#but once you do that it's like you can literally never go back bc milk choclate and white choclate are almost inedible to me now

[quaranmine]

Dark chocolate is your favorite? Oh bless your heart.

you did NOT just hit me with the bless your heart, anon. i know what that means.

[phfenomena]

❝dancing in the refrigerator light.❞ || tom blyth x f!reader

| request- tom and reader baking while the background song is stand by me (let us all be delusional)

| A/N- i love this so much you have no idea. this shit got me ENTHRALLED also i imagine this as like right after ‘you’re my best friend’ happened…a part two perhaps..

| WARNINGS- food, dancing, touching a burning hot pan bc you’re too busy looking at tom, and big ole kissies

(divider by @v6que)

you stand in your kitchen humming along to the quiet music flowing through your house, mixing the blueberry muffin batter. it’s well past midnight at this point but you find it impossible to fall under the blanket of rest.

you left tom snoozing soundly in your bed, not wanting to bother him at this hour. a small smile plays on your lips as you zone out while mixing and think about how well everything played out so well with him. you hone back in to your mixing before you feel tom rest his chin on your shoulder.

“you’re supposed to be asleep.” you whisper, leaning you head onto his as he hums and closes his eyes. “can’t stay asleep, what’re you making?” he questions right next to your ear making your face slightly warm, your crush on him will never go away. “blueberry muffins. my mom always used to make them when we couldn’t sleep.” you confided in him softly.

you slide the baking pan into the oven with a slight screech from the metal on metal. you sat on the kitchen floor in front of the oven and set your timer, tom taking a seat next to you. “what are we doing?” he whispers through the silent air. “watching the muffins.”

the ‘watching the muffins’ eventually turned into you guys sitting on the couch kissing and telling stories. he’d tell you his set stories and you’d laugh and shake you head at him. the sight of them engrossed with each other was saccharine and sickeningly sweet. the familiar ding from your apple timer caused you to sit straight up and pull tom towards the kitchen again.

as you open the oven you look over to see tom, shirtless only clad in pajama bottoms licking the remaining batter off the spoon, illuminated by the moonlight and small warm lamps scattered around. before you can even realize that your hand was still moving, your skin came into contact with the boiling metal. you draw your hand back with a hiss and swear under your breath.

tom quickly turns the faucet to cold and places your hand under it, turning around to take the muffins out and turn the oven off. you start to quietly giggle as you pull him apart with your eyes, once again. “what happened, love? i thought you were a whiz in the kitchen.” he runs his hand up and down your back and you lean into him.

“i was, i am, i just couldn’t stop looking at you. you’re like a literal angel that i can’t believe is real.” you whisper to him while turning your head up to him and smiling. you hold your injured hand out to him “i almost died for you. that shows my dedication.” he scoffs and rolls his eyes before pushing your hand back under the water.

you both sat cross legged on the kitchen floor, each with a glass of milk in front of them and a muffin in hand. “so worth it. i don’t even need my left hand if i can have muffins forever” you joke with your mouth full with the pastry. tom raises his eyebrows at you “i, however, do think you might need both hands to function…and other activities.” he confidently spat out his sentence causing you to throw your head back laughing to hide the blush that made home on your cheeks and the warmth that tom manages to propagate throughout your body.

the speakers, who had been forgotten about, start to quietly leak out ‘stand by me’ and toms face lights up and pulls you up to meet him. he bows and sticks his hand out to you, asking for a dance. your smile cannot be contained as you take his hand and quickly remember you also cannot dance. the pair of you looks almost like a baby giraffe- although the giraffe might dance better.

you eventually give up on the waltz and wrap your arms around toms waist and hug him. “i’m really fucking tired.” you say into his chest and you feel his body vibrate when he laughs. you lift your head up and his comes down for your lips to meet. after more than enough kisses tom tries pulling you back to bed. “i thought you said you were tired?” “i am, i’m grabbing a muffin for the trip.”

you feel as if a piece of the sun had fallen down and nestled itself into your ribcage, but that’s just tom.

[princessbrunette]

alright. i know. i literally gave you an anakin prompt already. but☝️ ..i’m here with another one.

modern!anakin running one of those tumblr porn blogs to talk about his nasty little fantasies. (not sure you remember this, but i wrote him posting “i like doing evil things to pretty girls.” while ago as an example of that behavior) and you happen to follow him. maybe you interact with him because you’re intrigued by his gross language and you reach out (maybe you swap some pics, and agree to meet). not sure how you’d wanna play it but ! i thought you’d wanna know about it

i think what’s so sexy about him doing this is he’s like… oddly nonchalant about it? he’ll mutual you, but never come onto you in a sexual or creepy way bc he’s a people pleaser and cares too much about people thinking he’s a weirdo. instead he just sends you memes relating to something you posted about one time just to show he listens, you know?

and like duh, he wants to fuck you, he’s a guy with a dick. but it’s better just to befriend you first, right? doesn’t wanna be a douche about it.

but then the two of you start talking properly outside of just memes, and calling, and flirting, and oh god — you’re one of those people. falling for someone online. someone who wouldn’t care that much to fly out to see you right? right?

he ends up in your city, and suddenly you’re picking him up from the airport ?? and you’re thinking jesus christ, yeah i’ve seen pictures of him and he’s very good looking but that’s gotta be… altered in some way right? there’s no way someone that fine runs a tumblr blog that depraved… and soon all 6ft- what, 4? of him is walking towards you in the airport, smiling so friendly and opening his sculpted arms for a hug and you’re just ????? fuck my life ??????

so the two of you go out to a bar, and literally one glass of wine in each and you’re giving him the big doe fuck me eyes, talking so much you don’t even think to get a second drink, the chemistry buzzing through your bones and up your skirt. he didn’t think he’d be getting lucky this fast, jesus — he booked to be here for like 2 weeks so he can really milk it out of you. poor thing was just too needy for it.

you’re blabbering how you’ve never done this before, having some guy fly out and fucking him on the first night when you leave the bar arm in arm, headed straight for his hotel. you think he might crumble under the pressure, again — who runs a blog that depraved and actually knows how to do all the stuff they talk about? but he’s so calm, collected, chuckling at your eagerness, reiterating one million times that there doesn’t ’have to’ be anything. not to feel pressured to do anything just because he flew out. great, so he’s a good guy too. you’re surprised your arousal wasn’t running down your legs like a faucet.

he knows his stuff, and it shows back in the hotel room, bringing you a glass of water even though you had one glass, telling you to drink it, forcing every form of consent out of you because he needs to know you want this like he does. even so, so much kissing once you start — giving you time to back out, giving you time to get so drooly and desperate you’re humping his lap and nearly crying.

anakin soothes you. “what do you want baby? flew out here just to see this pretty face, lemme give you what you want sweet girl just gotta tell me.” muttering it against your lips like he’s casting a spell.

“wanna — wanna do all the stuff you wrote about. thought about it every night.” you mewl, your tits heaving against his strong chest. there’s that low chuckle again, pretty smile lines on his cheeks you can’t help but kiss.

“mm, i remember a few you liked a lot. what was that one about having you on my lap, dick all in your guts, just rubbing that pretty clit ‘til you cream all over it. something like that, right baby?” his hands are massaging your hips and god — yes, yes yes whatever you say, nodding so hard your head might come off.

safe to say he keeps his word, showing you everything he knows.

[luvrsofbts]

It Starts With Us

— Second Part To “It Ends With Us”

Pairing: Fuckboy! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: fwb, regrets, angst, jealousy, fluff

Warnings: cursing, someone kisses someone … lowkey physical fight 🫣

Summary: You find love within another mans’ arms and Jungkook tries to get you back. Does he or does he not succeed?

A/N: Was listening to “The Other Woman” by mother Lana and decided to finish this bc I’m going crazy.

-

It’s been approximately two weeks ever since the fight between Jungkook and you have never felt worse. You eventually came to conclusion that maybe you did like Jungkook after having a five hour talk with your best friend, Taehyung.

Taehyung’s been so supportive after your fight with Jungkook, wanting to do nothing but go to his dorm and beat the living shit out of him for hurting his best friend, you. Although he felt bad for what happened, a part of him wanted to tell you “I told you so” when you told him about the deal you had going on with Jungkook. But of course, being the sweet and supportive best friend he is, decided to keep his mouth shut. It was better that way anyways.

You eventually started going out and communicating again with other people (other than your best friend) after the third week rolled around. You didn’t want to feel this heartbreak anymore, so you decided enough was enough and got out of your dorm.

“Tae, these strawberries are literally rotten!” You sigh in annoyance. You had asked Taehyung to go grocery shopping with you, wanting to spend time with him.

You weren’t going to lie, you’ve become so much closer to Tae after he had stayed with you these past two and a half weeks that you just wanted to be around him all the time. You guys were close before, but now the bond just seems so much closer.

“My bad,” He chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Hey! Stop that, but seriously, let’s pick out some new strawberries,” You pout, already walking over to the strawberry area.

“How about the-,” You couldn’t finish your sentence before colliding into someone’s chest.

“Y/N?” The voice you thought you’d never hear ever again.

“J-Jungkook- what are you doing here?” You panicked, looking anywhere but his face.

“I was shopping for some banana milk and I saw you- listen, Y/N, I want to talk to you, please,” Jungkook begged, taking ahold of your hands.

“What? No! I don’t want to talk to you,” You exclaimed, pulling your hands away harshly, turning around and walking back to wherever Tae was.

“Please- Y/N, I want to make things bet-,”

“Leave her alone, Jungkook. She said she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Tae interrupted, stepping in front of you before Jungkook could grab you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, getting jealous seeing you out with other men.

“Her best friend. Now, I said it once and I’m not going to say it again. Leave her the fuck alone or I will literally beat your motherfucking ass,”

Jungkook looked at you with pleading eyes, but you looked away, not wanting to fall for this trap again.

“Fine, whatever. Y/N, please, call me and let’s talk about everything,” He sighed, shaking his head before turning around and walking away.

“Thank you, oh my gosh,” You breathed in relieved, wrapping your arms around Tae tightly.

“I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to protect you, no need to thank me at all,” He smiled, hugging you back just as tight.

From far away, Jungkook watched the interaction between you two. Jealousy builded up inside his chest as his nose flared and clenched his jaw.

-

“Okay, I think we watched every movie out there. Can we do something else now?” Taehyung groaned, stretching out his sore and tired limbs.

“We’ve literally only watched two movies, grandpa,” You laughed, snuggling closer to Tae without noticing.

“So? I’m bored now and hungry,”

You hummed, looking up at your best friend, “Hey… thanks again for being there for me these past few weeks,”

“What did I say about you thanking me? I’m your best friend, Y/N, of course I’ll always be there for you,”

“Best friend or not, just thank you. I really appreciate you, Tae,” You smiled up at him, your face and body warm from being this close to him.

“Anything for my best friend,” He replied, looking down at you with a soft smile.

You hadn’t realized how pretty Taehyung was until you studied his face just now. The slow breathing between you two as you looked into each other’s eyes. You saw him look down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes.

“You’re really pretty,” You whispered out loud, unaware that you just did, “I mean-,”

“You’re really pretty too,”

You felt your breath get stuck in your throat. You? Pretty? In Taehyung’s eyes?

Tae started inching closer to you. You could feel his minty breath on your lips as your heart pounded a hundred beats in your chest. He was so close, so clo-

“I’m back!” Your roommate bursted into your room.

“Y/RM/N!” You squeaked, pushing tae away and getting up from your bed, “I- I didn’t expect you to be back so soon! Hey,”

Breathing heavily, you tried to catch your breath as she giggled at you, looking between you and tae.

“Was I interrupting something?” She asked.

“N-No!”

“Yes,”

“Tae!” You shot your head to him with glared eyes.

He shrugged with a smug look on his face.

“Anyways, of course I’m back. I’ve been away for almost four weeks now!” Your roommate laughed, coming over to you to give you a hug.

“Well, welcome back, roomie,” You sighed contently after catching your breath then hugging her back.

“I gotta go unpack, so I’ll leave you two to whatever you were doing,” She wiggled her eyebrows, pulling away and walking out your room.

“Y/RM/N!”

You could hear her giggling as she walked away from your door and then into hers.

You sighed out heavily before looking at your best friend who is still in your bed, snickering at you.

“So not funny, tae!” You groaned, getting back into bed with him.

“You’re so cute,” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

“Shut up,” You mumbled, blushing hard as you tried to hide away from him.

“Hey, look at me, Y/N,”

You slowly looked up to your best friend, and before you could even blink, his lips were on yours, kissing you so soft as if you were a delicate glass. You stilled for a second, shocked before closing your eyes and kissing Taehyung back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” He breathed out after pulling away so the two of you could get air.

The news had you shocked. You never knew your best friend felt this way about you. “Really?” You ask in disbelief.

“Yes. How are you this oblivious?”

“Well I mean- I just- I never thought-,”

“Why do you think I spent every waking moment with you these past weeks when I could have support you from afar, Y/N?”

You hummed contently, looking at your beautiful best friend before giving him a few pecks.

-

After that night, Taehyung have taken you out on many dates, but he hasn’t popped the question yet. You didn’t mind though, he was taking things slow and you liked that.

The two of you were out shopping for some new shoes, “Baby, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go see if they have this in my shoe size,” Tae said, leaning down and giving you a kiss before walking away to find a worker.

You nodded, smiling as you continued to walk around and look for shoes yourself.

“What the fuck was that?” You heard someone ask out of nowhere as they pulled you around.

“Jungkook? Get off of me!” You exclaimed, backing away from him.

“You’re seeing other men?!” He said angrily, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What the fuck are you talking about? That has nothing to do with you,” You scoffed.

“Yes it does. You’re mine, Y/N,” Jungkook growled, pulling your arm tightly.

“Stop! Jungkook! You’re hurting me,” You wince in pain, trying to pride Jungkook’s hands off of you.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” You hear Tae furiously say as he pushes Jungkook in the chest.

“None of your fucking business,” Jungkook replies as he swings his arm, landing a punch on Tae’s jaw.

“You fucking-,” Taehyung couldn’t even finish his sentence before he threw a punch back, making Jungkook’s nose bleed.

Before you knew it, they were going at it.

“Tae! Stop!” You shouted, pulling him away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I regret everything. I want to be with you. You can’t lie and say that you didn’t feel anything for me during our deal. Please,” Jungkook pleaded, stopping you from walking away with Tae.

“Jungkook-,”

“I love you, Y/N. What I felt for you, I have never felt for anyone before. Give me a chance. I can be better for you, I will be better for you,”

“If you think that I would ever give you a chance after what you said to me, then you’re a fucking fool, Jungkook. I deserve better after everything you’ve put me through,” You spit out each word nastily.

“I-I-,”

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Please, for the sake of both of us, just leave me alone. What we had is over,” Shaking your head, you left with Taehyung. This time, leaving Jungkook nothing but a broken heart.

As Jungkook watched you walk away with another man, he regretted every stupid decision he made when he still had you.

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[dr0pp0pc4ndy]

The brothers as Types of Shoppers

Characters: The Brothers x gn!mc

Warnings: None

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Lucifer

You ever been makeup shopping with your dad and he's like standing on the other side of the isle as you blocking traffic and being like "Is that it?" every 5 minutes? That's him

Very focused shopper, not interested in mall walking with you. He gets what he wants, pays, and leaves. He knows what he likes and exactly where it is in the store.

If he's shopping for someone else, however, he'll take his time. Not too long though, he just doesn't see the point in being in stores longer than he needs to.

Mammon

You can send Mammon into the store for like a cucumber and he'll still come back with a shopping cart of stuff. Candy, a watch, a camera, you name it, which is impressive because the store was a grocery store.

On the upside, he will get everything you need. If you send him with a list he'll actually get the stuff.

Has a store card for like every store ever

Will definitely haggle with the cashier or debate them when they say he cant get a deal. No they cant give you a buy one get one free on the pencils they're literally in a pack together

Buys wayyyyyy too much of everything. I can see him couponing then selling the stuff for full price.

Takes tags off of clothes that are too expensive and urges Asmo to do the same.

Leviathan

He is an online shopper this is canon

He has connections, you will never see him in a store running errands ( ik hes been to stores in canon but now he hasn't bc i said so/j)

He goes to the anime store and the human world Japan themed store in the mall every once in a while if there's some drop that is in stores only. He tries not to though because he got into an argument with the store clerk after they mixed up the Ruri-chan fanmade ova with the main canon

Satan

Most normal guy in stores, mostly

He's always looking for something specific and won't settle for replacements. Will rant for 30 minutes if they moved items or removed them from the store.

I can't see him clothes shopping very often, look at the way he dresses

Uses the self checkout religiously because he apparently can do it better than the people who's job it is to check you out. He is his dad's brother's son brother

Asmodeus

World's longest shopper, not even with clothes, just in general.

Straight lollygagging

Read the labels and everything, even if he's bought it before

Has a store credit card or two, nothing like Mammon. Just for the stores he frequents the most like Majolish, starbucks maybe, he seems like a starbucks guy

One of those annoying people who argues on the phone in the middle of the store

Asks the store workers their opinions on the items he's buying way too much. "What're your opinion on these eggs? Have you ever tried them?" like ??

Beelzebub

Eats the food in the store, brings it to the checkout open wide. I used to be afraid of eating the grapes as a kid meanwhile he's eating the grapes, a rotisserie chicken, drinking the milk.

Always falls victim to the snacks at the checkout

Usually rounds up, not even to be generous he just doesn't want the change

Never gets a basket, dropping items left and right because he didn't grab a basket on his way in and refuses to go back for one. "Sir, do you want a basket?" "No 😊😊”

Belphegor

You're lucky if you catch him shopping

Another in & out guy, he's got better things to be doing like sleeping or napping or snoozing or dozing off

Cannot be bothered with cash, he's a credit card guy

I can see this grown man sitting in the basket while you push him around and shop

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[flanklurker]

Hello !! I ADORE your work, and I was wondering if I could request a Yoru x F!Healer!Reader with some Hurt/Comfort ?? I have this idea where : Yoru and Reader have a similar relationship as him and Phoenix (very competitive) but maybe they get into a petty argument and Yoru ofc is really cold and mean and says something totally out of line a few days before a mission (maybe Abt how she's no one's first pick when getting healed) ?? The rest of the protocol can feel the tension but don't say anything when they get to the mission location ; Eventually our team wins but as Reader does one last sweep of the area alone she finds Mirror!Yoru in bad condition, and they sort of come to an agreement that Reader will heal him (bc she can't stand to see him hurt even though she's upset w him) and then they will never speak of this again ?? Maybe some small talk and Mirror!Yoru is being surprisingly nice and gives her advice on how to approach Yoru... Once they part ways and Reader gets back to base, it slips out what happened as she's talking with Mirror!Yoru and instead of being really angry, Yoru is confused and is like "Why would you heal him / me, after all that mean shit I said to you ? Wouldn't I be the last person you look for? " and they eventually make up- bc I JUST KNOW Yoru has a hard time coming to terms with the fact people genuinely care Abt him. IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT / NOT ANYTHING YOUD WANT TO WRITE !! THANK YOU EITHER WAY <3

This prompt brought me so much joy, I’m an absolute slut for hurt/comfort pump that shit straight into my veins. Hope you like~

Yoru x Fem!Healer!Reader: Kiss and make up

Yoru wasn’t usually this pissy. Like,, you get it. He has a reputation to uphold as a hypercompetitive, cool bastard. Sure.

But making such a big deal out of not being selected for the mission to Portugal in Omega? It was clearly hitting him hard.

“Awww Yoru, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Phoenix calls over the milk jug. “Like, you know we have multiple teams right? Like, they need you for icebox. No one else can fuck around with the enemy’s intel on the ground like you can my guy.”

Yoru’s eyebrow twitches and his hands fiddle idly with the spoon in his hand. “What’s it to you, fire boy? You can barely last ten seconds when you get going, I’m surprised they’d take you anywhere.”

Phoenix lets out a low whistle. “Someone’s got his cranky pants on this morning hey.” He turns to you with a pointed look. “Good luck with that one.”

You clap Phoenix on the shoulder as he heads out from the table, and settle down next to Yoru, who maintains a stony silence.

“Yoooooru,” you call gently. He shifts with irritation, jabbing his spoon back into the cereal with a wet thunk. “Hey there, how ya doing hotshot?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather girl.”

Ah, it was gonna be like that, huh.

You take a mouthful, and nonchalantly ask: “hey, you looking forward to icebox? I hear they have some pretty good recreation activities for team bonding~”

His grip tightens further. Yep, definitely pissy about it.

You continue, innocently enough: “I for one am looking forward to checking out the geodome on Omega and testing out these sweet kicks Neon got me. Thoughts?”

You gently nudge his foot under the table. A vein pops in his forehead.

“At least I’m not a pity pick, you shady bitch.”

“Hoooo~? What’s that supposed to mean, Mr Sunshine?”

“I mean I just think it’s interesting that you’re supposed to be a healer but they also had to send Sage along.” He toes the ground and prods at his food without taking any.

“Uhhh, congrats Yoru, she’s the one person here that can bring people back from the dead.”

“Yeah, she’s actually helpful when she heals. Plus she doesn’t nag.”

Okay, you were starting to get a little irritated now.

“Dude, if you stopped getting yourself into stupid situations maybe I wouldn’t have to literally tell you what to do as much. I don’t think this is a me thing.”

“Keep telling yourself that Miss Nurse. But at the end of the day if I was stuck on a mission with someone annoying, I’d want them to at least be able to bring me back to life.”

Dude, fuck this guy.

“Welp, I’ll let Sage know then,” you say, rising abruptly from your seat. “On the mission, today. That Brim didn’t put you on.”

“See you later then, Miss MVP,” he sings back at you. You ignore the bait and stalk out.

Yoru maintains a cold smile as you leave, but it’s pushed out through gritted teeth and feigned apathy.

---

As much as this mission should have you on edge, you can’t quite process the gravity of the task for all the ruminating you’ve been doing. Why did it get under your skin so much when Yoru got like this?

It wasn’t like the other agents ever through shade on your abilities—quite the opposite. Very quickly after joining, you were put on a lot of the most demanding missions alongside all the high flyers. They’ve only ever had words of praise and gratitude, and objectively you’ve guided them through many many close calls.

So why did you feel so useless about it?

You try your best to shake yourself out of it as Brim gives the lowdown. Sova, Sage and Phoenix all stand, varying degrees of agitated as you went over the plan for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

You of course have familiarised yourself with the brief well in advance, but it looks like this time even Phoenix is giving his undivided attention to Brim.

The task is simple. Split your forces and push through B-site. Destroy enemy utility as you find it, wait for smokes and neutralise anything and anyone in your path.

As you start prepping your guns, Phoenix drifts over to fix up his frenzy next to you. Preoccupied in your own thoughts, you don’t notice till he gently shoulder chucks you.

You turn around with a ‘hmm?’ and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something. But then Brim starts issuing start-up commands and the moment passes. He heads back to join Sage at the entrance to mid.

You grit your teeth, and ready your rifle. No do-overs. Just guns up and go.

---

The attack goes… better than expected. Between you and Sage, you manage to keep any injuries on the crew to a minimum. Sova’s recon is on point, Phoenix creates space and Brim makes the right calls to keep you on track.

Eventually you stand, bloodied, sweating and alive in the middle of site. Sage tends to a couple of bullet holes in Brim’s shoulder, Phoenix is brushing the soot off his shoulder.

You clock Sova limping over to Brim, looking fairly haggard and favouring his left ankle. You get the sense this was a big fight for him even after a sleepless night. You can see him gesturing out to the entrances to site, and Brim pursing his lips in thought, clearly weighing something over. God. The man doesn’t rest.

You weigh up your options and sigh, eventually going over to put a gentle hand on Sova’s back, careful to avoid the deep gash in his right shoulder.

“C’mon owl boy, I’ve still got some recon stuff up my sleeve. Let me handle this one yeah?”

Sova’s noises of protest are quickly cut off as Brim chimes in: “That’d be great actually, kid. Just a regular sweep, and Kay/0’s on radar in case anything big comes up.” He shoots you a grateful look.

You can see Sova mulling things over, before eventually he accedes to Brim’s command. “Stay safe, dove.”

“You know me,” you call back over your shoulder, reloading your ammo and adjusting your straps. “If trouble finds me, she runs.”

You set to work, clearing area by area. You marvel at the architecture, embedded with radianite that now lays dormant in the walls and balustrades. Most of the technology resembles yours, but occasionally you come across wirings and contraptions that you haven’t seen back on your home world, even in Killjoy’s lab.

May as well snap a few pictures then. You’re sure she and Cypher would appreciate a couple of schematics.

Poised with your phone in hand, a very subtle shift from the corner of the room sets your hairs on end. Shit. You were pretty sure the team had cleared everything, but what if…?

Better safe than sorry. Taking a deep breath in, you send a warm pulse of energy out into the aether, seeing what pings.

One life form. Faint.

You swear under your breath and creep forward. You’re generally pretty quiet but you weren’t exactly operating on the basis that someone would be around to hear you when you started live-blogging your whereabouts. As you round the corner, you find a bloodied form, eyes very much open and staring at you.

Ugh. Of course it had to be him.

The mirror Yoru looks under you and mutters something you can just make out to be… ‘Fuck me. Really? Her?’

“Hey there pretty boy,” you murmur. He smiles wryly at the nickname, but can’t quite bite back a bloodied cough that wracks his body for a good ten seconds.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, instinct taking over as you crouch beside him and brace his back. He flinches a little at the touch before you snap back and realise that this isn’t your Yoru, this is the enemy. Fuck.

“What, you gonna play around before you kill me,” Yoru grimaces. You draw back, uncertain, and he taps the centre of his forehead. “The you I know would make it quick.”

Oof. Hearing him say that out loud was pretty jarring. You were supposed to kill him. He expected you to.

You swear again, and bend down once more to draw level with him, doing a quick pass over on his injuries. Left to his own devices, he won’t last long. There were enough bullets perforating his chest from his sternum to his kidney that he’d bleed out in minutes. What a way to go.

A thought occurs to you. You haven’t managed to neutralise his Sage. She’s still probably at base—you know your Brim only brings her out when she’s essential on the field, too important to lose to a regular field mission. So no matter what, the man in front of you ends up back at his base eventually.

That settles it.

“Hold still hotshot.”

Not in a position to protest, Yoru can’t do much but sit and try to steady his breathing as you start to pull back his jacket, wincing a little at the extent of the damage. Taking a swab of antiseptic from your pouch, you mutter a quick ‘deep breath, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker’ before setting to work cleaning the wounds.

Apart from sharp hisses when you remove the little pieces of lead embedded in his tissue, Yoru stays silent through the process, looking away.

Eventually, the wound is tidy enough that you’re able to start the real healing process. Stretching out your fingers, you press the palm of your hand to his side. While he jerks back at the initial contact, the warm waves of energy start to work their magic, reverberating through muscle and tissue and starting to net it back together.

Yoru finally lets out a sigh as in spite of himself, he relaxes into your work. “Ugh, that’s the stuff,” he says, almost to himself. Eventually he ventures: “why are you doing this, mirror girl?”

“Your Sage would bring you back anyway. We might be on opposite teams, but I’m not an asshole. I’d hope my other half would do the same for my colleagues.”

“Hm,” he whistles through his teeth.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of my healing though,” you muse.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s stupid. I’m actually a little pissed at your double right now, he was being a real dick talking shit about wanting Sage to heal him instead.” You notice his amused expression. “Sorry.”

To your surprise, he actually laughs at this. “Yeah of course he’d say that. If he’s anything like me he’s a stubborn bastard more keen to score points than to actually tell the truth. Fucking dumbass.”

Well that’s unexpected. “You don’t think… he meant it?”

At this, Yoru scoffs. “God no. In fact, if he has taste like me, he’d take your healing over Sage’s any day. Hers is like. Proficient, right? Technically flawless. But it’s so cold. She’s been at it for a while, and healing is just another obligation for her. You though. Yours is warm. Spreads through you like the heat from one of those old-fashioned light bulbs. And something about the way your power works…”

Here he trails off for a second, noticing how intently you’re listening. “Go on,” you coax, moving your hands down to focus on his ribcage.

“Your healing has a lot of you in it. Any time your mirror—or you actually, now that I think about it—fixes me up, I can feel how much you care about helping me. It’s nice and comforting, like honey, or sunlight on your back or some shit.”

Oh. Okay then.

“Why would you tell me this,” you ask quietly, starting to finish up the process and apply a few rounds of gauze to stabilise the major wounds.

“I want to cause problems for him. It’s funny.” For once, there’s no malice or ego behind his words. It’s nice to see him surprisingly genuine.

You go to shoot back a retort, but the intercom crackles and Brim’s voice comes through. “Command to Patch, status report? It’s been a few.”

Yoru’s eyes flash for a second, suddenly aware of the danger he’s in. He shifts uncomfortably as you take breath before responding, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you.

“All clear Command, I’m returning to base shortly.”

Yoru lets out a low whistle. “Shit, and you could have been a narc about it.”

You give a wry smile. “I suppose you’re right. I’m assuming you’ll leave this off your mission report to Sage?”

He nods.

As you turn to leave, his hand grabs your wrist. “What is it, rift-squawker?”

“Talk to him, patchy. He’s dumb, and the people he likes most are the ones he pushes away the most. He’s terrified to lose them, but he’s even more terrified of things almost working out.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb,” you muse quietly. “But I’ll take your word for it. Take care yeah? Don’t let me have to patch you up again.”

You clap him on his good shoulder and head back to extraction. The last thing you hear from him, almost under his breath, is a quiet ‘maybe there is hope then.’

Whatever that means.

---

Back at base, things are way less tense. Aside from Omega team’s triumph, Icebox was a total wipeout and the team managed to secure valuable intel about the mirror protocol’s next movements.

After dragging your tired bones to the infirmary and having Skye give you a top up, you’re about to hit the sack when a familiar form crosses your path. A lot of your hackles from earlier have gone down, and what the mirror Yoru had said flashes through your mind.

“Yoru!”

He turns around, face surly as ever.

“What is it, healbot? Come to gloat about your victory on the new frontier?”

You push back the instinctual retort, and opt for a more peaceful route. “Eh, the geodome was a bit touristy. I hear Icebox went well though. I don’t know what you did to get Viper commending you, but it sounds like you let ‘em have it.”

Yoru’s a bit caught offguard by your lack of defensiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from shooting back “yeah, turns out not having a healer is no big deal, actually.”

“That’s not what he said,” you muse. That piques his interest.

“Who?”

Oh shit.

“Oh, y’know…” you say evasively, waving your hand.

“Probably Phoenix, he doesn’t know shit.”

Oh? Bet. “Literally you,” you say before you can stop yourself.

That gets his full attention.

“The fuck do you mean me, patchy? I haven’t told you jack shit.”

You shoot a furtive glance around the corridor, and pull him into a small maintenance room shutting the door behind.

“Mirror you, idiot.”

“Where the fuck did you find my bastard clone? Scratch that, how the fuck did you have a full conversation with him?”

Ugh, no going back now. “It was… an arrangement of sorts. He was pretty dinged up and I-“ your voice catches here. “I couldn’t exactly walk past him when he was so hurt.”

“So, what, you healed him with your magic healing powers,” Yoru says incredulously.

“Don’t be mad…”

“Actually?” Yoru’s voice peaks, and you have to shush him, checking the handle.

“Hey if it was you surely you’d want the mirror me to he-“

He cuts you off. “Obviously but why the fuck would you heal me after all the shit I said earlier?”

This catches you off guard. “You… you were hurt, I know I’m not Sage but I thought you’d rather not die.”

“But like I obviously wasn’t serious about the whole healing thing. Wait…” he catches sight of your expression. “You thought I was serious about preferring Sage’s healing to yours?”

“Until he said something about it, Yoru, yeah. It got under my skin.”

He rocks back and puts a hand to his forehead, grimacing. “Shit. God. Fuck. I’m…” He grits his teeth. “I’m sorry. I- yeah that was on me. You know I don’t mean it right?”

Wow. An actual apology from Yoru? The fuck kind of magic did mirror Yoru work?

“Yoru it’s, it’s fine. I guess I put a lot of myself into my healing so it’s a point of pride for me. It kinda sucks when people turn around and say I’m less-than.”

“I know you put a lot of yourself in it,” he says quietly. “That’s… one of the things I really like about your healing. That’s why it’s… my favourite…” That last bit is barely audible.

A bit of a flush of pride starts to prickle your cheeks, though you try your best not to show it.  “Yoru, you know you can just say that upfront, right? Like, it’s okay to recognise when you like what other people do.”

“I know. I know, I just-“ He mumbles the next bit. “What if they think I’m stupid for enjoying their help, and what if they don’t think as highly of me?” The light is low, but even so you can see the heat starting to radiate off his face as he gives you this surprising dose of honesty.

“Are you kidding me? You’re one of the best even in the protocol. Insane marksmanship, brilliant record and an amazing knack for getting behind enemy lines. Why would anyone think you’re stupid or not respect you.”

“But,” he sputters out. “I want you in particular to like me and like what I do.” Just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, he clamps his hands over and looks away, very pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Wow. Wow, okay.

“I should go,” he says abruptly, and whirls around to leave. Anticipating the gesture, you catch his wrist and tug him back.

“Yoru you freakin’ dumbass. I think you’re great. You’re one of my favourite people in the protocol, and I like it when you can be honest with me. I think it’s really sweet.”

Without warning, he draws in close, chest going up and down at quite a rate. He really looks like he wants something, wants to say something or do something, and you’re starting to get the sense you know what it is.

Fuck it, worth the risk.

You close the distance and press your lips against his. He goes completely stiff for a second and you almost freak out, worried that you’ve misread the many cues. But then he’s pushing into the kiss hungrily, his hands reaching around and pulling you close, growling at the sensation of finally having you up close.

Every movement you make, he leans into it and responds tenfold, huffing and tugging and trying to hold as much of you as he possibly can.

You both near run out of breath before you finally break, standing there panting and looking at each other. His hair is wild and his eyes are gleaming with no small amount of satisfaction, and maybe even a hint of relief.

He pulls you in close again, this time wrapping his arms around you for a bone-crushing hug. “Your clone is the fucking wing-man of the century,” you murmur into his ear.

Yoru gives a gruff chuckle. “I suppose he is.”

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships why do I have a fixation for Emma out of all my ocs like what

Anyway since Emma isn’t a hellborn anymore here are some new head canons

Has never drank milk in her entire life I’m not even kidding

Cannot shit obviously

Eats twigs. You heard me.

I think she got suspended for defending herself against a bully and mal lost her shit. Context was the kid was trying to hit her but she stopped the hand and cracked the bones on their wrist. Mal pulled up defending her daughter as she should

Girlie eats metal

She doesn’t actually breathe

She doesn’t necessarily need sleep

I think while she and Theo were best friends in highschool they also had an academic rivalry

Emma, when she still doesn’t like Theo back, actually helped a girl friend of hers ask Theo out. She was very supportive of them and actually thought Theo would say yes bc she’s pretty

She has bodyguards everywhere, people at their own house serving her, millions of people worshipping her for some reason. She has not had a normal life. She’s a sheltered person, and she’s not going to understand that it’s hard surviving in hell at first.

Bad at driving but like..atleast it makes sense cause she’s been a passenger princess all her life unlike mal who’s just shit at it.

There are A LOT of people following her with their cameras every time she goes out. Literally. She could not go on a day without being photographed or asked questions

Swims with her dad’s sharks at the aquarium

iPad kid

Is actually very close with theo’s bandmates bc of the free pass on their concerts, Emma going straight to the backstage after it and meeting with Theo and his friends.. I think they’re all fond of her

Constant updates. Most of the time she’s in her dad’s lair getting her software upgrades or smth.

She’s a very busy woman. She’s a robot. Ofc she can handle multiple tasks at once.

There was a time where she was so busy with college that she didn’t show up to anyone.

She malfunctions when she has a big crush

[spagettae]

— CAN'T HANDLE THE SPICYNESS ?

pairing/s : ot5 txt x reader

summary : them with a s/o that can't handle spicy foods.

cw : one swear word on huening kai's part.

note : coming up with this cheesy things bcs i always think about them and i was like " what would their reaction be " 🧍‍♀️ and idk any spicy foods shit so IM SORRY im too lazy to do some researching and request are open feel free to send ideas/requests!

[🦊] — CHOI YEONJUN ( wc : 141 )

YOU NEVER SAID A THING TO HIM THAT YOU CAN'T HANDLE SPICY FOODS. so he was eating his usual favorite, you want to try it even tho you know it's spicy. you weren't really fond of spicy foods but trying isn't a bad thing right?

yeonjun didn't notice you looking for water or milk to lessen the spicyness as he keep eating. if he saw you looking for water or milk around the apartment he would definetly won't let it go and keep bringing it up just to see you embarrassed.

if he would notice then he will be “ there's water here ” pointing at the glass of water. you never grabbed that glass of water so fast.

he would definitely tease you for that and will bring it up everytime he has the chance to just to laugh his ass off.

[🐰] — CHOI SOOBIN ( wc : 162 )

HE KNEW ABOUT IT AND TRIES NOT TO EAT SPICY FOODS YOU CAN'T HANDLE. you insist on just trying it once so he let you eat it once, looking at you for some kind of reaction that he needs to get milk if you starts to point at the refrigerator. it always happens and he's used to it i mean you just want to try something new i guess and he can't blame you for that.

might hide while eating so you wouldn't "try" it out or else your tounge will burn again as if ants are biting your tounge. (he failed to hide and just let's you eat with him but takes out milk just incase.)

after that you got used to it and eats with him everytime you smell something good coming from the kitchen, meaning he just cooked something and will be finished soon and maybe it's just your excuse to not cook your own food because of laziness.

[🧸] — CHOI BEOMGYU ( wc : 152 )

DISCOVERED IT WHEN YOU REFUSED TO EAT SOMETHING SPICY. was confused when you refused but then thinks that you just don't like spicy foods then when you asked if it's too spicy and he answered " no not really " so you tried it.

when you tried it, your eyes widen at first but waved it off as you started to chew it as if to taste if it's actually not that spicy. wrong it's so spicy in your taste buds. standing up to get a glass of milk as beomgyu just watched you walked around in the kitchen looking for a glass.

after that, you sits next to beomgyu again as you just watched him eat and him stifling his laugh and eats peacefully. you know damn well he will talk about it again after he finished eating and just laugh like 99% of him laughing and 1% of him explaining why it's funny.

[🐿️] — KANG TAEHYUN ( wc : 161 )

YOU GUYS ARE LIVE IN WEVERSE TALKING ABOUT FOODS. when someone said about " i never seen yn talk about something spicy? " you just laughed it off as you continued to talk about another different topic as taehyun looked at you as if judging you 💀

“ what? ” you would ask him as you look back at him when he just shakes his head and faces the camera and says “ yeah, yn is never a fan of spicy foods. ” taehyun can see you in his peripheral vision, eyes widening. the chats were laughing and some were chatting "😂😂" .

thank taehyun for revealing your little secret! /j after the live you literally grab something and was confused about it but knows what you're gonna do so he just watched you lovingly. then was shock that you literally take a spicy ramen. you gave him a " watch me, i can handle this " not a seconds after, you were in need of milk. lesson learned don't show off.

[🐧] — HUENING KAI ( wc : 144 )

MAYBE FIND IT FUNNY AND PRANKS YOU TO THINK THE RAMEN ISN'T THAT SPICY. he was eating ramen in the kitchen and you just finished taking a bath with the towel on your hair to dry it out a bit.

“ want some? ” kai asked as you looked curiously at what he's eating. “ yeah, sure it looks tasty ” getting your own chopsticks, kai's grin going unnoticed by you.

you were chewing the noodles as if to savor the taste when it gets so hot in your mouth like it was on fire. “ what the fuck did you put on this? ” you yelled at him as you ran into the refrigerator to get milk.

huening kai could only laugh loudly at the scene. “ please- I didn't put anything! ” he said still laughing. you really hope he runs out of breath and starts to choke when laughing.

03.07.23 // ©spagettae

[mielkexnn-miraculous]

A. Agreste (aka Chat Noir) Headcanons <3

Kind of a lot tbh—just headcanons that I like to apply in my AUs when they don’t clash with their particular premises. It’s just a hot mess under the cut yeah? Cool.

He was actually in ballet classes as a kid—the same ones as Chloé.

What’s funny is that Marinette was there too. However, boys and girls were kept separate and so he only really knew Chloé.

He only found out when he was going through his closet and found a shoe box with his old shoes and a bunch of class photos; he noticed Marinette in the corner of one.

He’s still really flexible though.

He actually used to go to see a live rendition of The Nutcracker each Christmas.

He wanted to play the Rat King rlly badly.

He’s got a killer steady hand that makes for rlly good cursive.

He has the neatest handwriting in the class, and takes rlly good notes too—particularly in physics.

He’s also got terrible sense in fashion. He knows good stuff when he sees it, but doesn’t know bad stuff is bad at all.

He really likes milk; in some horrible twist of fate, he’s also lactose intolerant.

He’s totally touch starved and rlly touchy feely w/ certain people.

He refuses to kill bugs. He once screamed and lifted Alya up off her feet for trying to squash a spider in the middle of science class.

He put it in a cup before disappearing for a good five minutes so he could walk all the way over to the park to release it where it would be safe.

He’s English and French.

He really likes gelato—specifically passionfruit; peach is a close second tho.

He knows how to run in heels; has a subtly burning hatred for them.

He really likes light up sneakers though and always wanted a pair.

He knows Morse code.

Rlly ticklish.

Sneezes super loudly.

Really crappy immune system thanks to never being allowed outside his castle walls; he got sick like three times within the first two months of school.

He really likes Piano Man by Billy Joel and can sing and play the whole thing.

Honestly his music taste consists of five types of music: Heavy/classic rock, classical/classical-style music (In The Hall of The Mountain King slaps ok), Billy Joel, chill-somber-sad-theatric-feels-y, and whatever the heck that migraine-inducing bs he’s got stashed in the back is.

His Spotify is a hot mess tbch; lots of spontaneous playlists depending on how he felt at the moment. The titles are usually smth along the lines of “ifykyk”, “vibe”, or “yeah”; either that or just the playlist #.

He has like five that are nice enough to send ppl, and those are the only ones he’s listened to more than twice. They’re called “Classical Vibes”, “Cheese Demon”, “Billy Joel Aesthetic”, “sad”, and “Spontaneous 2am Dance Party OST”.

He’ll literally save recommended playlists and never listen to them.

He never bothers to clean it up though, and has 600+ playlists sitting around.

Also he used to drink a ton of pediasures as a kid and his father doesn’t let him drink them anymore bc he’s not a little kid anymore obviously but he would kill for a muscle milk.

He’ll throw up if he ever tries to eat kale again; it’s a trauma response ok.

Emotion smart but social dumb.

Honestly kinda yandere ngl.

I mean have you seen this man?? Cheez-its man, chill.

He resists when in civilian form but once he’s transformed it’s Full Gremlin Mode activated.

He’s not good at drawing but he does try; he does a lot of blob style digital and is slowly getting better.

He overcomes his feelings of being stuck and not knowing what to do in life as seen in wish maker when he spends time with the Dupain-Chengs and realizes that that is what he wants. He then dreams of working in the bakery one day.

Cannot for the life of him resist eating the batter, ok. He needs it. He’s gonna get heckin’ salmonella one of these days and it’s going to have been worth it.

He gets really good at frosting “flower” cupcakes. He switches to succulents pretty easily after learning how to airbrush. They’re adorable.

Also really good at modeling lil fondant animals and things.

He’s developed separation anxiety surrounding both ladybug and Marinette—he rlly just wants to have both of them in one place at once and he’s rlly sad that it somehow never seems to happen; he’s rlly happy post-reveal.

He rlly loves babysitting; like honestly he loves kids, so so so much; if he weren’t thinking of taking over the bakery (and/or tied down as Chat Noir), he’d probably become a pediatric nurse or a daycare attendant or smth bc 💞💞💞

He’ll leave the press to Ladybug so he can talk w/ the akuma victims and make sure they’re okay.

He’ll escape out his window and climb to high places when stressed to pace.

Once lost a Chat Noir look alike contest.

Has referred to his civilian self as, and I quote, a “dipshit boytoy” whilst en costume.

He became a total night owl thanks to his miraculous but he’s just rlly good at pretending to not be tired.

He’s more cat than he’d like to admit:

He’ll react to catnip when transformed;

He’ll also chase laser pointers;

He subconsciously stares at birds;

Once a bird got stuck in the classroom and everyone was freaking out trying to catch it in a wire trash bin and stuff but it kept evading them so Adrien looked up and pulled out his music, watched it for a second, and then caught it by the feet mid-flight;

He brought it closer to himself and calmed it down as best he could, petting it as he walked over to the window to let it out;

Everyone was flabbergasted but no one said anything as he went back to working and by the time anyone could speak it was kinda late for questions;

He gets the zoomies at the most inconvenient times;

He’s made incredibly uneasy by dogs despite actually being more of a dog person.

Also more destruction powers seeping in alongside the cat attributes:

When he’s is in a funk, there’s crappy cell service, lights flicker, machines go haywire and burn out;

If he’s REALLY upset, drinking glasses and crystal can spontaneously combust;

His powers trickle over into when he’s a civilian;

He just keeps getting more and more frustrated with his computer as it begins to function less and less and keeps giving increasingly worse error codes;

He’s in a funk for the first half the day at school and for some reason the wifi is down;

His mood is lifted after a good lunch break and all of a sudden the computers are working super fast;

Though it frustrates him at first, Adrien learns to hone his powers and either repress or, if needed, direct them.

That’s all I have for now! Feel free to adopt/modify any of these as you please :)

[arecaceae175]

Autistic LU chain headcannons!

Including some gender and sexuality bc for me those are very tied to my autism. Most of this is rooted in their personalities, but some of this just appeared in my mind and didn't go away XD. Infodump incoming!!! :D

Time

Time uses they/them pronouns bc they literally have no idea what gender is

Has a lot of verbal shutdown episodes. They're able to communicate with sign language most of the time

Almost completely nonverbal as a child (Mask era)

When they do speak it's very monotone

More shutdowns than meltdowns

Time does really prolonged eye contact (to the point of awkward for allistics) bc it's all or nothing for them

Favorite stims: humming, playing ocarina, tapping their chest/collarbone

Lots of verbal stims, so nonverbal episodes and shutdowns can be hard to recover from since they can't do their favorite stims

If given the opportunity, they will only drink milk. No other sustenance.

Must be reminded to eat, can't interpret their bodies' internal cues very well

Very confrontational - will absolutely throw hands at ableists

So incredibly loyal. Once they think you're family, they will never, ever, ever let you go or let anything happen to you

Special interests: cows, masks (as a child, not as prominent anymore), and Time has memorized every single "dad joke" they've ever heard and LOVE telling jokes to break tension or cheer the others up

Asexual, biromantic, sex-positive

Warriors

Highest masking because of his time as a soldier

Hard for allistics to identify as autistic bc he's so good at masking

He has a lot of anxiety surrounding unmasking and showing his autistic traits, so he simply does not

That obviously doesn't work, so during the war he was constantly stressed and had meltdowns or shutdowns very frequently

Zelda and Impa tried to help, but there was so much going on that they couldn't do much

Mask and Wind helped a LOT during the war. Warriors wanted to make sure they were taken care of and could show their autistic traits, so he became a lot more comfortable with his own and created a more accepting environment

SO good at people reading, because he just memorized everything and watched everyone's every move

That gets quite overwhelming and causes shutdowns a lot

Doesn't have verbal shutdown episodes super often, but when he did in the war Proxi would copy his voice and speak for him. He's able to communicate with sign

Scarf is comfort item

The most ritualistic of the whole chain. Wars has very specific routines for most things that he does, and breaking routine is the biggest reason he has meltdowns

His meltdowns are very internalized, and he just likes to be left alone

He is now very confrontational about ableism

Also very very very loyal

He also has a lot of black and white thinking, and a strong sense of justice

Favorite stims: swaying while standing, shifting weight from foot to foot, spinning

When he's really happy he'll bring his arms up and like shake them back and forth in front of himself? Like his hands are flapping/shaking back and forth, but in fists, and his elbows are bent to his hands are almost in front of his face (I can see it in my mind but I'm having trouble explaining it)

Special interests: battle strategizing (could tell you very specific facts about any battle from any point in time that he's studied), loves to sew

Asexual, aromantic, sex-neutral

Wind

He has never once sat still in his entire life

Has never finished anything in a timely manner, ever

Always asks a lot of clarification questions, and he gets confused when allistic people get offended by his questions

Also has ADHD

Little to no voice volume control

That becomes an issue with the Links that are more sound sensitive, so it's something they're all trying to work on finding a compromise for

Favorite stims: rocking, chewing

He has a chewy stim toy that he wears around his neck. Grandma made it for him so he would stop putting things in his mouth

Loves the sensory aspects of being underwater

Always walking on his toes. As a child he was always toe walking, but his Grandma didn't know to correct that, so now Wind physically can't stand flat footed for long periods of time

He has a lot of trouble with routine. The autistic part of him wants the routine, but the ADHD wants spontaneity and usually wins

Has a lot of trouble keeping his things tidy and with personal hygiene (Wars helps with hygiene bc he is excellent at it due to his routines)

He doesn't really have shutdowns, just meltdowns

They involve a lot of loud screaming and self-injurious behavior

Biggest sensory issues: FOOD (bc he wasn't introduced to a lot of different foods and textures on Outset Island), under-stimulation

Special interests: sailing, pirates, also characters from a storybook his Grandma used to read to him and Ayrll every single night (at Wind's insistence)

Hyperverbal

Most likely to infodump

Asexual, aromantic, sex-repulsed

Wild

No gender. What's gender. Genderfluid, changes pronouns based on mood, and usually sticks with one set for long periods of time

Lost the ability to mask when they lost their memories

So they're the easiest for allistics to identify as autistic

Most people in their world don't care, but they have experienced some ableism since they can't mask

Entirely nonverbal. They use the sheikah slate as an AAC device

Cloak is comfort item

Favorite stims: hand flapping and bouncing on their toes

They walk almost exclusively on their toes and always have the dinosaur hands

Even mix of meltdowns and shutdowns

SO so so bad at understanding body language, sarcasm, etc.

They have a lot of trouble existing in a group. Like they'll wander off or do something dangerous and then not really understand why what they did was wrong (BUT they still love the chain of course)

Biggest sensory issues: crowds, lots of voices talking at once

LOVE deep pressure

Special interest: cooking, horses, cataloguing plants in the sheikah slate

Pre-calamity one of their special interests was sheikah tech, so they secretly LOVED going around with Flora researching sheikah tech

Asexual, panromantic, sex-repulsed

(Despite these being my autistic wild headcannons, I use almost none of these in Authenticity lol. Wild's autistic traits in that fic are primarily based on my own)

Legend

Gender?? Who's she?? Genderfluid, similar to Wild, but pronouns change more frequently

Not very good at accommodating themself

They often push themself WAY past their limits and then have long burnout periods

But they've gotta save the world, so it's fine, right? (Answer is no. It is very bad)

Must be reminded to sleep, and they have a lot of issues with sleeping

They often come across as rude to allistics, but that is generally not their intention, they're just bad at (allistic) communication

When they intend to be rude you'll KNOW

They have a really hard time communicating feelings and emotions, which frustrates them a lot and is hard for people trying to help them

This is especially an issue for the chain bc most of the time none of them can "read between the lines" and figure out what Legend is trying to say

Has never once gotten rid of anything because what if they need it? And also it is a part of their stuff and it has it's very specific place, so if it was gone then that place would be empty and then what would they do??????

Everything has a Place and they HATE when people touch or move their stuff

Biggest sensory issues: clothing, textures

Pants are a battle. People have given up.

Pants make Legend's legs THROB and feel like thousands of tiny knives are stabbing their skin. So they simply do not wear pants

Favorite stims: twirling their rings and other jewelry, rubbing good textures, humming (Marin's song)

Harmful stims: hitting things or themself (usually hitting their thighs)

Special interests: magical items, jewelry (jewelry with magical properties are the COOLEST SHIT)

Pansexual, polyamorous

Hyrule

There is no gender here. Gender makes no sense. They/them

They also have ADHD

Love asking questions because they want to understand every single detail of all these new exciting eras

Absolutely can't tell what tone they speak in

Really bad at paying attention to their surroundings

Attention span is practically nonexistent

They often wander off without even meaning to and don't realize until they're completely lost

Sometimes need to be reminded to do self care tasks

Have frequent verbal shutdown episodes that last for a long time. They can communicate with sign, and they also sometimes stick close to Wild and use Wild's AAC slate function

Favorite stim: running their hands through their hair (their hair is almost always dirty bc of this), shaking/twisting their hands

Harmful stim: skin picking

The skin picking is an ISSUE because it sometimes causes blood, and the blood curse is a thing

Biggest sensory issues: crowds and voices and also bright lights

Tendency to freeze and shut down when overwhelmed (this was an issue a lot during their adventures, but not so much now that the chain has their back)

Special interests: biology/anatomy, and there's a series of books they once found in an abandoned town that they LOVE. Books are hard to come by in their era so those are their absolute most prized possession

Asexual, aromantic, sex-repulsed

Sky

Bi-gender, he/she

Comfort items: sailcloth, Loftwing plush toy from Zelda, Master Sword

He carries around the loftwing plush absolutely everywhere he goes. She has a special protected pocket in his bag for when it isn't safe to carry her in his hands. Her name is Brenda (because my favorite stuffed animal friend is named Brenda and I'm in charge XD)

Favorite stims: jumping/bouncing in place, flapping his arms like a loftwing, humming, moving his fingers in the motions of playing his harp

Harmful stims: pulling her hair, hitting his ears when overstimulated

Eye contact???? Absolutely not. She will look everywhere except the person speaking to her

His biggest sensory sensitivity is sound

There was never much going on in Skyloft (other than things he was used to) and it's pretty small, so he got VERY easily overwhelmed on the Surface when he first started his adventure. Fi often had to guide her to a safe spot where he could get through a meltdown or shutdown

She still gets really easily overwhelmed and usually is nonverbal for the first bit of time after a portal shift while he adjusts to his surroundings

He's not great at communicating at all during his verbal shutdown episodes

When she gets overwhelmed she freezes and shuts down. He's more likely to have a meltdown once he's in a safe place

Since he gets overwhelmed so easily, Sky needs a LOT of sleep. More so than the other Links. Sky is banned from taking middle watch

She loves doing tasks that require intricate detail, like woodcarving and embroidery

Special interests: loftwings of course

As a child Sky related much more to her loftwing than he did any people, so his relationship with his loftwing is one of the most important things in her life

Bisexual, polyamorous

Got SO confused when people say he isn't supposed to have more than one partner

Like why??? He likes them both??? The more the merrier???? Makes no sense, does not comprehend

Twilight

Very good at routines. He loves routines. They're so great

Also, similarly, patterns. Twilight can pick out patterns in anything

He gets really irritated when something breaks pattern or is slightly uneven

He loves being on a farm and doing morning routines of feeding the animals

He's always always always related more to animals than people

Animals make sense, people don't

He's still not very good at allistic "social standards," so he's among the easiest for allistics to identify as autistic

Hyper-empathetic

But he doesn’t always know how to help. Wolfie is great for this

He has trouble with the sensory changes that come with shifting to/from his wolf form. Wolves and Hylians have very different sensory experiences, so adjusting between the two takes him a while. Once he's adjusted it's fine, it's just the adjusting itself that's hard

Has verbal shutdown episodes after meltdowns. They don't last super long, and he can usually talk again after a good night's sleep. He can communicate with sign during the episodes

Wolf pelt is comfort item

Favorite stims: touching good textures, rocking, humming

Harmful stims: biting his knuckles

Absolute favorite stim is rubbing his soft wolf pelt on his face, specifically over his mouth and on his upper lip

Special interests: goats, wolves. He knows every. Single. Fact.

Second most likely to infodump

Asexual, biromantic, sex-positive

Four

Too much gender to pick just one. They/them

Comfort item: a little wooden action figure toy thing their grandpa made for them. Four's had it their whole life and never ever goes anywhere without it. It's usually in a special pocket on the inside of their tunic

Most black and white thinker of the group

Four can't grasp or comprehend any nuance or sarcasm or anything in the abstract

They ask SO MANY questions, bc that is their way of understanding the world

They don't really understand most of Time's dad jokes, but they like it when the others laugh

Must be reminded to eat and drink water

Does not like touching other people or being touched by other people

Has more meltdowns than shutdowns

Their little body can't contain all the big feelings and the feelings have to come out somehow

Like Legend they also have a lot of trouble communicating feelings and needs

Biggest sensory issue: sensory symmetry. Everything must be even!!! Also big feelings ^

Favorite stims: they really like the smell of metal, bouncing on toes, spinning, love stim toys

Four never really stops stimming, but they've learned to do it discreetly (bc masking)

They love tinkering, and they love stim toys, so they've made themself a LOT of stim toys. They also love making stim toys for the rest of the chain. (They made a perfectly silent and very discreet one for Wars bc he has the most trouble unmasking)

Harmful stims: head banging

Special interest: tools. Four wants collect every tool in existence, and wants to know exactly what it does. Especially blacksmithing tools, bc Four also really likes blacksmithing

Demisexual, biromantic

Disclaimer: every autistic person has a different way of experiencing the world. I am only one person, so my experience is largely limited to myself. I tried to have links be very diverse in their experiences :)

Feel free to add some of your own autistic or otherwise neurodivergent headcannons!!!!!

[cognitosclowns]

Could I make a request for Andre, JR, Brett and Alpha-Beta giving Reader a massage? SFW or NSFW, whatever you prefer. Thanks!!

HOW HAVE I NEVER DONE AN ASK LIKE THIS BEFORE??? OMG???

NSFW!! There's Horny Little Elements mixed in so,, you have been warned. Brief drug mention.

Andre

OKAY he isn't. that strong. bc nobody uses that amount of drugs is going to have stable muscle mass.

That doesn't mean he gives bad massages!! They're very nice, it's just,, he's not gonna be very 'milking the stress out of your bones' type of squeezes??

His massages are moreso,, Nice Sensory Experiences <33 than actually working knots out,

Lots of thumbs and thumb circles!! Gives hand n foot massages.

He does also jump around a lot from section to section?? Like he’ll get an Idea and give up on your back to work on your legs before swapping up to shoulders to etc, etc. Keeps you on your toes.

I've mentioned before that,, I feel like he'd enjoy Super Slick Lubricated Oily sex?? So like <333 massages absolutely lead in so nicely to that.

Literally just say the word, he’ll slip himself right in, don’t even worry babe <3

is it all a bit messy? yes, but it’s also a blast, so it balances out!!

JR

He has Weird Cold Little Gecko Hands (affectionate), so it's a very,, interesting experience!!

While it would definitely be easier to just,, hire a masseuse,, and probably more pleasurable for you,,,,,, sometimes it is nice to indulge <33

JUST. THE FANCIEST OILS. Super smooth, lightly scented, you can feel it soaking into your skin. You're gonna feel all soft for a solid week after.

He doesn’t have a lot of experience giving massages, but he has plenty in getting massages!! So he isn’t completely hopeless, thank you MSNDMS

His hands aren’t too strong overall, so it’s mostly fingers? swirling his 

Yes hes gonna grab your tiddies a little. sorry they’re right there and he’s such a weasel, you’re getting groped a little bit <3

ass too!! little ticklish touches, plenty of squeezing <3 he also really likes hearing you squeal in surprise. it’s cute, sue him.

he isn’t too much of a bastard though - if you’re properly starting to fall asleep, he’ll keep all his touches super soft <33 to lull you

Brett

OH HIS HANDS ARE SO BIG <333 like properly clunky hands, super clumsy most of the time, but it makes him really good for massages!!

He doesn't have a lot of experience giving them, since he hasn't had that many long-term relationships, or opportunities to give massages.

but he's super eager!!!

Lots of cooing!! Like just,, these soft hums and giggles as you soften into his touch. It’s so sweet, he loves seeing you all dozey and happy!!

He always rubs the oil in his hands first to make sure nothings too cold!! It also means. he ends up having Oil Trails down his hands msndsmd

He’s a little more gentle at first, cause he knows he’s strong and he doesn’t wanna pull something or push too hard!! Once he gets a hang of it though, it’s fantastically firm

Not so rough as to be painful, just the perfect amount of pressure to make you all loose and sweet in his arms!!

He might,, ask if you two can Do Something (tm) if you start making noises? Like little hums and gasps are gonna get him GOING

A.B

oh you KNOW he gives mind-blowing massages. This man will fucking. balance your humours. realign your bones. fix your syndromes don’t even worry smsmdnsdmsnd.

He's a robot babey he can make it all perfect!!!!!!!! <333!!!!!!

It's all palms in the best way - he'll press them into the base of your back and drag them up, like he's pushing the stress right out of you. No more bones, you are mush.

Sometimes. he’s a little too rough. sorry MSNDMSD he’s very strong, and also a little stubborn about how If You Didn’t Squirm So Much, It Wouldn’t Hurt, etc, etc.

Since Reagan had to make sure they'd pass any fingerprint scanners he might encounter, he’s got lots of detail in his hands. Ofc that's pretty useless to him now, but it means there's plenty of delightful texture <33

Old man hands babey!! He’s got those DILF hands!!

He's very. Idk how to describe it.

Grabby? Lets go with grabby MSNDMSN lots of little squeezes 

It'll start as just shoulders and then 'oh, let me get this off you so I have better access' to 'well your feet must be so sore' and before you know it,, you have been undressed. bastard man.

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

hello, hello all. it is my true honor to gather you here today & give you some Lore about the above pictured dog/creature: Mr. Buddy Vergle.

Buddy is like. Really Fucking Smart (but ONLY when he Wants to be). like. he has a bigger vocabulary than some toddlers that ive met! he can even spell some of those words!! he even knows my dad's made up sign language of some of THOSE words!!! if he wants something (anything) he will get my moms attention by a) barking at her b) pawing his claws on the metal leg of the bar stool to make noise or c) staring at her until she notices. she will then start asking him what he wants. 'do you want food?' 'do you want to go outside?' if the answer is No, he keeps staring at her. if the answer is Yes, he will look in the direction of said Object Of Desire, aka the back door for 'outside' or his bowl for 'food'.

he knows a lot of tricks, & he is also a Master Manipulator™️. this is who that one Olivia Rodrigo song was about i stg. he can literally get ANYTHING he wants from my mom. and he KNOWS IT. literally--she made the mistake of giving him a rawhide stick several years ago. fell into a habit of it. he began to expect it Every Day. as of Now, he has Rituals around The Stick™️. he gets one immediately after waking up (which my mom chops up with pliers so he wont choke from eating it too goddamn fast), followed by half a milk bone (sometimes a whole one), & Now i believe he even gets like. some whipped cream with it. this sounds like a lot, yes, but it gets better (worse??): this happens TWICE A DAY. first, right after my mom gets up. second, at 4pm. my mom even has a fucking Alarm on her phone.

let's back track to why i say he is smart 'only when he Wants to be'. you see. Mr. Buddy is plagued by the unfortunate predicament of being an animal. and sometimes, the animal brain takes over. my parent's neighbors have a crab apple tree which hangs over into my parent's back yard. and. buddy likes to eat these apples (as well as anything birds and squirrels happen to drop & he happens to notice). but it does Not go well for him. Ever. he will eat Things in the back yard. Substances, if you will. then come back inside. and. throw it up. 'oh, but animals have an instinct to avoid things that make then throw up once it happens!' you might say. yes!! i reply. i know this!! i know this, & you know this, and all the laws of science & nature know this!! but Mr. Buddy Vergle? either he Does Not Know this, or, he simply Does Not Care. because, day after day, he will return. and he will devour. and, though the sacred morsels enter his stomach, they never stay. this does not deter him, however. not in the slightest. he is nothing if not determined.

(i also say he's stupid bc he likes to roll on dead worms and cat shit lol)

and this isnt even the fucking half of it. this fucker is 8 years old & has the soul of a crotchety, old, (repressed) gay, war criminal shoved into the deranged body of a 15 pound chihuaha-something mix. if he were Not a semi-dog like creature, he would be in prison. or a minor god.

---if you would like to know more about Mr. Buddy Vergle, please comment below. there is much lore and nothing but time---

[theshelbyslimited]

KIA ORAAA (HELLO)

It has been SOOO LONGGG since i've been properly active on here and it'll probably remain that way until December once this final term is over (the pros of having summer at the end of the year is that everything finishes in time for Christmas).

I'm too lazy to fully explain what's been going on bc life has been all over the place but I'll bullet point some 'highlights' (WARNING! IT'S LONG! I WON'T BLAME YOU IF YOU DON'T READ IT ALL)

I've been attending groups at this local 'foundation' that offers wahine/women's groups for those in my area. A Creative Cooking class that's been so much fun and surprisingly beneficial (I'm definitely not the Gordon Ramsay I had myself convinced I was just bc I could make an omelette 🤣), a general Monday Boost group which is basically a space for wahine/women whether they are māmās/mothers or just women seeking a safe space to be around likeminded ppl (we've done some fun stuff in that one) and two more that i'll extend on in the next bulletpoint.

I've been slowly reconnecting my native indigenous realm. So little fact that may not be entirely known is I'm a wahine māori, I'm of indigenous roots to Aotearoa/New Zealand. Although both of my parents are Māori, colonization had a deep impact on my whānau/family went it came to passing down the reo/language and culture. My Dad knew Te Reo Māori and was planning to teach it to me but he passed away before it could happen and my Mum never learnt it as her father/my poppa was raised during the time where our people were punished for speaking their mother tongue at school or even in public space, therefore influencing him to not teach it to his children. As I've gotten older, I've yearned to connect with Te Ao Māori (The World of Maoridom) and connect with the deeper roots and strands of my identity as an indigenous woman. A lot of the women in the groups I've been attending are also Māori/indigenous women so we've all been journeying through, trying to connect with Te Ao Māori in a way that isn't pākehā-fied or basically milked down to fit the white standard in our country. I decided to do a free online Te Reo Māori course I discovered online after reestablishing my deep want to know the language of my ancestors and it's been so fulfilling (I have the worst memory though so utilizing it isn't going too well so far). I've been attending a group called 'Aua Hoki' which basically means 'I don't know' in the sense where we do different things every group class regarding Te Ao Māori whether it be: digging into our whakapapa (our genealogy/lineage), waiata (song/music), pūrākau (stories) and Toi (Māori arts). This particular group has helped me connect so much more with my ancestry and I feel like I've found that part of me that's been missing for so long (partially anyway). I've also only recently started going to a Raranga group. Raranga literally means 'to weave' which is basically what we've been doing and although it's a lot harder than I thought it would be, seeing the end result of ones own creation can be so fulfilling.

I've been HELLAAA baking. I posted before about how baking has become a thing for me but holy shit, my whānau/family are loving it so I'll probably keep it up just for them. It's been interesting trying different recipes whether they be sweet or savoury and being able to share the kai/food with those I love. I think my personal favourites because they're so deeply ingrained in my whānau/family are: Fry Bread and Māori Bread (feel free to look them up). They're basically the same dough but one, you fry and the other can simply be baked in the oven. Such recipes have been baked and cooked all the way back to my Great Grandmother and perhaps, even before then. I think I enjoy those the most because I feel like I'm continuing that tradition on for my generation and hopefully one day, I can pass it onto someone of the next generation.

I think I've rambled moreee than enough. I am so sorry for how long this is, when I get started I just can't stop sometimes 🤣 Aroha nui (much love) to you if you actually managed to make it to the end of this and read every single rambly thought of mine.

I'm sending so much love and awhi (a way of saying support) to every single one of you, it's nearly December (what the fuckkkk 😱) so thank you for being with me throughout the duration of this crazy year. We're in it for the long run now and I know we'll all make it through, I'll make damn sure of it. I'm only a message away for ANYONE who may need someone to vent to, some words of love or just a friend to kōrero/talk to.

Stay safe angels ❤️

C x

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

More rambling about Eddie? 🤲🏻

Okay I got you 🙏

I’m probably going to be adding onto this random throughout the day so sorry if it takes forever

Some of these are like headcanons I’ve seen in tiktok but no one has elaborated on them so here is my elaborating on it bc it I want it I’m gonna have to do it myself 😢😢😢

Ok he is very so much the type to shove his finger in your nose and then try to shove it in your mouth

Like why is he so dirty? We don’t know

And literally plot a Wet Willy for a whole entire five minutes, just sucking his pointer finger to make sure it’s wet before he comes up behind you while you’re doing your hair and shoving his finger in your ear and then act like it’s wrong for you to be grossed out by it

And he would act like suck a toddler

“Watch me watch me. Stop doing that. Look at me!” And then he would chug a whole beer and burp out his ABCs

And he’s so the type that you have to force to drink water (I hate those ppl I’m so sorry but plz stop drinking your 8th soda and just take one sip of water) because all he drinks is beer and Dr Pepper and he’s like “water has no flavor??”

No and he’s so dirty

Like he will just fart so loud and continue on like nothing happened while you’re there gasping for air and trying to breath through the green fog and he’s like “stop being dramatic 😒” and force out another fart just to fan it towards you

We’ve only been talking about sweet/horny Eddie so I’m happy we’ve gotten it out of the way how he really would be

He has no table matters and eats fast as hell and loud as hell and once he’s done he’s like “are you gonna eat that?” When you’re mid bite

And he would have such a bad habit of leaving the door open when he was peeing and then you both make eye contact like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️

And you would be like “I’m going to change” or smth and then five minutes later he would barge in the door like he didn’t know

And his favorite form of affection to give you? Not a kiss or a hug- it’s actually a noogie or a bite :)

And he’s so the type to literally just sit there with his hand down his pants while you are watching a movie or smth and when he sees that you are giving him a dirty look he’s like “what? Like you don’t y’okay with your pubes 😂😒”

“I dont. Go wash your hands before you touch me.”

And when he leans in for a kiss right before your lips touch he blows a burp in your face

How sweet

Or he’ll just blow one in your face and walk away like “you just got pranked”

And he will push you over and almost (or will just go for it) and push you off of the bed just so he can get comfortable

And he would rough house with you like you were his brother or smth 😭

Like yank you up and body slam you onto the bed and he’d laugh at all your attempts to punch him

And then you’d act like he actually hurts you and he’d like “okay, let me see shithead. I didn’t want to actually hurt you. Let me see it.” And then you choke slam him on the bed

And everytime you try to take a photo of him he flips you off or does the devil horns

And every time you say I love you he can’t just say it back normally he’s like “whatever. I love you too asshole.”

He definitely wakes you up at like 2am and he’s like “get proper clothes on. We’re going to McDonald’s.“

And he will complete tune you out while he plays guitar

Especially if he is learning something new. You could literally be screaming and he turns back to you like “did you hear something?”

And this man is such a himbo like idk

Crop tops 24/7 but he never wears them outside of the comfort of his own home

But everytime your there he’s always in a crop top and just boxers or maybe pajama pants, probably shoving a bowl of cereal in his face

He’s also probably one of those those people who drinks the cereal milk out of the bowl and his a milk mustache and doesn’t even bother to wipe it

And he drinks milk and OJ out of the carton and when he sees that dirty look on your face he pulls it away, out of breath like “oh did you want some?”

And this man can dress like such a whore in the summer

Shorts with flannels completely unbuttons, tattoos on display while he manspreads… 😕😓😓

And he brings you along anytime he gets a new tattoo

And it’s like from one of his uncles friends in a shady ass place but they turn out how he wants them so he doesn’t mind

And sometimes he really is soft and cute

Pulling your head onto his lap and playing with your hair, draping a blanket over you and letting you fall asleep in his lap

Coming over to his trailer after work and you’re all tired and he’s like “😕 baby C’mere, let me get you In bed.”

He ALWAYYYSSS smells like weed

Like weed and cigarettes is his signature scent

And I feel like he gets comfortable at your house quick, like with your parents and stuff

He’s always bringing you random things like a cat

Like he will come back in from smoking a cigarette and he will be like “here. Take these.” And it’s like a big ass rock and some bird feathers

And he makes you take walks into the woods just so he can go get rocks from the creek

Even at night like he will get a big ass flashlight and vodka your hand the whole way but he’s still like “are you really that scared, shithead?”

And he will get so excited everytime he sees you at corroded coffin gigs he get so excited and almost fucks up playing but he gives you one of those close mouthed smiles with his eyebrows all high

Even though you come to every single gig

And he’s always smearing eyeliner on his waterline and then when he pokes his eye he screams for at least ten minutes

Always kissing your neck and loves to nibble at your ears 🫶

And he likes to slip his hand up your shirts when you cuddle so he can rub at your hip or belly 😢

Gets so dramatic when you have to leave in the morning and will grab the handcuffs from the night before 👀 and handcuff his wrist to yours

He will lick over your face instead of giving you a kiss like you thought

And stuff like that will result in a “I hate you” and he’s like “no”

“Yes”

“No”

“You love me”

“No”

“You love me so much it hurts”

He can actually sing really well but every time he notices that you are listening when he’s playing a little song and he’s like “get out of my room stop trying to embarrass me”

“Nooo, you sounded good baby”

“Shut up shithead”

And he calls himself daddy to you even thought you guys are not into that 😭

Like he’s sitting on the couch and smoking a cigarette and you break a nail or start bleeding and he just holds the cigarette in his mouth “let daddy see it”

He lets his sweatpants fall low on his hips when he’s walking around shirtless and does not care to pull them up 😢

I have nothing else to say

[gladiolidiaries]

I went down the rabbit hole of your asks about Q and K and dtkq in general and I have thoughts: DTKQ was never real

I have been around in the dream fandom since end 2019 so pre literally all of these friendships (except dteam of course) and from the word go I always got the impression quackity didn’t like Dream not even neutral but just didn’t like him they did one stream together and never again I don’t think he favors Sapnap in anyway either he talks about Sapnap like he’s a fucking caveman and only tolerated them bc of George and some weird fan created fiancés lore that he like kinda keeps to but like doesn’t fuck w outside of the lore streams and even then he said before that dteam+k are “work friends” to him not on the same level as his irl friends. When Q was still activly hanging with people like mizkif after everything he’s said about Dream and I’m pretty sure to this day he still follows kace***on. so that solidified to me that dream and q aren’t and have never been friends bc why would you continue to follow someone actively harassing and doxing someone you claim is a friend Dream has never like off handedly talked about quackity either like I can’t think of a time Dream on his own told a funny story about being with or talking to quackity. And I think Karl god Karl is so sad to me bc I don’t mind him but he like so desperately wants his own trio like the dream team and wants his own duo like dnf so bad it’s so painfully pitiful to watch he’s like “creating” these groups and then he abandons them once he milks them dry or once they never pick up the way dnf and dteam do his closest thing to it was Karlnap but I really think Sapnap has pulled away from that recently he used to play into it a lot but he’s kinda pulled away and idk why they keep trying to resuscitate banter I need it to die like in theory it’s fun and could work but they never do it they give up after 4 episodes the 3 of them don’t have good chemistry together Sapnap and George can bounce off each other but then Karl has to be the center so Sapnap doesn’t bother half the time and George is trying to carry the weight but even he’s not into it the most popular and lively episode of banter had Dream and Dream hard carried that ep 💀 all in all I don’t think dtkq was ever real I don’t think q liked anyone but George and Karl and George doesn’t like not including his best friends Dream and Sapnap and Karl saw it as some like possible group and he himself even said that the only reason why dtkq content ever happened was bc he would force everyone to do something together and 1/2 the time Dream would just leave 1/3 of the way into any stream and most of the time Dream is q and ks punching bag anyway that pisses me off when they did content together and Dream just gets shit on. I think it sucks bc it looks like q and k were really into dtkq for content reasons and dteam wanted friends but I doubt we will see any content from 5/5 ever again (not that much existed to begin with) because quackity has isolated himself with his Spanish audience and even English and he’s all solo q Stan’s who hate everyone else and I think a lot of dteam Stan’s have not changed opinions as far as pos or neg but I think a lot have lost interest or don’t care much for Q and I see it starting w K as well they are gravitating toward sylvee and Hannah and back to Tommy now funnily enough but yeah people wrongfully assumed that 5/5 were close when I don’t think they are the fact that they were in LA for 2 weeks and quackity was there for most of that time and there wasn’t a peep of a meet up lmaoooo and like George spent most of the time doing nothing he had free time and didn’t go see him yeah yeah yeah tells me all I need to know sorry this is long I’ve kept this for far too long 💀

Hey thanks for the long input I love reading opinions from fans who've been here since the beginning 🙏

[diorsbrando]

I've had this in my mind for a while and I need to let out💀

[Reader is an Arrancar that's dating Grimmjow and she likes to fuck around and flirt with the others (except for Nnoitra cuz that mf ain't entertaining that shit no way😭).]

[One day, he catches her flirting and being all touchy with Ulquiorra who's looking at her like she lost her mind, but he doesn't push her away because one, he lowkey checks her out when no one's watching, and two, I like to think that he enjoys pissing Grimm off sometimes. So ofc, Grimmjow gets pissed and storms to them and possessively pulls Reader towards him, shouting at the higher-ranked Espada to stay away from her.]

[Like the unbothered bitch that he is, Ulquiorra simply stares at him and says sum shit like, "What are you getting angry with me for? She approached me and touched me in an intimate manner so you should scold her for thinking I'm more suited to handling her unresolved sexual frustration." Once again, the pantera gets angry before a mischievous smirk forms on his face. Reader is fucking terrified bc she knows that smirk means he's about to do some crazy shit. Grimmjow looks down at her and winks before looking at Ulquiorra. "Hmmm....so you think you can please her better than I can? Well, how about we let her be the judge of that."]

[So fast forward a few hours later to both Espadas fucking the life out of Reader in her and Grimmjow's shared bedroom. Grimm's fucking her mouth while Ulquiorra takes her from behind. Ulquiorra may be a dedicated, full-time stoic King but the way Reader's pussy keeps greedily sucking him in and milking his cock for everything he's got has him furrowing his eyebrows and gripping her ass more tightly. Grimmjow smirks and laughs at him, amused by the fact that even someone like Ulquiorra can get pussy whipped as well. "Pretty little pussy she has, don't ya think? Greedy little kitty will drain you for all that you're worth. A shame she belongs to me though."]

I'm so sorry this is long but my brain was going a thousand miles an hour with this one😭🙈

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 grey i—

this is literally me against the wall bc ??????????? what????? you wrote THIS OFF THE DOME??????? THERES NO WAAAAAAYYYYY OMFG? TAG TEAM BETWEEN MY TWO FAVORITE ESPADA? INSANE OH GOSH THE WAY IF I WAS PALE ID BE AS RED AS A TOMATO AFTER READING!?? especially the last couple sentences OH MY GOODNESS. UR BRAIN IS JUST HUGGGEEEEEE . i think one of the things that’s especially hot to me is that not only are we being used like a damn fleshlight, but ulquiorra falling apart behind us bc of how good our pussy is😩😩😩😩😩 STOIC MEN GETTING HEART EYES OVER US IS MY FAVORITE THIS EVVVEERERRRR and i love mr cifer so much mhmhmhmhm i DOOOOOOOOOO !!!! OH MY GSISJSJA FUCK I CANT EVEN PROCESS THIS PLS🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️ also do NOT apologize pls don’t ever. bc honestly i love when people drop long pieces like this in my inbox ( people rarely do tho; most of the time it’s me that’s dropping long drabbles like this like it’s nothing 😭 ) but this was such a treat to read omg.

im thinking of how reader feels ulquiorra’s hands on her ass, letting his primal urges he didn’t know he has take control of his movements. he subconsciously spreads our ass cheeks apart so he can see the tight ring of muscles pucker in and out slightly as our cunt makes his lengthy cock disappear and reappear over and over and my baby is mesmerized like you literally can’t make him tear his gaze away from where our extremities meet. we arch our lower back a little more so his dick can hit that spot and we moan lewdly around grimmjow, which results to both men letting out animalistic growls: grimmy grips our hair little tighter than before, the dull pain of his nails digging nearly into our scalp adding onto the pleasure and make our fluttering hole drip even more honey around ulquiorra’s girth. the clenching sensation he feels is damn near euphoric, he’s never experienced this kind of satisfaction and pleasure before and the action made him let out low curse while bringing a rough palm down on the globe of our ass. it feels good because it makes us squeeze around his tighter, but the lingering feeling of his hand still stings.

we make some type of garbled, mumbling noise, as if we’re trying to say something, but ulquiorra doesn’t register what we say ( he doesn’t really care ) because he’s busy trying to process the feeling of your tight cunt and this intimacy he’s currently engaging in. grimmjow on the other hand begins to fuck your throat to shut you up, blatantly disregarding our plea. “oh shut up, this is what you wanted is isn’t it princess? you wanna flirt around so bad? well, now your mouth can flirt with this dick. better be appreciative that i didn’t punish you baby.”

his azul irises shift and trained on ulquiorra’s pale-white countenance; he could clearly see the sweat dripping down his muscular, lean frame and causing the black tendrils of his hair to stick to his neck and forehead. “hey ulquiorra. two more minutes and we’re switching. you’ve had your fun, now i wanna feel my pussy wrap around me.”