#like. unprompted and unprovoked too

[javaclown]

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[yonpote]

making fun of dnp not shutting up abt the rpf poll when i too cannot shut up about the rpf poll.....

ok but forreal heres the thing. when they bring that poll up, there is not a hint of irony nor awkwardness. there's no "haha this is uh kinda weird and creepy but uh thanks i guess." theres just pure pride and confidence and love for their community. theyre like "yeah we beat jesus what of it??? our fans helped us beat jesus isnt that sick???" and dan monologuing about how poetic it is as they perform onstage in catholic-camp outfits that they win against the lord and savior and his ultimate traitor. yall, we are NOT in 2015 anymore, DNP ARE EMBRACING THIS SHIT!!!! and i knowww its not that deep lmao but the way ppl are STILL like "yeah shipping them invades their privacy" despite publicly celebrating it in like the last five videos AND in fucking interviews???? unprompted unprovoked?????? like be fr. if you dont like rpf then thats fine but dont act like its "for their privacy" or its this huge moral thing when the supposed first and biggest victims of rpf actually love it and think its cool and awesome

[macknus]

Pathetic and Defeated (III)

Read part one here // Continued from here

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Whumpee woke on something stiff and hard beneath him. He groaned as he came to, feeling a stinging pain in his ribs. Cold fingers touched against his skin and he gasped and shot up.

“Woah! Calm down Whumpee,” a bright voice berated. Strong hands shoved Whumpee back down onto the hard— whatever he was on. “Valko’s stitching your wound with a very sharp needle which he can also stab you with so I’d be careful if I were you. He’s a terrible grump.”

“Not to worry Whumpee,” a harsher voice gruffed. “It won’t be you I will stab with a needle.”

“Oh shush, Valko, you would never.”

Whumpee didn’t want to open his eyes. He really didn’t. In fact, he’d much rather just fall unconscious again but he doubted he’d be able to sleep if these two strange Samaritans kept arguing.

“Wait…” Whumpee said, opening his eyes and glancing at the tall man Caretaker called Valko. “Are you like… qualified to stitch people up?”

Caretaker blinked down at him. A slow smirk slid across his face as he leaned over Whumpee. “Do you have any other options nearby that I can half carry you towards, Whumps?”

Whumpee scoffed and immediately regretted it. A sharp pain shot through his body and he gasped, twisting away from the pain to Baron’s yells. Hands pinned Whumpee down again none-too-gently and he let out a grunt through gritted teeth.

“You nearly stabbed yourself!” Baron hissed. “Again. Do I need to pin you down or will you lie still?”

Whumpee let out a pained puff of air through his nose. “I’ll stay still.”

“Are you certain?” Valko grumbled, his voice low. Deep. Rumbly.

Too deep, for the stupid, tall, weirdly strong—

“OW!” Whumpee cried as he felt cold fingers near his wound, but he made sure not to move. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Baron’s gaze flicked to Valko before he smiled down at Whumpee on the— bench? Table?— again and patted his shoulders with both hands. Whumpee grimaced as a Baron hit a dull ache where a bruise was probably forming, but remained still.

“Good boy,” Baron said, half climbing back off the table and standing on the other side of Whumpee as Valko resumed stitching Whumpee’s side. Baron grabbed something off the table and started twirling it between his fingers as he looked down at Whumpee. “Do you remember what happened to you Whumpee?”

Whumpee blinked, shocked at the serious question coming from Caretaker’s lips. “Uh… it’s all a bit fuzzy.”

“Were you robbed? Was it a unprompted attack, or are you into some shady business that can only be conducted in back alleys?”

The accusation in Baron’s voice was clear. Whumpee swallowed and glanced at Valko as he said, “no, nothing like that. I was just walking home when I was attacked by three thugs.”

Baron’s eyes pierced Whumpee, and if not for the fact that Baron currently had his butler/henchmen/overprotective guardian patching him up on a table then Whumpee would’ve thought Baron was trying to cut him with his stare.

Baron’s features remained friendly, charming, a soft lightness to his neutral expression, but there was a shrewdness behind his smile and beneath the surface that made something crawl beneath Whumpee’s skin. He didn’t want to make an enemy of the Baron. He had a feeling it would be the last mistake he ever made.

“You weren’t robbed, but you were attacked by three thugs in the street unprovoked?”

Whumpee blinked. “I mean, I don’t know if I was robbed. You came along shortly after… it’s all blurry.” Whumpee winced, a short gasp flying from his lips. He screwed his eyes shut and tried his best to remain still.

“Perhaps an interrogation would be better after he has rested and eaten, Master?”

Whumpee opened his eyes again once the wave of pain passed, and found Baron staring down at him. His lips pressed thin into a forced smile. He glanced back to Valko and nodded.

“Of course. I’ll have Anna get a room ready.” Baron turned after he spoke and left the room promptly, leaving Whumpee staring after him with a knot tied in his stomach. Caretaker seemed volatile, and Whumpee wondered whether or not Caretaker was his saviour or another bout of trouble that was waiting once he recovered.

Whumpee turned to look at Valko. He tried for a smile that he imagined came out watery and not at all convincing. “I don’t want to be anymore trouble.”

Valko stared at Whumpee, not trying to fix his features into something welcoming or pleasant like the Baron. Whumpee watched as the older man’s arm drew back and forth, expertly stitching him back together while he kept his haunting grey eyes fixed on Whumpee’s face.

“You will not be able to walk anymore than when you arrived here.”

“I’ll be fin— ow!” Whumpee hissed, grabbing his side where Valko just poked him with a bony finger. “What was that for?!”

“Yes. Fine.” Valko replied dryly. “But neither the Baron nor I care to walk you home tonight in the rain. Especially after you were under the Baron’s care, what sort of message would that send?”

“I’m grateful—”

“Good. Then do not spit on the master’s hospitality and make this night any longer than it needs be Whumpee.” Whumpee swallowed and stared at the ceiling again, letting out a defeated sigh. “At least stay until the morning.”

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Tag-list: @sunflower1000 @scoundrelwithboba @whump-till-ya-jump @kuetabii @abmwrites @elle297382 (lmk if you wanna be added/removed🫶)

[hedwigoprah]

Thursday Bangers (from a couple weeks ago)

As if I’d miss the Taylor Swift prompt 🤭

Thanks again @woundedsoul12

I’ve loved you three summers now honey, but I want them all.

Lover by Taylor Swift

This prompt was different for me because I actually know the song for once.

This one started out as something and then went somewhere else. Here’s your content warning for a panic attack.

@serensama does this count as a WIP? I wrote it this morning 😉

2.4K words that I’ll probably publish to AO3 later. Probably with more thorough edits too. Please forgive my errors, it was 4am when I started this.

If she bit at it any more her thumb would start bleeding. She hadn't really even noticed she was doing it until the zip of pain of her nailbed being breeched gave warning. Veryl took a quick look at her finger before tucking it into a fist and leaning forward on her knees. The bouncing was jarring but it did what it needed to.

They were playing games tonight in the main hall. A few rounds of cards and then something with dice that they were laughing and yelling about now. Veryl had tried hard to concentrate on it but her heartbeat kept accelerating unprompted, making it more difficult to keep up.

The weird heaviness she had felt at the start of the day had not abated. She thought that sparring or even running on their rare off day might help to alleviate the feeling, but no luck.

Reading while Bellara tinkered on something in her workshop didn't help. Nor did talking with Neve about theories, or keeping Lucanis company while he cooked— a mostly silent endeavor. When quiet activities had failed, she turned to hitting things with Taash or playing tag with Assan.

The well just seemed to open further and further. The pressure of wasting a day of rest compounding the gaping absence of… something.

And there was no direct cause she could point at. Of course there were a lot of variables that could trigger something like this, but in most cases she usually felt comforted by the lack of conclusions they could draw. They knew that it would be hard, and that was all she needed to know to get through it.

Life was reasonably okay, they were safe for now.

If she had to guess, it was probably that lingering feeling in inadequacy that she kept fed and silent most of the time. Visiting Varric hadn't really soothed that beast. His injury had brought forward all the shit that went wrong in Nevarra. The choices she made. The loss of life. Inevitable consequences and fallout. These people, so talented and worthy, didn't deserve someone who couldn't protect a team.

And when this was over? What was to become of them? They'd continue their lives and close the book on this part. It would become a mere talking point at parties. She would become a character in a story they repeated to children around a camp fire.

A few heads looked up when the dining room chair scraped against the flagstone. The sudden announcement of her movement was anomalous but she couldn't be bothered right now. Not with the thoughts that circled and tightened themselves like the threading of a bolt.

"Darling? Is everything alright?" Emmrich glanced up from the small book he had been reading while the others played their game. He had been keeping them company after dinner, electing to put his current research on hold for the evening.

Harding also watched, only half paying attention to the game. She was the only one who had witnessed this kind of behavior from Veryl before. Once. Back in the early days. Pacing their room at a tavern like a caged animal.

Veryl had gotten into an unprovoked fight that night. It wasn't her greatest moment.

But then, which of them were?

"Rook?" Emmrich asked more specifically this time, leaning to catch her attention from where it focused on the table between them.

Veryl watched briefly as his posture adjusted to bring more of his focus to her, turning his body, closing his book before marking the place, a frown starting to form between his eyebrows.

And she left.

She was out the kitchen door within seconds. Her few long strides were quick and silent. No one would really notice she hadn't vacated the premises,

Though Emmrich would come looking for her, that much she had ensured.

Did she want to be found? How difficult did she want to make the journey for him? All options weighed evenly, should could always hop through the Eluvian and go for a jog in the forest. A brisk walk in the snow could help clear her head. Even basking in the actual sunlight on the beach would probably soothe the aching that was taking up residence in her skull.

She ended up on the floor in front of the fish in her room. Head between her knees. Too aware of the way the frame of the chaise bit into her spine. The sofa had shifted when she had more or less collapsed against it, moving it off the ornate rug and exposing a sliver of the flooring below. She felt the cold of the stone seep through her bones.

Breathing, though accustom to losing it, or holding it, or reserving it, became a rare commodity. She tried hard to regulate the greedy gasps she made, feeling embarrassed by her own noise in the quiet room. Everything was out of her control it seemed.

She could do nothing about the hand that was currently cinching like a tourniquet around her thigh. The tightening came as a ache and then a throb, accompanying a cramp in her fingers and joints as her grip refused to loosen.

The pain was grounding and Veryl finally realized the big fat tears that dripped from her face were real. She felt her face contort in unrestrained emotion.

She barely noticed the rustling of clothes as another body was pulling her in tight. A hand eased over her locked one, wedging between its grip on her leg and prying it away. She didn't try to ease up either, switching crushing the hand that reached for it.

In a crushing sweep the pressure finally started ease but for as long as she wailed and sobbed openly. She was too far gone for the action to feel awkward, instead she only felt increments of relief. The other person tucked her in more closely with each body wracking shudder that she gave into.

At some point she blacked out, either from lack of oxygen or just simply because of the turmoil she gave into. The weight of it finally claiming her and pulling her into the deep. She was relieved to come awake peacefully, instead of jarring herself into consciousness in order to escape the nightmares.

A cold touch. A familiar scent that so often reminded her of home. A vibration of bones that drew the line between the dead and the living. She snuggled a little closer to the warmth that cradled her. There was shifting to accommodate, and something moved down her back.

Her eyelids lifted slowly revealing clothing and then skin. She was tucked into Emmrich's chest, his hair tickled at her nose. She felt how her body outlined his, both stretched out across that pitifully small green sofa. Her legs tangled with his, a s measure to keep her from slipping off, she was sure. And a roving hand ran circuts up and down her spine, fingers paused to press along her vertebrae sometimes.

Her own hands were close to her face, bent at the joint and tucked under her chin. Emmrich's other arm acted as a cushion for her head. She felt his muscle bending and flexing. He was probably trying to keep it from falling asleep too.

"Emm-" she started, though her mouth was dry and her voice got caught along her vocal chords. She sniffed and tried clearing her throat.

"If you start with an apology, I'm afraid this may be a very different kind of discussion." There was warning in his voice, but there was concern too. Veryl closed her mouth and swallowed the decidedly polix remorse she had planned on relating, her throat still sticky.

He sighed, a deep thing that expanded his chest in front of her. She felt an unbidden blush start to creep up at the sight. It was only made worse when his free roving hand reached down to gently lift her chin, forcing her to look at him.

When he was satisfied with her obedience, keeping her eyes locked with his own, he transition from her face to her hair. Long fingers gently tucked it back and away, some pieces having been stuck to her cheek with salty moisture.

"Are you alright?" He asked, so very delicately. She didn't so much hear his voice as she felt it. His low timbre resonated when he spoke, a soothing reverberation. Any hint of reproach was gone, his face was all concern and care. A small frown hinted along his mouth.

She tried again to clear her throat, and provide some semblance of clear communication. "I'm… alright." It came out as several high pitched eeks, a scraping that generally sounded like words.

She gave him a small smile. He returned it though it didn't really change his countenace. His hand moved again to cup against her cheek and on instinct she pushed into it and closed her eyes.

"I cannot tell you what to do, my darling." He said, words barely there between them. "Goodness knows I could never wield such power with someone as willful as you. But I fear I must implore you anyway."

Veryl blinked up at him when he paused, waiting for what he would say, what he would ask of her. She tried not to think of the futility he felt in his request. That he thought so little of asking something of her. As though he felt he had no sway over her, when truly, it was quite the opposite.

She would do anything he asked, fight any foe he pointed her at, go anywhere he desired her to exist. He could merely say the word and she would. If he didn't know that, she would rectify such a sad misunderstanding as soon as she regained her voice.

"Please tell me when something is wrong." He kept her stare as it widened. Ah, the one thing she could not do. "Do not let your fear keep you from allowing me to stand with you. I am more than capable of holding you together when you yourself cannot."

What could she say to relieve him of the obvious stress this predicament caused? The frown on his face had deepened and she had lost his eyes as they had dipped away growing less confident with each word.

She reached her own hand up to mirror his. Gently cupping his cheek she ran a thumb along his high cheekbone, marveling at the way he melted at her touch.

"Things are always wrong." She spoke quietly and his eyes closed. His eyebrows drew together seemingly in pain, as he inhaled deeply near her wrist. The kisses landed softly against her palm.

"There will never be a time when things are not wrong. Would you have me come to you for every small thing? Every miniscule complaint?" For as long as they endeavored to stop the world from collapsing, there would be no peace. Surely he would not ask her to burden him with her displeasure.

"I would have you tell me absolutely everything down to if you stubbed your littlest toe." He spoke into her hand as his own held her to his face, brazenly he breathed her in. His eyes were back on hers, dark and unwavering. Some sort of heat was growing in them, making Veryl aware of that blush from earlier, bringing it roaring back to life.

"There is nothing so great that I cannot handle. Even if there was, it could not be something we would not face together." He closed the few centimeters of space between them. He transferred from kissing her hand to kissing along her cheekbones. Veryl closed her eyes and her chest felt light as she let a long sigh empty her lungs.

"My darling, let me convince you of my devotion." A whisper in her ear that sent a tingle down her spine. "You have posessed the very essence of my being and I exist wholly at your leisure.

He caressed the shell of her ear with his lips and anointed her with a small noise that made her whole body shiver. Only then did she become aware of how their legs still tangled, sensitive parts brushing nearer to each other with each shift of position.

Veryl slowly reached to wrap her arms around his neck. Her fingers let the way, eventually finding themselves sunk into his hair, massaging and pulling. It wasn't long before Emmrich's wayward kisses along her jaw reached her lips. She sank into the oblivion he encouraged, opening up for him and meeting his tongue stroke for stroke. Her breathing became erratic again, the indication of losing control.

She broke away briefly to catch up, the sensation feeling too familiar to earlier in the day. Emmrich kept up his offensive, dragging kisses along her neck, and skin he could access.

"Let me do this for you, darling." Emmrich whispered the words against her skin. He bit once, causing her to wince. A quick, soothing lick followed and Veryl shuddered. "Give yourself over to me. Let me take care of you. Let me be the one to worry."

She felt him everywhere. How his arms surround her, his hands holding fast to her ribs. The way his tongue traveled along her collar bone and her nose buried into his hair. How many points of connection did their bodies bare? Forty? Fifty?

She craved him. She had from the start, from that very first kiss. There was never any denying that. But she was unwilling to give up that control, that safety she put in place. That ultimate vulnerability. It would never be just sex with him, it would always be a meeting of two souls that could never be extricated from each other.

She was the one who sought him out this time, her kiss certain as she slid her tongue along his. Her hands shifted to grip his hips, pulling until he rolled them over. He hovered above her, caging her in there on the chaise. He broke away for a moment, to watch her, to look for answers to the question he had yet to ask.

His hand revisited her cheek, "Are you sure? I feel as though we should talk about what happened before…"

Veryl smiled, a small thing with a few teeth, a genuine display of contentedness. She shook her head.

"Help me forget, my love. That the world is ending. Take it away." It was all the permission he needed.

Under his care and ministrations, Veryl handed her entire being over to him. Worries drifted away with the whisper of pleasured sighs.

Here is the other Thursday Banger Prompt I posted, one more to go! Well, till tomorrow.

Trivia for your time: Honey never spoils. It can remain edible indefinitely if stored correctly, truly natures candy.

[sanjisboyfie]

to help me sleep at night just random individual headcanons from various places of my brain (did it on my phone if typo ignore or u eill explode)

m!reader

if suguru is smoking and you come up to him:

option a: you smoke too, he lights your cigarette up w his lighter, cupping his hand over the flame to make sure it doesnt go out before your end is properly lit, OR he makes sure you have yours in your mouth, before leaning in towards you (his is in his mouth) and pressing the two ends together to make yours light off of his end, OR, he just insists on you two sharing the one hes already smoking, smirking as hes got infinite amount of indirect kisses lined up for him now

option b: you don't smoke, so he immediately stomps it out on the ground and blows the last hit he took into thr opposite direction of you so you dont ahve to smell it/smell like it.

satoru really loves embarassing you two in public, especially in his teen days. out of nowhere, really erotic noises would come from him - obviously unprompted and unprovoked - and he'd just start obnoxiously moaning your name...so fucking embarrassing. its like hes got the humor of a middle schooler. like youre in the arcade playing games w each other, he loses, and then he starts shaking the poor machine and jolting his hips back and forth AS IF hes getting railed when obviously hes FUCKING NOT and screaming "eugh!! uAgh!! HARDER [NAME]!! FUCK" and youre just trying very hard to get him to shut the fuck up

another satoru headcanon, loves gushing to u abt his lil nerd findings. when you were in highschool tgt, he would have you sit in front of him on his bed as he pointed to all the different mechanjcs his gundam figurine (bc he deffo collected them bye its ltr canon) has and going all nerdy by making silly noises like "pshhh! pfooo! baam!" as he makes them dance around in front of you. you just let him indulge you because hes honestly adorable whenever he does get rlly into it and not at all an annoying piece of shit, like he usually is. he might even rock ur bodies back and forth as hes doing all the sound effects too before setting the toy down and jus peppering kisses all over your face and neck. awww the little shit is being cute.

erm erm guys lemme cook w the one piece boys rq.

TRAFALGAR LAW...thats the headcanon.

ok obvs jk. but just imagine laws hands (gigglegiggle) and how theyre always in conract w u. mans cannottt keep his hands to himself. but nooo his hands needs to touch skin or else its not even worth it???? his fingers will slither beneath your shirt and grip onto your pelvis, or they'll go below your waistband and just run up and down your hipbone. if hes coming up from behind you his personal favorite is grabbing the back of your neck with his COLD ASS hands and watching you jump in genuine UNCOMFORTABLENESS and him jus laugh at u. then he kisses the spot he touched, covering the cold sensation w his warm lips. orrrr how about how he literally tugs you around w his hands. idk smth like pulling you inby yourbelt loops and forcing you to sit on his lap, no matter whos w u guys. or how hes always got his hand in yours so hes guiding you places/forcing you to stick near him

luffy gulp. luffy gulp gulp. the absolute sweetest sweetheart. probably loves kissing a lot. when u guys first started dating the only kisses hed accept were if u guys both looked like ducks and your lips were pursed to heaven and beyond. he thought it was rlly cute and liked how it felt. a very smiley teethy kisser if ykwim. 99.9% of ur kisses end up with him grinning ear to ear so youre basically kissing teeth stp but its ok hes babygirl it ok. luffy wants kissed for every single little thing. you gusy woke up? kiss. you guys r gonna eat breakfast? kiss. you guys r about to take a bath? kisses in the bath r fun!!!!! luffy is a kissing enthusiast. give him kisses wtfffff

tbh zoros a biter. like bro definitely bit kids when he was little. but MOVING ON FROM THAT. i mean: hes the type to bite as a form of affection. ABS IF U CANT SEE THE VISION IDC he definitely does. he sees your arms and thinks hmm i shd try eatin that in a very unserious way so he bites it when its in front of him and u genuinely look st him as if he has rabies. then he jus shrugs and ignores it??? which hello why is ur teeth imprinted in my skin rn ur jus gonna ignore it. if you guys r cuddling, he bites your bicep lightly to wake u up because hes too lazy to speak words. zoro rlly is "i no energy word bite yes" like dawg it does NOT work like that. bites your fingers sometimes when u hold hands....then licks it better when youre abiut to dcold him. the thing is this is all v nonchalantly done. like he rlly doesnt see how odd this is so he just does it and then cotninues on as if it isnt lowk v odd and abnormal. bites a lot. (he a freakazoid) dont let him rest his hesd between your legs for nap time he will definitely bite the inside of your thighs and that hurts like a bitch. next thing yk hes biting too close and taking off ur dick. do not risk it w this man.

[rexxdjarin]

Not only this, but like just because you personally don’t like something or don’t relate to something doesn’t mean it’s bad or done with bad intentions. You don’t have to villainize something to justify not liking something. Not everyone is evil, not everything is immoral.

If it’s not for you, don’t read it. If you dont relate to something, don’t read it.

Don’t make fandom spaces miserable for everyone solely because everything doesn’t speak perfectly to you all the time.

Idk who needs to hear this but if you automatically assume anyone who interacts with you has ill intentions and then treat them accordingly... That's just a self-fulfilling prophecy. No one will want to interact in good faith because they're preemptively and unjustly getting their head bitten off. The only people who will interact are the people who want to make your life miserable, and they specifically interact with the goal of triggering you

Not everyone is out to get you, and if you genuinely believe that's the case. At the very least you need to step away from the computer and ideally talk to a professional. Because that's not a healthy way to interact with the world at all

[saintshigaraki]

LMFAOOOO THIS WAS ONE OF MY FUNNIEST POSTS IM SORRY THIS WAS EVIL AS HELLDFGHJ

you did this unprompted and unprovoked too like what the hell......and to this day im still not free from his evil clutches. bc of YOU!!

[fatuismooches]

My previous asks about biting is just because i have cute aggression and your works are so cute (usually, one time i wanted to test out how dramatic my mascara was so i read some of your angst, cried) but now that i really think about it? my number one competitor is Il Dottore himself

It's my personal headcanon dottore has really bad cute aggression, sure it's mainly under control now because he's been alive for fuckinf Centuries (for all childhood friends works where the reader is male would it count as old man yaoi- *gets shot*) but with his lover? absolutely out of control

Maybe they're cuddling and his lover's hand gets close to his mouth? eated, chomped

childhood friends reader who has scars on their arms because of how hard dottore has bitten them

it gets so bad that the reader has to give him a taste of his own medicine, he bit them a few minutes ago and now he has his hand by their mouth? EATED (he gets so confused and then Realizes, unbeknownst to you, you started an all out war.)

Make sure to wear turtlenecks during the chomping war because if you walk past him wearing like, a tee-shirt he'll just move the collar of the shirt (or even stretch it, bastard) just to bite your shoulder and then act like nothing happened

after about the first week, you both look like you were mauled by a small cat.

Eventually, a truce is made, so it's not as bad, but you two still bite each other like feral cats.. It's just more provoked rather than "i have to get them back IMMEDIATELY"

So there's not as many bite marks everywhere, mainly on each other's arm and hands now because, what else are you supposed to do if your lover's hand is by your mouth? kiss it? fucking casual. Bite his cheek and watch him go absolutely insane though

some other harbingers who i think have cute aggression but not as bad

The second place is pantalone, he isnt bitey, but he will grab, squish, and tug at your cheeks aggressively if you say or do something cute whole cooing about the cuteness of what you just did

columbina will just, hug and squeeze you really REALLY tight if you do something cute, its hard to breathe but thats ok

the last and (funnily enough) least aggressive when it comes it cuteness, is childe, he'll hug you tightly (not as tight as columbina) and squish your cheeks, but only for a few seconds (unlike pantalone, who will literally make your face numb) he is lime a healthy mix of both of those two, he will get bitey however. - 🎈 pspsp smooches cmere i promise i wont bite you (lying)

🎈 ANON?? HELP IM SORRY FOR MESSING UP YOUR MASCARA I DIDNT MEAN TO 😭 (or did I?) But omg, I honestly didn't know what cute aggression was until now, thank you for informing me of this AND I'M GONNA BE STEALING YOUR HCS BC THATS TOO CUTE 🤲❤️❤️😭

I'm just. EXPLODING 💥 Bro doesn't know how to control his biting strength too so he ends up drawing blood sometimes 😔 (But it's okay since it's Dottore) I bet people assume the scars you have are from something cool like battles but nope... you got BIT by a human, multiple times at that. The first time it happened you probably let out a little scream because he's literally nomming on you unprompted and... you've never met anyone who does that 😨 I wonder if he even has an explanation for it or he just... does it? He just wants to bite you and he will, you can't stop him😭🙏

I mean, you get used to the random bitings, but if there's one thing about you, is that you will put him in his place if need be! If Dottore thinks he can just go on ranting about his research after fatally biting you, he's wrong 😒 He starts waving his hands around in excitement and you know what. Bitten. Nom-nom. Congrats. This is one of the very few times Dottore's rendered speechless. (Worst mistake of your life.) You know how regular couples give each other good morning/night kisses? Well Zandik does something like that... he just bites you unprovoked instead. It's the absolute worst during the Akademiya because you're sweating so hard trying to cover all of your skin but also trying to avoid getting nipped on the neck by that irritating deadly scholar 🫠 He is so nonchalant about it too 😒 But you're not. As soon as you land a bite you're grinning so hard and he's just like 😐 Ehehe... pretending to kiss his cheek and then nibbling on it and giving it a lil bite... I'm evaporating... i love the little love bites <3

THE PANTALONE ONE IS SOOO TRUEEE AWWW 😭🥺🥺🥺 I see him as very touchy so omggg him squishing your cheeks is so cute 😭 You would just be talking and saying something unintentionally adorable to him and all of a sudden he's cupping and then squishing your cheeks all while going on about how cute his darling is, and your words are now getting all garbled up 😔 it's A NEED. (Then he'll kiss your cheeks so gently if you get pouty cuz he pulled too hard :(( <3)

100% agreed on Bina she is. A MONSTER. when it comes to those hugs, you may faint if you don't build up some resistance to it. You can try to do it back to her but for some reason, she isn't really affected by it even if you muster up all your strength, but she still adores the notion! And Childe... RAHHH THESE ARE SO GOOD!! It's funny for him to be the least aggressive but his co-workers are something else I guess 😭 We love a king who's so affectionate but also won't kill you with it 🤭 I imagine if you return it he would be so flattered...especially if you're strong enough to actually keep him from leaving your hug. Now that's the good stuff.

🎈 anon 😳 you can bite me if you want, I don't mind 😌🫶

[scavengerssuccotash]

Do you have and soft/sweet headcanons of Clint and Nat? Also, 100 percent agree, I love when Clint goes feral on Nat’s behalf

Soft Clint is also my weakness. He is a die hard romantic at heart. I’m talking about all the mushy fluffy good chicken-noodle-soup-for-the-soul kind of goodness. He treats Nat like a princess, buying her flowers, gear and anything she wants really. Price is no matter either he’s frugal by nature and has a substantial nest egg that he’s been building since he was a teenager. Nat however still has some hang ups on the whole receiving gifts without an expectation of a return investment so they worked out a deal. Twice a year Clint can buy her an unexpected gift just because. For their Eight-N-Four gifts and Christmas they pick from lists that they give each other. Clint one time surprised her with a little kitten he found on a mission in Chile, who she would later name Liho. She jokes to this day that that was the best gift anyone ever got her. Clint grumbles about the closet full of weapons but grins like an idiot every time he finds the two of them asleep on the couch together. (Nat has a one eyed dog on hold at the pound but that’s a secret! Shh!)

Nat is a secret sap and relishes in all the little ways Clint spoils her. From the notes on her coffee cup in the morning to the way their pinkies seem to twine together when they are walking in the park she loves it. What she loves most however is the slow dances in the kitchen. It’s never planned and they’ve burned a few good meals but they are memories she looks back on often.

They shower together often. Sometimes to save on time, other times for fun but most of the time they just like being naked together without having to get intimate. Clint has a clawfoot tub in the basement that he’s been meaning to put in, but hasn’t had the time off yet to do it.

Nat likes to give him a good massage after a particular strenuous mission. And oh god she’s good at it! She goes all out too, good oils, icy hot, really anything to help alleviate the tension in his shoulders and arms. By the time she’s done Clint’s either hard or half asleep.

On Sunday’s when they have the time off they lay in bed all day, laughing and joking, touching and kissing. It’s by far their favorite day of the week. The first time Nat said I love you out loud was on a Sunday like this, half asleep after making love and Clint’s cheeks hurt from grinning so wide. After that first time it got easier and easier for Natasha to say and now she just says it randomly, unprompted and unprovoked and it sends Clint to the moon every single time. The first time Phil heard her say it he dropped his coffee.

[persephoneflouwers]

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all of this.

and i think i was in such a bubble for the first couple days that i had the most naive hope that maybe the fandom will reflect and back off now. not the twitterverse, no. just the boys' fandom. esp after th boys' words. god do their words bleed pain.

all this vile, cruel hate in name of irrelevant stan wars, charts,numbers and awards.

and it dint change anything. not one thing. harries are back to shouting harry didnt even write his words because liam was that insignificant to him. how is this the reality we live in? how has the world come to this? in name of music?

im just heartbroken. that poor boy, he was hated and harassed and bullied long before maya said a word.

lets say a day comes when some of these allegations are proven false, then what? will any of these people apologize? will they see him for a human he was? will they see how they filled the days after his death too with hate for him?

Hi angel, how are you holding up?

I mostly can’t stop thinking about the waves of hate aimed at him for the smallest things, it’s really heartbreaking. Not just for the latest events with what followed Niall’s show and the newest allegations.

They hated on him any time they got.

Twitter is the nastiest place on earth for that and this has started to spread a long ago. People were trying to erase him from 1D and it just became sort of a joke to block him and hate on him completely unprovoked and unprompted. In that, fandom had a lot of involvement. GP usually intervened when something major happened like the podcast or the latest tiktok content.

It really does break my heart when I think about it.

In reference to this

[caelcstis]

“You must be really bored if this is how you chose to spend your night.” an amused statement from a rather amused demon; satans glance not quite leaving the angel's now that he finds himself in such a ... unfortunate predicament. plenty of items in his room remain better left alone, curses and traps in places he routinely leaves to the back of his mind. but this ... it's not personal, truly, enough so that he already offers a hand up to help the angel down, now caught between the ever winding vines of a rather damning botanical piece. the demon he had brought it from had warned him it was prone to attacking unprovoked, a fact his forgetfulness had only seemed to induce more forward. “ ... Anything you’d like to say to plead your case?” / aka satan and raph because i missed our boys too and COULD NOT resist!

unprompted. // @dangaer always accepting !!

raphael was knowledgeable to plants, at least in the celestial realm and the human realm. not these morbid plants in the devildom. he had only wanted to look at it, study it if he could. the last thing he wanted was to somehow upset such an oddly emotional plant into attacking him.

now he was tangled up in it, and every time he tried to gently coax his way out, it tightened around his limbs further and another vine squeezed around another part of his body. it was suffocating, tightening even the cincher around his waist further and raphael was increasingly becoming uncomfortable. he couldn't even play with satan, but satan was surely enjoying this predicament instead.

"i didn't meant to cause trouble..." he whined towards the hand he couldn't even reach without upsetting this plant more. "i was just curious about it since i had never seen it before. i didn't think it was so violent." he couldn't even gesture to himself without the vines tightening around his arms and thighs. he hiccupped slightly at the squeeze around his frame.

he looked towards the demon, large eyes already pleading. "can you please help me? i'm worried it'll tear my clothes if it squeezes me any tighter."

[theladysunami]

@wonderingcheshirecat

#i think we all appreciate how he was ready to just throw stuff at pei ming immediately after waking up #basically unprompted and unprovoked #he didn't know what was going on but he was so ready to throw the heaviest thing he could reach at PM #it's an understandable reaction #like I don't hate pei ming he's actually a pretty ok person if maybe a bit too much of a flirt #but compared to many others including the other two tumors he's fine #he just exudes this aura that makes me believe he would totally deserve to be slapped liberally at will #also the chibis in the corner are pretty funny

Hands down my FAVOURITE official illustration of TGCF 😂😂😂😂😂

[goodmorningbadday]

time to update this like it’s my diary again :) because it is :)

left off last time during smftourdust. ended up going to forest hills, boston, camden, & holmdel and had the best time with my bestie caitlyn & some friends. forest hills show was SO fun and one of my fave shows of the year. picture this: you’re tipsy and having the time of your life with your best friend at FOB. travie comes on stage. you fall to your knees genuinely in despair and shock. after he leaves you go get a drink to recover. you go to the bar and start getting bullied by the bartender for being from iowa. then pete SPRINTS past you for dance dance. then, in the distance, pete gives a shout out to midtown & rob hitt. could not have been a more oddly specific sequence of events to happen to me and was just one fatal blow after another. anyways. holmdel was lawn, camden & boston were pit. all 10/10 shows, I love FOB. :’)

movielife in boston went crazy!!!! 40 hour train back to penn forever!!!!! movielifers for life!!!!

paradise fears in chicago FUCKED. I accidentally got way too high before they came on. cried four separate times. they’re like actually better now than they ever were which is crazy. my last PF show was 9 YEARS AGO!!!!

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG!!!!!!! oh brudder. this one took it out of me. ended up with VIP both days (thank u relient k LOL) and also hungover both days after going to both nights of emo nite. despite my previous statement, we DID miss the movielife both days LMAOOOO </3 but other than that WHAT A LINEUPPPP also was being hunted for sport by gabe saporta (he unprompted & unprovoked came and found me at WWWY to say hi & at one of the emo nites and genuine jump scare both times) also got to say catch up with mike & william ok anyways i could go on about this weekend forever but I’ll stfu. 10/10 week I can’t wait for next year (& can’t believe gabe was able to look me in the eyes and not tell me about cobra /j)

saw bleachers at aragon which is always a TREAT!!! jack antonoff I owe you my life

footballhead at empty bottle and got to catch up with sisky!!!

and last but not least, MIDTOWN IN JERSEY!!!! got to chat with heath & meet some of his family & give him a birthday present, and said hi to rob quick. went way too hard both in the crowd and in terms of drinking, especially on a thursday night at a midtown show 😭 but genuinely had the time of my life bonding with a bunch of grown men in the midtown pit <3 the videos of me from this night are horrendous but also to be cringy is to be free and I’ve never had more fun at a show and I don’t even remember midtown’s set so it was a great night LMFAO

2023 was um. far wilder than even my wildest dreams. 2024 is already um. worse. in a good way but im scared! anyways that’s it. thanks for reading (@ future me) :)

[actualbird]

the funniest thing to me about Dunk on Luke Hour of 4-04 is that artem is the one who starts it seemingly unprompted and everyone just follows suit -Marsh

// lost gold spoilers, main story 04-04

HI, MARSH :DDDDD

and kjbdfKJBJBK YEAH LMAOOOOOO. from the dialog, artem seemed to not mean it as a jab, he was just like "ah okay it is the time in the conversation to cut in with the information i have memorized because my memory is good" and he knows this factually and not in a bragging kind of way, i feel. and luke is jus a little baby once in a blue moon sometimes when he isnt the coolest in the room

but once somebody starts, whether intentionally or not, the rest must follow.

MARIUS AND VYN....good god, these two are too much.

marius immediately on the fucking offensive lol. but also like, luke, u HAVE ripped into marius SEVERAL TIMES IN THE PAST so it's only fair that marius gets to have a turn at you. i love how marius' jab is a jab specifically at luke's previous jabs where luke is like "u dont know shit haha u could do better :D" and MARIUS VON HAGEN TOOK THAT PERSONALLY. fuckin self satisfied smirk along with "hey super special agent genius, i do know my stuff as well, isnt that surprising :)." and luke out here CLENCHING HIS FIST, PISSED OFF

vyn is the funniest to me tho bc when HE does the "im smart" move, luke doesnt react with the same pissed off he did with marius. he reacts with the "okay fine :/" he did with artem. does....does luke pearce have an odd misplaced sense of respect for those older than him??? IS THAT WHATS HAPPENING HERE, LOL??

luke only goes DEAD EYED GLARE when vyn turns his "i know something" into "i know MORE actually than MR. ARTEM WING OVER HERE which is VERY IMPRESSIVE because I AM YOUNGER yet have MORE DOCTORATES." and artem is like ".....UNPROVOKED?????"

it's only then that luke looks like hes about to stab everybody in the room. everybody but mc of course, girl, ur a delight, and we're all happy youre here <3

[davidduchovnydefensesquad]

hey, i am that anon who send you about gillian fans. gotta agree with you there but no really fans always pick sides which suck ass because Gillian and David wouldn't have liked that. ALSO loved that Gillian mentioned David unprompted/unprovoked which i love

Yeah those types of fans think they’re doing what David and Gillian want which is 🤦‍♀️

And right?! I miss David’s “Gillian and I” phase cause that was fun too ☺️

[horsesandfreckles]

“I love you.”

“What?”

Jean stares at Marco, who looks back at him with his head cocked in innocent earnestconfusion, and then realises what he’s just said.

Unprompted, unprovoked, utterly thoughtlessly, that he loveshim

He loves Marco.

And he’s just told him so.

Oh god.

He hadn’t meant to say it, hadn’t even been sure what thefeeling that’s been building for long was until the words slipped from himmouth, but now he’s said it, now he’s thinking of it, he can’t believe it’staken him this long to put a name to it. Jean loves Marco, loves him like hedidn’t even know he was capable of loving, and as frightening as that feelingis, he can’t lie to Marco.

A deep breath, and then he looks Marco firmly in the eyesand this time is deliberate as he admits, “I said I love you.”

The words sound thunderous as they fall from him lips, butperhaps that just because Jean is deaf to the sound of the other cadets readyingthemselves around them as he waits for Marco to understand what he’s said.

And then, like a miracle, Marco smiles.

“I love you too, Jean,” he replies, so easily, as if theconfession was expected, welcome, normal, as if it were something they saidevery day and his returning Jean’s affection was a sure thing. “You’re my bestfriend.”

Oh.

Jean gulps.

Because of course, Marco is the type of person who’d say Ilove you in a friendly way, the words coming so much easier to him than they everhave to Jean, and Marco, who always sees the best in Jean, would think himcapable of offering the same casual affection.

“I—” a bout of brave confession is one thing, but to repeatit a third time, to explain to Marco that his feelings are not the comradelywarmth Marco is expecting, it’s almost too much. Marco’s words weren’t arejection, but to misunderstand Jean so thoroughly and so easily suggested thatthough he might be persuadable, he wasn’t predisposed to a love that was morethan friendly. Was now the time for valiant retreat?

But before he can make up his mind, the interim commander’svoice is rattling above all the cadets.

“Squads sixteen through twenty, move out!”

And as Marco turns away, ready for battle, Jean knows he can’tbe a coward.

Seized by the urge to explain, he grabs Marco’s sleeve, but,when Marco turns, his wide eyes make Jean pause.

He wants, needs, Marco to know, to understand, but ifhis words are unwelcome, if they’re shocking… Marco shouldn’t go into this fightfacing an emotional struggle as well as a physical one.

“Take care,” he says, instead, pleads, “Of yourself,”because Marco is an excellent leader but the need to look out for his squadcould be a dangerous distraction once they’re dealing with real titans and Marcowill fight better with a clear head.

“You too,” Marco says. “You’ve got this. Jean, I’ll see you soon.”

Jean nods, taking courage in his words. They’ve lasted thislong, and now they’re acting on a real plan. All he needs to do is not getdistracted by his feelings until the battle is over.

There’ll be time to tell Marco everything when the retaking of Trost is complete.

“i said i love you." JeanMarco ??

“I love you.”

“What?”

Jean stares at Marco, who looks back at him with his head cocked in innocent earnestconfusion, and then realises what he’s just said.

Unprompted, unprovoked, utterly thoughtlessly, that he loveshim

He loves Marco.

And he’s just told him so.

Oh god.

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