#p's purpose here is to get you to spend more time playing Games

[stoppingo1k]

uh oh, i'm falling into my trap of making designs i'm never intending to use and then getting too attached to them again

this version of P is considerably more suspicious and manipulative than the regular version of them. i imagine they'd be involved in some plotline consisting of them attempting to cover up the existence of the yeti for one reason or another. if they joined the epf in this universe they'd specialize in, as stated, cover-up's and misdirection to the public, AKA the gaslighter supreme.

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P - Hypothetical CPI version - Shifty snowboarder who hangs around Mt. Blizzard. Will attempt to goad the player into playing more snowboarding. - You can ask them for snowboarding advice, but the advice is often useless, ridiculous, or totally unrelated to snowboarding. - Has gotten into trouble with JPG more times than anyone can count for generally being suspicious. The fact he can't prove they're doing anything wrong drives JPG insane.

"Aw, nice effort though, kid! How about another run? C'mon."

"You know 95% of snowboarders quit before they hit the jackpot…"

Turns out wearing full white isn't a good idea for a snowboarder so they're much more colorful this time around

[fairysluna]

Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!

i get drunk on jealousy.

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤenglish is not my first language.

Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.

Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.

“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”

“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.

“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”

He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.

Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.

Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.

Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.

They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.

You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.

“You're mad?” you dared to ask.

“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.

“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”

“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”

“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”

Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”

“I- I didn't-”

“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”

“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”

“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”

Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.

“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.

You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.

“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”

Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.

You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”

His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.

“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”

He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.

Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”

“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”

You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.

“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”

Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.

Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.

The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”

You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.

He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.

That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.

“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”

Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.

“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.

“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.

The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”

“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”

A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.

“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”

“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”

Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”

“P-please, Cregan…”

“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”

Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.

“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.

“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”

As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.

“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.

“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”

Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.

“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”

“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”

Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.

“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”

You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”

“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.

“I promise,” you softly nodded.

The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.

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[hoejosatoru]

Love It When We Make Up

Pairing: Fem! reader x Gojo

Summary: You and Gojo fight and fuck to make up. Loosely inspired by Ariana Grande’s song Make up

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Not necessarily toxic, but fighting with partner. Fingering, a lil teasing, p in v sex, cream pie 

You loved you boyfriend Gojo, but he also knew how to get on your nerves like no one else. For starters, he's been taking on tons of missions that pull him away from home after he promised to spend more time with you. When he was home, he was leaving the seat up in the bathroom, eating the food you planned to bring lunch, falling asleep when you were supposed to be watching your favorite show together. The show he insisted you couldn’t watch alone because it was your “couple” show. 

Was it anything that serious? No, but all together? You were sick of it. So, fuck it, you thought, two can play at that game. You watched the finale of the show. Without him. You blasted music when he was in his office doing god knows what. You shrunk some of his shirts in the wash. It was petty, but you didn’t care.

“You did this on purpose,” Gojo accused, running his hands over his now too-tiny shirt.

“Did not,” you lied.

Gojo rolled his eyes. “You know you can’t fucking lie to me. I can sense your bullshit from a mile away.” You crossed your arms and stared him down defiantly. 

“And why would I want to shrink your shirt purposely? Hmm?” Gojo narrowed his eyes.

“Probably for some shit you made up to be mad at,” he replied. Oh hell no.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” you snapped, “You were away all last week and then you come home and act like a fucking slob.”

Gojo scoffed. “I was away last week because I was working. Which was more pleasurable than this fucking conversation.”

“You’re being a dick.”

“Yeah, well you’re being a bitch.”

“Fuck you,” you spat, “And by the way, you’re favorite character died in the finale.” You stormed up the stairs, savoring the shocked look on his face. You could hear him bounding up the steps behind you.

“You’re messing with me.”

“I thought you could tell if I was lying,” you mocked his voice, “Maybe you’re not as perfect as you think you are.” You were both being petty and ridiculous at this point. You knew all this shit didn’t matter, and that the real reason you were so upset was because you missed him. You knew his job was important and he was important, but you wanted to feel important to him too. 

Gojo sensed your energy softening, which led him to soften himself. “Maybe I’m not, but my girlfriend certainly is,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t push him away. Gojo alway got like this when you fought. He hit a point where he completely flipped and tried to butter you up

“Shut up,” you replied, though there wasn’t any conviction in it.

“Did my girl miss me while I was away? Is that it?” he questioned, his voice smug. You only rolled your eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Bet it was so hard being here without me.”

“Didn’t even notice you were gone,” you grumbled, sounding like it was the opposite.

Gojo chuckled, his hands tracing up and down your sides. “That it? All this cause you were missing me so bad?” He pressed a kiss to your throat. “What did you do when you were missing me baby? Did you touch yourself?” His hand slid between your legs, ghosting over your pussy. You let out a strangled breath.

“Maybe.”

“Hmm no wonder you’re in such a shit mood.” He pressed his thumb against your clothed clit. “Haven’t had a proper orgasm in a week.”

“Who said that?” He was right. 

Gojo took your hand in his, pressing your fingers to his lips. “We both know no one can make you cum like I can. Not even yourself.”

You couldn’t let him get too full of himself. “Right like you don’t call and complain about having to fuck your fist while you’re away. You miss me just as much.”

Gojo smirked. “Never said I didn't, sweetheart. Missed your sweet pussy so much.” He slipped his fingers into your leggings, slipping through your lips. “Oh you really missed me, huh?” He slid his finger into your dripping pussy. You opened your mouth to reply just as Gojo pressed against your g spot. He licked into your mouth as you moaned. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as he pumped his fingers inside you. His long, slender fingers able to reach spots inside you couldn’t. He was right, no one made you cum like him. “Gojo, please.” You gripped his wrist urging him to keep going.

“Gonna cum around my fingers pretty girl?” he mused, pressing on your clit with his thumb. “Go on, you need it bad.” Your head fell back against the wall, as a warm bliss spread like fire through your body. You moaned his name, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “Good girl.” Gojo held your body up as you went weak in the knees coming down from your high.

One you composed yourself, you pulled Gojo down to floor, pulling off his clothes as you're went. Gojo snorted. “We have a bed you know.” 

“Don’t care you,” you huffed, kicking off your leggings so you could straddle his lap. You took his cock in your hand, loving how heavy and hard it felt. You rubbed his tip through your lips, mixing his pre cum with your arousal. You teased the tip at your tight hole, making Gojo squirm. 

“C’mon on angel, don’t tease.” Gojo tried, and fail to mask the tension in his voice. You smirked, loving when he got a little desperate. If you weren’t so needy, you would have pushed it longer. Instead, you lined yourself up to him and sunk down on his cock. You went slow, letting you both savor every last inch. You bit your lip feeling your pussy stretch around him. 

You rolled your hips, slow and languid. Nothing in the world felt as a good as Gojo’s cock, the blunt tip hitting those spots inside you that made your pussy flutter. “Fuck, baby, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo breathed, “Missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” You ground against him faster, harder, not caring about teasing him, just wanting to cum on his cock. Gojo gripped your hips, helping to rock you body over his.

“Haa, fuck Gojo,” you gasped. Your pussy was already so sensitizer from your first orgasm that you found yourself on the edge quickly. Gojo could sense it, rubbing his thumb over your clit to finish you off. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as your second orgasm lit up your body. 

“Fuck,” Gojo moaned, his cock throbbing inside you as he filled you with his warm release. You rutted your hips a few more times before collapsing on top of him. You could feel his cum dripping out of you as you both caught your breath.

“I’m sorry I was being a dick,” Gojo said eventually, “And for being away so much. I just know that when they call me, it’s something serious. I worry that if I say no something bad could happen, something that could hurt you. I couldn’t bear that.”

Tears pricked at your eyes at Gojo’s words. It was rare for him to worry or feel afraid. You had thought he left because he didn’t care, but really he left because he cared about you so much he wanted to make sure the world was safe for you. “I’m sorry, too,” you replied, “I left my insecurities get the best of me and I was a bitch about it... And I’m sorry for spoiling the show.”

Gojo laugh, picking you up and carrying you towards your room. “Bitching I can forgive, but spoiling the show? I’m gonna need a few more rounds before I can accept that apology.” 

[blackjackkent]

Another Last Light checkin, this time with Wulbren and his gnome buddies, who also made it here safe.

"Hm? Oh, you made it. Well done."

He sounds thoroughly disinterested, which is a bit of a downer given that we kinda liked him back in Moonrise. He spends this whole conversation being kind of dismissive of Hector; now that he's back on his own feet, clearly he's feeling his confidence again.

"Any problems sailing here?"

"Steering a boat is hardly a challenge. And this place is near a beacon in the darkness."

Hector is doing his best not to get irritated by the fact that, after sharing such a dark experience as the escape from Moonrise, Wulbren is basically acting like he doesn't know him. "What will you do when you get out of here?" he asks evenly.

"I have plans in Baldur's Gate," Wulbren says, puffing out his chest. "The work of many years labor that will finally bear fruit. YOu should look for me once we're in the city. The name Wulbren Bongle will be mentioned among many, I've little doubt."

Hector's lips twitch with a flash of amusement. "You're quite confident in yourself, aren't you?" he says, tone deliberately neutral.

"If you'd accomplished half of what the Ironhand Gnomes have, you would be too," Wulbren answers sharply.

Hector raises an eyebrow. "What part do you play in the Ironhand Gnomes?"

"I am more than a part," Wulbren says, folding his arms stolidly. "I am its oil and gears. I am its purpose - its leader. We are inventors of the highest order, matched perhaps but never surpassed by the Gondians at the High House of Wonders." He pauses, scowls. "But our forebears were foolish - complicit with Sarevok's madness over a century past, and so we were banished. Still are to this day."

*record scratch* Wait, what?

It's clear at this point (based on what I've been told and also what the game is showing us) that this game ties much more directly to the plot of BG1/BG2 than I was initially aware. However, it still brings me up short every time something gets referenced, and all my senses go on alert. :P

Wulbren's ancestors worked with Sarevok. That...seems concerning.

"Sarevok?" Hector asks, because he is a smart boy and a history nerd and knows these things. "The Bhaalspawn?"

"The very same," Wulbren says bitterly. "It's the only mistake the Ironhand Gnomes ever made - and it cost us everything. I've fought tooth and nail to restore our reputation, particularly against Gondian detractors who live in glass houses. Our return to Baldur's Gate will usher in a new era for the Ironhand Gnomes. The realm deserves the benefit of our genius."

His voice has risen in pitch and energy as he speaks. It's clear that - however blunt his manner - all his passion lies in this one goal, and Hector can't help but admire his confidence.

"I'll leave you to your own devices," he says mildly.

"Appreciate it," says Wulbren curtly, and turns and walks away.

Thanks, I guess. :/

[c1nto]

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I’m over 5’5” (just under 😭😭) // I wear glasses/contacts // blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings (i took out my normal ear piercings last year because i was sick of them so i guess i have none now :0) // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (it's usually red on the underside but i last dyed it in april so it's very pale now) // have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily (i'm white) // I have freckles (i'm aussie) // I paint my nails (i used to paint them black all the time but we weren't allowed to have painted nails in cooking class so i haven't painted them since) // typically wear makeup (just eyeliner but yea (: ) // I don't often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language (if know means can fluently speak than no i only know english, but if not i took japanese in high school xx) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim (i'm aussie) // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (that's what i go to the clubs for :p) // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends (who's not bolding this one?) // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who l've known for ten years (close :/ we're going on ninth this year) // my parents are together (they shouldn't be xx) // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have had a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise (we live on the side of aus where we see the sunset over the beach so i guess i haven't purposely seen the sun rise) // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire (there was the bonfire at biology camp <3 and also there's a little bonfire at our local burger place) // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season (autumn is the most mid season but it's when my birthday is xx spring is probably my favourite because it's warm but not too warm and that's when halloween is :D)

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (i'm really bad at falling asleep spontaneously i almost never nap) // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food (we only really have texmex here which is fine i guess) // I can drive a stick shift (can't drive 😞) // I believe in true love (i think people can have multiple different types of loves and none of them are better or worse than each other - soulmate stuff is much less interesting to me because the love feels less purposeful. love a fate-less love) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // l am multiracial // l am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

>>> tags: @buckystilinski @emmathedoodlebug @sadwetcatray @neo-neos @itsmaiavil

[madeimpact]

Meta: why Subspace Lucas’s characterization sucks (kinda) and fanon Lucas sucks (a lot) and you should just play Mother 3 instead.

So, to know why subspace flopped in some areas ( and we’re just talking about Lucas here, never mind the rest of the characters ) and did well in others, you have to know the basic plotline of Mother 3. That information is on my pages and on wikis and whatnot ( cough, and in the game, cough ).

But just to briefly summarize it here for the purposes of having everyone up to speed for this meta: Lucas and company live in a utopian, low-tech village where money isn’t a thing and everyone just does things for each other just because. Lucas is the meeker between him and his brother and is branded as a crybaby by the other villagers until the tragedy with his mom and brother. Flint spends all his time looking for Claus. Pigmask army starts bringing in capitalism. Three years go by and Lucas is pretty much on his own. He decides he wants to get stronger.

He remains gentle and compassionate, but becomes much braver in those three years. This guy puts it pretty succinctly.

Fast forward a bit, and basically, because Lucas can use PK Love, and the commander in the Pigmask army can also use PK Love, both of them can pull the Needles that seal a dragon under the islands that can basically destroy everything, but will act according to the person’s heart. Basically, Lucas has to become stronger. Though he also wants to.

I won’t go into all the plot details here because that’s really not what I’m here to do. Basically, both because of the way he was after his mom’s death, and because, I mean...he was basically on his own in the three years after that, Lucas had to and wanted to be stronger. He wanted to be someone that wouldn’t have to hide behind his mom and brother.

Now, Subspace...kind of tries to take that entire arc and condense it into Lucas and Red’s portion of the storyline? With the boss fight with Porky and the confrontation with Wario being the “Lucas is the meek younger twin” part of his arc, and the climax of the fight with Galleom being the “Lucas is strong and can fend for himself” part of his arc.

Sorry for the shitty second screencap, Brawl was 2008, the cutscenes were 720p, and the camera in this part is REALLY fucking shaky.

Anyway, in that respect, Subspace does a pretty good job of conveying Lucas’s growth through his actions, considering that the cutscenes had literally no dialogue whatsoever. But the thing is...where exactly is this situated with respect to the Mother 3 timeline? The King P statue is a boss in the last chapter of Mother 3, Porky is the second to last fight in the game, Lucas already has PSI so this has to be after the timeskip...which is it? Am I reading way too deeply into the story of a beat ‘em up game that’s not even focused on story in the first place? Yeah, probably, but my point is that if you don’t already know the story of Mother 3 and know about Lucas’s character arc, it is very easy to misread his character based on Subspace alone.

I can talk about this from experience, because I also fell into the “umu shy sadboi hours” fanon trap after seeing / playing Subspace for the first time, and it wasn’t until I started actually getting into Mother and played Mother 3 that I realized, oh shit, this is actually kind of not accurate. Sure, there are still some shy, emotional elements to Lucas...

...But that’s not the only aspect of his personality.

So on one hand, I think Subspace did a good job recreating that growth in a really short storyline, if you’ve played Mother 3 and already know about said arc. I know I find myself being like “YEAH THAT’S MY SON!!!” every time he PK Thunders himself and Red out of Galleom’s hand. But on the other hand, that development can also be so subtle that it goes right over the heads of people that are unfamiliar with Mother, and leave them with the shy sadboi character archetype and not much more to go off of.

In all fairness to Smash, it’s really not a story-driven game at all, and I think Sakurai and co were on some level aware of what happened with Brawl and shifted Lucas’s characterization in each successive Smash game. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that Lucas’s Smash 4 reveal trailer is a direct nod to Ness’s role with respect to Lucas in Subspace.

If that’s the case, this could be considered character development between Smash games, i.e., Lucas got more confident after Brawl. But I dunno! Maybe just don’t characterize Lucas based on a single personality trait!

In short: Please fucking play Mother 3 I’m begging you.

[moveslikejaggeria]

i had a hyperfixation on Monopoly for a while, which means a good deal of my friends have come to me for advice on how to win. this is not uncommon as i have had Several hyperfixations on board and card games and will genuinely throw down at any time. so i have compiled my list of How to Win Monopoly based on my experiences and the documentary on professional monopoly players (which is a thing).

Step One: you wanna buy as many properties as possible. it doesn’t matter if they’re the same color or not, just buy as much as you can. it’s early game, so you can spend a good amount of money and not have to worry about losing it all (few people have properties and they’re usually low rent bc people don’t have All the properties to get the bonus rent and buy houses/hotels). here is how you lose, and believe me, it decided early game: if you land on little to no properties, you honestly might as well give up. i’m not saying it’s not possible to come back from that!! but it’s very difficult and monopoly is a Long Game to sit and suffer through. it’s just chance and luck but it’s a big part.

Step Two: there are certain properties that, if you can, you should try and acquire because people tend to land on them more and these are the Mid-Board Properties (red, yellow, orange, green. in that order, i believe). Also! railroads and the waterworks and electricity. I prefer the railroads because the chances of someone landing on one and having a high roll (if you have both) is pretty low. but if it’s all you can get, go for it. there is a HUGE debate on how worth it the dark blue properties are. i tend to find them useless, but i’m not going to deny the power and fear of landing on boardwalk with a hotel. the purpose of this is to 1) collect as much money as possible (increase your chances of someone landing on one of your properties) and 2) bulk up your stock for trading

Step Three: trading. My general advice for trading is: Don’t make deals that you would want them to make with you. i once played a game with someone who kept increasing the asking price of their property everytime someone asked. brilliant. however, you wanna get as many full sets as possible, so my next set of advice would be to avoid giving someone a full color set unless you are also receiving a full color set in return. and you should base your trades on the cost of the properties if you can (ie. if you are receiving a full set of brown properties in return for a full set of green properties, that’s not an even exchange). if you feel comfortable, add cash or a bonus property into the mix—either offering Or asking. again: your ultimate goal is to accumulate as many sets as possible while avoiding giving other people as many sets as possible

step four: GO TO JAIL. i’m not kidding. sitting in jail after you have acquired properties means you don’t land on other properties and have to pay the other players. obviously you can’t chose to go to jail, but if you do end up there, stay there as long as possible. however, and this is a big however, avoid it early game because it means you are losing out on gaining properties. the later the game you end up in jail, the better.

the game is a good mix of strategy and chance. how you manage your properties plays a big part, but ultimately what you land on and how often is up to what you roll. this means even if you do everything right, you can still end up bankrupt and feeling like you’ve wasted hours of your time.

i also want to advise that if you can, you should play with auctioning. it is a great way to to shorten the game time (and i’m talking like five hours to two) because the game then doesn’t really solely on the chance of everyone landing on a property more than once. it also means that people have a better chance at acquiring properties they want (both you and your competitors). a fun tid-bit is that there is usually one lonely property that lasts long into the game because it hasn’t been landed on or nobody wanted it. lonely property

[pinknoise789]

How to Choose the Right Microphone for Your Studio

Choose the Right Microphone for Your Studio

Hey future recording star! 🎤 Are you tired of your recordings sounding like they were made in a cave? Do you dream of having clear, professional-quality sound like your favorite YouTubers and musicians? Well, you’re in the right place! Here we are help you to Choose the Right Microphone for Your Studio. Let’s dive into the exciting world of microphones and find the perfect one for your home studio. 🌟

The Struggle is Real!

Recording at home can be super fun, but it can also be really frustrating. Here are some common problems you might be facing:

Annoying Background Noise: Ever Recorded Something Amazing Only To Hear Your Dog Barking Or Your Brother Playing Video Games In The Background?

Muffled Sound: Does Your Voice Sound Like It’s Trapped In A Box Or Coming From Far Away?

Low Volume: Are You Speaking Up, But Your Microphone Isn’t Picking Up Your Voice Clearly?

These issues can make you want to give up, but don’t worry! The right microphone can solve all these problems and make your recordings sound awesome. Let’s explore how!

The Magic of a Great Microphone

Imagine this: you plug in your new microphone, start recording, and wow! Your voice sounds clear, powerful, and free of annoying background noises. Here’s why a good microphone is a game-changer:

Crystal Clear Sound: A top-notch microphone records your voice exactly as it is. No more noises masked! Reduced Noise: Bid adieu to unwelcome background sounds. Your recordings will have a clear, polished tone. Improved Volume: You won’t need to yell to be heard clearly and loudly.

Let’s now explore how to select the ideal microphone for your requirements!

Types of Microphones

There are different types of microphones, but we’ll keep it simple and focus on two popular ones: Dynamic Microphones and Condenser Microphones.

Dynamic Microphones

Durable: These Microphones Are Tough And Can Handle Loud Sounds Without Getting Damaged.

Great For Live Performances: If You’re Planning To Rock Out In Front Of An Audience Someday, This Mic Is Your Best Friend.

Affordable: They’re Usually Less Expensive, So They’re A Good Choice If You’re On A Budget.

Condenser Microphones

High-Quality Sound: These Mics Are Super Sensitive And Can Capture All The Details Of Your Voice.

Perfect For Studio Recording: They’re Ideal For Recording Vocals, Podcasts, And Even Instruments In Your Home Studio.

More Sensitive: They Pick Up Quieter Sounds And More Detail, But They Can Also Catch More Background Noise.

Choose the Right Microphone for Your Studio

Here are some tips to help you Choose the Right Microphone for Your Studio:

Budget: Decide how much you want to spend. There are great options at every price point.

Purpose: Think about what you’ll be using the microphone for. Singing? Podcasting? Gaming? Choose a mic that suits your main activity.

Setup: Consider the space where you’ll be recording. If it’s noisy, a dynamic mic might be better. If it’s quiet, go for a condenser mic.

Top Microphone Picks

Here are some awesome microphones to get you started:

Avantone CV12 : A Legendary Dynamic Mic, Perfect For Vocals And Live Performances. It’s Super Durable And Reliable.

Avantone CK7+ : A Popular Condenser Mic That Offers Excellent Sound Quality For A Great Price. Ideal For Studio Recordings.

Apogee Hypemic : A Versatile USB Condenser Mic That’s Great For Podcasts, Streaming, And More. It’s Easy To Use And Sounds Fantastic.

Setting Up Your Microphone

Once you’ve picked the perfect microphone, it’s time to set it up! Here’s how:

Find a Quiet Spot: Choose a place in your house where you can record without too much background noise.

Use a Pop Filter: This helps reduce popping sounds when you say words with “p” or “b”.

Position Your Microphone: Place it at a good distance from your mouth (about 6-12 inches) for the best sound quality.

Test and Adjust: Do a few test recordings and adjust the microphone’s position and settings until you get the perfect sound.

Time to Shine!

Now that you know how to choose the right studio microphone, it’s time to make your move. Get ready to impress everyone with your amazing recordings. Whether you’re singing, podcasting, or gaming, the right microphone will make you sound like a pro. 🎶

So, what are you waiting for? Dive into the world of microphones and start creating awesome content today! Your future fans are waiting to hear you. 🌟

Remember, every great journey starts with a single step (or in this case, a single mic). Happy recording! 🎤

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Adrian Nova Reyes Alphabet!

Here you go @wolfanddragon98 :)

A is for Activities

What does she like to do once she finds some spare time to herself?

She does Yoga. It really helps with her stress. 

B is for Best Friend

Who is her best friend?

She considers Hannah her best friend. When Adrian’s at King’s Landing she becomes close with Helaena. 

C is for Comfort

Who or what brings her the most comfort?

When she’s spending time with her sister Julieta. 

D is for Dreams

What is the biggest dream of hers?

Finishing law school and starting her career. 

E is for Eww

What kind of dish will Adrian never force herself to eat in Westeros, because the idea of eating it just makes her sick?

She doesn’t like sausages, even back in the modern world. They literally make her gag. That’s a no for her. 

F is for Faith

What is Adrian’s faith? What does she think of all the other faiths in Westeros?

Adrian was raised as a catholic. Her parents weren’t super religious growing up but they would attend church at times. 

G is for Gifts

Does she like receiving gifts or giving gifts?

She loves giving gifts. She’s the type to go Christmas shopping months before. 

H is for Hugs

Is she the hugger type? Or does she tend to keep people at arm’s length?

She loves hugging her family. Not so much other people, even friends. Hannah knows and respects this.  

I is for Injury

How does she react when someone is injured in front of her? Does she panic or is she in the zone to help the wounded individual?

She immediately acts and tries to help. 

J is for Jokes

Is she playful or more serious?

With her family and close friends she comes off as playful but to strangers she’s more serious. 

K is for Kisses

Favorite place to be kissed?

Forehead because her mother used to give her forehead kisses as a child. 

L is for Little Ones

How does she act around children? Is she uncomfortable when in their presence or is she pretty chill?

She acts uncomfortable but soon enough she’s cracking jokes and chilling with them. She’d be sitting with them on the couch watching funny tik tok videos or playing video games. 

M is for Morning

Is she a morning person?

She has to be a morning person because of the schedule she has. 

N is for Night

Is she a night person?

She hardly goes out. It’s a miracle Hannah is able to get her out of their apartment when it doesn’t involve school, work, or her internship. 

O is for Oddity

What is one unusual quirk that she has?

Adrian likes to bend her thumbs backwards. Like she can fully bend them. She does this without thinking at times and it has freaked people out (btw this is something I can do xD)

P is for Pet Names

Does her family have any pet names for her? What about her potential significant other? Do they use any terms of endearment?

Most of her family usually just call her by her first name. Nova is only ever used by older family members. 

Q is for Questions

What is one question that she frequently asks herself or others?

Is it the weekend yet?

R is for Rhythm

Does she have a good sense of rhythm?

I’d say she does. She’s a good dancer even though she doesn’t dance as much. 

S is for Secrets

Does she have any big secrets?

No, not really. Not as big as the one her grandmother kept from her and her family. 

T is for Talking

What does she like to talk about?

Currents shows she’s watching or music she’s listening to. 

U is for Ugly

An ugly habit of hers?

She keeps everything to herself. Which doesn’t help when she’s already stressed to the max. 

V is for Value

What is something that she values above anything else in a person?

Compassion.  

W is for Warrior

How does she feel about fighting? Does she engage more in physical or verbal altercations?

She’s engaged in more verbal altercations than physical. 

X is for X-Ray

How well is she able to read other people?

It all depends on her and how she focuses on a single person. 

Y is for Yuck

A huge dealbreaker that would change her perception of a person?

Hurting a loved one....like accidents happen but to do it on purpose?? It would be hard for her to see someone the same way after that. 

Z is for Zen

What makes her feel calm?

Music. She loves listening to music. 

[owlmylove]

Just had the very distressing thought that if I ever want to have a girlfriend I'm gonna have to TALK to a girl?!?!??!?!?!?

I'd have to talk to a girl that I LIKE and HAVE A CRUSH ON?!?!? Impossible! Please help a distressed lesbian if you have any advice

okay so: in my personal experience 90% of all lesbian flirting is eyeing up fellow women to discreetly try to determine if they, too, are wlw. then you compliment each others button downs and never speak to each other again

BUT if you would like to painstakingly attempt to challenge the starfish fallacy then read on for my comprehensive guide on flirting w/ women! (credentials: i have accidentally flirted with So Many Women oh my god)

first up: start with the art of compliments! if you're too shy to tell a girl they're gorg out of nowhere, then focus on their clothing, their haircuts, their cool shoes, the patches on their denim jackets, etc. opening a convo with a compliment is one of the easiest shortcuts, as it neatly prevents you from having to come up w/ a witty rejoinder right off the bat (save those for later)

physical proximity makes it easy to do this to someone standing or sitting next to you. if, however, they're on the other side of the room/otherwise engaged, it gets trickier. if ur confident enough to walk up to a girl in a coffeeshop + compliment her, GO FOR IT. but if you're too anxious to just coldcall her, approach with a question.

you can warp the compliment to fit the question, i.e. "Hey! Sorry to interrupt [your reading], but your book looks super interesting/I've seen it around & am debating whether to buy it. Would you recommend it?" or, re: outfits/haircuts "Hey! Your ____ is super cute, can I ask where you got it [done]?" if they're a classmate/coworker, you can make it even less direct: "Hey! Do you know when we're scheduled to do ____?" (<- this one comes w/ the perk of, pending her response, immediately asking for her # to swap shifts or trade notes, which can quickly allow for inviting her to a study group/after work drinks with coworkers. speedrun!!)

once Conversation is Initiated, maintain eye contact, listen attentively to their replies, and keep smiling/smizing. if they're reticent, follow up with more questions unless you're getting fuck off vibes ("I'm trying to get more into reading lately, would you have any other reccs?" or, "I haven't found a hairstylist yet since I moved here from _____, are there any other local spots you'd recommend?")

BUT if they're returning eye contact, smiling, and keeping open body language towards you, make it a full-on convo! offer some personal details in return, don't be afraid to make (non-risky!!!!) jokes, and (if you can control when & where you're moving, i.e. not during a job or class) have a built-in exit.

even if convos are going good, it's polite (+ leaves them wanting more via scarcity principle, etc. etc.) to end a brief first-time convo after a few minutes, ideally before the energy winds down & you're left feeling awkward. "it's been so lovely meeting you! [insert name here], right? I've got to get going, but thanks for the ___!" if you wanna play the long game/are in a coffeeshop/aren't confident enough yet (no shame!) ask if she comes here regularly and say you hope to see her around sometime soon.

if you've managed to get a good enough energy going: ask if she has an insta/social media you could get for _____ purpose, i.e. letting her know if you like the book/music/media she recc'd or asking for more local spots. IF, however, you don't wanna put yourself at the whim of her generosity: give yourself a cheat code during the initial conversation.

namely; reference something you'd recommend, think she'd find funny, or can't believe she hasn't seen yet, etc. etc. then, at the end of the convo, you can naturally offer "Oh! Lemme send you that X I mentioned--do you have an insta/social?" et voila. asking for social is always less awk/direct than asking for phone numbers, AND it lets the flirtee decide whether she wants to offer that level of trust just yet

if you're not coldcall flirting a girl in public, but rather have an object of your affections at work or school: this formula works p. much the same, but on a slower scale (if you don't use my speedrun ofc) start building a rapport via compliments/questions, progress to chatting briefly whenever you see each other, and third step: say "I saw something yesterday that totally reminded me of you/I just have to send to you!! Here-do I have your insta yet?"

once you have someone's insta: continue chatting when you see them irl/replying to their stories over social, and see if you can pay close enough attention to what she likes to do. judging by the number of accidental lesbian dates i've been on, it's probably

art museum

botanical gardens, or

burlesque shows

however, hikes, used bookstores, underground shows, and grocery shopping together for a subsequent picnic also feature prominently. invite her to do whatever activity you think you'd both enjoy most (over social or irl, whichever you're comfortable with [tho irl gives you a better judge of facial expressions/body language]) and boom. if she says yes, shoot back "it's a date!" after setting the day/time, bc if she's anywhere near as clueless as i am (i'm so sorry wlw) they may honestly think you're still just friends.

if, over the course of your irl convos or DMs, you have the chance to casually mention your sexuality (patches, pride is coming up, mention "my teenage crush/my ex-girlfriend") and ask for hers, go for it. if you can be direct: ask directly. it will save you time, trouble, and mild heartbreak. but if you suffer from the conflict avoidance that plagues lo so many of us: just lean into the subtext.

offer your celebrity crushes and ask what hers are. mention an ex (BRIEFLY, in connection to another topic entirely [she recc'd this cool band to me!] and always in a positive context). wear birkenstocks or docs and say Portrait of a Lady on Fire is the best film of all time, say you listen to girl in red or w/e those charming youths do. just lay the foundation in barely-subtext and keep an eye on her responses, while accepting the risk of wooing what may or may not be a fellow wlw

once you are, in point of fact, ON the date: standard rules and rates apply. relax! be urself!! enjoy spending time with a cool person, regardless of what may or may not come of it!!!! if she seems into it lean into physical proximity, do the whole Tarzan hand-comparison wlw are addicted to, offer to feed her bites of food or swap sips of each other's drinks, and casually set intentions for future plans ("I've never heard of X cafe--we'll have to do that next time!" or, the infamous buy-her-smth-secretly and then offer "You can get mine next time c:")

again, the most important thing is to be sincere. it's good not to place too many expectations on the other person, but don't force yourself to be overly "chill" if you are not, in point of fact, a chill person. dating is always a process of getting to know one another, and it's important to be polite but pls don't feel like you have to follow a script or be someone you're not. just be you babe: you're already plenty lovable. godspeed + good luck!!<33

[showf4lls]

⎼ FLUFF ALPHABET [P, R]; MULTIPLE

genre !! fluff, drabbles?, headcanons?

cw !! none

includes !! quackity, sapnap

check out the event here!

P - Patience [how easily do they get angry?]

QUACKITY; he definitely gets frustrated really easily, and he pretends to be angry for bits and lore a lot, but it would definitely take a lot to truly make him angry. he dials his emotions up and exaggerates a lot for streams and probably when he’s bored, but in reality he spends a lot of time thinking about the way he reacts to things. especially being a law student, he’s had a lot of practice in not being very emotional, in emotionally separating himself from situations, and in controlling and analyzing his feelings. plus, he seems to not take things very personally. he’s always playing off things or brushing them off as something he doesn’t need to worry about. it would have to be a really intense situation or something close to a personal attack to make him truly angry.

SAPNAP; this guy is definitely quick to anger. we see it in his streams and we see it in his youtube videos, he is very emotional. he gets butthurt a lot, he’s super easily frustrated, and he doesn’t seem like he has a whole lot of practice in controlling his reactions. 100% sap is led by emotion, meaning that there is a huge chance that he has a very short fuse. we saw it with the smajor situation in mcc 14; sapnap get angry very easliy and doesn’t seem to like keeping his rage to himself.

R - Romantic [how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?]

QUACKITY; Q is romantic in a casual way. in a making sure you have a coat if you go out and it’s cold or giving you his own sweater if you’re chilly kind of way. in a bringing home your favorite snacks if you’re stressed kind of way. in a making you your favorite dinner when you’re having a bad day kind of way. in a ramble about nothing until you fall asleep kind of way. in a follow you to the kitchen when you wake up hungry in the middle of the night kind of way. in a stay up with you all night to make sure you get your homework done kind of way. in a no leaving the house without a forehead kiss kind of way.

he really prefers home dates, that way he gets to make sure your plans carry through and he gets to control how everything goes. he doesn’t like going out too much because then he would have to take into account other people or what if your plans fall through or worry about what you should wear and god knows what else. at home you guys don’t have to worry about being too loud or doing something dumb or worrying about the food being bad or whatnot. it would also be much more chill - you’d watch movies together or work together to cook a new recipe for dinner, maybe even play board games together. just something comfy and cozy and private.

SAPNAP; a very romantic boy, and a huge tryhard with the cliche romantic stuff. he’s more romantic when he’s not trying to be than otherwise; when he purposely tries to do romantic stuff, it comes off as really cringey. he’s romantic in the ways that he communicates his feelings to you without even thinking about it. like when you watch movies together and he sits there and holds your hand [he doesn’t put his arm around your shoulders because he gets stiff, and he not super cuddly because he thinks he’s too squirmy and he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to keep readjusting because of him], and then he’ll randomly bring your hand up to your lips and kiss it without even looking away from the screen. like when he’s affectionate with you without trying to be. in the way he holds onto you when you’re in crowds or in the store or crossing the street. like when he insists that you wear his clothes because “they’re cozier” and so that you don’t have to do so much laundry. in the way that he’ll postmates your favorite food if he gets even an inkling that you’re down. like when he sits outside of the bathroom with the door cracked open while you shower so he can talk to you while he scrolls through his socials.

between home dates and going out, sapnap has no preference. he likes home dates because he won’t get recognized by fans and you’ll be able to spend time together and just be comfy and hang out together - just enjoy time with one another, ya know? but he likes taking you out for a few reasons. he likes being able to show you off - very much one of those look at this person i’m dating, look at how amazing they are guys. another part of it is that it’s way less work for him; no setup and no take down, just show up and fork over some money so you guys can have a nice night out. he does like planning surprise home dates for you! but after a few times of that going not exactly as he’s planned, he tries to stick to taking you out more often than not.

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi lovely! Only if you are still doing them, but could I please request a NSFW alphabet for Madara Uchiha? 😊 thank you!

Madara Uchiha x Fem!Reader NSFW Alphabet

(Smutty goodness under the cut)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Madara can be a bit distant after sex. If things got particularly rough (and they usually do) he’ll tell you how good you were for him. After that, he kind of likes to be loved on a bit. 

Sex can be a very vulnerable act, and Madara can get a little overwhelmed because he’s not someone who is used to feeling vulnerable. Just let him lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair and listen to him talk quietly about what’s going through his mind.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His eyes of course. They’re powerful and he can use them to memorize every inch of you. Not to mention they heighten his experience because he becomes so much more aware of your movements and reactions. 

On his partner, it’s probably a tie between the hips and hands. He loves gripping onto your hips and guiding you against him. He also really just enjoys feeling your hands all over him whether your touches are gentle or rougher. He can’t choose, and honestly, he wouldn’t entertain such a silly topic even if you asked. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Madara definitely wants to cum inside you. This stems from the fact that he’s got a super strong breeding kink. He’s a little bit obsessed with filling you with his seed then staying inside of you to make sure none of it drips out. If a single drop spills out he’ll be like, “So wasteful. Looks like we have to start again.” 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have a threesome with you and Hashirama really badly. Once he’s super comfortable, he may mention it to you. If you’re not into it, he would never force you to do it. It’s just something he’d be really curious about, and maybe even consider a polyamorous relationship. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s definitely got some experience. Mostly super casual and not exactly intimate. A one-night stand or quickie here and there. He’s learned a bit about what to do to please a partner, but in the past, he hasn’t actually cared much. Once he’s committed, he’ll have to learn how to be intimate. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In general, he prefers positions where he’s dominant. Even if you’re on top he’s gonna be holding onto you and taking charge. Doggy style might be his favorite. He’ll have one hand on your hips guiding you on his cock while the other hand is buried in your hair. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Madara doesn’t have much of a sense of humor. Sometimes you might find him amusing because he can be a little bratty if things aren’t going his way, but he wouldn’t be funny on purpose. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Madara isn’t super hairy. He has a dark line of hair leading into his pants to a nicely groomed patch of dark hair. He is very prideful about his appearance. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Madara can be a mixed bag when it comes to intimacy. He can be a little distant at times, especially when the relationship is new. Just holding you down and pounding into you without much affection attached. 

However, he does become more intimate once his feelings for you grow. In fact, he becomes downright passionate once he realizes he loves you. He’ll cling onto you and press kisses (and bites) to every inch of your skin. He’ll also become more vocal with praising you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Madara doesn’t masturbate very much. He has a lot of self-control, and would rather just wait until he can actually just have a proper fuck. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink is his absolute number one kink. Nothing turns him on more than fucking you and telling you how he’s going to fill you up with all of his cum. He’s also big into dominating you. Spanking, degradation, blindfolds, and bondage all come into play here. Overstimulation and edging both are things Madara is super into, and they often will come into play in tandem. He’ll edge you for ages until you’re begging him to let you cum. Then he’ll overstimulate you until you’re crying. 

Madara will sprinkle some praise in there as well to remind you that no matter how much he talks shit during sex, he does really love you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is his favorite place because he can really take his time with you. He’s not always that picky though. Sometimes if you’re both out and about and you start being bratty, he’s not above dragging you into the nearest alleyway and teaching you a lesson. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re being kind of a brat, he wants to teach you a lesson. If you wear a cute little outfit in front of other people and he notices others looking at you, he’ll definitely want to remind you who you belong to. The thought of having kids with you gets him going pretty easily too. 

Deep down, Madara is kind of touch starved as fuck. If you show him any kind of affection, he will absolutely be weak. He won’t admit it, of course. The softer the affection the more it turns him on. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a lot that Madara wouldn’t do. Just like everyone, he has his limits. He wouldn’t be into ageplay, scat, or piss. He might get turned on by a bit of pain and seeing you cry when he’s overstimulating you, but he would never want to actually harm you in any way. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t actually have much of a preference. He enjoys both equally for different reasons. You having your mouth wrapped around his cock while he guides you and fucks your face is amazing. 

However, he also loves going down on you. He’s very good at it and can have you tinkering on the edge of climax in minutes. He loves the control he has over you in that moment. The way you tug on his hair and beg him to let you cum. He could stay between your thighs like that for hours. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can switch the pace up pretty easily. It just depends on his mood. Sometimes he wants to be rough with you and have you begging for him to give you a break. Other times he just wants to take his time to kiss you all over and fuck you slowly. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s very open to quickies, and it is a pretty common occurrence in your relationship. When Madara wants you, he wants you as soon as possible and wherever you can find privacy. He’s not picky about that. 

Especially if he gets jealous. He has to have you as soon as possible to remind you (and kind of himself) that you’re his.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is absolutely game to experiment and take risks. (Especially if that risk could involve getting caught by Hashirama and him maybe joining.)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last as long as he wants. Madara is very good with edging himself and has a lot of self-control during sex. He is able to go at least three rounds if he wants. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cuffs, ropes, blindfolds. Maybe a gag, but he won’t use it much because he likes hearing you beg. Maybe if you’re being too mouthy. 

He’d much rather be the one using them, but if you play your cards right you might be able to finesse your way into using them on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Madara is the biggest fucking tease in the whole world. He just loves hearing you beg and the more desperate you are (especially if you cry) the more he enjoys it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is pretty loud. Letting his moans of pleasure come out without much regard for if anyone might hear him. He also talks a lot during sex, and the things he’ll say will be inconsistent. One moment he’s telling you what a desperate little slut you are and then the next thing that falls out of his mouth is that you’re a good girl taking his cock so well. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Madara really just loves boobs a lot. After sex he’ll often want to snuggle up against you and put his head on your chest. During foreplay, he’ll spend a lot of time kissing and massaging them. He’ll tease your nipples with his mouth. He just really loves boobs, and he doesn’t even care about the size. Big tits, small tits, tits somewhere in between. They’re all good to Madara. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Madara has a pretty big cock. Around 8 ½ inches and super thick. If you’re not super experienced beforehand, he’ll definitely have to ease it into you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Madara has a super high sex drive, especially when things get serious enough for the possibility of having kids to come into the mix. He’s a little prideful, so he won’t admit how often he yearns for you. But he definitely does. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t tend to fall asleep super easily after sex. In general, he doesn’t sleep much. So he’ll probably lay beside you for a long time just listening to you breathe or the two of you talking nonsense until you fall asleep.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

[360iris]

NSFW Alphabets: Sirius Black (Poly!Marauders Edition)

In which Sirius is in a polyamorous relationship with James, Remus, yourself and Lily.

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the type that almost immediately launches into your specific after-sex routine. He’ll leave the holding and kissing part to the others while he gets warm rags and a pitcher of water.

Makes sure you’re all cleaned up and having a clean set of sleeping clothes on; might even fix your hair so it’s not all over your head depending on how crazy the night was.

Very much the quietly caring type.

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite aspect of himself is his hair, he devotes so much time, money and care into keeping it soft and long. He loves when you or the others play in it (despite how many times he might grumble, it’s an act). Not to mention when he’s giving oral and you pull at his roots? He’ll work even harder to please you.

His favorite aspect of you are your hands. He loves that you’re almost all hands, always subconsciously grabbing for him; it makes him feel wanted, needed even. Enjoys when your hands are in his hair, holding his own, or mischievously drifting over his thighs.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves seeing you swallow, there’s just something hot about it that gets him going? He also gets a kick out of coming on your chest, thighs or butt? It’s probably a marking territory type of thing.

D - Dirty Secret

Extreme throat fucking is probably his favorite way to get off. Forcing himself down your throat until your lips are touching his base and then holding you there by the hair at the base of your neck until you’re crying from the strain? Most definitely his thing.

When he has to pull out for a second to let you cough and try to catch your breath, he’d 100% spend the time degrading you.

“It wasn’t even that long, stop you sniveling and get back over here. Didn’t you say you wanted to be good for me?”

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very! Probably the most experienced out of all the Marauders.

The man is downright gorgeous, with the darkest onyx locks that fall past his shoulders; not to mention a tongue and wit that’s sharper than a sword. Interested partners flocked to him and he got plenty of physical use out of those encounters, but he never paid mind to them emotionally. His heart was set on particular group of dummies.

He knows what he’s doing and knows how to pinpoint what you like by watching your reactions. He’s very adaptable and changes his approach around your needs. A very sexually intelligent and intuitive partner.

F - Favorite Position

Doggy style for when you’re being punished, it’s a way to distance the intimacy and focus on the act. Also allows for easy spankings.

The Ballet Dancer and the Upstanding Citizen are his usual go-to positions bc they allow for face-to-face interaction.

He loves getting to see your reactions during sex, not only does it allow him to gauge how to best please you, but also gives him a sense of satisfaction to see you come undone up close.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?)

His during sex humor is usually derived from him degrading you. He’ll laugh at you for how whiny and needy you’re being or for how quickly you came. He enjoys being a sarcastic asshole.

H - Hot Spots (A place that drives them crazy when touched)

Massaging his scalp really gets him going regardless of if he’d directly admit it or not. The second your fingers begin caressing gentle circles in his hair, he’s melting into a puddle. Very puppy of him to be honest.

Rubbing the back of his ears probably gets him too, I have a feeling they’re quite sensitive to touch.

I - Intimacy (How are they in the moment, romantically?)

His intimacy is very serious, all lingering steely stares, face-to-face closeness and caressing of your hips. His love is quietly passionate and searing.

Because of his childhood and being disowned at sixteen, he’s been very weary of caring about others. He had Remus and James and that was enough for him. He could love them freely and know it wouldn’t burn him.

With you however, he couldn’t begin to control his love. The way you seemed to understand who he was at his core. The way he could love you no matter the weather or the consequences. The way your opinion of him never swayed, even when he was hurting the most.

His love for you is the unsung and unspoken kind, no need for the words because you can feel his adoration through his actions. Through his unwavering stares and tender caresses.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’s not obsessed with it, but if he’s feeling particularly overstimulated in the mornings or after a Quidditch match, he just might stroke himself in the showers. He could also be into the idea of mutual masturbation.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Impact play + sadism

He enjoys seeing the aftermath of sex. The bruises on your thighs, love-bites on your neck and the lingering redness on your butt.

Corruption kink

Remus was the first partner you’d had before he’d introduced you to his friends. Sirius loved seeing how they slowly trained you into becoming more confident and sexually aware.

Degradation

The process of getting you to point where all your inhibitions are abandoned and the only thing you can even think of wanting is him, thrills him like no other. All shame, embarrassment or guilt gone.

Voyeurism

Whether it’s in an abandoned classroom, the library or an empty hallway, he loves the anticipation; the paranoia and pleasure in your eyes.

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere but his favorite has to be abandoned classrooms. Your button-up wrinkled, skirt hiked up and figure bent over a desk. What can be better than that?

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

His love for you motivates him like no other. The need to see you under him with watery eyes and puffy lips begging him to do something, anything.

N - No (Something they won’t do, turn offs)

Big no to bodily fluids that aren’t spit. Doesn’t do CNC, he wants his partners to be eager and willing so even the act of genuinely not wanting it turns him off.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He’s fine with either because they give him a different sense of pleasure. He’s very observant so once he’s assessed what pleases you the most, he leans into that hard until you’re shaking.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Slow but impacting, allowing you both to savor the way he slides into you. The pain of the stretch but also the pleasure of the veins and ridges of his length.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

He’s definitely not the type to say no to a quickie unless he’s intentionally playing a long game. Usually he has no problem pulling you away from to group to fuck in a random broom closet.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks, etc?)

He’s all for trying new positions or fucking in different locations. By no means is he vanilla.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Three rounds at most on a good day! He could probably last an hour or two, with foreplay and all.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)

He has dildo for himself when he wants to masturbate or for when he lets you peg him. The rest of the toys are for the sole purpose of overstimulation either you or himself.

U - Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

A teaser one hundred percent! The power edging gives him over you is intoxicating. Denying you release until you’re sobbing makes him overly giddy. Definitely the time when he’s smiling the widest.

V - Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Grunts, curses and sighs are the most you can get from him regularly. Introducing vibrators can easily change that however.

W - Wild Card (Random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s secretly into pet play? Loves reminding you that bunnies don’t make noise. You can bet on pastel collars, lingerie and tail butt plugs (if you’re into of course.)

X - X-Ray (What’s going on under those clothes)

A very lean torso, he’s not insanely built but definitely has firm muscles. Very nice abs from all those years of obsessively playing Quidditch.

His penis is about 6-7 inches hard, a few veins along the length of it with a protruding, pink tip.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average, he’s not always thinking about sex but he’d never turn down an advance from you or the others. I’d say a healthy amount.

Z - ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Pretty quickly? He’s not one to stay up chatting so I’d drift off after making sure you’re all comfy and properly taken care of.

[ushiwakatrash]

Calling them by their names (Bakusquad)

A/N: I love this trend on tiktok where you call your lover by their real names instead of endearments! I think it’s really cute and sweet uwu 

!Warnings!: Cursing

Dekusquad

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Bakugou Katsuki 爆豪 勝己

You’re both in the kitchen whipping up some lunch since it’s a weekend and most people at the dorms have gone home to visit their families. 

Man’s chopping up some vegetables like the pro he is, minding his own business. Is it really possible to not annoy your precious boyfriend even just for a day? NO.

“Hey Bakugou, could you pass me the salt, please?” His ears perk up at the way you called him but just lets out a low grumble as a reply, and did what you asked anyway. Seeing how it riled him up made you want to tease him more.

“Sorry, but could you also pass me the pepper grinder, Bakugou?” He picked up the item and slammed it just a few centimeters from your hand.

“Okay what the fuck is your problem?!” You turn to him with the most innocent look on your face. “Huh? What did I do?” 

“Oh you know what you fucking did! Really, (Y/N)?! WHAT HAPPENED TO BABY OR KATSU OR I DONT FUCKING KNOW, DADDY?!” 

At this point, you were on the floor laughing your guts out at a fuming, very pissed off blonde. “You’re so cute, Katsuki. Let’s finish this shit so I can give you tons of kisses” You go up to him and kiss him a little, but it becomes slightly heated until something starts to actually smell burnt.

“Shit babe, our food!”

Kirishima Eijirou 切島 鋭児郎

Class 1-A is in the middle of their post training stretches and helping you bend your body is none other that your boyfriend Eijirou, because helping your lover has got to be one of the manliest things ever.

Since it was known that you we’re the red head’s significant other, teachers would sometimes ask you to pass things on to Kirishima for them. Now, you seldom tease your soft boyfriend but let’s just say you got bored.

“Hey Kirishima, Aizawa-sensei wanted to see you after class. I think it’s about your work studies with Fat Gum”

Kiri just stood there, with wide eyes that slowly drooped down. “P-Pebble, I know we won’t see each other for a while but please understand that I have to do this” 

With your most confused expression, you hit him with a loud “HUH?!” and he just continues to blabber and defend himself. “Look baby, If you think I’ll look at anyone else, then you are absolutely wrong. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you, you know that!”

“Wait waIT WAIT! What is going on here?” the boy just looked at you with his sad puppy eyes, almost on the verge of tears. “But you’re mad at me, pebble. I’m sorry if I made you upset.”

He wraps his buff arms around you and kisses your forehead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not even mad at you” “But you called me Kirishima!”

“Isn’t that your name?!” “Now that we’re together, it isn’t!”

You squeeze his cheeks and pepper his face with soft light kisses. He calms down and giggles at the touch of your lips.

“Hurry up and go to Dadzawa, I’ll wait for you so we can watch movies and cuddle”

Kirishima had never sprinted so fast in his entire life.

Kaminari Denki 上鳴電気

Another chill night with your crackhead boyfriend, just fooling around playing video games.

You were a sore loser and Denki KNOWS this. He doesn’t give a fuck though, he would never lose a game on purpose for your pretty ass.

Biting on your lip, it was the last lap of the race and you were neck and neck. Mario Kart was your go to game but the wins would always favor your boyfriend.

Just when you were about to pass him, the sneaky bitch threw a banana peel and being so engrossed in winning, you had not seen it coming.

“IN YOUR FACE, LOSER! YOU DO THE DISHES AGAIN TOMORROW!” He laughs at your face and teases you about his glorious win.

“You’re a fucking prick, Kaminari!” Denki dramatically drops the controller and exaggeratedly gasps.

“WOW. I though we were past that? Seems like I was wrong (L/N)!” He spits his words with poison and rolls his eyes.

“I was so close to winning, and you had to pull that shit off! Thanks for nothing, Kaminari!” He squints as he eyes you, giving of the ‘oh you did it again’ look.

He huffs, a big pout now present on his face. “Okay be like that (L/N) don’t expect any lovin’ tonight”

How could you even resist such a cute yet hot man? You scoot close to him and wriggle your way in his arms while burying your face in his neck.

“Don’t be like that babe, I was just joking! You’re still a goddamn prick though” you just mumbled the last part to save yourself from anymore trouble.

He smirked at this and for the second time tonight, he won yet again. “That’s more like it.”

Sero Hanta 瀬呂範太

Humming a soft upbeat tune on his hammock while you watched movies on his bed was one way the both of you would spend your day offs together.

“Sero, you have to come here and see this part!” The sound of his name made him sweat a little. Quite nervous, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Hurry up, Sero! It gets good from here!”

He spun his head too fast in panic that his body followed suit, resulting in the hammock turning a full 180 upside down.

“ACK!!” “Holy shit are you okay?!”

He rubbed his back that hit the floor and let out a nervous chuckle. “Am I in trouble, sweetheart?”

Since he always teased you, a little payback wouldn’t hurt. “Why would you say that? Is there something i need to know?”

Sero raised his hands in surrender “Okay, okay! I give! I’m sorry I ate your last pudding. I wanted to eat something sweet last night!”

You didn’t know what to feel after hearing the confession. A part of you wanted to laugh at how you caught him but mostly your blood started to boil at the pudding thief.

“.. you WHAT?!” “Isn’t it what this is about?”

Your eye twitched in anger “I just saw this shit on tiktok and wanted to see what you would do. But damn, looks like I’ve caught a criminal”

You both locked eyes before he sprinted past you going straight for the door. Before he didn’t think his quirk was great but now, he would suck God’s toes in thanks for giving him his saving grace.

“You motherfucker, GET BACK HERE!”

[heyitsjay03]

Headcanons about each of the lords (+the Duke if you're writing about him) if they ever happen to adopt a little child?

THANK YOU ANON MY THE UNIVERSE BLESS YOU WITH PILLOWS THAT ARE COLD ON BOTH SIDES

okay okay okay okay this has definitely been on my mind so lets get into the thick of it

Alcina Dimitrescu

(im starting off with alcina for obvious reasons)

Alcina would be on the way to the church with the slimy moron, the demented doll, that disgusting manthing and Mother Miranda

She'd kiss her daughters goodbye and head off through the snow, quietly muttering about how cold her ankles were

while Moreau is literally up to his chin in snow but its fine

as she gets closer to the church she keeps hearing this. thing. it sounded familiar but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.

she strays from the path to find it because it was just so familiar

as she weaves her way through the snow, her dress gets caught on something. she leans down to get her dress unstuck when she realises its this tiny basket.

like seriously. just a little woven basket in the middle of the snow. and it doesn't look like its been there for that long- there's hardly any snow on it

when she tugs at her skirts again, the basket makes the same noise she's been hearing

she stands back up to her full height, staring down at the basket with narrowed eyes

this cannot be a good idea, can it? opening a strange basket in the woods after being lured out here. it's probably some village manthing's trap.

she's about to step away when she hears the sound again- much more intense and much more clear

Alcina leans down and opens the lid of the basket

inside is this tiny thing- all soft and warm in a padding of blankets

a baby

she stands and looks around

who on earth would be so moronic as to leave their baby in the snow? it's much too cold for a baby to survive-

oh

she sighs, getting onto her knees to pull the baby from the blanketed basket

the meeting will have to wait. it's too cold even in the church for this tiny thing.

when she finally makes it back home, she's greeted by her daughters in a swarm of buzzing flies.

as they manifest in their true forms, they're asking what- or who, rather- their mother brought for dinner

Alcina smiles and shakes her head, unwrapping the small bundle clinging to her breast

"this... is your new sibling" she announces, "they'll be staying with us from now on."

and the sisters are ecstatic. a new sibling!

Daniela especially is happy that she is no longer the youngest. she usually is the one to parade around the castle with her sibling on her shoulders, showing them the coolest hiding spots for hide-n-seek and the windows with the best views

Bela is incredibly protective. like. incredibly.

she smelt blood from across the castle and when she found her little sibling sniffling about a skinned knee earned from a game of tag with Angie, she lost her shit and almost broke the damned thing with her sickle

And Cassandra has been caught reading bedtime stories by nightlight multiple times. she tries to play it off but everyone knows that she loves- absolutely adores- her newest sibling

we all know Alcina is such a wonderful mother to the girls so adding another baby to the mix was a guaranteed success

she's so doting and careful (a little overprotective at times but she means well) as she is with her girls

as the child grows into a teen, she panics a bit because "my beautiful baby is growing into such a beautiful, talented adult" so expect a lot of late night visits when she just sits on the edge of her bed and just admires how much you've grown

Salvatore Moreau:

now this one is an easy one too if i'm 100% honest

think Moses type beat

(if you don't know, Moses was found in the riverbank in a little basket)

apparently i really like baskets

anyways

Moreau was so out of his element when he found this tiny, screaming, writhing piece of soft flesh

the first few weeks were rough

but he eventually got the hang of it (with Alcina's help of course)

he would take his child fishing every now and then- just the two of them out on a boat for a few hours

the kid would literally swim more than walk and that little fact would make Moreau so freakin proud

also this kid would be so well-versed in movie and film history it's stupid

like expect this little 4 or 5 year old babbling not about toys or snow or how many sticks they found but instead about the copyright war over the film Nosferatu and the destruction of its copies

Moreau, as the child gets older (like 11 or 12) would have just a tad of trouble trying to keep the kid out of the village

he'd wake up one day and go out onto the lake, expecting his child to be swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water

and when he finds that they were not, in fact, swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water, he p a n i c s

i mean, full blown red alert

all of the lords are summoned to help Moreau look for his missing kid, the lycans are given an article of clothing to help find the scent, Mother Miranda goes to search the village herself- the whole shebang

and when the kid is found playing with the village children, Moreau bursts into tears

needless to say, the kid isn't allowed to go to the village anymore

until they're fifty (Moreau's words, of course)

but the kid sneaks off more and more as they get older, using Alcina or Donna or Karl as an excuse to be away

and Moreau knows but he never says a word

seeing his child happy and free with the kids their age makes him happy, even if he is a tad, a tad, a tad bit nervous

Donna Beneviento:

when Donna found this child huddled up against the base of the stairs leading up to her front door, she at first thought it was a doll of hers

it was only when she actually walked outside that she realised it was this shaking, shriveled child in tattered clothes

she spent a good five minutes just staring, wondering how on earth she's supposed to react

that's when Angie jumped in and pulled at her skirt, telling her to "let the kid inside, already!"

Donna went immediately to work on some clothes- why on earth were they wearing such ragged things?! it's freezing outside!- while Angie entertained in the parlour

honestly, it didn't go well

the kid was a little bit unsettled by the floating doll that moved and spoke on its own FOR GOOD REASON

and when Donna walked back in with her measurement tape and some fabric, the kid backed themselves into a corner of the room with their gangly legs tucked into their chest

Angie sighs from the opposite side of the room, letting her little feet fidget as she gestures to the kid. "they're no fun" she pouts, "wouldn't even let me know their name"

Donna puts her materials down slowly and lifts her veil back before attempting a small smile

it takes a while but upon the offer of food, the kid finally lets Donna make them some clothes while Angie makes conversation

she works in silence, only offering small awkward smiles

Angie finally brings up the topic of where their parents are when the kid's clothes are done

when the child goes silent, Donna nods in understanding before hurrying off to make a room for them

as Angie helped tug the blankets up to the child's ears, they promised they'd be gone in the morning

Angie was the one to tell them off.

"You'll stay as long as you need, you silly goose!"

and the child did

Donna would let them tag along for meetings so long as they promised to keep quiet and help keep Angie out of trouble

most of the time, it didn't work and they both would end up in trouble but Donna let them come nonetheless

and when the other Lords question where on earth this little kid came from- all dressed in black fabric that matched Donna's dress, she just shook her head and let Angie chase them off verbally

she'd spend literal HOURS locked in that workshop making new little friends for her child and when they were old enough, she'd let them into the workshop

and when they were even older, she'd walk them through making their very first doll on their own

she'd just watch with pride as they carefully painted the freckles with a shaky hand while Angie danced around their ankles singing of how excited she was to have another friend

The Duke:

he would be setting up shop near the base of the Dimitrescu castle when he catches a kid trying to steal some his wares

he wouldn't be terribly upset, more concerned

it wasn't something shiny or expensive that they were trying to steal

it was some of the steaming-hot food he had left to cool in the wintry air

he confronted the child gently and with a warm smile

"That's cordon bleu," he says, gesturing to the steaming plate. "I can make you some if you'd like"

and as the child eats, the Duke continues tidying up his shop for any future customers

the child, through a mouthful of food, points to different items and asks their purpose, their price, their possible enhancements

the Duke answers each question with patience, happy for the company

but he doesn't just let the questions go one-way

"How about a trade?" he asks as the child asks about the strange-looking bottle of green liquid. "An answer for an answer."

the child agrees and the Duke starts to peel back layers of why the child was here looking for food

they had been orphaned by the last lycan attack, only barely making it out by fleeing into the woods

they tried to forage off of berry bushes and successfully managed to kill a pig- only for the blood to attract lycans before they could properly eat it

the Duke nods and continues busying himself with his shop, feeding the horse that pulls the wagon

the thought had hit him when he watched the child petting his horse

that horse hated everyone. including him at times.

maybe...

when he offered to take the child in, the kid nearly burst into tears and thanked him repeatedly, swearing to earn their keep

and they did, seven times over

what started off as a purely business venture morphed into something more as time went on

when the child would come back from selling smaller household items like gasoline and the occasional package of bullets, the Duke would have them climb onto the roof of the wagon and watch the sun set together with a plate of food

speaking of which, like Moreau, the Duke would raise the most cultured child

this kid would know how to prepare and identify different dishes and their ingredients just by looking at them or smelling them

and their palate would be far more sophisticated than most adults

the Duke, as the child gets older, would eventually allow them to choose destinations to set up shop- even outside of the village

wherever his child wants, the shop would go

it allows them to see the world and its earthly wares together- something the Duke had lacked in his life before the child was brought into the picture

Karl Heisenberg:

listen to me very very carefully

this man would be the most chaotic father ever to walk this earthly realm

when he finds this kid in the elevator of his factory, he's kinda standing there like 🧍 "what the hell-"

and when the kid starts spamming the button while maintaining eye contact, he kinda snaps out of it and starts chasing after them as they drop down to a different floor

it goes on for a solid twenty minutes before he finally managed to track them down in the corner of his office

and when i say this man is confused, i freaking mean it

i mean

why the HELL would some random kid be in his factory? don't they like... play with ponies or something at this age?

to be fair, this man literally has never been allowed a childhood so

obviously he starts scolding the kid ("what the hell are you doin' in here? it's dangerous and there's some really freaky shit here, kid"), dragging them to a nearby sink because "holy shit kid, you're filthy"

the kid is silent essentially the whole time, just kinda staring into his eyes

and of course Karl's gonna be like "...the fuck're you doin'?"

the kid's face is cleaned off and Karl sends them back out towards the village with a scratchy blanket he pulled out of the bottom of his desk drawer

he's working on his 'equipment' one day when he starts reaching for a wrench, keeping his focus on the body on the table

when i say this man jumps skyhigh at the kid asking a question, i mean it

he drags the kid back out, yelling about how dangerous it is and how "you shouldn't do that! you're gonna get yourself killed! go back home!"

the kid doesn't listen

it becomes a regular thing- Karl finds the kid wandering around the factory, Karl brings the kid out of danger, Karl tells them to get lost

eventually (day thirteen of this) he asks why the child keeps coming back

and he hates the answer he gets

it was something along the lines of "it's warm and there's nowhere else for me to go"

so Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them stay

it's a lot of rules at first (a kid shouldn't be allowed to just wander around a bunch of mindless cyborg killers, let alone a factory) but eventually the child learns to mind Sturm and the others

doesn't mean Karl does not have a fullblown heart attack when he walks into his workspace to find the kid tracing their finger along the center of the battery for the Soldats

after a very long talk (and some deep breathing) Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them sit against the very far wall to watch him work on the machinery- not, under any circumstances, the actual bodies

as the child blossoms into a young adult, they start to help out with certain aspects of Karl's work

exclusively machinery because Karl could not physically handle having his kid watch him get elbow-deep into a corpse

and Karl is so freaking proud of it

when the Soldat is kicked to life, he's got his kid in his arms and cackling like the proud dad he is

yeah. paternal Heisenberg>>>

[apathycares]

Scared and Alone: Part 2

Hello! This is the long awaited continuation of Bakugou’s mom taking in a mute and homeless teen ask (here!). I’m pretty sure y’all forgot about it considering I wrote it two years ago, but uh...actually I’m sorry bye.

※ Warnings: Swearing (Bakugou family lol)

※ Characters: Short appearances from the Bakugou family, a lil implied Bakugou x Reader

He still hates you

You were still living in his house, and his parents were still adamant on you staying - the Bakugous even bought you a little white board so you could communicate with them 

Precluding him, of course

For some reason, he was always expressing his anger at the situation. Katsuki keeps telling his parents you should be thrown out before they get sued by your folks, demands to know where you came from and why you couldn’t talk.

You’d run away when he starts his usual bombarding

He’d chase you

His mom would destroy him

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be around him. On the contrary, you didn’t feel too happy about being a burden on them, but the feeling was made especially worse when you couldn’t be in peace with their only son

You tried though, you really did.  

As soon as he’d walk in, you’d light up and start scribbling on your board, wanting to welcome him home, but he’d simply kick off his shoes and barrel past you. 

Katsuki’s first stop would be the kitchen, and as he’s figuring out what to drink, seemingly ignoring your presence when you’d squeeze under him and fill up a glass with ice, up until you’d hold it towards him with a smile. For a moment, you thought you’d finally cracked him when he put his arms around you. You grinned happily, wrapping your arms around him back, being mindful of the glass, before he started crushing you.

A short tussle later, you’re on the other side of the kitchen island, panting and glaring at him. What the hell was his problem?! You angrily flipped the board towards him with a sneer, blinking when he merely grinned and stole your glass of ice.

“Hmph, that’ll teach ya. Stay out of my way, muzzle.”

Muzzle?! He read after you scribbled some more words. Well jokes on you, I like crushing hugs :p

Katsuki lunged for you over the island, screaming profanities as you barely dodged his crackling hands and bolted out the kitchen, hot on your trail. He narrowed his eyes when you skipped over the couch in the living room, and made it on the other side of the long dinner table, matching his position so he couldn’t get you, but just as he put a foot on the table, and you backed away to run past it and back into the kitchen, his mother’s shriek hit their ears.

“What the hell are you doin’ on my table, Katsuki?!”

You really tried.

This game of cat and mouse lasted for weeks, with him getting more and more handsy with you and you getting more and more bold with your words

It seemed like no matter what you tried, no matter how much you tried to make this easy for the both of you, he’d either ignore you or choose violence

At this point, you’d realized there was no point trying to make friends with him, so you just resigned to returning what he dished out to you, or plain old ignoring him back - two can play this game. His family’s approval would just have to do.

But Bakugou wasn’t having that either

You’re just chilling on the couch after helping Mitsuki with the laundry, the TV playing a plague of a drama that you watched when nothing good was on the other channels, barely glancing at Katsuki who took it upon himself to walk right in front of the TV as he made his way to his room. You were a little peeved, knowing he did that on purpose, but you refused to give him any attention.   He kicked your shin as he walked past, his lips quirking when you shoot him a heated glare before tearing the eye contact between you and settling on the TV again. You don’t notice it, but he turned behind the couch, vacantly watching your show for a moment, before tucking his manga under the arm that held his drink and dropping his now free hand onto your head. You whined and clawed at his hand as he pushed you lower and lower by the head, before ruffling it and walking off. And just as he planned, you padded after him.

“What.” He gruffed as you blocked the door to his room, face as impassive as your own. You grabbed his drink, chugged it halfway, and then delicately shoved it into his hand before walking off. You heard a mock, “Ohhhh~! What a rebel!”, followed by a muffled chuckle and a door closing, pulling a little smile from you.

Wait, no! You pushed the smile away, frowning forcibly as you went down the stairs. He wasn’t about to get an iota of friendliness from you ever again! 

His father walked in just as you made a disgusted face, before both of you stared horrified at each other. 

I’m okay! Promise - you scribbled frantically.

Besides his incessant teasing, you remained as unmoving as a mountain, doing what was needed of you and meeting his advances in stride

He eventually stopped telling his parents to send you away, and he started to spend more time at UA on the weekends instead of at home

As much as you didn’t like it, you kind of started missing his looming presence. You thought you were going crazy, but then dismissed it as human nature searching for drama all the time

Or something

After skipping out on coming home two weekends in a row, his mother bothered him enough to come home the next

You carried your day as you would, with a contemplative Bakugou watching you 

It got so bad, the way he was lowkey following you around all of a sudden, so you decided to confront him

You randomly turned away from the running microwave, biting your tongue to hold back a giggle when Bakugou quickly pushed himself off the island and stuffed his head into the fridge, pretending to search for something. Pretending, because he stood there before the whole time you were unwrapping your food and setting the microwave.

Bakugou blinked when he turned around and found you right behind him, smiling as you swayed on your heels, before showing him your board. Welcome home! Do you wanna share the food? he read, before narrowing his eyes at you. “I’ve been here for half a day, are you dense?” 

Yeah, and? 

“What’s with the attitude?!” He seethed, an inch away from your face, before he caught himself and backed off. Rubbing his nape, he stared at the eggs as he mumbled, “What’ve ya been up to?” After a beat of uncontrollable silence, he remembered he had to face you to see what you said, but when he does, his crimson eyes widen when he found you simply staring at him with sparkling eyes and a quivering lip, before you curiously started hitting him with your board.

“HEY- WHAT THE FUCK??” Bakugou grabbed your board mid-air after three and a half hits and took it away, pulling your cheek with one hand with an angry pout and then pausing. “So? What did you do today?” He stared awkwardly at you for a beat, before holding out your board back to you so you could tell him, but to his irritation, you gasped and took a step back. “What’s wrong with you today muzzle?”

You grabbed your board, erasing your words six times before you nervously flipped it towards him.

You didn’t kill me after I assaulted you - does this mean we’re friends now?! 

Bakugou chased you out of the kitchen, his cheeks flushing deeper and deeper as he heard your disgustingly cute giggles when you disappeared past a corner

It took some time, but you think he’d accepted you

Mostly - he had a funny way with consistency you see. You couldn’t really tell with him. 

But you knew one thing: he was comfortable with you now

And how were you so sure? You plopped on his lap about eighteen times after he pushed you off, and on the nineteenth, he just grumbled and left you there! Progress, amiright?

“You probably think you won,” Katsuki’s gruff voice whispered hotly against your ear, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush on his chest. He chuckled as he nuzzled onto your neck, feeling you relaxing against him before he continued, “and I’ll admit, you’ve got me a little confused sometimes myself, but...”

But...? You thought, your heart racing in your chest.

“I guess I’ll take you seriously now.” He declared, sliding his hands from your waist to clasp around your stomach. “Game on.”

Bakugou started crushing you.