#bless his hyperactive heart

[mizgnomer]

Furniture Abuse by David Tennant - Part Six

Even more Furniture Abuse: [ One ] [ Two ] [ Three ] [ Four ] [ Five ]

[happywitch416]

According to the weather human, it is clear and sunny. They are full of lies.

[starryknight-tarot]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾?

pile 1 -- > pile 2

pile 3 -- > pile 4

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Hi! I'm Star⭐️ This is my first tarot reading on here so please be nice and let me know if the message resonates with you. Remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. If you have a hard time picking a pile, try meditating on it and pick the card that calls to you the most.

Pile 1

Cards: King of Pentacles, Two of Swords, Queen of Swords rx, Ace of Wands, Three of Pentacles rx, The World rx, Seven of Swords, The Sun

Back of the deck: The Hermit rx

I am getting that your future spouse will love your extroverted nature. If you aren't an extrovert, I feel like you might be the kinda of introvert that really opens up to the people that you are close to. I am getting that your fs loves how you can light up any room you walk in. Your fs adores your smile, they see it as brightest most beautiful smile ever. I am getting the thought that you are the sun to this person's moon. Pile 1 you are so cute! Your fs sees you as innocent and adorable. Your fs thinks you look like a cute bunny with the energy of a hyperactive puppy. Your fs loves how independent and strong you are. I feel like your fs knows they can rely on you. You know how to deal with haters and know when to walk away from bad situations and your fs really admires that about you. Like I am getting the imagery of you girl bossing (regardless of your gender, anyone can girl boss lol) and your fs watching in awe with hearts in their eyes. Your fs loves how you seem fearless and strong. I am getting that you have an addicting or unique laugh which gives your fs serious butterflies. I feel like your fs is a very reserved or shy person and it can be hard for them to express themselves but they feel like they can be themselves around and act more free and silly. You might also be shorter then them and they really like the height difference. Your fs also loves how determined you are to make your dreams a reality. You could be an artist just trying to make a career in something more creative. Your fs is your biggest fan and love watching you succeed in your goals and dreams. I am getting that you haven't met your fs yet or they love how you are always ready to try something new and introduce them to new things.

Advice cards:

The universe supports your stance and decision

Bring something new into your life

The key is the application, Practice!

Reflect on your blessings

It is time to take appropriate action

Practice the pause

Channeled Songs:

Pile 2

Cards: Seven of wands, Nine of Cups rx, Six of Pentacles rx, Strength, Three of Cups rx, The Moon, The High Priestess, Temperance

Back of the deck: Page of Wands rx

Your fs is absolutely enchanted by you. I am getting the phrase I've got you under my spell. You make your fs nervous in the best way possible. Just shuffling the cards I could feel how your fs's heart races as you make eye contact with them. I feel like you have dreamy but sharp eyes. I am getting if looks could kill lol. You have a very mysterious aura that people just wanna get to know. You could be a witch or like to wear dark clothes. Your fs loves how classy and clean you look. I just heard they like the way you smell haha. You might have a resting bitch face. Similar to Pile 1, I feel like your future spouse will love how independent you are but unlike pile 1 you give off more of a lone wolf vibe. Pile 2 your fs is an absolute simp. I am just seeing them drooling over you and willing to do anything you ask. Gosh darn it Pile 2 your fs sees you as sexy af. I keep hearing step on me lmao. Your fs doesn't just love your looks, they also find your mind very sexy. You are very intelligent and wise and your fs loves to listen to you speak your mind and talk about your interests. They love to see the passion in your eyes as you do the things you like to do and put your all into your work. Your fs loves when you can be vulnerable with them and share your struggles with them cause all they wanna do is help you. Their love language is most likely acts of service. Your fs loves your unwavering confidence in everything you do and the mystery of never knowing what's next with you.

Advice cards:

Put your tasks and goals in order

The conditions are primed. Yes it can happen and if you believe, it will!

Release all attachments that don't serve you

Get clear about what you want

Your acts of love, kindness, and unlimited forgiveness bestow grace upon you

Align your body, mind, and spirit with your heart

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3

Cards: Knight of Wands rx, Page of Pentacles, Seven of Cups, Ten of Wands, The Sun, Five of Cups, Eight of Swords rx, Knight of Pentacles rx

Back of the deck: Ace of Pentacles

Your fs loves how hardworking you are. They admire sparkle in your aura as you put your all into what you are passionate about. I am getting that they love watching you believe in yourself and push to achieve your goals. It's giving the energy of someone that has their whole future planned out in front of them. I heard you are the person of my dreams. You are the Amy Santiago to this person's Jake Peralta (some of you may be Brooklyn 99 fans). I am getting that your fs just loves being in your presence. Your fs loves your sense of humor and they feel like they could joke around with you for hours. Your fs loves how free you are. They aren't the kinda of person to hold you down and prevent you from doing what you are passionate about. Your fs love the way you communicate and express yourself. I am getting that your fs may have been raised in an environment where the communication was really unhealthy and hard to speak your mind. I feel like you will help them learn what healthy communication is and they are really thankful to have you in their life. Your fs will love the quality time that they spend with you just being yourselves. I feel like your fs may like to slow dance with and feel close to you. You look like you came out of a victorian painting to you fs. They see you as very angelic. I keep seeing rosy cheeks so you could have very rosy cheeks or they just can't help but blush in your presence. I am getting that they can see themselves starting a family with you. They can see you growing old together. Overall, your fs love your partner in crime dynamic and love how you are their other half.

Advice cards:

Hold your life from a sacred viewpoint, Witness the universal picture

Get clear about what you want

It is important to understand and value your own energy

Give yourself your own approval

Create a plan and take the first step

No better time to exists than right now

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4

Cards: Six of Wands, Four of Swords rx, Ace of Pentacles, Six of Pentacles rx, Ten of Cups, Three of Swords rx, The Hermit rx, King of Cups

Back of the deck: Queen of Swords

I am getting soulmate vibes for this pile. Your fs feels like they won the lottery getting you. They love how you live rent free in their head. This person may have dreams about you or even have daydreams of you before they even meet you. I feel like your fs may have had a crush on you for a while now. You could have gone to school with them. Your fs loves that you are very eye-catching. They love your fashion. Kinda random but I am getting some of you might be associated with jazz. Some of you may smoke which isn't for everyone but if you do they find it very attractive. Your fs wants to be your knight. You might like to play video games and your fs loves to play with you and get lost in the game for hours. You are the Zelda to their Link. Your fs loves to prove their love for you everyday in the small things they do for you. I feel like your person may have been through a lot of heartbreak but you taught them what real love is and could feel as the more time they spent with you, the more their heart started to mend together again. They feel like they were born to love (ugh so cute). I heard my heart belongs to you and time stops when I am with you. Oh my gosh pile 4 your fs is such a poet. They might write songs about how they feel about you and it is all they cutest cheesy lyrics you have ever read and love it cause you know all of their words comes straight from their heart. Your fs loves how you open up to them and be yourself around them.

Advice cards:

You can if you think and believe you can

In harmony your inner self, you are free to do or be whatever you choose

You may need to take a break from the situation or simply take a rest

You are greater than your story

Pay attention to your breathing, It is reflecting your life

Look closely at what is going on around you

Channeled Songs:

Thank you for tuning in ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

[nerdranttheories]

Taking Care of All Might

Warnings: None. There’s nudity but it’s not described. He’s just having a nice bath while you wash his hair, because I’m a sucker for intimacy.

When the door opens, you can already tell it’s been one of those days. Mostly because you watch the news whenever he’s out on patrol, but even if you didn’t, the way he just stands in the doorway, hovering, like he doesn’t deserve to step inside his own home is telling enough.

It could be any number of things holding him there, the top-ranked hero keeps himself to a higher standard than anyone else in the world.

“Come on in, honey. I made your favorite.”

Toshinori sighs, but doesn’t argue, and begins taking off his shoes in the genkan.

“It smells delicious,” he lies, uninterested in food or the smells of it since he had the the total gastrectomy. He tries to put on a cheerful grin anyway, because he’s All Might. You raise an eyebrow, but don’t hold it against him.

To take off his shoes he has to take off his whole suit (Bless David Shield and his design choices) so when your sunflower steps in the kitchen and puts his arms around you, he’s practically naked.

You sigh into his chest, listening for his heart and the slow ebb and flow of one lung.

He seems equally relieved by the physical contact, breath deepening and the tension in his arms going away, if only slightly.

“C’mon, eat. Then bath time.”

Toshi nods, and sits down at your kotatsu. It’s much taller than a normal one, so it doesn’t warm your legs as well, but it’s better for your his long legs. He hums in relief, the warmth probably feeling amazing on his sore muscles.

“So, how was your day today?” He tries, as he looks at the food. He fiddles with his chopsticks restlessly.

“Oh, the usual. I saw this really cute dog, do you want to see her?”

“Of course!” You stand up and move to Toshi’s side, scrolling through your phone with one hand and plucking up some food from his plate with your chopsticks.

“Open for me?”

“I can feed myself,” Toshinori protests.

“Do you want to see the dog?”

Toshinori sighs, but opens his mouth, like a baby bird. He grumbles slightly as he closes his mouth and takes the bite, but brightens considerably when you show him the picture.

“She’s so cute!” He melts at the fluffy little thing, so adorably furry that you can barely even see her eyes in the picture.

You want to say something cheesy like “but not as cute as you!” But you’re trying to make him take care of himself and not starve, so that takes precedence in your mind.

“Open.”

“Again?” Still, Toshi sighs and opens his mouth. Eventually he gives up altogether, laying down his chopsticks and letting you feed him until he’s holding a giant hand up and shaking his head.

“I think that’s all I can handle, dear. But thank you.” He gently guides your hand down.

“Anything for you.” You kiss his knuckle, and he still blushes like a schoolgirl. He wipes his mouth when you release him, coughing slightly. Thankfully there’s no blood this time.

“Bath time?” You suggest.

He nods, agreeing, and follows you to the bathroom where he takes off what clothes remain, his underwear and his pair of socks. You have to get the water going, so he sits on the toilet to wait, grasshopper legs bent out awkwardly. For now, you settle on the floor in front of him while you wait for the water to get warm, and you begin massaging his feet.

Toshinori moans lightly and hangs his head back, knowing better than to try and protest by now.

The knots are like steel, and you know you won’t be able to get them out in a single sitting. Not unless you had a few hours, and you know his hyperactive self won’t be able to sit still for that long. Even when he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’s up and down all night…

“I think the water’s warm,” Toshinori points out lightly.

You release him and he gets in, using the handlebar you insisted you needed for yourself. He narrowed his eyes at you, but eventually relented. It’s nice having someone who’s so skilled as a handyman around — a bit surprising, too. Who would think the greatest hero of all time would be so good at such a thing?

Of course, his skill with a hammer and some nails aren’t the only thing that attract you to him, as you carefully pour warm water over his downy-soft hair.

He practically melts into the sensation, groaning. It makes something flutter in your chest, watching those blue eyes disappear under the shadow of his brow to let just the tips of his blond lashes reach out into the yellow bathroom light. The hardness of his face softens, gritted teeth relaxing as the aches and pains seep out of him. His pale skin flushes into a more healthy color from the steam, and makes him look far more vibrant than he had when he stepped in your door. Poor thing.

You lather your hands with shampoo, and just as carefully wash his hair, careful to not get any soap in his eyes. It’s amazing he doesn’t have to wear glasses after all of those years of sun exposure and working relentless hours as a hero. Just goes to show it’s all just genetics.

“Thank you,” All Might murmurs when you’re done rinsing out his hair.

“You’re welcome. Yell if you need anything, yeah?” You’re planning to leave him to soak, but long, skinny fingers grab your wrist, lightning-fast.

“Wait! Can you… Uhm, can you sit here with me?” Toshinori turns shy, looking away and not making eye contact. You chuckle and push his wet bangs back, kissing his forehead.

“Sure thing, just let me go grab my book.”

He sighs in relief, especially when you come back, a pillow and a book under your arm. Your free hand finds his, ignoring the dampness, and he rests his face against your arm.

He won’t say “I love you.” He’s too scared after a life of losing people. But you think you can feel it, in moments like this.

[weird-bookworm]

ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

a/n: i am writing this purely because all an irl friend of mine can talk about nowadays is how shua would be as an elder brother

pairing: elder brother!svt x fem!reader

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, comfort

word count: around 150 each? imma say 1050-ish in total

warnings: reader is implied to be straight, mentioned alcohol and clubbing, excessive use of ™, excessive simping, me thinking i'm good at this 💀 (we're getting there lol)

ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ

more of a dad than a brother

wayyy too overprotective

a kid at heart, bless him 🤭

chaotic asf

will not let you date. ever

expect him to go all out to scare potential dates away

as in, movie-level dramatic

no cooperation, will tattle to your parents

cuddle bear!!

as protective as he is, he probably introduced alcohol to you (or so he thinks)

"you are now an adult" "i've been an adult for 3 yea—" "YOU are an adult now, i will show you what alcohol is" "...cheol wtf 😃"

does not care about the fact that you've "known" alcohol for 3 years already

just know you're gonna take forever to meet his friends

gatekeeps you from them

they've known about you for a long time so they treat you normally after you pester him enough to introduce you

but they go all flirty when he's around, just to annoy him <3

and ofc you play along lol

pouty babie

ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ

a menace 😃

do not trust

mischievous af

i feel like he'll be the kind of brother to take you clubbing

as in, have fun but imma be there just in case

pretends to be your bf to ward off creeps lol

"i won't tell if you won't" when it concerns your parents

helps you sneak out at night as long as he can keep full tabs on your whereabouts

your therapist

silently holds you when you cry 🥺

then does some shit to make you laugh

Always cheats in games

annoying asf

likes to whine for attention when he's bored

aka full on pouts and doe eyes and long drawn cries of your name because "i'm boreddddddd"

acts the same when you're trying to study

probably doesn't care if you're dating

but only if he approves and you're happy and safe

ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ

weirdly protective

will randomly barge in your room to tickle you

hangs out with your friends as if they're his, not yours

the Bane of Your Existence 😩

but also your comfort person

one minute he's teasing the hell out of you

and another he's holding you tight in his arms as you rant about your day

will listen to it all too

no interruptions

says shit, then goes "i love you" before you can get a word out

partner-in-crime for Everything

goody two shoes in front of your parents though 🙄

his life's goal is to make you cringe at any given moment

will cross boundaries to make it happen

starts flexing (his muscles) in front of your friends to embarrass you

willingly drives you around

teases you with the fact that every. single. one. of your friends has a crush on him

pretends to be clueless

really isn't

he just loves you a lot ok?

ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ

a goof

hyperactive, practically bounces around the house

forever giggling at everything remotely amusing thing you do

acts like a younger sibling

most adorable

roams around the house like a ghost in broad daylight

likes to yell randomly

it scares you shitless

every. single. time.

a tease

talking to a cute guy? *eyebrow raise* going on a date? *eyebrow raise* talking on the phone? *eyebrow raise*

(it was just your mother 😭)

is often found asleep on the couch

creeps your friends out with the way he sleeps 💀

strangely wise

like, you'd expect the goofball to be a himbo

always has good advice

ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ

hyperactive puppy

(he would prefer tiger but when have you ever listened to him?)

you are sick of choosing tiger themed gifts for his birthday and as celebratory gifts for his endless achievements

(you're proud of him, really, but seriously?)

you're even sicker of getting tiger themed gifts for your birthdays

you can never bring yourself to throw them out though 😔

forever doing adorably weird shit

you can't tell if he likes it when you squish his cheeks anymore, you do it so often

in the mood for teasing? call him a hamster

hell bent on annoying the hell out of you

rambles non-stop when he's excited

comes to your room later to quietly thank you for listening anyway 🥺

stands behind your parents when they're scolding you

and makes faces to make you laugh

a lightweight drunk

so you're basically stuck dealing with a toddler who's constantly trying to kiss you

always goes pouty when you threaten to murder him

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ

on the more quieter side

often games all night

and you join him because why not

only ever yells while gaming

you guys have a very Chill dynamic

annoys you— not too often— by using the biggest, most nerdiest words ever

in casual conversations no less 🙄

secretly Fond™

you'll find cute notes everywhere in the house if you're sad or stressed

only and only you can hug him (...and maybe mingyu, who can so no to him?)

silent comfy hangouts

sometimes very very loud and very very dramatic

pretends to be cool when you introduce your bf to him

he is not cool

i'm talking stinky side eyes when you're not looking and total hostile cat behaviour 😅

just know he's scaring the poor guy away

ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ

spends more time in his studio than he does home

workaholic

worries you by never sleeping

when he does sleep though

sleepy kitty 🥺

you're gonna spend at least 15 minutes just trynna get him up

cares quietly

has his crazy moments

you're somehow taller than him? excuse me? he's older and has more testosterone, what do you mean?

gets so annoyed when they strangers treat you like his elder sister

ofc you're busy laughing at his -_-

extreme kitten mannerisms

he doesn't know though

so you and his friends have a good laugh every time he does something remotely cat-like

and ofc you have special access to his studio 😁

because he may not admit it but he's just really fond of you

so he spoils you as much as his budget allows

[thunder-point]

So, Cole, in your hybrid universe, do you think there are two types of people: those who suppress their animal parts and those who take great pains to enjoy and cherish their animal parts? and do you think that due to a wrong viewpoint of seeing human as superior to animals has led to this division of 'them vs. us' where in fact you're supposed to fight your animal parts and use only your human ones as much as you can? And do you think Phum's parents definitely have this oppressive worldview and have probably punished Phum for showing his animal part? And so for years and years the only times Phum has allowed himself to be a full-on dog hybrid is when he's fighting/really fucking angry? But Peem did not grow up like that and was taught to cherish and love his animal side so he never suppresses those animal urges (for example: what you said about him never suppressing his purring) AND which is why Phum's kinda stingy behaviour towards his own dog side rubs him the wrong way? And Phum finally and ONLY lets out his soft dog side with Peem apart from Fang?? And when Peem witnesses that side of Phum for the first time he CATCHES FEELINGS FASTER THAN YOU COULD SAY 'DOG'???

uhm. anyway.

You know what I think, Alan? I think you're a goddamn genius and you should just marry me already because you already made me whipped for you and continue doing so every day.

This is. It's amazing. I have no words??? The repression of their animal side versus the one who don't do it is amazing. It would work perfectly with Phumpeem - the juxtaposition of Peem's nature, the easiness of it, the natural flow, versus everything Phum went through to suppress it because of Expectations and Repercussions. And they clash because of it. Peem thinks it just shows how shallow Phum is as a person, at first, not understanding why. But then, as time passes and he realizes things are not what they seem, it dawns on him so hard that he doesn't let go of Phum for hours on end.

He's the one who encourages Phum (alongside Fang, of course, but that has been a true battle for the older brother, who also keeps a modesty of restraint on his own instincts because he's in that same household) to be himself, to growl and whine and sniff at Peem all he wants, to be hyperactive and ask for love and attention and pets. To let go. Peem's the one to show his own instincts, that he's not afraid to knead biscuits into Phum's thighs when they nap and he's comfortable, who purrs, who makes low sounds of irritation like a cat would when they want to warn someone off.

Bless your heart I will explode that's how much I love this ask and how much you made me think about this.

[thatboreddrake]

The Tripartite Pantheon of Volcano Manor

Ok, so bear with me here. Was playing Elden Ring earlier, and was hit by a realization that is absolutely, positively an example of one of the following memes:

So buckle up and lets go because Drake is back on his hyperactive conspiracy theory bullcrap!

First off, the snake-worshippers of Mt. Gelmir:

Serpent-God’s Curved Sword: Curved sword fashioned in the image of an ancient serpent deity and tool of a forgotten religion practiced on Mt. Gelmir. Formerly used to offer up sacrifices

Fairly cut and dry. They worshipped Eiglay, Serpent of the First Sin, and used such swords to sacrifice to it (her? Idk).

Next, the assassins that also operated out of Mt. Gelmir:

Serpent Bow: Malformed bow in the shape of a pair of poisonous snakes. Imbues arrows with poison through pagan magic, revealing its true worth when used with poison-infused arrows. Used by assassins known as the Formless Serpents.

Based on the common snake motif and the allusion to “pagan magic”, I think it’s fairly safe to assume that these groups were at least connected, if not one and the same.

But wait, the Serpent Bow uses poison. What other deities that we’ve talked about in the past are associated with poison?

Poison Armament: Those who dwell within poison know rot all too well. The death that begets life, that comes to all equally. That is to say: it is the cycle of rebirth put into practice.

“But wait,” you say, “that’s just a coincidence!”

And I would’ve thought so too, except for one thing. May I present:

Scorpion Talismans: A talisman carried by assassins who strike unseen. Patterned on a scorpion freshly shed of its exoskeleton, its claws seizing a heart that (sparks with lightning/burns with fire/with a blessed glow/shimmers with magic).

Granted, this is a bit of a stretch. However, unless I am sorely mistaken, the only assassin groups we hear of in-game are a) the Black Knives, b) the Sellian sorcerers, c) the Ravenmount assassins, and d) the Formless Serpents.

The Black Knives may strike unseen, but they wouldn’t carry the symbol of the scorpion, a heretic’s relic according to the Scorpion’s Stinger. The Sellian sorcerers use magic to hide their presence, but their connection links them more to the Nox and the Eternal Cities. Ravenmount assassins dress so as to evoke the imagery of the Deathbirds and are in no other way associated with scorpions. Thus, I propose that Scorpion Talismans were carried by none other than the Formless Serpents who struck “unseen” from afar using pagan magic to enhance their archery. After all, one need not fear increased damage (a secondary effect of the scorpion talismans) if one does not plan to be within range of one’s target.

And so, I propose that the Formless Serpents worshipped both the God of Rot, the Divine Scorpion, and Eiglay, the Devouring Serpent. Targets assassinated and sacrificed in the serpent’s name are thus inducted into the rot to which all life must return to be born again.

But wait, that’s only two deities! How then could I call it a Tripartite Pantheon? Friends, may I once more present for your perusal:

Bloodboon: Thrust arm into the body of the Formless Mother, then scatter the bloodflame to set the area ablaze

Granted, this is THE most threadbare of my connections. However, I would propose that draw a portion of their name from the Formless Mother. Not much evidence other than this, but I feel that it helps draw the theory together into a cohesive hole.

In conclusion, I propose that the “forgotten religion” of Mt. Gelmir is as such: the Formless Serpents were an assassin group worshipping a triune pantheon featuring gods of death, life, and rebirth. Their god of death was, if not Eiglay themselves, then at the very least the cultural memory of a devouring serpent. The god of rebirth was none other than the God of Rot, as discussed in my previous lore theory. The god of life was the Formless Mother, desiring wounds and granting new life. Thus did the assassins operate: targets were assassinated, their souls fed to the devouring serpent. From there, poison and rot returns their bodies and souls to that from which they came, and the Formless Mother of blood crafts their soul-matter into a new form and grants them new life.

So yeah, not sure if any of that makes sense, but it feels like I may be onto something here.

Actual footage of my thought process:

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hi hhi moonie-cutiee I wanted to ask for a narc anciel x gnreader that is a bit hyper and has a n̶o̶t̶ s̶o̶ secret crush on him

Don't forget to drink and eat well and good afternoon/morning mwah ily

Energetic reader has a obvious crush on him

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Marc Anciel ]

[ Miraculous Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir ]

This is my first time writing for him soooo I hope I made it right <3

it was quite an interesting prompt to write, it kept ne thinking on how it could go and it was funny to do so too! Thanks for requesting it Jana-chan 🩷

Marc is a rather shy person, he prefers having time all by himself and also has some problems relating to others, you two have to be friends before Marc feels ready to open up and actively spend time with you so, at the end, for him having a friend that is energetic and a little hyperactive is both, a bless and a curse

Marc kinda admires your energetic personality, being able to just go around doing and expressing yourself all you want is something he can see as positive and even envy it a little since he doesn't feel the courage to do something like that in the slighest, however he finds it a little problematic whenever you end up dragging attention ti him too, he doesn't like much being in the spotlight and gets easily anxious whenever that happens, so as much as he likes your personality he find it quite troublesome

Honestly it would take a while for Marc to accept that you actually have a crush on him, even when your liking for him is pretty obvious and his friends can confirm it Marc spend quite some time denying it just because he is too shy to think on something like that, besides he doesn't want to think about it, the only thought of you having a crush on him make him anxious because he has no idea of what to do or how to react about it

When Marc finally accept that you do have a crush on him, he will not be calm in the slighest, first of all he is quite flustered by it, he thinks you are awesome and admirable so you having a crush on him it kinda sounds imposible, just that it is actually happening; in the other side, Marc has no idea on how to answer that, even if you haven't say anything about it directly Marc can't help but feel bugged by it, he doesn't really knows if he likes you back or not, he doesn't know how to react, what to think or even if he should say something about it, it is all confusing and makes him so nervous that he just want to run away and hide

Marc needs to have time to think about this whole situation, and will probably avoid you for a while since he feels his heart heavy with anxiety everytime he sees you (even when he feels incredibly bad for doing it), it will take some time and with a lot of help from his other friends he will be able to finally calm down at some point, at least enough to think more clear and calm

Its also thanks to his friends that he will grap his mind around the idea of not doing or saying anything about it for now, if you haven't say anything directly and he doesn't know if he likes you that way it would be better to wait a little longer to take time to keep being friends like always until he manage to fully understand his feelings and give you a proper answer

Marc will go back to be quite shy again after coming back and apologize for avoid you, but with your energetic personality it wouldn't take him long to be able to feel comfortable again and just keep being the same as always

[quandaryqueen]

He has a serious relationship with S/O who has a kid. After some time he helped the kid with something and they went "Thanks dad." Without realizing.

Riddler BTAS, YJ, Arkamverse

Thanks dad

Edward Nygma X Reader

FIRST OF ALL THAT'S PRECIOUS OMFG 😍

💚 Young Justice

Children? Oh he fights them on a daily basis... He can't say that, can he? Ahh, fuck.

Look, he is one desperate cookie and those who glance upon him, he is latching himself to them faster than you can blink, regardless of who they are. A ten is still a ten even if they have a child from a previous relationship, he is willing to take any baggage, child included... N-No, he didn't mean to call the child a baggage--

Oh kids... Yeah, he doesn't really have a positive thing to say about them, especially when they're certain inconvenience that will render his plans collapsed because of them... But it's your child, they're an exception.

The little thing is tolerable for sure. A bit hyperactive, but what child isn't? A six year old who has a lot of question for the world, confused about socialising but his heart is at the right path.

Guess what their name is... Robin. An energetic gymnast with a penchant to ask plenty of questions, a known witty ass... Um yeah.

NO WORRIES, HE DOESN'T — ahem, he doesn't hate the boy at all! Even if he shares striking similarities with the boy wonder, he's checked just in case... Though sometimes he doubts himself, but then he is reminded that, in fact, Boy wonder Robin is no longer six years old, whereas Robin-Y/N's-son is only six years old.

Anyways, Edward picked up Robin from school for today and they greeted you with a concerning sight; your son holding a bloody handkerchief to their nose and your Edward's shirt bloodied with, presumably and hopefully, your son's blood... That is phrased wrong, but you know what I mean, right?

Edward then explains to you about Robin failing to secure himself in his seat and one abrupt halt after an encounter with a dumbass driver, your son was sent hurling forward and slamming his face against the seat in front of him. Oh Edward, our sweet Edward was a nervous wreck and it went a little something like this:

"Oh my god are you okay, buddy? Oh shi--oot. Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Edward bends back over the backseats, but to no avail, he resorts to leaving the driver's seat and entering the back. He nervously inspect your son, wincing when his fingers touched and stained with blood, but he pushes through his squeamishness and pinches Robin's nose, all the while, his free hand hunts for his spare handkerchief.

"Am okaaay," Beams your son with a nasally voice, his big eyes identical to yours looking up at Edward. "That's a lot of blood."

"Oh no, Y/N's going to kill me!" He squeaks, finally able to get a hold of a handkerchief before using it to pinch your boy's nose.

"Yeah, blood is hard to get off a white shirt... And it's brand new." Oh bless his heart.

"Whatever you do, don't tilt your head up," Edward says, absentmindedly wiping his bloody fingers on his shirt before reaching for the bottle of sanitiser in the glove box. Luckily, he spots a bag of wet wipes and opts to use it instead. "Give me your hand."

Robin puts a hand out and Edward got to work with ridding the red from Robin's fingers and palm. Robin switches to his other hand and Edward does the same. During the act, even in concentration and panic, Robin's nasally voice does not slip his ears.

"Thanks dad."

.... Augh 😫

💚 Arkhamverse

Children are not his thing, he'd like to stay away from those fussy miniature humans with underdeveloped minds as much as possible... But he is making an exception with this one that happened to be his favourite person's daughter.

At first he was a touch tense around your daughter, opting to lean away and at times, dismiss them as much as he can, until you scolded him to include her as a package that comes in the relationship and if he doesn't want that, then he should drop the relationship all together. Apparently he loves you enough thay he began to be less dismissive of the child.

... he supposes your daughter, Helen, isn't that bad. She's tolerable unlike other children. Curious little thing, fidgety, and a bit timid. At first she too was afraid of Edward, sensing that she isn't wanted to be dealt with, until he himself began warming up to her that the nine year old began to open up as well.

Peaking from the threshold of the kitchen, you spot Edward who had just crawled out his development facilities and freshly bathed, sitting across the counter from Helen as she moves between to the surface of the counter and the stove where a pot is boiling. Tipping your head upwards, to see a chess board on the countertop.

You remembered how Helen brought up yesterday she needed to enhance her puzzling skills to compete against other schools. She had only recently developed an interest to puzzles thanks to Edward and specifically towards chess.

"Are you sure that's your final move?" Edward asks after Helen has placed a piece down on the board.

Helen, upon being greeted by this question many times, began to analyzing and questioning her move. Noticing what he is implying, she takes her move back and places her piece elsewhere.

"Good. Remember, during a real chess match, you can't just hope your opponent does not capture your piece."

"Okay... Thanks dad."

Edward's game plan to destroy the child with a checkmate once again has been thwarted with a single word. Dad... DAD---

Short circuiting. Give him a moment to process. He got knocked off-guard so hard he lost to Helen. Well, she can't just call her opponent's 'dad' to catch them as off guard as Edward now can she?

💚 Batman the animated series

He is selective when it comes to children. On the other hand, he had made a demographic out of younger groups of people and kept them in mind when it comes to developing video games and on the other, he can find a few of them as obnoxious and he actively turn away from them just so he could act out the urge to smack a child.

But your daughter Meri was nothing but am absolute dear, Edward couldn't help but to simply adore the precious little babe! A polite young lady who is a touch playful and is an absolute delight to talk to! Edward couldn't help but to want to spoil the girl! ... If you'd allow him. Can he? Okay, not too much, just this Gameboy.

Meri doesn't play videogames all that much but when Edward introduced her to a Gameboy, oh boy, he might just make a gamer girl out of he. I mean, since the man has also the intricate knowledge about programming, he might get her interested in it as well! The process of which Edward was teaching her now to be accustomed with playing with one is something they bond over, at times where Meri couldn't bear a certain level she would tug in Edward's sleeve and ask him to help her out.

How could he say no to the face that resembled you??? Tasks and agenda are now thrown away, we must beat this level of Super Mario Bros. It will cost him his career as a Internationally renowned threat as a rogue, but he says it's worth it. Why, you may ask?

"YAY! Thanks dad, you're the greatest!"

Among the influx of emotions, the only implication of the absolute joy he feels inside leaks through his soft smile and he pulls your daughter against his chest and pats her head.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 2

*GALE’S POINT OF VIEW*

Chapter 6

I found it rather difficult to fall asleep due to the intensity that the day brings us tomorrow, between the horrors of the Bhaal cult, the potential for other troubles along the way, and the dreariness of leaving my wife behind. I lie here admiring her sleeping face as I try to ignore it all, and just seeing her slumber peacefully eases the rapid thoughts racing through mind. What could she be dreaming about, I wonder? How did I get so lucky to meet someone like her? To be loved like she loves me truly is a blessing I never thought I’d receive, nor do I believe I deserve it. I gently kiss her forehead as she sleeps, inhaling her natural aroma that pleases the senses.

While I know Emmy, Jenevelle, and I will be fine, I am terrified of the possibilities that we could lose our friends who aren’t immortal, our families who are scattered all over, and the innocent people who are bound to lose their lives. How many have died within the past couple days? Twenty? Thirty? One-hundred? Come on, Gale. Don’t think about it.

Morning finally greets us, and I did not get much sleep at all, but that means none to me. Before I have the opportunity to even get dressed, Karlach, Wyll, Halsin, Astarion, and Shadowheart are all at the front door ready to go. Did they all conveniently meet here or did Withers set off some obnoxious alarm somehow to make sure they knew to come? I gently shake Emmy’s shoulder to wake her; Gods, I don’t want to be away for so long. Who knows how long this could take us?

“My love, I have to leave now,” I whisper to her. She opens her eyes, the bright golden sun beaming inside them as she wakes. I put on a decent shirt as she’s trying to get out of bed. “I’ll miss you so much. I’m so sorry this is so terribly sudden.” She gently steps toward me and wraps her arms around me from behind, pouting into my back. I laugh lightly as she tries to hide her cuteness.

“How will we know everyone is okay?” Her voice is full of worry but it’s understandable why she would feel this way. “I hope we don’t lose anyone. We already lost Jaheira.”

“I know, baby. I know. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.” We both walk into Jenevelle’s room together and I notice she’s still asleep; heavily, too. Oh my sweet baby, I’ll be thinking about her the entire time I’m gone. Melancholy fills my heart from the thought of not knowing how long I’ll be gone; but it has to be done. I lean down to kiss her delicate little cheek that smells of lavender petals – thanks to her bath herbs from last night.

“I love you Jenevelle,” I murmur in her ear. “Daddy will miss you.” Emmy and I head down the stairwell to the downstairs area so I may depart with the others on this journey. I open the front door, noticing Astarion holding Shadowheart in his arms as she holds their little boy.

“I love you both,” he tells her quietly. Her bottom lip sticks out just a little as a frown droops across her face. “Don’t you forget it. I promise you this, we’ll be back.” I turn to look at my wife once more and we part with one final kiss before I step outside.

“I love you,” she whispers. “Come back soon.” Halsin, Wyll, and Karlach stand behind Astarion as Shadowheart walks inside with their son, accompanying Emmy while I’m away. Astarion takes a deep breath then relaxes his shoulders.

“Off we go then,” he says.

Through the city of Waterdeep we go and it feels so empty without my two favorite people, though deep down I know this is what I must do. The area around us is so calm and inviting; people chatting and laughing on the street and drinking tea, birds singing as they splash in their birdbath, and even the fresh scent of books coming from the open doors of the library.

“Astarion! Gale! Let’s cheer up, mates!” Karlach cheers, nearly scaring the daylights out of me with her hyperactive enthusiasm. “There’s…well, maybe a few positive sides to this adventure.”

“Name a few,” Astarion and I say simultaneously, then glance at each other for a moment.

“Well, you get a break! And, on that note, when you get back home, the feeling of seeing your loved ones again will overflow you with joy.”

“You have a point,” I add. “That will be nice seeing them once we get back. The yearning for missing them will be fulfilled by their presence alone.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“And hey, Gale, you’ll get to use your magic again,” Wyll comments. Gods, yes. The urge has been killing me lately to apply my magic skills somewhere, but unfortunately I haven’t had the chance. The only time I get to really do that anymore is when I’m teaching, and I don’t go back to the Academy for another month. Hopefully I’ll be back by then. I avoid using my magic around Jenevelle, regardless of her being immortal, because I’m not taking any chances. “In your case, Astarion, you can get jabby with those sharp daggers and feed off some Bhaalists.” Astarion hesitates, but doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

“Hm! I suppose you’re right. I won’t lie, that sounds like quite the treat. I’ve just grown so accustomed to a cozy life with a bed and no violence of any kind. This will be weird for me.” What Astarion said just reminded me how long it’s been since we’ve actually had to fight and destroy enemies of any kind. This will be strange, but hopefully we will get through it like we always have.

“It’s so beautiful seeing you two become such incredible fathers,” Halsin mentions. “I love to see it. And if you ever need a sitter –”

“Hey now! Fine, fine, we’ll take turns,” Karlach interrupts.

We finally stumble across the path that leads out of Waterdeep and suddenly I’m hit with traumatic flashbacks: Emmy being abducted by the clutches of Raphael. Orin. Gortash. Steel Watch. Hell, even Ketheric. The Dead Three have been – well, dead – for quite sometime now but the spontaneous traumatic visions I get of our past still hits me from time to time. I wish my mind would quit manipulating me into thinking about these horrors.

After a moment, I begin to snap out of these awful thoughts because the scenery is absolutely magnificent. The squirrels rustling through the leaves and a few foxes dashing in the forest a few feet away is only a fraction of it. Then there’s the mountains in the very far distance, which I’m not familiar with that area, and a lovely pond to our right as we continue on the dirt trail.

“So. Much. Walking,” Karlach groans. “Are we there yet, dad?”

“Which one of us are you talking to, Me or Gale?” Astarion teases.

“Either one, you’re both fathers. How close are we?”

“Oh. Oh-ho-ho,” Astarion chortles. “We aren’t even halfway there!”

“For fucks sake.”

The sky’s color begins to fade to a dark violet, so we decide it’s about time to set up camp. I won’t lie, I’m ready to sit down and enjoy a nice dinner by the campfire, maybe make some nice conversation so I can shake off the thought of being in Baldur’s Gate tomorrow. Gah, damn it Gale, quit being such a pansy.

“The good news is that we have yet to be attacked by anything,” Karlach says as she takes a large bite from her pork chop. “Gods, this is delicious.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch Karlach,” Halsin responds.

“You would be the one to make that comparison.”

“We’re bound to come across some sort of evil just on the journey there alone. Though, if we’re lucky, maybe we won’t. Maybe Silvanus will guide us with grace.”

“MAN, I need your enthusiasm. I keep wondering when we’ll be getting attacked by a werebear. I’m on edge. I hate real life sometimes.”

I am hoping Jamus was exaggerating, even just a little, on how bad it is in the city right now. The Bhaalists, the temple, the city probably being on lockdown from all the peril.

“What’s on your mind, Gale?” Wyll asks, and I immediately snap out of my train of thought.

“All of us have devoured our dinner and you’re just staring at your pork chop like a sad little puppy. What’s wrong, pal?” Gee, I must have really zoned out; I don’t even recall cooking at the campfire.

“I must have blacked out somehow. I’m fine, I promise. So peculiar, though, I don’t even remember cooking the meat or anything. I just remember Karlach talking about a werebear and that was it.”

“A weird side effect of immortality, perhaps?” Wyll questions.

“Try a side effect of parenthood. Even as an immortal, it can be exhausting. Unfortunately for Gale, his child will never grow up. Poor fellow,” Astarion adds.

“I think I’m just worried – or rather, missing – Emmy and Jenevelle. I’m worried about my mother… Damn. This entire predicament is causing my mind to implode. No wonder why Emmy was anxious the other night.” On top of my anxiety, I’m drowning in the feeling of guilt for not being there enough for Emmy when she was dealing with these thoughts. I’m glad she’s feeling somewhat better, though. I take a deep breath and release the negative energy within me. “No. We’ll all be fine. We will end this.”

“Hey! That’s the spirit!” Karlach cheers. “How are you feeling, Astarion?” He hesitates and scoffs, but follows up with a sigh of what appears to be relief.

“I do miss them. Shadowheart and Asher, I mean. I’ve finally found a purpose. People I love unconditionally that love me the same way. It isn’t…fake love and seduction. It’s emotional fulfillment and actual love. I’ve never had that before.” I smile at Astarion as he tells us his true feelings. It’s truly incredible that he’s overcome two centuries of pure torture and he’s finally where he belongs.

I manage to eat now that I’m fully engaged in conversation. Maybe Astarion’s right; maybe I’m just mentally drained. The stress of the Bhaal cultists is taking a toll on me, on top of having to be away from my wife and baby. I hope they are doing okay without me. It’s time to rest so I can be more powerful and feel my best before we make it to Baldur’s Gate tomorrow, because as an immortal, that seems to be the key to maximum strength.

[5eraphim]

Official Roster of Characters for the monster mash-

(I'm so sorry to everyone who's sent a request I have yet to get to, but I'm on a spiral, and this is the one thing I can focus on ngl-)

Some are odd choices, but I wanted a good mix of obscure monsters with the more common ones. I hope the backstories justify the choices well! ^^

Red Team!

RED Scout: Horror Movie Slasher

A kind of Michael Myers or Bo Sinclair type, he has no supernatural powers and relies on nothing but his own force of will to get his sick thrills and escape capture. He's a hyperactive little maniac with bloodlust like none other. (Additionally, he is in a serial killer duo with BLU Pyro.) 

RED Soldier: Battlefield Ghost (American Redcap)

The once-promising Soldier who met a grizzly end on the battlefield fighting with all his heart now bound to the land he once protected as his restless spirit looks to avenge his own death, slaughtering all who dare tread on his resting place. No living man could comprehend the madness and hatred of the ex-soldier, as in life, none could compare to his heart and dedication to battle. Now the Soldier fights in an endless war in death with no promise of freedom. (A redcap is a ghost from English/Scottish folklore, describing the spirits who haunt boarders and the areas where the living once fought to protect and expand their homeland, something much like the ghosts haunting places like Sharpsburg, Chikamauga and many other such positions from the era of the civil war.)

RED Pyro: Cursed Living Doll

Pyro, as a living doll, has known several lives. Once, the gift of an elderly toymaker for his grandson, a little stuffed fireman, inspired by the fables the little boy would make up and perform for his Grandfather. Using the little toys as players as he narrated for his Grandfather, who would watch with wrapped attention, knowing he needed to make this toy perfectly to fit such a blessed and inspired storyteller. And for a few months, the little toy Pyro was the star performer in all the boy's shows, as he performed for family and friends alike. It was a cruel irony when tragedy struck the little boy's house in the form of a roaring blaze, one which snuffed out the life of the boy who died, clutching his most prized possession, praying it would deliver him to safety, as he'd done to so many other little boys in his stories. Years later, when the remnants of the toy were discovered, miraculously avoiding much damage from the fire, it was donated to a toy history museum, where it was to be touched up and put on display. But after the superstitious historian caught the cursed little thing moving about in the night on its own, he refused to lay his hands on it. This continued for some time until the little Toy Fireman eventually wound up lost, all alone all over again. To this day, the toy wanders in shadows, wandering from person to person. Terrified, restless, homesick, always looking for his beloved Grandfather, lost so long ago.

RED Heavy: Frankenstein's Monster

A creature of few words but of massive scale. Heavy is known to those on the outside as a cruel, merciless monster, one who must be kept away at all costs. But those close to him know better. Heavy won't rise to violence without outsider instigation. He cares only about protecting those close to him. Frightening on the outside, Heavy cares little for those who look upon him with fear or derision. It's not an easy or pleasant life, but it's all he's ever known.

RED Demo: Satyr

Nowhere near as vicious as many of his counterparts, above all, he is a hedonist, a title Demo embraces with pride. A creature with the gods' blood running in his veins, Demo knows he can unleash unfathomable destruction at will and is no stranger to enacting as much. But above all, Demo lives for the finer things in life and all the secular pleasures he can get his hands on. He lives among the mortals and nymphs, beckoning the pure to sin and corruption, one full glass at a time.

RED Engineer: Cyborg 

In the lore of TF2, it's mentioned that many of the patents attributed to Engie were initially his Grandfather's inventions he'd workshopped and brought to the battlefield. Going off of this, consider Engie's Grandfather alone, desiring a child to care for, and if he couldn't create one biologically, he'd do it in his machine shop. (Imagine if the story of Pinocchio were steampunk instead of Germanic.) Being constructed in a cold lab surrounded by machines of war and artillery, Engie never learned how to understand humans except through means of war. When his Grandfather, his Maker, passed away, no one was left to inhibit the Cyborg's morbid curiosity for humanity. Equal parts machine of war and curious child exploring the world, Engie's world is a cold one, unfeeling and without meaning.

RED Medic: Corrupt/Evil Priest

The one holy and devout man of the cloth led astray to the path of sin through secular curiosities and the thirst for knowledge. The ex-priest now embraces the life of vice, actively working to convince others to follow in kind. The Medic was cursed from birth with an insatiable curiosity, and it was only a matter of time before this morbid fascination with the other-worldly would lead him to stray from God. Medic was always well educated and cultured, though nowadays, he's not nearly as kind-hearted as he once was, choosing instead to favor a life of black magic, studying the dark arts and the occult.

RED Sniper: Vampire Hunter

While he and his bloodline were once humans, they are now cursed to roam the Earth forever, unable to be granted the sweet embrace of death until every vampire has been defeated. It is a miserable life, to say the least. There is nothing but endless bloodshed, centuries spent hunting in the hope of one day finding peace. (A task all the more soul-crushing considering in this AU, the Administrator is a vampire herself, and taking her out is basically flat-out impossible.)

RED Spy: Undead Groom

A groom killed on his wedding night, double-crossed by his own bride upon learning of his affairs with other women. What was once a life of treachery, unfaithfulness, and betraying the hearts of unsuspecting morals is now an afterlife, eternally haunting the graveyard behind the chapel. (Gonna be brutally honest, this backstory is weak as fuck, I just think Spy in an undead groom get-up would go so hard-)

BLU Team!

BLU Scout: Werewolf

AKA the lil' runt of the liter. Volatile and competitive, werewolf Scout worked harder than all the other members of his liter to fight to the top. He knows he's worked hard for this, and though he may lead the pack now, he'll never forget the childhood he spent in last place.

BLU Soldier: Haunted Armor

A magnanimous sight, over two hundred pounds of hand-crafted iron worked to perfectly protect the wearer from enemies. In combat, it was nothing short of a work of art, turning the act of slaughter into a breathtaking spectacle and carnage into poetry. Armor like this was intended to live on the battlefield, not remain stationary, fixed in place by the mantel, as a parody of its former beauty. And only the original master of the armor, the restless spirit of a bloodthirsty Soldier struck down in combat, had the tenacity to reclaim his majesty. Possessing the armor and, in kind, forever walking the Earth, his only purpose of killing without mercy, showing everyone how the most beautiful and illustrious of armor was truly meant to be seen.

BLU Pyro: Masked Slasher

A creature of the night, a mask without a face, a shadow without a body. It's more about stalking Pyro and watching as a nocturnal predator. One who lives for the thrill of the hunt. As opposed to Scout's sadistic desire to kill. He's a creature who lives for the night. Pyro doesn't remember life before killing. All it knows is the call to evil that rises each night with the moon, making him the perfect partner in crime for the hyperviolent, not-so-discrete, Scout.

BLU Heavy: Yeti

Literally just canon Heavy if he never got out of Siberia and had more body hair.

BLU Demo: Phoenix-hybrid

Fire, explosions, collateral damage, nothing inspired this creature of fire and rebirth with wonder and satisfaction quite like the sight of a fire, the aftermath of a grand explosion tearing up and consuming all that lay in its wake. For all this destruction, there is always the promise of rebirth, and for as many deaths Demo suffers, he never fails to come back, just as strong and ready to fight as before.

BLU Engineer: Poltergeist

A restless spirit with a pension for the mechanical, a poor man who tragically lost his life at the hands of a freak tech accident. Feeling no sense of connection to the world around him except through the cords and metal, he wielded in life. Not malevolent, not vengeance-seeking, merely a lost soul looking to find the meaning he once knew in life wielding his tools and devices. Anyone who steps into the ex-engineer's shop would swear they felt watched, chills, and melancholy in the air.

BLU Medic: Grim Reaper

The angel of death here to separate the human body from its soul and send the spirit into their next life. Medic loves his job. He may have no control over how his victim dies, but every day he watches the life leave the eyes of his victims in unique ways, as morbid as it is fascinating. It's a privilege for him to learn so much about humans and their pain. Knowing he'll be the last thing they'll see before the afterlife is also quite honoring!

BLU Sniper: Gargoyle

An inanimate statue constructed for the sole reason of watching over the cathedral he rests above. For so long, he performed this task till he grew restless and longed to stray from his accursed perch. Through this agitation, Sniper was persuaded to allow a demon to possess his stone body to give him the freedom he longed to see. Though the demon never promised Sniper when he'd get his body back, and centuries later, the gargoyle continues to possess his body, prowling around at night, perching motionless during the day.

BLU Spy: The Bogeyman

An ancient creature who has existed to torment mankind as the moon rises and the mind enters a deep sleep. He is a shapeshifting manifestation of fear incarnate who lurks in the darkness feeding off of human suffering and madness. He lost his heart long ago, and feels nothing but a hunger, his endless need deep inside to fill the void inside of himself with the suffering of others, knowing so long as he prowls the night, he will never be satisfied.

shitpost-y alternates

Scout: Killer Clown

Need I say more?

Soldier: Minotaur

A hulking territorial beast who will protect his homeland no matter the threat. 

Pyro: Drude

A malevolent nocturnal spirit known to give people nightmares, originating from German mythology. Imagine the adorable power couple of drude Pyro with a ballonicorn mare frolicking through the night to terrorize the sleeping morals who rest in their wake- like, how cute is that!

Heavy: Centaur

Appearing wild and dangerous, but can also be down for a good time, won't turn to violence unprovoked, but will have fun with the violence in question.

Demo: Gorgon

Eternally pissed, he lost one of his eyes, so he uses his last one to turn bitches to stone and make this everyone else's problem.

Engineer: Carbunclo (creature!)

(Emphasis on creature, as I learned the hard way Carbuncio also refers to a specific type of skin infection.) Physical descriptions of the creature vary, though said to originate from Chilean folklore. He's kinda like a lil mammalian-looking creature with a bright gemstone on his forehead said to bring great luck and physical riches to the houses he visits. (Assuming he is treated well by the owners, naturally.) The creature is mainly drawn to salt-of-the-Earth, working-class type folks, so even if Engie weren't the Carbunclo in question, he would quickly endear himself to the critter.

Medic: Genie

An immortal demon who uses almost unfathomable cosmic power to simply fuck with people for shits and giggles.

Sniper: Amorak

A creature from the Inuit religion, Amoraks were spirit-like entitles that would hunt down and consume anyone foolish enough to go out hunting alone at night. Quite fitting for the lone-wolf mercenary.

Spy: Phantom of the Opera

A pompous, pretentious French guy in a mask who doesn't work well with others. They're perfect for each other.

[oyasumi-ashurii]

Okay, so it might be a little hard for me to cohesively put all my thoughts and feelings into why I care so much about Final Fantasy VIII, but because of the 25th anniversary and seeing a lot of you talk about your love of the game I'll try the best I can. So here's my embarrassingly and extremely long personal history with the game and why it will always be my favorite.

Before FF8 I was mostly a Nintendo kid. Mario and Zelda were all I really knew, and as a hyperactive as I was I didn't really have the patience for anything story-heavy that took a lot of reading. Though I did I get a PlayStation later on I hardly bothered with anything other than Spyro or Crash. Anything similar in graphics to FF7 or 8 was mostly foreign to me too, with maybe the closest being my cousin having the first Resident Evil and I was far too young and too scared to bother with anything like that. So you can imagine the complete and utter shock kid me had going to my uncle's and seeing him play FF8 for the first time. I don't think it had been out too long but he was already on disc 3 in Esthar and, bless his soul, he let me play his save for a while. Being able to fly around the map on the Ragnarok?? The realistic proportions and animations in battle?? The absolute BANGER of a soundtrack?! All of it had me excitedly begging my parents to buy me the game. Nine year old me didn't know roman numerals, though, just that it was called Final Fantasy with some weird lettering. I had no idea of Final Fantasy as a series and I didn't know it was the eighth game or that there were eight of them at all. I couldn't remember what the cover looked like either and my uncle not long after that was going through his own personal troubles so I wasn't able to visit or ask him. We didn't have internet at home until the early 2000s (it was AOL dial-up too, jesus, I don't miss that) and my parents were strict about internet use, so I was stuck. My dad did eventually buy me an FF game as a surprise when I was eleven, and lmao can you believe I was genuinely upset because it was Final Fantasy VII?! That being said, I have an INSANE amount of love and respect for 7. Considering how much easier I think the materia system is to understand for newcomers, having it as my first, full FF experience was a bit of a blessing lol. FF7 hit me in a different way than 8 did, and maybe I'll make a post about it sometime.

So other than the brief times on the internet (I was only allowed on for an hour or two before I was kicked off) and reading gaming magazines I had hardly any access or knowledge about FF8 until years later. I knew the characters briefly and read some small stuff here and there about the world, but that was it. Even so, I STILL loved it. I would draw them (I've drawn most of my life, and I still do occasionally as a fun hobby), write about what I thought they were like, so, so much of me embarrassingly obsessing over it and driving my small group of friends in school bonkers (oh lordy I just remembered my preteen username I had used on an FF forum and now I'm cringing.) You get it. So why did I cling to the game so much, even though I barely played it? Why did it mean so much to me? Because around the time I was twelve I was deeply depressed, and throughout my middle school and early high school life video games and their stories were the only joy and comfort I had. I'm not going to go into much detail because it feels too personal to write on tumblr about and I'd rather not think back too much. If you want the gist it was at a moment in time I was mostly on my own. I felt isolated and alone, and due to growing up in and around strict, conservative circles I struggled with feeling far behind my peers, so my personal and school life suffered. Things got better though and I'm happy in my life now, so that's really it.

As I got a little older I had played other FF's and RPGs in between that I also fell in love with (especially Kingdom Hearts) and funnily enough horror games, but I still didn't get my hands on 8 until I got it on my fifteenth birthday and I was over the moon. That night and many nights and weekends after that I played every single bit of that game. I had printed walkthroughs and a guide of the junction system, with overly-detailed notes I had scribbled down and highlighted. I had written down all the rules of triple triad, weapon upgrades, item refinements and what you get from monsters, side-quests, all of it. I had never went all in into a game before, but I did it because I wanted to experience the game that gave preteen me comfort everything it had to offer. And I remember vividly when I finished it I cried until I was almost out of breath.

But you know, I didn't get emotional because of the nostalgic school-like feel and inspired real-world setting, or the overall main plot with magic, sci-fi and sorceresses. It wasn't even the deeply interwoven love stories, the theme of fate or the gameplay either, though I grew to love all of those things dearly with time.

It was because I was a socially-awkward and lonely fifteen year old girl that watched an equally as awkward seventeen year old boy overcome his own deeply-rooted fears and trauma and come out at the end of it all on the path to healing.

And I knew I'd be okay, and ever since then this game has and will always be that reminder and comfort for me.

Thanks for reading.

[four-bastard-bustle]

Matt headcanon B ? :p

Headcanon A:  realistic

We all know his facade of superior hides a man who hates himself. We all know this. He's obsessed with himself either way but I just know that he berates himself constantly but also simultaneously goes "well if no one else is going to love me then I'll just have to love myself" and then he can't handle it when someone actually likes him and is kind to him. I'm not projecting, shut the fuck up

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Member of an antiques club. The old people are just about the only people he can stand besides Tom. Of course he naturally respects his elders but also they can and will randomly tell the wildest fucking stories from their lives and Matt lives for that sort of drama. Being nosey about Brunhilde's divorce and the mysterious disappearance of her ex is the most delightful thing to him.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

He will never find acceptance in his blood family. His father will resent him for the rest of his life because his son got bitten by a stupid zombie and didn't get "blessed" by the curse like his ancestors were. It was going to be his sign of reacceptance into the royal family. And he fucked it up. He's a failure. When Matt was told this point blank by his father he, being an undead meat eater, had a strong urge to attack his father. This shocked him to his core. It was the first time he's ever had negative thoughts about his father. And they went straight from admiration to an urge to kill. It terrified Matt. His own mind terrified him. No matter how much Tom would eventually assure him that his dad would totally have deserved it, Matt will never find himself comfortable with the fact that he wanted to hurt his own flesh and blood so badly.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

He's a mean bitch. I don't care how uwu sweet excitable and smiley hyperactive legacy made him and how much of that beyond keeps around, he's going to be the meanest most cynical little cunt on the planet forever in my eyes. They'll never take this from me

[poelya]

Asking you about your specific Poe brotps!! —CCFM

Rina....bless you so much for giving me a chance to infodump. So my brotps for Poe err on the side of gulp shittos: lots of background Resistance characters who have my whole entire heart, that I've built up entire dynamics with him off of - it's honestly maybe my favorite thing to write about, and comes up a lot in an rp 'verse me and my partner (@hermitmoss) wrote a few years ago. Some have some canon basis, others not so much lol. I just think that for majority of the Resistance, Poe is kind of this....surrogate big brother (Snap is also). If you're having a shit time, and Poe has time in his schedule, you bet your ass he's gonna give you a hug and let you talk things out. You need advice? Poe's probably got some to give, etc etc.

So first, there's Poe and Beaumont. Beaumont is the character we see in tros that hypothesizes ways that Palpatine could have survived. There's a really lovely comic where he goes to Kashyyyk with Chewie, which reveals that he's estranged from his parents who disapprove of his career choice (he is a scholar, with a focus on the Force). But! Relevantly, Beaumont is kind of a scruffy guy, so I decided that this guy in tfa

could definitely be Beaumont. It's not, canonically, because Beaumont only joins after the Hosnian Cataclysm, but this is my canon and I do what I want lmao. Basically, I think Poe and Beaumont bond over their interest in the Jedi/Force. Poe believes in the Force, per Oscar Isaac, and I tend to think that errs on a sort of religious belief for him; and since Beaumont has a special interest in the Jedi, I like to think there's a lot of philosophical conversations between them and Poe occasionally helping Beaumont pour over research materials (you remember how one of the high republic books, i think, canonized smutty romance books about the Jedi? the funniest mental image I have of them both running into one of those and getting flustered/mildly scandalized about it lmao).

In my little canon, Beaumont is a pretty lonely guy and is still working out what "friendship" can be like while reeling from the estrangement from his family, and Poe's really there to support him through the whole thing. And of course, Beaumont loves his very hyperactive friend right back and gives him support when he can as well. Also I feel like it'd be fun if Beaumont specifically got brought into the Resistance because of his connection to Tekka, and because they needed some idea on other Force oriented sights that Tekka could have visited!

Then there's Poe, Tallie and Paige. Yes they go together, lmao. Technically, a lot of my headcanons actually focus more on Snap than Poe here: Tallie is noted to be in charge of Blue Squadron, which Snap is second in command of, so I like to think they often swap duties, especially when Snap is busy with Black Squadron things, and they're like. Very bickery siblings who always argue over the last cup of caf in the morning (it's tradition!).

But I think it's canon-ish leaning that Poe is friends with Paige (I believe Kelly Marie Tran mentioned in an interview that the background is that Paige was friends with Poe and kind of a wingman to him, so that's how Rose is familiar with Poe?), and I like to think the same thing with Tallie. I think Poe and Tallie are kind of those friends that rib each other plenty - yeah, sure Poe's her commanding officer, but he's just as much of a dork as Snap so she's gonna give him plenty of shit.

I haven't built up nearly enough with Poe and Paige specifically, but I do headcanon that Tallie and Paige are together <33 because I love tragedy, I guess, but also there's a lot of commonalities between them, and I like picturing Poe being supportive of them and being the first to get the gossip that they're together because he accidentally runs into them kissing lmao.

I truly could keep going all day, but I'm gonna try to keep this somewhat brief, and just. Bullet point the rest lmao:

I think Poe is a little bit eager to get Admiral Ackbar's approval. It's kind of a whole thing in ghost story, because Ackbar is sort of the closest thing to an authority figure in Leia's life still, and that matters to Poe. He respects the hell out of Gial, and the two eventually wind up bonding over their love for Leia, and sharing koya fruit. To my endless delight, a ROTJ anniversary comic special confirmed that Ackbar was friends with Shara and Kes, and they were some of his most trusted confidants - which really adds so much to how close Poe seems to be with Aftab, calling him "junior" all the time....truly family friends!!!!

Poe!!! And Kalonia!! I've actually written about them once before. I think Poe really, really hates medbays from trauma of losing his parent(s), and tries avoiding them when he can, so it's kind of a running joke that Kalonia scares him. But! He'll also stop by early in the mornings to anonymously drop off bouquets of wildflowers or snacks for Kalonia, so she has a little bit of extra appreciation. And of course there's this moment I wrote of them in an rp that still tickles me to this day:

Beaumont smacked his scanner again, "Yeah it's...on the fritz. I guess Poe's the only one who's really getting help -" "Bruised ribs?" Kalonia said loudly, or as loudly as her soft voice would allow her. Poe nearly wilted under her stern gaze. "How did you expect to treat that yourself?" Poe hesitated a moment, before answering slowly, "Wait for them to unbruise?" Kalonia pinched the bridge of her nose, "Please get Commander Dameron under a stabilizer. Once he's treated, he and Knight Surris will help us treat Lieutenant Donneta's lekku."

She puts up....with so damn much....

then we have Poe and Kaydel!! Obviously their friendship (and his with C'ai) get a lot of focus in tlj which is one of my favorite things about the movie, but I love to think that she winds up being Black Squadron's psuedo baby sister. I think she has a habit of getting tunnel vision when she's working, that she forgets to eat and things like that, so they implement something they call "the kaydel protocol" which just means Black Squadron takes turn checking in on her through the day to make sure she's ate and drank plenty of water.

I also like tossing around Poe and Taslin Brance! We barely see Taslin in the movie, but there's a deleted scene where he's the one to inform Leia Poe's X-Wing was destroyed in the village, and in the Flight Log, he's the unfortunate soul to deal with crabby Poe "do not LOOK at me do not TALK to me about the fucking finalizer okay I'm FINE look at me I flew to Takodana and Starkiller, could a traumatized person do THAT" Dameron by trying to get him to debrief. I think Taslin is something of an anxious, kind of clumsy guy, that is horrified and exasperated by the kinds of stunts Poe comes up with, and probably does a lot of the more "boring" high command work with Poe, like paperwork and lists and stuff.

And especially for you, Rina, I LOVE Poe and Threepio's dynamic! I know their dynamic is written fairly inconsistently from the comics to the films, but I find the accidental like, implied development of their dynamic really enjoyable. I love the parts in the comic where Poe's like you really shouldn't be calling me master you're a war vet and a hero man, we should be calling you that, and Poe hauling ass back to carry Threepio out of danger, and then Threepio offering to sacrifice himself so Poe can escape Terex....ough. I like the implication that they went from these very professional colleagues to friends that are so done with each other but come hell or high water they're sticking it out for each other. It always tickles me in tlj when Poe is listening to Finn and Rose's plan and goes "so we blow that one up?" Threepio just WHIRLS around like "wHAT did you just say" it's so delightful to me, and I love that Threepio tends to give it right back to Poe in tros when they're all snippy with each other ("you both make excellent points....some times" makes me laugh my ass off every time). and then poe calling threepio his brother in the tros novelization??????????????????????????? ough......I really can't think of any dynamic with a human that Threepio has where he'll rib right back, so to speak, and it just. Fascinates me. I want so much more about them, especially since I'm sure they worked closely together since Threepio has his spy network and Poe seems to oversee a little bit their other spy network, on top of being (somehow) a spy himself.

[sealrock]

Uncommon question: 'Which of your OCs do you think you'd get along with the most?' (Bonus: which one would you absolutely not want to share a taxi with?)

ask meme

answer roulette

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I assume you're talking about this question in your ask, but I'll answer it anyway!

undoubtedly, it would have to be yves. don't let his freakishly tall stature and glowy eyes and eldritch abomination true form scare you, he's socially inept, he doesn't like touching people, and he doesn't like talking. just like me :p. we would most likely sit next to each other and have non-verbal communication. if there was a meme to describe both of us, it would be this one

as for your bonus question: it's a toss up between kirke, achille, and evander

kirke is definitely someone I wouldn't want to hang out with, for obvious reasons, especially not in a taxi. she's creepy and disturbing and an all around bizarre person. imagine sharing a small space with a sentient zombie who would rather cut you up in tiny pieces for study than eat you, or worse. and she would talk about your slow and torturous death like one would discuss last night's football game

achille, bless his heart, talks too much and is too hyperactive to sit next to for long. he's that type of passenger who doesn't know when to shut up and doesn't notice social cues. if someone is trying to avoid him, like myself, he'll just up the ante and try to get a reaction out of you for shits and giggles

evander is someone I wouldn't sit next to for $10k simply because he's an egotistical smartass who thinks he's above everyone else. he's the type of person who would gatekeep someone for having surface-level knowledge in a subject he just happens to know well. he's someone I would hate to meet because I would instantly want to deck him in the face. and that will happen because we would be fighting in a matter of minutes in the backseat and most likely crash the taxi. we'd still be fighting though

ty for the ask @tsupertsundere!

[dvrast]

a thing about jesper is that he is constantly afraid. angry and frightened— that's what the fjerdan had called him. what had matthias and inej seen in jesper that he didn't understand ? / [ stop treating your pain like it's something you imagined. if you see the wound is real, then you can heal it. ] / you taught me to lie. [ to keep you safe. ] i had a gift. you should have let me use it. [ it's not a gift. it's a curse. it would have killed you the same way it killed your mother. ] i'm dying anyway, da. i'm just doing it slow. it's a genetic disease, father to son. inheritance. power, from his mother. fear, from his father.

it was one thing to be born zowa in his father's house, a weight impossible to tip - toe around with the old farm floorboards creaking under every step, something reaching deep down in his chest to hold his breath from a young age. it was that easy, as breathing, as long as it kept the fear off his father's face ; even easier, whispering truths like pearly whites tucked inside unassuming seashells with his mother. she was brave, braver than the both of them, and she made it easy, until she couldn't. after her death, colm's fear deepened, widened, and it swallowed jesper whole.

the world was always too small for jesper, too big, for grisha of any kind, an open range with traps and snares littered every few feet like landmines. you're born as prey animals native to every continent, or trained into predators in ravka. there isn't a single hill or meadow that's safe, not really. this is a part of why he leaves for ketterdam in the first place, no matter how afraid he is to leave his da, alone in a haunted house. but he can't stay there, not when it feels like the same thing that killed his ma is lurking under the floor, hiding in the rafters, breathing down his neck. but it wasn't the house. it was a part of him, some heavy, extra organ, and he takes it with him wherever he goes. it begins to feel like some kind of birth defect, something somewhere just a millimeter out of line, killing him slowly with every too - fast beat of his rabbit heart. sleeping, waking, this inescapable, primal paranoia. it'll kill him, just for being born.

jesper has what we would call generalized anxiety disorder on top of his attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, and it's at its worst once he realizes this feeling isn't something he can leave back home in his father's house. one could go mad with it, not a single place in which you can feel yourself, safe, whole, and he feels a little mad, at first, digesting this revelation ; this is his life, a blessed death. this is what it means to be zowa, his mother's son, his father's prodigal, home or far from it, everywhere, anywhere in the world. he can't ever catch his breath in ketterdam, since before even that, light and heavy all at once, a freedom you can only feel from falling. he feels like a dead man walking the streets, less to lose than even that, and it's easy, easy as breathing, to lay down what little money fit in his pockets with or without the promise of it earning any of it back. ketterdam is alive, though, and he learns quickly how fear is in the very air, but with it, an immunity in its people. something fearless in the water. it was almost inevitable, then, that the most fearless creature in the barrel is who jesper finds himself drawn to even more than the promise of a light burning brightest before it goes out, like a moth to flame. kaz brekker makes him feel like he could be brave for the first time since his mother. like he could survive.

fear is a lot easier to face if you don't ever look away in the first place. if you never come down from the high, there's never any crash - landing, and life with the dregs is a rollercoaster of ups and downs to simulate a freefall that's in his actions instead of his bones. joining the dregs, joining kaz, it gives a name to the grip in his chest— a false one, but a name all the same. he can't be afraid of living if he's dodging death left and right. this fear he has is for a bullet in his head, a knife in his back, dime lions or black tips or stadwatch or debt collectors instead of slavers or drüskelle or ravka or poisoned little girls in need of saving or his father's scared, scared eyes— ketterdam is where taking a deep breath could get you killed anyway, and it's the first place he feels he can live in. the first place he feels he could survive, because living in ketterdam demands it.