#like one of his friends are in danger and he'll just run into the situation without any thought for himself because he needs to save them!!

[princekirijo]

You know thinking about it Riku could also be a Lovers Arcana character. His story + arc very much revolves around his relationships with other characters (particularly his family and most importantly himself).

Captain is ultimately his arcana however because I feel like his stubbornness and his like willingness to keep going is what makes him a Chariot character (as Captain is an alternative to Chariot). He's also a very devoted/emotional character and I think that plays into it too!

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Slashers with a sleepwalking s/o

AN: totally based off my personal experiences sleepwalking lol asked my friends and family what their favorite sleepwalking episode was.

Jason Voorhees 🏕

Jason is already paranoid AF about you unknowingly wandering into a trap during the day.

But the first time he comes across you in the woods at night? When you should be asleep?

He is not a happy man. Many thoughts run through his mind. Are you trying to leave him? Trying to get yourself hurt? Would you rather die then be with him?

It takes him a good while and a lot of explaining for him to understand what's happening. That your not intentionally doing this. Science shit™️

He sets up a system. Maybe a bell or two. Something loud to let him know where you are. Maybe some trip wires.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: He watched you eat a entire sleeve of saltines while standing in the shower.

Michael Myers 🎃

Michael's seen some shit. So this is nothing. All those years in Smiths Grove have prepared him for this. So you sleepwalk? Cool, his neighbor at Smiths Grove used to eat cockroachs.

That being said, the closer you're relationship grows, the more worried he becomes. What if you fall down the stairs? What if you wander into the road? What if, what if, what if??

He doesn't have the foresight to set up traps, like Jason does.

Uses his fucked up sleep schedule to his advantage and often stands over your sleeping body. Jumpscare.

Will definitely tie a bell on you while you sleep. Totally not a collar what are you saying? Don't make it kinky.

The strangest thing he's seen you do: Put all of the remotes in the refrigerator because they needed batteries.

Thomas Hewitt 🥩

Poor sweet man. You're going to give him a heart attack one of these days.

However, he's probably one of the more better prepared of the lot. His house is set up to keep people in and out. So there isn't much danger you can get into.

Unless he forgets to lock up the basement. Which has happened once. And only once. You were fairly unharmed if not a little traumatized.

Has taken to locking your bedroom door. Also installs like 10 latches. AND puts a bell on the doorknob. And maybe sometimes you.

Look, he's already scared of losing you to somebody else, he doesn't want to have to worry him losing you to you.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Him, Monty and Hoyt sat and watched you stand in front of the sink for a hour and a half. Just standing there. Menacingly

Brahms Heelshire 🐀

Oh, poor baby is confused. Especially at the start of your situation-ship. You don't know he's there, you just think you're babysitting a doll for a sad old couple. Not their grown ass son who lives in the walls.

The first time Brahms finds you sleepwalking, he's pissed. You trying to leave him, he knows you are. But... did you just snore?? Wait, you're asleep. He feels a little better about the situation.

Until you start walking towards the stairs. Boy's never moved so fast in his life. He knows if he wakes you up it's game over. So he gives you a gentle nudge back to your room.

Now after you find about the rat man in the walls, things are different. Brahms, even in the deepest REM cycle, will never let you go. Man is a koala and you are the tree he's clinging to for dear life. It's almost impossible to escape his arms at night.

Almost makes you sleep in the walls instead of the bedroom so you're safer. Like ain't no way you're getting out of those without him waking up.

Strangest thing he's seen you do: Sat up in bed, complaining about the maracas in your mouth??? He cried.

Billy Lenz 🎄

World's worst caretaker 👑

Especially before yall start dating because, at that point in time, he's still trying to decide if he wants to kill you. He won't lie, he very briefly thought about pushing you down the stairs.

But? After you win him over? Yeah still kinda sucks ass at keeping you from hurting yourself. He'll keep you alive, mind you, just a little worse for wear.

He asked you once if he could tie you down in bed. You didn't like the look in his eyes so you declined. Billy pouted for the next three days.

TBH he might do it anyways. Look he's just trying to keep your silly little self safe, S/O. Get your mind out of the gutter. Haha, jk...unless 😏?

The strangest thing he's seen you do is eat a entire bag of gummy bears while standing outside. He joined you.

Vincent Sinclair 🖌

Another prepared king 👑

His workshop is dangerous. Upstairs is dangerous. The whole town is health code violation. And bby cannot stand the idea of you hurting yourself.

But other then the constant anxiety that you'll some how end up falling off the stairs or falling into the wax or the any other number of things his brain comes up with, he's very level-headed.

Child safety locks. He buys that shit in bulk.

But hey, gives him a excuse to hold you at night. (Vincent, they're literally your s/o)

The strangest thing he's seen you do is stand over Bo's bed, chanting tomato. Bo almost cried.

Bo Sinclair 🔧

Definition of "Look at that idiot...oh wait that's my idiot!"

Honestly, probably the worst. Not like 'let's you just walk around' worst, but more like 'Imma gonna chain you to the bed' worst.

Dude's so scared of losing you, pretty much the best thing that ever happened to him, that his willing to go to drastic matters to keep you safe.

Don't try to explain the science behind it, you'll only give him a migraine. Just let him keep you safe. K, bby?

Bo's gonna lose sleep some nights, he's that scared. No doubt you will wake up to the feeling of someone watching you. Just comfort him, ok?

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit up in bed and start singing 'Livin La Vida Loca'

Asa Emory 🪲

Number one prepared king™️

I'm not saying he may or may not, kinda sorta perhaps placed cameras around your living situation before you two even began dating. But yeah he did.

So he knows all about the crazy shenanigans you are up to at night.

He reads the books, watching online lectures 👏all👏the👏research. You can bet your sweet ass he knows exactly how to wake you up in case of emergency.

In the same breath, despite how much he does love you, science. Prepare to be studied like a bug under a microscope.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is standing with the refrigerator doors open, telling him how much you love this show.

Norman Bates 🚿

My poor sweet innocent murder bby. He doesn't know what to do.

Yeah, keep you safe, he's got that much down. But at what cost?

The hotel looks like a a daycare center now. Baby proofing everywhere (ask him about getting locked out of the bathroom, it's funny)

Suggested a collar once as a joke, wasn't expecting you to agree. Got flustered. Dropped his cup, maybe got a bone.

Another koala sleeper, so good luck escaping his embrace. Will go as far as following you to the bathroom to make sure you're actually awake.

Strangest thing he's seen you do is sit down in a fake potted plant in the living room and talk about dinosaurs.

[llamagoddessofficial]

As a scuba diver I can confirm how quickly a peaceful dive can turn scary; on a sea dive I was so caught up in the moment that I completely forgot to watch my oxygen gauge. Thankfully my buddy was there to let me use his air supply and take me to the surface.

What would the siren boys do if MC got into danger while diving, such as very low oxygen? Maybe MC was pulled by the current and drifted away from other divers? Would they help her or take advantage of the situation?

Sans: Her life entirely depends how serious the 'trouble' in question is.

He'll save her if it's a very easy problem for him to solve. Like... if she's near the surface but runs out of air, he can rush her up the last couple of metres. If she drifts away from her friends and is struggling hard against the current, he can loop her arms around his neck and swim her back to them. Things that are emergencies to her, but slight inconveniences to him, he'll help with - especially since saving her life is a very easy way to get a LOT of favour with her. He likes the way she looks at him after he saves her. Beautiful, breathless, exhausted, staring like for a moment she adores him as much as he adores her.

However... a more complex issue? He'd let her drown. Maybe she's too far away from the surface and taking her straight upward wouldn't be safe. Maybe she's entered a state of panic and is making things worse for herself and he can't convince her to hold onto him. Maybe, even, she's in trouble but she simply hasn't seen him. If she never knew he was there she wouldn't be upset he didn't help.

He'll watch. It's just a little bit of discomfort. Then? They can be together forever.

Red: Come on. It's our boy. Our respect women juice chugging world champ - of course he'll rescue her, no matter what.

Her dive buddies definitely recount the story to her. Red was goofing off like he always does, nipping and shoving people he doesn't like, making it clear he's the 'alpha' around here. But suddenly, something about him flips... something in his disposition instantly changes. He becomes completely serious, and beelines into the near distance.

... And it's only once he's with her that everyone else notices she's silently struggling. They wouldn't have known to help if Red hadn't drawn attention to her.

He acts silly and stupid. But he's always paying attention to his mate, even when far away, using his incredible senses to keep tabs. He can sense her heartbeat with his electroreception, hear her breathing in the regulator, smell her blood in her veins. He's much smarter than he acts, and if the situation gets messy, there's not much better help underwater than a massive aggressive shark who'll move mountains to keep her safe.

Skull: Surprisingly, he'll do his absolute best to save her.

You'd expect the big lug to be the one actively pulling her down. But Skull doesn't really have a plan, so to speak, with his beloved little diver, he isn't plotting her death like Sans. He just wants to be around her; he wants to court her, show her what a good mate he'll be, show her pretty rocks and gifts, win her love and pull her back no matter how many times she tries to swim away from him. So it doesn't really matter what's happening - if Skull sees her struggling, he just sees his mate in distress, and he wants to rescue her. He doesn't like seeing her in visible pain or terror.

He might be delayed in helping if she's under the effects of nitrogen narcosis, because that just makes you act silly and drunk, so he wouldn't actually know anything was wrong. But as soon as he notices something off (she takes out her regulator, passes out, etc) he'll do everything he can to save her. He's a good boy underneath all those scars and deadly tentacles.

[moralesluvr]

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

୧ ‧₊˚ arguing with your boyfriend, miles, was always your least favorite thing. but when he accidentally raises his voice at you, accusing you of something you’re not, he'll do anything to make it up to you. so, he decides to come to your work. pairings & aus. earth42!miles morales x fem!black!reader warnings. angst | established relationship | fluff at the end | arguing | slight toxicity | arguing | reader owns a cafe author's note. changed the aesthetic of my posts!

"MAMI, PLEASE, IAN MEAN IT LIKE THAT."

The way your glossy eyes roll to the back of your head only further induce your oncoming headache, but you don’t care. Something about your boyfriend elevating his tone at you made you crumble, brown irises boring into his own as he pleaded for you to listen.

You hear him breathe softly, and then he picks at the calloused skin of his thumb as his mouth contorts into an almost-pout. It’s apologetic, you think— by the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his face somberly melts into a softer expression, contrasted to his normal stoic one. But his look isn’t enough. You want something verbal, something pleading, something so desperate for your forgiveness that it’ll be inevitable for your answer to be ‘Yes, Miles, you didn’t do anything wrong and I would love for us to be back to normal.’

But that’s not what you were getting.

Instead, he had yelled at you, and not just a normal yell, one that he would normally let out if you were pestering him or were about to run into an unknown danger. No— this yell was authentic and real, raw, on purpose. And his lips still couldn’t find themselves to say that he were sorry.

The argument wasn’t even your fault, and Miles had told you so, therefore it was verified that you weren’t in the wrong and that it was just some huge misunderstanding. Your phone had been left unlocked on the kitchen counter, and Miles being Miles, he picked the device up and snapped a couple of stupid pictures when he saw a notification pop up.

malachi: Yo u still wit yo man? I was thinking we go get sum to eat. Lmk!

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the message wasn’t from another girl, it was from a man. So he angrily swiped the device up and waltzed up to you, waving the florescent screen back in forth in your face, accusing you of cheating.

“YN, what the fuck? Why you tryna go out with this nigga, huh? He hittin’ it or sum’? Shoulda known you had me buyin’ them lil’ dresses for other reasons.”

Your shoulders dropped at him, tears clouding your unfocused vision as Miles’ words circulated in your head, swarming your conscience with emotions that you were unable to decipher yourself.

“Mami—“

“Don’t call me that.” You seethed, “It’s not what you called me when you was accusin’ me of lyin’ and cheatin’, right?”

“Ay, Dios Mío.” Miles mumbled, his footsteps filling your ears as he drew closer to you. He wanted to reach out to you, to pull you close and kiss your cheeks, but he just stood idly in front of you as he watched you cry.

It was almost like he was stuck. Guilt, maybe?

But either way, the effort was still vacant. His actions weren’t just mundane, he was shaking your phone at you angrily, spit flying and hands snapping as he tried to grab ahold of the messy situation. And what he realized what he had done, his mouth ran dry, eyes fluttering closed as he cursed underneath his breath.

What he didn’t know was that you were speaking to your friend’s boyfriend, and when he said ‘we’— he meant the four of you, Miles included. He was trying to set up a double date at a restaurant and wanted to confirm if you were with Miles to insure that you guys were on.

A stupid mistake.

A mistake so ignorant that it drove you to raise your hand at him, withdrawing it before slapping him on the cheek, hard. The sting that blossomed throughout your hand spoke of triumph, that he truly got what deserved, and your lips nearly curled into a smile when you heard him wince in pain.

You didn’t want him hurt, you just wanted him to understand what happens when you assume stupid shit. He turned around slowly to look at you, left hand massaging the flesh of his cheek as he gave you apologetic eyes.

It all feels like an emotional whiplash now.

“Get out.”

You finally spoke, lips trembling and hands balling at your sides so tight you were sure your fingers would snap.

“Baby, please, can we just talk about this?”

“Get the fuck out, Miles!” You shouted at him, body forcefully colliding with his as your hands met his shoulders, pushing him into the woodwork of your front door. He opens it without hesitation, fingers curling around the doorknob shakily as he walked through the doorway.

You hold the door and shove him, your boyfriend stumbling down the porch steps as you cock your head to the side,

“And don’t come back.”

With that, you slam the door.

It’s been three days since you’ve seen your boyfriend.

Which is extremely out of the ordinary.

He’s texted you numerous times, your phone nearly exploding from how often it rang with new texts or phone calls. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t, Miles’ words still prodding at your heart strings as you tried to go on about your morning.

Your bright pink polo slides it’s way over your head, thick curls bouncing against your shoulders as you smoothed out a tiny wrinkle at the collar, eyes picking apart your outfit in the mirror.

A flick of your wrist tells you that you’re nearly late for work, so you swipe up your phone and purse and make your way outside, strutting to your car as you drove to your shop.

You opened your own pink themed, healthy cafe a couple months before you and Miles started dating. It was a real hotspot— business booming more than ever in the hot, humid summer of Brooklyn. People mostly ordered juice or açaí bowls, which you didn’t mind because it was your personal favorite on the menu and you recommended it to anyone who waltzed into your shop.

Pulling up, you stepped out of your vehicle and opened the door, greeting your employees with a flutter of your fingers and a superficial smile painted on your face. You were broken on the inside and it was a fact that even you couldn’t deny, and no amount of concealer and fake grins could conceal that.

“Everything OK, girl?” One of your employees chirped at you over the loud sound of a blender. And you just shrugged at her, faux smile still possessive over your lips, persuasion eventually casting her spell on your favorite girls as you covered your sadness up with ‘I’m just tired.’

Opening was running smoothly, and you were calming working register when you heard the sweet bells above your front door chime.

“Welcome i-“

Your sentence fades, dying off as you see your boyfriend walk through the door, walking up to the counter that you were standing behind.

“Can I get a matcha and that toast with the…what is that…the green shit on it?”

You grit your teeth at him, “Miles, what the hell are you doing here?”

He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed your hands and squeezed them, “Baby, I know you don’t really wanna see me here, but I need to say sum’, and it’s that I’m sorry. Ian mean what I said, I was dumb, jumpin’ to conclusions and shit. That’s not okay. You my girl and there’s no reason why I was treatin’ you like that. I’m…mami, I’m sorry.”

Miles stares at you, waiting for your rebuttal to his formal apology. No matter how much you wanted to be mad at him in this moment and hold out, you couldn’t by the way his eyes flickered at you, licking his lips as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Miles….” You started, “What you said really hurt me, I can’t lie to you. But…despite all of that, I forgive you. And y’know, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have put my hands on you or nun’ like that. I was just…angry.”

“Understand.” Miles told you, kissing your hand as he gave you a cheeky grin, “I love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you too, asshole.” You giggled as your boyfriend leaned over the counter to deliver a kiss to your cheek, a couple of your coworkers giggling behind the counters, but you didn’t care. You were just ecstatic that you had made up, a laugh tumbling from your throat.

“Y’know, Miles…” You started, earning a hum from your lover.

“I just want you to know, although you be actin’ hard…you’re actually soft as shit.”

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[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Hitter

@would-we-be-friends-if-i asked:

Eliot Spencer (ex special forces, chef, private bodyguard/wet work man, very good at identifying a wide range of things by their minute but distinct differences)

@pomrania writes:

Eliot is a skilled grifter (specialized in making himself seem not a threat) AND a skilled fighter (and more importantly he knows when NOT to fight) AND he has a ridiculous variety of sundry skills he's highly talented in, so there's prolly like twenty different ways he could survive.

@r0sequarks writes:

Eliot…it comes down to whether he tries to fight Dracula (look, worlds best hitter isn’t helping, he loses a straight fight) or if he knows better to play dumb/try to run. Depends on why he’s there and what he wants; I think he’d wise up and get out of there in most cases but baby murder could drive him to fight and die.

@darthlordcommie writes:

Elliot: It all comes down to whether Elliot clocks how dangerous Dracula is in terms of a fight. If he realizes that there's no way he'll be beating Dracula in a fight, he'll slip out the window. He's weak to the trance, but he's very quickly on top of things, and if he can make it to the wolves, he's got survival training, he can make it past the wolves.

@siredgarconanshakespeare writes:

#my money is that eliot could TOTALLY do it #but we shall see

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Eliot Spencer is definitely smarter than he looks, acts, or our best testing indicates. He can punch his way out of any situation that a way can be punched out of. He's the second best actor in the crew after Sophie. He speaks Romanian I'm sure - heck, he probably Knows A Guy. He has opinions about Dracula's cooking. He's not worried about wolves, he's comforting those poor horses (Certified Horse Girl powers). If anyone can charm a vampire babe, he can. He puts up with Hardison on purpose. Eliot Spencer has every skill he could possibly want to survive Castle Dracula.

HOWEVER. He is the character I am most immediately sure is not making it out.

I think he does recognize the threat. He can probably understand the warnings being shouted at him and understands that the key to survival is being underestimated, which he is very very good at. I think he will recognize that even he cannot punch his way through a master vampire in his own stronghold. I think he could make it past ordinary wolves through his own prowess but also his understanding of and respect for the natural world; I think he will fare less well against wolves that are being supernaturally commanded to kill him specifically - but again I think he will recognize that and not try that route. As you say, he knows how to fight and when not to fight. That's not the issue.

Eliot is not going to make it for one reason and one reason alone, which is that Dracula just so happens to have his personal kryptonite: Children In Peril.

Eliot can think strategically. He can unassume with the best of them and stay in character, fly under the radar. He can do whatever he needs to do to survive. But not when there's a child in danger. The minute kids enter the picture, Eliot goes off the rails - and that's when he has a crew counting on him. But alone? In Castle Dracula? With baby eating monsters and only his own life on the line? (And we all know he considers himself both expendable and beyond redemption).

When the job is Stay Alive I think he can do it. But from May 16th on the job becomes Kill Dracula, and I don't think he can do that. And even if he can go back to strategy-and-survival mode, knowing that the first child is past saving, the minute he sees Dracula heading down the wall with his baby-snatching sack, he's going in for the kill, never mind this is a fight he can't win. Jonathan wishes for a gun to shoot Dracula off the wall; Eliot doesn't use guns, so instead he'll throw a whole Eliot at him.

And that is why Eliot Spencer can not survive Castle Dracula

[ryanthel0ser]

Dante's care for Nero is something that is so important to me

The absolute joy Dante has after learning about Nero is something I'm never going to get over.

"...though Dante really didn’t care one way or another - he’d never expected to earn actual money from a job that came from Lady, after all - and what he’d ended up finding in Fortuna was something that no amount of money could buy."

Even though he self-imposes this separation between them due to his own experiences with losing those he cares for (his mother, Vergil, several friends like Nell Goldstein), it doesn't bother him as much because he's just so relieved and happy to know he's not the last one. He still has family and that's what matters to him.

It's so obvious to us that in DMC5 Dante is doing everything he can to get Nero away from the whole situation because he doesn't want to lose Nero. Yes, fighting your father to the death is bad but I think it's clear Dante's true reason is that he knows Nero cannot win against Vergil. He doesn't want to even run the risk of putting Nero in danger, but V throws a wrench in that plan by bringing Nero and to make the situation worse, Nero's lost Devil Bringer.

It's not till Nero backhands him with his DT that Dante is forced to see that Nero can handle himself. He'll be okay. That comfort is what lets him go with Vergil to stay in the Underworld, he knows he doesn't have to worry about Nero.

[small note cause I don't know how to fit it in]

The two times we see Dante's actual level of care instead of the front he puts up is when he says Nero's name. The first is in DMC4 when he shouts for Nero in the Savior, which is the first time he ever says his name. We get that moment of fear, that "please be okay" that goes unspoken but is heard in the way he calls out Nero's name. The second time is when Nero stops Vergil and Dante and we get a "Nero?" It's a mix of shock, disbelief, and possibly some relief at seeing Nero exhibiting such power. I half-wonder if Nero's demonic presence that Dante had felt before had faded when he lost Devil Bringer and that this moment is the first time Dante is sensing it since then, and it's stronger.

[see-arcane]

On todays Dracula Daily: It's a dire situation but also I'm proud of Jonathan who, while very much scared quickly realized he shouldn't alert his 'host' to the fact that he's well aware he's a prisoner and trying to get Dracula to give away information that could be of use.

It's the same way to deal with a number of predators in the wild. If you start to run, they start to chase you down in earnest. If you stay calm (or at least look like it) and don't raise the alarm, it buys you a little time. Yes, they're still moving in for the kill--but an entertained cat will happily waste time toying with a mouse rather than kill one that proves a nuisance. But even leaving aside the metaphors, it's also a common tactic in domestic and workplace abuse situations.

Jonathan is very aware of how little he can do to resist Dracula on any front, as the Count has been making very very clear.

Dracula has him alone and isolated in a castle on the edge of a cliff. Dracula has locked all the doors. Dracula is wealthy and titled and the Client. Dracula is physically far stronger than Jonathan. Dracula has dropped the first hint that he isn't even human with the reflection issue. Dracula is willing to resort to a violent act on a whim, as shown by the thrown and shattered mirror. Dracula could just as easily shatter Jonathan's bones while indulging in his habit of towing the young man around by the arm or taking him by the hand or throat. Dracula is entirely capable of doing or taking anything he wants from Jonathan.

And where a more classic Manful Man (tm) might start chest pounding and try to bluster his way into rebelling against the Count--smash cut to his giblets strewn around for the wolves--Jonathan is being smart. Jonathan's playing the game Dracula is clearly eager for the young man to play with him, being that Jonathan is exactly the kind of person that would engage the Count; a docile, endearing, frightened, but not oblivious, plaything.

Jonathan is an amusement right now. Once he's dead and/or undead, the game ends. But so long as he keeps dancing on that entertaining razor's edge between his composure cracking and smiling along to Dracula's button-pushing, he's worth keeping alive as-is. Because this setup is delightful for the Count.

The Count knows Jonathan isn't ignorant to his danger. The Count knows he's scaring Jonathan and that he's pretending otherwise to keep Dracula happy. And he'll milk that exact precarious chemistry for all it's worth as he makes his plans for England, enjoying the first bout of proper psychological torment fun he's probably inflicted in centuries. Jonathan wants him to tell stories and play host? Gladly, my friend! Listen all you like, he's happy to chat, have another cigar.

All the information in the world can't save you if you're never leaving that ancient tomb of a castle.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Platonic Splinter(2012) with his obsession, during a mission, just accidentally became a mutant.

Of course! I'll see what I can do for this :) Concept as not specified.

Yandere! Platonic! 2012! Splinter with Accidental Mutant! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective parent, Isolation, Manipulation, Dubious family dynamic, Restraints, Paranoia.

You are most likely a friend of the Turtles who has just enough combat knowledge to go on missions with them.

Splinter cares for you like a child of his because you're always around.

Mutation is a risk that's considered when you help the turtles at times.

Mutagen Ooze is a dangerous weapon that some of he enemies of the Turtles use.

Accidental mutation was a factor that would come up at some point.

Of course, it's a devastating development.

Your mutation affects not only you, but everyone you care about.

The Turtles blame themselves when it happens.

One little slip up and you've been dunked into the glowing ooze.

The Turtles struggle with telling Splinter what happened.

Splinter has become attached to you and treated you as family, despite you being a human.

When the Turtles come back, without you by their side...

Splinter begins demanding answers.

Here's the story;

After you mutated you had run away.

Many people who become accidental mutants tend to be overwhelmed and run.

Before the Turtles could calm your overwhelmed state, you had fled.

An Accidental Mutant! Darling could go one of two ways.

You could keep your sentience and just be horrified at what you've become or you could be a feral mutant.

This merely changes how you act when they find you.

Splinter would immediately make it a goal to find you.

You must be so scared and confused.

You're all alone in a body you don't understand.

Recovering you is top priority before someone like Shredder weaponizes you.

If you've still retained your mental state, bringing you back is easily.

Once the Turtles locate you and bring you back, you feel ashamed to see Splinter.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I can't imagine Splinter blames you for your mutation.

He wishes you never went on that mission but he doesn't scold you too much.

In fact, he embraces you.

Splinter missed you, he was so worried for you.

After this event he's probably hesitant on letting you outside again.

Until you're more accustomed to your new body, he'll take care of you.

He's like a father to you, after all.

You most likely don't want to go outside after the event for awhile anyways, so you most likely won't notice the yandere behavior of Splinter for a bit.

Then there's if you're a more feral mutant at first.

Taking you back to the sewers is harder.

It also requires restraints.

Seeing you in such a state is devastating to Splinter.

You used to be so lively, now that good nature of yours is just replaced with animalistic desires.

You most likely have to be chained and muzzled.

Until you regain your mind, if you ever, you're kept restrained in a part of the sewers.

That or maybe Donnie's lab while he finds a way to fix you.

Splinter still treats you like his child, even if you have the mind of an animal.

You're kept fed and given comfort, but it's all through a cage.

You want freedom, yet you also cage carnage.

Splinter tells himself that this is the best for you.

If he released you now, you could be taken advantage of.

Staying in this cage, growling and sputtering at him and his sons, is the best situation.

He hopes there's good news in the future.

He hopes you either find your mind or are found a cure.

Until then... he'll take care of you like he always has...

Even if it is through a cage against your will.

[fungalittleweirdo]

All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333

anything for pookie <333

2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons

Leo

i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass

but back to if you're a regular person in new york– if you were in danger he would most likely defend you

and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed

are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible

you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it

if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it

he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful

if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you

sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice

Raph

he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked

but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad

but this is only if he's still with mona

if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company

he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough

raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him

you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another

he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities

Donnie

depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian

as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, when– he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.

now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.

if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.

the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.

spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.

he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag

haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)

Mikey

nah dude you're chill brah

bro's clueless if you're committing crime

but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him

whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)

he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first

after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board

maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes

you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company

he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.

[emojellyace08]

If Lookism Characters (and Y/N) were in horror movies

WARNINGS: mentions of death (not too graphic/explicit) mentions of paranormal/disturbing stuff (mentions with the word killer/s), cursing/swearing

Daniel Park/ Y/N

Would probably be the main protagonist (lmao)

Plot armor 100%

Will tell everybody to calm down when things go wrong "C'mon guys calm down! It's probably just an animal or something".

Will 100% scream and have a mental crisis if one of their friends died.

Zack Lee/Eli Jang

That one motherfucker who's always loud (especially Zack when things started going wrong, Eli's calmer though)

Will have a mental breakdown when his friends (Mira for Zack and Yenna for Eli) was put into danger.

His vengeance will get in the way and they'll seek revenge and has the balls to fight off the killer.

"I don't give a shit Daniel! They're in danger and you're expecting me to chill the fuck out! You're so pathetic I'm killing that little d*ck!"

Jay Hong

If someone's always the quiet one in horror movies, they're probably the killer.

Lol kidding he's not he's just being framed (either by Samuel, Ryuhei or Goo those mfs.)

Tired of everyone's bullshit but still willing to help for the sake of everybody.

Will risk his life to protect everyone especially Danny, I need this boy so much.

Vasco/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon (add in Alexander Wang)

The dumb one lmao

Will probably die first if they're not careful enough (NO VASCO/WARREN/JERRY/ALEXANDER STOP)

Or, he'll be the one who will be seeing abnormal/paranormal stuff (monsters/killers/ghosts). "Did you see that?" "Wait is that a white lady?" "GUYS I JUST SAW SOMEONE WEARING A WEIRD LOOKING MASK HE'S RUNNING LIKE A MAD MAN!"(will talk and ask a lot).

Zack and the others will probably not listen to him since he thinks they're so "dumb" (bitch listen to them they're being honest).

Goo Kim/Samuel Seo/Olly Wang/Vin Jin/Kuroda Ryuhei (add in Gun Park and James Lee: well a little bit)

The fucking menace who won't listen.

You said to not open the door? Bitch he'll kick it down.

And will pick fights with the others (especially with Zack or Eli). Wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice somebody lmao.

Believes ghosts are stupid, yet thinks killers are cool (they're probably the killer).

Crystal Choi/Sally Park/Jace Park/Mary Kim/Xiaoleoung/ Gun Park/James Lee/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Hudson Ahn (add in Daniel Park/ Y/N)

Another one who's tired of everyone's crap

Will make the escape plans for the team

Calm outside, angry and scared inside

"Why did I get into this position?" type

Zoe Park/Mira Kim/Yui Kim/Mitsuki/Vivi/Doo Lee/Alexander Wang (edited: add in Heather)

The ones who will cry af (or pretend they're not scared: Doo Lee and Alexander)

Will have a mental breakdown bc they're scared that they'll be dying later or be the first one to die (it's both scary for them).

"I just wanna go home!" type

Will be so worried about themselves and their friends.

Jake Kim/Johan Seong/Kwak Jihan/Hudson Ahn/Sinu Han (add in Zack Lee, Kuroda Ryuhei, Doo Lee and Vin Jin)

"Wtf just happened" type.

Would not believe anything that's happening is real (Fuck this shit I'm out type).

Will curse a lot when the killer/ghost is coming.

"Oh shit, shit, SHIT RUN!" type.

Gun Park/James Lee

This mfs

Will smirk or laugh when somebody dies (I swear to God)

Everybody will probably ditch them for being a sussy baka thinking they're the killer (can you blame them?)

Doesn't give a sh*t since he can either solo the killer or he is the killer (if it's a ghost they just won't care or accept their fate lmao).

A/N: For Y/N you can be anything you want since we all have diff. personalities and ways to handle problems and situations and yeah hope you like it :).

[riality-check]

daisy jones-adjacent. probably one part left after this, if all goes well. part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 in case you missed them. tw substance abuse & alcoholism. yeehaw.

ao3

Steve doesn't kick them out, but the band silently makes the decision to crash at his place less often. Eddie didn't tell them what happened; they just knew. It's always been like that with them. Always in sync. Eddie is so glad he hasn't lost that with them.

He is, inexplicably, terrified of losing Steve.

He shouldn't be. He hasn't known him for very long at all. they fight like hell half the time. He smokes more when he's around him because being near Steve means being near the things Eddie swears not to touch again.

It hasn't been very long at all, but Eddie knows him. Knows what he likes and doesn't like, knows how to get under his skin and how to make him laugh that laugh of his. Knows that didn't write or play or sing half as well as he did before Steve.

He knows that he'll keep sharing a mic with him. Even when there are extras. even when there's no reason to. Even when he can start smelling alcohol on Steve's breath.

Eddie is terrified of losing Steve. It's getting harder and harder to be around him.

He wants to say that he only sees himself in Steve, but that would be a lie. Eddie can't ignore the obvious similarities, but part of the reason he did what he did was to get away from himself, from the fear of being inadequate. And sure, Steve is running from something that terrifies him so bad he can't sleep and wakes up screaming other people's names when he does.

But Eddie finds himself running to Steve, and that's dangerous.

They record the album over shared mics and frequent cigarette breaks and laughter and the collaboration of young, talented people with young, smart management making fantastic art.

And then they do the article with Rolling Stone.

It's written by Nancy Wheeler. Eddie loves working with her. She's brilliant and asks unconventional interview questions. She's also, apparently, Steve's friend.

Same with the photographer, Jonathan Byers. He's Nancy's boyfriend, her working partner, and, apparently, also Steve's friend.

Eddie wonders where they've been while Steve has gotten like this before he reminds himself just how unfair of a question that is to ask.

It's clear they're trying. Nancy pulls Steve aside at one point. Eddie watches them argue, hears the name "Robin" get thrown around along with "you need to talk to her" and "I don't want her to come all the way out here."

Eddie, for once, decides to mind his business.

He has to admit that the way Steve can pull himself together for this is amazing. He's almost perfectly coherent in the interview, and he looks almost sober while they're taking the pictures.

Eddie watches him bring his hand to his mouth three times during the whole thing.

He wonders what he's taking. He nearly asks for some.

He sees Nancy watching, too. If she's a good friend, she won't write about that. Or maybe she will.

Eddie doesn't know what a good friend is supposed to do in this situation. He just knows what he has to do, and that's not think about it.

He's smoking more. Chrissy doesn't even comment on it.

He wonders if this is one of those things only he notices because of his personal experience or if it's just an open secret. He doesn't know which would be better.

The article comes out a week later and drums up good press for the album, which is released a week after that.

But what really steals the show is The Picture.

There are a few pictures set within the pages of the article, but only one is The Picture.

All of them are lined up in front of a road, backs to the beach. Steve is in the middle with Jeff on one side of him and Eddie on the other, Gareth and Archie on the ends of their little line.

And it is incredibly obvious that there is something different between Steve and Eddie than there is between anyone else.

People are going to talk, which is good. People are going to talk, which is dangerous.

Eddie wishes he had Chrissy's "all press is good press" mentality.

But by the time he really, truly starts to worry about it, it's been weeks since he's been with Steve outside of any professional setting and time for tour.

Eddie is fucking terrified of tour. The rules make it easier:

Don't go to the after parties.

Don't stay on the bus.

Don't accept anything from fans.

Call someone.

Buy your own damn cigarettes.

The rules should help. Eddie thinks Steve could blow them up like he's already blown up his expectations and creative process.

Tour starts off fine. The bus is like it always is - lively and full of chatter. The fans are like they always are - fiercely supportive and screaming for more. The music is like it's always been - only much, much better this time around.

And Steve is high every time he goes out onstage.

It's fine, really. He's not nearly as bad as Eddie used to be. He isn't forgetting words, and he still sounds good, so it's fine. He's functional.

Eddie doesn't think anyone else notices. Steve covers it up so well that Eddie can only recognize the signs from personal experience.

He makes sure he doesn't spend any time with Steve offstage. It doesn't matter that Steve looks wounded every time Eddie makes an excuse to go somewhere else.

He calls Wayne more often. He walks around the cities they perform in, saying hello to the people who recognize him and politely refusing their offers to buy him drinks.

Anything is better than the possibility of Steve taking something in front of him or offering Eddie a drink. Because if it's Steve offering, Eddie won't say no.

That's terrifying. It's dangerous.

But it's fine. Eddie is doing what he's supposed to do. He's coping. He's dealing with it and not making anyone else walk on eggshells around him.

And then they get to Chicago.

Eddie loves Chicago. It's not his favorite city - that's a tie between St. Louis and Phoenix - but it's definitely up there. It's got good energy and enthusiastic fans and great sights.

After their first night there, Eddie walks around the city until he's tired enough to go to sleep. He gets back to the hotel at 3 AM.

Fifteen minutes later, someone knocks on his door.

And, like an idiot, Eddie answers it in pajamas.

Steve is outside. Swaying back and forth. Smiling. And holding a bottle of vodka.

Eddie wants some.

No the fuck he doesn't.

"This isn't your room," he says, trying to keep quiet. Trying to tear his eyes away from the bottle.

Just a sip.

No.

"Sorry," Steve slurs. "Lost my key. Couldn't remember."

Like a bigger idiot, Eddie sighs and lets him in.

He helps Steve set the bottle down on the dresser. Gets him to his bed without falling over and waking up Jeff. Helps take off his shoes.

Knows from experience that if Steve is this sloshed and still standing, he's probably blacked out.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" Eddie mutters.

Steve Harrington should have everything. He has a fantastic career, ample talent, adoring fans, friends, and a boatload of money. He should be happy.

Instead, he's wasting the cash and his life.

"Figured out if I drink enough, I don't have nightmares," Steve says. "Didn't want to wake anyone else up on tour."

Eddie stops where he's untying Steve's shoe. "What do you have nightmares about?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me," he says, standing up.

Steve makes direct eye contact and says, slurred together, "A monster came out of the walls at Jonathan Byers's house. I helped him and Nancy Wheeler kill it. Next year, it came back. Will Byers got possessed, they built tunnels under the town, and I had to kill more monsters to protect some kids after I got the shit beat out of me. That summer, I got kidnapped and tortured with Robin."

Eddie just. Stares.

"I think I just broke all my NDAs," Steve mumbles.

What. The. Fuck.

When Eddie can form words again, he says, "Steve, you're drunk."

"I am. But I'm not a liar."

Eddie doesn't know what to say, and he's sure it's written clear all over his face.

What the hell.

"Told you you wouldn't believe me," Steve says. He takes off his shirt and lays on his side, on top of the covers, facing away from Eddie.

Yeah. Guess that conversation is over.

So, Eddie turns away and immediately spots the bottle of vodka, right where he left it on top of the dresser.

Before he can stop himself, he picks it up.

It's open. He doesn't take a sip, but he can smell it. He stands there and holds it and knows that if he moves his arm, it won't be to put it down.

Eddie hasn't held a bottle in two years.

He can't put it down.

Just a sip.

No.

Like an asshole, he walks a few feet and turns on a lamp to wake up Jeff.

"What the hell?" he mumbles.

Steve, meanwhile, has already started to snore.

Eddie can't find any words.

"Oh, shit," Jeff says, sitting up. "Eddie, you didn't-"

"I didn't," he says. "I promise I didn't. I can't put it down."

Jeff frowns, confused.

"I can't put it down," Eddie whispers desperately.

"Okay," Jeff says.

And without saying anything else, he gets up, takes the bottle, and goes to the bathroom.

Eddie closes his eyes and tries to breathe as he hears it go down the drain.

What a waste.

No.

It's fine. He's sober. He's fine.

Jeff comes back after a few seconds. There wasn't that much left. He looks over at the other bed, the bed that's supposed to be Eddie's, and sighs. "You can share with me."

Eddie shakes his head. "It's fine. I'll make sure he doesn't... I'll make sure he's safe."

"He's not good for you."

"I know. But I'll be okay."

"We want him out," Jeff says.

"What?"

Jeff rubs his eyes. It's 3:30 AM. "We've been talking. He's hurting you, Eddie."

"We're the best we've ever been."

"At what cost?"

"Where would we be if you did that to me?" Eddie demands. "If you threw me out at my lowest?"

Jeff sighs again.

"End of the tour," Eddie says. "Let's get through this."

"We'll talk about it in the morning."

"But-"

"I'm tired, Eddie," Jeff says, already getting back in bed. "Morning."

Eddie swallows his words back and nods. This is a morning conversation.

He gets into bed, under the covers next to Steve, and falls asleep quick.

When he wakes up for the first time, Steve's arms are around him. When he wakes up for good, the bed is cold and empty.

He tries not to feel too disappointed.

Everything Eddie has a tendency to love fits one of two criteria:

It hurts him.

It's unattainable.

It's too damn bad that Steve is both.

[shroomi1e]

realistic reasons why genshin men are undatable

pt. 2 ft: ayato, scaramouche, dottore, pantalone, heizou, venti (part 1)

cw: light cursing, mild violence

a/n: WOO IM BACK FROM HIATUS🥳 im treating this as a warm up and just kinda throwing it out there, ill start working on more content so stick around for that :)

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ayato

well....

he's incredibly overworked, constantly running around trying to carry his clan and the yashiro commission on his shoulders

and him being a powerful person, it's likely that you'd be put in constant danger from those who want his position

he might be overprotective because of that, and would very much like to stick to your side 24/7 but obviously he can't

so try to get used to having bodyguards and the shuumatsuban tailing your ass all the time

but on a lighter(?) note: he probably plays really dumb pranks on you☠️

we already know that he's into seeing people struggle and squirm

so i can imagine he purposely sets things up to make you uncomfy or make it easy for him to tease you

he's still very much a gentleman so he won't push it too far but... that doesn't change the fact that he's a sadist

he's not as bad as diluc or childe, but he definitely needs some getting used to

scaramouche

well for starters, he greatly lacks in emotional capacity, he might not even tell you he has feelings for you

he's definitely bossy, does NOT want to be told what to do, even if it's "kind suggestions", he will not be tolerating anything

because of this, it might be difficult when trying to teach him about romantic relationships, he just kinda does whatever he wants to protect his pride

i feel like he'd also be rly pissy, he probably throws tantrums over the littlest mistakes or inconveniences

not to mention he's possessive, i can definitely see him as a more yandere-ey type

so say your final goodbyes to your friends and family because it's likely you're not ever seeing them again☠️

but before you lose hope! if you manage to get on dottore's good side, he might just help you do a factory reset on him

but then it wouldn't be the little electro gremlin we know and love, so you're better off just trying to change him by yourself (you can't)

dottore

i feel like he's similar to albedo, except he's sociopathic and a little more cynical

it's pretty obvious, he's experimented and hurt countless numbers of children and god knows what else

his experiments are on par if not worse than alice's experiments

dottore is most likely desensitized from this and rarely worries about your safety, brushing it off by saying, "I can fix it later"

but if we get past all the dark stuff, he's probably a nerd. a huge nerd.

since he was always an outcast and has been lonely for a while, I can imagine him rambling about his project for hours and hours on end

gets really really excited and happily tells you about how he's successfully chopped someone's limbs off☺️🥰

(I mean it's lowkey cute but like...)

he's always been shamed for what he does, so when you finally accept him he is determined to never let you go. ever.

keeps you around at all times, you're almost like a doll to him

he has some redeemable parts, idek at this point to be honest

pantalone

as of now, the only information we have on him is the harbinger trailer so this one is a little difficult

since he essentially manages the finances of the fatui, he's rich, even more so than childe

holds money to a very high regard, thinking it can solve and fix any problem

of course money can work in many situations, but rarely does it ever solve relationship issues

will give you gifts and money and other luxuries, but never sacrificing anything else for you

if you complain about him not giving enough affection or time to you, he'll simply state that he is indeed giving his love to you, just in a different form

has a hard time understanding that not everyone thinks about money like he does

he has good intentions and genuinely believes that throwing luxury items at you will convince you that he loves you

but unfortunately he's very set in his ways, i believe it will take some time for him to understand and relate to you

i think he is definitely better than childe, scara, and dottore

as of now it is assumed that he hasn't committed any violent or heinous crimes other than corrupting other nation's economics

heizou

he's perfect.

venti

he's the type to just sing anywhere and everywhere, it's tolerable since he's a great singer but itd be lowkey embarrassing

drunk 24/7

an extremely heavy drinker, always reeks of wine/alcohol whenever he walks by

requires assistance for when he blacks out while drinking, sobering him up will be a routine

but on a more serious note, he is an archon, an immortal being, while you're a human

much like zhongli, he might not even consider staying with you

he is the god of freedom, and the last thing he'd want is for you to be chained down to a relationship with someone like him

will respect your wishes if you insist on staying by his side, it just hurts knowing that you'll age and grow while venti never looks any different from the day before

even as an archon, he has his own issues to, such as his trauma from losing his friend

you could work him through it, though it might be difficult since he's lived with it for thousands of years

you might also fix his drinking problem if you work out his dead-friend trauma, you'd have to have his trust though

he is most definitely messier than zhongli, but i can see him being a genuinely kind person minus his chronic alcoholism and messy trauma

[matchadobo]

KIDD; overnight

wc: 1656 summary: stranger to lovers college au warning/s: none, sfw, afab reader, my writing style kind of changed here, idk if i like or hate it

you had just moved in your college dorm and your mates have invited you to go on the nearby bars fellow university students also go to, a mixer of some sort. you were kind of iffy about taking up the offer because crowds really weren't your thing, but this was an opportunity to meet people which would later be good for you. so you accepted it. only to have your mates wasted in the process, no companions whatsoever you sat alone in the bar. tons of creeps tried having their way with you, but you politely declined to avoid further conflicts.

that is until, he approached you. shimmying between the men surrounding you and thanks to his size, they backed off given his bold demeanor. tousled, red hair, pearly skin, sharp, golden eyes, and tinted lips curled into a scowl. surrounded by big scary men, this fellow seemed to be set apart from that criterion despite his aura.

he'd scare off the guys with just two words, "get lost." he'd soon ask if you were okay and tells you off to not be alone here at night. you reasoned out with your current situation and he snickered, "some friends you have." he'd then order a shot of scotch for you and him and ask, "do you wanna get outta here?" he'd stare directly into your eyes, genuinely waiting for you to answer despite taking a long time. "don't overthink it. but let me tell you something, you won't regret it if you humor me."

you were hesitant to comply but, god, was he so attractive. he didn't seem to have bad intentions either, after all he just saved you from a world of hurt. typically, going out with strangers is a big no-no, but there was something about him that draw you to him and you're eager to find out, to find him out. so you decided to fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?

so you'd go with him as he led you away from the bar. you walked alongside him on the busy nights of your town. your hands clasped behind your back and his were buried in either of his pockets as you two strolled to a more quiet road. you'd ask him his name and you tell yours, ask what his major is and exchange jokes here and there.

he goes by eustass kidd, he majors in metallurgical engineering and is a year older than you. he likes hanging out by the skateparks, karaoke and studio booths, arcades and bowling alleys, and that bar earlier where he and his mates do some gigs every now and then. he also lives a block away from your dorm house.

so you ask him where you two are going, he'll brush you off and tell you to be patient, snickering when he sees your puzzled expression. until you two reach a what seemed to be an abandoned carnival. it was dark and some crows were hanging around the railings. he'd look over his shoulder and tell you, "i always come here but got no one to take." you answered, "so i'm your first one here, huh?" he'd look down and chuckle, "and if i said yes?" you responded before walking away, "i'm special then."

you walked across the dimly lit place, rides with colorful designs are now muted from dirt and its age. to your surprise, the place suddenly illuminated from the variety of lights that chorused with the rides running. you looked behind you and saw kidd smiling with his arms crossed after he emerged from what seemed to be a staff booth. he sauntered towards you, "well? what're you waiting for?" the lights radiated the features of both of your faces. you responded with a smile and grabbed his wrist as you two headed straight for the drop tower, "you."

the both of you spent the night scaring yourselves from the horror houses and going ride after ride until you two got sick to your stomachs. you asked him when you two rode by the ferris wheel that moved a little too dangerous, "what made you think you should take me here?" he shrugged, before looking back at you. "hell if i know, guess you're a special case." a swarm of butterflies brushed by your stomach, rendering you a smiling idiot.

you didn't seem to notice the how fast the time flew by. you two decided to eat at the nearby diner that's open for twenty-four hours, his treat he says. you gazed at the clock and almost spat all the food you've eaten. you almost lost all air if it weren't for his firm but gentle pats on your back, he gave you water after stifling his laughter. "the hell happened to you?"

you hit him after catching your breath. "you jackass, i have first period in an hour!" you packed your stuff and hurried on your way back after thanking him for breakfast and bidding goodbye. he also waved at you and ate your leftovers.

your first period went by like a fever dream, running on no sleep and a full stomach. the high of your borderline date with that charming redhead was the only thing keeping you awake. the sheen of his amber orbs when he intently looks at you every time you talk, the way his canines tug by his lips with each smile and laugh, his playful insults that get sharper with each of your comeback, the way your knees touch when you two sit together and it sends electricity coursing through your veins, and how his wintry metallic scent never left your clothes and sinuses. the day went on and you didn't have the chance to see him again.

the next day, you found him waiting by the door of your last class when you left the room. he waved at you from afar, your friends asked you who that UNIT of a man was that seemed to be waiting for you. clad in a black, silk muscle tee that accentuated the tone of his body and jeans also in the same color, a simple outfit that seemed too deadly for you.

so you made your way towards him and asked, "what are you doing here? how the the hell did you find out my class?" he replied with a grin, "you told me the other day you wanted to hang out today, right? got your head in a flurry, coineanach (bunny)?" he ruffled your hair afterward, continuing. "you seem to badly need a break, aye? come, i'll give you a real stress reliever." you let him put an arm around you because you seem to fall on your knees from the weariness or for that fluttery feeling that suddenly washed over you. you gazed up at him, "this better pull me out of drowsiness, eustass." he chuckled lightly, "oh this'll wake you up, sleepyhead."

he took you to the same bar you two met, meeting up with who seemed to be his friends and waving at them from afar. then it all occurred to you, you looked at him with utmost anticipation. "you're gonna play?!" he smiled as he nodded at you, introducing you to his bandmates. he soon got on stage with them, giving you a wink before starting their performance. it made you question whatever the hell you two got going on; how he touches you, how he talks to you, how he looks at you, why he took you here, and how will this progress. it was a full-fledged war in your head. how attractive he looks while performing certainly did not help in sorting out your thoughts and calming down your heart.

the band dominated the bar, the thumping of drums and cheers of the crowd had taken the pandemonium up a notch. you soon got tipsy with the drinks to try and relieve yourself from the chaos that is your heart and mind. you didn't notice that the performance was already over and kidd was tapping your shoulder. "did that woke you up?" you noticed that he was a little too close to you so you can hear and see him because of the packed bar, you flushed red at the proximity that the mild scent of rum from his mouth wafted in your nose, so you excused yourself. he was calling after you but you blurred him out because you terribly need fresh fucking air.

you catch your breath, chest heaving as you held on your knees for support. you hear the door behind you open and shut again. "hey name, what was that? are you okay?" he placed a hand on your shoulder, only for you to flinch. "alright, damn. did you hate our performance that much? the fuck's going on?"

you started, "why did you take me here?" he took a few minutes before answering, "cuz i wanted you to see me play, if it ain't your taste that's fine-" you cut him off, "that is not what i mean, okay?! y-you were amazing back there."

with your words he suddenly grew smitten, like he read you so successfully and figured out why you're acting like a wreck. "yeah? you think so?" your eyes were frantic and your chest was in rampage, you couldn't look him in the eye and you kept chewing on your bottom lip. he stood dangerously close to you, his fingers raised your chin so he could have a good look at your flustered face. "you know why i was so amazing back there? it's 'cause you were watching, wanted to show off to this pretty girl i have my eye on." he tucked a hair by your ear, fingers ghosting by your cheek before it landed on your jaw. "seems i did well to do so, hm?"

you finally mustered out words, "so you feel the same way? you've been driving me nuts since i got here." he laughed, hugging you by your neck. "why do you think i'd take you to that carnival, huh?"

there was silence as you two basked in each other's embrace. until kidd blurted out, "your heart is beating like fucking crazy, damn i did that?!" you hit his arm and hid your heating face in his chest as he continued to tease and make fun of you.

this is kind of all over the place??? lmao

[acourtofthought]

This post was actually inspired by something @acourtdelaluna said to me. I always assumed Azriel was jealous of Lucien simply because Lucien was giving a mating bond while he wasn't. And not just any mating bond, a bond with the third Archeron when his two brothers got bonds with her sisters. Which makes sense well enough on its own considering Az has been wondering for centuries why Mor was not made his mate (leading to the belief he must not be worthy of one) and he already struggles with feeling like an outsider even within the IC. Not being given a bond like his brothers is compounding to all of that but.....it doesn't completely explain his behavior towards Lucien in ACOWAR because the Nessian mating bond wasn't a certainty at that point.

But what she mentioned is her thoughts that the issue may be something more, that the bond may have been secondary in terms of his jealousy of Lucien and that the original issue had more to do with Lucien encroaching on his place within the IC and his two brothers.

Az struggles with feelings of worth, he struggles with belonging even though the IC gives him unconditional love. And it's reflected in Azriel's standards of himself, the "sadistic tendencies" he holds himself to, the many times he's willing to throw himself into danger to protect those he loves, his belief that his spies and his information are infallible.

Yet we have this outsider enter their lives and almost immediately make himself invaluable. He's providing them information even Az doesn't have access too and at one point he's siding with Cassian (Azriel's best friend).

(Apologies for the way the excerpts run together, I had to stitch some and create a collage of others in order to not exceed the limit of 10 attachments).

(aren't the above two lines interesting when you consider everything that's happened so far? The meeting with Eris has already occurred, where Az feels Mor rejected his attempt at comfort when she snatched her hand away from him, when she expressed being upset with him for going behind her back. Cassian expresses disgust towards Rhys and Azriel for working with Eris and Lucien then seems to side with Cassian.

We know for a fact that Az is still in love with Mor at this point as he gets into a fight with Eris over her later in the book and he looks at her with yearning in ACOFAS. We know he doesn't have any feelings for Elain because he's relieved not to have to get her a gift at Solstice. So what's left that's driving his desire to help Elain and his dismissiveness towards Lucien? It feels a little like he's being a bit passive aggressive because of Lucien seeming to so seamlessly fit in where Az has never felt that and the one way to do that is to pay a bit of attention to another males mate.

I think the issues prior to SF really were a result of Lucien being someone Rhys began to depend on which felt threatening to Az. And that is very noticeable in the novella when he's almost aggressive while discussing Lucien. Then in SF when his face shows tightness at having to contact Lucien, when he claims "Lucien will never be good enough" and "he'll defeat him with little effort". Also in SF we have a confirmed Nessian bond (or one that was looking like more of a certainty) which is when Az added the "two brothers with two sisters so why didn't he get the third" onto the list of things he was already struggling with. Which is the straw that broke the camels back for Az. Not only does the IC look to Lucien where they once looked to only Az, not only are they hanging out talking sports while Az stands by himself in the door but Lucien is (in Azriel's mind) breaking up the brotherhood even further by getting the remaining bond with the remaining Archeron when Rhys and Cassian are her sisters.

It makes so much sense to me and I'm so excited @acourtdelaluna mentioned it as a way to view everything that's been going on with the whole Az / Lucien / Elain situation ❤️

[mytheoristavenue]

Hot things the Straw Hat men do

Summary: These are things that the Straw Hat men unknowingly do that you think is attractive. (Luffy, Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji)

Warning: Luffy and Zoro being mean, mentions of Reader being in danger

Money D. Luffy:

Smiling in the face of danger

Luffy rarely takes anything seriously, and when he does, he gives that one thing one hundred present of his focus, but still, very rarely do you get to see him get really angry. This is one of your favorite traits about him. He has an innate ability to laugh during most any situation, even when he knows he can't win.

Making important decisions

Despite his role as captain, it took Luffy a while to come into his own and fill those shoes. Having been through this with him, it's always a pleasant surprise when he an informed, uncontestable decision for the crew. You love to see him command the respect of his ship.

Laughing at you when you get flustered

Luffy can sometimes be pretty cruel with his treatment of you, laughing at your expense when he's done something to make you blush. He'll point out your cherry cheeks to his friends, comment on how cute you look. Little does he know, he's making the problem worse.

Roronoa Zoro:

Ignoring you

Zoro hardly gives you the time of days on most occasions. He doesn't tend to entertain drama or nagging, so if you go to him with an issue, and he doesn't have the energy for it, he'll simply pretend you aren't there, or feign ignorance to get you frustrated.

Telling you to adjust your attitude

If Zoro ever gets the feeling that you're manner of speaking isn't to his liking, he will never hesitate to correct it. Sometimes its as benign as a simple warning, but other times, if you're really annoying him, he'll grab you by either your wrist, your your cheeks and say: "Fix your attitude. Now."

Cleaning his swords

It goes without saying the Zoro takes very good care of his swords, usually filling any downtime that isn't spent napping cleaning them. Sometimes, your watch him from across the deck as he gently strokes the blades with a microfiber cloth. Occasionally, you'll get caught, and be subject to his teasing.

God Usopp:

Being brave

Usopp's impressive movements were few and far between when you first met, but now that two years have passed, you've noticed a lot of personal growth in him. He's more likely to jump into battle now days, and when he does, you think it's so attractive. Especially when he stands in front of you, not caring what happens to him, just as long as you get back to the ship safe.

Caring for his hair

Usopp has a very serious hair regiment, being only one of two Straw Hats to have textured hair. It goes without saying that he takes very good care of his curls. This means sleeping in bonnets, using protective styles, oils, scalp massages, everything! Occasionally, you catch him on the sofa or something, with his hair down and no type of accessory on. Usually, during these times, he'll be reading, or sketching, unconsciously detangling or twisting his coils with his fingers.

Talking about his interests

Without a doubt, Usopp is one of the most passionate people you've met when it comes to things he's interested it. Any time he comes up with some new gadget or star, he'll instantly run to you and talk your ear off over it. You don't understand most of it, and he talks too fast for you to grasp what he's actually saying, but you don't mind. You honestly love how his eyes light up every time.

Vinsmoke Sanji:

Cooking

Obviously, Sanji is an amazing chef, but it's not necessarily his food that you find attractive, but how he cooks it. For him, being a chef isn't just a job, its a passion and he truly takes his time with everything him makes, and pours his heart into every dish. Sometimes, you can sneak in the kitchen and watch him at work, classical music in the background as he delicately lays slices of protein into a pan, before pouring in a stream of white wine, sipping on a glass of some himself.

Flirting with you

Sanji is a notorious flirt, and you were aware of that the first day you met him, but there have been a few occasions when he flirts with just you, in that very special way that only he can. He'll take you by the hand, and look deeply and lovingly into your eyes, cooing the sweetest, most encouraging things. You know that more often then not it's because he wants something, or that you need the strength to do something that will turn the tides of a brawl, but it always makes you feel so one of a kind.

Fighting for you

Other times, when you can't find the strength to get up, and no amount of sweet nothings will help you rise, Sanji takes it upon himself to be your person protector. He'll usually turn to you, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and whisper something kind, before having someone pull you away, before stepping up to your challenge.

I hope you liked these! I am now taking OP requests as well, if you're interested in dropping one!

[muttsshroom]

mike, mal and alejandro reacting to their s/o being in danger during a challenge

tags: reader wears roller skates, slight ooc mal, mike didn't have a reset button, mike is a sweetheart, alejandro is protective, idk what else to tag lol

warning(s): near-death experiences, mild injuries (a single cut on hand), blood (barely)

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mike

when he hears your yelp he panics, immediately twirling around on his heel.

you give this poor boy a damn heart attack when he sees your skate stuck between two rocks, your nails dug into the dirt so you didn't slide down the mountain.

mike decides that chris's hike-race could wait as he sprints over, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

"are you okay?!" mike is so fussy over you, double checking your once trapped ankle. "i'm okay. thank you so much, mike."

he keeps you close for the rest of the hike, not caring about the challenge as he helps you skate over some bumpy rocks.

"maybe you should give the skates a rest?" he'll suggest, but sighs when you stay stubborn about keeping them on.

he won't ask, but he will literally swoon if you give him a kiss as thanks.

even though you both place pretty late in the race, albeit not last, he's just happy you're okay.

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mal

as soon as you yell out his name through the echoed tunnels he's running for you

much like cameron, you had most likely slipped and fell into a deep hole, the sight made his heart jump.

you had a firm clutch upon the rim of the hole you had accidentally rolled into, your skates desperately trying to push you up to safety, yet the wheels only dug in and crumbled some of the rock.

mal snatches your hand, tugging you up with swift strength and into his arms. you must of been tired from holding on since you panted slightly into his neck, holding him just as tight and muttering 'thank you's'.

"be more careful next time." he'll scold, scowling to hide his worry as his arms squeeze you rather protectively. "i will. thanks again, mal."

unlike mike, he will demand a kiss as thanks for saving your life before heading off with you to find chris and the others.

keeps an extremely close eye on where you're going. will kick rocks out of the way for you. even goes as far as to place a hand upon your lower back to ensure you're safe.

after the stress dies down and you're both back in the cabins he'll tease you a little. "maybe you should take skating lessons, doll." "shut up, mal." he won't tell anyone about it though. he's the only one who can humiliate you.

if anyone had a part in your 'accident' he will literally rig the votes to get them off immediately. no one can (almost) hurt his s/o and get away with a million.

in future challenges he keeps a closer eye on you.

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alejandro

owen's carelessness had knocked open yet another rickety patch-job on the side of chris's plane, causing the suction to tug everyone violently.

due to you being sat with noah, your new friend (much to your lover's dismay), alejandro couldn't grab you as quick as he wanted to as you're shook from your seat.

noah's hand grazes your wrist as you yelp, trying to stop yourself- yet your wheels kept moving.

your body is almost thrown from the plane, yet you manage to catch onto a piece of sharp metal, cutting your hand in the process.

alejandro can hear you shouting for him, adding even more stress to the situation. luckily, he manages to grab a handle next to a seat and leans out, snagging your arm just before your hand slipped.

alejandro immediately reels back from the hole with you as leshawna pushes a box in front of the hole, causing the others to drop to the floor.

you clung to alejandro tightly as the others ask if you're alright, face buried into his neck as you soak in the situation, catching your breath.

as soon as alejandro feels your tears wet his neck, probably due to stress and shock of almost dying, he shouts at owen; cursing him out in spanish

after the situation dies down, alejandro sits with you in the farthest and most safe corner, still holding you tightly as you calm down.

"mi vida, are you alright?" he mutters, carefully wiping the blood from your hand with his shirt. when you nod yes, he visibly relaxes, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"just relax, okay? we'll get to our next location soon. i promise." alejandro keeps his voice soft, trying his hardest to help calm you.

literally glares at anyone who tries to get close to you at the moment, but decides that noah could sit next to you to make sure you're okay.

sandwiched between your lover and best friend, you relax pretty easily, but still jolt with every bump of turbulence. every time you do, alejandro squeezes you a bit closer, kissing your head softly.

if you fall asleep against him he'll literally ascend to heaven.