with such adoration. “We’ll have to see then.”

He’s happy, more than happy at finally hearing you be you. As much as he wants to keep you in his arms and listen to you for the rest of eternity however, that was a rather exhausting conversation. You look more than ready for some rest.

Gently, (always so gentle with you, as if you were somthing to be treasured), he laid you back down on the bed.

You let yourself be tucked in. You let him press a kiss to the top of your head. You let him turn off the lights.

“Um hey B- D-Dad?”

Bruce notices the slip up, but he lets it go. You’ve just made a lot of progress, and you’re clearly trying.

“Yes?”

“Do you uh- can i call you something else? Dad just feels really weird and kinda artificial at times so I was thinking maybe something more natural like maybe Pops? Or something like that i don’t know i just-“

“Of course you can.” He cuts off your nervous ramble easily, “You can call me whatever feels most natural, kid.”

You suck in a breath, soothed by his clam tone.

“O-okay. Cool… cool cool cool. Uh well then, could you maybe- maybe er- read to me? If that’s- if that’s alright..?”

Bruce was so proud of you. So much progress was made not too long ago and you were already trying to push yourself out of your comfort zone. You were trying so hard, bless you, you precious darling child.

He turned on the bedside lamp and took his seat on the chair once more, picking up the abandoned book.

Truth be told, Bruce was a busy man and he should be leaving because he has patrol in an hour, but he’ll be damned if he can’t carve out time for you. Especially when you asked to see him today.

(Especially when you were finally willing to view him as a father.)

“Would you like me to continue this one or do you want a different book?”

You jerkily nod, “That one’s fine.”

So, he begins to read once more, his voice a calming drawl that washes over you. Your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and soon you are yawning and drifting off.

Once Bruce is sure you’re asleep he closes the book. With such a soft gaze he gently brushes the hair out of your face, smiling to himself. Then he gets up and turns the light off, walking out of your room and letting the door close with a soft click.

He isn’t surprised to find all of his boys camping out at the door.

He sighs, looking over the lot of them. From the looks of it they’ve been camping out here all day, or have been continuously coming back.

The only one who even has the decency to act sheepish that he’d been caught is Dick, and even then, he barely looks sorry.

Bruce shakes his head fondly at his boys, ushering them all out of the hallway to your room to let you sleep in peace

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

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×A/N×

Im think I should make banners for myself-

Also, I know that it's been a while since I posted my writings-

I'm sorry I just couldn't bring myself to write or even post anything-

BUT, now I'm finally done with the hcs!

Also also, it's possible that I'll write a smut oneshot for them-

×❢ About my work ❢×

separated SFW and NSFW headcanons, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, possesive relationship, dirty talk, overstimulation, knife play, breeding and choking kink, biting, other kinky stuffs (wtf do you expect in a Valentino x Reader? /jk), no gender or pronouns identified for the reader, minnors don't interact!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Vox, Valentino, The Reader | (Y/N) | You, Alastor (mentioned)

Ship(s): Staticmoth (Vox / Valentino), Vox x Reader x Valentino

Form: Headcanons

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𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲! 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

SFW (angst, fluff)

• okay so we all know that Vox and Valentino are toxic. Not just with each other, mostly all by themselfves aswell, right? 

• Both of them love (and will expect) your attention

• No, just kisses and praises are not enough. Keep your eyes on them. 

• Although, Vox and Valentino love each other, but that doesn't mean they won't argue about you. Still, their relationship won't loosen. 

• You'll sleep in the middle, so both of them can reach you

• Vox will make you to use his devices (probably because to stalk you through it), because he always wants the best for you :)

• Vox will use his hypnotision to manipluate you. 

• (Actually, I think he does this quiet often with his coworkers) 

• Don't mention the radio demon in his presence. He will snap and that usally isn't that funny. 

• Touching? Well, he usally isn't so touchy, but to show that you're his (beside the scratches and the bite marks), he keeps his hands usally on your waist and your thighs. 

• With Valentino, if you have nothing to do, then he uses the time to sit you down in his laps, while his hands running through your thighs (sometimes in between them)

• If you like his accent, then he'll use it quite often just because of you (isn't he just the sweetest? :)  ) 

• If you're a quiet one, he may let you in his studio. 

• ofc, Vox uses petnames too, but Valentino uses them more often. 

• Both Vox and Valentino will get extremely jealous and upset if they feel like you're not paying them enough attention 

• They give you their expensive product. You deserve just the best, right? :) 

• Both of them will manipluate you, but I don't think they would use psysical abuse. Valentino probably would, if Vox won't calm him down. Vox? He has more self control than Valentino does, but the maximum he'll do is to grip or scratch you. Don't make them upset. 

NSFW (smut)

• Valentino himself definitely got kinks. I can imagine him being into teasing and chocking. If you ask for it, then dirty talk aswell.

• But what about you, my dear -simp- reader? Got any kinks or fetishes? He has a whole catalog in his mind. Just tell him, he'll do it for you.

Into BDSM? Don't worry, he got plenty of toys, chokers, blindfolds and ropes aswell.

You're more like a dominant one? He'll let you top him, until you pleasure him and yourself aswell. 

Got breeding kink? Don't stress, he won't be satisfied, until he doesn't see ATLEAST a tummy bulge on you full of his cum

• I know I said he is toxic (cause he is), but I think it would be important to him to pleasure you (and Vox)

• Tho, even if you ask, I don't think he'll resist to not mark you. Will leave red marks on your neck, and if you dom him, then your back and may even on your ass. 

• "𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚- 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 ⁓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆."

• Definitely moans and whimpers in the bed. 

• more like a passive one, but absolutely won't mind if he has to dominate

• also, would love dirty talking

• OH AND remember when I said that he uses petnames? Yeah in bed too aswell, but instead of darling and beautiful he'll use (cum)slut and whore

• "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆! 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆."

• Vox is more like a whimpering one. He won't really whine or moan in bed.

• Also, he marks you better than Valentino does. He mostly uses his claws and teeth. If you mention Alastor, then yes, he does it like in a jealousy way, but usally he just wants to show everyone that who you belong.

• "𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆." 

• He is a dominant one, but he may let Valentino dominate him. For you? I don't think so. MAYBE if you wanna try it to be on top for the first time. Maybe. But just once.

• He doesn't really use petnames, but at sex, he'll call you pretty (even if you're amab) and maybe even cute aswell.

• He loves teasing and loves to make you beg. It boosts his ego.

• if you made him jealous somehow, he'll use his claws more often. May hurt you even. Don't make him jealous. He'll make you bleed. 

• alsoo... On Voxtagram (which is not canon anymore, but I can still use this as a hc) we know from Valentino that Vox's dick can vibrate... Just saying

• If you're streched out and prepared, he'll be on the highest/fastest level, just to make you cum again and again. He loves seeing you cum because of just him.

• "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏."

• Not very kinky, but I think he would enjoy knifeplays (bc of his claws), choking and overstimulation.

• Gets SO flustered if people do dirty talk with him. Just call him whore, he'll buffer again.

• Both of them would do such a good job at creampie. See those long tounges? Oh boy...

• Vox is most likely makes the wounds, and Valentino probably licks them, just to taste your blood.

• Also, they wouldn't have sex with you without each other. Maybe, if Vox is very eager he would fuck you on the table in his office, but they usally do this with you together.

• You're turning on by just seeing kissing each other? Dude, they'll produce you a whole porn movie just for you then.

• just imagine that Vox is still fingering your dripping cunt with his long ass fingers after the fourth round while Valentino holds a hard grip on your hair as he savors your moans and cries from overtsimulation.  

[broz0neglitters]

We get down every Friday night ˚ ༘♡ 📗⋆｡ ˚ ❀

Clay x fem reader Smut/NSFW

Warning: Smut,P*rn mention

-He will take it slow on your first time

-He likes to watch p*rn only with you so you both would watch it together and he would want you to rubs his hard cock til he cums on your hands all over

-You guys would get freaky every friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight cuz that when clay usally don't have much work to do (Yes, another lana del rey reference)

-During the first time he will dry hump you which makes you turn on

-He likes touching your lady part when you're doing dishes etc he even attempted to rub it to see you moan or see if you can keep a straight face

-He'll let you cockwarm while he's working

-he once rubs your lady part while you were cutting vegetables you almost cut yourself because you couldn't hold it in because of how good it felt when he was fingering you...

-He likes it when you beg for him

-He's big on nickname once it comes to sex He'll called you Sexy,Baby,Mama and Bitch (He dosen't mean it as a bad way it just his thing when you guys do the deeds)

-He will go to town on you like literally he's a rough fucker

-His cock is thin and long

-when putting his cock into your lady parts he will say thing like "Stay still.. I'm almost done" "mm.. u Feel good ma" etc.

-While he's fucking you he will make you moan out his name no matter what he isn't worry if anyone could hear you moan his name he wants everyone to know who his little bitch is when going to town on you

"What's my name mamas?"

"Say it louder, say it you mean it moan out my name babygirl.", "I can't hear you let me hear you beautiful."

-He loves it when you suck him off

-He loves cockwarming so do expect him to ask you to cockwarm espically when he's working

-He's a rough finger fucker he will finger you really roughly but he goes slow on your first time

-Usually clay will dominate you during sex but he'll let you dominate him sometimes

-He will leaves a bunch of hickeys on your thighs and lady parts

-He will cum all over your hot body,mouth,face he will even cum inside you if you let him his cum is super thick

-just like branch he wants you to ride on his cock like there no tomorrow

-He loves it when you're so needy for him to go faster he also loves it when you moans out his name during sex

-He likes it when you choke on his cock

-He wants you to suck it just like a lollipop

-He loves to face fuck you

-he would beg if you stop sucking his lollipop

-Clay isn't loud but you'll hear him grunt and stuff

-Clay will lick your cunt like a hungry horny dog and he will tease your clit

-he loves to see your expression when he tease you and finger you

-Your legs for sure will be numb the next day but don't worry he'll carried you around the house

-His after sex care is meh he would just get you some fews stuff for you because he wants to get back to work after having sex

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[rogue-of-heart-classpecting]

Mayhaps an explanation on how each class can effect the session? I know kights usally means there's a lack of its aspect but what about the others?

Maids’ sessions are controlled by something. Aradia’s session had doc scratch orchestrating all this bullshit event-wise. Jane’s session has the condesce who had all the power in their universe.

Pages’ aspects are kind of what the players hope their futures will bring post-sburb. The trolls lived in a very unpleasant, highly controlled dictatorship. The kids were kind of thinking they would win without any problems.

Mages’ sessions are full of their aspect. There was so much doom in the beta trolls’ session. People kept dying for no reason. There was basically no way they would be able to get along and play cooperatively. Also karkat creating Jack noir basically fucked everything from the start.

Knights’ sessions have very little of their aspect, so the knight is assigned to protect what little is there. Dave had to haul ass to get rose in the session. There was also just a time crunch to finish in general. All the trolls had different ideas of what they wanted, and their conflicting ideas were hard to keep working together.

Rogues have sort of an unaddressed problem waiting to come up. Rufioh grew up to lead a revolution. Roxy’s session had a lot of unaddressed stuff in general. Lots of misplaced confidence, lack of communication, hidden feelings, etc. There are a lot of times in the trolls session where they have the little heart or spade or clubs symbol in their eyes or over their heads and nothing ever comes of it. Nepeta never god tiered.

Sylphs sessions have a dire lack of their aspect in their session and are charged with nursing it back to health. Kanaya was the lone tender of the matriorb that would ensure the troll race keeps being born. Aradias session I guess is full of meaningless nonsense and plot irrelevant shit. She kind of builds it up for thousands of years or however long and then unleashes it all at once. But… she brings information and plot relevance to her session members and to the combined session.

Seers’ aspects are a resource their team hasn’t tapped into yet. They know nothing about it. Even Dave, who seems to be the most cynical and down to earth member of the gang (besides rose) still does not see his brothers actions for what they are (bad) and clouds himself in a shame induced misidentification of who he is and who he is allowed to be. Terezis team has never considered the consequences of their actions. They never set their sights on a goal and plot a course from here to there. They set one foot forward and then the entropy guides them forward with no brakes.

Thieves... I think the session actually needs a leader in that aspect! The thief's job is to find a hidden resource (and looking at the trolls' session, light seems really unavailable lol.) and draw it out, creating a hub of aspect where it can exert itself. For some reason, Vriska also liked pushing Tavros to be stronger and the best him he can be. Actually, that might be a pitch thing... The Sn0wman told her to "steal his will" because "that's what a thief does" or whatever. But Vriska thought he was capable or wanted him to be capable of mercy killing her.

Heirs have plenty of their aspect all around them to work with. I guess they have to kind of bring that to the session themselves, actually! But they have no trouble doing it. John successfully retrieved his presents, fought his dad, started the game, and just began slaying like a beast and rocketing ahead no problem. The world John was born into set him up with a good place to stretch out. Sburb was created without John doing anything at all. The ultimate escape from earth, right? Equius was set up with a world with arbitrary rules and little independent thought. His hemospectrum placement is high enough to give him a superiority AND inferiority complex. For some reason, he has incredible roboti% skills SO THAT he always has something intelligent and logical to destroy.

Bards seem to have an aspect that is like... I don't want to say an abscess because that's gross... It's like their aspect is under a lot of pressure from being suppressed by the world and their team. Just about every member of the team has rage that isn't fully expressed. Gamzee definitely brings out rage and disgust in Terezi. He also makes the rest of his team very aware that just because it doesn't look like it, his aspect is definitely there. It's just waiting to come out. Gamzee himself is the first thing to express its rage... That no one expected him to have. I read somewhere that Gamzee became an agent of his aspect after he "calmed down." He brought chaos and anger and pain to everyone. He's the one who threw all the bodies of people who hated each other (and fefeta) into the sprites to make them useless. I guess Equius was a sprite by himself but. Equius is pretty fucking useless anyway. He's the heir of useless. Gamzee was taken out of mind control and saw that Terezi was stabbing him, and he decided to trick her by acting like his old self to manipulate her emotions. And as soon as she let her guard down, he went apeshit and beat her crazy clown style. He is like a harbinger of confusion and pain.

Princes. Princes' aspects are overgrown. They're clouding the session's ability to function. Dirk basically successfully exploded the romantic tension between all 4 of his team members. In a very destructive and painful way. If they didn't have a prince, they would have been too distracted by their crushes to finish the game. Eridan is a much suckier person, but he does have the same job. Dirk has a more precise excision style like a surgeon, but Eridan prefers mowing down "enemies" with abandon, which makes it harder for his team. In one fell swoop, Eridan killed the future ruler of the Troll race AND the ability for more trolls to be born. And the only troll babysitter. I don't know why the trolls thought this would be a fun game they could easily win, but Eridan completely took care of that.

Witches have an aspect that needs to be understood in a new way. Like gender. You guys know what I mean by that right. I think this is clearer with Feferi-- wait! No, except Jade has a new way for planets to be created! She's not the first one to PLAY sburb, but she's the one to INTRODUCE us to it as a character. Remember, these roles are about your purpose in the story, not in a watsonian way. Jade finds new ways of creating things. Feferi finds new ways of leading that creates beforus which still sucks but is much better than alternia.

[the-last-f2p]

teenager Reader who feels insecure about their scars for (yandere) oda ( yandere) ango and (yandere) dazai ( together platonic ofc and I would like for reader to be fem or gender neutral)

TW: Gender neutral reader, swearing, yandere behaivour, implied kidnapping, I feel like Dazai was close to manipulating reader but bbg Ango saved the day.

Oda has been increasingly getting worried about you. Maybe it was just a teenage thing? But Dazai never acted like you were doing so queue worried father figure.

Ango on the other hand could care less are you dying? No? Then it doesn't really matter. He does care though he's too sleep deprived to give any fucks .

Dazai knows exactly whats going on. He knows everything about you and it's absolutely not creepy! He just really likes you to the point of not obsessing over you.

So when they all gather around to figure out what the hell is wrong with you well Oda and Ango try and figure it out Dazai is trying to brainstorm ideas on how to off himself. But he'll occasoinally put in some input.

And after 1 painstaking hour Dazai finally speaks up

"Oh is that what you're trying to figure out? Oh they're self concious cause of their scars." Dazai just smiles like he wasn't messing with them and that he deffintly only figured it out at that moment.

Shock.

Absoulte shock and then aggressive calling of you they were practically screaming for you to come to the Lupin.

You rushed there obviously thinking that something horrible happened but oh? But the trio where all there looking perfectly fine well as fine as they usally are.

"Why didn't you tell us? Do you not trust us?" Ango started giving you a worried mom look what is he talking about.

"I-" You were slightly confused but Ango continued "Is it because of Dazai?" You mean depending on what it was it could be but you decided to just say.

"Why would it be because o-"

"If it's cause of me I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you self concious about your scars Y/Nnnnn..!" Dazai says in an over dramatic tone.

"Be quiet." Finally someones on your side "They're obviously not gonna tell us." You were about to thank Oda but you got bandages chucked at your head. Wait..

"Here. Maybe you can use these? Out of sight out of mind.. Oh that was stupid sorry.." Oda smiled at you awkwardly it was nice of him you guess?

"But thoughtful~" You add on to what he said. "GASP Y/N has bandages are you gonna match with me are you are you are you?" Dazai picked the bandages out of your lap and started to unravel them "Can I put 'em on? I'm an expert y'know?" Dazai grins.

"Well I haven't decided yet..." "C'mon pleeeaasssee.?" "LEAVE THEM ALONE DAZAI" "Pleeeaaassseee Ango?" You tuned out the rest of the conversation but you felt a little more comfortable now with yourself , your friends, your everything. That's great anything to make you feel comfortable in one of their houses unable to leave. For your saftey of course.

[angels--trumpet]

Dairy Cow Yuji aus

Another repost from the bird app

Brain worms created by @funable-rainy and me talking nearly nonstop bout #goyuu aus!

Cw: feminization, mpreg, milk

Au where 🐯 is a dairy cow hybrid and 5️⃣ is a human and his best customer

Au where 🐯 is an independent dairy cow hybrid, and 5️⃣ is a prized bull hybrid

Cw: mpreg, lactation, feminization

1.

🐯 grew up with his grandpa who was a bull, they own there own farm and made different dairy products usally getting milk from other farms since 🐯 was too young to produce.

🐯 is rare in that he can produce milk without getting pregnant but it's not a lot and gramps was getting sicker and sicker and they needed the money.

He tries different things to make his production heavier but he's still lacking, but one day 5️⃣ a human man comes across 🐯 tiny store in the market, takes a sip of the samples and is hooked.

He immediately buys the entire stock 🐯 had, overpaying the cow hybrid much to 🐯 surprise, when he tries to give some back but was told to keep the "change".

That's how 🐯 got his biggest customer.

5️⃣ praised 🐯 milk highly, getting many more customers for 🐯 in the process, it would be better if the man didn't take a majority of his stock which is hard won for him but the lack of stress About money made the milk sweeter. Soon 5️⃣ was sending over fruits and vegetables to have the hybrid eatting better so the milk quality would increase

It does but 🐯 tries to tell 5️⃣ that he doesn't need to do all this for him, that he's grateful to 5️⃣ but he can't keep taking his money like this.

5️⃣ is quiet for a bit then decides to just offer to buy 🐯 labor instead, making sure to pay very well for his work as a personal dairy cow for 5️⃣ and his clan(of one).

🐯 accepts after thinking about it ultimately deciding that he can get the bill for his grampas hospital stay paid for.

So 🐯 packs his bags and moves over to 5️⃣ estate, his grandpa is transferred to a better hospital nearby and 5️⃣ is given the opening to woo the hybrid. He later manages to impregnate 🐯 tripling the hybrid's production and making 5️⃣ savage about both the Milk and the fact that his new hybrid wife is pregnant.

They make a tiny store with the extra milk 5️⃣ can't drink (it's a lot) they make a lot of different sweets with it and 🐯 goes a few years being pregnant because his husband is a bit obsessed

2.

🐯 was given the farm his grandfather owned after he passed away, 🐯 had many products, Eggs, fresh vegetables, sweet fruit but it's a lot of work for only one farm hard and such a large crop.

🐯 also felt it was time to start selling milk but he needed a bull for that so that he can start producing. 🐯 decides to go to a farm owned by a man called 🐻.

Who had told 🐯 that he had a free bull that is up to finding a mate to settle down with. The bull was immature and kind of mean but 🐯 really needed the extra hand and his seed so he accepted, Also took a wolf-dog named 🐺, whose father stayed on 🐻 farm. Giving the young wolf-dog a farm of his own to protect.

5️⃣ is a bit lazy at first but also enjoys showing off so he manages to do things pretty quick, slowly maturing more the long he stays with 🐯, But it's 🐺 who gets into the bulls thick skull of what a great gig he landed. He has a home, a strong potential wife, and lots of land to walk around in, as well as his meals cooked for him for free and all he has to do is give the cow his seed and work hard and it's his.

5️⃣ falls in love with 🐯 kind and hardworking nature as well as how much of a brat he can be when he wants to be, that was always the most fun to see for 5️⃣.

In the end, 5️⃣ and 🐯 mate, and 🐯 excepts triplets next winter but till then he's finally able to begin selling milk and dairy products while his bull takes care of the farm work. 🐺 also helps out but he spends a lot of time around 🐯 resting his head against his tummy like a big house cat much to 5️⃣ jealousy.

Extra bits!

🐯 does send 🐺 to visit his dad every so often, he sends him nice meals and treats to share with his dad ⛓️ who ended up on the farm after fighting with 📿 and 5️⃣.

📿 is a retired dairy cow who went through about 4 seasons before his confrontation with ⛓️ who hurt him in a desperate attempt to feed his pup 🐺. 5️⃣ had defeated⛓️ but not without gaining a big scare in return, he also found 🐺 around the outskirts of the farmland and brought him back to⛓️ who was given the job as a guard dog in return for safety and food for 🐺.

📿 and 5️⃣ don't get along well with ⛓️.

💉 is a special doctor for hybrids specializing in bovines.

🐻 is a human farmer who owns JJ Farms (lol)

⛓️ develops a crush on 🐯 and 5️⃣ hates him even more for it because that's his WIFE, not the giant mutt's eye candy!

🐺 also hates that his dad has a crush and keeps flirting with 🐯 who had quickly become the wolf dog's best friend.

🌹 is a human who sometimes comes over to buy fresh products because "Its better for my skin and hair". She becomes friends with both 🐯 and 🐺 and often gets discounts because 🐯 doesn't wanna charge her full price. The friendship discount lol

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Jonatello headcanons of mine, cuz I'm about to head into work and need the serotonin boost.

Keep in mind, most if not all of these take place when they are college age or older.

• Casey's love language is touch. He's just been brought up to show affection in a very tactile way. Why do you think he and Raph end up shoving or smacking each other for fun? Donnie is a little overwhelmed by it at first (especially when their relationhip was in the beginning stages of realizing 'ohhh hes not being an ass, he's flirting'..)

• Donnie does eventually become so used to it he expects it. To the point where if Casey's not greeted him with a brush of a knuckle against his cheek or chin, he knows the hockey player is upset or not feeling well.

•Donnie's pretty good at keeping the lines of communication open at these times, letting Casey know he's there for him and ready to listen/talk it out if it's an issue pertaining to them. Or if he just needs a sounding board.

•Usually this leads to Casey all but crawling into his lap cuz he just cant hold out anymore. He's like the worlds biggest paint flecked cat. He'd probably drape himself across Donnie's keyboard for attention if given half the chance.

• He also relishes being at least 4 inches taller than Donnie. When stood side by side it's not that noticeable, and the bulk of donnie's shell can make manuevering a little awkward. But Casey's favorite way to start his morning is to loom behind Don while he's making his first (cough-sixth)cup of coffee for the day and nuzzle into his neck. Sometimes it even entices Donnie back into bed with him. For cuddles or uhhh otherwise.

• He's also an anime nerd, you know his ass pulled an old fashioned 'kabedon' on the turtle a couple times. Especially when he was doing his damndest to transition from antagonizing Donnie to flirting with Donnie lol. (Yes, He got punched in the kidney the first time. Amidst a flurry of flustered sputtering.)

• "Worth it" Casey had wheezed.

• Donnie isnt the only one who gets flustered sometimes, honestly the easiest way for Donnie to get Casey fidgeting is by being sincerely sweet. Not like saccarinley, but I mean, Donnie's way of showing affection is mostly sarcastic barbs or dry humor. Casey KNOWS compliments are hard won by him. So when he gets one instead of getting his ego stroked he gets so happy he just kinda doesnt really know what to do and needs to reboot a sec.

• Rebooting is usally him tugging at his bandana (sometimes over his face). Sometimes in bed Donnie will be whispering sweet nothings to him and the poor guy will just be burrowing further under the pillows, because gah! Too many emotions!

• Donnie knows exactly what he's doing. He usually waits till they're spooning (D is the big spoon, because otherwise Casey's just kinda clinging to his carapace like a scarab beetle.) Cuz then Casey can't get away lol.

• Affectionate antagonization, that's their relationship in a nutshell lmao.

Would anyone wanna see more headcanons of these two? I have thoughts.

Mostly empty ones but y'know.