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[nights-at-crystarium]

One user carries my entire mental health with these tags ;w; <3

I love the subtle observation that Vivi half plays the role that was dumped on him, half tries his genuine best. He acts unusual here. Much as I'd like to, I can't show everything about his life at once, that's not how comics (or stories in general) work, and I consider this moment a shortcoming on my end because I randomly decided to show the Titania fight in closer detail while it wasn't part of the initial plan, I just thought some more about Vivi and Feo, and his visual resemblance with Titania completely blindsided me. Suddenly I saw a chance to strengthen Vivi and Feo's friendship by making them overcome a little bump on the road, as well as give Vivi motivation to be kind to Titania (because Feo seems to care about them).

When I really settle down to Think About A Character, such things happen. I just realized that Titania belongs to the same category of a beloved character in ShB that spends an unholy amount of time in terrible isolation as a price for being a hero to their people, and then I needed to give them more love than the canon did.

This arc's turned out decent, but it lacks the precedent in form of other fights where Vivi just. Doesn't care. Normally he tries to finish a fight asap and move on. However, the comic shows us the Titania encounter as the first real fight, and it's an unusual display of empathy for Vivi. Statistically, the first encounter can't be seen as an outlier. Ah well, I'll figure it out x'D

[alfascorpiionux]

Things to focus on/develop ~ astro observations ✨

Moon in 8th house - emotional self-sufficiency; being your biggest emotional support; letting go of old resentments, attachments and learning to move on; learning to channel your emotions through art/journaling/cooking etc.

Gemini Sun - being constant, reliable, true to your word;being honest and not lying/twisting facts; being there physically and emotionally for people you love; less over-explaining and quarreling;

Libra Moon - learning to make decisions by and for themselves; so many times I see these people always asking for advice on what to do or struggling to make decisions even when it comes to important things in their life; also learning to speak your mind instead of letting emotions build up inside you and acting all passive-aggressive; it’s okay not to agree just let us know;

Leo ascendant - and always wanting to appear polished, put-together, perfect. Lots of emphasis on being clean, well-dressed and having nice hair. Sometimes it’s okay to tone it down a notch. Many imperfections about yourself are only in your mind, very few if anybody at all notices them; also you know what diplomacy is, I guess? Sometimes it’s better to reach an agreement/compromise than to relentlessly pursue your point of view. It’ll attract enmity on the long term and people finding subtle ways to put you down behind your back, just saying.

Virgo Mercury - learning to talk about how you feel and don’t always fret the small print; being vulnerable is not a weakness;

Stellium in 11th house (especially in air signs) - accept yourself first and foremost and stop trying to fit in with crowds; some people will always judge you and not like you. You’re good at being a social butterfly and it likely brings you benefits but don’t lose yourself in always gaining other people’s approval. It’s better to walk alone than constantly clinging to people who bring you down or are just not right for you.

Ascendant square Mercury/Mercury retrograde/3rd house Mercury(possibly) - take time to improve communication skills, it’ll serve you big time in the future. Don’t hurry when you talk and think it through before you say something. Don’t just blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind; it might come out messy. Don’t butt into conversations or try to dominate them. People won’t be more interested in what you are going to say, it’ll just reflect poorly on you.

Lilith-Venus aspects(especially the square)/Lilith-Moon hard aspects - don’t blindly trust women; this aspect is said to attract both admiration and jealousy from women. It adds extra charm to your appearance but can also spark enmity/bad intentions in others. Beware.

Moon-Jupiter aspects (especially square) - take care of your weight!! Make sure to eat healthy food and exercise regularly. There could be a tendency to put on weight. You’re a connoisseur of life and very curious person by nature so it makes sense you would like to try out new delicious food/beverages, but don’t give in to excess.

Sun opposite Moon - this aspect suggests a conflict between the Ego(Identity) and the emotional life of the native. Sometimes these people have zero clue what they are feeling and if you ask them they might just shrug. Or they might suppress their emotions in favor of their intelect/rational side. This can lead to big internal turmoil, crisis and even depression later on. My advice: don’t ignore what you feel. Speak about it or write it down. It’s important to at least be conscious of what is going on with your emotional life. Is it sadness/annoyance/boredom maybe a sense of relief? Whatever it is, write it down. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.

Sun in 5th house - you cannot make up your mind about who to be with, am I right? Many people attract you and make your heart flutter for different reasons. Your interest may be short-lived. You definitely love a nice figure, beautiful clothes and an “expensive-looking” appearance. Personality-wise you like a good sense of humor, a beautiful smile, solid social skills and if the said person is desired by many others, it might awaken your interest even more! My advice to you: make up your mind. Who is the person you truly want to be with? What is their personality like, their values, interests, life-goals? Will they align with yours? How will you be supporting each other along the way? Solve the conflicts that would arise? Don’t get too picky or cocky though. Just as your chosen person will try to be the best they can be, you shouldn’t succumb to laziness, complacency either. Nobody is perfect. We got to do the best we can with what we have.

Virgo Moon - you’re way better and more than you ever give yourself credit for. Be proud of your accomplishments and all those times where you persevered when everything seemed to be going wrong and you couldn’t see the light. You’re a hard-working, very resilient and pragmatic person. You likely always help those in need especially your family/friends/acquaintances. They’ve always got somebody they can rely on to give them a car ride for example or cook them delicious food. Life is not always black and white and you’re certainly not the loser you might sometimes think you are. If only you could see the beauty I and other people can see in you!

Chart ruler in 12th house - oh boy, this one is quite annoying at times. People might just simply ignore your presence and not willingly. It’s like you somehow manage to blend into the background. Not one time have I heard people going “You’re here? I really haven’t noticed.” And it is not said with bad intentions. Your presence is calm, a little mellow and blends in easily with any crowd. Maybe you could be a spy? Just saying XD

The point with this placement (especially if you have many aspects to your Mercury, particularly the square) is to be patient! Do not raise your voice or butt into conversations you are not welcomed in. Wait to be invited, stay silent or better yet: leave. If it’s done repeatedly by the same group of people it’s not longer unintentional.

Also - protect your energy and make sure you sleep 8-10 hours. It might be that you tire easily, are susceptible to other’s energy, feel it when somebody is ill or suffering. You’re sensitive and probably empathetic to boot (regardless of other positions in your chart). Make sure you don’t overexert yourself or let others take advantage of your sensitive side.

Chiron conjunct Midhaven - it might actually be healthy and recommended for you to work! Especially if it’s the kind of job that suits you and that you find satisfaction in. With this aspect it’s possible that not having a goal/career will make you feel aimless/confused/irritated. This aspect suggests an ambitious, driven and hard-working individual that might find much more in their career than satisfaction, purpose and money. They might also find healing. These people are likely to work in healthcare and dealing with other people’s ailments and emotional wounds. But instead of bringing them down, it is where they actually find their place. Especially in the sign of Capricorn, these people don’t wish to lead easy/privileged lives, but meaningful ones where they leave a legacy behind.

People typically trust them because they sense they are trustworthy and share their problems with them.

Venus in Aries - this is not talked about nearly enough. These folks are courageous and very devoted to their loved ones, to the point where they would do almost anything for them! Venus is not just about your love life but also about your feminine side, your values and self-worth, your sense of aesthetics, creative expression, wealth&comfort and social harmony. It’d be silly to narrow it down simply to one domain: your romantic life. Sure, it plays a significant role when it comes to the way you express and accept love, what appeals to you most but it not all that it is!

A Venus in Aries person makes a dynamic and gutsy friend somebody that would go on almost any adventure with you. They could be blunt but you can be sure they will always tell the truth. They will speak up for you when needed and they could be plenty generous.

The point with this placement is to not get carried away or be too pushy. Many people are simply not ready to be as bold and honest and unapologetic as you are. They might just be unsure, more skeptical, or have a different way of expressing their attention/affection. Don’t always put demands on them or assume dishonesty at the slightest disturbance.

Edit-completion to Venus in Aries.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading my post!! Please tell me what you think and let’s have a discussion 🤗🌟

[vsa-pieldepapel]

ralsusie became real and kinda popular in the fandom and i IMMEDIATELY thought of you. also your susie hadcanons... you're predicting it all....

so what are your thoughts on their dynamic in the new chapter? and on susie's character development overall?

oh it's a fucking party in my house rn you have no idea. i have so many things to say about them that i don't believe its possible to make all of them coherent in a single post but i'll vomit some of it Before that tho i must say i am surprised at how many people thought of me w these new developmetns lol. mostly because the internet is so fast paced i thought no one would remember. thank you though.

i remember saying somewhere that I was convinced ralsei observing susie's independence and force of will would plant a seed in his head for him to strive for freedom and agency, and I'm surprised how dead on that was. Guts is widely accepted to be the stat for how much a character is willing to stand against the control of the player, which ralsei has Zero of in all chapters, but fascinatingly, even though he goes back to zero in ch4, at the tail end of ch3 before i fought the roaring knight i checked the power screen and ralsei had a single Guts point. this was immediately after susie consoled Tenna and told him, "did you hear that, Ralsei?" so i am convinced that single moment of guts was brought forth by her, by the lessons he learns from her character.

I had rather low expectations going into the new chapters because I really still wasnt convinced if Toby was self aware on how he was writing the holiday family, susie and noelle, and ralsusie, or if that was all serendipitous. The new chapters make me believe more strongly that he is aware and its not all coincidental. theres a lot here and i would have to make an entire separate post about it but I was incredibly pleasantly surprised by how many poignant, emotionally resonant moments happened between susie and ralsei building on how much they push each other to be better, and how it's emphasised that they're influencing the other. I was incredibly shocked in a good way that they had an actual argument, but Susie didn't resort to all the coping mechanisms we see her use with Lancer. Ralsei has proven now that he will be there by her side and she has decided to believe in that rather than keeping in mind that she could be abandoned at any turn, and I thought them being able to genuinely talk it out and MAKE it through an argument was an excellent indicator of how powerful their relationship is (and I do mean this all even if it's just friendship stuff for now, because the healthiest couples, anyway, are those where your partner is also your friend). I remember being skeptical way back when of people who made susie sporty and confident, because she struck me as feeling ugly, insecure, and not really that successful in that regard either, and I'm glad I was right. Her monologues about feeling unwanted and broken which feels very much the result of unstable circumstances like moving constantly, where there is no consistency to any one situation, and neglectful or abusive parenting were very resonant. Curiously though my fave part of all these new developments about susie are when it pertains to how she connects to the lore of the prophecy, which is another separate post. Basically, I love how susie is a "wild card", but that necessitates a LOT of elaboration. I like that her stubbornness and her will to fight are displayed for both when they're good and worth it and when they're dysfunctional. I also found the exploration of how an individuals psyche shapes a dark world fascinating.

The bloody handprint lives fucking rent free in my head. Again, I need to make a MASSIVE post to connect a lot of dots here idk how to do it. But I am very, very excited. Maybe it would be easier to organise everything if I was prompted to talk about specific things. I could make a pepe silvia style video about it atp rofl

[lxdymoon0357]

I was searching for My In-Law are obsessed with me headcanons/smut and came across your blog. I love your smut writing!!😭. And I also realized that there isn't much content about My In-Law are obsessed with me (or maybe I'm looking in the wrong places). I wanted to ask for Sfw and Nsfw headcanons of Therdeo lapileon (I love him) if you're not into it, that's okay, thanks!

(Thank you so much for this request!! Minors DNI. NSFW under the cut. Breeding kink, crying, biting, clit spanking, hitting it from the back, vanilla sex.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Therdeo Lapileon SFW & NSFW HCs

╫ Therdeo Lapileon, such a reserved man and he's so reclusive..so most don't even try, but somehow you get his attention. You do! And it's awkward, but cute as he strikes up conversations, looks through guests list of banquets and events to see if you're going to be there, just to attend..the sudden activity becomes a bustling news to all of society.

╫ He courted you, always covering himself so no way any blood could get on you, he could not forgive himself. It took a long time to actually asking you out because he felt you deserved better than someone with cursed blood, a lot of convincing from Saoirse and even letters from Gloria.

╫ Skipping to dating, he's reclusive as always, but it's intimate. He'll go out of his way to attend events with you and it brings a burst of news to the empire hearing the grand duke's increase in social activity. It makes the hearts of ladies who have eyes on him beat faster, but it stops when they learn he's dating you.

╫ He would take you horseback riding on days when he's free around the countryside, maybe show off his hunting skills and then you'd ride him like a horse. Anyway. He's hella hot in leather and archery equipment, got it?

╫ Never leaves himself uncovered around you, makes sure no way his blood can get to you, unless you're immune his blood like Pereshati, he's not willing to risk it. AT ALL! And yes, it's because of this that it takes you both a lot of time to get used to affection and he still gets scared, constantly checking himself, making sure he isn't picking at his nails, hair or even lips which might cause him to bleed.

╫ Some days, he likes to match his clothes be it by pattern, colour, material of the cloth or even bey accessories, though they make him look a bit feminine. He gets embarrassed at looking feminine at first, but kind of appreciates your desire to make him yours by subtle things like matching clothes.

╫ He even got Saoirse to make you and him matching handkerchiefs, and it's his basic lifeline and he carries it everywhere with a basic one. Because he doesn't have the heart to use the one Saoirse made him because what if he loses it? So he uses basic white ones, but keeps the special one sprayed with your perfume for comfort.

╫ Speaking of, he sprays your perfume so you better have two bottles because he begins using your bottle because it brings him comfort on nights when he's going through blood breakdown/vomit rebuttals to spray some on his pillows, clothes. Just a spritz, not much

╫ You're definitely his first...he's got zero experience. But he catches up rather quick..though a bit slow he gets it quick because I headcanon he might secretly read an erotica or two. But your first time is AFTER marriage.

╫ Pushes in deep, his drive does go up after marriage perhaps and you're loving to spend your time screaming his name till your throat is raw as he eats you out while you're laying on his desk, sprawled out as he hums because you're just so pretty!!

╫ High class breeding kink. Nothing stops this man, he finds it embarrassing later on and can't look you in the eyes, but during it, he'll force your head down so he doesn't have to make eye-contact because that's too spicy for mister Bleed-poison-blood here, but he threat himself as deep as possibly he could, possibly kissing your cervix when hee's about to cum.

╫ Speaking of, backshots galore! Man's too shy to look you in the eyes, but he'll hit it from the back, or when he's feeling extra intimate. He'll hold up your thigh and fuck you sideways, while you groaning into your neck as you'll try not to wiggle your hips to get him to go faster or rougher.

╫ Cries during sex, nothing so intimate and he's scared, okay? As he's thrusting his cock in, gently kneading your thigh or ass in one hand for basic comfort while he's softly crying with his face shoved in your neck..Hopefully you don't mind him biting roughly there too because he genuinely can't control the pleasure when you're clamping down on him.

╫ He can't lose you and he'll gently develop this habit of gently swatting your clit whenever you're not listening to him..it's hot.. But my god, does it put you in your place! You'd hiccup and apologize and he'd hum sweetly, not even meaning to be scary but he does come off as scary.

╫ He's the grand-duke, and you'll be there, his hand gently cupping your face with a mocking pout on his lips, you can't really tell. But he'd hold your thigh to push his cock deeper, slicking it with your juices and making a sticky "plap!" sound all while his hand gently spanks your cunt making you yelp and arch your back while he's saying— "Yeah, I know dear..behave, yes?" or he'll softly kiss you, "I know..I'm sorry, it hurt, hm? Oh yeah?"

╫ By the way, he can never refuse you whenever you want sex, you can have it be. Be it at a ball, or maybe during somee family dinner or even when he's busy, he'll always happily let you bounce on his cock or manhandle him and if he can, he'll use his mouth. He's sort of a switch, where he's somehow top and bottom at the same time. Really, he just listens to you.

╫ overall, it's pretty vanilla because his blood still instills fear in him o hurting you with his blood, it also instill a fear of hurting you in general, even during sex. Also the situation with Dodolea almost SA'ing him did not do wonders for sex life. The kinkiest he might get is forcing his tie around your wrists or shoving it in your mouth have you give him blowjobs under desk while he works, IN PRIVATE...He is the utter middle ground of switch, somehow both dom and sub and you can never tell!

[canmom]

you read ML research (e.g. arxiv, state of ai, various summaries), you find an overwhelming blizzard of new techniques, clever new applications and combinations of existing techniques, new benchmarks to refine this or that limitation, relentless jumps in capabilities that seem unstoppable (e.g. AI video generation took off way faster than I ever anticipated). at some point you start to see how Károly Zsolnai-Fehér became such a parody of himself!

you read ed zitron & similar writers and you hear about an incomprehensibly unprofitable industry, an obscene last-gasp con from a cancerous, self-cannibalising tech sector that seems poised to take the rest of the system down with it once the investors realise nobody actually cares to pay for AI anything like what it costs to run. and you think, while perhaps he presents the most negative possible read on what the models are capable of, it's hard to disagree with his analysis of the economics.

you read lesswrong & cousins, and everyone's talking about shoggoths wearing masks and the proper interpretation of next-token-prediction as they probe the LLMs for deceptive behaviour with an atmosphere of paranoid but fascinated fervour. or else compile poetic writing with a mystic air as they celebrate a new form of linguistic life. and sooner or later someone will casually say something really offputting about eugenics. they have fiercely latched onto playing with the new AI models, and some users seem to have better models than most of how they do what they do. but their whole deal from day 1 was conjuring wild fantasies about AI gods taking over the world (written in Java of course) and telling you how rational they are for worrying about this. so... y'know.

you talk to an actual LLM and it produces a surprisingly sharp, playful and erudite conversation about philosophy of mind and an equally surprising ability to carry out specific programming tasks and pull up deep cuts, but you have to be constantly on guard against the inherent tendency to bullshit, to keep in mind what the LLM can't do and learn how to elicit the type of response you want and clean up its output. is it worth the trouble? what costs should be borne to see such a brilliant toy, an art piece that mirrors a slice of the human mind?

you think about the news from a few months ago where israel claimed to be using an AI model to select palestinians in gaza to kill with missiles and drones. an obscene form of statswashing, but they'd probably kill about the same number of people, equally at random, regardless. probably more of that to come. the joke of all the 'constitutional AI', 'helpful harmless assistant' stuff is that the same techniques would work equally well to make the model be anything you want. that twat elon musk already made a racist LLM.

one day the present AI summer and corresponding panics will burn out, and all this noise will cohere into a clear picture of what these new ML techniques are actually good for and what they aren't. we'll have a pile of trained models, probably some work on making them smaller and more efficient to run, and our culture will have absorbed their existence and figured out a suitable set of narratives and habits around using them in this or that context. but i'm damned if I know how it will look by then, and what we'll be left with after the bubble.

if i'm gonna spend all this time reading shit on my computer i should get back to umineko lmao

[xxx-lilith-xxx]

Let Me Take Care Of You

Ticci Toby X GN! Reader

You’re overworked and overstimulated from the everyday mayhem that goes on in the mansion, and Toby takes care of you.

It is implied that the reader is on the spectrum, but it can also just be seen as a neurotypical person having a lot going on :)

I tried my best to write Toby's stutters as realistically as possible based off of my own, please let me know if it sounds okay!!!

Reader is gender neutral, however, it's implied that they have somewhat long hair (long enough to be braided), and is also referred to as Beautiful, if that's something you see as feminine. I don’t, but please let me know if so, so i can make sure to not use that term in my gender neutral fics!

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“And this one's S-Snooki… she kinda reminds m-muh-me of Nina…”

His arm was slung around you as you sat in his bedroom, lying on the bed with you in his lap. His hand gently rubbed your side, his lips sweetly pressing against your cheek as a small smile came over your face. Occasionally, his hands squeeze a bit tight and his nails dig into your waist when his tics start to act up. Jersey Shore plays on your old, busted up laptop as he cuddles you and rambles on about the show to you in between loving kisses and kind affirmations of love. 

“That o-ones Ronnie… I f-fuckin’ hate h-h-him…”

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You’ve been in a bit of a slump this past week. Stress, overstimulation, and work the better of you over the past few weeks. You had been sent on mission after mission after mission due to your ability to quickly track targets down. Slender had been sending you out with the other proxies and found that missions that would normally take three days were getting done in a single day, so he milked your skill as much as he possibly could. You’d been on a mission pretty much every day for the past month, and it definitely took its toll on you. Constantly being around tons of people hasn’t helped either, particularly being stuck with Jeff for extended periods of time. There's constantly something going on. Someone’s yelling. Someone’s fighting. Someone’s losing their shit. It's just too much to bear, and Toby had noticed.

Even if it doesn’t seem like it, he pays attention. Takes in every little detail. And he noticed how the bags under your eyes seemed to get just a little more noticeable. How you had less energy. How you wouldn’t talk much. You aren’t overly talkative to begin with, but now you were damn near mute. Toby is already used to you going silent and not using words to communicate when you get overwhelmed, but this is new. You’ve barely spoken for a week straight. It worried him. 

You finally have a day off, and Toby wanted to spend it doing nothing more than spoil his love and take care of them. He wanted to show just how loving and gentle he could be. So, that's exactly what he did. 

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He woke you up with a breakfast of burnt toast and scrambled eggs -he wanted to make dippy eggs but he quickly learned there's no way in hell he could properly flip the eggs without breaking the yolk or accidentally flipping them onto the floor- alongside a cup of apple juice, your favorite. He got you into the shower, washing your hair and your body for you before covering your face in the gentlest of kisses. He dried you off and wrapped you up in a towel like a little caterpillar in its cocoon. He lifted you into his arms and carried you to his bedroom, laying you down on his bed before going to his closet and grabbing you a shirt and a pair of his boxers before sweetly peeling off your towel and slipping his clothing on you with the most careful of hands, making sure not to oogle at your naked body. As much as he adored seeing you under him, clawing at his back with your face all red and your eyes all wide, he knew now wasn’t the time. There’s a time and a place for things like that, and he's never been the type of guy to sleep with you when you’re stressed and overwhelmed. To him, anything but an enthusiastic yes is a no, and he knows full well you’re not gonna give him anything enthusiastically when you already have so much on your plate you need to deal with.

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So now, here you are, in his arms as he softly plays with your hair and rubs at your sides and shoulders, making sure you’re more than comfortable. He doesn’t pressure you to talk or to do anything, he just continues to ramble on to you while you two watch your show together. He’s always been big on dumb reality TV shows that you really don’t need to pay that much attention to but are still entertaining to just play in the background. He knows exactly what it's like to want to do nothing more than sit and lay in bed for a little while without the weight of responsibilities on your shoulders, and he's more than happy to indulge you and just take care of you for the day.

“You doin’ a-alright babe?”

 With a simple nod of your head he smiles and gently laughs in your ear before pressing kisses all over the side of your neck and cheek once more while his thumbs rub comforting circles into your sides. 

“Hows about you l-lie down on your belly and let me g-guh… give… you a back massage baby?”

Keeping that soft smile on your face, you crawl out of his lap and set the laptop down at the foot of his bed before lying down on your stomach, propping your head up on your crossed arms. He leans over you, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck before moving his hands to your back and starting to rub it, gently pressing his thumbs and knuckles into your muscles, working them and loosening up. 

“That feel alright, Dovey?”

His gentle voice says softly as he continues to work the knots out of our shoulders and back softly, taking great care with your body. You give another quiet nod, choosing to just stay quiet for now. He doesn't mind the silence at all, finding it comforting in a way. One of his favorite things to do is pamper you and treat you like how rich girls will treat the little dogs that they carry around in their purses. He treats you like royalty and nothing less. Just as much, he loves his little nicknames for you. He absolutely adores giving you little names. You aren’t really able to remember the last time he called you by your actual name with how often he calls his little pet names. Song bird, Lovie, Princess, Baby, Babe, My love, My baby, My heart, Love, Dove, Heart, Sweetness, Dovey, the list goes on, and on, and on. He loves the way your smile gets a little bigger, your cheeks get just a touch redder, and how your eyes would get the smallest bit brighter. He lives to see your spark come back after you’re in a slump, and it makes him especially happier when he's the one who got to bring that spark back to your gorgeous face. 

After a solid thirty minutes of rubbing your back, Toby pulls away from you before leaning in and whispering gently in your ear-

“Be back in a minute Beautiful. Gonna go grab my baby something to eat.”

He presses another kiss to your cheek -this time with a loud kissy noise- before walking out of the room with a small jerk of his neck. 

He's back about 10 minutes later with a cup of Ramen and a plate of a couple different types of cheese and crackers, some of your favorite safe foods. He knows whenever you’re already stressed out the best things to eat are things you already know you love. Certain textures you fluctuate on, some days liking them and some days hating them, but noodles, cheese and crackers have always been foods you've loved since you were little, and Toby pays attention to that.

He sits down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and you immediately get back into his lap, bringing the laptop with you as you take the noodles and fork from his hands and begin eating. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching the show with you. 

“H-he treats Sammi like fucking sh-shit… I mean… they both suck with each other b-but like… he's just doing w-wh-way too much… you know…?”

He continues going on about the show as you eat, finishing off the noodles and then eating the cheese and crackers. After that, you set the plate and fork down on the night stand and gently tap his hand, letting him know you’re all done. He gently picks you up off of his lap and sets you down next to him before getting up and walking over to his dresser, grabbing his hairbrush and walking back to the bed. Your smile grows a bit as you know exactly what he’s doing. He sits back down tight behind you and starts softly brushing your hair, taking care and being precise with every single strand, making sure to run the brush over your scalp, scratching and massaging your head. You lean your head back a bit, the movement of his hands being the most comforting thing you could wish for right now. As he brushes, he whispers gentle praises into your ear, making sure you’re aware of just how deeply loved and cared for you are by him, even in times where your mind and work is getting the better of you.

“Im so proud o-of you my love… You’re one of the hardest working people in this h-house… You’re smart, kind, h-h-huh- help…ful… and one of the most considerate people I know… I'm so lucky to be the one that gets to hold…”

He keeps brushing, stopping every now and again to start to play with your hair, twisting the soft strands before going right back to brushing them out, not forgetting to let you know just how much he loves it.

“Mmm… It’s so soft, baby…”

He lets out a quiet laugh before taking a strand and biting it for whatever reason.

“Why the hell are you biting my hair…?”

You say quietly, so quietly he barely even hears it. He lets out another stupid laugh before taking his hair out of your mouth and pressing more kisses to your neck

“I dunno…”

He giggles before brushing it out again, making sure any and all tangles are out before grabbing a hair tie from the nightstand and softly braiding your hair before tying it off. You bring your han to the top of the laptop, gently shutting it before lying down on the pillow right next to him. He takes the hint, lying down next to you and cuddling right up to you.

“Tired, Love?”

He asks, getting another simple nod in response. He gives you one more small kiss on your cheek before wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back until you fall right asleep on him, comfortable and far less stressed than this time yesterday. 

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TY so much for reading!!!! I hope this was alright! I defo HC that Toby loves reality TV. Like that man ADORES it. Im also watching jersey shore while writing this :p Pretty please request if you have anything you’d like written, or if you just have something you wanna say!! Im thinking ill write a period comfort Bloody Painter next, and then some angsty clockwork things. Stay Tuned!! Remember to hydrate and take care of yourselves lovies!!! :3

[bunji-enthusiast]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥

Summary/Excerpt || “Who are you when no one’s watching?” He pauses at the question, as if the query had truly eluded him. But then he answers.

WC: 2.7k

A/N: wasn’t thinking of writing anything for him, but the more I thought about it — the more interesting all the scenarios and drabbles can be. Minor allusions to suicidal tendencies I guess? This was a good way to get the feelings out.

A superpowered society of people was a grievance few could afford, or rather keep up with that is. Missives of machines, clones of the greats, and those who follow in their footsteps. The moment this population was addressed, it was a far-right of undoings that may as well spell their death from the moment one is born this way. In a hastily addressed letter, signed sincerely from the very first known superpowered individual — a whole new world opened up. Those who could take up the mantle, should or could; however, it is up to the individual how you wish to go out [In a blaze of glory?].

It is by the biggest fish possible, or just by mere accident. How one’s death goes will be how people know you, for better or worse. 

For Rudy, it was a fine line he had walked every single year — every single day — and he will continue to do so, which he found [highly] unfortunate. Trying to connect with one’s emotions and desire in the grand hole of the concept was a rudimentary thought, though he found it was worth the effort, in order to necessitate the greatest array of tools possible, just to protect all those he held dear. Even if he was viewed as a malicious person. 

Rudy just wishes you wouldn’t be one of those people, who would view him as such. He garnered valuable memories with you, formed a bond. It was something he dearly would never weaponize. All that he’s done, all that he ever will do. Will have been in the name of something good, he hopes. 

“Robot?”

He hums in response, flickering a light on at his work desk. His mechanic counterpart speaking in tandem, the person once in the dark was illuminated by his unconscious action. Rudy had learned to leave a light on for those who wished to speak to him, though he was far used to working in the shadows, there are those who lived with the light constantly. Something that he envied in a way. He turns, his willing gaze raking over their [worldly] appearance. For a moment he scrutinizes the details momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the light, before a flash of recognition finally lingers in his mind. 

It was you. One of his dear ones, and he had strikingly thought that you held him in the same regard. Rudy is aware that may not be the case of this relationship you share with him however, but he could dream. He’s dreamed of it many times. “You told me you were going to the downtown memorial service?” He says, tapers of confusion evident in his voice as he returns his gaze to what he had been mulling away with. 

“Did. But plans changed.” You replied, a forlorn tone, finding a chair to sit down at. “So I came back here.” 

Rudy arches a brow, but that quickly reverts back to his neutral expression, having gathered why the change had happened. “I understand,” He simply thinks, feeling the incessant swirling that fetters the gut of his stomach. Rudy understands far more than necessary, “Did you want to talk?”

“Not really.” You shrugged, shifting the subject as you leaned back into the chair you found home on. You cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a pointed look. “What’re you working on?”

Another one of his [many] projects, though it’s importance wasn’t high on his list of priorities. He could spare the time, a lot of time. Since it was you in particular, despite the obviously grim and vicarious circumstances, he was truly elated to see you: and hear your voice. Rudy frowns at your deflection, though there was no blame to be placed, the times now were quite difficult to deal with. Both mentally and physically. He rests his working arm on the armrest of his own chair.

Rudy turns on the swivel, laying his foot against the floor to come to a stop. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He subverted the focus —  the silence — and you [could] only sigh, tilting your head as you lean forward. 

His words were carefully considered, as he steps into zones, out of tandem often. Though, Rudy wants to take a careful, comfortable step into a zone where he dared to tread. 

You take the moment to collect your thoughts, scratching at the sleeve rolled up on your arm. “You know, I’ve never taken news of a passing well.” Rudy hears those words so clearly, and his eyes widen. He certainly wasn’t expecting a situation like this to present itself, and not with you. Not at all. But, Rudy maintains a calm posture despite the brewing storm of thoughts that swam in his mind at the speed of a bullet train. He stays silent for the moment, then replies. 

“I highly doubt anyone has.” 

“Right.” You mutter, hanging your head. Far into your hands, “Mourning someone who was alive once was easier.” You admit [a hint of finality, he assumes], and you hang back, same as before. Those gentle hands of yours, more than he cared to admit, scraped down the flesh of your kind face. He thought to himself once, and wondered what the touch of your hands felt like. 

(Rudy had stood aside, standing in his familiar orange mechanical suit. In the genuine flesh as he had watched you take the brunt of many attacks, but he multi-tasked, taking care of the metaphysical obstacles with relative ease. Though he was famously known for; finding ways, information and identities. There was just one thing he couldn’t figure out even beyond the layers of all what he could do, and that was you. 

Not wholly anyway. 

“Two more minutes.” Rudy announces to the group, and it was as if all it once that a slight change of ease assimilated themselves into their bodies, fending off the attackers in order to buy time for the genius. He could hear shouts, comments from heroes who got pissed off [however rightly so], and the enemy who directly engaged the rest of his team. The wires were flimsy in the grasp of his hands, but Rudy worked, familiarity shooting through his veins as the barrage of fire and explosions ticked away the seconds in his head. Red wisps in his vision, and he couldn’t focus, nor direct the energy as to why. 

He briefly felt a glimpse of the scar on his cheek, a fresh reminder from a short skirmish—a fight that should have been quick but somehow stretched on and on, leaving him drained. There were people who had briefly praised him. But in the quiet moments like this [despite the throbbing pulse that reminded him of the situation he was in], when no one was watching, Rudy wondered how much of it was truly his. How much of it was just... obligation.

The mystery of it all hits him again, and he gasps as a beam narrowly hits his side. Rudy’s eyes flit over to whoever deflected the attack, it was Invincible. He sighs in relief, a nod to his brief moment of heroism. Rudy watches as Invincible’s shoulders deflate, tired he guessed, but so were many of the heroes. The black haired hero re-joins the others in the fight, leaving Rudy to return his focus to what was necessary. He lets out a low groan, feeling the weight of the pressure incessantly squeezing the heart in the cavity of his chest. Rudy sometimes wished that he didn’t go through with what he did, taking the measures he had performed early on, just to live longer in a more able body. The years had barred him with no sense of time to take it easy however, so he continued. 

"Why am I doing this?" he thought, eyes narrowing. "Every time I fight, every time I try to save someone, it feels like I'm just going in circles. Nothing ever changes."

A rare moment of exhaustion, especially for someone of his stature. Yet, Rudy tries not to falter. He flexed his fingers, trying to force them to calm, but they clenched involuntarily. 

He exhaled, the air feeling heavier with each breath. The weight of his mission, of his promise, was suffocating. As a genius, Rudy had been told since childhood that he had no choice but to succeed. It was his destiny, and it was theirs for him, too. But no matter how many lives he saved, no matter how many battles he fought, there was always something missing—a sense of true accomplishment, perhaps. Or maybe it was the gnawing feeling that his efforts would never be enough. It was that alone that will continue to remind him of his ability to be human, despite the biological factors. 

Finally, he reaches his small goal. Rudy reaches up into the air with the object, a mass portable object of destruction. Something easy enough to facilitate with just one of his suits. “I'm done! Someone grab it and press the button when they get close.” He shouts, unwavering in his steady devotion to the craft. 

Rudy immediately feels the weight lifted off his hand, and he smiles inwardly to himself. He knew well enough from the memory of the breeze tickling his hand many times over that it was you, with your capable ability to reach speeds unknown to the human body, or even to foreign beings that arrive on Earth; you alone had that special capability, particularly with your quick reaction time. 

Though he’s seen that look on your face, expectant – solemn. As if you were waiting for something to completely turn the tides in the favor of your opponents. Rudy wasn’t able to completely narrow that aspect, so he could only assume. That he could only do, as he watches the device in your bruised hands reach toward its destination. 

Succession was an unfeeling matter, he and you both knew that well. That bond of understanding was something you two had shared with one another. He knew the feeling too well—tight, like the weight of his duty pressing on his chest. His red hair hung in his eyes, messy and unkempt, as if his mind had been too distracted to care.

Rudy wishes he could feel it too – your hands, the weight of probable doom — as he watches and waits for the outcome like the rest of the heroes.)

“Who are you when no one’s watching?”

Your question pulled him back to the moment, this very time. The details rang a story you dared not tell aloud. Red rimmed your eyes, tears both shed and unshed. A giveaway to your darkest layer of the mind you held. You were in a place many had been before, your heart was wounded. You, like him, like so — so many — other heroes had questioned this reality [tearing out your hair, sobbing yourself to sleep, then repeat. Without bearing the shame of being seen]. Symptoms made physical, made real. Indented to crushingly guilty thoughts of why you had survived, why the others didn’t. There was a time that he had felt that way too, so he gave thought. 

Rudy pauses in his movements, resting his chin against the strong force of his hand; It was as if the query truly eluded him. But then he answers —

“Just myself.” He says, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Without going into the nuance, without manacles that hid away the thought. Rudy was, without question, a confusion made an existence. But the answer was appallingly simple that it had shocked you, blinking away the blurriness as you looked around, anywhere but at him. 

The environment was the same, untouched, nonetheless disturbed by the many familiar presences [young, old. They were all the same in the face of combat]. Heroes, even despite their power on the tier listing, so strong and hopeful. Though the years weather anyone down in no time when it comes to this line of work, so the expectant wanting of the experiences were partly to blame. You could feel the compositions of wires radiating from within the walls, all working hard to support the electricity that gives the view of what you wished for. 

You and Rudy wished for two very different things, you didn’t know that though. You wanted to know things, but you respected the impassable boundaries. 

“You say that like it’s easy.” You said, but the look you receive from Rudy makes you question what you had just said. He pressed both hands into the armrests, supporting himself as he stood, then walked over to you — Rudy was just a few steps short of your spot. He crouches down, leveling his gaze with yours. Rudy was making himself smaller against you on purpose, to give you room to breathe. 

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, “It isn’t.” He replies. “However, my belief is easy.”

Your arms drop to your lap, one hand still fiddling with the fabric of your sleeve. Confusion stirs in you, but you let him continue. Out of the corner of your peripheral, something scrawls closer. Just almost daring to touch. 

“My perception of things will present things very differently to me, then it does to you.” He admits, almost a scornful tone. A hindered string of resentment beneath it. “But my belief in you, in our friends. Will tell me it is enough to get through even the worst of things, even if I am sure that we are doomed.” Rudy closes his eyes for a moment, taking short residence in the quiet. His words — the words of a walking man, a walking metal one to sure [He wasn’t completely metal, not always], revered you with a sense of clarity that you had not been endowed with before. Even if the stairs to a light, away from a shadow of a former life had not completely formed. Your sense in what he meant, was both damning, but also relieving. 

Your hand reaches for his, he looks back at you, seeing a lop-sided smile on your face. Rudy wasn’t sure what it was, but something festered in his chest. But he was granted a sense of reprieve, even if his words did little to give you a sense of peace; he was glad that he could grant you a semblance of something similar. 

A windowed beat cracks against the glass, snapping you out of it as your eyes flit over to the windows, which gives anyone a view to the world outside. Rain, and even more thunder. 

“Lighting.” He affirms, “The weather seems to be particularly bad today.”

“Dunno…” You chuckle, tilting your head as you try to get a better look at what so little the view the windows offered. “I kinda like the clouds, they’re pretty, even for looking so grey.” 

Rudy takes a quiet mental note of that comment, “Good for nature, for the grass. Not so much for us, we would’ve gotten sick if we were caught out there.” You only nodded, leaning back as you sighed. Rudy stands up, offering you a hand. 

You take his assistance, almost suddenly startled as you immediately get pulled up into a stand by his hand. “Thanks.” You mumble, taking a moment to collect yourself, suddenly [far too loudly] wincing from the soreness that settled into your bones. Incoherent curses could be barely heard beneath your breath. 

“Today was rough?” Rudy questions, a tone of amusement evident as he walks over to an array of cabinets. The door to one creaks as he opens it, and you could only muster a mock-laugh as you swaggered over to his side, leaning against the counter. 

“No shit sherlock.” You began, crossing your arms, cracking the bones in your fingers. “It was all sorts of things today.”

“Do tell.” He responds, and you eye him as he takes out two packets of tea. You debated on whether or not you should call that out, or against the thought that he remembers that was something you liked in particular. You end up not doing so, instead taking his [not so] subtle request, taking the invitation to launch off into your rant about each and every detail that bothered you. 

Rudy continues to listen, and that was his one easy act of heroism. 

The man made flesh, who once hid behind metal. Learning to listen, it was that in which he remembered how [boisterous] he used to be in his speeches, when he talks: But learning was an experience in life. 

You, one of his dearest ones, are one of the only people he listens to.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hi! I really enjoyed your Yandere insomniac Peter and Harry headcanons! I was wondering if you could do more headcanons for them with a s/o with a chronic illness maybe? There is very little insomniac content out here T-T

A/N: I actually was going to write something like this. I hope you enjoy and please let me know if I got anything wrong. I tried to keep the chronic illness open enough so everyone can read this despite their specific diagnosis. Thank you for requesting.

Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of brief infantilization and ableism, forced medication

I think in this scenario, Harry would be a lot more intense than Peter. Mainly because this hits very close to home for him. He lost his mom and almost his own life to chronic illness and he doesn't want that same fate for you.

Of course Peter would be a worry wort and very overbearing but I just feel like Harry would take it to extremes.

They both are obsessed with healing the world, but I think they have different definitions of it. Peter wants to rid the world of evil, he wants to see the good in everyone. Harry means it literally..He wants to heal all sickness in the world and he's starting with you.

Peter would be on board with this concept , anything to make his darling's life easier but if your illness isn't fatal and you are relatively okay with your life, he's not pushing treatment down your throat.

Harry doesn't really care if it's fatal or not or if you don't even care about treatment..you will be healed.

Harry is constantly in Emily-May trying to find different possible treatments and medications to help you. Like almost eighty percent of its money is going into your research. He's turned into his father where he's willing to do anything to make sure his family is healthy. He probably even gets support from his dad on this. At this point, Emily-May is like a second home. Everyone knows you and you know then, they probably have a little lounge room made just for you that's right next to their office.

Peter is more on the inventor side of things. He's constantly making new mobility aids, implementing new things to help you get around the house or town, he's even got you wearing something on your chest that monitors your vitals and alerts them of any changes or abnormalities.

Harry presents you with a new medication like every other week for you to try. He'll pretend to be understanding when you refuse but he's probably just sneak it into your food or drinks.

Dr. Curtis Conner visits you quite often, checking up on your health, reactions to medications and helping in any way he can.

On the bright side, Harry completely understands your feelings and what you're going through. He suffered through so much and always lends a listening ear. He's learned from his own experiences what someone dealing with chronic illness may need or want.

Peter is more keen on focussing on you more than being spiderman. Petty crimes and small tasks aren't his problem anymore. You come first unless he really has to save the city and you from destruction.

There are times where infantilization or unintentional ableism can occur. Often a direct result of their obsession and over-protectiveness. My sweet boys didn't mean to hurt your feelings and watching you get upset over something they said or did, makes them crumble. They are quick to apologize and make things better...but some things just aren't going to change. They both will keep trying to "help" you...even if they have to be sneaky about it.

I almost forgot, no, you aren't going out alone. In the last one they barely let their healthy S/O go out so you aren't either. New York can be so disgusting and unfriendly to those who need accessibility and the last thing they'd want is for you to get hurt or have something happen when they aren't there to get you to safety.

Neither are ashamed of you, even on your worst days, they'd proudly show you off. Their Instagrams are full of pictures of the three of you hanging out in bed, at parks or at the doctors, the caption is always the kindest thing. Anyone who has anything discouraging to say will see the ugly side of them. Spider-man might leave them hanging upside down from a light pole

So many of your days are spent in their arms and basking in their protection while you ride out your symptoms. They shower you with love and affection. It's so nice to be able to focus on the warmth of their loving words than to be alone while you're hurting.

Your boyfriends mean very well, they aren't trying to change you because of your illness but they just want to make sure the person who they love so dearly is healthy. Watching you cry out in pain, lose sleep and barely being able to move at times, hurts them. They have the money, resources and intelligence to help you..please let them.

[nobody-nexus]

Obsession AU: UPDATED

I promise I didn't forget about this AU- In fact I've been updating it behind the scenes ever since episode 2 released! And now, with proper reference sheets, you now have a better idea of what they look like, and who they are! Alongside the new members!

(5 Facts About Pomni)

-She will never feed human meat to any person. It is THEIR hunt, and therefore if she eats it, it's ALL THEIRS. She'd never give it to others for that very reason

-Their hands are heavily damaged, having MANY scars. Due to this, she will wear as much hand covering as possible, refusing to give any more details on their appearance due to her record

-As if their stalker like obsession with Amanda isn't enough of an issue, she also has a mannequin in their home that she practices dancing with to old songs they like

-She has Hematolagnia- AKA a blood fetish. YES, she has issues if that wasn't already clear enough

-The scars that are on their body are from self-defense attempts from three different victims

(5 Facts About Amanda)

-Her damaged eye is from an incident where a kid hit her with a meat cleaver. Although she thankfully didn't lose her eye, she's 1/3rd blind and legally isn't allowed to drive because of it

-She knows how to cook! Although she does more baking than cooking, she loves to collect cookbooks and learn new recipes of various kinds! Especially ones from outside the United States

-She has scented candles in her home, and her home never smells like the same thing twice

-While she was away from her hometown, the only one that she kept in contact with was her brother, Jackson via text

-Her vitiligo started to pop up when she was 19

(5 Facts About Jackson)

-He is Zoey's roommate

-Jackson was an accidental child unlike his older sister

-He plays violent video games of all kinds. He loves being able to cause blood, death, and chaos without having to go to jail for it

-He likes sour candy a bit too much. Like it's a borderline issue with how much he's willing to pay just for sour candy and the feeling of it numbing his mouth

-Has a habit of stealing and shoplifting, being a bit TOO good at the action. He's gotten in trouble a few times before, but nowadays no one really seems to notice or care

(5 Facts About Grace)

-Grace was born an albino, having the palest skin out of most people in the town along with red eyes and white hair. It's unknown if her being albino was why she was so sickly as a child

-She loves to draw and will constantly have drawing/writing tools with her alongside notebooks or loose paper

-She's in the middle of quite the complicated situation between Amanda and Pomni

-Her most eaten food is soup, stew, and ramen

-She sees Ceaser as a father figure, being the most to visit him and keep him company ever since Quinn went missing. She'll occasionally even sing for him to make him feel better

(5 Facts About Zoey)

-They're very talented on the drums and are willing to be a temporary drummer for a price

-Zoey has a bit of an anger problem, quick to snap and easy to piss off given the topic of discussion. However, they are going to anger management classes to help with it

-Strangling is a common attack it does

-They decorate their prosthetic leg commonly

-VERY much smokes weed and makes edibles. Once tricked Amanda into eating some- and it likes the memory

(5 Facts About Kinger)

-He has a bit of a staring problem, however no one knows why

-He refuses to touch knives of any kind. This was a more recent thing about him, so most people just help him cut things in case he needs any help with it

-Still loves insects, and you can get him to ramble about bugs depending on his mood. He can't help but love em

-He has a nurse help him in his home, however it's not uncommon for Grace, Amanda, or even some of the new outbackers to come back and help him

-Has a daughter, but she moved out of state years ago. They talk occasionally

(5 Facts About Caine)

-He wears a top hat to not only stick to his brand, but also because he's kind of compensating for his height

-He has a small limp to his walk, thus why he constantly has a cane

-Caine's pet is a white pug named Bubble

-Pomni is his favorite customer! He constantly attempts small talk whenever she buys from him because he's always so curious as to why his pigs love her so much

-Although it's undiagnosed, he very much has ADHD and is on the spectrum to some degree

(5 Facts About Marina)

-She was a detective before she even moved into town, however her skills were finally noticed more so thanks to moving there

-She straightens out her hair

-Marina HAS to work in silence or she'll 100% get distracted. Caine's not allowed in her office for that very reason (but he knows)

-She is usually the one to come home late at night and snuggle in with her partner at like 2 in the morning

-Her favorite activity to do is stargazing, finding the night sky to be absolutly beautiful

(5 Facts About Summer)

-She is LOUD. You can and WILL know when she's talking and what she's talking about

-Constantly will ask her sister Marina about Caine. She is VERY wary of him even if Marina keeps telling her to stop

-Never share secrets with her because she IS a gossip girl. She adores to overshare about others and spread rumors just because she finds it fun

-Summer's seen to be a lot better around kids then people closer to her age. Thus why she's a teacher

-Can NOT let go of grudges no matter what

(5 Facts About Gabriela)

-She was the one who came up with the idea of the stripper outfits for her club. It somehow works

-She calls herself the 'Gloink Queen' as a bit of a joke whenever she's on the floor

-Can, will, and HAS flirted with at least half of the adult residence in the town just for the fun of it

-Although she claims to be married, no one has ever met her husband before, and probably never will

-Gabriela is the reason Pomni sees adult based activities as more of a transaction than anything else

(5 Facts About Gareth)

-He has a picture of his mom in his wallet. His mom nicknamed him Gummi at some point, but it's not known why

-He seems bossy, but only around his friends OR when he's upset. He's a lot more chill when one on one

-He has a manual truck that he drives around, but no one is ever impressed by it

-The reason he's good with skinning and cutting up meat is because he helped his dad since his father was a hunter

-His favorite music is country music

(5 Facts About Max)

-He's the one who came up with the idea that him, Gareth, and Chad all wore hats. He somehow convinced them to do so

-He bickers with Jackston a lot because they're both working at the same diner

-Out of the three friends, he's the most likely to flirt with someone, but if they reject him he will respect the fuck out of that

-Constantly forgets how NOT flexible he is as a person, will and has gotten stuck in multiple locations

-Always calls things that almost killed him 'the reaper'. He has also almost died WAY too many times

(5 Facts About Chad)

-He has a super high metabolism, thus why he's so skinny

-Usually carried medication in his fanny pack alongside trail mix and breath mints for some reason

-He's trying SO hard to grow facial hair, but it never cooperates with him like ever

-Chad has a habit of slumping/crouching constantly, and he has back pain as a result

-Is the most likely out of the friend group to be VERY confidently incorrect

(5 Facts About Loo)

-She was born in Britain but moved to the United States for an easier start. Who know it'd lead to being the mayor of a town?

-She's been the mayor for about 5 years by the time Amanda moves back to the town

-She dyes her hair cause she doesn't like the grays that have started to pop up

-She's painfully oblivious to how unhinged the town can be sometimes

-Loo hates being called Penelope unless it's by close friends or family

(5 Facts About Ivy)

-Although she DOES shower, just speaking to them makes you think it doesn't actually shower

-She never thinks before they speak, leading in incredibly horrid things leaving its mouth in common conversation

-Ivy is the only one who actually knows Pomni is a killer, however she finds it very attractive (this is NOT a good thing)

-Their diet consists of purely junk food and as a result it has basically a beer belly

-She has a dark/deep web fanbase, and they simply refer to itself as 'The Influencer' on the web

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If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

If you want to make your own OC for this AU, here's the blank sheet for it!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

💕Hiii beautiful💕

Quiet but smart child where she -unintentionally- gets on everyone's nerves? Like Hades teaching her how to play chess and she easily beats him while still learning the rules, also correcting Jack after he gets one of Shakespeare's poems wrong, pointing out a mistake that Tesla made during his calculations and solving it for him or even correcting Odin when a spell of his isn't working because he misspelled a word so she says which one it is. Just a clueless girl pooping veins in their foreheads with cuteness HAHA

-Your family loved you- they adored you! You were their shining darling little child, but man sometimes they wanted to punt you over the back fence!!

-You were smart- extremely smart, smarter than you should have been at only age six, something that didn’t bother them, as they constantly praised you on your intelligence.

-However, it was that intelligence that was annoying to them at the same time.

-Your family wanted to expose you to as many new things as possible, to make you a well-rounded person, from physical activities like hiking and swimming, to things like painting and music, to science experiments and even doing magic with the few who knew how to use magic.

-Hades’ eyelid was twitching slightly, completely in shock as he was staring down at the chess board- he was teaching you how to play chess, and after a few mock games, mainly to show you how to move certain pieces, you were sitting across from him, holding his king, having beat him in only four moves. HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE?!

-His gaze met your own and he sighed softly, giving you a small smile, “That’s all for today Y/N- time for your magic lesson with Odin.” -You nodded softly, not speaking, which was normal for you, and you slid off the chair and headed towards your next lesson for the day.

-Odin was pleased with your progress on your magic, showing you one of the more advanced spell books for the day as he wanted to challenge you, to see what you could really do.

-When he selected the spell, he chanted the incantation, to show you what the spell should look like, only nothing happened. He tried few more times, getting frustrated as it wasn’t working.

-You looked at the spell book and said the same incantation, with one minor pronunciation and your spell worked, a swirling ball of fire appearing before you.

-Odin’s face dropped, his eye wide as he saw this as the fireball faded and you pointed at the book, “You were saying this word wrong, it’s pronounced with a ‘che’ sound not a ‘ck’ sound.”

-Odin said nothing, as he didn’t trust himself at the moment, opting to just pat your head and shooed you away and you headed off to the next lesson with Nikola. Odin sighed deeply, trying to keep his composure, feeling embarrassed that you corrected him.

-Nikola’s lesson was the shortest, as he was writing an equation down for the two of you to discuss, and like you had laser eyes, you immediately narrowed in on a mistake, “That’s wrong- you didn’t calculate that right.”

-You showed him the calculation and he immediately froze, seeing that it was indeed wrong, which messed up the rest of the massive equation that he now had to correct.

-He held his hands to his face, “Sorry Y/N I don’t feel too good today. Go find Jack.”

-Nikola felt touched that you hugged him around his leg, telling him to get better soon before you wandered off again.

-Nikola knew that you didn’t mean anything cruel by it, you were just stating facts, you really were too smart for your own good.

-Jack was- he felt off. He seemed calm but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was upset, after you corrected him as he was reciting a bonnet from memory, telling him he got a word wrong, as you were following along in a book.

-He thanked you with a warm smile, patting your head, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was mad, something he told you his wasn’t.

-With your lessons done for the day, you went to find Buddha, who promised to take you out for ice cream once your lessons were done with.

-The four men you left devastated in your wake, overcome by your intellect, had to realize that you didn’t realize you were upsetting them, you were just being Y/N- and they had to learn to get over their own egos on what they believe was right when it wasn’t.

-When you arrived back with Buddha with ice cream, in cups, for all of them, thanking them for the lessons, they had to fight hard not to collapse from cuteness- you were just as sweet as you were smart.

[matchadobo]

Hello! Is it possible to request Kid X Reader where the Reader is a virgin and Kid is loving and soft with her? I love soft Kid and how you write Kid in general. Thank you!

KIDD; soft and loving kidd

warning/s: nsfw under the cut, afab reader, has sfw (a bit suggestive bUT ONLY A BIT REALLY LIKE 2%) and nsfw hcs, might melt your heart, the red fonts indicate that it is under the previous bullet

SFW

kidd was your first kiss, first love, and first partner

ahh first kiss with kidd, it would be comical. let's just say, kidd would have had ENOUGH of your cuteness and he'd just march in your room while you were doing your hobbies. he would be so fucking red. you asked him if he was drunk and he said yes.

"i'm fucking obsessed with you." he'd say before going on a rant on how pretty your eyes are, how your touch feels like an absolute wildfire, how your smile is too contagious he loses his cool, how your voice is too pleasant to his ears you could talk about total fucking nonsense and he'd still swoon, and how you always look at him with the same love in your eyes

you were so fucking shocked you started crying

he'd just stand there, like a lamp post, while waiting for you to catch your breath and pick up your jaw

"c-can i kiss you? i'll kiss you." kidd waltzed towards you, bending down to your height, lifting your chin and colliding his lips with yours

his lips was soft and tasted sweet, must be lipstick. the rum made it bitter

once he feels you melt into the kiss, he'd smile through it before angling his face on the other side to kiss you better. he figured you didn't know how to kiss 😖

"you go like this, name." he angled his face one more to the other side, puckering up his lips before sucking on your lower lip. "don't freeze like goddamn ice, okay?" he snorted. "move your lips. kiss me. suck it. follow my rhythm." with each phrase, his actions mimicked his words. you were on fucking fire.

it was a pretty long kiss. you soon got the hang of it. once you two pulled away to catch your breath, kidd's heart almost exploded when he saw how swollen your lips are and how flushed your cheeks were. what a fucking darling you are

it would be absurd to think that someone like you would end up with someone like him. a thorn like him with a rose like you

he'd always have a scowl in his face but when he sees you, it loosens up a bit. he turns into a blushing mess at the littles things you do

since he was your first relationship, you were really navigating the boundaries and hows of it. it also took a lot of patience since, well, it was kidd

he wasn't used to having you follow him around all day but he loves it

you weren't used to having him behind you, arms by your side as he caged you. when he feels you up, humming in your ear, and his cologne drives you nuts

he wasn't used to your habits to sit on his lap without warning

you weren't used to have his arm protectively around you at all times

he wasn't used to your kisses on his face, he started getting conscious if he smells good or if his face was clean

you weren't used to having this big bear that clung onto you, keeping your bed warm

he wasn't used to waking up next to you, seeing you with your guard completely down around him

you weren't used to seeing kidd all vulnerable and wasn't scowling, instead letting you witness what he was under all that cold exterior that you warmed up

he wasn't used to feeling all this fuzzy and warm on the inside even if you weren't even here, he constantly yearns for you

you weren't used to dealing with kidd in his snotty attitude, it took a lot to be understanding but kidd also did his best when he saw you struggling. that was a challenge for him too

"come here, bug. gimme a hug."

"got you a new dress, come on i wanna see you wear it."

"you want it? i'll steal it for ya." then he proceeds to use his df to the stores to leave no trace

when kidd was courting you, yes he learned how to court 🥺, he will always bring you tiny flower trinkets. on special days he'd have really intricate jewelery that had flowers or butterflies. he'd earnestly find you and give it to you, insisting that you receive it personally 😖

when you were on your period, he'd tiptoe in taking care of you 🥺. he'd be met by your snappy attitude to which he would usually fight back but would later surrender for your well-being. man, a flower like you taught kidd to surrender 🥰. he'd have chocolate and sweets. if your cramps are really bad, he'll help you fall asleep to numb it away

"here, have some chocolates. snappin' at me would get you nowhere."

"as if i'd be goin' anywhere when you're sleepin'. you're clunging onto me like crazy."

"bought you pads and tampons, quit fuckin' whinin' and just hug me."

when cuddling, he always reaches under your shirt to rub your stomach. his cold hands felt good in your warm tummy. soon enough he'd be reaching over your mounds or somewhere down there 👀

when he kisses you he always wants to have a long, deep kiss before pulling away. he'd wanna have a goodbye forehead kiss when you two part ways and went on back to what you were both doing individually

kidd would LOVE and NEED to spoil you. making you trinkets, buying you stuff, and doing things with you even if he puts on a facade that he doesn't wanna be there. he just loves seeing the joy in your face!

NSFW

oh boy is he starving for you

but he'd patiently wait until you're ready

and when you are, this animal would be unforgiving

he'd go hard on the foreplay, playing with your tits under your shirt as he thrives on the little moans and whimpers you make. he'd overstimulate you so much you'd be too tired for the actual deed

but don't get me wrong he won't be rough, he'll just be doing A LOT of stimulation

he'd kiss you a lot during your first time, periodically checking if you're feeling okay. it'll be sloppy kisses tho, always have saliva trailing down your skin with lip marks

"sure you can handle it, flower?" a mix of genuine concern and teasing

it'd be missionary. as much as he REVERES reverse cowgirl so he has a full view of that cake, he'd want your first to be special. he'd want your first to be completely skin on skin with him, maintaining eye contact as he slides it in, kissing while moving, and holding hands so you'd have something to squeeze onto. he'd press foreheads with you, easing your knitted brows as you try and take him all in, clenching along the way

as aforementioned, he wouldn't have much trouble in sliding himself in despite his size because of the amount of foreplay he did on you

"aren't you a pretty fuckin' sight like this, aye?"

"so well, so fuckin' good, my love."

"you're close? enjoyed yourself too much, aye?"

he'd stay forehead-to-forehead with you, exchanging breaths as you both released in each other. he'd mumble a low "fuck," as you did a last clench around him with your release when you were desperately clawing at his neck and back with the ecstacy. "went a little wild there, princess." he'd kiss your cheek, tucking the hair sticking on your face behind your ear. he'll gently throw you over his shoulder, so as to not hurt your cunt by stretching it more on a bridal carry, and bring you to the bath to wash up with you

helllooo thank you for requesting 🌷 this was soooo fun to make i really miss my boy 😍 thank you for the support anon 🥺

[sugar-coat-it]

Body piercer! Matty part three 

Part 1, Part 2

I missed writing for this man so much my god he is my everything. If you haven’t read the other parts, go ahead and do that first for context perhaps! 

Fem! Reader

Contains: Mutual pining, cutie newly established relationship, mention of marijuana, proud concert bf Matty, him being protective of girlie at the show, exhibitionism (light petting in the crowd), rough quickie (unprotected), public sex (bathroom), fingering and fucking on the counter, Matty puts his hand over her mouth, mirror sex, choking (with jewelry)

WC: ~6.3k

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PART THREE- Your new boyfriend takes you to a punk show, ending with a quickie in the venue bathroom

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Both you and Matty knew in your hearts that this wasn’t just a fling. Flings didn’t stay up for endless hours on the phone, knowing damn well that you both had work the next morning. Flings also didn’t think about each other for every waking minute, always sending each other sentimental messages when things reminded them of each other. And, they certainly don’t touch you the way Matty touches you: like he’s like he’s been starved of you his entire life. He’d frankly been losing his mind, constantly daydreaming at work as he stared at the Polaroid of the two of you he kept at the front desk, knowing he couldn’t stand not calling you his girlfriend much longer. Not after the past couple of weeks you’d been seeing each other had been some of the best of his life. He was so antsy over the fact that he couldn’t actually call you his that it was eating him alive, where else would he ever find someone as perfect for him as you? His work friends teased him endlessly for being so head over his platform boot heels, telling him how he needed to lock you down as soon as possible. He endearingly calls you his “favorite client”, but you’ve quickly become his favorite everything (“No. You don’t even get it, mate,” he’d said, rambling on to some poor guy whose ears he was piercing, “she's like… the light of my life, really”). But, considering that you couldn’t close your eyes without picturing his pretty brown irises staring back at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges with all his twinkling, wild mirth, you weren’t faring much better.

 Just as you’d hoped from that first night together, his sleepy eyes were in fact now a constant in your life. He asked you to be his girlfriend after taking you back to the same cafe where you’d had your blind date. Needless to say, it was an enthusiastic yes on your part, and everything has been so much brighter since, you can hardly imagine your life without all of his ruckus. Your days with him are long and lazy, and the nights are even longer, often spent wrapped up in his sheets or giggling while curled up on his couch after a smoke session.

You’ve learned a lot about Matty in the time you’ve been together. Like his tendency to leave things in your flat, his ungodly marijuana tolerance levels, and his love for his puppy Mayhem. You’ve also found that he takes his music very seriously. Listening to music is like a ritual to him, one that he refuses to partake in with “trashy” music. You call it snobbery, he calls it having good taste, and lately, he’s been trying to share that taste with you. He’s almost been subtly brainwashing you into getting into his bands, playing their songs in his car, burning some of their tracks on his CD mixtapes for you (always scrawled with cute Sharpie doodles and bad handwriting), humming the melodies of his favorite songs to you while cuddling. Honestly, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t working, you’ve found yourself adding his music to your playlists, combining your styles much like how the mohawked man has slowly rooted his way into every corner of your life. 

So of course, words couldn’t describe how thrilled he was when you agreed to see one of his favorite bands play at a punk rock show. He’d approached you with the idea tentatively, explaining that it was fine if you didn’t want to go, he’d just take one of his mates from work if so. The way his face lit up when you said yes, your heart could have burst as you watched his eyes sparkle with pure unbridled joy. Then, he leaned in and kissed every inch of your face, ignoring your giggles and protests of him tickling you while he declared how much you were going to love it. 

 When the day of the show arrived, you kept your outfit simple: baggy, ripped jeans, a white tank top, a band hoodie, and a studded belt you recovered from the depths of your closet, figuring you’d at least blend in with the grungier crowd that way. You put on one last thing to complete the look, hooking Matty’s chunky, silver chain (that of course, he’d left on your dresser) around your neck. You smile to yourself as you tuck it under your clothes, liking the feel of having him close to your heart like this. When did you become such a sap?

Meanwhile, Matty was pacing around your flat, making sure he had everything he needed and that you’d get there in time for doors. His reasoning for being punctual was much less about him than it was for you. He wanted you to fully experience being close to the stage because he knows how much you like to take pictures at shows, your constantly full phone storage being a telltale sign of that. He was going full-on concert boyfriend mode, also keeping your lipstick and your wallet in his little hip pouch so you wouldn’t have to worry about carrying anything but your phone. He’d clearly thought this through quite a lot, he’d been looking forward to it for weeks. 

A sudden kiss to his cheek quiets the hum of his overactive mind when you approach him, his furrowed brows sloping to a soft look of adoration as he insists on you standing still so he can take a good look at your outfit. He holds his fingers up in front of him in the shape of a square, squinting one eye closed like he’s framing you for a memory. Sure, the relationship was shiny and new, but something about the way he looked at you told you this wasn’t going to dull with time’s cruel hands, not any time soon at least. 

“Ohh, yeah. Very punk rock, baby,” he smiles slyly, chuckling as you roll your eyes. 

“Hardly! I don’t exactly have the wardrobe for this.”

“Shh, nonsense. You’re like a regular Joan Jett, babe. But hotter.”

“But hotter? Wow,” you laugh, now glancing down at the jewelry adorning his hands and wrists, “I like your bracelet.”

Matty cringes, sucking a breath through his teeth while looking up towards the ceiling. He recalls just how he’d obtained said bracelet as a teenager with something to prove. He was never a bad kid, just a highly restless one who got bored too easily. Besides, he never got in any real trouble since his parents would have strung him up by his toes otherwise. 

“Erm, thanks. I think I nicked it when I was a teen.”

“You were a delinquent!?” you exclaim, causing Matty’s loud laughter to ring through the apartment.

“That’s a strong term, innit? Let’s call it… misguided… and stupid. Now c’mon, out the door, miss.” 

You shake your head playfully as he shoos you out of the flat, imagining a younger version of your boyfriend getting into all sorts of mischief. You can almost perfectly picture his toothy, boyish grin as he runs around the streets of his hometown with his mates by his side, freckle-faced and carefree, his curls in an unruly mop on his head. You wonder if you would have gotten along with him in his younger, wilder days. An odd part of you hopes he still would have liked you. 

“Why do you still have it?” you ask as you start your walk to the train together. “What can I say? I’m unbelievably sentimental.”

The train ride is quiet, you share his wireless earbuds and listen to music side by side. The deal was that the queue of songs switched back and forth, you got to play one song, then him. He leans his head against your shoulder, the muss of hair atop the shaved sides of his head grazing your neck. He almost falls asleep as you start to scratch the top of his head. But, inevitably, all of his energy comes rushing back to him when the train comes to a halt. Immediately, he’s grabbing your hand to bound down the street to the venue, shouting about how good of a spot you’re going to get. 

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Once inside, at a glance, you don’t exactly fit in here. A sort of insecurity festers in you as you eye some of the girls dressed in spikes and leather, they looked like they belonged here, and so did your boyfriend. But, you try to shake it off nonetheless, even if you didn’t feel nearly as cool as you wanted to. This place was like the high council of people who exclusively wear clothes with tears in them.

Matty stands close behind you as you pack in with the rest of the grungy-looking crowd. His hands are on your hips as he glances around, making sure that you have enough space to stand comfortably. He knows how these shows can get, and he’s made it his personal mission to make sure no one ruins the experience for you. He shoots a look at any guy who tries to stand too close to you, the coldness of his stare sending them inching away from your personal space with cowardice. In an instant, the mean look is wiped off his face as he glances down at you, seeing how happy you seem to be there with him. He leans down, the cool metal of his chain grazing your neck as he speaks near your ear, just loud enough so you can hear him over the buzz of chatter throughout the venue. 

“Can you see alright?” he asks, giving your hips a little squeeze. 

You nod with a smile, having a fairly clear view of the stage. You’re only about three rows back thanks to Matty’s punctuality. You turn your head, grasping the necklace around his neck gently before pulling him down further so you can kiss his cheek. A grin breaks out on your boyfriend’s face, he can’t help but chuckle at your little move, he loves it when you get bold with him. His lips brush against your ear as he murmurs “little minx” before standing back up to his full height.

Matty talks over the pre-show music as he tells you a bit of background about the bands playing tonight, prattling on about who plays what and what makes them so cool. You listen to him with an enamored look plastered on your face, nodding along even when you have no clue what he’s talking about, but what else is new? It only makes you adore him more with every detail rattled off from the depths of his mind.

“... and this one here I don’t know shit about, to be honest. I reckon they’re probably fine though,” he shrugs, showing you the lineup on his phone. 

You squint at the screen, tapping your nail against one of the names you recognize because of him. You blink up at him prettily, knowing he’s going to get a kick out of what you say next.

“This is the one with the guy who plays the drums with two pedals, right?” you recall, tilting your head at him, knowing damn well that you’re laying it on thick. 

“Yes!! Yes, exactly,” he beams, his eyes instantly lighting up before he presses an enthusiastic kiss to your temple, “That’s my fuckin’ girl. The coolest girlfriend.”

Soon, the show begins, and Matty lets out an excited whoop as the first band makes their entrance, the one he’d bought the tickets for in the first place. He lets go of your hips, taking a small step back to give you the room to dance if you want to. He’s so considerate of you, it makes a glowing sort of warmth swell in your chest. You glance back at him and he gives you two thumbs up, his face scrunching up with a grin that’s so earnestly Matty, you have to resist the urge to just grab him and kiss him till your lips are raw right in the middle of the crowd. Not to mention how fucking good he looks tonight, his tank top allowing his tattooed arms to be on full display, and it should be illegal how tightly those black leather pants cling to his legs.

Your attention turns back to the stage as the first notes ring through the small venue, grungy guitar chords echoing off of the walls. Nothing gives you the same feeling as live music does, the pure thrill it makes rush through you is unmatched (sorry, Matty). The music is harsh, it grates on your ears, but in the best way possible. It’s invigorating, fucking electrifying, it’s thrumming in the hollow of your chest. You feel alive. Matty leans over to see it all happen from just a step away, watching the stage lights reflect in your eyes. He hadn’t looked at the band once, this was far more mesmerizing than anything that could be happening up there. You’ve completely captured his attention, and when you start bobbing your head to the beat and singing along to the chorus, Matty almost drops to one knee right then and there. He’s already mentally noted that this song will in fact be played at your wedding reception.

As the set goes on, his eyes stay on you for the majority of the time, he’s just so taken by watching you have this much fun hearing his music, which is now your music too. He’s simply beaming with pride. Every time you look back at him with that thrilled look on your face while you’re moving to the rhythm only solidifies to him that you’re his absolute dream girl. And of course, he’s having the time of his life too. Matty mouthes along to all of the words, nodding his head in a way that makes his quaffed mohawk bounce with his movements. And, shit, it’s hot in the crowd, you can feel the heat radiating off of the bodies moving around you. The hoodie you brought may have been an oversight, you can practically feel your mascara melting off of your lashes. 

The show goes on, and when the moshing in the middle of the crowd gets increasingly rowdy, one man gets shoved and sent hurtling past the bodies between you and the mosh pit. You quickly hold your hands out to brace for the impact, knowing this can’t end well as you prepare to meet your leather-jacketed doom. The man is visibly very intoxicated and he would have stumbled straight into your body from the momentum if Matty’s hands hadn’t shot out to block him, catching him by his shoulders.

“Oi! Watch where you’re fuckin’ going, fuck’s sake!” Matty spits, sending him back toward the pit with a light push. 

Now, had Matty done his fair share of moshing and getting absolutely catapulted into other people at breakneck velocity? Yes. It’s not even entirely the guy’s fault that he almost crashed into you, he was pretty drunk and didn’t have his wits or his balance about him, but in Matty’s mind, he might as well have tried to tackle you to the ground WWE style. 

“I could have caught him!” you argue over the music, laughing at the bitter look on your boyfriend's face.

Matty raises an eyebrow at you and shakes his head with an amused smile, but doesn’t argue. Maybe you could have, but he wasn’t about to let some sloshed idiot break his girlfriend's back because that’s his job, dammit. 

The band’s set is finished with a bang, the final chords echoing in your ears as you try to catch your breath from moving almost nonstop, your heart thundering against your ribs. You turn around to face Matty with a giant grin plastered on your face, letting out a breathless, excited laugh. He just chuckles, eyeing the strands of hair sticking to your face from the sheen of sweat, your smudged makeup rimming your wide eyes. He’s not in much better shape, his tank top is clinging to his body like a second skin. By this point, your hoodie feels like it has its own climate, and you’re dying to peel it off. 

“Fun?” he asks, as you start to lift the fabric over your head.

“Oh my god, yeah,” you breathe, your voice muffled by the hoodie. 

“I-”

His next words die in his throat as his eyes immediately snap to your chest, his breath catching as he spots the clear outline of your nipple piercings through your drenched, white tank top and- was that one of his chains around your neck? He feels a stir in his tight leather pants as his mouth slightly drops, he can’t remember ever being so instantly and completely turned on. Heat ripples through his body, climbing up to his face as he shamelessly stares at your tits. Not only were you showing off his skillful work, but your pretty neck was adorned with the chain he’d forgotten all about at your place. It might even look better on you than it does on him.

 You’re tying your hoodie around your waist when you catch the look on his face, your brows knitting together with confusion till you follow his gaze and find your piercings proudly displayed through your shirt. As the realization dawns on you, you look up at your boyfriend with a coy smile. Matty shudders, lust crowding his mind as he struggles to come up with a coherent thought, one that isn’t wildly pornographic. He can actually feel his hands tense with the urge to grasp, to lay claim to you with his fingertips. You simply look up at him through your lashes, watching him short-circuit right before your eyes. 

Before he has the chance to say or do anything, the next band comes onto the stage, the crowd roaring to life a second time. You give him a knowing look before turning back around to face the direction of the music. Matty swallows hard, raking a hand through his mohawk like he’s grappling with demons… and losing.

The music is nothing more than a pulsing beat in his skull, his attention is fully on the back of your head. He begins to inch forward to you, his hands finding a home on your hips while you vibe to the beat. He brings your hips back against him, feeling your movements stutter as the protrusion in his trousers presses into your ass as if to say “Feel what you did to me?”. You get the message loud and clear, draping your weight against him, your head lolling back against his shoulder as you both rock to the beat of the drums, sweaty skin to sweaty skin. Matty’s hands begin to wander, mapping over the damp fabric of your tank top, up your stomach, over your ribs till- oh. You gasp, the stage lights strobing under your closed eyes as he squeezes your tits through your top. Matty can distinctly feel the barbells through the thin fabric, it drives him fucking wild. Your lips part as you melt into him like honey, your skin feels like it’s on fire as the music blares through the venue. Your stomach swoops when he dares to flick the piercings with his fingertips, danger humming in your veins as he gets bolder, as if you’re not surrounded by a sea of people. Your eyes snap open, you quickly glance around to find that everyone’s far too enthralled with the show to notice, not that Matty would give a shit if they did. No one can hear the way you whimper when he pinches your nipples. You stare down at the large hands that possessively grope your breasts, feeling a throb resound between your thighs. 

“Matty, you said this was the band you don’t know, right?” you call to him, your voice uneven and unnaturally high-pitched. 

His heavily lidded eyes look almost black with the way they darken as he reads between the lines. Even if it was one of the bands he liked, he’s pretty sure absolutely nothing could stop him from doing what comes next, not when his dick is this hard, and you’ve teased him this salaciously. Wordlessly, Matty lets go of your chest and grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd towards the exit. He moves fast, the urgency in his strides and on his face likely making people move out of the way quicker. You’d feel concerned about losing your spot up front if your mind wasn’t so scrambled with need, your legs rushing to keep up with your lanky boyfriend. 

Your head is spinning as he swiftly leads you into the nearest gender-neutral bathroom. Matty’s hands are on you the moment he closes and locks the door, he’s all over you in every sense of the term. You breathe in the musk of his sweat between the melding of your lips. The kiss is messy, it’s searingly hot as he desperately licks into your mouth, his fingertips digging into your hip bones. He backs you up blindly until your hips meet the bathroom counter, his hands reaching to undo the hoodie tied around your waist and toss it aside without breaking the kiss once. You didn’t think you could get much hotter than you were in the crowd, but now you’re burning up from the inside with white-hot desire.

Matty hastily turns you around to face the bathroom mirror, tagged with graffiti and littered with lipstick prints at the border. It was clear that the space was well-loved, but clean. A culmination of every aspiring artist and sticker enthusiast in the area, almost no spot on the wall was left untouched. Your eyes are drawn away from the decor as Matty grasps your jaw from behind you, turning your head to make you meet the almost feral look in his eyes through the mirror. He holds you that way as he leans down to press dire, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, his other hand snaking down your front to unbutton your pants. The feeling of his tongue stud soothing over faded love bites only makes you weaker in the knees. Matty fumbles with the zipper of your jeans for a moment before he shoves the clothing down your legs, the fabric pooling around your ankles. It’s clear that he’s not wasting time with his usual delicate, worshiping caresses of your thighs while he undresses you, this is an electrified frenzy. 

“No bra, baby? Is that how you want to play?” he mutters, his lips grazing the column of your neck teasingly. 

“I-I didn’t-” you begin to protest, only to be cut off by your own moan as he gives a rough pinch to your nipple through your top.

Matty follows the curve of your midsection with his hand, intense honey-colored eyes locked on you through your reflection, the image swirled at the edges with colorful spray paint. A shudder reverberates through your body as his fingers venture lower, dipping below the waistband of your soaked panties. Your body instinctually arches backward against his, mewling when his calloused fingertips brush against your swollen clit. It’s like he can light up every one of your senses with just a graze, your breath getting shallower by the second. You feel his stiff cock twitch in his trousers as you press yourself impossibly closer to him, every inch of his glowing skin flush against your back. Matty continues his loving assault on your neck as his thick digits gather the arousal pooling between your thighs. Your dazed vision trails downward as you stare at his hand shoved inside your panties from behind you, watching the fabric shift with every movement of his skilled hand. You whine as he circles your slit before beginning to sink his slicked fingers into you, your eyes squeezing shut as the dizzying pleasure thrums in your veins. 

“Shhh. You know how much I love your pretty noises, baby, but be good, okay? Can you do that? Don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, do you?” he murmurs, dragging his plush bottom lip against your ear lobe. 

You nod wordlessly, afraid that if you open your mouth, noise will overflow from you uncontrollably, his fingers being knuckle-deep in you is just too damn good. If you don’t control yourself, anyone outside could hear you, could know how good your boyfriend is filling you with his fingers, satisfying you to your very core. The thought of it alone makes your heart hammer in your chest harder. You don’t want them to know… because that would be wrong, it would be undignified… it’d be… kind of hot.

 His digits stretch you open as he begins to diligently pump them in and out of you, curling them towards the spot that he knows will make you see stars. He works quickly, his pace is almost feverish from his determination to make you fall to pieces as efficiently as he can. Matty’s other hand is groping your breast, squeezing the fullness of it, his rings pressing into your flesh through your thin tank top. You bite down on your lip hard enough that you think you might tear the flesh open, desperately trying to keep your whimpers quiet. Matty’s gaze on you is cautionary, his eyebrows slightly raised like he’s testing you, seeing just how much you can take. 

The last of your defenses come crumbling down as the pad of his thumb presses against your clit, the flood of sensations making a moan burst from your throat as he begins to draw tight circles on the bundle of nerves. In an instant, Matty’s hand is off of your chest and is clasped over your mouth, muffling any noise. Fuck.

“I mean it. Pipe down, or I’ll stop,” he says sternly, smirking at you as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers. 

“No- no, please don’t stop,” you babble against his palm like the idea of it was simply unbearable.

Matty’s hand stays firmly over your mouth as he withdraws his fingers from inside you, ignoring the way you squirm in protest, whining uselessly. He tugs your ruined panties down your legs, letting them join your pants in a heap around your ankles. It’s almost embarrassing how you can hardly contain your desire, but he likes it that way, knowing how needy you are.

“Matty, please, fuck, need it,” you mumble, and he can see the way your desire is clawing at you from the inside just from a glance.

“Be patient for me, my love,” he smiles, hurriedly pulling himself out of his uncomfortably skin-tight pants with his free hand, “You’ll get what you want. Being stuffed full with my cock, hm?”

You whimper as Matty nudges your legs further apart with his foot, leaning you forward over the counter onto your elbows. He whistles lowly at the sight of you, his eyes following down your spine, over the curve of your ass, and to your dripping pussy. You tremble slightly as he reaches between your legs, collecting your honey on his fingers before spreading it over his shaft, slicking himself with your arousal. A whine vibrates against the palm Matty holds over your mouth as you swing your hips in a desperate attempt to entice him. He just chuckles darkly, keeping his hand securely in place as starts to guide his cock through your folds, the head kissing your aching clit as he rubs it back and forth. 

Matty doesn’t waste a second longer, you can hardly process it before he’s pushing inside of you, gasping as he fills you inch by inch. His fingertips press into the side of your face as he tightens his hold on your mouth to muffle your mewls, watching as your lashes flutter, your face contorting with pleasure. He can feel your hot, heavy breaths fanning into his palm, your chest heaving as he bottoms out inside of you. Matty groans loudly, tossing his head back as he’s fully surrounded by your velvety warmth, forgetting his own volume rules that he’d set for you. Hypocrite.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good,” he sighs, reaching to pull your tank top over your breasts, “Stay like that for me, yeah? Wanna see your perfect tits.”

He barely allows you a moment to breathe before he’s snapping his hips against you roughly, letting out a strained grunt with every thrust. Sensations trickle up your spine like flickering flames as a muffled cry spills out of you. Matty angles his hips just right, hitting so deep inside you that you feel as though you’re being split open by each drive of his cock, it’s mind-numbing. Your whole body jolts against the counter with his purposeful movements, the edge of the porcelain biting into your hip bones. He can hardly focus on just one thing, his gaze darting from where he’s disappearing inside of you, to your gorgeous face, to your breasts. Matty’s raspy voice makes your eyes refocus on him, you watch in the mirror as he licks his teeth like he wants to devour you whole.

“You see how pretty you look? No, no, sweetheart, don’t look at me, look at yourself. God, isn’t she pretty?” he drawls, “You look so sexy, wearing my chain like that while you’re taking my cock.”

At his instruction, you meet your own eyes through the reflection, your eyebrows sloping as you realize that he’s right, you do look pretty when he’s fucking you. Your rosied cheeks, your blown pupils, your glowing skin… and your boyfriend’s hand over your mouth. Your chain bounces against your collarbones in tandem with your pierced tits, it’s no wonder he’s loving this position so much, he gets to watch everything at once. While you’re gazing at yourself, Matty reaches around and begins to rub two fingers on your clit, swirling them in intoxicatingly quick figure eights. You watch your own eyes go wide as the pleasure ricochets through your bones, making you light-headed. This must be the expression Matty lives for when he’s got you like this, the face to his sweetest wet dreams. You’re almost mesmerized by seeing yourself get railed to high heaven, it’s sort of an odd feeling.

In one swift motion, Matty lets go of your face and grasps the chain around your neck, pulling it taut against your throat from behind, ripping a shocked cry from your lips. 

“Ohh, she liked that one,” he grins lazily, tilting his head back with a groan as he feels your walls clamp down on him like a vice, “Shit, not gonna last if you keep doin’ that, god damn.”

It feels like he’s stolen the air directly from your lungs as he lightly chokes you with the silver links you’d so slickly “borrowed” from him. Even just the slight restriction of oxygen has you reeling, your eyes rolling back as your hands claw at the counter, your whole body buzzing with mortifying heights of exhilaration. It’s a dizzying combination of thrill and precarious risk as Matty keeps a tight hold on the chain while fucking you with such vigor that you don’t feel attached to your body, the counter being your only loose grasp on reality. It only makes every drive of his cock feel that much more visceral, the tension coiling tighter in your belly. Heat prickles at your cheeks and the bridge of your nose at the purely obscene sounds of him thrusting into your sopping cunt, skin on skin echoing through the small space while his fingers abuse your clit.

It’s all building up so fast, quicker than usual due to Matty’s frenzied rhythm, his hips meeting yours again and again, unrelentingly. You bite back a wail as the tension so deep inside you reverberates in crackling pangs, threatening to break you to pieces as you arch backward. Your hips writhe against his hand both like you’re chasing the friction and trying to thrash away from its intensity. He can tell you’re on the edge of euphoria, teetering with every swipe of his fingers, every slam of his hips. He gives the chain a harsh tug, knowing it’ll send you spiraling into the depths of pleasure just beyond your fingertips.

“Fuck!” you gasp, one of your hands flying to grip his wrist as your mind goes impossibly blank, your nails digging into his skin, “I’m gonna- I-I can’t!”

“Shit, me too, angel. So close. Oh, fuck, cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for me while I fill you up,” he grunts, a burst of energy coming over him as he manages to piston into you even more brutally. 

It crashes over you like a thunderous wave, spiraling through you from your dizzied head to the tips of your curled toes. He lets go of the chain, putting his hand over your mouth again to stifle your cry, the disorienting rush of oxygen almost making your knees give out from underneath you, and they just might have if Matty hadn’t kept you supported against the counter. It feels like pure white light is fizzling under your eyelids as Matty makes you reach the stars with your climax, dousing you in pulsating bliss as you clench around him tightly. He lets out a deep, animalistic sound as he spills inside of you, warmth flooding your insides as he fucks you through your orgasm, his rhythm beginning to falter from the effort. 

“Fuuuck!” he hisses through gritted teeth, along with other breathy strings of profanities. 

Slowly, his body stutters to a stop, giving one last roll of his hips before he collapses over you as delicately as he can, enveloping you with his chest to your back. He lovingly presses kisses to the back of your neck as your head hangs forward slightly, both of you gasping to catch your breath. 

“H-holy shit, babe. You’re so good…you’re fucking incredible,” he mutters, seeming just as dazed as you are. 

He can’t seem to stop complimenting you and loving on you as he keeps you held up with his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin as you both come down from the highest of highs. The afterglow clouds your head in a way that makes you feel like you’re floating with Matty being your only anchor to the ground. 

“Matty…” you mumble, reaching back blindly for his face.

“I’m right here. Right here, love,” he whispers, guiding your palm to his cheek. 

You smile warmly as you feel the scruffy sides of his head at your fingertips, Matty keeping his hand over yours sweetly. At the same time you both glance upwards at the mirror, letting out simultaneous giggles as you appreciate the state you’re in. He leans to kiss your cheek, peering into your eyes adoringly through the reflection, pulling your top back down over your breasts. 

“Oh my god… we’re a mess,” you snort, rubbing aimlessly at your runny mascara with your free hand.

“You mean you’re a mess, I look damn good,” he jokes, starting to slowly ease you both back up into a standing position. 

You both let out a breathy sound as he pulls out of you slowly, his cum beginning to streak down your thighs. Of course, Matty stares, swallowing thickly like he’ll never quite get used to the sight while he shimmies back into his pants. Diligently, he reaches for a handful of paper towels, keeping a gentle hold on your hip. You reach to try and smack his arm when he laughs at the way your legs are trembling, your knees wobbling due to how hard he’d railed you. He dodges the blow, grinning at you triumphantly.

Matty gently wipes away the residue of his pearly release, whispering a hushed “I know, I know” when you squirm at the sensitivity. Once he discards the paper towels, he kneels down to pull your underwear and your jeans back up, kissing his way up the outside of your leg as he does so, looking into your eyes with a playful glint. He kisses you deeply while he buttons your pants with nimble hands, not even letting you lift a finger as he takes care of his girl. You throw your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as he teases his tongue piercing along your bottom lip just to make you shiver. 

“My perfect girl,” he mumbles against your mouth.

You stay in the bathroom for just a little longer, kissing and whispering sweet things to each other while your bodies fully come down, Matty shouting at whoever keeps intermittently knocking on the door to fuck off. You can’t help but feel a little tinge of guilt in your stomach for “christening” the restroom the way you did, but you highly doubt you were the first. 

After he reassures you that the makeup streaked down your cheeks is “hardcore” and that you should leave it the way it is, you finally leave to re-enter the show (not before one final, drawn-out kiss, of course). Your boyfriend keeps you close by his side, his fingers interlocked with yours as you find yourselves at the very back of the pit, scattered with only a few other people. Matty guides your arms around his neck, grinning at you like a fool as you start to rock back and forth to the rhythm of the drums. His smile is infectious as he leans in to rest his forehead against yours, singing to you when the song reaches its chorus. He looks incredibly dorky as mimics the wail of the guitar solo, swinging his hips while his hands rest comfortably on your waist, almost like you’re about to slow dance. You tell him as such and Matty just tosses his head back with a laugh like a little kid. His eyes are sparkling, but not just from the iridescent stage lighting, it’s the look he gets only when he’s with you. You feel your heart swell in your chest as you continue to dance like you’re the only two in the venue, and he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the whole world. 

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SO I was a liar and I did write another part. I intended this to be a blurb but I had so many more thoughts about them and their relationship eeeeee

The ending was soooo “do you wanna dance, dance at the back of the hall”

I love them. I need them to be happy forever actually. 

This one is dedicated to my lovely lovely friend B (@haveyouseenherlately) thank you so much for the ideas, you get body piercer like no one else, queen. Love you!!!

Go check out her stuff if you haven’t it SLAYS <3

[archangeldyke-all]

Sev with a ver nerdy reader. Very loser vibes with glasses and all. Could you write about how they meet and get together? How their relationship would be and what would other think or do about such a contrast couple?? Xxx love youuuuu

aweee i fucking love this

men and minors dni

singed is a mad genius, you'd never deny that. but mad geniuses tend to get caught up in the whirlwind of their revolutionary thoughts and creations, and they leave behind important things like, you know, numbers. or studies. or a general respect for the scientific method.

so while singed spends his days tinkering in his lab, you spend your days sitting beside him, trying to decipher his discoveries into a language people who aren't mad geniuses can understand.

this is just to say: you're a glorified lab assistant.

you don't know how you caught sevika's eye. you're polar opposites.

sevika fights for a living, she can command a room with a single look, and she's got women swooning for her everywhere she goes. you scribble calculations in a basement for a living, sometimes you and singed are so focused that you don't even speak to each other for days at a time, and you're aware that your glasses, frumpy clothes, and lack of awareness when it comes to style don't exactly make you sexy.

but... somehow, you've enchanted her.

you first met a few months ago, when singed brought you along to a meeting with silco to have you help demonstrate a new varient of shimmer.

typically, singed takes these meetings alone. he likes to keep his science life and his shady dealings as separate as possible-- plus, he knows how nervous you get. but, the new variant required at least two pair of hands to properly prepare, and you were kind of hoping to meet silco's elusive kid-genius foster daughter. singed sings her praises on the daily.

jinx, unfortunately, didn't show up, but sevika did. and you nearly shat yourself, because the woman didn't take her sharp gaze off you for the entire demonstration.

afterwards, when you were packing up in the empty office as singed and silco chatted in the bar downstairs, sevika tracked you down. "hey."

you screamed as you turned around, dropping a vial of shimmer on the ground. she chuckled. "f-fuck sorry." she said, holding her hands up. "didn't mean to sneak up on you."

you pushed your glasses up your nose and just shrugged. "'s okay. i-i'm just jumpy." you whispered.

"you're cute." she'd said.

and then, because you've never been able to be normal about anything in your life, you passed out.

so, the start of your and sevika's relationship was a bit tumultuous. she had to spell it out for you, many times, that she finds you endlessly endearing and adorable.

"during that first meeting. singed read something off his notes but didn't understand, so you explained it to him. just you rambling a bunch of nerd shit, but you made it sound so simple, and you had this sweet sparkle in your eye-- i dunno." she shrugs, then pushes your glasses up your nose for you.

you guys actually balance each other out really well. sevika encourages you to have a bit more of a backbone, you help her see the softer side of things.

she's obsessed with your constant nerdy ramblings. she learns so much from you. she can point to anything and ask you about it, and you'll have an answer.

she'd also never admit it to anyone, but she loves your fantasy books. the nerdier and more complex the better. sometimes, she'll have you read whatever book you're reading outloud, and more times than not, she falls asleep within ten minutes to the sound of your voice.

she's constantly pushing your glasses back up your nose for you. if she notices a smudge, she'll gently take them off your face, clean them with the hem of her shirt, then push them back on your face.

she's obsessed with eating you out while you read or work. she likes to watch you struggle to maintain your focus-- which is usually so laser sharp.

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[4ranghaes]

soo,, you're not-compared-to-others-good at song fics (i'm reading them with a great pleasure that you can imagine!! ty for your hard work 🐝⭐) butt what if you find time to write maybe some kind of your associations with boys based on 80s-90s movies?? i think they're all a type of retro bfs ❤️‍🩹 shout out to leehan and patrick swayze parallels istg.......

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as old movie bfs

ot6 bnd x reader [fluff]

a/n - anonie your mind😍😍 i LIVE off old movies this is one of the best asks i’ve ever received

sungho ~ william thacker from notting hill

thinking specifically about the scene where he crawls across the bed to look at her boobs under the duvet. constantly wearing his glasses as you sit and watch films. stuttering as he tries to be polite as possible offering any food or drink he has available, always such a gentleman. sitting out on the terrace in a terribly boyfriend fit of button-ups and barefeet. protecting you in situations even when he comes across as a total fool. actually does many foolish things, but it’s okay, because you think he’s lovely <3

riwoo ~ cameron james from 10 things i hate about you

smitten from the moment he lays eyes on you. will learn new skills specifically to try and get closer to you. unrelentless in his pining, but always polite and respectful. drives you home. waits until you want to kiss him. may be one of many waiting in line, the more extroverted, brash men trying their hardest to get to you. but he knows he’ll get you in the end.

jaehyun ~ duckie from pretty in pink

for this i’m going back to the original ending of duckie ending up with andie. your best friend. loud, bright, funny, eccentric, and absolutely head over his heels in love with you. even as a friend, is loud and proud about how much he loves you and how beautiful he thinks you are. diligently plays his role as a friend, because he knows you’ll see him for what he is in the end. watches you love and be tortured by other men, helps you when you fall. dedicates everything to you. is so serious about being your future, he’d buy you a house ^-^

taesan ~ kevin dolenz from st. elmo’s fire

tortured poet who would rather go months and months without any romantic or sexual interaction than not have you. watches you with your boyfriend (his best friend) in a haze of jealousy while trying to bury it down deep. he knows he’s cheating on you, he knows you deserve better, but he doesn’t want to break your heart. doesn’t mean to hurt his best friend by swooping in after it falls apart, he’s just loved you for so long he can’t wait another moment for you. starts writing again after you finally know his feelings for you, he’s found happiness again.

leehan ~ ferris bueller from ferris bueller’s day off

okay this is such a strange decision to make im sure because anonie i also agree about patrick swayze, but think about it. charismatic extrovert, not overly loud but just brimming with confidence in everything he does. just wants to have fun and spend time with his loved ones while enjoying his youth, but at the same time, he knows he loves you so much he’s already ready to marry you. he’s not joking either, no matter how much he jokes about other things, this, he’s quite serious about. will organise the craziest things and go to the strangest lengths just to see you smile.

woonhak ~ knox overstreet from dead poet’s society

obsessed. this is his yawp. this is his reason for poetry and art. he doesn’t think he can go on unless he gets you, or at least lets you know how he feels. he knows you have a scary older boyfriend, but maybe you’d see how much of a tool he is once you knew how much he loved you instead! you inspire him and he was right in the end, once you knew him, you did need him too.

[sunflowersandchrysanthemums]

Why is SatoSugu so compelling?

Oftentimes, I gravitate to ships with solid characters who end up with poor writing decisions. Just look at any of my past Kalpollo fics, but SatoSugu defies this. Instead, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are some of the best-written characters I've encountered in a long time. Expertly crafted as individual characters, a duo, and in their respective roles in the larger story of JJK. I believe it is within this masterful writing between these two characters that we find what makes the Ship so compelling.

Stirring beyond the surface of their ship tropes, we find a narrative that simultaneously presents us with two opposing questions: What change would need to happen to impact their fates? and would those changes be enough?

For more details and nerd stuff, see footnotes at the end of the post.

My intention here is not to provide a character analysis or study on what makes Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto great characters, instead, what I am doing is reflecting on my personal reactions to this ship in order to better understand why I find it so compelling. (1) As well as doing some critical analysis of the writing.

When I get into a ship, I find a sense of compulsion to write fanfiction. My previous endeavors into fanfiction were fuelled by a desire to write these characters better endings and, more importantly, work through some personal trauma. (2) The end result is a fic that satisfies both needs, I get to create or explore these beloved characters more and gain personal insight.

So far, this has not been the case for SatoSugu, like everyone in this ship, I just want to see them to be happy. Similar to before, my first thought upon writing a fic was what would need to happen for them to have a happy ending; it seemed like a simple enough task. Instead of diving head first into writing, I found myself stuck with how well-written they were.

When I write fanfiction, I try to stay as true to the characters as possible, but these two have made this quite a challenge. Gege wrote them so well that I have constantly found myself doubting if these characters would do the things I imagine in my fics. I'll go on a fic planning session feeling great only to learn something new or remember a small detail about them, causing me to completely rethink my perspective.

I, as a writer, am stuck with determining how much would I need to change about their story for them to have an ending where they work together to change their society without completely altering what makes their characterization so compelling.

This conflict helps demonstrate just how well crafted Gege wrote these characters. So much of who they are, their personalities, their quirks, and their uniqueness, is tied directly to the events of Hidden Inventory/Premature Death. It is not an exaggeration to conclude that without HI/PD happening the rest of the events in JJK would not have happened or would have been drastically different. Again, now leaving me with the question, if HI/PD doesn't happen, then how much of Satoru's and Suguru's characterization is impacted? Am I still staying true to the characters? (3)

It is within this conflict that Gege has incited in many of us, both viewers/readers and creatives, that we find why the ship is so compelling to us. It makes us question ourselves, question what choices we would make, and think beyond what is shown to us to understand our interpretations. Never before have I had such a long and continuous visceral reaction when thinking about what happens to these characters. Their stories make me cry, but they also make me think.

They inspire me to not just reflect on their characters but to create something of my own and for that, I thank you Gege for giving the world this deeply compelling ship.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Footnotes

Academically, what I am doing is phenomenological analysis, most in line with feminist thought; reflecting on personal experience to gain insight into a topic. In this case, I am using my personal reactions to SatoSugu as a part of gaining a better understanding of why I find them so compelling.

See my AO3 fics, Hues of Blue and Gray, and Apollo's Fathers

This is just my personal goal for fanfiction and not a statement on other writers' interpretations of Satour and Suguru

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Is that really JuanaFlippa?

Based on everything we know right now, the answer is "no"

What's more likely is that this is a Binary Monster pretending to be JuanaFlippa.

On a meta level, we know the admins of dead QSMP Eggs said they won't reprise their roles, but it's no fun to base lore analysis on meta alone, so here's a lore explanation for my reasoning:

First, and perhaps the most obvious explaination: JuanaFlippa never had cracks in her shell. She died long before the event where all the Eggs got kidnapped and were returned with cracked shells, yet this "JuanaFlippa" had cracks. What's interesting to note here is that during the Election Dinner when the fake Chayanne and Tallulah tried to trick Phil, he immediately pointed out that they didn't have cracks in their shell while the real Chayanne and Tallulah did. Perhaps the imposter was trying to overcompensate for their previous mistake by adding cracks to JuanaFlippa's shell not realizing that she never had them in the first place.

The reason why I specifically say this is a Binary Monster is because of the signs she left:

We've already seen the Binary Monster(s) try to replicate regular non-binary writing before when Etoiles encountered the fake Dapper and fake Tallulah (the book he showed Forever pictured below):

"My Dapper me na name" —> "My name is Dapper"

We know the Codes are constantly evolving and learning, so naturally their writing is getting better too (though we can clearly see 1s and 0s and other errors in "Flippa's" signs despite this).

But what's the Code's motivation in doing this?

In the past, we saw the Code(s) mimic Eggs because they wanted to attack and kill Presidential candidates— but that's a pretty recent development. Remember: before the elections, they were attacking the Eggs (though they also attacked Maximus and Cellbit at one point). The motivations of the Binary Monster(s) has always been unclear, and there's a lot of potential roads we could go down while theorizing, but in the interest of keeping this as relevant to the current discussion as possible, I'll focus on just one:

We have strong evidence to believe that the Binary Monster didn't want Islanders to stay on the island. It kept attacking the Eggs and leaving behind signs that said "Last Warning," strongly implying that it was trying to chase them away.

HOWEVER: shortly before the elections, QSMPGlobal tweeted an image of the Binary Monster above the Federation building.

[ Note: I thought I had this photo saved, but I didn't. I've been scrolling through their media tab for 5 minutes and Twitter crashed, so I'll have to add this photo later. It’s very late and I am so so tired. ]

This is the first time the Federation acknowledged the existence of the Binary Monster, and afterward, it said Islanders wouldn't need to worry about it attacking them. Why would the Federation suddenly acknowledge this physical embodiment of a mistake, an error, on their (supposedly) perfect Island?

The answer? The Federation took control of the Binary Monster. Why else would they suddenly deem it "not a threat"?

We could clearly see the Binary Monster deteriorating over time during the election arc. It looked shabbier and shabbier as time went on during the election arc. Something was clearly wrong with it (perhaps whatever the Federation was doing to control it hurt the Code in some way? Maybe the Federation experimented on it and made their own Binary Monsters?) But I digress-

The next time we see the Binary Monster after the Election ends is on Tazercraft's recent stream this week. Not only does it have a new upgrade (the strange OP sword Cellbit + Etoiles saw records of), it also ignores Richarlyson and opts to take a swing at Pac and Mike instead.

Now here's where things get really weird.

Earlier this week, we also saw the Binary Monster on Etoiles' stream. It didn't attack him, and instead leads him to a sharestone, which teleported him to a portal. He's given this image, then is kicked from the QSMP with the message: "The Nether Awaits."

So what does this have to do with JuanaFlippa?

...Well, that's the question, isn't it?

This is where things start getting murkier. I want to draw our attention to two specific things Flippa said before she left:

"It's not safe out there for me."

"Please keep this a secret."

The Binary Monster has already proven time and time again it's a force to be reckoned with. Why would it need to hide? Is it so that it can get closer to Charlie? (And if so, why? To mimic him? To get information?) I think a likelier answer is that the Binary Monster is trying to hide from the Federation itself.

Perhaps whatever the Federation did to shackle it— whether they experimented on it or copied it or whatever— left it damaged and weak. Or perhaps it isn't damaged at all; it just needs to lay low and needs someone else to do its dirty work for it (like sending Etoiles on a quest to find that strange shield in the Nether).

Unfortunately, a lot of this amounts to speculation because we simply don't have enough information yet. (It's also very very very late for me, so this analysis is purely driven by sleep-deprived madness and love for QSMP lore and JuanaFlippa).

Whatever's going on, we need to be very careful and think carefully about this being's motivations. Like Cellbit said: "Eyes always open."

Anyways, feel free to share your thoughts in the tags or comments or whatever, it's always fun hearing what people think of my analysis posts. You can find other analysis posts in my QSMP Info and QSMP talk tag.