#i realize it may have rambled a bit in the middle

[umbral-reign]

There is a post that comes across my dash every so often which talks about the two fundamental kinds of tragedies: the story that is tragic because it was always going to end in sorrow; and the story that is tragic because it didn't *have* to end in sorrow.

The latest episode of Wheel of Time (2x07) is, I think, an example of the latter - and yet, at the same time, I think it was a tragedy that was *destined* to happen.

I know there are theories concerning Compulsion having been used on Siuan (and possibly some other theories about why she acted as she did in Cairhien), and I do not at all want to discount them because honestly it would make sense. But, taking the events of the episode at face value - as much as I hate it, and as much as I personally wish it had gone a little differently, I do think that the way Moiraine and Siuan's conflict culminated was a horrible, tragic example showing just how toxic, damaging, and outright dangerous the fundamental traditions of the White Tower (and even culture of the Aes Sedai) are and have become.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I do think that this episode, more than any of the others yet, suffered from the limited episodes Rafe/the writers were given to work with. It felt rushed, and we didn't get the chance to breathe with any of the characters in the really intense and honestly critical emotional scenes (e.g. the scene at the beginning where Moiraine and Siuan talk).

And it's there - the first scene with Moiraine and Siuan - that I think the tragedy that was to come was irrevocably decided. Because if Siuan had stopped, had listened, had given Moiraine the time she needed to be able to talk about what was happening, I think the whole mess could have been avoided. But Siuan didn't.

And I understand why, I think. Siuan was afraid and hurt. To her point of view, Moiraine had made it clear that she had cut her out of her confidence and counsel. Moiraine had been purposefully neglecting to share critical information with Siuan, and that information was very impactful on her ability to fill her role in the plan. To Siuan, I'm sure it absolutely looked like Moiraine had already broken faith with her - had already decided it wasn't *them* trying to find and protect and ready the Dragon Reborn, but *Moiraine* alone. Whether Siuan thought that choice was made from pride, grief, or Moiraine distrusting/distancing herself from Siuan, I don't think it would matter really. To Siuan, the outcome was the same.

It wasn't her and Moiraine against the world anymore. It was her, and Moiraine, and the world.

And Moiraine had proven herself incapable - at least, that's what it looked like.

There were plenty of ways that this could have been avoided. Moiraine could have been more open and forthright. Lan could have told Siuan about his suspicions regarding Moiraine's stilling. There are likely things that Alanna or even Verin could have said that would have inclined one (or the other, or even both! all three of them!) to have made different choices.

But there, I think, is the reason that this tragedy, while it could have been avoided, was destined to happen all the same - in one form or another, even if not that exact time and place and between those very specific women.

Because the Aes Sedai value secrecy and personal agenda above all else. Even if those secrets and those agendas are in the service of something else, something greater - a perfect example, of course, being Moiraine searching for the Dragon Reborn - the Aes Sedai do not trust each other. They cannot. Because their lives, their very society and community, is built on secrecy, on lies-spoken-as-truth, on politics and power and hidden agendas. They are at war against themselves, and not just because of the Black Ajah. They are at war against themselves because the White Tower does not allow honesty, trust, or open loyalty between its Sisters - ever.

And that is why, in the end of it all, I think the White Tower and the Aes Sedai, at least as they exist right now, need to be razed. Because how are those who are meant to protect and guard and guide the world able to do so, if they cannot even trust *any* of their own sisters to do the same for them?

That is why, while the tragedy of this episode could have been forestalled, maybe even avoided - it was destined to happen all the same.

But it hurts - so goddamn bad - that it had to be here, and now, and between Siuan and Moiraine.

[koemiexists]

need a overstim fic w alastor pleaseeeeee and maybe some bondage with his tentacles????

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

summary: alastor is your best friend, you think. but he doesn't want that. and you're okay with it. word count: 1.6k tags: smut, light bondage, tentacles, tentacle sex, overstimulation, monster form alastor, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, vaginal sex a/n: sorry for the wait!! i have been busy with school, as per the usual... but again!! slowly but surely!! the tortoise wins the race as they say!

You and Alastor were practically best friends. He never said it explicitly, but you knew that you and him had to be really close for him to be so at ease with you. 

Rosie had told you that not once had his smile dropped, even in private with her. You, however, witnessed it one time. It was an accident, sure, you had just looked up at the exact moment his smile dropped from a wide grin to a bit of a grimace. It happened so quickly you almost thought you were imagining things. 

Considering this, if anyone asked, you would confidently say that you and Alastor are best friends.

Alastor didn’t think the same, though, you came to realize when he loomed over your bed one night.

You were upset, to be honest, especially because you barely had time to yank your hands out of your underwear when you heard the telltale sign of him entering.

His shadow had spread out along the wall, staring down at you as you shot up, staring at Alastor, cheeks slightly red. The room was illuminated by two light sources; the constant dim lighting of Hell and all of the artificial bulbs that littered the streets, and Alastor’s glowing red eyes staring straight at you.

“Alastor?” You whispered, tilting your head in question of just why he was at your bed in the middle of the night. Angel had dragged you to a bunch of shopping stores for the entire day, rambling about how your wardrobe was especially lacking, so you were tired, and just wanted to let loose steam before finally sleeping.

In retrospect, you were glad you went along, considering you brought Charlie a new suit that she loved.

A sharp crackle of radio static forced your thoughts back on the Radio Demon’s form, and how he just continued to stare, before clearing his throat, the constant noise altering his voice rising. 

“Apologies, (Name).” He started slowly, gently sitting at the edge of your bed as you continued to silently look at him, your confusion heightening as you began to get apprehensive of what his goal was here. 

Despite the air thickening with static and apprehension, you couldn’t help the fact that you began to get wetter at the sight of Alastor. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at your form. 

“Why are you here?” You question softly, removing your covers from your body as you begin to perspire lightly. “You don’t normally come into the women’s bedrooms without permission. You said that it’s not of a gentleman’s nature to do so without courting her...”

He nods lightly, inclining his head towards you as he places his microphone to the side. “You’re correct,” Alastor’s eyes are on you again, glowing lightly as his grin sharpens. “And I am here particularly to court you. Although... it seems I may have interrupted a private matter.”

You flushed, and looked away. “Yeah, you have. Is that why you were acting a bit weird?”

Alastor huffed. “Weird?” His fluffy ears drew back against his head as he rolled his eyes, his grin still present. “I was not acting in an abnormal way.”

Feeling bold, you decide to wake the lion in the den with some teasing. “Oh? Am I supposed to believe that, Al? Obviously, something is up. You’re acting weird around me.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you glared up at him.

“Watch your mouth, dear. I will not be kind to you if you keep talking.”

You snort. “How are you going to shut me up, hm? Is the big, bad Radio Demon going to broadcast my screams? Going to make me beg for forgiveness? Are you going to try and take my soul? Huh?” You’re not sure why you’re so emboldened, and why you’re trying to get a rise out of the one sinner who can kill you in an instant, yet you feel thrilled when you see his brows furrow.

His antlers grew in size, and his eyes became radio dials as his large size towered your smaller frame. His grin was so wide, you felt your heart stop for a moment as his claws dug deep into the side of your pillow, right by your head. 

Alastor watched you yelp in fear, and he can almost smell the way your blood was pumping, the way you began to clam up. “Done?” He spoke slowly, as you nodded. “Good.”

Instead of shifting to his regular form, he just snapped his fingers, and you let out a high pitched squeal when your pajamas disappeared from your body. You were left stark naked, and Alastor only gave you a look, as if to punish you for your behavior. 

“Bad girls don’t get to orgasm once and be done with it.” A tentacle shot out from his back as his shadow self held your legs in order to stop any potential movement you may make. “You’ll take what I give you. And you have made me very upset, (Name).”

You whimpered, but he ignored it, instead pulling a chair up and sitting right next to the bed. His tentacle then went straight to your awaiting cunt, rubbing from the opening of your tight pussy to the tip of your clit. 

Twisting, you let out another squeaky noise, eyes wide and face flushed. Alastor peered at you, but you only let out a gasping ‘green’ as the tentacle plunged deep in you. You shifted again, trying to make the appendage go deeper into you.

“Needy? I barely touched you.” He smirked at your writhing form, the way your hair was splayed against the pillows. Your hips began to buck upwards, trying to get closer to the base of the tentacle. “Who were you thinking of?”

You sobbed out in pleasure, feeling your abdomen tighten as a second appendage began to rub at your clit at a fast pace. “W-what? What are you-” You interrupted yourself with another pleading moan exiting your mouth. 

Alastor rubbed your legs slowly, humming. “When you were masturbating.”

“Before you arrived?” You moaned out, an arm over your head as you hiccuped. “I- It’s embarrassing. This is embarrassing.” You told him, trying to keep your noises at bay. You felt your high cresting, but you didn’t want to cum so quickly. The tentacles kept their touches up, and you bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

He narrowed his eyes at you, the room filling with a cursed energy as he continued his ministrations, ever so slightly speeding up as you barreled to your release. 

You orgasmed around the tentacle inside you, whimpering as the other one rubbed your clit at the same quick pace, throwing you into the side of overstimulation. Crying out, you try to push it out of the way, however two more tentacles come out to pull your arms back. You writhed, your leg automatically jolting out in response to the constant stimulation on your cunt, and you shrieked as Alastor began to tease another tentacle against your already filled pussy.

“Now who?” He inquired once again, watching as you sobbed from the pleasure, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. His erection pressed against his tight pants, but he just disregarded the pressure, focusing on the way your hair was tousled up, and the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth.

After another tortuous moment of this, you caved, bucking your hips as your lips parted. “You! You, Alastor! I was thinking- I was-” You moaned roughly, and he smirked as you tried to gain your bearings. “Mm, I was rubbing my wet cunt at the mere thought of you!” 

Humming, Alastor grasped your hips, retracting his appendages that were holding your arms down. He leaned over you, in perfect position to thrust inside if he was bare.

“You look gorgeous.” Was all he breathed out, as you shrieked when the second tentacle at your cunt thrusted inside. You instantly came, whining pathetically for more, even as you were overstimulated. 

The other appendages retracted, and he unzipped his pants to thrust his hard dick inside you. You choked on a moan at the feeling of his cock, especially considering it was thick and long due to his monstrous form. “Al- Mm, Alastor!” You keened, wrapping your trembling legs around his hips. 

With every thrust, the bed shook tremendously, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. In your lust-filled mind, you couldn’t remember how there was others in this hotel, how everyone must have woken up due to the amount of noise you were making-

“No one will see you in such a state, darling.” Alastor groaned through the heavy static in his voice. You let out a quiet whimper as he abused your cunt with sloppy thrusts. He was getting close, and you just wished he’d fill your pussy, to the point where you were stuffed full. 

You were well aware of his questioning gaze at you, and you tried your best to fight through the fucked dumb haze, swallowing a few time as you tried to move your tongue to make sounds. “Breed me,” You stuttered out, looking up at Alastor. “Breed me until I’m full, Alastor, please.”

Alastor growled, and shoved his cock deep inside you, watching as you squirted all over him and the bed from the strength of your orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing him so tight, and he grunted as he pulled your hips flushed against his own, before cumming inside you.

You couldn’t even moan anymore, instead making a tired yet pleasured noise at the feel of Alastor’s thick, hot cum inside your swollen, puffy pussy.

You felt, rather than saw, Alastor slowly become his regular form. He shifted you gently, and you groaned at the way your legs ached. “Apologies, dear.” Alastor said, seeming apologetic as he kissed your sweaty forehead. “You must rest now. I believe you are properly sated?”

Smiling cheekily, you gave him a half-lidded lustful glance. “I may need some tending to, tomorrow.”

Alastor let out a small huff of amusement, smiling genuinely at you. “After I tell Charlie and the others that you’re perfectly fine.”

[watermelonlovershigh]

A Chilly Nights Sleep ❄🛌 /blurb/

AN: i wanted to write something that had to do with the weather getting cooler outside so i came up with this little blurb. i hope you enjoyyyyy!!!!! please remember to leave your feedback. much appreciation.

This story contains: pure fluff

{ youngish dadrry - husbandrry - soft!harry - dunkirk harry era - Masie-(May-z-e) }

word count- 703

Your daughter Maise wakes up to her room being cold and decides she wants to finish her night of sleep in-between her parents so they can keep her warm.

It's currently three in the morning on November 2nd and little miss Maise just woke up in her big girl bed, shivering from the cold. Maise is your four year old daughter and for the most part has no issue sleeping in her own room which is just down the hall from yours and Harry's bedroom. Unless she's sick or had a bad dream she'll usually stay put in her room until the morning sun peeks through her curtains and wakes her up. But now, her issue is that she's cold.

Of course Maise has blankets on her bed but the air around her is fridged. So the only logical thing to do in her four year old mind is go in her parents room to wake them up and ask to sleep in their bed.

Maise climbs out of her big girl bed and quickly walks down the hall into the room you and Harry are fast asleep in. Harry's on his tummy with his face facing the outer edge of the bed and you're cuddled up to his right side. You both somehow stay asleep when your daughter opens and closes your bedroom door and it isn't until her tiny hands come to gently pat Harry's face that one of you arouse from your sleep.

Grumbling, Harry can vaguely feel something touch his face. Then once he comes to a bit more, he realizes its his four year old daughter. That has him quickly sitting up in bed, now in dad mode. Worried something had happened. "What? What is'it, baby? Somethin' the matter? Are you sick?" He's really just rambling at this point which is something Harry does when he starts to worry.

Though it's pretty dark in the bedroom, there's just enough light from the street lights outside the window for her to look up at her father and shake her head no while answering, "No daddy. My room got cold and I wanted to sleep with you and mummy. So you could keep me warm." All the stress leaves Harry's body and his heart expands twice its size.

Reaching down, Harry scoops Maise up from under her armpits and lifts her in his lap. "Course you can, my little love. We'll keep you nice and warm." She leans forward to embrace her daddy in a hug which he takes a moment to hug her back. But then it's time to lay back down and go to sleep so he helps situate her in the middle of the bed and lays down again himself.

Maise quickly scoots over to give you a cuddle. You somehow stayed asleep through all the comotion. You are a pretty deep sleeper. But once you feel the familiar embrace, you flutter your eyes open and see your daughter now in bed with you. "Hi, baby," you croak out, "what'r you doing in our bed, hm?"

Keeping her voice in a whisper, your daughter says, "My room was too cold and daddy said I could sleep here so you both could keep me warm." Just like Harry's, your heart nearly explodes from how much love you have for this little girl beside you. The little girl you created with the love of your life.

Looking over her small body, you see Harry looking at the both of you, a sleepy smile on his face, and reply, "We will keep her warm, won't we, Harry?"

Harry scoots over as close as possible towards the middle of the bed so that you both are nearly squashing Maise between your heated bodies. He leans down to kiss the back of her head and then leans over to peck your lips. "Mhm hm, keep her all nice and toasty, we will. Can't have our little girl gettin' cold on us. That'd be a shame."

All the sudden Maise lets out a loud, "Shushhh!" followed by her muttering, "Sleepin' now. Quiet, mummy an' daddy." Harry and you just giggle at her sassy attitude and fall back on your individual pillows to actually get some sleep again. For the remainder of the night, you and Harry keep your daughter between your bodies to make sure she stays warm and never gets cold.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[kithj]

IM THE PERSON WHO WAS TALKING ABOUT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN WORSE SINCE WE LAST SPOKE A FEW DAYS AGO And i agree about how sad it is that most queer horror authors i dont vibe with. do you have any you DO like? im always on the lookout for more and from what i’ve seen of your book taste on here we have pretty similar taste in books. can be any genre of horror tbh im not picky

hehehe yes i'd love to give u some recommendations! though if i'm being honest i really haven't found that many authors in the genre that i really vibe with yet. im still on the hunt... may leitz is probably the only one i can recommend that is kinda in the same vein as the "popular" ones, but Leitz is someone who i think does well balancing the extreme aspects of it with characters that are actually interesting and sympathetic to read (as opposed to just one-dimensional cannon fodder for random violence)

i don't know if any of these authors actually refer to themselves as "queer horror" authors nor do i know with certainty if all of them are a part of the lgbt community, but um. well i like their books. these also all aren't strictly about the characters identity; some focus more on it than others so i'll just say it's horror + lgbt characters.

i'll start with extreme horror:

fluids by may leitz - this will be the most extreme book i recommend, and i've talked about it a few times before. it's about two women, named Dahlia and Lauren, who meet on tinder during the pandemic, and after only a few days of talking Lauren takes it upon herself to drive to Dahlia's hometown and try and "save" her. things escalate, and the two women's paths diverge. cw: extreme violence and gore, rape, incest (the two girls pretend to be related), emetophobia, suicide, eating disorder, murder, literally everything you can think of. this is Extreme Horror, and i wouldn't recommend this one for anyone that's not already familiar with the genre.

girl flesh by may leitz - while i didn't like this one as much as fluids, i'm just a fan of may leitz's writing in general so i'd still recommend it. this one has a bit of a pacing problem & does a lot of telling rather than showing, but i like the direction leitz takes this one in the end. i've talked about this one before too so you might remember me rambling about it. this one is about two women who are kidnapped and wake up restrained in a dirty hotel in the middle of the texas mesa. they work together to escape their captors as well as the wild mesa and maybe even fall in love a little bit on the way. cw: extreme violence, gore, transphobia/deadnaming, eating disorder, emetophobia, self-harm, rape. this one isn't as extreme as fluids but i'd still be cautious with it.

to be devoured by sara tantlinger - this one is a short novella you can read in one sitting. Andi really really really wants to know what carrion tastes like. she's fascinated by the vultures that circle the edge of her property, but her fascination soon turns to obsession, and Andi will stop at nothing to learn their secrets. cw: blood consumption, cannibalism, violence and gore, very graphic animal harm and animal death

okay now the rest are just more general horror:

house of hunger by alexis henderson - loosely based on the legend of Elizabeth of Bathory, this story takes place in a society that runs on blood. Marion travels to the House of Hunger to begin her term as a bloodmaid under Countess Lisavet, who has a mysterious ailment that renders her weak and bedbound unless she has a constant flow of blood to treat it. Marion gets to know the other bloodmaids, and in time begins to realize not all is as it seems at the House of Hunger. cw: blood consumption, violence, abusive relationships/gaslighting, death

alexis henderson has also written the year of the witching, and she just announced an academy for liars. i really like her writing so i plan to check out her other work soon-ish.

apparitions by adam pottle - again i talked about this one recently so you may have seen it already, but i NEED more people to read this book. this follows the story of a young man who was born deaf and raised in an abusive household until he was able to escape as a teenager, only to be institutionalized immediately after. there he meets another deaf teen, and for the first time in his life, he has a language that he can speak with and can finally be understood. cw: child abuse, institutionalization, homophobia, abusive relationship, ableism, violence, death, religious trauma, animal harm and animal death.

the luminous dead by caitlin starling - gyre price is a lone caver swaddled inside a hi-tech suit that allows her to dive deep underground to map mineral deposits off-planet. however, the person on the other end of the suit has other plans, and easily takes control of gyre and her suit, putting the two at odds with each other as gyre spirals into uncertainty and paranoia while also having to deal with the terrifying presence of the tunneler. cw: claustrophobia, death, forced drugging, violence, gore, abusive/toxic relationship

caitlin starling also has a few other books though i haven't gotten around to reading them yet and i honestly haven't heard much about them so i can't say how they compare, but the luminous dead is one of my favorites of all time.

the Sworn Soldier series by T. Kingfisher - i love these books, they're just short fun horror stories with a really charming main character. Alex Easton is a retired soldier from Gallacia, and has their own special pronouns in Gallacian (kan/kanself) as part of their occupation and culture, and is what we would consider nonbinary (not all soldiers identify this way, but Alex does). vicars in Gallacia use van/vanself, there are different pronouns for children and adults, etc. i think it's just really interesting and i enjoy what the author has done with the worldbuilding and language, and how seamlessly it fits into her writing. the first book is a retelling of the fall of the house of usher (and is the stronger of the two) while the second one has Alex returning home to Gallacia and facing off with an old Gallacian superstition that's haunting their family cottage.

again i don't really know how T. Kingfisher/Ursula Vernon personally identifies but i do recommend her writing regardless, she's written other horror books as well as some fantasy books & she's just incredibly skilled imo, easy and fun to read.

most of my TBR that i'm working towards is horror so maybe i'll update this post later with more.... i'm currently reading providence girls by morgan dante and into the drowning deep by mira grant.

morgan dante has a few other books that are all some flavor of gothic horror/romance and i'm very excited for their new book that just came out TODAY that's a carmilla/elizabeth of bathory reimagining. i'm planning on reading that Immediately (i preordered it) so i'll report back for it and once i finish providence girls, too.

the next few books on my TBR that are all lgbt + horror:

The Seep by Chana Porter

Thirst by Marina Yuszczuk

A Dowry of Blood & An Education in Malice, both by S.T. Gibson

Little Rot by Akwaeke Emezi (i think this one is a thriller actually and also isnt out yet but whatever. i recommend this author, they genre-hop a lot & have a decent amount of work published already)

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

and of course i always recommend looking up content warnings if you need to especially for the last few since i haven't read them myself and can't vouch for them just yet. but ummm hopefully you see something you like 😭 i'll stop yapping <3

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

___

Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would  bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or  Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

[jben073]

Grace Chasity headcanon rambles!

Some silly Grace hcs for @nighthaterfrfr!! I tried to mostly avoid any of mine that you mentioned something similar to in yours bc we had a good deal of overlap! :D

(Just to preface, one of my biggest headcanons is that Grace is autistic so there’s a good chance that some of these may be influenced by that! I did try to pick ones that are more applicable to canon though! [But if anyone wants any of those, I have about a million :3])

When Grace was a young child in elementary school (or Sunday school), she very innocently kissed Alice Woodward and felt something™. (She entirely represses this memory for YEARS.)

^ During her eventual sexuality crisis, despite not having talked to Alice for years outside of polite conversation if they ran into one another, Grace reaches out to her for support/to ask questions because she was the only out queer person that Grace knew and trusted enough not to out her. (Alice big sister mode activated.) 

^ (They’re so silly, they’ve literally never interacted outside of a throwaway line about them knowing and possibly disliking each other but to me they're friends who fell apart and eventually find each other again when they're both more grown as people.)

^ Also, ignore me indulging my other biggest hc which is that Grace is a lesbian.

Grace took piano lessons as a child and is actually quite good because she wanted to be the pianist for her church’s masses when she got older! She stopped taking lessons in high school, but she keeps up with playing in her free time to maintain the skill and occasionally help out with music at her church.

^ Richie constantly tries to convince her to learn anime openings and music from games that he plays for him (he begged her to learn Megalovania for weeks until she finally gave in).

She has never celebrated Halloween because her parents think it’s satanic so Ruth and Richie (who definitely still go trick-or-treating in high school) make a point to bring her some of their candy on the following school day.

^ She definitely doesn’t cry about this gesture later when she goes home!!

She is an absolute monster while playing board games, like she gets REALLY aggressive about them.

^ (definitely influenced by Angela's chaos on smosh games, especially the “be a little more gentle!! >:(” clip)

She can’t go to sleep (intentionally) without getting a kiss goodnight. At home, her parents kiss her on the forehead before bed and if she’s at camp, she has to get a kiss on the head from Girl Jeri if she wants to sleep well.

^ It disrupts her routine which makes it harder for her to wind down!!

^ I like to think that before the events of Abstinence Camp, she thought of Boy Jerry and Girl Jeri as older sibling figures.

She has never been to a sleepover because she’s never had good enough friends to be invited to one :(

^ The nerds + Steph very quickly remedy this!!

^ (quick ramble related to the last hc) During the first group sleepover, Steph wakes up in the middle of the night to get a drink, realizes Grace is still up, and after Grace sheepishly admits her dilemma following Steph’s prompting for an explanation, Steph very casually plants a kiss on her forehead and then goes back to sleep. Grace’s face is beet red after this and now she can’t sleep for an entirely different reason.

^ They're in love to me!!!

LIB related

(Based almost entirely on Blinky’s line about watching Grace and the nightmare about Max/Richie that implies she has the gift.) 

^ Grace has been connected to the Lords in Black since long before we see her, Steph, and Pete summon them in NPMD.

^ Much like Lex was friends with Webby as a child and forgot, Grace was friends with the LIB when she was young but grew out of it.

^ (I have a whole little overanalysis/hc set of things for this hc if anyone wants to hear :3)

After she starts using the Black Book, her appearance starts to very slightly change so that she always looks just a tiny bit off.

^ Her teeth are just a touch too sharp, her ears have the slightest point to them, and her eyes almost seem to shift in colour (depending on which LIB is influencing her).

^ But hey, it must just be a trick of the light!! She's so normal!! Dw about it!!!

She will occasionally feel the sudden compulsion to bite others (Nibbly is feeling silly!!)

^ She does not act on this… most of the time :3

One more silly one to end on

She once owned a Tamagotchi and became so deeply stressed over the state of this virtual creature that she made herself sick from anxiety. 

^ Karen and Mark confiscated the toy very shortly after this.

Anyway ramble's over now but my 45 page google doc of Grace hcs continues to grow every day bc I am fixated hard on this silly little show :3

edit: had to add the '^' thing because the bullets didn't indent properly for some reason!! every one that has that is attached to the previous one without it!

also idk why on mobile the sleepover hc and the Alice hc got cut short?? The sleepover one is supposed to say that now she can't sleep for an entirely different reason and the end of the second bullet says (Alice big sister mode activated).

[lazybutsmexy]

Masterlist

Writing blog for One Piece and Haikyuu: x

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Rules: x

All x reader writings are gender neutral unless specified.

If you ever make art inspired on my works, @ me so I can see it and reblog it!! 🫶♥️

Edit 04/26: if you have trouble accessing any links, you should be able to find each individual work by searching for the name in the search bar in my blog. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Call of duty

König (my beloved)

Smoke break - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, protective König | you are a bartender and your stalker creeps you out. König catches on and fixes the problem.

A glimpse - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort, injured reader, a bit of pining on both sides | you get injured in a mission, and König feels he could've done better.

The sound of your voice - x reader | light angst, fluff, comfort | Konig feels self-conscious when telling you about his current obsession, but his voice is like a balm to your tired mind.

Jealous König drabble - x reader

König comforts you - x reader

Cheater - x reader (platonic)

Alejandro Vargas

Choices have consequences - x reader | light angst, culinary crimes, mention of food insecurity | Alejandro made a passing comment about your food that you didn't like one bit, so you humble him.

"V" - x reader | pure tooth rotting fluff, pillow talk, marriage talk, you're both so smitten ugh | Alejandro and you discuss the idea of getting a matching tattoo instead of rings.

Are you looking for a wife? - fem!reader | fluff, injured reader, medical drug use, stoner talk | Whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

Heart-Stopping - fem!reader | tiny angst, fluff, medical innacuracies. mention of violence/injuries, pregnancy announcement, crack-ish | Only Alejandro can kill Alejandro. You may easily give him a heart attack, though.

Infused Masterlist - fem!reader | graphic depictions of violence, drug use, minor character death(s), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | A love story told through mate.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

No better than a Victorian man - x reader | suggestive, Simon being a tease | You like to look at your lieutenant, especially when there's barely anything to look at

A bedtime story - GN!reader | platonic | you have no choice but to keep LT's secret for a relaxed, soothing sleep to you grave.

Ghost x chubby!reader headcanons - x m!reader

Tea - GN!reader | angst, hurt no comfort, character deaths | Last minute confessions.

Ghost x reader x Soap

Bird Hunting - x fem!reader | angst, hurt, kidnapping, drugging, sexual harassment, violence (warnings will update as series progresses)

Rotten Apple - x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, referenced past child neglect, abusive/narcissistic parents | Set after the events in BH | Sweetened apples turn sour when rotten apples are around.

Emotional Support Bird - x fem!reader | fluff, domestic, Soap and Ghost share a braincell | Canary rambles about a ln emotional support dog she saw at the market. Ghost and Soap have an idea.

Emotional Support Bird Pt.2 - x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort, Ghost x Canary centric - Soap is only mentioned here | Ghost has a nightmare, and Canary an idea.

Emotionally Supported Bird (Pt. 3)- x fem!reader | fluff, hurt/comfort | Canary knows exactly where to seek solace in the middle of the night.

Ghost x Soap x K9handler!reader

The Mission - x K9 handler!reader | fluff, K9 Dolly's POV mostly | K9 Dolly is sent on her first solo mission.

John Price

Salt and pepper - x gn!reader | fluff | The realization of age hung heavily on his shoulders. Luckily for him, you're more than ready to share it with him.

141 x reader

Lucy - x fem!reader (platonic) | crack | an interesting story behind the origin of Y/n's callsign.

Affectionate reader - x GN!reader (platonic) | fluff | headcanons and a little drabble on the Task Force receiving and enjoying your affection.

Affectionate reader Pt. 2 - x GN!reader (platonic) | angst | The team loses it's spark (you)

Affectionate reader Pt. 3 - x GN!reader (platonic) | hurt/comfort | it's the team's turn to show you affection

Incorrect Quotes

Father Figure

Gummy worms

Dilf

Farmers' market

(Un)forgettable

Relatable

Brothers

Mystery

Couples' advice

Valentine's Day blurbs

WIPS ← check here for your request!

[gleefullypolin]

Rambling Thoughts

Words Matter with Colin and Penelope...

Colin has expressed before that when he writes barely anyone responds, except for Pen. Even in conversation she hangs on his every word. He has gotten used to this, he almost takes it for granted. His word gives her life whether in breath or on page. She has always lived on it like it was bread to her. Now he returns home not knowing that his words have torn her apart. Crushed her spirit. He has found what he thinks is his "worth" in women. He has a swagger like his brothers before him. Girls swoon at his word, no longer ignoring him, so he thinks. Yet...when he sees Pen upon his return.....

"It's lovely to see you" "Is it?"

She does not fall over his words like she had in the past. She did not return his letters like she had the season before. All of this is new for him. This new Pen. This defiance, this unacceptance.

I've sat on this stupid Sun news whether false flag, possible teaser, or who knows what, for a day and gone from eww to hmm. I can see the benefit in this sentiment. Pen has fallen over his every word for so long that she has given her own words and LW words in compliance of service of Colin at times. To save him. To service him. Not always but enough for them to not always be for HER.

I look forward to Pen owning her words in service of what is best for her and taking Colin off this perfect pedestal. She needs to see what else is out there for her and to know that others can see her as an option. Knowing that Lord Debling is not a red herring or some suitor that turns out to be evil means that there is a real option out there for her that she ends up NOT choosing because she CHOOSES Colin. I would prefer that Instead of having no other option EXCEPT Colin. And that's good for her. She deserves that.

And also Colin ending up being a bit of a whore and trying to find himself by following in the footsteps of those who came before him only to find out that he belongs to Pen and he just wasn't mature enough to realize it previously are a bit delicious as well even though its going to hurt like a damn bitch.

But ooooh I will be ready to eat up his words when he speaks them to her and she is ready to hear the words that are ONLY meant for her. Because that will be what I am sat for.

I'm rambling because i know not what else to do and its still not May 16th dammit. It's the journey that matters. I'm a long time Glee fan, so I am reminded of a Falchuk quote "Happy endings not middles."

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Octavinelle

INTRO/Dorm Selection Includes: Azul, Floyd, Jade

@azulashengrottospiano I finally did it! Now just 5 more dorms and 18 characters to go XD

Remember this is a fem reader insert with she/her pronouns

Azul had been in the Octavinelle dorm lounge with Floyd and Jade discussing work, it was one of their few days off and they were talking about some new renovations Azul planned to do to the monstro lounge. Floyd believed they needed some kind of gift shop, while Jade believed they needed a garden cafe. Azul had planned to consult with his sweet (Y/n), she had been lending him a hand in the creativity department for a while now. It helped that she seemed to know so many people, but given how deeply involved she has been in each dorm it isn't much of a surprise. As Azul was checking his phone had was also attempting to tune out the rambles of the tweels, Floyd trying to correct something that Jade said involving fashion as usual. Azul often tried to tune those conversations out, he couldn't understand a word Floyd said when he was talking about fashion. Though this chaotic peace had been interupted when Lilia just seemed to drop out of the sky infront of them, the twins near jumping behind the couch from the sudden and silent appearance. It took every ounce of muscle control in Azul not to do the same thing, he had an image he had to uphold and getting scared behind the couch was not something that helped said image. "Hello Lilia, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He had spoken to Lilia on occasion, especially since he often showed up to events in Malleus's place, but he never expected to see the short male in the Octavinelle dorm. The monstro lounge maybe, he did come in every now and then for a treat, but the fact that he was in the dorm lounge caused a few pink flags to pop up. Though those pink flags were soon crimson read as he spotted the child cradled against the male's chest, especially since the child was swaddled in an oversized ramshackle dorm uniform jacket. The fae male chuckled as he noticed the vague way the merman paled, tilting his head with a closed eye smile. "(Y/n) actually, is the reason I'm here. You see, this sweet little girl was the victim of small potionology accident." Azul quirked an eyebrow as the tweels were peaking down at the sleeping prefect in Lilia's arms, he himself was trying not to swear as he already knew where this was going when Lilia started retelling the events in class.

At the end of it Azul was squeezing the bridge of his nose, what God did she piss off to be in the middle of the most chaotic accidents EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. "Don't worry though, Professor Crewel is working with the headmage to fix this. He should be by soon with what he called a 'Baby bag' so that she can be taken care of in the meantime." Lilia carefully passed the sleeping girl to Azul, helping the tense male hold the small girl when he realized that he didn't know how to hold a baby. He then sat her school bag by Floyd, her other clothing articles were hidden inside because Lilia was a gentleman like that. "My number is in her phone; I've raised a few babies in my day so if you need some help just call."

-

It had been a few hours since then, the professor having come by to drop off the baby bag with a book borrowed from the college library about unplanned parenting for young adults. A book he never in his life thought he would EVER be reading; she has been the first of many things for him and at this point he was curious how she managed to create such a chaotic balance of experiences. He had relaxed a bit after getting used to holding her for a while and soon enough he found himself staring at her, he never thought about what she may have looked like as a baby even after she had seen some of his childhood photos. Currently he sat in the pool that was built into his dorm leader room, he was leaning back against the wall of the pool as he watched (Y/n). She had been awake for a while; he had thought that maybe she was aware of the situation because she had been fairly quiet and wasn't very fussy. Currently he was in his merform, something he had grown comfortable with her being around after their many trips to the beach. His sleek black tentacles held her in the water, she was in a little (F/c) swim dress and sat comfortably on his curled tentacles. Her tiny hands gently grabbing at the other tentacles that would poke her nose or tickle her sides or cheeks, he hadn't had any prior experience with human children, so he had found himself quite distracted by her reactions to him. He especially loved how her nose crinkled when she giggled, something he noticed before in her regular age but was much more obvious now in this form. "It isn't fair angel fish; how can you be so cute after causing so much trouble." He chuckled as he brought her closer, rubbing his cheek on hers as he rested her against his chest. It was a quiet night and all things considered he was in a content mood. He watched her tiny hands move against his pale grey skin, tiny eyes marveling at the odd texture. He felt so proud of himself, adoring just how curious she was about HIM. It was definitely an ego boost, he knew she cared for him and found him interesting but as an infant it was such innocent and blatant curiosity. And since she was a baby, he didn't have to feel embarrassed about anything! I mean who are you going to tell? The stuffed dalmatian toy professor Crewel had put in the baby bag? His eyes widened a bit when he felt her tiny hands grab his cheeks, laughing away at something he had no clue about. He didn't know how long it would be till she was turned back, but these moments would certainly make any hassle or stress until that point worth it. He went back to using his tentacles to help her play and swim in the water, buying him some time to think of the future. He found himself hoping, now more than ever, that his future would involve her for many years to come.

Floyd had been running laps at the start of gym class when Coach Vargas had called him over to his office, he noticed Lilia was sitting in front of the coach's desk and he could tell the male was holding something but didn't quite know what. "What's goin on? Why is Mendako here?" (Yes, I'm using the Japanese nicknames cause calling Lilia a flapjack octopus in English just feels insulting. LMFAO) Floyd put his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as Lilia stood from his seat. "Well, young Lilia said there was some sort of accident in potionology involving the ramshackle prefect. I'll let him explain, I got stretches to demonstrate!" With that Vargas had left the room, as if he didn't just stir something in the merman. Lilia seemed to sense Floyd's shift in behavior, approaching him with a jacket swaddled infant. "Don't worry (Y/n)'s just fine, she just a little…little." He chuckled as he motioned to the infant, watching Floyd squat to be able to look at her better. Lilia took the chance to show him how to hold her while he explained the situation, chuckling to himself at the end as he saw how Floyd had the small girl resting perfectly on his large forearm. "So, I'm just supposed to take care of shrimpy til Ishidai finds a way to turn her back?" Floyd's heterochromic eyes gazed down at the child in his arm, tilting his head. His shrimpy was already pretty small, but now she was TINY. He couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks were just so chubby he couldn't help but poke them. Are all human babies so warm and squishy? Or was his cute little shrimpy just extra special like that? "Yep, that sums it up. Professor Crewel should be by to drop off a bag of supplies for her soon. For now, he just asked I bring this to you since he knows you would probably need your hands free." Lilia held up a black and teal harness, a little gold charm dangling from the zipper on the back. "Huh, I didn't know they made functional harnesses." The male was aware that they were sometimes worn simply as decoration for an outfit, but he didn't know humans had harnesses just for baby carrying. "Mhm, let me hold her while you put it on. Once we get her settled, I need to get back to Diasomnia before my own kids stir up trouble." He chuckled at Floyd's confused look, but true to his word once the sleeping child was comfortably snug to Floyd's chest the batty male had left for his dorm. Floyd had left the office and took his lover's stuff to where his own was, looking down at the small girl and wondering how long it would take to have his normal shrimpy back. He had already tried to talk to her 3 times, each time forgetting she couldn't talk back, and he really missed his shrimpy's voice.

Because he had the prefect in his care, he didn't have to do the daily exercises, instead being told to just walk around the basketball court until free time started. He could feel eyes on him as he walked around, he didn't really care because if they were smart, he knew they'd keep their mouths shut about him with his baby shrimpy. He slowly came to a stop when she started squirming, he rested his hand on her back as he watched her closely. Observing how her tiny (E/c) eyes opened with a whiny yawn as she soon began watching him back, tiny head tilting as she looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little at how her tiny hands reached up and padded at the bottom of his cheek, making him lean down as best he could so she could do her thing. He quietly observed with a lazy smirk as she tugged gently on his bangs and patted his cheeks, he didn't know if she was trying to communicate or was just being a curious baby, but he found it quite amusing in an adorable way. Though his moment was interrupted when professor Crewel approached him with a large bag on his arm, cartoon fish covering the outside of it. "Glad to see you aren't breaking down yet, surprising given how most of the students in this school would probably react in your situation." Floyd looked up to Crewel, chuckling some as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, she did just wake up, hopefully shrimpy will be a good girl until we can get back to the dorm." He followed Crewel after the professor motioned him to follow, watching as they made their way to the lockeroom. "Well, we hope to have her sorted out by the end of the week, till then I need to at least make sure you're prepared for childcare. Tell me, what do you know about diapers?" Crewel couldn't help but chuckle at the male's confusion, this was going to be an adventure. Thankfully Floyd was a quick learner, especially when it came to something he cares about. So, it wasn't long before he was returning to class, his shrimpy in a cute little mermaid jumper and the baby bag resting on his shoulder as he filled a bottle with some juice. Free time had started and those that weren't gathering things to take outside were now gawking at the tall male, especially those like Jamil and Riddle who were quite familiar with the male.

Riddle had been the very first to approach him at that, his curiosity getting the best of him. "So Floyd, who's baby is that?" Riddle tilted his head as he observed the child, something about her feeling oddly familiar. Floyd looked down at the little red head, chuckling as he held the bottle for her so she could have a drink. "My shrimpy had a little accident in potionology, so I've gotta watch her until Ishidai can turn her back." That made Riddle's eyes widen, he seemed so calm despite the fact his significant other had been turned into an infant. "That's certainly interesting, never a boring day with the prefect around huh?" This had been Jamil; he was standing nearby as he looked for a volleyball in the ball cart. When he finally found one, he stood up straight and approached the two as he looked at the little girl. The innocent look in her eyes reminded him of when Kalim was still real young, he was actually pretty cute back then in Jamil's opinion but that could have been because there wasn't much Kalim could do. "Wait if you're watching (Y/n)… Who's watching Grim?" This thought had Riddle freezing a bit, the group going silent before Floyd shrugged. "Idunno, not my problem though." And with a chuckle he walked away, the two male's making eye contact and agreeing to go see Crowley since they knew it wasn't wise to leave the fiery cat unsupervised.

The calmer leech twin smiled as he sat in the vip room of the monstro lounge, Lilia had brought (Y/n) to him earlier and professor Crewel had just left after dropping off the baby bag and teaching him a few things about human babies. He had the small girl cradled to his chest as he fed her, it felt oddly domestic to the male as he was usually helping Floyd deal with problematic people or trying to balance a busy schedule. He had always had a tendency to try and be much lighter handed and gentle since coming on land, it wasn't until now that he realized just how essential that was. She weighed practically nothing to him; he was almost concerned but trusted Crewel when he had said she was just fine aside from being babyfied. "What am I going to do with you darling? How is it you manage to end up in these situations even without Grim?" He chuckled as he poked her cheek, his smile widening as she grabbed his finger with a huff while still drinking from the bottle. He hadn't had much experience with babies before, especially not with human babies, so he was fascinated by everything she did. Trying to see what she does differently compared to when she is her regular self, as well as just enjoying her reactions to the things he has done and showed her. He had just brought her back from the giant fish tank in the lounge to feed her, the way her eyes lit up and her tiny hands gently touching the glass as she watched all the colorful fish had made him delighted. He knew no matter what he'd be even more attached to his sweet angel fish, for once she was completely reliant on him. He could spoil and care for her the way he wanted, and she couldn't stop him and didn't seem aware enough to feel guilty as she usually does when he tries to tend to her. Granted there were some things he wasn't looking forward too, but he understood the naturalness of it all and was more than capable of overlooking and forgetting about anything that may make her selfconscious. His goal was just to keep her healthy, safe and loved until she could return to her normal self. He reached over for his phone with a grin, quick to turn on the camera. He decided to make the best of the situation, and that included getting plenty of pictures of her cute pudgy face. He couldn't wait to show the pictures back to her, so he was careful and picky about the selfies he took with her and of the pictures he took of her as a whole. He wanted the absolute cutest ones to show her, and possibly any other poor soul who might be curious. Though he was quick to put his phone away when she pushed the mostly empty bottle away, which he moved to sit on the coffee table as he placed his legs together and rested her along his thighs. Crewel had showed him this video he claimed would be better for her than burping her like they do on tv shows, in which he was slightly moving her body and somewhat rubbing her stomach. This was supposed to reduce the chances of her spitting up and help her digest better so the milk isn't just setting in place in her stomach. It was a somewhat complicated explanation, but he understood that it was meant to be the better method and that was what he was going to do. Her little giggles made him chuckle, and the slight surprised face she made at her little burp had him slumping over a little as he laughed. Being an infant, she didn't have much conscious control over her actions or expressions, and he was absolutely loving it. "Always so interesting my little angle fish, you always manage to make my day so fun." He was careful as he lifted her to rest on his chest, leaning back some as he moved a small cover over her back. He rested a large hand over her body, observing how it covered the small space and taking note just how tiny she was compared to him.

"Come on (Y/n) it's nap time, you've been awake for a while now. When we get back to the dorm, I'll set up some toys for you to play with on the bed." He moved his other hand to gently cup the back of her head, smiling down at her half-lidded gaze as her tiny hands crumpled his shirt. Since it was her first day as a baby, he figured she may be pretty low energy, at least for a while after the transformation. Because of this he knew things may be a bit more hectic tomorrow, but Crewel promised to make the other teachers aware of the situation so he should be able to step out of class when she gets fussy or maybe even just pick up some notes and class work until she is back to normal. He'd make it work either way, after all she was turned on school property and in class, so they were technically responsible for this transformation. He knew Crowley wouldn't push his luck with the octo-trio, it would be bad for business as they say. Afterall Octavinelle does a lot in means of helping with school funding and events, and Azul was smart enough to find a way to get what he wants without jeopardizing himself. But that was nuclear level thinking, right now he just needed to worry about not falling asleep himself.

[mlsofh]

Theory Seven - Vaggie Is A Fallen Angel

Hello Wayward Sinners!

!!SPOILERS AHEAD FOR EPISODE THREE OF HAZBIN HOTEL!! I just realized while listening to "Whatever It Takes" that Carmella's entire thing in this song is her keeping a secret and protecting her family. Why add Vaggie into the song if her part of the episode is just supposed to be about how she feels like she is failing Charlie. This doesn't add up. Vaggie also talks about how she felt misunderstood before she met Charlie. I don't even think Charlie knows Vaggie could've/was a fallen angel. Vaggie's lines in the song suggest she feels responsible for the success of the hotel by protecting it. This implies she may not have been an exterminator but rather a guardian angel. Maybe the person she was guarding went to hell and this is how Vaggie met Charlie in the first place. I don't think that's as likely as through the song she was doing some impressive climbing and jumping from various heights. Even getting to the Crowsnest of the hotel. She doesn't have any specific powers we've seen, so this physical capability is a little strange.

She also has an extensive knowledge of Hell and its overlords. She was supposed to have died in 2014 far after most overlords had been ruling for years. Why would she know so much unless she was specifically trained to target overlords. Overlords are incredibly strong compared to the rest of the citizens of hell. What if there are certain exterminators who are trained to know what overlords to go after. This feels hinted at in Zestial's conversation with Alastor that Alastor fell into "holy arms" aka death by an angelic being. We know that Vaggie has a good bit of knowledge of how Alastor rose to power suddenly overnight. The angels may have been terrified of this raw power and started targeting overlords. If the show takes place in 2021 then seven years would've been when 2014. The year Vaggie died. Could it be possible that Vaggie hunted after Alastor as an angel in the middle of the extermination and when he was fighting Vox? Maybe she really does know more than she lets on. Anyway some of this is the crazed ramblings of a rabid theorist. That's all for now! What do you think? Comment and reblog! Stay Tuned!

[fragilecapric0rnn]

FRIENDS AU Part 2: The One Where Eddie Copes

[part one]

[cross-posted to ao3] || word count: 3.3k

Eddie doesn’t know how long it takes for his soul to return to his body. 

It left as soon as his eyes and brain fully registered that he was suddenly in the presence of his high school crush. Right here, in the flesh, sitting in the middle of his friends in The Jittery. He can’t help but consider the fact that he may have been the one to summon him with his pathetic cry for his ex-girlfriend just moments before the incident. 

The casual, ‘You remember Eddie? From high school?’ comment from Robin sucker-punched Eddie right in the chest. The eye contact and shy smile that followed nearly sent Eddie into some sort of stress-induced cardiac arrest. 

He hardly registers the barely coherent story that Steve is trying to tell. Eddie watches him bring a glass of water to his mouth with shaky hands and tries not to stare at his lips. 

“I’m confused.” Jonathan says as Eddie starts to regain consciousness.  

Memories of his repressed gay awakening circa-1985 come flooding back with a vengeance. Sitting in the bleachers during gym class, watching this same guy flick off his t-shirt, dripping in sweat, shit-talking his opponents, shoving them around a little too rough for a gym class game of basketball. 

He adjusts how he’s sitting in the chair, right now, in 1993. Beating away the thoughts from the Ghost of Horny Moments Past, pushing away the potential for any unexplainable chubs as he tries to sit and listen to the man himself ramble about God-knows-what, soaking wet like a pathetic little kitten in the coffee shop. 

He’s going to throw up. 

Or pass out. 

Possibly both.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention is on the runaway bride, too distracted to notice that he’s in crisis. 

“It makes perfect sense to me.” Argyle shrugs, handing Steve a giant ceramic cup. 

“Just run it by us one more time.” 

Steve takes a comically large sip from his mug, holds the coffee in his cheeks, making them puff out and Eddie is convinced that this is some sort of punishment for all of his mistakes. 

“You know, they always told me that cold feet are normal. That’s what they all say about  getting married, that you get cold feet. Well, I realized when I woke up this morning, after having a very vivid and intense dream about Harrison Ford, that maybe my feet were never really that warm to begin with, ya know?” 

Everyone is nodding, as if they do know. Nancy has her eyebrows knitted together, Robin looks a bit too amused, Jonathan looks confused, and Argyle is casually dipping his tea bag into his mug, like this is a normal thing unfolding in front of them.

“Look, I was in a frat in college. I am very comfortable with my sexuality or whatever and I didn’t let the dream sway any decision making at that moment.”

Eddie resists the urge to ask him what exactly this sexuality is. 

“So it wasn’t Harrison…” Nancy presses, her hand motioning as if to say, 'Please continue this batshit story.'

“It wasn’t him,” He takes a sip from his mug, the rest of the group inches closer. “It happened about 10 minutes later, when Lola was knocking on my door, standing there in tears.”

“Fuck,” Robin drags out the word, Jonathan lets out a low whistle.

“Turns out, she also had lukewarm feet throughout most of our relationship. She wanted to call it off. And that’s when I knew we had to. Because any normal fiance would’ve freaked the fuck out, right? Would’ve started begging or pleading or yelling or something! But I had nothing. Nothing but relief.” 

The collective air in the room deflates. 

“So, we devised a plan. We’d both get ready, business as usual. And I’d be the one to sneak out of the bathroom window in the groom’s suite. Before we realized it was on the second story of the hotel.” 

He shrugs, as Eddie studies his attire a little closer, seeing he does have twigs and a smattering of leaves on his now-discarded jacket.

“Steve, I know you’re vulnerable and whatever,” Robin says, pausing when Nancy smacks her arm. “But, why here? Why us?” Motioning between her and Nancy.

He chuckles, eyes now looking down into his cup. Eddie can't help but stare at this very odd man sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know. I guess it was mostly because I knew you lived in the city. But there’s another part of me that knew you’d understand. You were one of the only people I’ve ever met that tried understanding me for me. Not what you wanted me to be.” 

And that's, wow. Why on Earth would he say something like that? Now Eddie has to cope with the fact that not only is this dude still hot, he sounds sweet as hell. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up to the apartment.” 

He can’t cope. 

- 

“Mom, you’re gonna need to stop crying or hand the phone back to dad.” Steve pleads. He's been on the phone for about an hour at this point, everyone else scattered around Nancy's apartment, listening.

Eddie, most of the shock worn off by now, is sitting at Nancy’s kitchen table, eating a pie straight from the tin and unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck that is Steve Harrington, still in his damp clothes, but stripped down to an undershirt and the tux pants and no shoes or socks.

Watches him keep tugging hard at his hair every time a muffled yell comes out of the phone, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

No wonder this guy ran away. 

Robin sits backwards on the chair next to Eddie’s as Steve stumbles out of the window onto the terrace, where the rain has somewhat let up.  

“Do you think he’s gay?” He asks as soon as Steve is fully outside. 

“Definitely not straight." Robin plucks the fork from Eddie's hand.

Jonathan shrugs, sighing as he finally sets the change of clothes down on the table and takes a seat.. He has been holding a change of clothes from his apartment in his hands for at least a half hour, waiting for Steve to get off the phone with his parents. 

"I mean, who talks about Harrison Ford in the same breaths as explaining why you ran away from your wedding?” He says, stealing the fork from Robin. 

“I never think about Harrison Ford unless I’m watching him on tv. And even then I barely think about him.” 

“Does that answer your question?” 

Before Eddie can say, not really, his thoughts are interrupted by a commotion coming from the other side of the room where the bedroom doors are closed.

Nancy comes out of the spare room, curly hair frizzier than it had been on the way up the stairs from the coffee shop, rubbing her temples and pulling on her face as she joins the group in the living room. 

“Are they still arguing?” She asks, craning her neck to get a better look at him out on the terrace. He’s still gesturing wildly, doing a lot more yelling. 

“I think so?” Robin turns her head like a confused dog, watching him gesture wildly with his free hand. 

“One minute he’s telling his dad that he doesn’t want to live like him and then it sounds like his mom is crying, I think he talked to his old nanny at one point?” 

“His parents sound like a mess.” Eddie says, earning three different versions of a 'no-duh' look from his friends.

“Have you seen the apple? What kinda tree do you think it fell from?” Jonathan says, passing the fork back to Eddie, which is then snatched away by Nancy. She takes the pie tin from them, putting it back in the fridge. 

They can hear the window opening and Steve falling back inside, silent cursing to himself. 

“No dad, you listen!” All their heads snap in the direction of Steve. Once again, soaking wet. His face is red, his already big hair standing up in every direction, and an insane look on his eyes.

Are his pupils dilated?

“Fine! I don’t care, I don’t care anymore! Cut me off! I don’t care! You know what,” Steve struggles to get his wallet out of his pocket, pauses and just throws the wallet across the room. Muffled yelling comes from the phone. “I'm snapping my credit cards right fucking now!" 

"I’ll stay here, with Nancy and Robin and you can take that inheritance and shove it up your ass!” Steve hangs up the phone and throws it onto the loveseat next to him. 

No one moves. No one speaks. The air is still, but only for a moment.

“I think this is where the sitcom audience would clap.” Eddie forgot Argyle has been laying down on the couch this entire time. Steve’s red face suddenly looks sickly pale. 

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jonathan and Nancy hop up from their spots, Robin hands him a brown paper bag, and they guide him to the couch. Eddie watches this all unfold, lingering in the background. Not one for comfort, especially being the king of mommy and daddy issues, without the complicated mess of being a trust fund baby, he has nothing helpful to add. 

“It’s gonna be okay, just try taking deep breaths.” 

Steve nods, the paper bag inflating and deflating slower, but still rather fast. 

“Would it help if I sang a song?” 

The bag inflates and deflates even slower, everyone just sort of stares at Argyle. 

“Don’t worry, about a thing, because every little thing, is gonna be alright.” Steve slowly brings the paper bag down, rests his hand on Argyle’s forearm.  

“I think I’m okay now, thank you.” He visibly winces at the lackluster Bob Marley

“Don’t mention it, mon.” 

For some godforsaken reason, Steve looks right at Eddie as they make the same face, an eyebrow hiked up to their hairlines, the physical embodiment of a scoff without actually scoffing. All while making eye contact with each other. 

Eddie looks away quickly, jumping out of the chair so fast that it scrapes against the floor, startling everyone in the room. 

“What am I gonna do?” He sounds panicked. 

“We’re gonna help you figure it out,” Jonathan says, sat on the coffee table across from him. 

“You can stay here with me, Jonathan and Robin live across the hall, it’ll be fun.” Nancy is patting his arm. 

“But what about money? I have none of that!” 

“There are these things called jobs,” Eddie says, Nancy snaps her head around and damn-near snarls at him. Steve’s brown paper bag is back to inflating and deflating. 

The phone rings, saving Eddie from immediate doom via-Nancy Wheeler. 

Nancy looks at the time and is now the one to get up from her seat next to Steve like something bit her on the ass.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!”

“What's with all the shit, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, Nancy flipping him off as the phone continues to ring in her hand.

“I forgot to call Frank and cancel.”

“Who’s Frank?” 

“My date,” she says, immediately sending Eddie a scrunched up face and mouthing sorry.  

“Wait wait wait, Frank? As in, Frank the Creepy Paper Salesman?” Robin hops over the backside of the couch, falling into Nancy. The phone stops ringing. Nancy takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and looking up at the ceiling.

Creepy was a generous assessment of the piece of work that is Frank. Asking Nancy on dates ever since she started working at The Times, stopping by the office ad nauseam, so much so, he has become a regular fixture in the lore surrounding Nancy's office.

“Yes, that Frank.” 

“Is the dating well running that dry Nance? So dry you finally said yes to Frank the creepy paper salesman?” 

“Listen, he caught me in a momentary lapse of judgment.”

“Were you conscious during this lapse?” 

"Fully, I just. It's been a while since I'd been on a date and my mom would not stop pestering me about it on the phone literal minutes, seconds even, before Frank showed up to talk to my boss. So, when he did his usual creep routine of asking me out, I said yes."

“Was he as surprised as we are?” Eddie asks, Nancy nods, wincing. 

"And are you regretting the yes?"

"Fully!" 

The phone is ringing again. 

“Hello,” she answers, sounding like she has a congested nose. “Hi Frank, yeah, I’m not feeling that well. Yeah, maybe we can postpone. I’ll call you, yeah.” 

“I’m sorry Nancy, I know this was kinda my fault.” Steve’s voice continues to be muffled by the bag. 

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be upset about you going out with Frank the Creep.” Eddie sits back down in the kitchen chair. Is he really that fragile? Can his friends really not share their downfalls with him like they used to? 

“I don’t know! You freaked when Robin went on a date with Tam-” 

“Aht! Aht!” Robin waves her hands in the air, almost elbowing Steve. “We are not talking about my dating life. I am striking this down immediately!” 

“Point still stands, then. You’re still very upset about Michelle.” And the sound of her name feels like a cartoon anvil dropping inside of his stomach, dropping and dropping. 

“We are not gonna talk about Michelle right now.” He deadpans. 

“Who’s Michelle?” Steve asks, paper bag back in front of his face, inflating and deflating as he speaks.  All of the air has been kicked out of Eddie’s lungs. 

“Eddie’s ex,” Argyle whispers loudly, with no effort made to keep Eddie from hearing him. 

“We are not talking about Michelle right now!” Eddie yells. Everyone goes quiet. 

“Right now we are going to focus on getting Steve to stop breathing into a paper fucking bag!” 

To which they all look over at Steve, who is staring at everyone with wide eyes and the bag no longer dramatically inflating and deflating, just held to his mouth as he stares around the room. 

“I’m actually starting to feel a little better.” He says, into the bag. Inflating and deflating. 

-

-

-

Across the hall, Eddie has his feet kicked up on Jonathan and Robin’s couch, hands linked and resting on his stomach. His head in Robin’s lap and his feet on Jonthan’s lap, staring up at the ceiling where he can see a spaghetti stain splattered across the asbestos pattern. 

Jeopardy is playing in the background but none of them are paying attention. Argyle is sat on the floor, head close to Eddie’s as they all pass around a joint. 

“So, you let her take the TV, the bedroom set, and the living room set. What do you even have left at your place?” 

“Pots and pans?” 

“Dude,” Argyle blows a ring of smoke in the air. “That is so not cool.” He passes Eddie the joint.

“I felt bad. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.” 

“There are no faults, and yet you’re still punishing yourself.” Jonathan says, eyes glued to the TV, a familiar spacey look on his face. 

Argyle checks his watch and gets up from the floor, patting around his pockets. 

“Looks like it’s time for me to head out, Aunt Miriam is making midnight spaghetti and I wanna get there before her boyfriend eats all the garlic bread.” 

“Midnight spaghetti?” and “Your great aunt has a boyfriend?” are asked by Eddie and Robin respectively at the same time. 

“See ya man,” Jonathan yells as the door shuts behind him. 

Robin knocks on Eddie’s head lightly before pushing him off of her, stretching and yawning as she stands. 

“I’m gonna go raid Nance’s for some more beers,” He swings he feet off of Jonathan’s lap and stretches. 

“I’ll get your pillow and blankey situated,” Robin says. Eddie half turns to send her a salute before shutting the door, opening the one across the hall almost in one fell swoop. 

He doesn’t expect to see Steve still up, sitting at the same kitchen chair he spent most of the afternoon and evening in. Most of the color returned to face, a glass of wine and an open bottle on the table. 

“Hey,” He says, curious and careful

“Hi.” Steve smiles warmly at him, gesturing the bottle at him, Eddie takes it as an invitation. 

“You alright?” He grabs a wine glass from Nancy’s hanging glass rack. 

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” 

“Why? A lot on your mind?” Eddie takes the seat across form him. 

“You’re funny,” Steve fills Eddie’s glass. “I remember you being kinda funny in high school.” To that, Eddie fakes a dagger to the heart, startling Steve a bit, who is looking at Eddie with the same type of amusement that everyone looked at him with a few hours ago. 

“If seventeen-year-old-me heard you say that you remembered me at all from high school, there’d be an Eddie shaped hole in that door.” Eddie takes a swig from his wine, thanking whoever is in charge of the universe that it's red wine, giving him an explanation for the blush already blooming on his face. Well, a better explanation than a cute guy laughing at his silly jokes. 

“Of course I remember you, how could I forget all those lunchtime sermons about how cool and different you were and how lame and boring the rest of us were.” Steve says, not hiding how much it he seems to enjoy that the little walk down memory lane has started to make Eddie visibly cringe.

“Don’t remind me of that,” Eddie groans into his glass. 

“You seem a lot softer now.” 

Eddie drags his eyes up from where they were studying the knick in the the wood on the table, meeting Steve’s gaze. 

“You caught me at a soft time in my life, Harrington.”

“Right,” Steve leans back in his chair, brings his own glass to his lips, pausing to take a sip. “Your ex.” 

“Yep, my ex.” 

“Did she just, totally break your heart?” He asks, throwing Eddie off guard a bit. He didn't expect Steve to be so forward with his nosiness. Kinda respects it. 

“No, it was more like. I broke my own heart.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

He looks at Steve. Really looks at him, and can almost see the kindness actually spilling out of those pretty brown eyes, how he came to Robin and Nancy specifically to help him out, knowing that they would. 

“It means, I realized that she’s not really my type after all. After eight years together, I finally realized that I am g-” he clears his throat. 

“That I’m gay. No matter how much I love her, no amount is going to change the fact that I wasted both of our time.” 

Eddie can’t bear to look up at Steve, but feels his eyes on him. 

The glug glug sound of wine pouring out of the bottle breaks the silence, Eddie finally looks up. 

“You need it more than I do,” Steve says, taking a swig from the bottle, tipping it over the table to show that it’s now empty. 

This makes Eddie laugh. A full belly laugh that seems to be contagious, as Steve’s now laughing, a snort escaping his nose and mouth, making the two laugh even harder. 

“You guys, seriously?” Nancy comes out of her room, robe on and rollers in her hair. “Some of us have to work in the morning!” 

“Sorry Nance, we’ll keep it down.” 

“Sorry.” 

She looks at them, her face softens with look of mild bewilderment. Stands there for a few seconds longer than she otherwise would’ve, before wordlessly going back into her bedroom. 

“That reminds me, I need to get one of those.” Steve says as her door clicks shut. 

“One of what?” 

“A job, or something.” 

“I can put a good word in for you at a few places.” He says, taking a big gulp from the very full wine glass. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

He can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, he will be able to cope with Steve being around. 

[instantartific]

Yo, May I Ask If You Could Share Your Neonnova Ships? If You Don't Mind Of Course.

ও || NEONNOVA SHIP HEADCANONS / SCENARIOS

Appreciate the reason to ramble about my favorite middle-aged men, we love to see it.

This is a bit all over the place but I have quite a few thoughts about them, so! Hope you enjoy~

✧

Upon their first meeting, they nearly got into a "civil battle" as Neon insisted on phrasing it. This is because Nova very wrongly assumed that Neon was just "some robot Tatiana let into the lobby." Tatiana then had to have Neon stand down for the battle to end.

Neon always sits closer to Tatiana's end of the table at meetings yet sits facing the doorway (unless he's currently being spoken to.) This means he's sitting facing Nova's direction about 80% of the time. This would normally be fine as cream and wine if Nova was not mortally aware of the quiet pinging of a radar locking onto him in particular every so often.

They gradually ended up on better terms throughout working together over the years. This started as offhanded comments back and forth made across the table during meetings (usually one of them throwing an 'innocent' comment or joke at the other) and evolved into actual civil conversations whenever one could catch the other passing by.

They ended up spending more time together outside of work due to Neon discovering Nova's work on the NSR satellite. While... very confidently unaware of Nova's real intentions with it, all Neon could see is that the blueprints were developed in a, frankly, incredibly inefficient manner. And, frankly, he will not stand by while machinery like that is being set up for failure by a damn physicist that's never touched a wrench in his life. Nova was not a fan of this arrangement at first and yet Neon refused to let him live without "taking a crack" at the blueprints himself.

These little meet-ups grew into them realizing they have more in common than they initially thought. It turned out that both parties being a tad snooty led to some unnecessary disagreements. After long enough they'd initially meet at Barraca to work, but... let's be honest. Neither of them got anything done.

They ended up falling for one another at around the same speed. Neon was aware of it and allowed his feelings to naturally progress until he was absolutely sure of them. Nova couldn't make sense of them whatsoever and outright refused to allow that be the case.

The only way either of them ends up finally confessing is due to a misunderstanding. Neon would want to confess first but he'd want to let the other person take their time once he's absolutely sure of it. And Nova would likely outright refuse to believe that Neon could have anything for him that's more than their friendship (and at times he even doubts that) and Neon tells him to his orb that he's completely and utterly wrong. "You really think I don't care about you? Where did you even get that idea??" wrong.

Bonus little headcanons of them together for fun:

1010 joked about it in increasing amounts the more and more time they spent around each other. Neon usually paid it no mind or even laughed at them. Nova either considered himself more dignified than that or was utterly mortified at first but gradually gave in.

Neon puts his absolute heart and soul into DDR. He has tried to get Nova to play along. They both discovered that Nova's stamina nor footwork is all that great, actually.

Any time Neon has music playing around Barraca and Nova is in the vicinity, it is guaranteed Nova is getting swept up into the dance, no matter what it is. Neon slows down for him, of course.

Nova will occasionally, with full intention in mind, brush his hand against the back of Neon's head. Given his head is a radar, when it comes in direct contact with a person, it tends to amplify its signal. For Neon every one of his senses gets squared. Nova will chuckle at his very "dramatized reactions" to this.

1010 regularly run through training to keep themselves in tip-top shape. Aka they spar with each other for fun and Neon spectates. Nova was invited to join in spectating this and the two take bets. Nova's only ever won the bets once.

The first time Neon sees Nova's head in full color via one of his cameras, he stops everything he's doing to just... sit back and admire him.

Nova finds Neon's entire bodily autonomy incredibly fascinating and on several occasions asked to see his blueprints simply to study them. And ask questions as to how he can help the next time Neon needs anything fixed or replaced.

Neon is pretty known for making his incredibly childish and less-than-PG jokes and innuendos from time to time. While Nova was still figuring out what these strange feelings are, these jokes drove him batshit insane.

[mochiimadness]

Hello hello Bella ! I was wondering if you could write about our favourite ninja turtles with an S/O that stims a lot ???

Examples from my own stims; Stomping, hand flapping, purring, rocking, spinning, chirping, and hair ruffling

Feel free to decline for any reason !!!

Hi, Tyranny! I'm sorry that this took so long. I hope you enjoy!

The Rise!Turtles with a S/O that stims a lot!

The Fam in general:

None of them mind that you stim!

In fact, pretty much everyone in the family stims in some way.

So, to find out that you stim as well?

They're able to relate to you!

And if anyone bothers you about your stimming-

They'll have to answer to the fam.

Neon Leon

Leo also stims often!

He usually stims when he's excited or panicking

His common stims are: Hand flapping, arm flapping, and stomping!

When he realizes you stim a lot,

He'll be sure to make a mental note of whenever you stim

This way he can figure out what you're reacting to, and if it's negative or not

Oh? You're purring because you're happy?

Good to know!

Or alternatively, you're rocking because you're feeling a bit stressed?

Leo will start picking up on this and do his best to help you when you're stressed!

You two often end up stimming happily together

Leo's excitement is extremely contagious!

If he's really excited, he'll grab both of your hands and spin around with you

This may or may not have resulted in the two of you crashing (usually onto the couch or into one of his brothers)

But you both end up having a laugh

In the event of him realizing you're stimming because you're upset;

He'll usually resort to trying to get you to laugh!

He'll tell jokes, make funny little skits up on the fly, or tell you stories

If none of that helps, he'll take you to the couch to watch some movies (usually Jupiter Jim!)

Don Tron

Out of the family, Donnie stims the most!

So, he's probably able to relate to you the most.

His common stims: Spinning, rocking, head bobbing, hand and arm flaps, leg bouncing/stomping, and shoulder shimmying!

Subconsciously, when Donnie see's you stimming, he also starts!

You're excited and spinning??

Donnie's spinning with you!

You're rocking because you're worried and trying to relax?

There's Donnie, rocking beside you

He usually ends up rambling about whatever comes to mind, to help distract you

It really helps!

Since he's usually in his lab

You can catch him spinning in his chair often

Sometimes it's because he's upset, other times, he's happy!

He also spins when he's thinking

Donnie also get's you a swivel chair so you can spin sitting down if you'd like!

Despite not liking to be touched often,

When he's really excited, he'll usually jump a bit and grab the person closest to him

He either hugs them or just holds onto them

Since you're his S/O, you're the person he hugs most often!

His brothers often catch you two in the middle of a conversation,

You're flapping your hands rambling excitedly about one of your favorite things

Donnie's nodding along excitedly and flapping his flapping his hands at his sides

Donnie loves the fact that he's able to relate you greatly!

Mystic Mike

Mikey doesn't stim as often as Leo or Mikey

At least, not as visually

Mikey often chirps and churrs as his way of stimming!

He's very vocal

Some of his common stims are: Chirping, churring, humming, purring, growling, hand flapping, stomping and tapping!

One thing he does often is popping into his shell and humming to relax.

Oh? His amazing s/o stims a lot??

Cool! He doesn't mind one bit

He actually joins in with you whenever you chirp or purr!

Leo walks in on you two going back and forth just chirping happily

If you fidget a lot, Mikey has some fidget toys!

Usually, he gives them to Leo or Donnie, but he has plenty to spare

He's also very observant with your stims

He memorizes what your stims can mean!

Stimming because of something that upset you?

Mikey's already on it and taking care of it physically or by talking it out.

Stimming happily? Mikey knows and is happy with you!

You have the same stim reaction to something good and bad? Mikey figures out little differences to be able to tell if you're happy or upset.

Very observant partner 10/10

He also once related your stomping to the dancing arcade game-

Next thing you know, you're both playing the game just stomping away!

Mikey even grabs your hand and spins you every now and then!

Very fun time

Big Red

Raph stims the least out of his brothers

Usually, he only stims when he's panicking

His common stims are: arm shaking, leg stomping

While he may not stim often,

He ofc doesn't mind when you do it!

Why would he?

He grew up with his brothers

And he wouldn't mind even if his brothers didn't stim.

While he's not as observant as his brothers when it comes to your stims

He still does eventually pick up on when you're stimming happily vs negatively

When he does pick up on it,

He does his best to help with negative stims

Or if you're just stimming positively?

Cool! He'll chill with you, even does a little shimmy at you!

Sometimes though,

He doesn't pick up on it, or he can't tell what exactly is wrong

Despite this,

He'll sit down beside you and try to talk it out

This way he can help!

Talking's not working?

He'll pick you up and take you to a different environment for a change of scenery

Usually, he'll take you onto the roofs of New York city,

The city is gorgeous at nighttime, with the lights looking like a sea of glittering stars.

Plus, the breeze is refreshing!

He'll sit down with you and just relax

You two spend a lot of time chatting or star gazing

He may not always know why you're stimming

But he does his best to understand!

And he does learn!

Sorry, this took so long! I hope you liked it!!

[taivansupremacy]

Act Like You Mean It (Part 1)

part 2 part 3

Summary: Robin asks you to be her fake girlfriend for a week so she can catch Vickie’s attention. What she doesn’t know is that she’s already caught yours.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has shown love to the teaser that I posted yesterday! You all motivated me to finish the chapter today and get it posted. I hope that you enjoy! As usual, I got a bit carried away and it’s a little long, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

CW: swearing, pining, unrequited love

“It would only be for a week, I swear! After prom next Saturday, we can forget about this entire thing.” Robin followed you around Family Video begging you to take part in her little scheme when all you were trying to do was find Nightmare on Elm Street, rent it, and get out of there.

All week, Robin had been asking you to pretend to date her so Vickie would notice her. She first brought it up at lunch on Monday and you almost choked on your turkey sandwich and immediately shut her down. Now, it was Saturday evening and Robin still wouldn't let the idea go.

“No!” You stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to face your best friend, “You know I’m a shit liar. Why don’t you pretend to date Steve?”

It’s true, you were the worst liar that Robin’s ever met, but that wasn’t the main issue that you would face if you went along with her plan. You’d been head over heels for Robin since you met her at the video store at the beginning of your senior year. You often fantasized about what it would be like to date her, to be able to kiss her, hold her hand in public, and call her yours, but Robin only had eyes for Vickie and you knew that if you let yourself pretend she was yours for a week, when it was time to stop pretending, you’d break your own heart.

Robin looked at you like you’d asked her to eat bugs off the sidewalk. “First of all, gross. Second of all, I want Vickie to see that I’m gay. She’ll think I’m as straight as an arrow if she saw me with that dingus. Also, did I mention, gross.”

“Okay, okay, Robin you’ve made your point,” Steve looked up from the tapes that he was sorting through at the counter, “This may sound crazy, but have you ever considered just asking her out?”

“You know I can’t do that!” Robin threw her hands up and scoffed, “I can barely act like a functioning human around her. How do you expect me to ask her out and be smooth about it?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Robin beat you to it.

“Please, y/n? I-I’ll let you rent movies for free for a month! I’ll write your next lab report for Freedman’s class!” The blonde started running off idea after idea. She even went as far as to say she’d do all your homework for chemistry class.

You always lost yourself when Robin would start to ramble, especially when she was this passionate. You found yourself staring at her blue eyes, finding as many little green specs as you can, staring at her lips as she talked a mile a minute and imagined what it would feel like to kiss them, you stared at her hands as they moved animatedly, imagining what it would be like to play with her rings when she held your hand and how strong her hands would feel holding your waist.

But as always, something snapped you out of your trance. This time, it was Robin herself.

“Hello? Earth to y/n!” Robin waved her hand in front of your face, smiling when she gained your attention, “So what do you say? Will you do it?

“Yes,” You responded without thinking and immediately clue

You panicked as Robin picked you up and spins you around, thanking you profusely as realization washed over you.

What have you gotten yourself into?

****

A little while after you got back home, your phone rang. You picked it up off its cradle on your bedside table and pressed it to your ear. You had a feeling that you knew who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n.” Steve answered. You could already hear his sympathetic tone.

“What’s up, Steve?” You sighed, preparing yourself for Steve’s imminent scolding.

“What was that tonight at the video store?” There it was. “I thought you agreed not to get involved in this fake dating scheme. You and I both know that you're only gonna get hurt.”

Steve was the only person that knew how you felt about Robin. He’d noticed you staring one evening when you came to visit them at the video store and brought it up to you when Robin retreated to the back for a bathroom break. Now, he throws you sympathetic looks when Robin talks about Vickie, but you pretend not to see them.

When Steve caught wind of Robin’s fake dating plan, he immediately cornered you, telling you what you already knew, that you would wind up hurt if you went along with it. So, you promised him that you wouldn't get involved no matter what she said or did.

“I didn't plan on it!” You defended, “You know I zone out when Robin rambles and I wasn't entirely thinking straight when she asked me that last time.”

Steve sighed, “Just be careful, alright? And don’t get so stuck in your head that you don’t see what’s right in front of you.”

Translation: Don’t start fantasizing and convincing yourself that Robin is in love with you. Remember that it’s just pretend.

“Yeah, I promise.” You nod, although he can't see you, feeling more disappointed (and maybe even embarrassed) by the second.

“Alright, well, I’ll see you tomorrow at the store. Take care of yourself, y/n. You know I’m always here when you need to talk” Steve sounded sincere, yet melancholy.

You only hoped that his presence and listening ear would be enough to get you through the upcoming week.

****

The next evening, Robin showed up at your doorstep with a pizza, some sodas, and a few movies.

“Hey, Rob.” You stepped back to allow Robin to walk into the house and took the pizza out of her hands, as they looked pretty full. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, tomorrow starts our week of “dating” so I figured we could have a little practice run and maybe talk about the logistics of some things?”

You nodded wordlessly, leading the way up the stairs and to your bedroom. You set the pizza box on the floor and took a seat. Robin followed suit and grabbed a slice from the box, handing you one as well.

“So, I was thinking we could kinda set our boundaries tonight. Talk through what you’re comfortable with and what you aren’t PDA wise.” Robin took a bite of her pizza before cracking open a soda can. “How do you feel about hand holding, and kissing at school?”

“I’m fine with hand holding… and I would be comfortable with kissing if I had been kissed before.” You avert your eyes as your cheeks turned red. You stared down at the pizza in your hands as you waited for a response.

“Wait, y/n,” Robin put her piece of pizza down inside the box and turns to face you, “You’ve never been kissed?”

“Nope, never.” You mumbled.

Robin sensed the embarrassment in your voice and slipped a finger under your chin to lift your face up so you could look at her. Your heart fluttered at the gesture. It felt so intimate, so loving, and as much as your head cautioned you, told you not to get carried away by one small action, your heart wouldn’t listen. Her finger lingered for a minute as she spoke.

“Hey, you know that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right?” Robin dropped her hand back into her lap and gives you a reassuring smile.

A beat of silence passed before Robin spoke up again.

“Maybe we could practice a little if you want. You know, that way we can use it this week if you’re comfortable and you can have a little experience under your belt for the real thing.” Robin’s smile faltered when she saw your panic-stricken face. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, y/n.”

A million thoughts ran through your head at that moment. You had the chance to kiss Robin and even if it wouldn’t be “real,” the mere thought of that made your stomach erupt with butterflies. As much as you wanted to jump at the opportunity, Steve’s words of caution echoed in your brain. As usual, your heart won.

“N-No,” You started, “We could try it. It’d rather my first kiss be with you anyway.” Your eyes widened when you caught your mistake. “Because you’re my best friend… and you won’t break my heart!” You were saved, but the irony of that sentence wasn’t lost on you.

“If you’re sure.”

You nodded in response, following Robin to sit on your bed. Once you were seated, she placed her hands on your waist and starts leaning in slowly, giving you time to back out. She’s mere centimeters away from your lips when you wind your arms around her neck and pull her in. The moment her lips touch yours, you’re addicted. The scent of her perfume and strawberry shampoo consumed you and you taste the remnants of her favorite chapstick on her lips. Your heart beats at what you’re sure is a wildly unhealthy rate and you feel like you’re frozen in time; like nothing else exists in this world but you and Robin. Kissing her felt like home. She pulls away much too soon, but you could still taste the flavor of her chapstick that transferred onto your lips.

“Wow, y/l/n,” Robin chuckled, “Are you sure you’d never kissed before?”

You giggled nervously, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. “Absolutely positive. You were my first.” The thought makes you feel warm inside.

“Well I’m honored,” She paused for a second, “So… how do you feel about kissing at school?”

You knew that you should decline and tell Robin that you still aren’t comfortable, but you were already thinking about the next time you would get to feel the warmth of her touch and her lips on yours. You really were in deep.

“We could do that!” You tried to hide your enthusiasm but failed miserably.

“Yes!” Robin launched forward and tackled you in a hug, “We are totally gonna sell our ‘relationship’ to Vickie!”

It was gonna be a long week.

[rainofthetwilight]

AND FINALLY HERE IS A SMALL MASTERPOST FOR THE HELLSPAWN WALKER SIBLINGS!!

I present to you, Jenna and Ethan :DD

(also since you asked to be tagged, @alizibtheterrible)

(pssst, here are the ref sheets for these kiddos)

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before I get into anything, here are my timelines in this AU:

2 years between moto and season 11, atleast 5 months between s11 and s12, 5 more months between s12 and s13, 4 months between s13 and the island, a month between the island and s15, canonically a year between s15 and crystallized, 2 years between crystallized and the merge, 5 years between the merge and the events of DR

and jenna and ethan's ages during these times:

jenna: a year old during s11, almost two years old during s13, turned three a while after nya left, four during crystallized, six when the merge happened, and 11 in current time

ethan: a year old when the merge happened, and 6 in current time

I..know it's probably confusing, but I can attempt to explain more if you don't understand!

my fic for these two is currently being rewritten!!

and now, time to ramble abt the kids!! (warning, VERY long)

their full names are: Jenna Edna Lilly Walker and Ethan Ed Raymond Walker (you can guess who was named after who)

jenna was born just a year after moto, and ethan was born also a year after crystallized!

and from that, the age difference between them is 5 years

jenna inherits jay's powers, and ethan inherits nya's

ethan has ADHD and lacks good social skills due to being surrounded by only 2 people for most of his childhood, while jenna has anxiety, trust issues and some slight ptsd

oh and I can't forget to sprinkle the t r a u m a on them both

they have a good dynamic and bicker normally like siblings always do, but jenna sometimes needs to have her alone time and hates when anyone bothers her so she can snap at any time

while ethan is sensitive and cant control himself, especially if he sees someone distressed, but if he himself is the distressed one either no one should even come near him or he needs a genuiene hug or encouraging words from someone

I'm not sure when jenna will get her powers and will get her true potential, but until I figure it out, she gets her potential when she saw a certain someone in danger (kinda placeholder!!)

she didnt have control of her powers much at first, but would soon learn its abilities

and when ethan gets his powers, it doesn't go smoothly at all due to nya having been turned into the sea, so all the sudden power is..quite a painful experience without control

his true potential? realizing his worth and saving his sister from danger

I don't have exact birthdays for them yet, but the placeholders for now are may 23rd (jenna) and october 8th (ethan)

when they got a bit older, jenna decided to dye some streaks of her hair blue (and one time had a pixie cut), ethan didn't take any creative liberties with his hair but would sometimes style it when he's bored

jenna was named by jay, and while nya had wanted lilly she didnt mind and just she told him ''as long as you don't name her nya junior I won't throw you off a building"

lilly in the end was just given as a middle name

want a fun fact? jenna was the one that named ethan, the moment she saw him in his little blanket she just kept shouting "ethan! ethan!"

jenna always had a love for mechanism, while ethan would break a tv just by staring at it

tbf he does kind of have an intrest, but he finds it boring and just likes how it looks, but he is fairly good at it and just needs help

and jenna has a HUGE obsession for drawing and painting, while ethan likes cooking and is declared 'the gordon ramsey of the walkers* by jenna lmao

Jenna: dude please just open your own restuarant at this point Ethan: for the love of the fucking fsm Jenna-

jenna's special nickname is JJ! long story short, it was at first a shortened version of 'jay junior' that was actually a joke but then it became her actual nickname lmao

jenna is aroace and will go by she/they in the future, while ethan goes by he/him and will come out as bi!

jenna was attached to both her parents but felt closer to nya, especially after seabound

she'd watch her and jay in the sam x cave for ages

never remembering nya nor jay, ethan was wary of nya at first and tried to stay close to jenna but the moment she hugged him? he felt safe and knew it was right (shoot I'm kinda spoiling the reunion uhh)

jenna says she has no favourite uncle, but it's secretly cole and only he knows that

and she bullies kai, even when she's not ordered to do so by jay 👌

she does have a good bond with all of them tho!

jenna, in dragons rising, is 5'0 and will stay that height for a while until she hits a sudden growth spurt at 13 and is literally 5'6

and she'd be 5'9 at 16

happens with ethan aswell, he's only 6 so he's about 3'8 which is average for his age, but he'll keep growing taller and taller and he stops growing once he reached 5'8

The Forest Of Walkers(tm) as a moot of mine once quoted (we both hc jay to be very tall, finn I am looking at you)

and yes, that small part of the drawing of them walking is them in the future, I have no exact design yet and just wanted to throw that in bc of the free space lmao (I will post their future designs tho trust)

fun fact: when me and my friend were still planning what jenna and ethan would be doing after the merge, instead of staying with lloyd they had ended up with sora and arin

in this au, maya and ray are a tad closer to nya than they are in the actual show, they visit regularly to check on her, jay and jenna (soon ethan aswell)

both them and ed and edna SPOIL HER TO DEATH. they'd gladly take jenna any day

..which actually happened, seabound stuff :")

from the way all the ninja grieved, it was extremely lonely for a 3 almost 4 year old kid, especially with how everything happened so suddenly and how she can't yet process grief well, she only had cole who'd stay with her alot when she wasn't at her grandparents

even at their places it felt gloomy, but she loved to distract herself when she'd be in the junkyard by helping ed collect scraps and build with him (when her love of mechanism began)

and she loved to take walks with maya or ray at ignacia, or watch ray blacksmithing

it calmed her down a bit, but she knew something was still missing

edit: jay was also not in the best place after nya left, and wasn't able to spend time with jenna because she reminded him so much of nya, so he went to the lighthouse before he got too far

crystallized was..not the best experience either

because of spoilers and still planning out some more stuff, time to jump to post-crystallized

jenna grew much closer to nya, and had went to school 2 months after ethan was born!

she started in first grade, and was chaotic as fuck

she beat a kid in her class once just because he didnt like her drawings, obviously did not end well but she won and she was proud af 😎

during the timeskip after the merge, when ethan hit 4, lloyd would do some sort of homeschooling for him since he and jenna never left the monastery

Lloyd: okay, what's 5+6?

Ethan: 10!

Lloyd, trying not explode because he was so close:

I have so much more, but this is getting long af and I'm tired lmao

for my moots that are in the combined au, feel free to ramble in the tags aswell if u want to btw!! I wish I could too but I don't have the fuckin energy :'))

I may add on once I have the time and energy in the notes (or another post), but for now here's some info abt these hellspawns :"DD

[viilpstick]

Choose your fighter

No but fr this was way too funny to me bc I realized somehow all of these are my oc x canon and I'm wondering if u think they apply to urs bc if so that's gonna be so funny to me

RAMBLE ALLERT!! I AM BORED. AND YOU GAVE ME SMTH TO DO. RAMBLE AHEAD.

1- Forehead kiss: Viuna

Vil would take his hands place carefully on Yuuna’s forehead and with that give her a kiss in her forehead with his lips curled into a smile, and she doesn’t discourage any bit, she places her hand on his waiting for more than just one kiss. May he forehead be covered in lipstick! She will be willingly to do this sacrifice… But, Yuuna would reattribute whenever he is sat down somewhere not too public, she would stay in her tip toes and “muaw!” his forehead. If he is busy, she will wait on his side; until he turns to her and ask if she needs anything. In my head forehead kisses are a way to display a sweet and somewhat elegant affection <3

2- Neck kiss: Malline & Felcy

Neck kisses are like your face fitting into the person’s neck. You start to smell the intoxicating scent and then place a soft kiss.

When Adeline does it, it means she had a long day. And all that can make her feel better is placing her head in Malleus’ neck, and then her lips curl up into a tiny smile and then: kisses all over his neck marked down by her lipgloss. Of course, the prince won’t let her go until he give her the same treatment, the kisses may trail off to her shoulder, but because she is too damn perfect. Is nothing perverted. Is just a display of lipstick and lipgloss art in your partner’s neck!

For Lacy and Fellow, is more like during a cuddle session. Something that happens when he wake up after a short nap, but, uh-oh! Lacy still not awake. What is he supposed to do? Wait, he found the solution! Why not plant thousands of kisses in her neck until she feels tingly and wake up. Yep, seems about right. He may occasionally bite if she still don’t wake up, but meh. He also does it when she is cooking and he hugs Lacy from behind. Lacy does reattribute? Of course she does. With a devious smile and everything, she does it when they are cuddling on the couch awake. Is sweet in general.

3- Hand kiss; Maizul & Adriano

For wrist kisses is something close to a prank… Wait, let me explain. To take other’s wrist and brought it up to your lips you must make it not seem clear what your first intentions are, maybe you pretend on going to a hand shake and then, a kiss is placed in their hand. How sweet.

Azul would do it quite often with the princess. Every time she leaves work, he can’t forget to knowledge Maizie for her hard work, after all, so he comes up to her and pull her for a hand shake. What the mermaid didn’t expected was her partner to pull up her hand so gently and kiss it and then kiss her knuckles. He could do it a million times, she still would feel dizzy. How or when she does it? Well, a princess like her was taught manners. So, when they go on a date, she kisses his hand immediately, and then she pulls his arm so Azul can get closer for a lips kiss. Young love, hm?

Although, Adriano does not have a canon partner yet. The gentleman is a charmer. He would do it, whenever he gets the chance to hold hands with them. He pulls their hand awhile walking with fingers intertwined and kisses the soft skin of his partner, only to turn to them with a grin and a lovefool look and tease his own partner as if not completely head over heels.

4- The knife thing; Floyce <- Of course

Well, maybe is not an actual knife in the room with us. But the tension has the sound of a clear cut. The tension hangs in the air with a thin rope, to worsen things… Is impossible to not stare at each other’s lips.

Floyd teases, annoys, make Grace’s life ACTUAL hell. But, when she gets mad and confronts him, some switch turns up on him and out of nowhere in the worse moment, in the middle of the silence and staring at each other’s eyes… He gets dizzy at how pretty she is. Of course he has noticed before, but those moments where he can only hear her breath; something changes. Floyd stares at her, as if he just lost his words… Well, not quite, he is more unsure how to deal with the urge to pin her down and kiss her. And his eyes don’t let him hide that. Whoever, when is Grace in his position is a little more hard to know if she wants or not. She doesn’t stare at his lips, she looks to his eyes, Floyd’s eyes. As if encouraging him to have the actual guts to kiss her even when mad. She needs him to do so. And you quite don’t know how, but he does ends up pinning her against a wall and kissing her. The urge needed it’s relief…

feel free to reblog it and give ur interpretation of your oc x canon mah <33 I would love to read it. Sorry, ik its long :,)