#cinna’s asks

[dickgraysonsbitch]

Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

[cinnamoodles]

this is mutual appreciation. if you receive this from me: i love you. thanks for being my mutual!!!

Love youuu

- lucyy xx

AHHH TYSM LYSM LUCYYY

[atelierlili]

Sporadically rereading Mockingjay and I just remembered even Peeta’s prep team and Portia did not make it out from the capitol. 🫠 Aside from Katniss, Delly and Haymitch, this boy actually has nothing. Almost everyone he’s ever known and connected with are dead. Even worse, by the end of the story, he barely remembers them.

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Darkstone Family dinner✨

[Mod Note: so sorry for the late continuation of the ongoing plot! Further explanation will be posted onto my personal blog, @may-bee-its-just-me but for now, on with the womp womp]

With the family growing concerned at Kodiak's uncharacteristic absence, the kids chatter amongst themselves. Luna and Kai exchange worried glances to each other, wondering if they should leave to find their father - Sadie sits in silence, overwhelmed by all the new sights and sounds, and worried for his papa.

Just as Kai opens his mouth to speak up, Kodiak busts through the dining hall doors, with Cinna following close behind.

"I had something important come up last minute-! We're here now haha- I brought a few ponies, I hope that's alright-"

Luna and Kai step closer to greet their father. Luna at seeing Cinna, lights up, and speaks up first. Kai, at the thought of having even more ponies join them for dinner, mini-panics but quickly regains composure.

Kai: You didn't message any of us, we were getting worried! Who's the other guest..?

Kodiak, still catching his breath from running, looks behind himself and notices that Sagi lagged behind.

"Oh he's...Well he's also family, just. Maybe not someone you'd expect to be..."

Sagi walks in at a leisurely pace, unsure of what to make of this whole situation. He stands before the rest of the Darkstones (and Kokoros), waiting for their approval or dismissal.

Kodiak: Everyone, this is Sagi...

Sadie, coming back to reality, lights up at seeing a new person to meet. He runs over and greets Sagi. [Night]Shade follows close to Sadie's side to bodygaurd, having heard stories of Sagi through the group grapevine.

Sadie: WOW!! your outfit is super cool!!

@ask-cinnavanillamelody

Credits:

All art featured in this post was drawn by myself, Mod Bee.

Cinna - Outfit and character belongs to Mocha from @ask-cinnavanillamelody

Kodiak - Outfit and character are from yours truly

Luna - Character belongs to Mocha from @ask-cinnavanillamelody, Outfit design was on me.

Kai - Character and outfit are mine, all MINE lol

Sagi - Character belongs to @ask-cinnavanillamelody but the outfit modifications were from yours truly.

Nightshade - Character and outfit are my fault

Sadi(e) - Character and outfit are frome mee

[yanaleese]

i am ON MY KNEES for Karma skjdhsdjhg

i love him, i'll do anything for him ughhh he's so fine

anyway, have a good day i hope you and Karma are both very well

"Anything, Mami?~♡"

[ask-ii-bfdi-shipkiddos]

can I see cinna?

"Ask and ye shall receive. The princess has arrived!"

[qifreyplushie]

What are your thoughts on hualesbians if there are any

THE EVERYTHING i have yet to draw them but when i see them, as a lesbian, i feel my chest constrict and blow up and i struggle to breathe (normal reaction)

[sodapopbuoy]

AERRGGGG IVE BEEN GOING CRAZY OVER UR F&C ART YOU DRAW SIMON SOOOOEHEFEHEHEHEHE i would give him a big fat kiss .......

OOOAAAJHDFJNHDHNJK !!!!!! THANK YOU CINNA AAAAAUGH !!!! IM PLANNING ON DRAIWNG HIM MORE >:] FOR NOW... HIM FOR YOU........

[cinnabundoll]

You've seen Sillies in Gacha Life 2 get ready for Sillies in Papa Louie pals

I think the only one I didn't feel is as accurate is Due, there wasn't a hair remotely close to his </3

Them individually ↓

Palette & Rurik belong to @/angeutblogo

Dante & Due belong to @/dantemoths-lair

Ray (Fell!Cray) belongs to @/weezy-pup

[arsonforcharlie]

doing this as my own reminder to come back to the notes too lol, but what was the powerpoint u were talking about on the Taylor Swift post? 🕵️‍♀️

ohoho it's.... something. i'm not gonna share the link because i'm not hundo percent sure how to make it so people can't find the person who made it and i'm not down for internet bullying, plus there's a lot (a LOT) of "i've decided that whenever she uses butterfly imagery she's talking about being gay and whenever she uses flowers she's talking about her lesbian ex so here's a list of EVERY BUTTERFLY AND FLOWER SHE PUT IN THESE MUSIC VIDEOS" but here's some screenshots of some choice parts

we've got "well if she didn't do what she did in the video and instead did this other thing i made up, that would be some pretty blatant imagery!"

we've got "someone who works in the entertainment industry, where a lot of gay people work, and who is also one of the most powerful celebrities in the world with a huge budget for videos got thirteen whole gay people to appear in a music video! why else would she be friends with them unless she was gay herself!" (like babe i got more gay friends than that in a single instagram group chat am I cher now??????)

we've got "whatever this is!"

we've got "she used a crazy straw that said words, just like karlie kloss used a crazy straw that said words! this means they do gay stuff together and not that they can both access etsy where you can buy crazy straws that say anything you want"

we've got "she told someone online that a rumour she kissed katy perry for the YNTCD video was false, but she said 'step on "our" gowns' when she did, so clearly she wasn't referring to herself being the subject of rumours but was saying that she was secretly gay and it was cut out!!!!!"

we've even got "well if she's NOT secretly gay and scooter braun DIDN'T stop her from coming out, her allyship would be lame as shit, so she MUST be gay!"

truly a delight

[dickgraysonsbitch]

BETA READER NEEDED

hola bitchfam, i need a beta reader for my damian wayne x adhd!reader draft, please like this post if you are interested!

[ghosthoodie]

how about this instead an older Nishi!! maybe even kait n sicily celebrating the birthday:)

THEY ARE SILLY!!!!!!!!!:)

[cinnachaos]

aroace romance and sex repulsed acht like if you agree

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

All that's left to do is test....

"it...worked..?"

[lookatmysillies]

although this song definitely wouldn’t match cas because i heard a lot of theories discussing how it was probably about an overprotective parent which he definitely is not . . i think there should be a harpy hare animatic featuring cas and all of his kids . . especially with the line “ harpy hare where have you buried all your children, tell me so i say “ . . i would definitely do it if I didn’t suck so bad at animating 🥲

Cas and his children give me THOUGHTS

Obviously his two canon kids are Cinna and Leto, and this song really fits because he truly does “bury” them in his mind. He blocks them out, he represses any hint of emotion he feels for them—in a way, they’re literally dead to him. Seeing either of them is like seeing a corpse come alive.

While we’re on the subject, I find it really cool how Cinna and Leto took after two very different sides of Cas: Leto has more of his outwardly projecting traits like his animated personality and confidence, while Cinna takes on his repressed, dark qualities, all his bitterness, insecurities and fear.

Tagging @14-alc/@paradisedisconcert since this involves your child!

[justcallmesakira]

EVERYONE ONE ITS OFFICIAL!!!

me nd' @saelique are officially motjer daughter or sister sister whatever❤️