#he'd still wear his glasses obv

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: How the Papas treat you during your time of the month ♡

!nsfw undertones, afab body parts mentioned (obv)

Primo / Papa Emeritus I

• Knows when it starts and when it ends, he keeps a very close eye on those types of things. He even reminds you when it's coming up

• Has the most experience with this type or situation from the rest of his brothers because of his age.

• VERY Understanding

• Always there when you need to cry. Will try his best not to get on your bad side or tease you that often

• Constantly reassures you about your emotions.

• "My love, it's okay to be upset about (insert sort of dumb reason to be upset)"

• Washes your clothes when you accidentally get blood on them, you are NOT doing any physical labor on his watch.

• Will run you a nice bath with rose petals picked from the ministry garden.

• Will also read you your favorite book while you're in said bath.

• Gentle touches on your arms as he looks you in the eye to distract you from cramps.

• Spoils you rotten with kisses and whatever else you desire~

• Offers to give you other means of relieving pains. Wink wink

Secondo / Papa Emeritus II

• Is also very experienced with this

• Wanna talk about spoiled rotten? THIS MAN WILL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT ON THE SPOT

• Use his body as a heating pad, especially his hands.

• The master at giving lower body massages to help soothe your pain.

• Kisses kisses kisses. He plants them everywhere when he senses that you need him.

• Will drop everything he's doing just to be with you for the day if you request.

• As the biggest and physically strongest papa, he will not hesitate to carry you anywhere if it gets that bad.

• Whispers romantic poetry in your ear while you take recovery naps.

• Also doesn't want you doing too much work, he'll send a Ghoul to watch after you whilst you do your daily tasks when he's busy.

Terzo / Papa Emeritus III

• Prepares your bed. Propped up and fluffed pillows, your favorite texture of blankets folded right there for you. Unless, you'd like to spend the night with him ;)

• The least experienced out of all the Papas. His experience with lovers have been great in quantity but low in quality as they're all usually 1 night stands or short flings. Until...he met you.

• Of course he knows what a period is, but he struggles at first with not knowing what to do for you.

• Gets the hang of it very quickly tho

• Flowers and more flowers. Surprises you with a new bouquet everyday of the cycle.

• Wants to make you laugh and smile as much as possible, so expect a bunch of corny jokes.

• Is that a frown he sees?

• "What's the difference between a glass of wine and an erection" "I dunno?" "You're not giving me a glass of wine right now" "PAPA-"

• Is gentle as possible with you, doesn't want to overdo the affection. Because let's be honest, on a normal day he'd be sneaking you passionate kisses every few minutes

• Expect your favorite dinner every night for the next few days, he's pretty good at cooking.

Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

• Even if you feel gross and ugly, you are still currently the sexiest thing ever to him. And he will definitely remind you of that.

• Does research on what to do, makes special plans for the both of you.

• Please, he also needs reassurance that you're okay. Otherwise he's going to be sweating his paint off worrying about you.

• Also a corny joke teller, they're more like dad jokes though.

• Gets food delivered for you. Unlike his brothers, he's a threat to the kitchen and not allowed anywhere near it.

• "Um...aha.... what size" gulp "what size- pu..ssy, do you wear?"

• Honestly he wants to know about what it's like experiencing it. So he always asks questions and is willing to learn more.

• Accidentally calls you his little ketchup packet, it made you laugh so hard that he thought you stopped breathing.

• Kisses and snuggles into your lower abdomen, he reallyyyy likes it when you're a little bloated because it provides extra cushion

• Literally melts when he sees you in your pajamas, cuddled up to a heating pad, and eating whatever.

Psst heyyy, thanks for reading my first post <3 ❤️

[argisthebulwark]

"Would You Kill For Me?"

summary: asking your partner the most intimate question of all - would he kill for you? gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Cicero, Teldryn, Vilkas, Miraak, Brynjolf, Erandur, Farkas, Mercer warnings: obv allusions to violence, nothing explicit. alcohol.

"I already have."

Cicero giggles, slapping a gloved hand on your shoulder. "Of course I've killed for you! Silly Listener, asking your poor, beloved Cicero such a question." Rationally, you know any other person would be upset - but it's endearing. You know deep in your heart that Cicero would slice through anyone who even looks at you wrong without a second thought. "Would you kill for your Keeper?" He asks coyly, sliding closer. It's too difficult to resist his charm. You find yourself grinning, remembering the many threats of bodily harm you've inflicted upon any initiate who breathes a negative word about your beloved. "Any day, my love."

"Why? You offering to return the favor?" Teldryn smirks before taking a drink from his mug. The tip of his boot knocks into yours under the table, earning a nice flush in your cheeks. You've clearly had too much to drink but Teldryn looked so pretty in the low tavern lighting, the alcohol loosening your tongue enough to voice all those silly little questions you've had floating around. "You have?" You urge, leaning so far over the table you're practically laying on it. Teldryn grins, bowing toward you and his voice conspiratorially low when he speaks again. "Of course - why do you think all that chatter about you being an untrustworthy outlander stopped so quickly?" "I thought my good deeds were enough to earn their trust." You pout, thinking back on the sudden shift in opinion. "Oh yes, yes - that too, but a few well placed jabs never hurt."

"I'd die for you."

"Isn't that better? To die for you?" Vilkas laments, lips stained red from his third glass of wine. The question had hardly been in your mind before it slipped out - late nights toasting to the Companions often left you tipsy. "I'd rather you lived for me." You hiccup, leaning closer to him. Those dark eyes still track every little move you make despite the intoxication. "A happy, long live if I have any say in the matter." He lapses into silence but you know his mind is still chewing on that question. Swirling the wine in his glass Vilkas reclines into his seat, staring earnestly into the low burning fire. "Vilkas, it was just a silly question." Those eyes cut straight through you, blinking away whatever retort he'd come up with before simply placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"I would die in your stead." Miraak's hands cup your face, each word soaked in adoration. "I've died in your arms once, my Dragon. I would gladly do it once more." You will never truly grow accustomed to this version of him - stripped of the malice he'd lived with for so long, he's become devoted to you. Too many pupils gaze lovingly into your eyes, the crooked bridge of his nose bumping yours. You've never known a love like his and doubt that many ever will - he's had lifetimes to yearn, to want something more and hone a vocabulary that often leaves you a flustered mess. "You're far too serious." He grins at those words, the ones you've said dozens of times. "I would tear the world to shreds for you, my love. I would tear myself to shreds."

"I cant."

Brynjolf's words carry a silent apology - of course you knew his answer but watching him squirm can be fun. "I'm sorry, love - I know it isn't the romantic answer but I don't think I could bring myself to do somethin' like that. Not after -" "Bryn." Grasping his face, your heart still skips a beat when those green eyes find yours. "I know that blade you wear is simply decorative, I would never ask you to draw it." "It is not merely decorative, it serves other purposes." "Such as?" "It's fairly useful for intimidation. And breaking windows." He huffs, pressing a kiss to your palm. He pauses for a moment, eyes falling closed and nose nuzzled into your hand. "Truth be told, I like to say that I wouldn't - hell, I tell myself I won't take a life every day, but after Mercer takin' you away from me, I'm not so sure."

"I swore against such actions, my love." Erandur murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Lady Mara may have forgiven my past transgressions but I took an oath to bring no further harm to her people." "Of course, dearest." You smile, a bit entertained by how easy it is to get him talking. Erandur's fingers play across yours, rings bumping into your knuckles. "Would you kill for me?" You're a bit shocked by his question, even further surprised by the little hint of hope buried in his words. "Without second thought." It's the easiest answer in the world. Of course you would kill for Erandur - you would fight through hordes of enemies to ensure his safety. "I can only pray that your Lady's forgiving attitude extends to me."

"Of course."

Brows raised, Farkas assesses you across the training yard. He sucks in a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow before heaving the giant practice sword over one shoulder. "Any day." He says easily, a quick kiss pressed to your brow. No matter how long you're together this sight still seems too good to be true - muscles glistening in the midday sun, his hair tied back and an easy smile on his face. "Why, you need someone killed?" "Not at the moment." "If one of those recruits gets too mouthy, you come find me." He grins before turning his attention back to a battered training dummy. You notice after that question that his sword strikes just a bit harder, hammering that point home.

"No." Mercer lies, kicking his feet atop the desk. You mirror his position - boots on the desk and arms crossed, though the scowl is hard to mimic. He's perfected it. "Yes you would." You counter, fighting back a laugh when he rolls his eyes. That little divot appears between his brows - it's cute. You'd tell him but fear being assigned some awful job across the continent. "Why bother asking?" He grumbles, shoving a stack of paperwork toward you. "If you insist on hanging around asking inane questions, least you could do is make yourself useful." "I'd kill for you." "Lovely." He mutters, though you note a bit of color rising in his cheeks when he turns to some parchment he'd pointedly ignored all evening. It's too easy to get under his skin.

[misscongeniality18]

If im being annoying sorry i just have a lot of ideas…but i have a request for peter sutherland x reader and the fake dating trope with like a ridiculous amount of mutual pining (obv leads to them actually dating)

No problem at all, my darling! I want to write but have no ideas, so it's perfect!

Anything Could Happen - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! You and Peter are on an assignment together, but in order to get into a secure venue, you must go undercover as a couple. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Fake dating, fluff, some angst Warnings ! Reader and Peter are both agents/spies, mutual pining, kissing, idk I probably missed something Word Count - 1228

" But now I've seen it through And now I know the truth That anything could happen Anything could happen " -Anything Could Happen, Ellie Goulding

Masterlist Request Guide

It was strange, the way you'd gotten used to seeing Peter wear a suit every day. But when it came to wearing a tux, it was as if Peter rocked your world.

For months the two of you had been preparing for this night. You both had alternate online personalities and credentials in order to gain access to the multi-billion-dollar company that had been discovered to be corrupt. Now all you needed was concrete proof, and that would be acquired by you and Peter at the gala for shareholders tonight.

It was a black-tie event, so naturally, you'd thought Peter would dress as if he were going to work. You felt your heart jump when you saw him in the tuxedo. Since you'd been working closely with Peter lately, your schoolgirl crush had turned into something bigger.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter felt the same. The team had set up headquarters in a different room of the five-star hotel where the gala took place, so when you walked in wearing a sparkling full-length black gown, he couldn't breathe. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You'd both hidden your guns in your outfits, yours attached to a garter that was easily accessible through a thigh-high slit in your gown. You envied Peter for having his hidden in his jacket.

Peter led you into the hotel's ballroom, your arm linked with his.

Tonight, you weren't FBI agents anymore. You were a newlywed couple who'd decided to buy shares in the corrupt company.

And God, did Peter look fantastic. But it wasn’t just his looks. Yes, he was incredibly handsome, but Peter was also sweet and protective and loyal. He would put others before himself without a second thought, and you deeply admired him for that.

You watched him as he scanned the room, inching closer to you whenever someone would get too close. When his arm wasn’t connected to yours, Peter’s hand was a constant presence on your lower back, ready to jump in if something suddenly went wrong.

A server with a tray of champagne passed, and you grabbed two glasses. Peter gave you a disapproving look.

"What? We're supposed to be blending in." You shrugged, taking the glass and bringing it to your lips.

Peter raised a brow. "We're also working."

Peter glanced down at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He still couldn't get over how gorgeous you looked.

When you met his gaze, your rosy lips still on the edge of your glass, you furrowed your brows. "What?"

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything. How stunning and magnificent you were, how every time he saw you the room would light up with your smile, how he wanted to do nothing but hold you close to him and—

“Over there. Two o’clock.”

Peter moved his gaze over to where your eyes were focused on. The heads of the company were gathered together, papers clutched in their hands. They were walking out of a side door to a smaller meeting room across the hall.

You knew that those papers had lists of investors and plans for the so-called “company” to buy entire city blocks and use them for dealing illegal drugs.

“Let’s go,” you insisted, starting towards the door.

Peter placed a hand on your elbow, stopping your steps. “Hold on. You know we can’t just barge in there, guns blazing. We need a plan.”

Your eyes lit up, and you grinned. “I’ve got one.”

Inside of the clutch you carried was a small recording device. Very discreetly, you and Peter went into the neighboring meeting room of the one your targets went into. At the bottom of the wall was a vent, and Peter managed to unscrew it for you to place the recorder inside.

Once you’d gotten what you’d needed, you had to get out of there quickly. In the hallway, the two of you were halted in your escape by the door opening. Quickly, without thinking, you grabbed Peter by the front of his shirt and yanked him to you, kissing him thoroughly and deeply. He froze, hands gripping your waist.

“Kiss me,” you whispered so the targets couldn’t hear. “And make it look real.”

Peter understood, eyes going dark and glazed over, and he crashed his mouth to yours again. He tasted cool and fresh, almost minty with a hint of champagne. So he did have some earlier.

While your hands were creeping up to play with the hair at the nape of Peter’s neck, Peter trailed his fingers down your waist to the skirt of your dress as he pressed you up against the wall, all the while the targets caught sight of the pair of you. One of them started towards you, hands reaching for something on his belt.

Peter’s lips trailed down your neck, and with your eyes half-closed, you watched the targets coming towards you. This time, you could clearly see the pistol in his hands. “Get my gun,” you whispered hurriedly, opening your legs for him since your hands were occupied with pressing the panic button on the inside pocket of Peter’s jacket, letting the team know that you were in danger.

Peter reached through the slit of your dress, trailing his fingers up your thigh until he took your gun from its holster. He whipped around just as the rest of the team came running to your aid.

Once the party had been shut down and the arrests had been made, you and Peter walked through the hotel lobby together. Your feet had begun to ache from wearing heels all night, so you held them in one hand, your bare feet against the plush carpet.

“You did good tonight,” you said, not meeting Peter’s eyes. “You know, with my sudden plan of distraction.”

You saw Peter grin out of the corner of your eye. “It made sense, once I knew what you were doing. I’m sure there were a lot of other couples who went to find places to hook up.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed. “I said to make it look real, and you did. Maybe you were an actor in another life.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, wasn’t acting.”

“What?” You started at the words, freezing in place in front of the front doors of the hotel.

“It was real for me,” Peter said, turning to face you. “I’d been dreaming about kissing you for a while. It’s totally okay if you didn’t feel the same way, I just thought you should know.”

You smiled softly at him, rising on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear. “It was real for me, too.”

You lowered back to stand on flat feet, suddenly shy. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you chuckled. “I’m not excited about putting these shoes back on in order to get to the car, but—”

A squeal left your lips as Peter scooped you into his arms. On the way to the car, Peter asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Well, the party ended early, and dinner was never served, so yes.”

Peter opened the door for you and set you in the passenger seat. “How do burgers sound? I know this great diner a few minutes away.”

You grinned at him. “That sound amazing.”

“Great. It’s a date then.”

[essektheylyss]

okay, okay, but: Vandran/Avantika (like, after It All), "An enmity so intense that it felt romantic, so mutual it felt like love."

ran to write this so fast oh my god, have some FUCKT power dynamics (so like, cw for that, obvs)

The glass is pressed into his hand in a haze of cigar smoke, and then it clears, and his flight or fight response kicks in faster than she can take a sip of her own liquor, sitting in a fine leather chair, a very nice treasure from a prize when times had been good, in quarters that no longer belong to him.

He flings the glass at the specter haunting him, and the drops of amber in the air shine in the candlelight and the smoke, too bright, catching his attention even as the glass passes through her—no, more like it winked out of existence the moment before it hit.

Her pretty brow furrows, just a hint, and she brushes her blouse like he'd splashed her, no worse for wear.

"What a greeting, for such a love."

His breathing settles again as he takes stock. Good thing he threw the glass, really; it'd probably have taken a lot longer to recognize this for what it is otherwise.

Just an illusion.

"A love that tried to have me gutted, last I saw her," he grumbles, and he doesn't flinch when she is suddenly behind him instead, pressing another glass into his trembling fingers with one hand, the other playing at the loose neck of his shirt, brushing down the hair of his chest.

He closes his eyes, waiting for the familiar lips—on his ear, on his neck, on the point of his pulse—but instead her voice murmurs, "We could still have everything."

The present tense isn't lost on him, but her breath brushing the cavity of his ear is the only thing that makes him twitch. He's near sure of it.

"Think we're at a bit of an impasse," he remarks plainly, as if this is an interrogation, and takes a sip of the second glass.

And what else could it be, really, besides an interrogation. She always was one to take this route first—if he can call this first, after the butchering he'd almost gotten at her behest. A test of loyalty, she'd called it.

He knows exactly what her loyalty's worth. A knife in the back.

Well, the one she'd given him had been in the belly, but the particulars didn't much matter at that point.

She still hasn't moved, her hand lingering at his chest, though she pushes no further. He should be relieved, really. It is a relief.

But at the same time, gods damnit, if she's going to play pretend, then she ought to make it fucking good.

"We are having a drink, are we not?" she asks, and suddenly she is across from him again, her smile sharp over the rim of her glass. He's familiar with sharks.

"I suppose we are," he says. The boundaries of the dream are hazy, and he closes his eyes again to imagine perhaps it's only intoxication and the smoldering cigar in the ashtray between them. He inhales slowly, trying to see if her perfume might come through, past the tobacco and brine.

It doesn't.

He thinks to call her a coward, but he's the one running. It's only fair that even in the ways she can still find him, she's leaving him unsatisfied.

"Is that all, then?" she asks, when he takes another sip. "That is all you have to say for yourself?"

"You're the one that dragged me here," he says, and gulps down the liquor. It doesn't burn as much as he'd like it to. "And you're also the one who tried to feed me to the sea, last we met. So if you set out looking for an apology when you started this, you should've been damn sure you were prepared to finish it."

She scoffs. He'd been hoping that might goad her into something interesting, but she only slouches further in her chair, both hands resting heavy over the arms.

He wonders if she's going to keep him here until the spell runs down, just out of spite. It wouldn't surprise him in the least.

"You gave me to the sea long before I laid a finger on you," she murmurs. Her eyes bore holes into the boundary of the dream beyond his head. Her whiskey seems all but forgotten. "And now you've left me in it, so we shall see what you've wrought."

He tosses back his drink to finish it, and when he lowers the glass again, it's still full. Gods-damned dream logic. She's really just laying it on thick out of spite at this point.

"Like I said," he says, and raises the glass to her. "An impasse."

And he takes another sip.

—

When she shakes off the spell, lying in the crow's nest where no one else might stumble across their dreaming captain, the chill of the air before the dawn grips her like the jagged teeth of a serpent. With the blue haze of the morning and the surface of the sea glassy in every direction, there is no horizon, only an endless bowl the color of lovers' eyes.

She can feel them on her still, even though she's dismissed him from her sight.

For weeks she trances the moment weariness grips her with something of an obsession, to make sure exhaustion won't take her.

[ask-polyniigo-official-archive]

heyoo @nothirstonmain again. im so normal abt polyniigo /lying (all of this is ooc obv). Inspired by @/ask-ruikasa-official btw. Also everyone's prns including mod's in bio

Tags I'll use;;

#kana composes ✩ - in-character as Kanade #mafu muses ✩ - in-character as Mafuyu #ena articulates ✩ - in-character as Ena #mizu sillies ✩ - in-character as Mizuki #sonder says ✩ - out of character #comissioned ✩ - og posts #cover ✩ - reblog #questions ✩ - asks

Lore & hcs & allat below cut

Kanade Yoisaki ✩ Pangender, Polyamorous, Omniromantic, Aegosexual. ✩ Albino; hence the white hair and stuff. ✩ Autistic. Learned how to socialize a bit better through Animal Jam. ✩ Special interest is Music. ✩ Prefers cats over dogs. Has one fluffy white cat named Cereal. ✩ Legally blind (not just due to the albinism), wears contacts. ✩ Invested in blue light glasses. ✩ Does little doodles in her sparetime. ✩ Loves cuddling with the rest of N25 on weekends. ✩ Current age: 27

Mafuyu Kamishiro ✩ Transmasc Demiboy, Ambiamorous, Pansexual. ✩ Works part-time at an aquarium. ✩ Naturally had tanner skin, but got a lot paler from staying inside all the time. ✩ The best cook in the house. ✩ Can't sleep without background noise. ✩ Autistic. I'm not explaining myself. Special interest is learning. ✩ Plays Roblox with Mizuki when bored. Does not understand it. ✩ Constantly a bit sleepy. ✩ Able to lift Kanade, Ena, and Mizuki (SEPERATELY) because of him still doing archery in his freetime. ✩ Brothers with Rui. Adopted during highschool. ✩ Current age: 28

Ena Shinonome ✩ Transfem Agender, Polyamorous, Bisexual. ✩ Has some kind of cluster-b disorder, though not diagnosed. ✩ Loves dogs. Unfortunately, also allergic to dogs. ✩ Owns a binder for when he feels masc. Brings it everywhere. ✩ Usually just wears shorts and a t-shirt unless she wants to look cute for a photo. ✩ Heavy makeup 24/7. ✩ Used to have really bad acne because he'd forget to take her makeup off. ✩ Really picky eater. ✩ Used to be a huge bookworm but grew out of it. ✩ Smells like coffee all the time. ✩ Freelance artist, decently well-known. ✩ Current age: 28

Mizuki Akiyama ✩ Genderfluid, Polyamorous, Pansexual. ✩ Still a big Minori fan. ✩ ADHD, keeps dolphin-hopping between hyperfixations. ✩ "Your mom" jokes just for Ena. Refuses to use them on Kanade or Mafuyu. ✩ Lots of My Melody merch. ✩ Dated Rui for a few months in middleschool. ✩ Loves anything vanilla-flavored. ✩ Sends cursed selfies of herself to the groupchat a lot. ✩ Sometimes explores abandoned buildings with Mafuyu and Rui. ✩ Current age: 26

Nightcord at 25:00 (as a whole) ✩ Still exists, everyone does it professionally now. ✩ Very famous in different emo internet subcultures. ✩ All fiancés. ✩ Live in an apartment together, sleep in one giant bed. ✩ Apartment came with two bedrooms so the second one is Ena's art room.

[dershloop]

Kai headcanons bc i have covid nd dont have energy to write the next chapter of my fic

- he needs glasses but doesnt wear them. hes short sighted so cannot see at is like iM nOt a nErD

- he loves those rly like. early 2000s cringy emo bands. like he knows the entirety of Dear Maria, Count Me In and Check Yes Juliet.

- ive defo already said this on here nd if u were here when i was first saying it ur an og but HE HAS FRECKLES!!! in the early seasons he'd cover them up bc he was still not completely comfy w the others but by like s7 he'd stop nd just let em show

- he has adhd which is basically canon but his main special interest is dinosaurs nd u cant convince me other wise

-he adores just rambling abt dinosaurs. cole asks him questions abt dinosaurs purely to hear him rant nd ramble abt them for hours

- his fave dinosaur fact is that they evolved into chickens

-bc of this he eats a lot of dino nuggets bc he finds the irony of them rly rly funny

-anyway he isn't actually all that talkative he quite enjoys just listening to his friends talk

-or boyfriends bc polyninja is basically canon

- but yeah he has stuff he likes doing w all of the others

- w cole he just likes watching movies and trying new foods!

- so like walking around the city nd trying the streetfoods but also going to cole's favourite shops and stalls

- i think kai would be a big fruit tea enjoyer so like mango fruit tea w passionfruit pearls

- he'd be very open to trying other flavours tho depending on who he's with

- oh wait yeah stuff he'd do with the others with Zane he'd read! Kai probably wouldn't enjoy reading himself but he'd like curling up with Zane nd like reading along with him and then talking about the book with zane

-w zane he'd also like playing music!

- zane can play basically any instrument nd i think kai would have a really nice singing voice so zane would just play piano or guitar nd then kai would just. sing

-with jay, obvs video games but also he'd prolly watch him tinker a lot

- like kai doesn't completely understand tech the way jay nd nya do but he'd just go into the like hideout part of the monastery nd watch them work on stuff nd ask them questions abt what they're doing

- w lloyd i think he'd just enjoy hanging out w him

-doing like very brotherly things together u know

- he'd take him to the mall a lot nd like spoil him rotten

- like they'd go to the comic book shops, clothing places, everywhere

- bc kai knows what it like to have ur childhood ripped away from u w his parents going missing

- so he wants to give lloyd some of those memories back that he never got the chance to have

- w pixal he just liked teasing her nd annoying her

- they have a very sibling like relationship i think

-pixal has all the braincells nd kai has none

- he watches her just tinkering tho too! bc a lot of the time shes with jay nd nya working on stuff

[fedzkun]

Okay I'm gonna do it dammit because I watched Squid Game on the day it launched and it won't leave me and also I don't know if I'll write this later because MCD obvs but I might

<Spoilers AHOY!!! TW: Violence>

BNHA SQUID GAME AU Headcanons

-First of all, it's a Quirk AU. Also, the canon students are all adults now. Sue me, it's still gonna be a commentary on a superpowered society and a critique on Quirk hierarchy.

-Izuku, predictably, is Quirkless. He doesn't get OFA, never gets into UA. He does finish college with flying colors, but doesn't get into any hero-ing jobs, or any good-paying jobs at all. Unlike the MC of Squid Game, he's not a gambling addict and is actually trying to make the most of his janitorial job that he ends up in. However, he is still driven to become a Pro Hero by any means possible. Thus, he looks into buying support items. Gets scammed. Around the same time, his mother Inko got sick because of overworking, leading to them becoming deeply in debt.

-Over the years, Izuku had sold his rare All Might merch to pay for his college tuition fee. It was an investment with a high risk, high reward that never paid off.

-With her canon backstory, Uraraka is perfect for getting into the Squid Game. She doesn't get into UA because not enough rescue points. Her parents' construction business utterly failed and no one would hire them. Their poor lifestyle got even poorer and Uraraka is forced to become a pickpocket. Ends up pickpocketing Izuku's meager salary that was supposed to be for his mother.

-Bakugou is like the Squid Game's MC's childhood friend character, of course. Got into U.A. Gets continually praised for getting in and becoming a Pro. But, god, he sucks at PR. He may have pissed off a few too many people at the same time, both heroes and villains alike, which led to them teaming up and taking him out (while making it look like an accident.) Basically, he has the attitude of Deok-su (being the strongest and showing it off), and the history of Sang-woo. The difference is that he does end up being loyal to the group that he ends up with, rather than just backstabbing them when it suits him.

-The Front Man of the game...is Dabi. Which leads to Shouto Todoroki being the Pro Hero who tracks down where his missing brother is. Shouto is Top 5 in Hero Rankings, and one of the few from the canon 1-A to actually make it as a Pro, alongside Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Bakugou.

-Shinsou, my beloved, is in the game. He'd tried so hard to not become a Villain but ended up becoming one--his worst nightmare--simply because no one would hire him and he had no one to support his dream.

-Okay, Don't hate me, but a lot of the canon Pro Heroes are in the Squid Game including canon U.A. Faculty like...Aizawa Shouta. I find it interesting to possibly explore the potential of these older teachers competing in a life-death situation with their students??? Like, come on:

Marble Game. Aizawa vs. Shinsou. Yeah. It's hella fucked up and I'm not even hiding it but that's what we're signing up for.

-It's worse because Aizawa would be the first one in Shinsou's life to say "He would've supported him," and Shinsou is hyperventilating because the hero he idolized is saying what he'd been wanting to hear all his life!!!!

-Some games are different, some are the same. Marble Game and Glass Bridge Game and Squid Game stay.

-Player Number 001 is...

...All For One. I was tempted to make it All Might, but AFO really fits the role. He's blind and potatoed here, and acts like he's been shunned by society for having a "villainous" quirk. (Said quirk that he uses for villainous purposes anyway.) Turns out, he's the most 'quirk-rich' out of all of them, and simply gets a kick out of manipulating people.

-Yagi Toshinori is the winner of a previous Squid Game. All Might was absent in these few days of participation. I lied...for this is the first and only time that AFO did not play as Player Number 001. He kidnapped Yagi as revenge for his lost eyesight. Also, Yagi was wearing these Quirk-suppression bindings the entire time he played. Why could he not take the Squid Game down, knowing of its existence? The Hero Commission is also behind the Game.

-Izuku PLAYS SMART. Like actively strategizing here. AFO is also like, sticking with him through this. Obeying Izuku's plans and all.

Too bad, really...

Izuku chose the 1st vest in the Glass Bridge Game.

...Not because it's the only one left either. In fact, he's the first one who picked. Curse his bleeding heart, he picked so the others would have a higher chance of surviving. He managed halfway before falling through the glass.

(He survives. Because AFO slipped him a regeneration quirk and arranged for Izuku to be smuggled away in a coffin and into AFO's Vault.)

-Hatsume Mei is in the game and takes up the role of "overselling" her abilities had she ever been given the right equipment. But since there is little to none opportunities, she ends up not being able to actually show off her gadgeteer prowess much. If she's able to bring any small gadget with her, it was quickly destroyed within one or two games. She's not desired as a team member mainly because her quirk Zoom is just generally "useless".

-Tsuyu Asui is in the Squid Game and ends up befriending Uraraka Ochako.

-Mineta keeps trying to sell his skills to any girls by saying how good he is in bed, then when that inevitably fails he approaches Bakugou to try and join his team. Which fails as well. His quirk becomes so useful during Tug-o-war though. Gets to the second-to-the-last game because he's scum and good at using his scumminess to survive.

-Shigaraki Tomura is a participant as well, along with Spinner, Toga, Twice, Magne, and Compress. Originally set-up to look like the Main antagonists because they do actively murder people. But is shown to be sympathetic to those who they view to be outcasts like them. So they mainly target people with Heroic quirks and who hypocritically think they're better than the Villain scum they've ended up with.

-Other notable students in the game: Yoarashi Inasa, Shindou Yo (very first one who gets killed for stealing 9th place in 2020 Popularity Poll, no offense to Yo fans), Kirishima, Hagakure, Mina, Kaminari, Aoyama, Shouji, Tokoyami, Ojiro, Sato, Koda, Sero.

-Chisaki Kai is the Main Antagonist. Oh, and he's brought the entire Shie Hassaikai with him into the Squid Game to try and brute force it. They need money dammit! Also, he discards his own people like trash like Deok-su does when they cease to be useful to him.

[zillyeh]

🗣️ Voss and Medjug too. For funsies.

actually nevermind storm season part 4 now I forgot i wrote this. i post things in a good and correct order all the time. (this is before the one i just posted, obvs lol)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 1037

Content warning: NSFW mentions (not in depth or w/e, vulgar insults you know.), smoking

Synopsis: Medjug comes to apologize to Voss at work for springing that part 3 proposition on him so suddenly. Alone. (Gone wrong)

Google doc (with all parts in order)

Voss stood in the back alley behind the Gilded Palace, cigarette in hand. He sighed, wishing he could just leave. It was nights like this he fantasized about Miles dropping in to pick him up. Kissing him on the cheek. Telling him he'd never have to work again a day in his life…

"Mr. Horjan?" Called a voice further down the alley, rudely snapping him out of his 15 minute fantasy. He blinked into the alley darkness, squinting until Medjug was more visible.

"I, ah, hoped you would be out here." He said, as if hunting Voss down at his job wasn't very creepy. He smoothed down his jacket and tie.

"Fuck you want, detective Albath? I'm on borrowed time." Voss flicked ash in his direction, making his little freckled nose wrinkle.

"I wanted to apologize for, er, the behavior of myself and my colleague last week. It wasn't our intention to-"

"Are you really this dense or do you got an ulterior motive?" Voss asked impatiently. Of all the things he needed tonight…

Medjug flushed, pulling at his fingers.

"I- I was hoping you would reconsider…" He said nervously. Voss sighed, shooting him a glare.

"What, Dosie send you out here to wear me down, or are does he just have you wrapped around his bulge that tight?"

Medjug turned a brighter teal than Voss had ever seen a man turn, pushing his glasses up his nose as an excuse to hide his face.

"I- resent the very idea that I would ever-" He sputtered, unable to look Voss in the eyes. "Our relationship is purely professional."

"Uh huh."

"Uh huh." Medjug huffed.

"You thought about it though." Voss said, truly shooting in the dark but he did not want to hear his rat recruitment speech. To his surprise, Medjug sighed.

"Any… physicality between us was… I don't have to explain myself to you. Whats it to you, anyway?"

"Cause he seems to have grown a second me in a fucking tube while I was gone but forgot to put the personality in." Voss said, unsure whether or not he was hurt that Dosiro had slept with his smaller, more annoying clone. Was there some satisfaction that he truly couldn’t get over him? Sure. Was there something deeply infuriating about him going for someone like Medjug based on looks alone?

Voss clenched and unclenched his fist, snubbing out his cigarette on the brick behind him. He would be tempted to light another one if he didn’t have to get back inside soon.

Medjug said nothing, instead fumbling in his pocket for something. He produced his stupid little business card once again, stepping closer.

“Please. Just. I want you to at least have this.” He said, trying to seem less flustered than he was. He practically forced Voss’ hand closed around it. To Voss’ surprise, Medjug’s fingers were more calloused than the prissy lotion-smooth that he’d been expecting. The man was still a cop, he supposed. Voss begrudgingly looked it over- navy blue, teal and straight, steel accents- and shoved it in his waistcoat pocket.

“Your vulgarity and… history with detective Hemoni mean very little to me in the grand scheme of things.” He said, seemingly calmer but still blue on his cheeks. “I am asking you as a professional and an adult to consider the position you’re in. The safety of Delhon City is, and always has been, my main concern. I’m sure… this doesn’t pay as many bills as you’d like it to.”

He looked with some… disdain? pity? to Voschi’s server uniform. Voss scoffed, taking a step towards the door back inside.

“Oh fuck off. Don’t come here trying to bribe me into rat tattling for you. I’m working on other ways to pay my bills, thanks.” Miles liked him. He liked him, right? At least enough to give him this. Take him on “dates.” Voss was damn near certain that once his skull was less egg-fragile Miles would come to him with whatever it is he wanted from him. Voss would be more than willing to give that to him, whatever it may be.

“You are making a huge mistake.” Medjug huffed, “But fine. I’ll just have to tell Dos-”

“He doesn’t care about you, you know.” Voss interrupted, one hand on the door handle.

“I’m sorry?” Medjug seemed genuinely taken aback by that one.

“Dosie. Don’t think he’s capable of it. He loves you when you can do something for him. You don’t exist otherwise, unless he’s trying to keep you thinking about him.”

“D-don’t project your poor relationship with him on to me.” Medjug said hotly. “I’m… not you.”

“Aren’t you?” Voss asked. “I was his whatever he wanted me to be for sweeps. How many times did he mention me to you before he knew my transfer ship was coming back, detective? Did he miss me?” Medjug chewed the inside of his lip, shrinking back a bit. That felt like a slap across the mouth.

“Thought so.” Voss said bitterly. “Even if this is for the city, I can’t bring myself to do anything for him. Never again. I don’t care if that makes me a piece of shit.”

Medjug pursed his lips, trying to absorb that sentiment quickly, before Voss decided to just go back inside.

“... What if it was for me?”

Voss laughed his first real laugh in a while, throwing his head back in a way that nearly made his vision go dark. He gripped the door handle more, swaying even when he’d recovered.

“God you sound just like him. I don’t know you, and I don’t think I like you, kid.” Voss said, feeling some genuine amusement at how bold he was. “Doesn’t matter if Mr. Aarika is your pet project or his, my answer is no. I have to get back to work now.”

“Worth a shot. Medjug sighed. He glanced back down the alley, then straightened his posture. “Fine, fine. I see my time is wasted then. And yours. Apologies. Enjoy the rest of your shift.”

“Right.” Voss muttered, as he turned to walk back to the street. “Hey detective! One word of advice?”

“What?”

“Don’t sleep with Dosiro. It’s bad for your health.”

[rambleonwithrosie]

Hello my lovely thirst babies! (It's what I call my followers)

For all of you new followers hi! Welcome! Enjoy the music and stay for the cute dish that is Queen's drummer.

All you previous 200 followers know that when I hit a milestone of 50 I always do a 50 questions type thing.

This one is gonna be all Queen!

(Also thank you everybody for sending a post from 0 to 500 notes in roughly one day!)

Opinion on Freddie Mercury calling himself "Mr. Farenheit"? It's adorable and almost like a little play on words with his birth name of Farrokh

Early 80's porn star Freddie or late 80's suburban dad Freddie look? Well I guess dad Fred because I'm not a stache person and the less facial hair and the shorter the better!

Stone Cold Crazy or I'm Going Slightly Mad? Tough choice but I'm Going Slightly Mad is the one I heard first and it's one of my favorites off of Innuendo. Sheer Heart Attack would be a great album even without Stone Cold Crazy

If Freddie asked you to house sit for him would you do it? Unless the cats are somewhere else no. I'm allergic and prejudiced against cats.

Satanic Prawn Onesie from It's A Hard Life music video or Disco Ball Red Devil Romper stage costume? Anything is better than the 800 eyed abomination

Get Down Make Love or Body Language? Get Down Make Love because at least musically it has some quality even if lyrically it's utter garbage (well if you chop off the first part it's not the worst)

Freddie in I Want to Break Free video or in Radio Ga Ga? Radio Ga Ga outfits always win. Plus other than the blouse I personally wouldn't wear anything Fred has on in I Want to Break Free

Opinion of Delilah? I think even if I actually liked cats I'd still cringe at it. As it is I definitely do not enjoy it

Bohemian Rhapsody or Bicycle Race? Oooh see Bicycle Race was my fav as a kid but BoRhap is legendary... I guess Bicycle Race because nostalgia and Star Wars!

Favorite 70s Freddie outfit?

Fat Bottomed Girls or Tear It Up? Ooh. Tear It Up. It's so delightfully naughty and grinds so hard. It's my dirty jam

Brian song you would really go all-out air-guitaring to? Tie Your Mother Down

Sail Away Sweet Sister or 39? I love the nerdiness of 39. But Sail Away Sweet Sister speaks to me and the main character of the novel I'm writing a lot. So gotta be SASS

"Hammer to Fall" or "Headlong"? Hammer to Fall probably. It's such a power jam. Not that Headlong isn't. It's also less dirty and it's on one of the best Queen albums ever

Favourite Brian solo? Oooh. Probably Tie Your Mother Down (I honestly can't recall if it has a solo. I just know it slams really hard and I live for that intro)

Briana in "I Want to Break Free" or Death in "It's a Hard Life"? Aghh. I love sassy Brianna but death is the only remotely sane looking one in Its A Hard Life

Favourite Brian solo song? I don't know a lot so Driven By You I guess

If you could spend a weekend with Brian, what would you do? Take nature hikes and talk about music and C S Lewis works and play with hedgehogs if at all possible

Would you rather stargaze with Brian or study in a science library with Brian? Stargaze for sure. I love it anyways and then he'd know all this brainy stuff that might put me to sleep but would still be fascinating

Favourite photo of Brian? I want his shawl thingy. Glam bastard.

Is Deaky one thicc bih in your opinion? He is certainly the thickest member of Queen. Have you guy's seen his apple bottomed ass of perfection?

If you could redo John's hair for Radio Ga Ga how would you do it? Maybe spiky with gel or something. Anything to reduce the electrocuted squirrel look

Describe John Deacon using 5 foods? Celery. Tall and kind of forgotten but essential. Onions because he's so savage at times he could make you cry. Hazelnuts because his hair and he's earthy and complex. Cheese because you are what you eat. And cherries but the tart pie kind not the sweet ones.

Where would you take Deaky on vacation? Hmmm. Some place with not a lot of people. I feel South America somewhere. Maybe a beach or to Patagonia

Favourite Deaky song? You're My Best Friend timeless and sweet

If you could give Deaky a new nickname what would it be? Salty the Hermit Crab

Favorite Deaky facial expression? His soft blushy sort of modest smile. Especially in the 70s.

Favorite photo of Deaky?

Favourite Deaky outfit?

Favorite salty Deaky face?

Which Monty Python sketch does Roger remind you of? The Encyclopedia Salesman because he could charm his way into somebody's house and sell them anything like the time he bs-ed that he was a Hoover vacuum salesman with I want to say John

Favourite harmonising by Roger? Probably Somebody to Love. He adds so much to those harmonies. And when they do it live it's even more noticeable but in a different way

What kind of car do you think I'm In Love with My Car is about? Whatever it is I see it as red. Probably a red Ferari. Or that's what I see and I'm sure Rog wouldn't have said no to one of those

You can have Roger do one of the (metaphorical) things to you that he mentions in "I'm in Love with My Car", what do you choose? Well giving him a thrill while my radials squeal does sound pleasant 😉😍😈

Favorite Roger Taylor solo work? Original composition it's probably Let's Get Crazy off of Fun In Space but if we're counting songs he covered Racing in the Street HANDS. DOWN! It's my fav song all time now. It and Brandy by Looking Glass

If Roger was an accessory, what would he be? Sunglasses of course 😎😎😎

"Modern Times Rock and Roll" or "Loser in the End"? Modern Times Rock N Roll. That song is not long enough. I love it.

You can talk to Roger for the rest of your life or have one night of passion with him, which do you choose? This is torture... but you didn't say I couldn't make out with him @squeezemylemon so trap there. I'm gonna talk to Rog and make out with him but no night of passion sadly. I'll still be happy kissing and chatting and being friends with a side of inspecting each other's tonsils with our tongues 😉😁😂

Favourite stage outfit of Roger's?

You can have a three-way with two different Rogers... 1) Do you do it? 2) Which Rogers (photo examples are encouraged)? Not my thing but I'm such a thirsty bitch for Rog that in this case hell yes. Sign me up for this sandwich right here

Brian or Freddie singing "'39"? Brian all the way baby. He has that perfect folk singer type voice

Which songs from other bands best describes each member? Brian is Bowie's 'Space Oddity'. Freddie is Elton's 'Rocket Man'. Roger's anthem has to be 'Big Spender' even if musically the style isn't him, musically he's Dancing in the Dark by Springsteen. John is Beethoven's 5th Symphony or The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel but don't ask me why

The members of Queen as characters from the Muppets? Hmm. John is one of the salty old guys from the audience. Roger/ina is miss Piggy because he's such a diva. Bri would be Kermit for somehow patiently dealing with Piggy!Rog. And I had to Google the other Muppets and found one named Pepe the King Prawn and if that isn't Freddie Mercury I don't know what is

The members of Queen as the Avengers? Brian is Director Fury (he counts as an Avenger right?) John is The Hulk, Freddie is outrageous Iron Man of course and Roger is Hawkeye full of sass quips and sex appeal

Queen as cake flavors? Freddie is Cherry Chocolate. John is Lemon. Brian is a really dark chocolate that probably has coffee flavoring to it. Roger is strawberry.

Queen as Classic Hollywood actors? I weirdly want to say Freddie as Clark Gable but I think he's more Douglas Fairbanks. Brian is Lawrence Olivier. John is William Powell. And Roger would be James Dean (he counts right?)

FMK: Rogerina, Briana, Frederika? Fuck Rogerina obvs. Briana is a suitable housewife. And as usual poor Fred gets killed. Sorry.

Which song would you have liked to have been around the composer as they created it? Well as much as I want to say a Roger song I'd be too busy distracting him for that to work so I'm gonna say Brian writing Dragon Attack

Favorite album art/cover? The Game. 1980 Rog in leather is my sexuality. Otherwise I'd probably say Sheer Heart Attack

Who or what is the (not actual) love of each band member’s life? Freddie's was the 4000 cats. Roger's amore is cars of course. John is in a committed relationship with cheese on toast. And Brian is a slut who while he's married to Red Special he goes around having affairs with badgers and faucets/taps

Thanks again @squeezemylemon and @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar for helping with all of these questions!