#it is Very Clear that they put that extra time in production to good use

[hadestigers]

now hang on now.

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x Reader)

Art by Capitanpoops (link keeps expiring QnQ)

A/N: Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p

Word Count: ~4 k

Warnings: feminine leaning afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to pamper yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your perfume. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful giggles burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling laughter, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your pretty eyes and pretty smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of orchid in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and amber at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You bopped his forehead with a finger in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is so pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh in a modest slip. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you giggled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how your body felt under his hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

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[fic-over-cannon]

Come Home Soon

jason todd x gn!reader

rating: general | wc: 780

inspired by this ask

Jason Todd’s never really gotten over the shock of having you in his life. He pinches himself sometimes, just to check, uncertain sometimes that this is all real. That the neat way you’ve inserted yourself into his life isn’t just an errant daydream too perfect to be true. 8 months it’s been and the butterflies in his stomach are still alive as ever.

Gotham’s been more…chaotic than usual these past few weeks. Arkham’s latest breakout has been a shit show he’d never like to repeat, thank you very much. Jason’s been half dead on his feet from all the extra patrols he’s been doing at the Bats’ requests, damage control spilling into the small hours of the morning. It’s almost a relief then, when you get invited on a road trip out of town. For a little while the constant fear that he won’t be there, that danger will come scratching at your door while he is caught unawares in a different part of the city, will be put to rest.

He is happy, then, to see you off. Presses kisses to your cheeks and reminds you to call when you arrive with a smile on his face. The relief lasts the length of time it takes for your car to disappear into traffic. It dawns on him then, that this will be the longest time you’ve spent apart since he had worked up the trembling courage to ask you out. The apartment feels hollow, without you as its living, breathing heart. There’s no music playing in the kitchen and the side table by the couch isn’t littered with your forgotten cups of tea. Half of your products are gone from the bathroom, empty holes littering the countertop. Jason doesn’t realize how much space you occupy in his life by simply existing until all of that emptiness is staring back at him.

He wonders just how far you’ve driven by now. If you’d had to stop for extra gas and if you’d chosen a sweet or savoury snack for the last half of the journey. He wonders if you have a road trip playlist or if you’d mind making one together. The two of you don’t go driving in a car often, no, Jason prefers the wind of his bike and the warmth of you at his back too much. But he thinks that he might like making exceptions for you.

It’s bittersweet, then, thinking of your life without him. You wouldn’t be half so good with using a taser as you are now. Wouldn’t know the combinations and routes for a dozen contingency plans. As he sits in that apartment so changed by your influence and pictures you winding down some country road, he thinks about the ways he’s shaped your life. Gotham’s just one city in the grand scheme of the world but every moment you’re in it, your life is at risk. Not just because of your love for him, but any stray bullet or dose of fear toxin would take you away just the same. There’s whole countries out in the world that he knows you’d love that aren’t all trying to kill you in gruesome and horrible ways. More, if you go without him.

The vibrations of his phone in his pocket shake him from his reverie. It’s your contact photo, the one you’d stolen his phone to take, that smiles up at him.

“Hiya, baby!” your voice is more cheerful than he’d expected. “We just got in for the night, you wouldn’t believe how bad traffic was getting out of the city. Actually wait, you remember that…”

He doesn’t remember the anecdote, but he appreciates the sounds of your voice washing over him. For the first time all day, he feels settled in his skin. The apartment doesn’t feel so empty with your voice filling it.

“Oh and Jason, if Mrs. Dudek down at the market is selling packzi this weekend could you pick some up?” It’s the offhanded nature of your request that cements in his mind that you’re coming back. That you’ve always been planning to come back. It soothes that little part of him that still wonders if all of this will dissolve like spun sugar on the tongue. That for all the troubles he’s brought to your door, you still choose to come home to him.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah, I’ll swing by and grab some if she’s there. No guarantee they’ll all still be in the box by the time you get back.”

“Get two boxes then, you pastry fiend.” you laugh, affection colouring your voice. “I miss you and I’ll be home soon.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he says simply.

[chronicbeans]

I feel like I request way to much and I can't remember if I made this request already 💀 I imagined puppeteer reader having to show wally basic human things like brushing your teeth and hair and that you have to wash your clothes and when they say this wallys just like "more clothes pls" and after a lot of begging reader gives in and takes him shopping and when they're out wally sees a couple being all affectionate and is just like ":O is this how you guys show affection wowow" and tries to pull the same moves on reader 💀 (can be romantic or platonic I just love the idea of wally unknowingly rizzing up reader 😭)

OMG YES. More human Wally being confused.

Human Wally and Puppeteer Reader (part 2):

🍎 Day 3: this man is helpless. Like, you know it isn't really anyone's fault, since he is used to being a puppet and not a human, but... Come on! He tried to eat the toothpaste! Actually, not even that... HE DID EAT IT. He said he ate it because it smelled nice, so it probably tasted good, too! He was perfectly fine, afterwards, too. Sometimes you wonder if he is really entirely human...

🍎 So, when you finally decide to try to teach Wally how the shower actually works (all this time he has been sitting under the water in his clothes), you take GREAT CARE in doing so. He seems to take things very literally or get more interested in something else. Also, you don't want him to eat the shampoo or soap.

🍎"Okay, Wally, lets go through this nice and easy..." you carefully, very carefully, and extremely carefully talk over the process of how to wash his hair and body, as well as how to dry himself off. You also make sure to make it absolutely CRYSTAL CLEAR that you don't wear your clothes in the shower, and to instead take them off and leave them outside the door, for now. When you tried to go over how to brush his hair, he raises his hand and says "Oh! I got that, already! How else do you think I get my hair this well made up?"

🍎 So, you ask him, after about an hour of teaching, if he is ready to try to shower properly. He nods in excitement, watching as you leave to let him try it.

🍎 It sounds like a warzone. You have no idea what is going on, but you are way too scared to find out. You do notice that, even if he has done nothing else properly, he has left his clothes outside the door. You snatch them up, glad that you can finally get them washed up and rid them of the numerous toothpaste, ketchup, and paint stains on them.

🍎 You end up asking Angela if he can borrow some of Henry's father's old clothes, which she has refused to throw away. She was extremely torn... letting that... THING wear his clothes? But, eventually, she ended up going along with it. She had said that it was probably what he would've wanted. He was always happy to give to those in need. So, you neatly fold and outfit up, and leave them outside the door.

🍎 Two hours later, he finally gets out and peaks his head out the door to get his clothes, only to stop when he sees that they are gone. "(Y/N)! Help! Someone stole my clothes! I can't go out like this! I need to look nice!" You rush over, sighing as you point to the folded clothing, looking up to Wally, who is hiding behind "Put these on. Your clothes need to be washed." "If they needed to be washed, I could've just worn them in the shower." "PUT THE CLOTHES ON PLEASE-"

🍎 He comes out, wearing the plain white dress shirt and black dress pants you got him. To your shock, he somehow got his hair styled into his classic pompadour, even though you don't know if you have the product for it. The bathroom is mysteriously clean, despite the chaos you heard from it. Now, its time to buy him some clothes of his own.

🍎 He is like a child on Christmas morning. He sprints through the clothes aisle, getting lost three times during your trip. He throws practically anything he can find in there that resembles the clothes he wore on the show, with a few extras added on. He even runs to the women's aisle to grab a few dresses, saying they reminded him of the few times he played a princess in Sally's plays. Oh! And they also look pretty!

🍎 At the check-out, he can't help but notice these two people behind you who are acting really odd. They are cuddling really close and using the most sugary of compliments to refer to one another. Is that how he is supposed to show affection to you? He hasn't seen you do that or have that done to you... Oh no! You must feel really lonely! He needs to fix this, as your most devoted puppe- umm... Human!

🍎 As you are putting the numerous bags of (really expensive) clothing into your shopping cart, you feel Wally latch onto you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck as he says things like "I love you so much, sugar cube!" or "Let's get married, someday!" You wheeze from both how tight he is holding you and shock, not knowing where this lovey-dovey behavior came from. Sure, he was always clingy, but it was more in a "worship" way, not "we are suddenly dating now" way.

🍎 The cashier giggles, mentioning how the two of you are "such a cute couple and would make an even cuter married couple!" You decide to stay quiet in the store, walking out with the clothes in the cart and Wally hanging onto you like a lifeline.

🍎 You pack everything in the car, before sitting in the driver's seat and turning to Wally. "What were you doing back there? Are you trying to like, date me or something? Is this weird worshipping schtick you have going on not enough to you?" When he explains what he saw and why he was doing it, you calm down a bit. Just another case of Wally being a little confused, but having the right spirit. "Okay... Just remember that that sort of behavior is usually reserved for romantic partners or trying to get a date, okay? Reserve that for someone you really, REALLY love. I don't know how to explain it. Like, butterflies in your stomach, a nice burning in your chest when you are near them. That sorta love."

🍎 Butterflies in his stomach? Burning in his chest? Near the person he loves? He gets those things near you! There is also this new, beating in his chest ever since he became human. That must be love, too! He looks to you, saying "So... Continue treating you like that. I got it."

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Lmk ss edits + Headcanons, Part 3 (Chang'e, Nezha, Pif, DBK)

- She/Her

- Bisexual w/ male pref (eternally devoted to her husband, Hou Yi, in Chinese mythology though, so I don't ship her with anyone)

- Constellation shaped freckles

- Even though her robot bunnies don't need to eat she still sets out extra plates otherwise she feels bad

- Ambivert

- Used to have a short hair phase

- Aside from cooking she's also good at coloring/painting and makes jewelry for fun

- Can talk for hours on end

- Would absolutely loose her mind if she found out about rollerblading, change my mind

- BIG sweet tooth

- Exchanged a few recipes with Pigsy before they left

- Uses Kaomojis

- Stress eats

- Chang'e and Macaque are besties (I saw other people talking about this and thought it was cute)

- Chang’e is one of the very few people Macaque allows hugs from because she gives the best comforting hugs ever

- She tried to teach MK how to cook once and he failed miserably, she has banned him from the kitchen permanently

- Everytime Macaque complains about something to her it ALWAYS has something to do with Wukong and Chang’e is honestly done with them at this point

- She is always energetic, like seriously, she can run around and cook and exercise for hours and never break a sweat

- She can play the flute

- She does Nezha's hair sometimes when he visits

- Her, Nezha and Macaque will all get together sometimes and just gossip for hours

- Hates it when her kitchen is messy, even when she's in a rush to make something or there's a lot going on she'll be sure to put everything in a neat order

- Smells like cakes, pies and other pastries

- Love language is quality time

- Her skin is always really cold (because of , y'know.. living on the moon) but she's lived there for so long now that she hardly notices anymore

- Doesn't really have a skin care routine and doesn't use a lot of products but her skin is always so soft and clear anyways

- Makes up her own constellations when she stargazes

- She has a small shrine in her house in respect to Hou Yi

- Has two group chats, one with Macaque and Nezha for gossiping, and the other with Pigsy and DBK for cooking

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Put his hair up in a messy bun the ONE time Wukong decided to drop in unannounced, still gets bullied for it to this day

- Would probably die if you ever gave him any kind of soda

- Has a scar on his neck and can even pop his head off like the headless horseman because of... iykyk.. sometimes pulls it off to scare people

- Like Pigsy, he's a huge environmentalist; got super pissed when he heard about climate change and pollution, like he was DEVESTATED

- Really likes chocolate milk, but only drinks it when he's alone because Wukong caught him once and still teases him about it

- Use to babysit Redson when he was little, especially when Princess Iron Fan was too distressed to look after him herself for long periods at a time after her husband was sealed away

- Taught Redson how to harness his powers while he babysat

- Perfect handwriting, it should be a font

- Has difficulty breathing, especially when he gets overwhelmed, due to... yk.. committing..

- Always has a least a small taste of metal in his mouth

- Redson would somehow manage to disappear if Nezha looked away for even a second so he wound up having to get a ring sling to carry him in, no one took him seriously with it on

- Sees PIF as an older sister

- Favourite food is strawberry cake

- Not necessarily a vegetarian but doesn't eat meat often

- Meditates to save and absorb energy instead of sleeping, that way if something happens or someone attacks, he's always awake and ready to handle the situation

- When meditating, stray lotus petals will float around and surround him that act as a shield while also emitting a peaceful aura that keeps both himself and the people around him in a calm state of mind

- Him and Wukong have a sibling rivalry

- Felt incredibly guilty when Redson got trapped in a scroll because he was the one Redson came to when his parents were gone and thought he failed to protect him

- DBK and him have an awkward relationship given the whole "Attack on heaven" thing, but have been trying to find something to bond over for PIF

- Erlang and PIF are basically his older siblings, like they'd be the kind of siblings who'll pretend to give him an important task so he'll leave them alone and then immediately shut and lock the door as soon as he leaves the room, y'know?? He still hasn't forgiven them for that

- Smells like Lotus flowers and strawberries

- Love language is acts of service and words of affirmation

- Likes the idea of hiking and stargazing but never has the time to do it since he's always working

- Isn't afraid to call out someone's bs (*cough* Monkey King *cough*) but can't handle someone calling him out for the literal life of him

- He loves flowers and their symbolism, use to study it before he was tasked with guarding the map to the samadhi rings

- He's actually a really good swimmer but people don't believe him because of his relation to fire

- Has absolutley licked himself to see what he tastes like

- She/Her

- Bisexual

- Has a beautiful singing voice and use to sing lullabies to Redson all the time when he was a kid. Although it's a rare occurrence, she'll sing lullabies to him even now if he gets particularly stressed out or anxious

- Feels guilty about being too mentally unwell to take care of Redson properly after DBK was sealed away when he was little but never knew how to make up for it so she just closed herself off instead which is why she's so cold with him

- Would sleep in a guest bedroom or on the couch for the first few years of DBK being sealed away because she couldn't handle being alone in such a big bed without him

- Follow up on the last HC, after she started sleeping in her and DBK's bed again Redson would sometimes come in in the middle of the night and sleep in bed with her so she felt less lonely but stopped after he turned 11-12 (or at least the Demon equivalent to that age cause he's like 500+)

- Does Redson's hair for him in the morning since he's always too tired to do it himself

- Use to style his hair like hers, with the little horns made of hair, at least until his real horns started growing in

- Her and Macaque are sworn siblings (I have no idea where this HC came from but I saw other people talking about it and thought it was cute)

- Sees Nezha as a younger brother

- Was outcast from her family after DBK started courting her, she was upset for a while but it was worth it

- Super long hair, like it reaches her thighs when it's fully down

- Master calligrapher, seriously her writing is so beautiful and neat

- When DBK was first freed, the first two or so weeks she would stay up as long as possibly and hold onto him so tight whenever she finally did fall asleep because she was scared she'd wake up and he'd be gone again

- Felt like she failed as a mother when she realized she missed Redson's first words, first steps, everything, because Nezha had to look after him while she mourned her husband

- Favourite flowers are Dhalia's

- Because her hair is long it's also very heavy, sometimes if her scalp is particularly sore from keeping it styled up in horns all day DBK will sit with her and brush her hair while she relaxes and watches TV or reads

- Cooks sometimes but isn't as good as DBK

- Has a terrible habit of hiding her emotions from her family (actually the entire Demon Bull Family struggles with this habit)

- Hates the feeling of ink on her skin, someone knocked over a bottle of writing ink in her hand once and she washed it for almost an hour straight to get rid of the feeling of it on her skin

- Smells like Stargazer Lilies

- Love language is quality time and words of affirmation

- Surprisingly big fan of horror movies (conjuring, exorcist, Shining, etc)

- Listens to true crime shows/podcasts while working

- Had servants home-school Redson and then took over home-schooling him herself when he was older

- All her clothes are custom made, and had to get them re-made with fire resistant materials after Redson was born, as well as everything else in the Demon Bull Palace (Clothes, rugs, sheets, blankets, curtains etc)

- Has separate makeup and jewelry boxes, one for everyday wear, and one for special events (anniversaries,  royal gatherings, etc)

- Ambivert

- If she runs out of patience for you, you will literally die

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Hardly recognized Redson when he was freed from the mountain, which is why he didn't address him as quickly as he did Iron Fan

- Has a hard time trying to Remember Redson isn't little anymore, was devestated that he didn't get to watch him grow up

- Tries to connect with Redson and learn about his interests but it just comes off as really awkward for both of them

- Throws all of MK's (and other suitors) Courting gifts to Redson away if he sees them before Redson does (I am a firm believer of overprotective dad DBK)

- Learned how to cook for Iron Fan after they started courting eachother to impress her and it grew into an actual hobby of his, now he likes to cook and bake when he's stressed instead of yelling and breaking things (especially after the Lady Bone Demon incident)

- All his old cook books are pretty much dust after not being used and taken care of for several centuries and although he was upset, he still remembers a few of the recipes, majority of the food he makes now is what he learned from watching Chang'e's cooking show

- Exchanges recipes with Pigsy after getting to know eachother a bit at the beach, but they don't talk much outside of food related topics

- Once walked in on Redson and MK making out in Redsons room and promptly threw MK out the window (he was fine)

- Use to allow Wukong to take naps on his chest while they were still in the Brotherhood, mostly because Wukong would never stop and DBK eventually gave up on trying to get him to stop

- Got really emotional when he found out Redson got a nose ring to match with him (pretended not to care but started crying when he was alone)

- Keeps a photo of PiF and Redson with him at all times, it's not in great condition anymore because he was buried under the mountain with it, but it's too sentimental for him to replace it

- Knows Redsons date of birth down to the exact hour by heart (Canon in JTTW)

- Touch starved, being locked away for 500 years definitely took a toll on him

- Still hasn't entirely forgiven Wukong for calling Redson a "half-baked son"

- Much like how PIF will sing to Redson when he's particularly stressed or anxious, DBK will cook Redson his favorite childhood meal; he was worried the first time it happened because he wasn't sure how to handle Redsons emotional state and also wasn't sure if he still liked the dish he loved as a child, but Redson was visibly happier (or at least calmer) afterwards so he'll keep making it for him

- Has a sepertate pen and writing ink that he uses exclusively for writing to PIF

- He's a sucker for romance movies

- Will pick Redson up by the back of his shirt like a cat and drag him to bed if he's overworking himself

- Invited the Brotherhood to see Redson when he was first born; was disappointed when Azure, Peng and Yellowtusk never showed up

- Goes all out on him and PiF's anniversary to make up for the 500 anniversaries he missed (same with PIF and Redson's birthdays)

- Smells like dirt and regretful life choices (fr though he's been under a mountain for 500 years, that smell doesn't wash away easy after that long, Iron Fan surprisingly doesn't mind, but maybe she's just too happy that he's back to care enough about it)

- Love language is physical touch and quality time

- Cried watching the Titanic, don't even try to tell me otherwise

- Hopeless romantic

- Loves spicy food but doesn't have as high a tolerance as Redson (still very high though, but I mean c'mon, Redson is literally a fire demon)

- Cannot understand or use technology for the life of him, he's calling in Redson left and right asking how to download something or how to get onto another website

- Still feels guilty whenever he sees Redson flinch at him (because of the whole almost killing Redson when he was possessed by the Lady Bone Demon)

[urban-homesteading]

Rendering beef fat into tallow

Ten years ago, I came across a comment on a soap making forum where a woman explained how she gets her tallow pure enough to make into her soaps and it has worked really really well when I've made large batches of tallow. Since the internet is an ever-shifting labyrinth of lost advice, I thought I would help preserve her advice here as well.

By lionprincess00 from soapmakingforum.com:

"I take it and cut off all meat bits I can. Then I cut it into small inch sized pieces or so. Someone here mentioned baking soda to help the render smell, and another mentioned salt for helping get impurities out.

I put it into a pot of water that's filled halfway up the fat. I pour a good half cup or so of salt into it. I mix oh about 3 tablespoons of baking soda into water and pour it on as well. It creates a reaction and releases carbon dioxide, so beware as it heats of spilling over. I did an experiment not using baking soda in the render, and by the third it still smelled extremely meaty. Whatever the reason, it helps a ton reduce the overall finished product's odor. BEWARE OF EVAPORATION, and fill with fresh water as needed.

I heat it on medium low for a good half hour, and then lower the temperature to full low. I simmer for, oh, 4 hours or more, until the fat looks like a gelatinous gooey sinus infection lol. I strain it through a sieve into a glass Pyrex baking dish, used cheesecloth in the sieve once but can't find it anywhere after I ran out, so sieve it is.

I refrigerate it for at least 4 hours or so. It needs to cool completely through. Overnight is best.

Look at the liquid now. Below the fat in the dish after its cooled, the water is a deep muddy brown and STINKS like what I would think a dead body smells like. I almost gag at this point when I go and dump it in the field for the coyotes to sniff out haha. Once I didn't do this, and I'm assuming I used cleaner pieces of fat and cut most trimming off compared to other times, so you may or may not get this.

It looks like it's pretty clean fat now, but there's more cleaning that can occur, and I want it very very clean to prevent smell, dos development, and just the yuck factor of bits being left behind. That water was so nasty, and if it was that bad there's more cleaning throughout the fat that needs to happen.

Scrape any funk off the base of the fat disc and discard.

Pop out the solid fat disc and place in the pot. Fill with water to cover an inch below the fat, or so. This isn't an exact science, so close is fine.. Add about a quarter cup of salt and another few tbs of baking soda. Heat on low, and melt it. I keep it here for a couple hours or so. I strain it out into the cleaned out Pyrex. Cool for at least 4 hours. It just needs adequate time to harden completely through. If you pop it out too quickly, the bottom of the disc will still be water logged. The water beneath the fat disc this second render is a murky slightly tinted white. Very murky. Scrape the base of yucks again.

I do it again. This time I use about between 1/8 and 1/4 cup of salt. Honestly I dump and eyeball it, but for instructions sake, start with these and make it your own. The water after cooling is a cloudy white, but getting cleaner looking. Scrape discolored base. I do it the fourth time. The water is almost clear after this render and cooling. This is how I know most of the impurities are gone. I DON'T use salt this final render nor baking soda. The salt may be what clouds the left over water in the above rendering, but I know it still needs the extra rendering based on the smell too. The smell is nonexistent practically by the fourth render and cooling. The water left beneath the disc doesn't smell either by the fourth time. Is four necessary, probably not. I just want a clean clean product if I'm going to do it myself and not purchase it. Now is it necessary on bigger batches, yes and so is a fifth. If you're doing a lot at once, it may need 5 renders. If you split your 5 lbs into 2.5 renders each, 4 is good. If you do all at once, use a big enough pot for the bubbles of salt and baking soda reacting, and plan on 5 renders, and potentially 6 depending on how little the odor remains.

So, my final render is clear water and smell free even after a remelt of my tallow I rendered. So I do this method."

[uriekukistan]

tokyo ghoul characters and their skincare routines

kaneki doesn't have an extravagant routine, but he still takes care of his skin. probably just a basic 3-step routine with soap, moisturizer, and spf. i feel like he kinda has dry skin in the winter, so he probably also keeps chapstick and a little tube of hand lotion in his backpack or pockets.

haise on the other hand has more skincare products than he can count and the quinx squad is tired of how much space it takes up in the bathroom. definitely has one of those fluffy hairbands. he's a double cleanse, toner, at least 3 serums, eye cream, moisturizer, and sunscreen guy. he also exfoliates 2-3 times a week and does a mask every night.

ayato might wash his face with hand soap on a good day. his skin is annoyingly clear.

urie has that patrick bateman skincare routine. face ice pack for morning puffiness, cleanser, exfoliate, a peel-off mask, alcohol-free aftershave, moisturizer, eye cream, and spf. he has the second most extra skincare routine of the quinx squad.

juuzou doesn't want the stitches on his face to get infected, so he takes a good amount of time to wash his face every day. he doesn't really use anything else because he doesn't want it to mess with his stitches. yes, that includes moisturizer and spf.

akira is another skincare diva like haise. actually, she probably put him on to a bunch of his favorite products. she has a pretty regimented routine that she follows to a T. every product she uses is probably really expensive too. she likes to pamper herself.

touka has a pretty average skincare routine. a bit more than kaneki's routine, but not a skincare diva. she does cleanser (one wash in the morning, double cleanse at night), maybe one serum and/or spot treatment for breakouts (she is the most annoyed by ayato's skincare routine because she breaks out easily), moisturizer, and spf. sometimes if yoriko comes over on the weekend, they do masks together.

eto either has a very high maintenance skincare routine or doesn't do anything at all. it depends on the day. on the days she does do skincare, she goes over the top to balance all the nights she falls asleep while writing and does nothing. prone to buying new expensive products to try and not using them.

tsukiyama is the biggest skincare diva on this list. also has a 10+ step skincare routine. not a single product in his collection is less than $100. he gets those gold face masks that models get. and has a facial at least once a month. probably spends at least an hour applying all his products in the most careful way possible. nothing but the best for tsukiyama shuu

hinami has a skincare routine similar to touka's (probably learned it from her when they lived together). her criteria for products is if the packaging is cute. she probably makes ayato do pore cleansing masks with, she is appalled by his twice a month hand soap routine.

saiko buys any products that have animals or characters on the packaging, especially any sanrio x (insert skincare brand) products. she gets a bit lazy with it though, and she's prone just using face wipes so she doesn't have to stop watching her anime or playing her game

mutsuki is a skincare minimalist. soap, moisturizer, and spf works fine for him. doesn't see the point in all of haise's expensive serums. another dry skin boy, he probably also carries around lotion in the winter because his hands get really dry.

shirazu washes his face with shampoo in the shower. yes, shampoo.

[kxowledge]

What's your skincare routine currently?

I actually spent the other week taking stock of how my current routine was working and deciding if I needed to change anything, so I have a lot to say on this

AM:

Wash face with water

(extra step for wintertime) Avène thermal water

Serum with antioxidants and niacinamide: just switched from facetheory Colloidal-C Anti-Redness Toner, which I got in hope of reducing redness (did nothing for me) back to facetheory’s Cera-C Pore Reducing Toner, which actually makes my skin look great. It has 5% niacinamide and a vitamin C derivative, which is what I want – I just would like extra perks (anti-redness). An alternative I’m considering is the Isntree Onion Newpair Gel cream.

(extra step if my skin is feeling very dry i.e. what I use during winter) hydrating serum: I’ve just finished Avène Hydrance Serum which I found very hydrating though too light weight (i.e. not good for winter for me) and honestly it lasted so little that I won’t buy it again. My go to instead is snail mucin: Mizon’s Snail Repair Ampoule (best formula but not so much product, what I’m currently using); or COSRX Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Essence (best bang for your buck, though my pump was really bad)

Alpha-arbutin: most recent addition to my skincare & it seems to be making a difference when it comes to discoloration (PIE). I’m using Beauty of Joseon Glow Deep Serum, mostly because this was the only product I could find here in Norway.

Caffeine for my undereye: I’m using The Inkey List Caffeine Eye Cream – while I can say it’s infinitely better than what The Ordinary offers (because why would you use a dropped for something that goes around the eyes!!), I can’t tell if I’m seeing results or not, despite using it for almost three months. Maybe?

Moisturizer: Eucerin 5% Urea Repair, my holy grail of all time. I buy this by the litre. Since I entered my mid-20s, my skin has turned dry. Combined with drier winters and the heating I have to put on to survive winter, this is the only thing that makes my skin stay intact.

Sunscreen: probably controversial, but I actually don’t wear sunscreen everyday, as the amount of light I get is ridiculous (though I do in the summer or if there is snow). Over the past year, I tried several ones and my top two choices are Beauty of Joseon Sun Relief (cannot fault a single thing and I found it to be good value for money based on how long it lasted me) and Isntree Onion Newpair Sunscreen (jury is out on whether the onion extract actually helps me, but I found the texture to be perfect for me and it actually ensures I apply a proper amount since it’s not too runny)

Dr.Jart+ Cicapair Tiger Grass Color Correcting Treatment: amazing!! This has been so far the only thing that helped with redness. I haven’t worn foundation in a year and it’s only because of this. I don’t even think it’s that expensive because I spent 30£ for a 50 ml jar which lasts me six months of daily use. Love it.

PM:

My routine is the following:

Double cleanse: I’ve been liking a lot the Beauty of Jonseon Cleansing Balm – so far the best cleansing product I’ve tried. Micellar water is a no for me, as I don’t like using cotton pads. Oils are mostly ok as an alternative, with iUnik Calendula Complete Cleansing Oil being my failsafe (but it doesn’t remove 100% of my mascara).   Next, I use a foaming cleansing gel. My go-to used to be Neutrogena Clear & Defend, but it keeps being sold out, so I’m now using  CeraVe Blemish Control Cleanser. It works fine. My main criteria here is price tbh.

facetheory Exaglow serum: the daily base, with tranexamic acid, liquorice root, and a vitamin c derivative, this in combination with whatever active follows has helped me reduce my hyperpigmentation so so much

An active (see below)

Moisturizer: Eucerin Urea repair, again.

Actives is when things get more complicated, because I rotate weekly between (combinations of) them

Differin (adapalene): game changer, I tolerate it very well and I recently increased it to three times per week  + Azelaic acid: I love it and over the years I tried so many different products (available in Europe). I find that for me 10% works just as well as 20%. Usually, a higher price tag gets you better texture (i.e. less grainy) but not better results. Isispharma Metroruboril was very smooth, but a more basic one works just fine for me – hence why I keep going back to The Ordinary’s 10% one. It’s not an area where I feel like I should be spending a lot.

Kojic acid: I’m using Dermaceutic’s Radiance, which works fine in combination with my overall routine. + Retinol: bit of a controversial combination, but because I’ve been using retinols for so long, this works fine. I’m using A313, which is v gentle. I bought it in Paris and it has a too thick texture in my opinion, so once I finished the tube I’ll go back to my fave L’Oreal Revitalift (amazing fragrance, great texture, very hydrating too)

An exfoliant: while some of my products have small percentages of lactic acid in it, so I never felt the need to have a dedicated exfoliating step up. However, I thought I could benefit from it and started using  facetheory’s Glycolacsal which has glycolic acid (8.5%), salicylic acid (1%) and lactic acid (0.5%).  I use it twice a week and it’s really good.

In addition to all of this, twice a week I do a face mask with benoxyl peroxide in the shower which helps tons to keep acne at bay BUT is infinitely better than using the cream, which has bleached all of my towels. The cream used to be a must in my routine but now that overall my acne is under control, I don’t need to use it as often.

This ended up being extremely long, but I love skincare and I feel like I learnt so much about my own skin and how to work with it and what products work in the past few years. I’m testing new things but in a calculated manner. And I don’t know. Skincare is nothing static and the whole process of figuring things out can be fun (and necessary).

[hinamie]

ok i have composed myself i have transcribed the lyrics for wish you were here as best as i could. i am going to listen to this and only this until i lose interest or the ability to hear, whichever happens first

this song is SUCH a bop the soft guitar intro in2 the main beat is so good but can we TALK . about how . HE STARTS IT WITH A "MWAH" WHAT A FUCKING ICON I LOVE HIM I LOVE THEMMMMM the percussion is so good i love the soft offbeat claps in th bg they add such a nice lil pep n especially in verse 2 after "love you even if you hate my guts" they add like 4 extra clap beats and i am !!!!!!! ASCENDING

verse 1 is iconic i love the line "pack up my head might mail it back to your house" its so fucking funny it reminds me of that post thts like "i didn't know how to deal with the fact that i had a crush so i wrote her a note that said get out of my school" . but listenok listen. verse 2 is the one they posted a snippet of last year and first of all i love the electric-y/tv-turning off/guitar slide/quiet video game laser effect as the vocals start it makes my brain buzz aNYWAY this verse is my favourite between the two and has absolutely s tier lines such as "as long as you think of me I don't care what" and "love you even if you hate my guts" PLUS the lil clappy bits i mentioned they r so GOOD. not to mention his voice pls.,,, he sounds so good when he belts,,, his voice has a slight rasp to it that they lean into with the slightly muffled old speaker sound god he sounds so good all the TIME his vocals are so clear when he hangs on the words "singing" and "myself" into the chorus PLS. also the bg vocal 'a t-t-t-touch too sentimental' is so gd CATCHY

speaking of the chorus oh my god the CHORUS. the desperate cry of "don't you miss me? / don't you want me around?" is so devastating and heartfelt head in HANDS also the lyrics . im so excited abt them i cannot put into words how !!!!!!!! they make me just. gestures helplessly

wishful thinking is all that’s holding me down  lost on a blue moon  i wish you were here right now

in chorus 2 especially the way the beat cuts out after "lost on a blue moon" n comes back after "I wish you were here"??? AUDIBLE SEROTONIN TO ME ((plus in the final chorus changing the "lost on a blue moon" to "not like you used to" ??????? OW ???????????? that had a lil kick that got me a bit.. , being stuck with ur own wishful thinking as a stand-in for the physical affection of the person u like,,, ....fushiguro touch starved megu- *is shot dead*)))

HOWEVER the absolute lyrical Backbone of this song is the fucking bridge. i knew it would be i heard the snippet ages ago and i was like holy shit these lyrics go hard what are they from only to b dismayed to find that whatever song they were from did not yet exist. but now it DOES and i can listen to the way the bridge sounds like lights dimming. like headlights passing through a hazy window. it sounds like clouds parting

nobody else in this life or next  will ever have me the way that you do nothing in hell, heaven, earth, or the rest could ever take me away from you

THAT FUCKING EMOTIONAL BOMBSHELL against the original soft guitar from the intro drop the drums just reverb-y lyrics and background vocals and some of the most romantic fucking lyrics i've had the pleasure of reading let alone hearing one of my favourite artists sing.

i am going to once again fuse my fv brainrot with my megumi brainrot. realistically ik this is probably a missing your ex song but i do not care. this is a longing megumi song to me i dont CARE argue with a WALL (said to no one). the verses and chorus are pine-y and a bit snarky n very i like-like you and don't know what to do with how much i miss you. it's wry and frustrated n just tsundere enough but then u get to the bridge n there lies the sheer undying devotION god im unweLL this is all i'm going to listen to. this was worth waiting a year for if this is part of a new album they have in production im actually going to die

[radiowallet]

Promise

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno Summary: Dieter gets a gift while away on location. WC: 1.9K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. Exclusive M/M dynamics. Written in third-person POV, male protagonists, allusions to smut, and dirty talk. Mentions of food and drug use. Small angsty moments. Yearning. So much yearning. AU Marcus Moreno (no wife, no Missy). A lot of purple prose and waxing poetic in this one, besties.

A/N: We're back with more of these boys. What can I say? I am obsessed with their dynamic and as long as my broken brain keeps sending me ideas for them, I intend to keep writing them down. Big thanks to @magpie-to-the-morning and @jazzelsaur who are patient as patient can be while I barge into their DM's to screech about these two soft, vulnerable boys. I love you both.

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The bouquet had been delivered to set, the candy cotton pink petals hard to miss amidst the cranes and cameras and all the rest of the hardware it took to put a film in the can. Everyone had fawned over the flowers from the moment they arrived, their delicate shape a marvel beneath the heat of the Moroccan sun. 

But when the courier called out Dieter’s name, the room almost erupted, everything from squeals of elation to nosy questions being tossed his way. Dieter couldn’t help himself, cheeks warming and chest puffing, as he accepted the vase, the increased attention not only from the crew but also his fellow actors, stroking his ego in a way he couldn’t help but relish in. 

Maybe some would be embarrassed at the sheer honesty in that one single thought but Dieter found peace in the sentiment. Hell, he was an actor. What else was there to say other than the truth in validation, hoping that enough of the attention could one day fix the broken pieces inside his heart. 

“One of your many admirers sending you flowers now, Bravo?” A well-meaning production assistant asks in passing. 

“Something like that,” he hums, taking care to tuck the card into his pocket for later. 

After that, the flowers find a place on the craft service table, and if an extra take or two is needed because Dieter’s eye line strays just a tad too far left no one makes mention of it.

The day is called just as the last of the light is lost, the sun setting far behind the rows and rows of beautiful blue houses. There’s an offer for drinks and dinner brandied about, a few cast and crew breaking away. Dieter quietly bows out, and again, if anyone notices the once infamous party boy choosing a quiet night in over a raucous night out, not a word is said. 

Once back in his hotel room, Dieter is instantly restless, the flowers moving from room to room, the vase twisted left, then right, then right again. Self-doubt starts to dig at the base of his spine, the very beginning of a panic attack creeping up his back, tight and hot and painful, a wicked whisper telling him he should have just gone out, damn all and any consequences. There is only a bouquet of pink peonies in this hotel room to keep the loneliness at bay tonight, and not for the first time, Dieter feels the icy cold fear that he’ll forget all he has waiting for him back home.  

He does his best to ignore it, breathing slowly around the rubber band across his chest, counting each second with the tick of his fingers. One, two, three, four, in. Five, six, seven, eight, out. Twice more is enough to chase the feeling away, giving Dieter the space he needs to finally breathe fully, his head clearing just enough to ground him back to the moment. The blossoms finally find a home right beside his bed, the low light of the bedroom illuminating the pretty pink petals, and only then does he actually start to settle down for good. He fishes the card from his back pocket, dragging his thumb across the seal.

It’s nothing remarkable; a white envelope, only his first initial scratched across the front. But it’s enough to have his cheeks warming all over again, the tip of his nail finally piercing through the thick paper. The card is equally unassuming, but when he opens it up, the words are anything but. 

Dieter reads it over once, then twice, then one more time for good measure, lips moving along with the lines, one promise after another infused to each and every one. It’s enough to have him scrambling for his phone, dialing with shaky hands and a breathless laugh. It only rings once before it clicks over. 

“Hey, baby.”

“The flowers…” Dieter starts, his mind racing faster than he can manage to speak, any sort of coherency lost at the sound of Marcus Moreno’s soft baritone on the other end of the line. 

“They were too much.”

“No! Fuck no!” Dieter is quick to cut the other man off, refusing to let him think that for even a second.  “No, sweet boy. I love them!”

Marcus would do this from time to time, doubt himself and his place by Dieter’s side. It always brings him back to the moment in that lavish hotel room, Marcus’s warm breath painted across his cheek, lips bruised and fingers grasping, when the heroic had admitted that most couldn’t handle it. To this day Dieter can’t help but wonder if he was maybe talking about more than just superpowers.

He thinks maybe Marcus doesn’t realize. That he doesn’t see what it means to possess a heart so big. Bigger than anyone deserved, the weight of it nearly dragging him down, away from the light and into the shadows. The very ones he tries so hard to protect the world from. And Dieter knew that when the man fell, he fell fast. Fully. All of him hanging out on a precarious line, waiting for the other inevitable shoe to drop. 

Dieter wishes he could figure out a way to convince him that both of his feet were firmly planted on the ground. 

There’s a beat of silence and he swears he can hear the words neither of them dare to say. Not yet. Not with things so new. But he can feel them. Always feel them. With each kiss Marcus pressed into his skin, every drag of his fingertips, each scrape of his teeth, there was the promise of an affection too great to imagine. It was there, on the tip of the other man’s tongue, quietly unspoken but still so very very present.

“I love them,” the actor says again, determined to make his point stick this time. 

Marcus hums, and Dieter can almost picture him then and there as if he was sitting beside him on the 1000 thread count duvet in Morocco instead of miles and miles away, in an empty apartment, his only plans for the night a crappy tv dinner. He could chide the heroic, remind him to have fun, take more chances, but that’s a sticky subject all its own. 

It had been a running theme of the last few months of their lives, the two of them stealing what little time together they could. Marcus would plan, meticulously, weekends away explained under the guise of training or intel or some other bullshit excuse. Dieter would make a stink to his manager on those days, stomping his feet and demanding a mental health break. Maybe it was the fact that he returned from those weekends brighter and lighter than ever before, but Marissa never fought him too hard. 

They would lose track of the hours as easily as they lost themselves in the other, tangled sheets and broken sleep bookending their pleasure. The give and take between them deepened with each weekend that rolled around. Dieter delighted in Marcus’s company, preening beneath the wonder of having him all to himself. The way his whole heart became the center of the universe, genuine affection and care feeling better than any late night or black out bender. 

Marcus would watch Dieter paint, only a sheet around his waist as his eyes traced the curves and colors inspired by his own tender touch. And Dieter would marvel at the bend of the other man’s form, following his steps to the gym, his own eyes wide as twin blades cut through open air. They stayed in. Always in. The pair of them forgoing even ordering in, digging through Dieter’s freezer in search of mini pizza bagels and knock-off taquitos rather than risk breaking the peace of their privacy. 

And if he showed up to the set of the big budget action movie with his belly still soft, it hardly mattered. His heart was full, his mind at peace, and even as the director rolled his eyes, all Dieter could see was Marcus dropping to his knees, nuzzling into the patch of coarse hair smattered across the swell of his stomach, before swallowing him down to the base. 

Those days gave them both something to cling to when life and work and reality would push them back to opposite sides of the country. Memories they could remember in the between, when it was only phone calls and FaceTimes the touch of their own hand to chase away the anxieties hiding around the corner.  

Dieter learned in great detail how to coax those little whines from the heroic, memorizing the ragged sound of his cries as he whispered all manner of filth into the crease of his skin. Marcus matched the energy in kind, splitting up inside the actor, lips on his throat and hands in his hair. Dieter called him sweet boy and Marcus declared him his whole sky, a promise of more following every goodbye. 

And Marcus always keeps his promises. 

When it came time to leave for Morocco, six months of loneliness looming in the distance and one awkward farewell party behind them, Dieter did his best to remind Marcus to not linger in his solitude. It would be too easy for him to fall back on old habits; long nights on rooftops chased by haggard days in the gym, but Dieter hoped the hero would make time to tend to his heart in ways he had forgone for so long. 

Marcus took care to meet Dieter where he stood, urging him to hold onto every word he ever said, his whole heart following Dieter, even when he physically could not. The actor clung to the sentiment, doing his best to remember every weekend spent wrapped around the other man. He held onto every ripple of pleasure and each drip of afterglow. 

Dieter shakes his head, refocusing on the present, even as he wishes for all the little things he so desperately wanted here and not there. Plush lips and dimpled cheeks, brown eyes wide as he nods and quietly accepts the truth in Dieter’s words. 

“I’m glad.”

The silence is back, but more of a comfort now, the blend of their breath lulling the last of the sun and sand and stress away from Dieter’s heart. His eyes are heavy in the best way, his fingers loose where they curl around the phone, still matched to the curve of his cheek. 

“You should shower, Dee. Then sleep,” Marcus prompts, his voice somehow even softer. 

“Mmm, jerk off with me first,” he half whines, free hand already pulling at the threadbare sweats he had worn from set. 

There’s a chuckle, low and sweet and steady, one that Dieter has learned means a promise is about to be made. 

“I’m at the office now, mi cielo, but call me when you wake up and we will.”

It’s enough for now, Marcus’s gentle voice in his ear and the catch of pink petals in the low light, giving Dieter the push he needs to let sleep find him. In a few hours' time he’ll wake up, his stomach empty and his neck sore, but the fresh scent of peonies and an aching promise have something else curling deep inside his belly. And when he dials, the answer comes on the first ring. 

After all, Marcus always keeps his promise. 

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Szayel and mayuri (seperately ) with a reader who is as weird or weirder then them?

Fluff plz

A fun request. As we had spoken about, I made some changes to be a little more specific then just general headcanons so I hope you enjoy. Buckle up everyone this is a longer post.

Szayelaporro

Szayelaporro is a wild card on a good day, willing to do anything to achieve his goal it's a wonder that the other espada put up with him 

Then you came along, somehow just as weird and a times more concerning just for a very different reason 

Eating hallows is nothing new for an arrancar in fact it's incredibly common but a soul reaper or human doing that is...well unexpected to put it simply 

That's how Sazyelaporro had found you, a simple soul wandering around having come across what was left of a hollow your first thought was to bite

He finds it truly fascinating and wants nothing more in that moment then to learn how your mind works and oh it's nearly love at first sight

Szayelaporro is quick to rush over to you and then more or less demands that you come back with him 

This is not a question or a request yet you answer like its one and that just makes him more curious

" Why though?"  What do you mean why, because I said you would.  " Yes, but why do you need something from me? Will I get anything from coming with you?" Maybe. I haven't decided yet. " Okay!" 

So he brings you back with him and you become a companion

Working with him is an experience that's for sure, he's willing to give in to anything you want, be it an odd experiment solely because it sounds cool or having a bite of one of his fraccions

The latter request honestly got him a little worried but he still let you do it because why not, he also wanted to know what would happen if you ate one 

It was not pleasant tasting and it made you a bit sick 

He laughed at your suffering but still took care of you 

You get to be around for all his tests and such and truly having such an open and curious mind just makes him more excited for experiment time 

A truly reckless couple but man is he devoted to you and anything you want to know he will get answers for

Mayuri

You met thanks to Urahara who, like he had with Mayuri, brought you into the Research and Development Institute as a set of extra hands

What a bad idea that was, in some ways you were worse then Mayuri in other ways you where a delight to keep around

Urahara found it funny you both hated him so much and that seemed like the thing that made you get along

When Mayuri took over after Urahara left the weird not quite friendship continued and grew

He knew you were useful to keep around for as annoying as he thinks you can be Mayuri can admit you're helpful

Everything was fine until he started to learn more about you

Working with you means he has to learn some of your habits and well they are interesting to say the least

Constantly wanting to eat or lick things you should not, poking at already cut open experiments or wanting to mix things you think look nice

Not to mention how often you crouch beside him and just stare until he gives you some kind of reaction

It was annoying yes, hard to deal with but he found it almost unbearable when you weren't around

The weird looks and odd questions mixed with whatever action you choose to take that day become apart of his routine so when a day is missed or you just disappear on some random trip he's left more annoyed than normal

You became a constant he wanted to keep around for more than just scientific reasons for a while he claims the only reason is to make Nemu more productive

Perhaps because of how odd you are Nemu sees you as something akin to a mother, bing far nicer than Mayuri and with how often you both work together she gets attached and Mayuri will use that to keep you around more

Call him out on it, back him into a corner with a bright grin on your face and he'll start to crack, first anger then acceptance if you make it clear you like him

From then on the soul society must deal with the worst couple around, you two fit together great but no ones happy about it

With his love of morbid experiments and your encouragement and equally as morbid curiosities you two are a dangerous but somehow functional pair

And that's a wrap! Here I am once more finding out that writing for Szayelaporro is oddly easy. He's just fun whether he's mean or sweet he's just fun. So I hope this is what you wanted and thank you to everyone who's been waiting for me to upload again! I've got some stuff I've been working on so please look forward to that as well! ~ Lilly

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

How TVD Could Have Been 10,000 Times Better:

(Some Creative Writing Disguised as an Essay)

Look, I think we're all aware that TVD sucks. But that doesn't mean it had to be that way. The CW ruined plenty of shows; SPN, TVD, TO, Legacies, Arrow - I could go on. In spite of weak plot or disappointing endings, these shows had some excellent character concepts and could have been so much better if someone had put just a touch of creative thought into them.

Now, I can't pretend to know much about acting or the world of production, and I can't say I could actually direct anything effectively, but I do have something of an artistic eye. So if I had been the one to direct something like TVD, then I can guarantee that at least the cinematography and music choice would have been ten times better.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Example One:

Do y'all remember the scene where Klaus breaks his curse? (Of course you do.) Let's face it, there are plenty of very cheap, practical tricks that could have made that scene feel ten times as natural and formidable. But, for now, let's just focus on camera and music. The ending to that particular episode with that big, frightening cliffhanger was alright. But you know what could have made it that much better?

Some gosh darn cinematography. So, picture this, if you will:

The full moon has passed it's apex and now sets over the tops of the trees - the forest beyond is black as night. On the edge of the trees, a lone wolf - wild and fierce - is seen prowling into the woods and the camera spins, flipping upside down and you realize... The moon isn't going down at all, it's only just begun to rise. The eerie howls of a wolf pack can be heard in the distance as Feelin' Good by Michael Buble plays full blast....

Significantly better, right? Let's have another.

Example Two:

In season 4, Kol (aka the love of my life) slaughters a bar full of freshly turned vampires. Such would have been an excellent opportunity to exploit the show's TV-14 rating for use of gore, and seeing as vampires aren't technically human, that gives a show a little extra leniency with its gore total. (TVD rarely used gore to it's fullest potential, just a little bit of set dressing and makeup can really drive a scene home. Just watch The Originals: The Awakening web series. That was well used gore.)

Now, even after all the show did to dismiss him, Kol is still a reasonably intimidating character. However, that extra carnage allotment could have been used to create a truly terrifying antagonist. Instead, the show chose to reduce a one-thousand-year-old being's massacre of a dozen or more relatively innocent people to some vague off-screen unfortunate mishap. This was - pardon my French - AN ABSOLUTE PUSSY MOVE!

They could have shown the kills and brought all the horror, without breaking the season's gore total. How? Why like this of course...

The woods are quite dark, but not black. The old pine trees lining a well-traveled dirt road are individually discernable but only just, lit in tones of grey. It's just barely sunrise, yet shadowy figures seem to flit through the dim light. The camera angle is set on the ground, like a person lying in the dirt.

An early morning fog creeps along, pooling in the clearing provided by the path as it carves its way through these forboding woods. The fog rolls and shifts - you're unsure if something or someone has disturbed it. You wait - another moment, another heartbeat - and then you see it: A tall, shadowed silhouette appears through the fog - small and faint at first but growing clearer, stronger as he approaches, much like the music that begins to play - heard by the viewers through the dark figure's headphones. The terrible stranger stalks closer and closer, seeming to grow larger than life, thanks to the camera angle which changes as he passes. The camera moves with him, circling around him once in one continuous shot before settling just a short distance behind. The song heard in his headphones is Stayin' Alive by Bee Gees' and he sways to the beat - casually, carelessly - as he walks toward that absolute dump of a bar.

The figure opens the door and the music becomes just a bit muffled as the door swings shut behind him. The song continues for a moment - just a second or three - calm and ordinary as one would expect and then

BAM!

BLOOD SPRAYS ACROSS A WINDOW!

Suddenly, the audio is no longer confined to those headphones; it expands outward, and now intertwined with the music, the audience hears the screams, the pleas, and the tortured cries of those poor souls as they're slaughtered like pigs. One by one, the screams cut off until it's once again only the music. Then, just as you thought it was all finally over, there's a loud crash - the door opens with a bang and you see a pair of hands latch onto the doorframe. They scrabble and scratch, burning under the faintest touch of sunlight. Something tugs at them, drawing them back inside, but they fight! Then, with a spray of blood across the camera, the hands go slack and are yanked back inside.

The screen goes black and the music stops...

See what I mean?

With just a little bit of camera creativity and a dash of practical effects, TVD could have been so much better, right?

[exeggcute]

hello! you seem to know a lot about skincare stuff, so i'm curious what products you use for general daily use? i also have adult acne and it's very annoying. i would also appreciate any lip moisturizing ideas if you have any. thank you, and hope your day's going well!

oh yes! although fair warning that I am not a skincare expert at all (I don't even understand half the lingo that people use when they talk about products lol) so take any of my recommendations with a grain of salt...

other than sunscreen, literally all of the stuff I use is either from paula's choice, the ordinary, or good old cerave. I don't even bother trying other brands at this point because I assume they'll just be overpriced junk—plus, you can get almost all cerave products and a good chunk of the ordinary's products at, like, target. I'd also note that you don't need to (and really should not) go out and buy a million things at once; I have a pretty good arsenal at this point but it took me a couple years to build it up by trying one or two new products at a time and seeing what I like.

both paula's choice and the ordinary have "shop by concern" sections on their websites, so if you want actual targeted advice about what to try then I would definitely defer to them lol. but for some specific examples of what I like:

diehard fan of cerave face soaps. they have a foaming pump and a non-foaming pump, depending on whether your skin is more oily or more dry. I mostly use the latter, but since noelle uses the former I'll occasionally steal a pump of the foamy one if I'm having an oily streak lol.

likewise with cerave moisturizer, specifically for your body, but also works great on your face as a final skincare step. will not make you break out. however (important info incoming!!!) the pump lotion is far inferior to the giant tub of lotion—the pump stuff is just kind of watery and sad in comparison. get the tub. you deserve it.

the ordinary hyaluronic acid 2% serum is another "help I have dry skin but also acne" lifesaver. you can apply it directly to (damp!!!) skin or (wet!!!) hair or put a couple drops in your lotion for extra-moisturizing lotion. but it works by drawing outside moisture into your skin/hair, so make sure you're not applying it to dry skin/hair or it can backfire and actually dry you out.

paula's choice enriched calming toner = dry skin savior.

for acne specifically, paula's choice pore-reducing toner fucking rules. it's not harsh at all so you can use it as much as you want. pairs well with paula's 5% AHA exfoliant (which only use when I'm really flaky, since it is a little harsh, but you can temper it by applying lotion right after).

the ordinary azelaic acid 10% suspension is a little tingly, so I only use it when I'm actively breaking out (which tbf is often lol), but it's a great at starving out pimples.

from the paula's choice CLEAR line, I looooove the purifying clay mask. I use this one a couple times a week as needed, usually right after I get out of the shower, and then I'll wash it off and do the rest of my face potions as usual. even if my skin is pretty clear I just like how tight and clean everything feels after. I also recently tried the CLEAR 5% benzoyl peroxide daily skin clearing treatment (only because I got it as a free gift... otherwise I would Not have tried a benzoyl peroxide product lmao. bad memories of childhood acne treatment snake oil shit.) and was surprised how much I liked it, although I've been applying it verrry sparingly. the bottle recommends applying it (1) to your entire face and (2) EVERY DAY, but I've had luck using it as a sporadic spot treatment. pairs well with the enriched calming toner.

I've also been using this prescription tretinoin cream off and on for the past year (from the dubious skincare-as-a-service online pharmacy "forhers" lol) and it's Good but not a miracle. my skin is already pretty sensitive so I try not to use it that often, but it would probably work a lot better if it did. also makes you photosensitive as hell so watch out (sunscreen is a must).

specifically for lip moisturizer, nothing beats plain old burt's bees lip balm imo but if you need something heavy-duty I do like the paula's choice lip and body treatment balm. it's a little greasy but has great staying power and the tub lasts forever!

also important to note. you should always do stuff in this order: wash your face (duh) > toner > other stuff > lotion/moisturizer. I know you're supposed to do the "other stuff" in a specific order if you're stacking multiple products but tbh I just kind of wing it lol.

[raithwithwings57]

Stucky draft piece

You might notice a couple of repeated ideas from one of the other drafts, that's because this is technically the second draft of that one but I changed it into a later scene and plan to rework both versions. This is for *Asking For The Dead* again.

“Okay okay, that is genuinely a crime.” Said Barton. “What the heck is on your face? Did you have a mental breakdown on the way over? Because if that’s a regular thing, then I would suggest investing in some waterproof products.”

James blinked back at him. “It’s warpaint.” After a moment of thought, he decided if Barton was fucking with him then he might as well fuck with him right back. “Also: it makes my eyes stand out.”

Barton snorted. “Hell yeah they stand out, from the void jesus christ man that, that’s just no. If I saw you on the metro I’d start airdropping eyeliner tutorials.”

The other assorted SHEILD agents present looked distinctly uncomfortable by this exchange.

Right about then James took an odd liking to this man. Barton was clearly pretty irreverent to the process, but the files about him all said he was the best. James huffed and flipped his hair dramatically. “In my defense, the last time I tried to wear eyeliner was also back when I was stealing it out of my sister’s cosmetics. And let’s be perfectly clear, we’ve only got gayer from there, but my eyeliner skills have stagnated with my lost heterosexuality.”

Barton grinned, good humor glinting in eyes. “There is no amount of defending good enough for that horrible thing you got going on there. You look like you’re about to get your photo taken by a random stranger at a bad angle in poor lighting and end up as a meme for all of eternity. Teenagers are going to text photos of you to each other to convey how bad their day was. You look like you had an anxiety attack over how shaky your eyeliner looked and then you just rubbed it everywhere and called it done. You look like your bad day had a bad week, and it decided to make it very personal.”

James walked over to where the others were all gearing up and grabbed a couple of extra clips to put in his belt. “It’s supposed to be hidden behind a mask and goggles. Warpaint.”

Barton came right up beside him, grabbing gear and strapping on his kevlar and tac vest. “That actually makes it worse, not better. What I would like to know is what kind of creepy shit they broke you in on, cuz if that’s you’re standard operating colors then damn you must have been neck deep in it. What are you, an ex-seal or something?”

“Direct your inquiries to Colonel Fury’s P.O. box.”

Barton snorted and reached out to tap James’ left arm. “No but seriously what are you here for? I’m pretty sure I didn’t order emo terminator in the notes for this one. I’d have remembered that one. Would I? Okay maybe I did say ‘pls god send me emo terminator to help me with this op’ but I’ve been told my handwriting is illegible and none of them were supposed to be able to read it anyways, and I sure as hell didn’t expect them to actually come through! If I seriously just used up my one favor on you, then I will be accosted by great sadness.”

[ciaossu-imagines]

Do you have any headcanons for Iris Hepburn?

Of course I do, my lovely anon! Thank you so much for this request; it always makes my heart so happy to see the female characters get requested for! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons 😊

Despite how the anime coloured her, I refuse to believe that Iris isn’t at least mixed race. Like, I refuse to accept her anime colouring and call bullshit whitewashing on her character. To me, she’s mixed rate, Italian and Jamaican.

She definitely loves pampering and spoiling herself. She makes spa and salon days part of her regular self-care and really splurges on the high end hair and skin products, and uses luxury brand make-up. Nothing that touches her skin can be cheap and she actually puts a lot of work into her skincare and make-up routines, which she finds really soothing.

In another life, she definitely would have become an influencer or YouTube/TikTok star within the beauty world, showing people how to do makeup looks while also encouraging people to remember that men ain’t shit, hold your head up, look amazing, feel amazing and crush those jackasses under your feet, queen! She definitely comes off as that kind of person to me.

Besides having three piercings in each ear, I also think she has a VCH clitoral  piercing. She likes the look of tattoos on certain people (it will make them about twice as attractive as they were without the tats), but she’s firmly against them on herself unless they’re tiny and delicate and she hasn’t had any tiny and delicate tattoo ideas that compel her enough to go get them done.

 While her breasts get the most amount of attention from people, her favourite parts of her body are actually her lips and her thighs. Speaking of those breasts…implants. Iris was actually quite flat-chested for most of her life, and while most people still considered her to be very beautiful, she always felt insecure because of it so she pulled the trigger on getting implants and actually loves her body more after the surgery; she definitely has no regrets about it.

I do think Iris is someone who thinks cosmetic surgery is not a horrible thing and would consider getting more as she ages, particularly face-lifts or Botox to help slow the aging process. She’s admittedly a little bit of a vain person though, so her opinion is weighted by that.

Iris gets crushes really quickly and has absolutely no shame when it comes to flirting and making her attraction clear, though she’s very teasing and coquettish about it. She definitely pursues anyone she gets a crush on, but there’s a lot of games and push and pull – Iris loves making people chase after  her, making them think they need to pursue her hard and lavish her with gifts and attention, while she’s actually batshit insane about them.

Since I know it’s going to be brought up…yes, Iris is very much into the sadism/masochism scene, both sexually and just in general. I feel she’d actually have been really interested in playing dominatrix either sexually, financially, or as a domineering ‘life coach’ for her clients if she hadn’t instead chosen to go into the Mafia.

But let’s also never forget that Iris was a scientist. She is extremely intelligent, curious about the world around her, and while she’ll play dumb, that’s only to get others to underestimate her. She was high-school valedictorian, in the top three of her class in university, and she still reads medical and scientific journals because those subjects inspire and fascinate her.

Going along with that, she’s actually crazy intelligent emotionally. She’s always been good at reading people and she has no problem using her gift at ‘figuring people out’ to her advantage in any way she can.

She doesn’t really crave sweets unless she’s on her period, when nothing will satisfy her more than dark orange chocolate. Most of the time, she prefers salty to sweet – she’s the type to add extra salt to everything. Sliced up an apple to eat it? She’s sprinkling salt on it. Buttered popcorn freshly made? Oops, there’s almost a quarter of her salt shaker emptied onto it. It’s her worst food habit, both taste and health wise.

Iris loves step aerobics, yoga, and dance classes as ways to exercise.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Shhh everyone's asleep, post self ship fanfic from ages ago

S/I/OC x Riddler

Tw: nsfw 🔞

Belle was anxious as she waited in her uber going over to Edward Nygma's house. It's the first time she's been invited over- all the banter and clever word play culminating in an actual date. He'd been so *persistent* in a way she found charming, damn her instincts.

She pulled at the skirt of her dress, suddenly feeling self conscious. The choker on her neck felt tight, though she knew it wasn't. Of course she'd decided to dress up! Most of the time when he had seen her, she was so casual, usually in some kind of t-shirt.

What in the world did he see in her anyway? Sure, he'd said there was a list if she wanted to hear it, but- really, what could he want? They were so different in a lot of ways. He was immaculate and always well groomed from what she'd seen. Well spoken, brilliant- a narcissist with plenty of flaws, yes, but she would expect a guy like that to want a model. Or a rocket scientist, at least!

Yet as she read over the texts of the morning confirming her coming over for dinner... he really did want to see her. Maybe for a polite "the chase is over, but I had fun" spiel. No. No, no, he's not THAT socially inept... is he?

The car stopped in front of his home and she felt her heart wanting to stop with it. Instead she gave the driver a thanks and got out, straightening her clothes to be presentable. The dress had pleasant different colored vertical stripes and a collar that dipped down to show *just* enough cleavage. She wished she had a mirror to check her hair and makeup.

Too late to leave now. Her knuckle raps on his door, no indication this place belongs to the illustrious Riddler save for a small green question mark by his mailbox. That and the camera that looked down at her above the door. The place is relatively discreet among all the other buildings around it. If she didn't know how extra he was, it would look like a regular apartment or townhouse on the outside.

She can hear a sort of shuffling behind the door before it opens and immediately her heart goes for a loop.

Her mouth goes before she thinks, "You're casual! I didn't think you even owned a t-shirt!"

Yes, in fact, for all the times she had ever seen him dressed in a full suit- Edward Nygma was in an open button down and plain shirt underneath. His hair wasn't perfectly pushed back with product. His brows might have even been a few small hairs out of place! It spoke to a vulnerability she hadn't quite seen from him before. His bravado lowered.

He clears his throat before grinning, "And you're not! Look at you. Do a spin."

Belle scoffs with a nervous laugh, "Stop. I'm just- I thought-" She rubs her arm and looks away.

It clicks in his mind and he puts his hand to his head, "Of course! And here I thought an evening at home should be more comforting. Should I change?"

"Oh god please don't I already feel embarrassed." She says, "You look good. I was just surprised."

He ushers her into the building, quick to hover his arm just above her waist. He's looking at her up and down, seemingly very pleased.

"And I was thinking while you look wonderful normally... this is something I could get used to." His arm ends up on her shoulder as they go towards the kitchen.

"What, the makeup and everything?" She's ready to roll her eyes.

He leans in closer to her ear, almost in a purr, "No, I meant seeing those legs on full display. And these *curves.*" A finger brushes over her waist and she almost jumps. Before she can scold him, he's pulling away to step in front of her, facing her.

With all her nerves, she hardly even noticed the heavenly smell in the house. As it catches her nose she takes a deep inhale and smiles.

He holds up a finger, "Ah, yes! The menu. Lobster tails."

"Geez, aren't those expensive?" Belle asks, "You didn't have to go all out."

"Then I shouldn't tell you about the steaks." He says with a raised brow, "You finally said yes, I need to impress! Well. I thought the clothing would balance it out, really." In truth, he hadn't expected her to dress up and he wanted to match. Now that he's seen her, however, there's no way he's going to just say that.

The idea of balancing out makes her laugh, "You're a dork. It's cute." Despite herself it rather spills out and she's flush.

What she wasn't expecting was him to flush as well, "O-oh. You... think so?" He clears his throat and is pulling out a chair for her to sit on in the small dining room of his home.

Her heart flutters and she's blunt, "I mean. I always thought so? Not always but. Once I got to know you." She's flustered remembering that first time. Being caught up in one of his schemes and catching his attentions. Being stuck with him for that short time period and seeing, every once in a while, that villainous facade slip.

"Ah yes. That plan should have worked... but I suppose if... if meeting you meant it failing..." he stops talking, his face getting redder, "I wish I'd recorded you saying I'm cute, dear Diana. Proof you're fond of me."

Her eyes narrow. *That* nickname. It had confused her the first time he had called her that, after one of their run-ins. Diana, the goddess of the hunt, of the wild and the moon. Once splashed a hunter with her spring water to be set upon by his own hounds for gazing upon her bathing.

For some reason, Edward associated her with the moon- one of his compulsive little habits was to categorize. One of his "love letters" had even been attached to a Moon tarot card stuck into her door. Animals ended up fitting as he found out more about her. Over their meetings it became a unique pet name.

Belle leans forward in her chair, "I'd hope me being here is proof enough."

"There can never be enough evidence of one's affection." He points out before going back to the kitchen. The smile on his face gave her butterflies. Internally she chastised herself. Ridiculous.

As she looked around she realized his place was... actually nice. Cozy. Way less clutter and organized chaos than hers. She wondered if it had anything to do with his diagnosed OCD or if this was him impressing her.

Green was definitely the main color in different shades. But not so much so to be overpowering. Several pieces of question mark themed furniture or small pieces that she could see. In that way he was delightfully predictable. A shelf of puzzle boxes and complicated brain teasers she could never hope to solve without some help. Another shelf of devices she can only assume he made himself.

No computer that she can see from her seat. Either out of sight or his technology and workspace was somewhere else entirely. A basement? Or a different building entirely? It was nosey, yes, but she couldn't help being curious given his status as a member of Gothams infamous rogues gallery.

All of that wiped from her mind, however, as Edward returned with two plates in hand. Once a plate was put in front of her, she couldn't help but swallow back her excitement. Damn. He really did call her out on what she'd like.

"This looks and smells wonderful!" She praises, "I... didn't know you could cook."

Edward sits across from her, preening, "I'm skilled with more than technology, Miss Jones."

"Oh please, stop the bond villain routine." She scoffs, which just makes him give a short laugh.

He puts up a pointer finger, "Hold that thought." He gets up from the table and digs through a cabinet in the kitchen before returning with a candle and a box of matches.

Belle almost snorts with laughter, "You have not been saving that!"

He returns his own grin, "We get power outages in Gotham, as I'm sure you know. But... it creates a mood, doesn't it?" As he lights the candle he snaps his fingers and the lights in the house dim. Belle moves to cover her mouth, face red, and he would think she's possibly embarrassed if it wasn't for the delighted look in her eyes.

Her hand moves over her eyes and he can see the wide grin on her face, "You're so dramatic, oh my god."

"But you like it." He says, feeling at peace seeing how happy she is.

There's a moment where she pauses and catches her breath. A sigh, "Yes. I do. I really like it. And you."

The admission leaves him with a dopey look on his face and he lets out his dorkiest chuckle. In front of anyone else, he'd be embarrassed for it but for her he feels... safe. At home. It doesn't hurt it makes her laugh just as loud and as embarrassing. It's infectious.

When she realizes, she's putting food in her mouth to change the subject. Immediately she's humming, "This is so good! Thank you for making dinner."

"You're so very welcome." He replies, drinking in her pleased reactions. The rest of the dinner passes as expected. Light anecdotes about their lives, a joke here or there. Nothing too deep or too vulnerable- them having the dinner at all was vulnerable enough.

Yet as everything cleared and she was following him into the kitchen, she felt... there needed to be more.

In fact she jokes, "It's only 8:30. Did you... want to do something? Or-"

"Don't even suggest you've overstayed your welcome." He stops her, putting rinsed plates into his dishwasher, "But what could we do... I suppose hacking Gothams mainframe doesn't do it for you?"

She shakes her head with a grin, "I was thinking more of a movie? Unless that's too low-brow for you."

That laugh again, "Cute. A movie is an excellent choice." She can't see it but he feels the heat under his collar. She wants to spend more time. With him! He needs to calm down. If she'd asked to see the workshop he'd likely hand her the keys and that just won't do.

"What do you think of a mystery?" He asks, that cat like smirk showing over his face, "See if you can figure it out before the credits."

She gives him a look, her brow raising, "Better than a riddle, I guess."

"As you said, the night is young so don't tempt me." He laughs and leads her to his living room. She doesn't say it, but is absolutely not surprised he would have a fancy flat screen and a cushy couch for optimal viewing. She can see game systems tucked into an entertainment center underneath.

He puts out his hand to the table in front of them, grabbing the remote, "Alright. I know a good one."

Dramatic music swells and several familiar names and credits flash over a river. It's older. She doesn't recognize film until she sees that man with the mustache, Hercule Poirot, sitting by a pyramid.

"Death on the Nile?" She asks.

Edwards face goes sour, "You've seen this?"

"It's Agatha Christie." She laughs, "Next you'll try to show me Alfred Hitchcock."

Hitchcock was his next choice.

Belle is quick to pat his leg, "I haven't seen this in ages. It's fine."

The affection is enough to make him completely forget about trying to make her guess. Funny thing, that. The colorful cast of characters, the aesthetic- it's all so easy for her to relax next to him on the couch, slowly coming to lean on him. He tries to be nonchalant about it, his hand going to rest over her arm. It's when she moves her arm and his hand falls to her waist that he hesitates. Her hand laces over his and he feels a shiver up his back.

Internally she's panicking and deciding if she wants to go further. Her eyes close and her head leans on his shoulder.

His breathe tickles as he turns his face, "You can't be falling asleep."

"I'm not." She says clearly, "Just. Enjoying the moment." Her voice is quiet and both of them have racing hearts.

His lips move to her hair and lay a soft kiss atop her head. She feels like she could swoon. Instead she looks up at him and places her own kiss on the corner of his mouth. There's a fluttery sort of sound that comes out of him and he sighs. His grip on her waist gets tighter as his other hand goes to her chin. He guides her face to his and her hand finds purchase against his chest. The kiss between them feels electrifying.

Her lips are still buzzing when he pulls away. There's calluses on his hands that she only notices as they run up her thigh and threaten to push up her skirt. Her breath catches and her hand stops his. He's quick to pull back.

"I- I'm sorry did I-" Did he misread all of that?

Belle shakes her head, "No, I want this I'm just-" She kisses him on the jaw and stays close to his body, "It's just been a minute. I'm worried I- you know-"

His hands go to her face and he looks her over, giving a pleasant smile, "I want you, Belle. All of this." He kisses her forehead and her shoulders untense. The look she gives him... that trusting, soft vulnerable look- its enough to get him right back where he paused.

His hands go up her skirts as they make out and her hands twist in his shirt. There's a look of surprise as his fingers reach a particular fabric. She can feel the friction of his skin against hers as they dive beneath the band of her underwear.

"Lace? For me?" He asks with a smug glance.

She looks away for a moment before admitting, "I thought there was a possibility."

"So prepare." Edward nods, "Oh, I was right. I knew we'd make a great match. From the moment I saw you."

"Is that so?" Belle laughs as his kissing get to her neck. A soft moan and she holds onto him tighter.

"Of course. I'm always right. I'm a genius!" Edward pulls away just enough so she can see his overconfident smile, "And these... oh, these need to go. What color are they, I wonder...?" She says nothing as his hand yanks down on her panties and he catches a peek of the most delightful shade of green. Her face flushes.

Yet he doesn't tease her. Instead he continues his kissing, the underwear swiftly hitting the floor. The pad of his thumb delves at the very edge of her lower lips and Belle shudders. He moves up and over the clit, circling over with just enough pressure.

"Ff... fuck, Edward-" Belle breaks away from the kissing and allows her head fall back.

The riddler goes for her throat, "That's the idea- hm... I think we should change venues." A nip over that soft flesh to feel her shiver.

"Yeah maybe... maybe the couch isn't..." Belle can't complete her thought at first, but feels a quiet whine in her throat when his touching stops.

Edward gets up from the couch, giving her a hand to stand, "As much as I'd love to get it on like teenagers on the couch, I think we'd both be more comfortable on the bed, hm?" Belle briefly thinks on it. Both of their backs. His knee.

"Yeah, that's... that's fair." Belle kicks away her panties and waits for him to pull her down the hallway to his room. Not exactly a tour but she does take in the decorations and art that lines his walls even as they round the corner to the room at the end.

She has to stop herself from laughing at the ridiculous (what she assumes is) custom grey and green comforter- carefully embroidered with question marks and geometric patterns at the bottom. It's so him. The little work desk next to the bed covered in grease, tools and a half finished project. A closet filled with she assumed a various collection of suits. A dresser that she wasn't actually sure of... but she'd love to find out at one point.

All of this she takes in just before she feels his hands unzipping the back of her dress. Instinctively her hands go to her front as the dress falls forward. Those callused hands go to her shoulders, pushing the fabric away. His lips find her bare back and she shivers as she moves her arms to let the dress fall to the floor.

"Cold, dear Diana?" Edward murmurs, "Let me warm you. Let me the grace of touching you. If you should not allow me this, let me be be cast by your spring water and eaten by my hounds-"

Belle finds herself flustered by his words but turns around to stop him, "I want nothing more than for you to touch me, Edward."

She unbuttons his pants as his fingers unclasp the choker around her neck. Then he tries to start on her bra. A growling hum as his pants start to fall and her hand dips over his hard cock. A small squeeze before he's grabbing at her wrists.

"Too much?" She teases, biting her lip.

Edward has a desperate dry tone to his voice, "Get on the bed. And get that damn bra off." He gives her hands back, his own pressing on her hips and guiding her to lay down. The bra quickly thrown off somewhere in the room. His pants and underwear thrown somewhere else in the room.

He's quick to knock her legs apart and press his middle digit inside of her, curling along her walls. Pumping slowly, his thumb going back to her clit. The sharp sound of her moan makes him twitch and he kisses at her torso, then her breasts. His tongue goes to work around a nipple, trying to study what elicits the best response.

She can hear him take a deep breath and sigh out. Her own concern brushes his hair back and gives a light tug and he stops his ministrations. Her voice is soft in the dark room, "You okay?"

"Y... of course! I'm just... is this good?" Edward Nygma for once struggling to find the words, "You're so beautiful. I want to taste and touch everything." His finger slides out of her and she leans up on her elbows, seeing him better.

She wishes she could save this image in her mind. His flush face and messy hair. His cock leaking precum and she hasn't even really done anything yet. How desperate he looks right now for her.

She could get emotional, someone being like this for her.

"It's so good, Eddie." She leans forward to kiss him, "I just want to feel you inside me. Is that okay?"

His eyes widen and he seems to have lost his brain function for a moment, "....Yes! Yes. Yes, yes. I can- hold on!" And he's digging in a drawer next to the bed feverishly before pulling out a condom, "Let me just-"

"Let me." Belle moves to stand on her knees on the bed. She pulls the condom from his hands and tears it open with her nails. Just as she positions it, she moves closer to kiss his chest and then his jaw. Her hand rolls down over his cock and she can feel him shudder at the attention. It isn't long before she's moving her hand up and down. His hands go around her back and his face goes to hide in her neck.

Its only for a moment before he's sighing, "Come on. There's plenty of time for that later."

"Oh, you're expecting rounds?" Belle laughs before she lays on her back and spreads her legs.

Edward has that smile on his face as he lines himself up, "No. But I am expecting you'll be wanting more of me." She can't even make fun of him, of his narcissism- he presses his cock inside of her and any laughter turns to a giggling moan.

A smile on her face and she wraps her legs over his, pulling him deeper. Hands in his hair, this time to pull his face closer. Her lips going to his shoulders, tasting and nipping. Something about it, her using her teeth just so makes him calculate his thrusting. Pulling out slowly just to fill her up in a swift push. Pausing just that one moment to feel them joined at the hip.

Her own mind gets hazy and she looks him in the eye to tell him, "You're so handsome, Eddie...."

He gulps, moving faster, eyes focused on her, "I... I am?"

Belle nods, lopsided grin on her face, "You are. You're handsome and smart and- oh, you feel so good-" He seems almost stunned by the sudden compliments and his movements get... sloppy.

He loses his words and moves to kiss her neck, teeth and tongue as she had done to him. Her nails pressed into his back but she resisted the urge to scratch or accidentally hurt him.

"Please don't stop-" was all she could manage as she started to reach that peak, "Edward, fuck, please please I'm so close-" her grip around him was almost white knuckled as she came. He pressed in deep, the stimulation of her finishing almost pushing him over the edge.

"Edward..." she murmured as she came down and his own actions sped up. Her body clenched slightly at the sensitivity as he continued. She wound her fingers in his hair and mumbled in his ear, "You're amazing... You're so handsome and I feel so, so good and- and- ah, ah-"

As she stuttered, Edward moved his lips over hers. The sloppy thrusting moved to a standstill before he pressed in again, his groan quiet against her.

He collapsed over her for a moment, his arms wrapping around her. He could feel her heart beating hard in her chest. His eyes fluttered.

"That was..." he paused to think of exactly what he wanted to say, "...spectacular." There. Amazing. You did it.

Belle put her own arms loosely around his back and sighed, "Yeah. That was- probably the best- You get it."

His brain booting back up, he smirked, "Oh? The best? I'm the best you've ever had?"

Belle pushes his face back lightly, "Get off. Your ego is blowing up with hot air." A scoffing laugh before she leans up to kiss him again. A soft smile. He's definitely going to remember that.

With a soft grunt, he rolls over and off of her, his hand going to his bum knee. As her eyes had adjusted to the light she could see the scars of multiple surgeries across the skin. He was lucky he didn't have a rod in there by this point. Still weary, her movements were slow, her hands going to his knee. Feeling the scar tissue.

"Ah. Yes, you've never seen that." He says, "I'm greeted by the sight every day."

Belle hums, "Didn't hurt too badly with you on top, did it?" She kisses his knee and he feels his heart flutter.

"N-no. No. Unless that's an offer for you to be on top next time." Edward winks. She rolls her eyes.

"Where's the bathroom? I'd like to clean up." She asks and receives a point to the right direction. The moment she's out of sight, Edward is ditching the used condom in the trashcan and finding underwear to put on. Getting back under the sheets and covers and almost posing for when she returns. Not too posed, though.

When she does return, she seems so... nervous. Her mouth opens, "Do you want me to...?" She makes a movement with her thumb behind her.

"Leave?! No!" Edward almost loses any of what he thinks is his cool appearance, "I- I mean if you WANTED to, I won't stop you but if you wanted to stay... I... wouldn't mind that either."

Belle laughs at the whiplash of his reaction before trying to cover her smile, "If it's really okay... can I stay?"

Edward has this look on his face that resembles a sad kitten left out in the rain, "I would like you to." The facade broken. As tired as he is, he realizes how desperate he is for more contact and affection.

Which is why he gets into a perfect spooning position for Belle as she gets into the bed with him. At some point during cleaning up she found her phone for an alarm in the morning. It's placed next to her glasses on the nightstand. As he holds her he thinks of how nice this would be... all the time.

Can't move too quickly, he knows. No, this is going to be healthy with healthy boundaries. From what he knows about her, she definitely deserves that much. She's so cute and warm and soft to hold-

Even as he falls asleep, Edward's hands and body find new ways to brush against her even as she moves around. Magnetic, almost. Her dreams are light and she feels... safe as she sleeps. Even the one or two times in the night when she wakes up, she sees Edward next to her and immediately falls back to slumber.

In the morning they'll both rush off to do different things in their lives. But she tells him goodbye with a kiss and that she'll talk to him soon. That along with the instant ping on his phone once she's home reminds him- yes, he was absolutely right to take the grand effort for her attentions.