#he is just like me he is also doesnt care about tea or coffee he is a water guy

[roimp]

SO TODAY....

(THIS IS ONLY FOR ROSE)

[alexxncl]

how the obey me characters like their coffee

brothers, dateables + luke, and side characters

resurgence of my coffee obsession has me thinking thoughts

and i'm right bc they all told me this themselves

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs

lucifer

i feel like he likes his shit sickeningly sweet...like you can barely taste the coffee

so much creamer it almost looks like milk, so much sugar that your teeth will fall out just by looking at it

it used to help him stay awake, but he's immune to it now. he just drinks it to drink it

he doesn't care for iced coffee that much. he had a sip of mammon's and almost gagged

mammon

the blackest coffee you've ever seen, extra espresso shots, whether it's hot or iced

y'all know how pedro pascal and jaemin from nct like their coffee? yeah...nasty

if he hasn't had his coffee, don't talk to him

unless you're mc or luke. then you have a pass

he drinks it before he leaves the house, while he's walking to RAD, while he's in class, while he's at lunch, while he's in detention, while he's-

you get the picture

but he won't admit that he's addicted

levi

he likes chai tea 🫶🏽

coffee never sat well with him, it made him more anxious than he already is

he likes the taste but he can live without it

he drank a bunch of it once while pulling an all-nighter with mammon before an exam...never again

luci and mams keep a very close eye on his caffeine intake

satan

no cream or milk, but a shit ton of sugar

"bitter like my soul" headass

he doesn't drink it often, but he's particular when he does

doesn't like hot coffee because he can't drink it right away

either makes it himself or asks asmo to do it when he's too tired

asmo

more milk than sugar with a pretty design on top

an oat milk girlie

strongly prefers hot coffee but will drink either

he just has a knack for creative stuff, y'know?

i feel like he worked as a batista for a while and does little pop up shops for his fans :(

beel

he doesn't drink coffee like that. it doesnt do anything for him

but he likes sweet things, so he asks belphie to put flavored creamer or sweetened almond milk and a lot of sugar in it whenever he does drink some

he started drinking it to get closer to luci and mams, but he never made a habit out of it like the two of them

asked asmo if he could learn how to make it so that mammon wouldn't run out during the day and is actually really good at it

belphie

do NOT give him coffee

he hates it

it's nasty and it makes him jittery

he'll make it, and he's almost as good as asmo, but he won't drink it. absolutely not

diavolo

never really got the hype until he had some of lucifer's

only drinks his coffee that way now

he still prefers tea, but a little caffeine every now and then won't hurt

he tried black coffee and hated it. you know he loves his sweets

barbatos

drinks it on occasion but will lie if you ask him about it

he's THE tea demon, yk? can't let the title be for nothing

if he makes some for diavolo, he'll drink it however dia likes it

if he's just making it for himself, he likes it with a little sugar and no creamer

simeon

spiked (sometimes, when he's not writing) and black

mainly because he doesn't want luke to drink any and thinks this is the best course of action

also because it keeps him awake

(he's like lucifer, coffee doesn't do anything for him anymore. it's a habit atp)

solomon

spiked and sweet

he's too old and too tired

but it's only ever spiked with top shelf, aged, hard shit bc he's extra

tried it black and spiked and hated it

luke

please don't give the baby coffee

11 year olds don't need coffee

he kept asking to try it, so mammon gave him some of his (much to simeon's disdain) and he quite literally almost died

he'll never touch it again bc why is it so BITTER

he won't admit to it but he cried

mammon has proof - videos and pictures

mephisto

tried it once and threw it away

likes his black like mammon, but way less espresso

only likes iced americanos

also likes them extremely watered down ??? idk man he's weird

raphael

another tea drinker but he likes his caffeinated

can't stand the taste of coffee, he doesn't know how simeon drinks it so often

tried some of simeon's - before he started spiking it, mind you - and threw it away bc he thought it was disgusting

simeon did not in fact cry (yes he did)

thirteen

it depends on the day, but she's a mocha girlie 99% of the time

when just wants coffee or she's having a really bad day, she gets her usual

if it's a really good day, she gets something different

iced or hot, she doesn't care

a very specific order and only gets hers from a very specific mom and pop shop in a run-down area of the otherworld

[robintherobiner]

Types of fics i need more of:

de-age fics. Baby Bruce? Teen Bruce? Baby Dick? Teen Dick? Baby Jason? Teen Jason. The list goes on and on. deage them all. is it sad? is it funny? is it cute? is it traumatic? i dont care, make them all little.

ghost fics. i want Jason to haunt the shit out of his family. he sees them all grieving, comes back to life, and instead of killing people he just leaves ominous notes like "i saw you trip on your cape." or "leave fifty bucks at *address* or i'll tell everyone about your superman body pillow."

Tim being an utter loser. I love him, but he should be incredibly put together in public and then he gets home and just... is a mess. never felt the touch of anyone, woman or man. can do complex mathematical equations but needs a calculator to solve 4 x 3. think Sherlock Holmes, who can tell everything about you from one look but doesnt know the earth revolves around the sun.

Alfred being called out for being an enabler! fuck that old man, i hate him. however if he made me a cup of tea, i would die for him. Im a very complex person.

Dick being Damians dad. so cute, i love it. Damian deserves to have his own taste of found family. fuck blood of the womb, lets go with blood of the covenent or whatever the quote says.

Jason being childish!!! i think his mental age should younger than his physical one cuz, trauma, being dead, being catatonic in some cases, also just being pretty young anywas? gimme a fic where he comes home covered in blood cuz he just killed four guys and then goes to have a shower so he can play with his rubber duckies.

kiddie crushes!!! gimme more Jason loving Wonder Woman and being an utter fanboy when he encounters her. "Oh em gee you're here to apprehend me? Wonder Woman, this is such an honor, can i have your autograph-" Young Dick meeting Superman for the first time and hiding under Bruce's cap because "He's so pretty Bruce, he's gonna hear my heart go fast!" Tim meeting Constantine and, to everyones despair, somehow adoring him. "So you do magic? Thats like, so cool! Tell me all about it. My parents were archeologists, we probably have loads of of magical objects, do you wanna check them? Do you like coffee? Did you really sell your soul to multiple people? Thats so hot- I MEAN COOL SHIT FUCK-"

Literally anything about Dicks time in the circus. I think i've only read like two fics about it? Compared to the hundreds going indepth on Tim and Jason's childhoods?

Similar to the last one, but gosh the culture shocks they all probably had! Dick was used to constantly moving from city to city. Jason going from being on the street to a mansion. Tim going from boarding school, a place full of kids his own age, to being alone in his house so that he could be Robin. Damian was used to being respected and honored, he was a prince after all, only to suddenly be told that everything he knew was wrong.

Babs and Tim. I think they would get along, i wanna see them bonding!

Joker Junior. i know its not canon and it was only in like one cartoon but oh my GOD i love it.

Trauma reveals!! i love them. Dick's time in spyral, his apprenticeship with Deathstroke, the multiple fucked up relationships he's been in. Everything Tim did during 'Brucequest', Jasons time with the LOA, literally anything from Damians childhood.

Jon being aged up and his relationship with Damian! i dont even need to add anything, you get the point.

Dana, Jack, and Janet. I want it so bad!!! Dana is implied but never confirmed to be dead so bring her back and let her and Tim mourn!! let Tim find out his parents both slept with Bruce and have Bruce be like "oops i forgot about that, soz sweetie-" let tim hate christmas eve because thats when his mother was buried!

if anyone has recs for any of these sort of fics, PLEASE GIVE THEM TO ME. i've probably read most of them already, but i have a terrible memory so i love re-reading fics. just, gimme gimme gimme

[miakate-writes]

HIHIHIHI. this isn’t a prompt ig BUT IT KINDA IS. im wondering about love story prompts but YOUR love story 😭. i love hearing abt people’s crushes and tea in general 💀.

you mentioned you had a bf(ITHINK) SO LIKE DROP THE LOVE STORY???? if you’re comfortable in saying ofcofc and it doesnt have to have that much details if you’re not comfortable in sharing it..

GIRLLLL U ARE NOT READY (also tysm for this ask, any opportunity to talk about him 🫶🏻)

also idk how i want to lay this out so i’m just gonna tell u some deets bc i love him sm :)

so basically i’ve liked him since october 2022 and we started dating on april 24th 2023 (the day before my birthday if anyone cares)

defo a “she fell first, he fell harder”

after talking for a painful month (i think it was a month but i’m not really sure bc i didnt even know what a talking stage was or how to know when ur in one), i asked him out

now, the asking him out process was a very stressful one - i had to go downstairs from my bedroom and make myself a VERY strong coffee to get me through it and after screaming a lot, jumping up and down a lot, and my mum and brother crossing their fingers for me, i managed to send that hella risky text and *boom* he felt the same way

the week of our photography exam (we shared a class which is how we got to spend so much time together during secondary school) he bought a flask of coffee into school and we shared it and i got all excited bc it was an "indirect kiss"

our first kiss was on 22nd June, i had been building up to kissing him for like a month and i even started to get my friend to hint to him that he should kiss me - but i beat him to it and kissed him before he left my house that day, then went and celebrated with my mum <3

we went to prom together in July after we had been dating for a while and he said "i love you" while we were dancing - not to slow music bc prom was shit and they only played disco music - and he now will never let it go that he beat me to saying "i love you" even though i asked him out and i kissed him first

he's been the literal best person ever in terms of helping me through all my mental health shenanigans (there's so much going on guys) and i love him so much for it

its been 8 months and 3 days now and i've literally never been happier and i have a small feeling that he feels the same

yea guys we're gonna get married and have 2 kids, 2 dogs and a cat

(might do a part two to this of like stupid quotes that we've said bc this is so fun el oh el)

[czenzo]

Pretty Boy

[ao3] Skullyle Internet Friends Series: [1 – Pretty Boy] [2 – Missed Call]

summary:

[Skull] any updates on Pretty Boy? [Joan] I told you to stop calling him that

Lucy, a barista, finds herself drawn to the regular with long legs and perfect hair. Her internet friend – a snarky guy only known by the nickname Skull – finds her silly little crush hilarious (and may be a little bit jealous).

words: 2085 rating: T

notes: I have genuinely never considered Skullyle before, but I scrolled by this post by @lucy-lockwood and immediately opened Scrivener. I've also never seen Skull as anything but a cat in modern AUs before, but the thought of him being Lucy's internet friend with far too much time on his hands and the burning desire to blow up Lucy's phone with his abundance of sarcastic notifications was too much for me to resist

edit: now with a sequel!

Lucy’s phone buzzed, and she knew who it was before she picked it up.

[Skull] any updates on Pretty Boy?

[Joan] I told you to stop calling him that

[Skull] + i never agreed [Skull] ur avoiding the question.

She glanced up at her surroundings. They were in the lull between the morning and lunch rush; the only occupants besides herself and Holly were the bespectacled boy tapping away at his laptop in the corner, and the man with the oddly impressive moustache sipping tea by the window. There was nothing or no one stopping her from texting back, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

[Joan] I haven’t seen him today. there’s nothing to update you on

[Skull] bullshit [Skull] doesnt need 2 b a concrete physical update [Skull] ik u have already spent a minimum of 2 hours thinking abt him this morning [Skull] his hair. his lanky fucking legs. [Skull] penny for ur sickeningly sappy thoughts ma’am

[Joan] why are you concerning yourself with my thoughts about him [Joan] jealous much?

It took a strange amount of time for a reply to come through.

[Skull] HAHAHAHA [Skull] HAHAHAHAHAHAHA [Skull] that was so funny! real knee slapper!! have u considered ditching the coffee + pursuing comedy

[Joan] maybe I will. [Joan] wait shit hold on he’s just come in

She shoved her phone in her apron and immediately it began buzzing with message notifications, each one presumably more sarcastic than the last. Lucy was far too distracted to care; Lockwood had just walked in.

Lockwood. First name unknown, amount of patterned ties owned unknown (but it was at least twelve), regular orderer of one Earl Grey tea with milk and a ginger biscuit to go. He normally showed up during the morning rush which never left Lucy any time to talk to him outside of the standard cash register exchange, but today was different – he was running late. How interesting, Lucy thought, as she ignored her phone buzzing for the hundredth time. She ought to put it on silent.

“Morning,” Lockwood said as he approached the counter. “One Earl—”

“Grey tea with milk, ooh, and a ginger biscuit too, please?” Lucy said without fully intending to. She froze. Lockwood stared for an excruciating moment until the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Do I really order that every time?”

“Pretty much every morning, yes.” She occupied herself with entering the order in the till, if only to avoid having to make eye contact. “Will that be everything?”

Of course, it was, and of course, the name for the cup was Lockwood, though Lucy only asked him to not seem like a complete creep with her memory.

Lockwood idled by the counter, scrolling through his phone as Lucy went to work putting his order together. Holly was in the back. The bespectacled kid didn’t make a noise, aside from the clacking of his keyboard. The moustached man quietly sipped his tea. It almost felt as if she and Lockwood were alone, and Lucy wasn’t sure how that made her feel.

She steeled her nerves to say something new. Now or never. “Running late today, are we?”

“I was, up until a few minutes ago. My morning meeting’s been cancelled, so I’m now free until eleven, which is certainly an odd feeling.”

Morning meeting? Lucy thought he was around her age – early twenties – and here she was, working a 9–5 making coffee, while he probably made double her wage in some swanky office. How lovely to think about.

“Yet you still came for your tea and biscuit.”

“Of course. I can barely function without it. Thank you,” he said as she slid his order towards him. He picked it up, hesitated, and looked around the room. When his eyes fell on the bespectacled boy, his face lit up.

“George! I didn’t realise you’d be here.” He strode over to the corner table and made himself comfortable opposite the boy and his laptop. Lucy watched them for a moment or two before realising she probably looked incredibly creepy again, and opted instead to lean against the counter and make sure Skull hadn’t collapsed in her absence.

Thirty-two unread messages. Half of them described Lucy batting her eyes and pouting her lips while Pretty Boy smouldered and sipped his ‘stupidly pretentious earl grey tea, who even fucking drinks that? just drink bog standard english breakfast like any normal self respecting brit’. The other half consisted of incoherent babbling which probably only made sense to Skull himself.

[Joan] you really missed me in those ten minutes I was gone, didn’t you?

[Skull] u flatter urself joanie [Skull] those 10 mins were the best of my entire life actually [Skull] peaceful bliss. pure unadulterated zen [Skull] so did u just run through ur normal coffee shop script like a coward or did u actually make a move

[Joan] I pointed out that he was running late, and he said a cancellation had changed his morning schedule

[Skull] god damn its straight from a film. so romantic!! [Skull] if u cant tell im currently blushing + swinging my feet back n forth in the air [Skull] eee tell me MORE!!

[Joan] I’m immune to your sarcasm. I diverted from my usual script! that’s better than nothing

[Skull] u talked about his morning. schedule. talk of google calendar will not segue into sloppy making out

[Joan] don’t say that. don’t be gross.

[Skull] it comes naturally 2 me [Skull] just like being romantically incompetent comes naturally 2 u

[Joan] he’s still here. I could still say something else

[Skull] rip the coffee machine from its fixings + do a back handspring off the counter, thatll 100% get his attention [Skull] try screeching like a banshee too. rlly turns a guy on

[Joan] noted. thank you for your wisdom.

[Skull] anytime B)

Across the room, Lockwood was talking animatedly to George, who listened yet continued typing. Lucy checked her watch: half past ten. Thirty minutes until Lockwood was busy again. She was so focused on working out what to do to catch his attention and make an impression that when Holly approached from behind with a soft hey, Lucy practically shot ten feet into the air.

“Hol,” she said, one hand on her chest. She’d almost flung her phone into the glass display case.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten you!” Holly beamed. Her usual cheer could never be dampened by the chaotic mornings on the job. “What’s gotten you so distrac— ah. He seems rather relaxed for someone running late, doesn’t he?”

“Schedule change,” Lucy murmured. “Cancelled meeting.”

“Lucky him. What I wouldn’t give for the morning rush to be cancelled for a day.” Holly nodded to the phone in Lucy’s hand. It buzzed once, as if reminding her it was still there. “Skull boy?”

Lucy nodded. She and Skull had been friends – acquaintances, as he often corrected – for nearly half a year. They’d frequented the same paranormal forums, and after finding themselves in an intense debate over whether ghosts would be able to talk coherently and being berated by mods for spamming the entire place out, had taken it to private messages instead. In six months they still hadn’t settled the dispute, but somehow managed to form something akin to a friendship.

Exchanging personal info was, they had silently agreed, a complete No. From the way he spoke (or rather typed), she guessed he wasn’t far off her age, but besides that only knew him by his skull icon. In turn, he only knew her by her vinyl icon and the choice to go by her middle name online. It was an admittedly dodgy setup – he could be anyone, could be capable of anything – but Lucy had grown accustomed to his sarcastic commentary and brashness, and would be hesitant to let it go.

She’d told Holly about him after being caught texting on the job one too many times.

“Yeah,” she said, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “Being his usual self.”

“No surprise there. But hey, I need your help prepping for the lunch rush. How about you clear Moustache’s table – which, may I point out, is conveniently near the corner – and then come join me in the back. Alright?”

Lucy followed her pointed, neatly manicured finger. Moustache man was gone and Holly was right, his table was close enough to Lockwood’s that clearing it would give her a second shot at conversation. She made a mental note to buy Hol a slice of carrot cake after their shift, and beelined to the table adorned with empty cups and plates.

From here, she could pick up on snatches of their conversation. It all seemed to be business stuff, and it gave her the impression that Lockwood and this George worked together, but their senses of dress were so starkly different that there was no way it was possible. A suit and tie and a graphic tee didn’t belong in the same office.

She stacked the dishes. Wiped the table. Realised she had absolutely no clue what she could talk about. If her hands were free she would have instinctively asked Skull, despite knowing he’d provide a stupid answer.

“Can we help you?” George said over Lockwood’s shoulder.

Lucy blinked.

Shit. She’d been staring again.

She could practically see the taunting messages Skull would send.

“Er,” she said eloquently. “Sorry. Was just wondering if you two needed anything? Cutlery? Sugar?”

Lucy worked hard to not drop the dishes in her hands when Lockwood turned around with a gleaming smile. “Oh, no, thank you. But – do you need any help with that? That all seems quite heavy.”

Moustache man tended to order multiple things requiring multiple plates and a variety of cutlery, and today was no exception. Yes, it was heavy, however no amount of silly infatuation was going to get Lucy to admit it.

She shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you. Could do this in my sleep.”

Lockwood continued to smile. It looked effortless. “Impressive. I’m sure you could take my order asleep, too.”

“Oh, any trained monkey could do that.”

“I ought to start changing my routine, if I’m that known for ordering the same thing every day.”

“It’s like you want me to mess up. No matter what you ask for, I’ll be sliding that Earl Grey and ginger biscuit over to you. It’s just muscle memory.”

“It could be fun to test you,” he said, eyebrows raising. “Up for a challenge?”

“A challenge? Pressing some new buttons and putting slightly different things into a cup? You underestimate me.”

“My apologies—” Here Lockwood squinted and leant forward ever so slightly. It took Lucy a second to realise he was checking her name tag. “—Lucy. I never meant to insult your barista expertise.”

“That’s more like it, Lockwood.”

“Feisty, this one,” George mused from behind his laptop.

“Lucy!” came Holly’s voice from the back. Lucy jolted and only just kept her grip on the plates. Awkwardly, she flashed a smile at the two boys and scurried back to the safety of being behind the counter.

With the dirty dishes deposited in the sink and officially Future Lucy’s problem, she followed the sound of Holly’s voice into the back, but made sure to check her phone along the way.

[Skull] god, hes bloody gone and done you in, hasnt he [Skull] i can see the headlines now: SAD LITTLE BARISTA MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD AT CAFE BY BLOKE WITH FREAKISHLY LONG LEGS AND A SHIT TASTE IN TEA

[Joan] I’m still alive. you’re very dramatic [Joan] I can’t always be on my phone, I surprisingly have things to do at work

[Skull] how dare u prioritise money over me, ur dearest most precious acquaintance [Skull] so he didnt kill u. [Skull] u definitely chickened out

[Joan] as a matter of fact, I didn’t!

[Skull] bullshit

[Joan] had almost a whole conversation, actually. proud?

[Skull] gobsmacked. [Skull] are u sure u didn’t get kidnapped and replaced by a clone with more confidence + better social skills

[Joan] har har. [Joan] talk later. we’re about to get busy again.

[Skull] you can store me in ur pocket all u like but i refuse to be silenced

Lucy turned on silent mode and slid her phone into her back pocket. Skull could wait. She had a lunch rush to prepare for, but the thrill of finally properly talking to Lockwood was enough to keep a smile on her face the whole way through it.

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Could you possibly write hcs for pre-colider Johnathon Ohnn?

Sure thing!

Some of these may apply to post-collider Johnny as well. Sorry if these are a bit generic and out of order, I tried. ;v;

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn Hc's

I think we all can agreed that this man has some level of ADHD.

It shows more when he is submerged in some experiment/project.

He hyperfocus on it, forgetting everything else.

I bet he doesnt eat or drink water and its so confused as at why he has a killing migrane or feeling sick.

Johnny boy is messy.

Just look at the concept art of his appartment, there is a lot of crap everywhere, boards filled with scientific notes and what not.

Bet he also have stuff on his bed that he doesnt bother to clean or organize, just toss it aside when he wants to sleep.

HE TRIES TO BE ORGANIZED THO

Sidenote tho, he knows where he keeps his shit. At least the important ones (almost always related to his work)

He knows how to cook and he is good at it.

He has two sides: One that will cook the most delicious food and the other that will survive out of energy bars and drinks.

The second side is his normal.

I like to think he likes animals, specially dogs.

He wanted to have one but his apartment is too small and he's almost always busy with work to take care of it.

So he settled with a plant.

That he killed not even a week after getting it.

There has been a lot of plants.

Terrible posture.

He strikes me at the time of person that will strech and his back will pop.

Johnny is awkward when talking to other people but he is more bold when he is talking about his work (is the hyperfocus working on his favor that he forgets he's an introvert).

The type of person to try and carry a lot of stuff at once.

He mentions he likes chaitea so I imagine he has a little collection of tea when he wants to relax or drink something that is not coffee or an energy drink.

Has a lot of cups with silly science puns.

It might not look like it but I like to think he takes good care of his hair/beard (when he had them c,:)

They are both soft as fuck.

Has regular tolerance to alcohol BUT does not like bitter drinks.

He likes the pretty coctels.

Yes, he can drink the occasional beer but likes it more when whatever is drinking doesnt burn his throat.

IF he does end drunk, he is bolder and more assertive.

He talks more and without a filter.

By the end of it he gets very touchy and flirty.

[aroacesigma]

do you have any sigzai hcs (or just hcs about sigma or dazai separately)

you're going to regret asking this . headcanons under the cut cause im gonna feel annoying otherwise . most of them are what i headcanon as happening like post canon in a nice world where everyone is alive and happy lol

sigzais <3

ok so to me they are THE transmasc qpps ever . i might be projecting a little but both dazai and sigma are both so transmasc to me. on one hand you have sigma who wears 10 billion shirt layers and a long ass coat and goes on and on about being an ordinary man, and then on the other hand you have dazai who also wears clothes like that and bandages over his chest

hc sigma as oriented aroace with ???? orientation . hes just very confused . theyre so confused . and dazai as bi aroacespec and not particularly averse to any stuff just doesnt feel the attraction most of the time

poor sigma has spent all this time around fyolai like 'god why the fuck are people like this' and then he meets dazai and is like ohhhhhhh. oh .

when sigma joins the ada (and they will u mark my words) him and dazai end up sharing an apartment

at first dazais excited because maybe he wont be living off horrible cooking

unfortunately sigma also cannot cook for shit . he fucking sucks . legitimately the only thing he can cook is cookies in a packet mix .

sigma is unfortunately going through the same phase that kids of controlling parents go through when they finally get freedom, which is making a bunch of stupid decisions . dazai , being the wonderful boyfriend he is, is encouraging all the dumb decisions because he thinks its funny

most of their dates is just going to cafes because sigma has the worlds most horrendous sweet tooth and sigma has no moral objections to guilt tripping him into it

despite being pretty bad at it themself, sigma has a tendency to hit dazai with a pillow until he takes care of himself

vice versa dazai will be a distracting little bitch and wont stop if he thinks sigma is overworking himself

sigma

he/they sigma is so real to me btw just need everyone to know this . they like messing around with neos as well sometimes i think

even though he's pretty much always tired , isnt really a huge fan of coffee , definitely prefers really fancy tea and energy drinks

decided to run with the whole purple thing cause of his hair , abolutely loves the colour. anything he owns is purple if they can get it .

smiles all happy while listening to music in a way that makes you think its something nice . its not . his only musical requirements are loud and screaming to drown out the Anxiety™

not my headcanon but i saw someone say once that they headcanon that occasionally people get an uncanny valley kinda vibe from looking at him cause of his weird origins and honestly i think thats pretty interesting

very happy to join the ada . not quite as impressed by the paycheck .

like , really not impressed by the paycheck . theyre struggling with the dwindling clothes budget . i can totally see him trying to decide whether he wants dinner or new earrings . and probably picking the earrings .

they get along with everyone at the agency really well . a few people dont really trust him straight up but atsushi and dazai vouching for him shuts that down relatively quickly

he gets along the best with atsushi

they have a friendly rivalry with kunikida . agency productivity going straight up just because those two keep trying to outdo each other

dazai

100% has multiple troll accounts online . he enjoys being a menace . not in the mean way , in the absolutely fucking infuriating kind of way

remained in denial (or more oblivious really) about being trans until he was 16 because he asked chuuya if everyone felt like that one time and chuuya was like well yeah (also trans and stupid)

on a related note (this one is kind of about dazai and chuuya but it still counts) mori was kind of like ohhh teenage boys are so much easier to deal with right ? kouyou decided it was best not to inform him that hrt gives you mood swings .

adhd. adhd. adhd.

hes a candy crush mum . its a problem .

eats everyone at the ada's food . but he doesnt eat the whole thing he'll just take a bite . its high up on kunikidas 'things that make me want to string dazai up by his legs and attach him to a ceiling fan' list

has been known to send 12 yr olds graphic violent death threats after losing to them in video games

he has the music taste of a 14 yr old cishet girl . i will let you decide what that entails .

my deepest apologies for making you read all this but i love them both dearly and i have lots of Thoughts

[mediocre-noodle]

THE DALLAS HEADCANONS. which ig are just fun facts:

“coffee or tea?” tea. sweet tea. bc i cant have coffee. gib headache :[ therefore he has to suffer w me

fav color: green probably. tis the color of life.

bites ice cream + popsicles

fav popsicle flavor is red n blue. fav sno cone is tigers blood + blue raspberry + piña colada

yes hes ticklish but he hates it. he laughs but its involuntary amd doesnt mean he likes it. he will start crying. he will kick you, he will bite you, he will shove you—get away from him. he said stop.

dallas LOVES attention. not random attention, like. from friends. like a cat…. exactly like a cat.

affection is iffy. he shows it in a neurodivergent way. he has trouble being around people or being touched soemtimes. he also may feel guilty when people buy him gifts. he loves it sm though. he craves it.

sleep normally 6-10 hrs per night. go to bed very late and wake up in afternoon.

loves celebrating his birthday. however i haven’t given him a canon bday yet. he is a pisces though bc aha i am.

if he ever adopts a pet, its most likely bc he got them from the streets or from a shelter. esp if the shelter was about to euthanize them or there was an old animal no one wanted.

do not ask if he wants alcohol. he is a minor. no he doesnt care that hes TECHNICALLY hundreds of thousands years old. that’s offensive. fuck off. die. (/j)

willing to share earbuds/headphones BUT only w close friends— NOT LENDING!! SHARE-ING!!!! one piece for you and one for him. all is right in the world. (you will listen to his songs. sometimes people have never heard of them bc theyre from years before they were posted)

can he keep a secret? of fucking course. no he totally won’t tell seraphina, pfff—OKAY WELL IT’S NOT LIKE THEY WON’T ALREADY FIND OUT—

know-it-all but not in a I KNOW MORE THAN YOU RAHHHH and “well actually!!”— more of ‘knows so many fucking things and drops facts randomly’

pancakes > waffles. chocolate chip with no syrup or butter.

indecisive. but also decisive. can never chose.

is NOT insecure abt his smile. smiles brightly and w lots of joy. no closed-mouth if hes very happy. no he doesnt care if his teeth may look yellow— bones are supposed to look that way

fucking loves flowers. GIVE THE MAN SOME FLOWRRS.

normally prefers sweet over savory. it differs depending on the day.

loves gardening. HATES dirt under his nails. HATES gloves. the duality of man.

!!!! claustrophobia, fear mazes/labyrinths (or places that seem like ones) (bc of the castle), and then imma project and say storms + tornadoes. not gonna say loud noises bc he isn’t like. irrationally afraid of them. they may trigger him and send him into a panic attack but not a phobia.

worries people bc he doesn’t eat as much as he should. not in an ED way, more as in he only eats if hes bored or craving food. Guides don’t need to eat.

he has a CPR license and does renew it often

list is always growing so wooo!!

HEADCANON TIME!!

i love coffee but tbh dallas is actually real for that. i would do many things for an ice cold sweet tea

green is such a good color

UGH dallas is real for those.. i want kona ice now :/ (have u had kona ice before?)

UGH I HATE TICKLING but im so susceptible… hes just like me fr…..

projecting our sleep schedules onto our original characters i see

happy birthday dallas!! no established birthday means that everyday is his birthday

hhghgh i want to draw dallas with a really old dog now…

LMAOOOO hes a minor at heart… forever…

“dude this songs a banger!! no its not on spotify. yeah it wont be for another 30 years. you should listen to it tho”

he would see a cool bug and name its genus on the spot

he deserves so many good things i want to give him a hug (if he would be ok with it) OUGH

[ask-spookstheimp]

CG Spook/ Big Spook Facts PART 1

Spook is only 5'1! Short boi

Spook is pre-t. Hes transmasc and bi (like me!) And hasnt had top surgery or hrt. He hasnt even cut his hair yet bc his family is in hell with him (they dont live together but the family is still very controlling)

Spook was raised in the sloth ring since its the safest however his parents were born in greed, which is where spooks clown appearance comes from (including his horns and bell tail!)

As a kid spook loved the circus and wanted to be apart of it. He looked up to Fizz and Blitz. As an adult he realized he was too scared to do so. He still loves circus preformances but hes not confident he can become a circus preformer

When he regresses his love for circus theatrics becomes more apparent, hes almost hidden his love away for it

He knows yo-yo tricks! He hasnt done them in a while but if theres a really inconsolable little he will do tricks for them

Spook decided to show hes transmasc he would paint one of his horns in the more common male imp pattern and to paint the other horn with 1 long strip vertically to confuse people to show hes not entirely masculine and possibly transmasc nonbinary

Spook likes to learn a lot both when big and small and likes to tell stories to littles. When hes little he still likes to make up stories but he also loves getting read to

Spook learned about agere when he was 14 but hes always regressed before that

Spook is currently 18 about to be 19

Because of his upbringing in the sloth ring hes always extremely tired and drinking coffee to keep himself alert

Spook has Autism, ADHD, depression, and anxiety

Spook did have an emo phase when he was younger

Spook has jumped from job to job to job and has worked in every ring of hell

The bells on his horns are not naturally occuring and have been superglued on since he was 10 and regressed unsupervised. Now hes stuck with them forever

His star eyes he was born with! It used to be a big source of his embarassment but now hes pretty ok with it

Absolutely hates tea. Only likes coffee. Indifferent to energy drinks

Likes to paint his nails

Is absolutely blind without his glasses, kinda like Velma from scooby doo

Wears snazzy clothes most of the time bc of all the job interviews he needs to go to

But overall his style is pretty versatile, hes even dressed in kidcore before so he likes almost every style and expirements

He most commonly either wears suits, sweaters, hoodies, and button ups

Knows lots of animal facts both from hell and the overworld, even heaven

Looks up to fizzarolli, angel dust, moxxie, and millie, stolas, blitzo, and husk

(If I can even say this-) Currently works at I.M.P. helps restock things like weapons and is also responsible for advertising services

Tries to be a good caregiver, hes still learning

Spook Isnt strict at all with littles, too afraid of being mean to them. Its pretty easy to puppy dog eyes him out of trouble although one of these days he will buckle down and actually enforce rules

Is better with baby and newborn regressors since theyre quieter and will listen to him read and such

Doesnt mind toddler and little kid regressors either theyre just much more complicated for the sleepy boyo

Cant do teen regressors, he just gets too overwhelmed and cannot curb them

Hasnt taken care of pet regressors but is trying to learn how to

Will only sing to newborn and baby regressors, hes actually quite good at it but gets embarrassed about it so he only sings to the babies

Always has a paci and bottle on him at all timrs

Isnt padded when big but still carries around padding for littles

Is a pro dad joke teller

Unhappy stims and happy stims

His horns are actually quite big and go down to the middle of his back

Has shrimp posture lol

Sometimes lets the littles play with his hair but mostly allows them to decorate his nails and put stickers on his face

Also lets littles play with the bells on his horns and tail

Has braces!

Also has bruxism and often clenches and grinds his teeth.

His charachter is inspired by a mix of Fizzarolli, Husk, Stolas and Moxxie and ofc me since im most like all 4 of them

Knows how to change padded littles and can do it quick n easy since he changes himself

Loves bottlesfeeding baby regressors, he thinks its the cutest thing in the world

Gets distracted by squeaky toys

His eyes can dialate and contract like a cat

[drzone]

Also hmmm what was Abel and the other moonlight reverie crew like when they were going through ISA(and what does Isa stand for!!!) I love ur ocs so much it's insane their like friends to me :]

ISA is like a college sort of! Like where ensigns train to intern for starfleet! it stands for Institute of Space Associations! It particularly focuses on communication with and study of Whos Out There! Theres other space-centric places that teach things more related to the running of ships and the mechanical stuff. ISA has classes for that too but definitely is known for the specialty in .. well. Space Associations!!! You can go for however long you need to finish all your assignments & internships, generally about 5-7 years. Space Travel is Serious Business !! Id say its a bit like medical school, or getting a masters degree!

Abel & Manabi went to ISA together :] Manabi has always been a sort of All-or-nothing type of lady so shes very much a hard worker, very focused on her studies and training! and she is doing the equivalent of double majoring, learning interspace relations and engineering! she loves loves loves spaceships. Poor ladys diet consisted of 90% crappy coffee, and she didnt get out much. Abel sort of kept an eye on her! She was busy too, of course, but doesnt let her work consume her quite like manabi does. Abel focused in Broad Medicine, including the study of how to apply current medical knowledge to an unknown species! She is really interested in extraterrestrial biology too hehe. Abel makes sure manabi gets at least some sort of food throughout the week, and manabi helps abel on any mechanical questions. During this time also they dig up a bunch of old VHS tapes of scifi movies, manabi rigs up a device so that they can play them, and they get really into it. Thats why abels cat is named spock!

Shape was their underclassman! It was actually kind of there to Be studied, but took on quite a few internships in his time there, and did take & pass the final test, so he gets an honorary graduation. Abel met Shape in one of her classes where he was explaining Gaseous Cloud Science Stuff, but they didnt become friends at this time! So Abel & Manabi graduated together (yay!) and Shape graduated (technically) a year or so later. The rest of the main crew did not attend ISA! The planet Zee is from is pretty private, but ce went to a similar sort of school and is interning on the Andromeda Grace! Bunny is a stoaway LOL. Babble and Murmur went to a different, less intense, school for botany. And Dawn … Contains the skeleton of somebody who went to ISA, way back in the day. But she is not this person. Sort of? Oh shes a whole can of worms. I love her.

Shape has gotten more confident, in the years between the present and attending ISA, i think! They enjoy floatin around the andromeda grace and just hanging out, and doesnt spend so much of their time teaching people what they Are, anymore! Abel & Manabis dynamic hasnt changed much, except for Abel being busier now and Manabi having a job that makes it Mandatory to take decent care of herself and not spend all day peering over reports and planning treks and the such. They dont get to be around each other as much as they were in the ISA but they find time to hang out! Usually over a shoddy VHS and a cup of joe. Theyre so lesbians. Heart!

THANK YOUUUU I LOVE THEM TOO. just little guys bouncing around my head… I LOUV YOUR OCS TOO they are SO friend to me. we are having a tea party…

[voidselfshipp]

Love comes in all shapes and sizes

Cw: ask to tag. Long post Ig? Ill add a read more soon (im in Mobile and the Read more doesnt work!). Sorry for the inconvenience

-> only mutuals allowed to reblog.

-> WARNING: this story contains a lot of oc things, including magic, so it deviates from the cannon a lot, still,hope you like it!

Summary: Donald is in love with his Co-Worker jerico, unbeknownst to him, jerico also feels things for him, and with the help of Reddington, he tries to court her, and Will soon discover things about her that May not make sense at first glance.

Lovely Taglist: @tex-treasures

A/n: LOOK!!! AT THAT!! SMIIIILE!!!!! **fangirl scream**

--Okay,what is it-- reddington asked leaning in besides jerico.

--No clue what youre talkin' about-- she replied playing with her lockett.

--c'mon, youre giving Mr. Straight white male over there the lovey dovey eyes

--Dont judge me-- jeri said, though it sounded slightly strained.

--not planning on it

--I think hes cute

--Knew it-- the Man said unimpressed.

--Emotionally unavailable men, they are my thing-- the woman replied hiding her face between her hands and screaming.

--Okay, let me help you out-- reddington said patting her back.

--no need to-

--he likes his coffee black, hes always working himself to the bone, you can worm your way into his heart by taking care of him, bring him a coffee tonight

--Red!--jerico exclaimed exhasperatedly-- you know what im not even going to ask-- she stood up from the park bench they were sitting, and Walked away.

--Kiddo?-- The Man called out--

She Turned around-- Yeah?

Then he said something in a language that sounded like nothing but mismatched noises to others, but jerico chuckled, rolled her eyes and Walked away.

--What were you two giggling about?--Elizabeth asked.

--Nothing that matters to the investigation-- she replied-- I think we are done here

--Good, lets go then

Some hours later, when the sun had set and night reached its late hours, jerico quietly Walked with a mug of black coffee to Ressler's Office.

--Come in-- the FBI agent said monotonely.

--Hey Ressler-- jeri said gently, in a quick moment, the Man looks up from his papers-- brought you coffee

--Thank you-- Donald thanked -- its late, you shouldnt be here

--Look whose talkin'-- she bit Back, setting the mug on the desk.

--How did you--

--I saw you make your coffee countless of time-- she lied, she was too distracted looking at him to care or notice his coffee.

But in Ressler's mind it made sense, so he drank from his coffee without much thought-- go rest --He ordered.

--You should go rest too-- jerico commented, crossing her arms.

--got paperwork to do-- and as if he needed to accentuate his point he lifted one of the paper sheets up.

--Thought you didnt like archiving stuff-- she teased raising a brow.

--Not for me, I wouldnt be doing this but orders are orders

She sighed loudly,looking away-- Just get at least six hours of sleep-- her hand patted his back and she offered him a big smile-- good night, Donald

And she Walked away.

Donald swallows hard, and looks away from the door, taking a sip from his coffee, cursing under his breath.

Next Day arrived in matter of hours, reddingon was casually talking with Ressler (one time the later was at the first one's throat)

--Shes not your type-- Raymond commented.

--Dont know what youre talking about-- the FBI agent replied,playing dumb

--Shes not your type-- he repeated-- fun, loves to read and excersice her mind, loves to dance, have a social life

--Im not into jerico

--Yet with few adjectives you recognized her-- Reddington bit back-- if you still want to pursue her,start small, she likes her tea with two sugar and a lemon peel, her favorite types of baked goods are croissants and she has a habit of stressing over details

--What are your Intentions?-- Donald asked turning to face the Man, slightly annoyed.

--Well im part of the people who are tired of your obvious stares at her, do something before intell her myself

--As if she would trust you

--She can tell when people are lying remember?-- Raymond pushed with his tone being more threatening than playfull-- shes not from here

--Where is she from, then?-- The other Man asked.

--She is not from here-- Reddington replied matter-if-factly.

Ressler sighs in exhasperation and walks closer to the evidence board.

That night, jerico was typing away when she hears a gentle knock on the door-- pase!-- (come in)she said cheerfully.

--uh, good evening-- Donald said entering the room with some tea and a paper bag of croissants-- you seem busy

--I am, but what do you-- she looks up from her computer-- oh Ressler you didnt need to-

--You brought me coffee last night, im returning the favor

Jerico giggled, and his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful...

--Thank you-- she replied giving him a warm smile that made him forget his own name.

--N-no problem-- he stuttered Back-- uh-uhm have a good night, do-dont...dont stay up late, get back home at a reasonable hour..

--You too!--She said back, though Donald had sped out of the room while trying to not so subtly cover his face.

The Next day, jerico is walking with reddington through a park, supposedly to talk about their Next target, but really they are catching up.

--Did he like the coffee?--He asked.

--Yeah, yeah he did-- she replied looking at the birds resting on the tree branches.

--You seem distracted today--Raymond pointed out.

--Im homesick thats all-- jerico admitted.

--Well, i know your people are known to not like being away from family for a long time-- raymond said, patting her back.

--Yeah, i miss my mom's sun buns a lot, actually, I think I also miss how calm Terr-- she makes a pause-- my home is, never ending fields, beaches in every extreme of the continent, I mean you've been there

--Yes, your home is quite beautiful-- Raymond agreed-- how are your parents?

--Ozóz (mom) is alright, a lot of work in her hands, and she has four of 'em-- both shared a laugh) Kazkáz (dad) is okay actually, hes betting over what Soccer team is going to win Next match

--And who do you think Will win?-- Reddington asked.

--The sun lions for sure, they've been training for weeks,Aajab is going to be so dissapointed, Him and dad always make bets over it

--And agent Ressler?

Jeri made a pause, her cheeks warming up-- Well...,Hes alright, looks very stressed, and I really dont know how to talk with him

Reddington started thinking, looking at the woman besides him-- Well, im sure you'll figure it out..

She only pressed her head against his shoulder, and sighed loudly-- I dont have the best of luck with...getting partners y'know? Its been very hard lately

--Im sure its been hard-- Raymond agreed putting his arm around her shoulder-- whatever your brain has been saying, its not true

--Thanks Ray...

--Of course, kiddo

Between all the work on the New case, countless hours of probably not payed overtime, and a lot, a lot, of paperwork,Reddington and Jerico didnt have time to talk to eachother.

Now, she sat on her Office, face against her desk, her body felt sore from running around like a headless chicken, her head felt like she was going to explode.

--You dont look good-- Ressler said, entering her Office with a stack of paperwork.

--yeah no shit Sherlock-- jeri looks up-- oh no, no more paperwork

The Man chuckled, Setting the paperwork on a spare chair-- you should clock out, I already did, maybe...-- he cleared his throat trying to ignore the creeping warmth on his cheeks-- maybe you should come with

--I dont wanna bother--

--its not a bother if its you, c'mon-- Donald didnt think much about what he said, but he didnt complain when jerico followed him out of their workspace.

--Need a ride? Heard your car broke down-- the Man said opening the passenger's Seat.

--Look at you, being a gentleman-- jeri teased, entering the car.

--I try my best..-- he closed the door and quickly Walked towards the driver's Seat-- I know a café we can stop by, then I can drop you off at your house?

--Yeah, I could use something warm to drink-- she admitted, looking out the Window.

Now, Donald didnt want to get distracted while Driving,so he tried his best to look at the road.

--Mind if I turn on the radio?--She asked.

--Not at all..

Soon soft music invaded the car, and as he stopped for a red light, his eyes dart towards his companion.

Jerico looked peacefull, he could see the dark bags under her eyes, when did she let her hair down? It made her face look softer, she lets out a yawn, and makes herself comfortable in the Seat.

Then, the song changed.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek"

Her eyes lit up as she recognized the song, and she smiled, she looked so beautiful when she smiled.

Donald had to swallow hard and force himself to look at the road.

But then, she started singing.

--Yes, heaven, I'm in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek-- Her voice, so nice to the ear, right on the timing of the song and all.

And then, he found himself drumming his hands against the steering wheel to the rythm of the song.

--Actually, why dont you stay at my place?-- Jeri asks-- its late, its getting cold, and its safer

--Are-- are you sure? I do-dont want to bother..

--Its never a bother if its you...--She replied, and he had to grip the wheel to try and calm himself down, his heart was beating hard against his chest.

--Alright, thank you..

--Of course!

Once they arrived at her home, he parked on the empty parking spot inside of her yard and Walked inside.

Her livingroom was cozy, he could see a set of stairs that Led to the second floor, the kitchen was some feet away from him,instead of a door there was an arch way, and one of the Windows in the kitchen showed the back yard.

--Make yourself comfortable-- jerico commented-- coffee or tea?

--Coffee, black, do you uh...have anything to eat?--He asked taking off his coat and hanging it on the coathanger.

--Yep, anything in particular?

--Not really, just hungry-- He admitted.

--Okay, be right back then-- she took off her own dark green coat and threw it on the sofa's Back rest, walking towards the kitchen

Now alone, Donald looked around, the walls were a warm shade of beige, there were hanging plants, paintings of nature, and photos.

What caught his attention was a photo on the coffee table, he sat on the brown sofá and grabbed the picture frame.

There he could see a black woman with a big afro, round glasses and a white dress with flowers, holding up a teenager, short brown hair, eyes closed while smiling, she was wearing a yellow shirt, a light blue shorts and sandals.

Besides them was a Man, Tawny colored skin, Brown eyes and black hair thrown back into a ponytail, the sides of his head shaved, he had freckles and was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts.

He Turned the picture frame around and saw an inscription "Mamá y Papá".

" is she adopted?" He asked himself, settling the picture on the table.

Soon jeri came by with two cups.

--thank you-- he said as he grabbed the cup with coffee.

--Of course-- she sat down besides him.

He looked at the picture frame and then back at her-- Those are your parents?

--Yep, they are-- jerico said with nostalgia on her voice, grabbing the picture-- shes Eryz-- she pointed at the woman-- thats my mom, and hes Ray, My dad -- she looked at him and snorted-- we look nothing alike, I know

--Well, you do look happy-- Donald complimented.

--Yeah, that was my fifteenth birthday, it was very fun, my Friends and I had so much fun..., Man I miss my parents

--Where are they now?-- He asked drinking from his coffee.

--Back home, but I havent had the chance to spend time with them -- Jeri replied

--Hopefully youll get some soon

--Yeah, hopefully

And then silence fell between both of them, he looks at the picture on her hands.

"Shes not from here" Reddington had said.

"What does he meant by that?" He asks himself. He knew jeri was slightly odd, she barely got hurt during altercations, she always knew when someone was lying, and always seemed to know everybodies intentions.

One time he swore he could see flower buds blooming on her head when she felt strong emotions.

He had to ask, she looked human, but he also didnt want to loose her. He just couldnt, he was in love with her.

Since the first time he saw her, their first mission togheter.

Hes been pinning for her for years, And reddington was right, she didnt look like his type.

But she was so fun to be around, shes sunshine incarnate, she was always walking around helping people, comforting them, she was a great woman.

But he didnt know if he was worthy of her, how could he? He was her opposite.

She pulled him like a magnet, and he couldnt get enough.

--Don? Everything okay? --Jerico asked snapping him out of his trance.

--uh- uhm yeah, i zoned out-- Donald replied looking away.

--Hmm-- she mused, not really convinced.

Theres an awkward silence,neither of them look at eachother.

--Remember when we were undercover at a party, and you were wearing that beautiful golden dress?-- He asked, not caring if he was being obvious-- we had to dance...

--Yeah, I remember-- Jeri replied, trying to fight back the smile that was tugging at her lips, she had danced with her face on his chest, shes never felt more safe-- you were wearing that suit that looked great on you

Donald chuckled, his face turning pink-- that night was fun, we even catched the bad guy

--heh, we did, that was a good night

There was a short silence, Donald looked at the gramophone that was sitting besides the bed-- that thing works?

--The gramophone? Yeah, its a family heriloom, why?

--I never finished learning how to slowdance, and we have nothing better to do

--Dont you have to go to work tomorrow?-- She asked.

--Well, its pouring outside-- he pointed out the Window. How didnt she notice it was raining-- cant go to my car with this rain, can I?

She chuckled and nodded-- I only have old jazz songs

--itll do

Soon she grabbed the vynil on the gramophone, and music started playing.

--Will you Grant me this dance?-- Donald asked with a smirk, offering his hand.

--Of course-- She took his hand and both started to slow dance.

They moved slowly back and forth through the room, both never taking their eyes off of eachother.

Donald spun jerico around and the smile she gave him was enough to make him decide that tonight was the night he was going to tell her.

He Gently pulled her closer, their slow dance now only consisted in barely moving, her face was against his chest, and jeri felt like she could spend the rest of her life like that, the smell of his cologne soothing her.

Ressler lifted jericos face up by the chin,-- Theres something I've wanted to tell you... for a while now...--He took a deep breath-- I.. I have feelings for you..-- he braced for the worst, but it never came.

He felt her caress his cheek, and saw her warm smile-- I have feelings for you too...

Donald chuckled happily, pressing his forehead against hers-- Permission to kiss you?

--Permission granted, Agent -- she answered playfully.

He kissed her, and his body felt lighter, he pulled her closer by the waist,and her hands gripped his dress shirt, to then slowly wrap her arms around his waist.

As they parted lips, their eyes Open to look at eachother-- Stay the night?

--Of course..

She rested her head on his chest and both stayed in silence, the rain hitting against the Windows making the house feel cozy.

They dont know at what time they went to sleep, and they didnt care.

Donald hugged jerico from behind, laying in bed, protectively wrapping his arms around her.

His face buried in her hair, it smelled like green Apple shampoo.

Donald had finally told jeri how he felt, he was incredibly happy that she felt the same, and he vowed to Keep her safe.

The Next day, as they worked on the evidence board, Raymond came behind them and say-- congratulations

Both jumped back and looked at him-- What?!

His eyes looked down at how both were holding hands, And gave them a smug smile.

Donald told him to fuck off and he left them alone

Jeri pressed her face on his bicep and started laughing under her breath.

--Its not funny-- Ressler said with his cheeks flushing red.

--I think it is-- Jeri replied kissing his bicep.

--'s not...

At some point during the day, jericó went outside to take a breather, shes looking at the Sky, appreciating that there werent Many clouds, when a voice snapped her out of her trance.

--You should thank your cousin for the rain last night -- Reddington said, standing besides her.

--Xyxy always knows what shes doing

--She is the writer of destiny isnt she? And the goddess of the Sky and weather

--Yeah she is, a powerfull combo if you think about it

The Man besides her chuckles and leans on the handrail she was leaning on-- Will you tell him? Who you are, what you are?

--hes going to find out sooner or later -- Jeri said.

--You dont sound too enthusuastic about it

--Its just...-- what if he starts treating me differently? I dont want him to idolize me!

--Hes not going to, he knows you, and your past wont change that-- Raymond assured her patting her back.

--I hope youre right, if not I think ill cry for weeks

--I am right, and you wont need to cry for weeks, he loves you either way-- he hugged her tightly, and she could only hug back, body relaxing--Funny I share your dads name..

--Maybe he sent you to take care of me

--Maybe, if not its going to be a big coincidence

--Coincidences arent a thing where im from

--Hmm, I guess youre right...they arent , but I think ill know if I ever spoke to the literal god of war

--Ex god of war, thank you, and ex god of Providence-- She corrected.

--Well I think I'd know if I ever spoke to the ex god of war and Providence

She snorts-- ill head back inside

He nodded and let her go.

Some months passed by, and things only went uphill for Jerico and Donald.

But something kept tugging at her, he deserved to know.

So, she took him to a museum, the only museum that had Real relics of her home.

--This is called a wall of legacy-- jerico said-- it tells the story of the family tree of ancient gods

--The plaque reads Terran Gods, Terran? Never heard of them before

-- Some things are best kept hidden-- Jeri added, a bit too sure--At any rate, this is the main family of gods, the Von Terra, hence "Terran gods", that is Elementus Von Terra, creator of the world, that is Karuma Von Terra, god of war and providence -- she pointed at a Man, that had freckles that formed a constelation, and Ressler noticed he looked like his father in law.

--You share a last name with a family of old gods? -- he teased.

--Apparently yeah-- she said mildly nervously-- Thats Elementus' daughter, Valkiria Von Terra, Warrior goddess, Fire elemental, and that one-- she pointed at the drawing of a woman, short hair with dragon hirns growing from her forehead, heart shaped face and the fading paint in her eyes made it look like they were green-- and that is Draco Von Terra, goddes of hunting, earth elemental and its said she could controll a rare type if magic, a mix of all kinds of magic, Some even say its the very life force of this world. Anima magic, Anima means soul, so soul magic

--You sound so sure about it-- Donald pointed out-- whose draco's mother?

--Eryz, Goddess of life and mothers-- She almost sounded...sheepish?

--your mother shares Names with a goddess? --He made a pause-- why do you sound so sure about this?

He didnt notice how people around them left, or how the cameras in the museum looked away from them.

She looked away unsure of what to say.

--look, im going to be blunt. once, Reddington told me you "werent from here" and didnt want to specify where you are from exactly-- he said-- and then I started to remember weird things that ive seen you do, you always leave almost unscathed of any altercations, you always know when someone is lying, and I swear, and dont think im crazy, I swear Ive seen Rose buds Bloom on your hair when I make you blush

--I dont think youre crazy-- Jeri assured-- you are right, of all your suspicions about me, and Reddington is right, im not from here.., Von Terra means "of earth", or "of terra", as weird as it sounds, thats my family on the wall of legacy, and draco is what im supposed to look like

Donald stares at her, making sure she isnt lying, she would lie about something like this. Right?.

--Prove it -- he simply says.

She snorts, and extends her hands, a Rose Blooms from it, and puts it behind his ear--Gev zom or homon Keimon Komi lom wevlom zalhem

--What does that mean?-- He asked.

--i love you, my Sun, im sorry I didnt tell you sooner

He looks at her hands and then at her,-- after everything ive seen on the job, this is a nice change of pace-- he smiled-- im dating a goddess,then?

--Half, I was reborn as a human because I wanted to live like one, that picture you saw the night you confessed was this life's sweet fifteen, I was re born in an Argentine family, hence why I look so different from my parents, though I have to say I looked exactly the same in my past life, gods can shape shift, so our human looks arent exactly the same every day

--And you cant shape shift?-- he never thought he would be asking that. But then again, hes working with a famous criminal, so he has done weirder things.

Jerico shook her head-- Since I was born human, I cant use shapeshifting magic, but I dont want to, im happy with the way I look

--And your...original form?

--I can still transform into what im supposed to look like-- she pointed at the relic besides them-- but it takes a lot of work

He nodded and looked at the floor, still trying to wrap his head around this New Information-- regardless of who or what you are, I still love you, and you should know that-- He looked at her and hugged her-- it only makes you much more special, and it only makes me even more lucky to be with you

Jeri chuckles and hugs back tightly-- thank you..

--Ill always love you-- he said loud enough for only her to hear-- thank you for trusting me with this, now, should I give you an offering in the shape of inviting you lunch, my goddess?

--Shut up Donald!-- jeri pushed him playfully while hiding her face in her hands, roses blooming from her hair.

He laughed loudly, hugging her again, one hand Gently plucking the roses out of her hair-- you dont feel this?

--I dont-- she assured Him.

He tries his best to make a flower crown and Gently places it on her head-- jokes aside, let me treat you to lunch yeah?

She nodded-- Thank you, baby

--Of course-- Donald took her hand-- c'mon love

They walk out of the museum towards a nice place to eat lunch, And though Donald was a long way from understanding who or what his lover was, he Will make sure to understand as much as he could, he loved her regardless.

Ressler kissed jerico Gently while they waited for the cars to let them cross the street, just so she knew he meant what he said.

For Him, she still was the love of his life, his little Ray of sunshine, nothing would change that.

[whats-wild-to-you]

hi i feel bad for asking bc u said u have other requests, so u can do this when u’re free. jay and u started dating not long ago and u say ily first, (and he does also) but he doesnt say it and just smiles. and then few days continue gg by and u keep saying ‘love me’ and one day he says i do and u go :o and then he says it and 👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻 i love to imagine this kind of things to torture myself but thankusomuch for writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Please don’t feel bad 😞🫶 I usually try to reply to requests quickly just because I don’t like to keep you lovely people waiting 😅

I agree. This is torture 😩🥹😍 gosh I almost teared up writing this 🥺

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You came down with a cold, called in sick at work and stayed home all day. Since you knew Jay would be working till late you decided to text him later even though you were feeling like crap and couldn’t even make tea for yourself.

You fell asleep curled up on the couch and woke up hours later, your phone illuminating the dark room.

Dukhwa, Jay’s manager, texted you, asking you if you would drop by later. Usually you visited Jay often whenever he had schedules. Since it hadn’t been long since you started dating, you constantly longed to be by his side.

I’m sick.

Your quick response read. You only realized what you had done afterwards. Surely word would travel back to Jay. You didn’t want him to worry about you. And you certainly didn’t want him ditching work for you.

Soon after you drifted back to sleep. After a while you heard rustling and Jay knelt down in front of the couch.

“Are you sleeping?” He whispered close to your ear.

Instead of answering, you pulled the covers over your head so Jay wouldn’t catch whatever germs you had.

“I’m fine.” Came out in a muffled tone.

“You don’t look fine. I’ll make you some tea.”

He disappeared in the kitchen, pots and pans clanking, until he emerged again, carrying a tray to you.

He managed to make soup, egg soufflé and tea all by himself and looked extremely proud when he sat the tray down on the coffee table.

You sat down on the floor, leaning your back against the couch. Tears welled up in your eyes, thinking that Jay must be exhausted as well but still made you dinner.

“I love you!” You blurted out on impulse, feeling emotional. Jay’s cheeks blushed and he smiled while handing you a spoon.

“Eat up while it’s still hot!”

The next day your fever had gone down and you questioned if your confession last night had been a fever dream.

“Did I say ‘I love you’ last night?”

“You did.” He confirmed, kissing your forehead, simultaneously checking if your fever was really gone. “I’ll be gone til 6pm today, so I’ll be home in time to make dinner.”

He avoided your glare and quickly left. Later that night when you laid on the couch, Jay pouted, realizing you wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed.

“I don’t want to pass on my sickness to you.”

“Okay. Good night.” Jay said.

“Night, babe. I love you.” You mumbled and Jay froze for a moment. “What about you? Do you love me?” You inquired further.

“Huh? What? I didn’t catch that.” He replied, displaying a wide grin. You decided to let him off the hook and laughed at his attempt to act coyly.

The next morning you felt a lot better and so you decided to surprise Jay with breakfast. He had been so caring of you the past couple days, you needed to pay him back.

“Looks amazing!” Jay commented, grabbing his chopsticks and digging in.

“Jay?”

“Huh?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course.”

“Then say it!”

“Say what?”

“Say that you love me!”

He swallowed his food and put his chopsticks down. “I love you.”

“What?” You almost chocked on your food. You were just teasing Jay, and didn’t think he’d say it back. At least not this soon.

“I love you. I’m in love with you!”

“Really?” You asked teary-eyed. He nodded, smiling. At least it looked like he was smiling. You really couldn’t see much as your vision was blurry.

“Again!” You demanded, wiping the tears off your face.

“I love you!” He said, walking over to you, kissing you, before he pulled you down on his lap and fed you the rest of your breakfast.

[snowblossomreads]

Me constantly thinking about how cute and domestic Severus would be with his S/O after leaving Hogwarts😩🥺 (because there was no way he was gonna stay after suffering for years there)

Like living in a little brick cottage 🏠that had a cute chimney and flowers covering the wall (S/O's idea not his but it made them happy and he is soff for them) far far away from Hogwarts and of course having a little green house for him to work in and somewhere to do potions work or any research he wanted to do🥺

Waking up in the mornings to find his S/O just buried into him or sometimes waking up to find them cradling him protectively 🥲🥲

He had to hide his tears that morning because it just made him feel safe when he realized that he was truly free to live

And also all the rest he would be getting because no dunderheads blowing shit up, no Voldy Moldy and Dumbledore giving him wack tasks, and no Harry Potter who he still for the life of him can't believe didn't get murdered his first year after all the shit that happened 😒

He also finds out he snores when he is in a deep sleep bc his S/O tells him when he has waken up in the middle of the day warm, and confused about where he is at for a second

"Why didnt you wake me up it's bloody 1 in the afternoon" 😤 "Bc you were sleeping so well darling and looked peaceful you deserve some rest 🥺"

And he is like your right how dare I get angry at you for this and showers them in kisses

And dont forget his S/O who he just adores and they dote on him everyday 🥺🥰

Like "Sev I got you some tea I know you've been trying to slow down on the coffee" or "Sev I saw you were running out of fertilizer so I made you some more from what ingredients you had left"

And then 🥺 they alternate between cooking for each other but one day S/O is like" i know it's your day but I found this recipe you might like i really wanted to make it for you I hope you don't mind "👉👈

Of course he doesnt mind he'll eat that shit up no apologies are necessary like you're doting on him and caring for him it's everything he wants and needs

And and and he gets cuddles and kisses every day, (and don't forget the numerous blowjobs throughout the week bc S/O is thirsty for him😘🥴) and he doesnt have to hide his love for his S/O because Voldy is gone and they are safe🥺😭😭🥺

Also also he becomes super soft especially for S/O so whenever S/O has to go away for work or like if they are a professor and are gone often during the school year he gets a little sad 😞 he doesnt admit it though

But it's okay !! Because S/O constantly sends him owls and Floo him a lot and they make sure to visit him in the middle of the week and the weekends if they can bc they also miss him 🥺 and want cuddles

Sometimes he even rents a room at one of the Inns in Hogsmeade village for a week (he isnt stepping foot in that school again unless some sort of catastrophe happens and still he would have to think on it) and S/O comes to stay with him and teases him a little

"Can't resist me can you Severus?"

Spoilers he cant he loves the mess out of his S/O and they love him just as much

He's like 😤 but they are like 🤭😊🥰 and then he is like 😒 bc he is still a grumpy man at heart but on the inside he is really like🫣🥰🥰

And then he proposes to them the next morning bc he doesn't want anyone else but them and now they are both crying bc how did they land such a wonderful partner

Ill stop now im making myself cry, i want to cuddle this man and make him happy bc he deserves it😭

[youcanseethecosmos]

HI. hi. Actor's AU questions for creative purposes only i swear

- any random headcanons

- dreams childhood?? y is he Like That

- who falls first / who falls hardest

- does destiny just Not give a fuck. Like is bro just watching all his siblings get caught up in drama and is like 'damn that's crazy'

- THE FAMILY DINMER THAT HOB GOES TO PLEASE IM BEGGING

1. random headcanon: dream has tried a total of one (1) sweet coffee drink and it was because he was curious what hob's monstrously colorful concoctions tasted like. hob to this day doesnt actually know if he liked it or not. dream actually did. but he'll take that secret to the Grave.

2. dream was actually a really enthusiastic kid who was curious about everything ! his frequent playmates were death and desire (shocking i know). i said before that the siblings used to do their own """original""" plays in the backyard for their parents whenever they had the time (ala March Family from Little Women). so the endless kids had some fun together in between hectic filming scheds and their parents flying them everywhere for events.

as for Why is he like the way he is Now (aka sad wet cat with permanent pout on his face and eyes hiding trauma he's repressed)... let's just say his little falling out with desire may or may not have something to do with it.

3. who falls first and who falls harder is not who you think it is ;)

4. damn that's crazy akfbwkcje yeah that's him alright. listen. Destiny is in his early forties by the time Dream meets Hob. he's spent most of his life helping raise his siblings and the other 10% being an actor. let the man write in his lil diary and drink tea by the balcony in peace.

but also i dont think he Doesn't care. he does. deeply. but he doesn't wanna be the overprotective big brother or helicopter parent. he's there if his siblings need advice but ALL (sans death and delirium probably) are PRIDEFUL and rarely ask for help. he cant say he doesn't try. he has a little cottage in the countryside tho for when any of them want to escape the craziness of the industry. everyone has a key. dream uses it the most.

5. my dear friend i cannot give anything about it without it being a Major spoiler 💅 but as a consolation, i'll give you something equally important to the story that mirrors real life:

the Midsummer Night's Dream press junket has given Lucienne a constant headache

ask me more about my aus!

[vanillachaiii]

what drinks i think the jjk characters would get from a boba cafe

i've been obsessed with jujutsu kaisen as of recently and its been my hyperfixation for the last few weeks (months????) but im here now and my head is full of thoughts. take this as yall want; cafe au??? coffee au??? fucking love those. i love those people that come into the cafe and order a nice drink and read a book or do their work in complete silence and picturesque perfection like,,,how?? you're my favorite kind of customer. also this is really just my opinion as a boba barista so don't point your guns at me and say im a pos for having an opinion during closing okay? thanks, anyways lets get into this; might be a bit ooc but i honestly don't care (also if anyone wants to build on these hc's please do i would love to talk about them with anyone and everyone)

also i wrote this at an ungodly hour please don't blame me for anything

itadori yuuji

being that he is literally a man child i would rightfully go to the bubble teas immediately

he gives off strong strawberry bubble tea vibes

i feel like he would be in so much awe of the fact that someone can eat and drink in a single cup

i mean in his wiki it literally says hes not a picky eater

he would ask whats at the bottom of the picture

"are the balls soft???"

he keeps asking questions that sound so wrong nobara eventually smacked him on the head

it almost gave the barista to laugh clear their throat quickly before asking if they wanted anything else

i think the sweetness of the milk tea and the sweetness of the pearls mix well and would fit snug into his taste

he would have stars behind his eyes at the first sip

he absolutely tips and tells the barista that he'll come back

and he does come back

a shit load of times

The drink is just a bonus later b/c they get to see the cute barista working so hard

kugisaki nobara

fruity.

thats all i really have to say

i dont know about you but she is just the fruitiest girl i have ever seen

she has the vibe of like citrus-y fruits but is so sweet

i dont know if sweet is really the right word but its still in her soul

kugisaki would order a watermelon fruit tea with jelly

in her wiki it says that she likes watermelon

she is a sweet fruit kinda gal and i love that for her so much!!!

i feel like it would have taken a while to know what she wanted in her drink; maybe she even mapped out what it might even taste like

but as soon as she saw the watermelon she was dead set on getting it

i just added the jelly bc i feel like she would like the pop of flavor

again like itadori, she is in awe at the barista's skills

praises them (i.e: YOU) for how delicious the drink is

tips a heavy amount

only goes to your cafe bc its

1) the only one she likes

2) the only one that gets her order right

3) it doesnt taste the same anywhere else

4) because you're there

honestly she loves her drink, along with you, of course <3

fushiguro megumi

at first i feel like he wouldnt order

like anything at all

in his wiki it literally says his least favorite foods are sweets

FUCK megumi cmon man

but surely enough with obvious peer pressure from nobara, yuuji and of course gojo himself he orders a pretty plain but easy drink to make

he seems like the type of person to just go for something like plain as shit

i would probably wince at his drink but be thankful that he's ordering such an easy ass drink but who am i to speak i just like working where i work

megumi would order a jasmine tea with a lemon wedge

on some occasions iced, but sometimes hot

mostly depending on the season or what time he comes in

unlike itadori and kugisaki

when you see him take the first sip his eyes widen lightly

from the corner of your eyes you see him observe the drink and then at the menu

you dont know what he's doing and you think you might have upset him with the drink

you didnt

you really really didn't

he's just trying to memorize the drink he got in order to come back and get the same thing

and see you again

gojo satoru

good god

he would be a customer that would be so funny to have on slow shifts

but absolutely repulsive to have during rush hours

he comes in with his rowdy kids students and pays for all of them

what a good man!

or so you thought

a horrible thought, really

cause as you're making his drink he's nothing but an absolute menace

again, i will shift to the wiki: he likes sweet things

he also DID get that kikufuku sweet while people were literlally dying props to him all the way

even though he may a little goofy, he's still nice and respectful to you!!

i see him as another person getting a bubble tea

balls in his mouf

but satoru would get a brown sugar bubble milk tea

I KNOW IT SEEMS SO BASIC BUT

HEAR ME OUT

the sweetness amounts to his insane sweet tooth

the sweetness of the brown sugar mixes well with the already sweetened milk tea along with the chewy pearls at the bottom

literal STARS explode behind his eyes

he was the same expression, but more intense than that of his own students, when he takes the first sip

the audible slap over his mouth is heard by you and you wonder what happened

yeah he loved the drink, and you

safe to say, him and the first years came to visit you when you were in way (or not) for a late night drink

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i was gonna do nanami, getou, yuuta, inumaki, and some others but im lazy and i want to go bed; if you want more pester me and send me hcs in my inbox thanks i love yall <3

[safetycar-restart]

hiiii 🥰 past d/s seb ask #3 coming through! (watch me get to a minor fall, a major lift in a span of one night)

got a short one though

i touched a bit on how much seb would want to give back when he actually realises he is in good hands, so much you actually have to hold him back a little lest he hurt himself trying too hard? yeah i think theres a little more there.

so i'm still thinking about how for seb accepting that someone wants to care for him is a bit of a learning curve. i was also thinking about how much he would adore you for allowing him to rest and recharge, as well as taking the responsibility from him and just letting him trust himself into your care and not think.

(small tangent: i was also thinking re: exhaustion and him being even more tired (though also definitely more happy) after sessions, maybe you actually reach out to his trainer so you could properly coordinate when he puts in some exercise and when he gets to unwind and turn to jelly. he'd be absolutely blown away when he accidentally finds out)

so the point is, he wants to please you so. badly. and of course you praise him for following instructions and being good for you, but it doesn't feel like enough to him, especially since your scenes are ultimately focused on taking care of him, making him feel good. he really, really wants to make you feel good, too.

you wouldn't let him, though, for quite some time, mostly because you want him to get used to the idea that he is enough as he is, that he deserves to be loved and taken care of unconditionally, not in exchange for anything.

but also a little bit because with all that anticipation built up he would be absolutely ecstatic when you finally let him eat you out.

- Lemon 🍋

Okay so yes I am answering part 3 before part 2 because I read this and have been OBSESSED ever since this is so good and so I must answer it right now or else I'll go insane.

So I very much went on a very specific tangent about seb's service sub tendencies so that's literally this ask is cause I said SO much about that that I couldn't say anything more because it's already very long.

I think that at his core, Sebastian is a little bit of a service sub? Like yes he wants to be taken care of, but there's nothing that makes him feel better than when he can be your good boy and help you with something.

However, this service sub side of him got stamped out with the old Ferrari Dom, because nothing was ever good enough for them. Seb tried at first, he tried so hard. He learnt how they like their coffee, what their favourite flowers were, what chocolates they like, etc. He did everything he could to be able to serve the dom.

But no matter what he did, the Dom was never happy with him.

So he just... he stopped trying? He stopped trying to serve, because what was the point if he wasn't going to be able to do it right?

It takes him a while to try and do those types of things with him, though he wants to from very early on.

I'm thinking of a moment during aftercare after his second scene with you, he's sitting on the bed, just watching you and you put on the kettle. Immediately he wants to offer to make you some tea or coffee, so that you can sit down and relax while he does it because you've done so much for him.

Except he doesnt do it.

Right as he's about to ask, he thinks about how his old Dom always sneered as his attempts to serve and so he doesnt ask, because he's too scared you might do the same thing. You were the best Dom he had ever had, and he just... he didn't want to open himself up like that only to discover that you were the same as the other one.

Once he gets more comfortable with you, the desire to serve in that way gets bigger and bigger. He manages to keep it at bay by doing smaller things, always requesting a pastry from the chef when it's on the menu because he knows you like it but can't always get it if you don't have lunch in time, always folding and hanging up your jacket when you leave it on the chair, etc.

But he just... he really wants to serve you properly, and it's such a big need that it becomes very obvious to you.

And you can't let him for a long time, because you know he needs a genuinely long time of just being taken care of.

But it actually gets more and more difficult for him to accept you taking care of him as he gets more comfortable with you? Because as he gets better, he starts to want to look after you more and more.