#these are some of my headcanons that I haven’t really had the opportunity to talk about before

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Mattheo Riddle headcanons

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Summary: what is it like dating Mattheo

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fluff, no mention of y/n, you can be in any house, spicy content under the warning

Author’s note: For all my Bucky fanfic readers, I'm sorry that I haven’t posted in almost a month. This December is just too overwhelming, and every time I tried to finish my fic, it felt like I was wasting my time. I literally just miss the ending, and I hope to finish it as soon as possible.

For my possible new followers and/or HP stans, Mattheo is my current obsession, and I’m literally head over heels for him. And you know what they say: if you can’t find a fanfic that you like, write it yourself. So yeah, I'm trying something new, and I have a few ideas that are poisoning my head every single minute lmao.

sorry if there are any mistakes. hope you’ll like it💘🎀

Mattheo was never that much of a playboy because he didn’t like to share his space and, well, communicate with people in general

Due to his family, he was really reserved and refused to be weak

You weren’t that popular in school, so he had never really noticed you but one day, you suddenly started hanging out with Pansy and he could not get you out of his head anymore

He hated it

He hated that you occupied all of his thoughts for at least a few weeks 

Tried to ignore his feelings for you as long as possible, but from the moment you two had to work together on the project, everything went downhill 

He was scared to ask you out, not ready to be rejected by the only person he genuinely liked and thinking that maybe you secretly hated him like everyone else

At the beginning of the relationship, Mattheo told you that sometimes he might get cold and distant, but it wasn’t your fault and that you should just give him some time 

Mattheo is romantic and for his favorite girl, he always arranged the best dates

He was nervous to kiss you after the first date when he walked you to your dorm

Little did he know, but that sexy smirk and the way he looked at you all night drove you insane

So you just pulled him by the tie, connecting your lips

Since then, Mattheo has been addicted to you

Hands are always on you, holding your hand, your waist or your thighs

Looks at you as if you hung the moon and the stars

He kisses you in front of everyone to make sure that they know that you are his, and he is yours

Likes to pull into into his lap while he’s talking with his friends in the common room

Holding you close, slowly strokes your arms or your back, unable to keep his hands away from you

Whispers sweet nothings

Loves your smell and always buries his nose into your hair

He wears rings and allows you to steal them

His hoodies and t-shirts too

Secretly likes to be little spoon or lay on your chest while your hands are playing with his curls

Buys you everything you might possibly like, even though you always tell him to stop spending his money on you

Likes to study with you because you can actually get ready for the lessons while he has another opportunity to stare at you 

So overprotective and always snaps back at people who, even in the slightest way, disrespect you

He never lets you go to the parties alone in case some creepy guys decide to hit on you

Possesive

When you’re wearing revealing clothes, one part of him is proud and wants to brag that his girlfriend is the sexiest woman on the planet, but the other part wants to cover you with big blanket and keep you to himself

Always sarcastic and sassy

Fights a lot 

He had never gone to the medical wing because he wasn’t used to asking for help, but since you started dating, he let you heal his wound 

Loves when you scold him for those fights, just because you look so cute when you’re angry and he has an excuse to kiss and spoil you 

He has anger issues, but he has never raised his voice at you

Actually, you are like a sedative to him because only you can calm him down in a matter of seconds 

Will never make you feel uncomfortable or insecure

You don’t like something or someone? Mattheo will make sure to get you out of the room and won’t let that person come near you ever again

The way you call him “Matty” turns him into a literal puddle

Can’t sleep without you in his arms

spicy

During your first time, he was super attentive and always checked whether you were okay or not

Praises. A lot of fucking praises

“You’re taking me so good, my love”, “you look so pretty when you cum around me.” 

He likes every position, but prefers when he can see your face

There is literally not a single place in his dorm where you two haven’t had sex

Gets turned on literally by everything you do

He’s risky. As soon as he finds out that you actually liked it, he always teases you under the table, pulls you into the storage rooms, and talks dirty while there are a lot of people around

Got you two in detention a few times for getting caught kissing at night by Snape (you were lucky that he caught you before Mattheo’s hands slipped under your skirt)

His personal favorite is sex in the astronomy tower. The way you’re trying to hold back your moans drives him crazy

Also bathtub in the prefects’ bathroom, where you love to sit with him deep inside of you  

He usually dominates, but sometimes likes to let you be in charge and see how you ride him

He has a big appetite, and what is the best way to deal with it? Right, you.

Mattheo would’ve spent hours in between your legs if you allowed him

He never asks for anything in return, but still seeing you on your knees for him is a fucking miracle

Your hair are around his hand, while you’re taking as much of him in your mouth as you can

Eye contact

He’s willing to try in bed anything that you want, except things that might get you hurt

He likes to keep his hand on your neck while he’s thrusting into you but never actually squeezes

Can be rough and fast or really gentle and slow, depending on the mood

After someone pisses him off or if you had a small fight, he always fucks you into the bed with your hands pinned above you until you’re literally crying from pleasure

By the way, when you don’t have time to put a spell on the room, it gives him satisfaction to know that everyone hears the way you moan for him

He always makes sure that you came, and if you didn’t, he’s more than happy to go down on you

Love confessions 

Aftercare is a must

Hugs, kisses, food, baths—anything you might want

He always keeps you close until you fall asleep and then just stares at you, wondering how he could be so happy to have you  

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Hi hope you’re doing well <3

Can I request obey me brothers x younger sister MC .

So mc is the 8th sibling amongst the other brothers. This idea has been stuck in my head for the longest and I haven’t seen any post abt it. :(

Just some general headcanons abt MCs interactions w the brothers and stuff. Thank you!

part two

(in my mind, reader is a decent amount younger than the brothers and Lilith were and isn’t MC, it’s mostly set after the fall before MC but some of it they are there for, finally that that were all closer with Lilith- I hope you enjoy)

Prefall, you were Liliths shadow

wherever she was, you would only be a few steps behind her

you were adored, but cast out due to lucifers insistence to protect you

when the fall happened, Diavolo and barbatos had noticed you, sobbing over her body with lucifer, begging her to wake up

you still remember the inconsolable grief you felt, the wounds still wide open

you also felt that after Satan was created, he filled where she had been, a new ‘sibling’

you also noticed how hard they found it to look at you, given you looked so similar to the older sister they believed they had failed

your relationship with lucifer is like a father and child. You aren’t particularly fond of it, especially as you age however you know he wants to protect you like he couldn’t Lilith. He also treats you like her and you have to remind him you’re two different people and you aren’t her When he comes to accept this things are much better between the two of you but he can’t help but act in a relative paternal way with you

mammon is like a cool uncle. Even if he’s your brother, he acts like one. He will shower you with gifts when he can. You are also one of his highest priorities (if not his highest). If you’re disappointed in him, he’s sure he’s done something wrong. He is one of the best for not treating you like Lilith and acknowledges you as your person. Regardless, you love him and you have a really good relationship with him

levi couldn’t look at you for a solid few hundred years after the fall. He only saw your sister. When he wanted to reconnect to you, he really struggled and ending up asking for help from asmo and mammon. After this point, things are a lot better and if you like anime and gaming HES your man. He truly regrets the years he ignored you

After he was first created, you despised Satan with a passion. Why? You felt like he replaced your sister (Idk why but I bc she was the fourth oldest) also his anger infuriated you, how dare he be angry when he hadn’t lost anything. Later on, when he settles down, he tries and fails many times to build up a relationship with you. After many, many attempts he finally succeeds in his mission and you have a pretty good relationship with him but it’s definitely not as strong as your bond with the others and he wants to work on that

asmodeus will literally dote on you nonstop. You want a spa-day? He’s on it. You like that perfume? Let him get it for you. You cant decide between the blue and green top? Hell get you both. At first he tried to make you like Lilith but eventually came to the realisation he was damaging your relationship he had a deep conversation with you and offered a heartfelt opportunity. You can absolutely rant to him. He values you and your emotions. If you aren’t happy, then asmo isn’t

beelzebub blames himself for the death of Lilith and with your looks being so similar to hers he only sees his failure in you. He’s too ashamed to talk to you about how he couldn’t save everyone. You try to connect with him and after a while he lets you in. He lets you help him. You have an amazing relationship with him

belphegor is generally angry after the fall and you find yourself becoming slightly afraid of him and his sheer hatred against humans so you try to avoid him. After he’s put in the attic you regret the distance formed as you cant be with him. Post/during MC Hes much kinder. You can nap together and talk for hours and he’s so much kinder.

BONUS: MC and you are really close. They are related to you but they are one of your closest friends. You cannot thank them enough for helping your family and just generally being them

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Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives. 

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge. 

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.” 

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That bastard isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as his first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the fuck out of here?” 

Because distractions always helped him before. 

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it. 

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself. 

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story. 

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel. 

So he wants to share it with the person he loves. 

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame. 

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?” 

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than. 

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat. 

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions. 

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times. 

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened. 

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him. 

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening. 

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?” 

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there. 

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either. 

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh. 

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe. 

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?” 

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.” 

“Your point being?” 

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable. 

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference. 

The pain, and what he chose to do with it. 

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into. 

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

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Headcanons for all the characters including Jack since it’s based on Hamlet watching The lion king with the reader. (the original animated movie not the live action remake.)

Record Of Ragnarok Characters x Reader watching together The Lion King (headcanons) 🔞

You know, I haven’t watched The Lion King in… well I watched it once when I was kid and that’s it. Mulan, Hercules and Tarzan were my movies. Anyway I ended up watching The Lion King again to refresh my memory.

Qin

A what? Are you involved? Then Qin would agree to do anything.

He’s like a big kid - chill and carefree, even more than usually. Both of you goof around, Mr. Emperor tries to sing without knowing words, popcorn flies around, you pause a movie in stupid moments to make him laugh etc.

You get a stomachache from laughing too much and Qin obviously has to get infected.

Just two morons have time of their afterlife.

The only moment when there is silence is when Simba loses his father. That scene just hits too close to home and remains Qin about Chun Yan. However he doesn’t let it bother him too much.

HAKUNA MATATA

You both loudly encourage lions to battle.

At the end he asks what other movies you like.

Jack

Because he isn’t familiar with the concept of love and how to express it, spending time with you is probably Jack’s way to show his affection. If you ask him to watch an animated movie together, he’d politely agree, even if it’s not his thing.

Expect tea. And cheddar apple pie.

Jack sees Simba’s journey as a lovely and naive story. Deep inside he does compare himself to that lion cub and wonders what kind of person he would've become if he had only received help from strangers. On top of that Jack actually killed his parents, so it’s odd to him to see how much Simba struggles with remorse over Mufasa’s death which wasn’t his fault.

Truth to be told Jack might mentions some quotes from Shakespeare IF you point out similarities between the movie and Hamlet. These resemblances aren’t very visible. But it may be enough to start an interesting conversation.

The ending of the story may seems a bit bitter to Jack. Whoever was meant to be good, stayed good, and whoever was meant to be bad - stayed bad. Kinda depressing outcome for a man who’s trying to change himself, right? You’d have to talk about it and remind that it’s just a simplification made for children.

Now it’s time for a cuddle session.

Loki

Do you really want to do this to yourself? You’re very naive if you expect to have a fun with this guy while watching this kind of movie.

At first it’s just boring to him, but after awhile he amuses himself by coming up with new ways to destroy the show. He makes a loud comment every time the opportunity arises. For example, there is a scene where Zaku tells young Simba and Nala that they’d be married one day, to which Simba replies: No way! She’s my friend! You can hear a loud snort on the side, followed by She’s your SISTER, dumbass!

Loud chewing.

Hey, y/n, do you know that once Simba becomes the king, he will have kids with every lioness? Even his mom?

Do they have to sing all the time?

DON’T YOU DARE mention that you can see a similarity between him and hyenas or forget about chips, popcorn, whatever you two are eating.

Phew! It’s finally over. Wanna do something funny, y/n?

Adamas

Childish entertainment but once he sees that your eyes get wet with tears, he quickly agrees.

A cheerful start bores him but except tactless way of sitting, he doesn’t do anything to ruin your fun.

Even if Mufasa’s death was expected, it still hits hard Adamas. Basically catches him off guard. It remains him about his last meeting with Poseidon: his brother’s pure contempt towards him, that dead, indifferent expression of his face when he pierced Adamas with his trident, then cold surrounding body and Poseidon’s back as he walked away. But while the movie continues, a new digression haunts Adamas. He plays that scene again in his head and it hits him harder, because he realizes that he almost became Scar to Zeus.

So now he sits stiffly on his ass with a very depressed expression. One look at him is enough for you to know that you have to pause the movie and talk to a guy. At first he rejects your attempts, but very quickly ends up letting you hug him tight. Still plays a tough idiot tho…

Beelzebub

Most of the time he just sits next to you with lifeless expression.

Hakuna matata his ass.

Beelzebub secretly enjoys when you sing, but it’s really hard to catch him with a smile on his face. If you manage to do so, he reluctantly admits it. Good luck with convincing him to join you.

He doesn’t have any deeper thoughts about the movie.

If you mention that Timon and Pumba remain you Samael and Azazel, Beelzebub would just give you a dull look. After awhile he starts to notice that too and has mixed feelings about it.

Hrist

She finds this idea very sweet. It’s relaxing and enjoyable.

When Scar kills Mufasa: RAGE MODE ACTIVATION!

Since then you sit with angry Hrist who really does not like phrase hakuna matata. She starts to hate Simba for being so thoughtless.

Screams SHUT UP every time they start singing.

When Simba lets Scar leave, Hrist in heat of the moment chokes you and loudly screams how dumb he is. You wonder if it can get worse and the answer comes very quickly - Simba fights Scar on the TV screen and you fight for every breath on a couch.

Hermes

Hermes approaches the movie from a different angle: he focuses more on a soundtrack. The movie itself is simple story with moral, standard for humans’ approval.

You both consider an improvement of some songs and probably start doing it in the middle of a movie. Sorry, Simba.

Ares

Ares doesn’t care much about Mufasa’s death - it's necessary plot twist to move on with thread… but the ending kinda touches him. It's very climatic in his opinion.

He is NOT crying, okay?

Well you are. Or you pretend very convincingly so he doesn’t have to play tough boy. He has no idea…

Hades

Because he is a gentleman, your wish would be granted.

It’s animated movie but Hades drinks wine. No cola, no popcorn or other snacks. Please, have some dignity.

Hades has weird uncomfortable feeling in his chest when Scar kills his own brother. Scene just awakes something he doesn’t like to mention: conflict between Poseidon, Adamas and Zeus. Hades never could bring himself to blame any of them for how things turned out, so now he doesn’t try to look too deep into Musafa’s murder.

Afterwards he would share his honest opinion with you, almost like professional critic.

Poseidon

No expression throughout the entire movie.

Scar is pathetic.

Mufasa is pathetic.

Simba is pathetic.

Timon and Pumba aren’t even worth mentioning.

That movie proves that humans are lower forms of life.

At least you have chance to hug Poseidon. If he spends time with you, it means he demands it.

After a movie: Y/n, such entertainment is unworthy of the gods.

Leonidas

Books are better than movies. But fine, if you insist, the King of Sparta would spare some time.

The best comforter: Why are you crying? It’s fiction! It’s not even human! By the way - that lion could kill you with a single paw swing. These mfs are huge! Better him than you, hon!

He smokes so much that you have trouble seeing the TV screen.

Stop couching, hon! I can’t hear what they’re sayin’!

The moment Pumba approach, Leonidas starts talking about his love for venison.

You need truly heroic self-denial to not kick him out. The only option to get him to shut up is to kiss him. He doesn’t get why the kiss is angry but he likes it that way.

You two probably miss the ending. Leonidas thinks Simba isn’t worthy of being king anyway.

Apollo

Ah, y/n, aren’t you adorable for loving such innocent enjoyment? Of course he agrees!

You have to feed him snacks.

He sings along with the characters and makes the movie much better. You end up watching him showing off instead of the movie. Your dirty side may bait off a bit more mature show.

He knows exactly what you're doing and doesn't mind at all.

Later you might catch him humming songs from the movie.

Hello, dear. May I be your king tonight?

Rudra

Simba’s and Nala’s childhood brings nostalgia. Rudra spent his entire youth with Shiva and they were both free spirits. Watching these lion cubs brings back many funny memories.

Rudra’s favourite moment is Simba’s reunion with Nala. He gets mad if he notices you smirking.

Parvati, Kali, Durga and Shiva

You decide it’s time for girls’ night out.

None of you is focus on the movie, it’s just an addition. You mostly talk and laugh. Very loud that it may attracts Shiva.

He just sits down between you with Whatcha doin’? then proceeds to eats all the popcorn and other snacks like vacuum cleaner.

[beautifulblooms]

Neteyam x Male reader headcanons

As the title states it’s as simple as that, some general headcanons with some angst at the end because even I can’t help myself. It felt really good to write this after watching the movie

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

He’s such a gentle soul

Sure he can be brash and emotionally charged in his actions

But by the blessing of Eywa he’s so sweet and kind

Protective of course

I mean he damn near killed some of the Metkayina kids for nearly killing Lo’ak

Speaking of his siblings

They adore you

In a family of “freaks” and “aliens” a little homosexuality doesn’t seem like too much

Jake and Ney’tiri are lovely parents

They treat you like one of their own as if they haven’t had/adopted enough already

Neteyam loves just being with you

Running through the forests

Swinging on vines and between branches

And even when they went to the Metkayina tribe for refuge he still found a way to bring you with him

Sully’s stick together and well, you’re an honorary Sully

I feel like there was some initial jealousy and disdain from the Chief’s daughter, Tsireya

But she eventually realized that he was yours and just had to deal with it

Definitely still holds a mild grudge but would never say anything about it

After the news of his death hit the main village where you had been left during the fight, you were heartbroken

While normally the parents are the ones who release the body to be taken back

You were given that duty as you were his mate

Life without Neteyam was rough to start

You never found solace in the choice of another man

But the Sully’s stood by you at every opportunity

Whether that be Jake and Ney’tiri talking to you like a son and counseling you

Or Tuk and Kiri trying to cheer you up with something funny they found

No one thought of you any less than family before or after Neteyam’s passing

Hell even Tsireya had gotten closer to you and began to bond over his death

Even years later after you had moved on as much as possible, you still returned to the tree of souls of the Metkayina to talk to your beloved

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Crazy In Love

[eren jaeger boyfriend headcanons]

pairing // eren jaeger x black! reader

content // y/n in their loner arc, some nsfw mostly fluff, stoner! eren, mechanic! eren, streamer/gamer! eren, swearing, spoilers for s4 bc there are some ppl who haven’t watched yet

a/n // been getting back into my aot obsession

applies to both modern and canon eren

this is more of a drabble than a one shot but if you want more of this au. . .shawty all you gotta do is ask

gender isn’t really mentioned but eren’s stream does call you mommy at one point, just ignore it otherwise

streamer! eren is in the works rn tbh

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ੈ✩ | so modern/high school eren pre time skip is an absolute menace

ੈ✩ | he behaved for a week and then all that went out the window when jean said something under his breath

ੈ✩ | genuinely has anger issues, adhd, and depression—which he tends to show through unbridled rage

ੈ✩ | you’d be lying if you said he didn’t catch your eye; he was attractive and was in a trio when you ain’t even got one true friend. but he had three, and he didn’t seem to need or even want any more

ੈ✩ | that’s why it is so fucking hard to get close to this nigga; there were times he was such a dick to you for no reason—if it’s any consolation he feels like shit about that and ten times out of ten it never had anything to do with you

ੈ✩ | gremlin eren? gremlin eren

ੈ✩ | this nigga can never shut up, and while mikasa is the number one person who gets him to stop acting up, she gets ACTIVE when he’s in a losing fight

ੈ✩ | eventually he got in trouble so much that his ass got expelled, his father—after trying literally everything else, got him a medical marijuana card—mans said “bet” and never stopped since

ੈ✩ | OKAY NOW MODERN MANBUN EREN—in the time that he was gone, mikasa and armin took you under their wing, becoming your first real friends; and as they made you comfortable, you started coming into your own more

ੈ✩ | you’d heard about eren’s whereabouts, and knew they talked to him about you, but you always refused to talk to him when given the chance because there was a time where you GENUINELY thought he hated you

ੈ✩ | everyone on tumblr says he’s a stoner and i have no choice but to agree—like that’s why he’d be so mellowed out, and with no titans he’d be the coolest mf out there

ੈ✩ | then when mikasa found out you had a thing for him since freshmen year she finally gets the gang back together four years later—she 100% snitched and bro. . .you almost didn’t recognize him as he walked into the karaoke bar

ੈ✩ | he’d grown his hair out—he had just grown in general, shooting from 5’11 to 6’3, and he’s gotten some tattoos as well

ੈ✩ | your jaw went slack as you gaped at mikasa who only gave you knowing glance

ੈ✩ | not only that, but his voice has gotten an unbelievable amount of bass to it—you almost zoned out every-time it was his turn to sing

ੈ✩ | eren knows how short life is—and he goes after what he wants—he always has, but tbh younger eren never had romantic interest and for the longest time he was a closeted aromantic—getting off-topic but that changed as he grew and he asked you out immediately on a count of what i said before

ੈ✩ | guy is still aromantic but does experience love (though mostly platonic) for very few people,

ੈ✩ | because of that, his confession is the most genuine thing you’ve ever heard—“i didn’t realize it then, but i’d always felt different about you”

“you’re so precious, and sweet and kind—and you’re so fucking good to others, and i thought it was a prank or something when you tried to talk to me—but fuck, when mikasa told me you used to like me, i couldn’t miss the opportunity so i gotta ask. . .”

“would you go out with me?”—and coming from the dude you’ve been crushing on for years and being a person who no one has ever expressed romantic interest to over things you can’t control, you did in fact start crying

ੈ✩ | because he’s so hard to get close to, he’s had many pick-me’s try—even in his gremlin arc—thinking they was in a romance webtoon; jumping in while he was beating the shit out of whoever—“eren, look at me! this isn’t you!”

ੈ✩ | fuck your insecurities about that though because eren is literally the sweetest and most affirming person out there once you get to know him

ੈ✩ | surprisingly a hopeless romantic—only for you—he’s your biggest supporter and he simps so hard. your first date is a picnic, he asked jean—after he apologized and they formed a friendship—to help him throw together a little spread for you

ੈ✩ | he’s absolutely in love with you and will do anything for you

ੈ✩ | your race has so little bearing on your relationship but every once in a while he’ll randomly remember he’s got a melanated lover—and what new circumstances that brings

ੈ✩ | like when he’ll just a get a call a from you at three a.m and answers thinking he’s gonna get some ass and you just start crying

“babe i’ve been doing my hair since 10 p.m and it’s not even halfway done—and i’m so fucking tired but if i. . .” you sniffle, “if i go to sleep now i can’t go to class because my hair looks like shit”

“babe, what are you talking about, why is it—?”

he eventually comes over because he’s so confused as to what’s taking so long, but after he offered to help you and he made you cry even more he understood—nigga broke a sweat tryna wrangle that shit

y’all gave up and decided to miss out on class and tackle it in the morning; he helps you wrap it up and you guys—despite saying you were tired for an hour you could go to sleep so just watched coryxkenshin until the sun came up

ੈ�� | he’s not only white, but he’s white-european he simply does not understand these things

ੈ✩ | but the fact that he makes an effort to understand your culture in the first place will literally make you cry sometimes—like you can visibly see him fighting his adhd so he can listen to you talk about your hair or what a ‘black card’ is and you always reward him with a kiss for listening to you

ੈ✩ | once he gets it though he’s hard chilling. you notice he started to use more aave; and he started paying for you to get your hair done bc he’s a trust fund kid, and he will always respect the amount of effort that goes into it. he’s also like, super into using aave and slang—he uses it more than you, and even knows the uncle ruckus joke despite NEVER watching boondocks in his life; he doesn’t think he’s black but. . .y’know. and it only gets worse when he meets your family

ੈ✩ | your mother LOVES him, and is constantly telling you that she wants him as her son-in-law, he’s repsectful, handsome, strong, and hard-working—she will literally never forgive you if you let him go

ੈ✩ | EREN. JAEGER. AT. A. COOKOUT.

ੈ✩ | if it’s his first one he’s super jittery and nervous at first. but eren’s a super chill dude so if you have to leave him alone he’ll be cool with anyone

ੈ✩ | your uncles wanna sit in the driveway and pop a cold one? sign him up. your little cousins/siblings swear they can beat him in mario kart? they fucking wish, your aunts wanna sit and talk shit—he was doing that anyway—he’s a super friendly person and he gets along well with anyone

ੈ✩ | will literally film tiktoks with you at the family cookout despite hating having pictures or videos taken of him—he sees how happy you are so he doesn’t care

ੈ✩ | i feel like eren has a very physical job and streams part time for funsies. so yeah when he tells your family that he’s a mechanic when they ask they literally erupt

ੈ✩ | because he’s so hard-working, your aunts love him—constantly making him plates and taking care of him and such

ੈ✩ | and if you have any messy in-laws that try to talk shit or get with him he will deadass call them out

all those years of playing COD made his trash talk elite. . .shit. . .

“how you gon’ talk about my baby when your edges ain’t laid?”

“get your fucking teeth straight before you talk shit”

ੈ✩ | it’s the fact that he did not stop—like homegirl deadass was on the brink of tears and had to leave; nobody liked her anyway so he was good

ੈ✩ | jacked as fuck so just casually holds you down when he doesn’t want you to leave

ੈ✩ | demands kisses at all times; good morning kiss, goodnight kiss, hello kiss, good bye kiss, or just because you’re looking too damn fine

ੈ✩ | shows you off on stream.

“eren, baby—oh shit, are you streaming? my fault” your heart drops as you see yourself in the viewfinder, and you back out of the room—hiding yourself behind the door

“hang on guys—oh no babe, you’re fine”

you thought you had embarrassed him by pulling up in your pajamas but the chat was in love

you hesitantly inch closer as the chat continues to go wild

‘mommy? sorry, mommy?”

‘GAHHDAMN 🥲🕶️👌”

‘oh they fine alright”

“what did you wanna tell me?” he takes off his headset, giving you his undivided attention.

“i was gonna tell you to stop screaming”

“oh damn, you coulda kept that to yourself then” his face stiffened, half-heartedly and he turned back to the game

chuckling, you begin to walk away,

“wait~” he whines, “come here” his voice lowers as you walk toward him, already knowing what he was going to ask

you give him a kiss and pull away very quickly because you know eren too well

“i love you,” his whispers against your lips, “i love you too”

you say goodbye to his viewer and head out to continue your studies

“that’s my lover” you hear him state proudly as you closed the door

ੈ✩ | ngl, i feel like canon! eren pre-timeskip would mostly act the exact same

ੈ✩ | it’d be a little easier to win him over though. since you’re ‘different’ his curiosity draws him to you, and your perseverance and skill is something that’s warrants his respect

ੈ✩ | what’s that belief that life-threatening situations brings people together? that helps too

ੈ✩ | he starts off barely even saying two words to you and now you’ll both protect each other with your lives by the events of season two

ੈ✩ | LIKE JUST IMAGINE THE SCENE WHEN HE DISCOVERS HE HOLDS THE COORDINATE; like you and mikasa are not in good shape so he’s so determined to protect you—and you and mikasa have resigned to your fates but he’s like

“i’ll keep looking after you”

“now and forever, whenever you need me”

ੈ✩ | screaming crying and throwing up

ੈ✩ | or the scene where he takes back the wall in his titan form—and you immediately tackle him as soon as he’s comes staggering out of the nape,

“you did it eren!”

ੈ✩ | most def, especially after that scene from s3—his crush on you is very obvious—like let’s say you pushed mika out of the way and you got your ribs broken instead of her; when you guys make it to that little cabin, he’s literally putting in work to make sure you don’t have to move an inch—chopping firewood, helping make dinner, even volunteering to stand watch or staying up all night in case you need him—but of course you would still come out to check on him

“he’s like a hardworking husband and they’re his doting partner” historia would smile as she watched you two interact

ੈ✩ | eren would spend years pining for you without realizing it until the he almost lost you—be it to the titans or another man

ੈ✩ | he gets the help he needs to confess from the guys who screw him over—not entirely on purpose, but he ends up humiliating himself in front of you; the next day he’s avoiding you like he’s insane until you eventually just blurt out that you like him back

ੈ✩ | i lowkey feel like eren would be way too romantic or so lowkey people have no idea you’re dating—shit not even you knew for like a month

ੈ✩ | deadass, it took this nigga pulling up with a bouquet of flowers claiming it was for your anniversary and you just blinked at him

“are we not dating. . . ?”

ੈ✩ | pre time-skip eren is when he’s the most affectionate but even then he literally only pipes up when you’re in danger

ੈ✩ | you see a different side of him in his titan form—even though he doesn’t have the capacity for speech, his eyes tell you all you need to know.

ੈ✩ | he mellows out a lot because this is the only form he’s in where he feels like nothing can hurt you—he’s untouchable and so are you. so he’s generally a lot softer in this form

ੈ✩ | he’s like a big puppy, responding positively and humming when you scratch his head

ੈ✩ | if you don’t like saliva do NOT do missions with titan! eren. nigga literally just puts you in his mouth for cover when the spot gets too hot

ੈ✩ | and if you EVER get kidnapped for any reason eren is activating his titan form—even if the perpetrators are human he could not give a fuck—he’s already not a cautious person but he really do be wilding when it comes to you, that’s why levi tried to keep you separate before realizing that it only makes it worse.

ੈ✩ | now post time-skip canon! eren. . .bro ima be fr, that nigga is so confusing

ੈ✩ | like let’s say you didn’t know him prior and were just a jaegerist, it was genuinely so difficult to tell if he was just manipulating you or not

ੈ✩ | even when he swore up and down that he loves you—you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just saying that because he knew if you thought he cared about you, you’d be willing to do just about anything for him

ੈ✩ | now is that actually true. . . ?

maybe.

ੈ✩ | but if you knew him since childhood he’s a lot easier to read, like you were just calling bullshit when he was gaslighting mikasa and armin in that one scene—even if he tried that on you, you were not having it

ੈ✩ | he’d gladly abandon everything for you if you caught the signs quick enough, but even after he already declared war on the marlyeans, he’d still give you many chances to save him

ੈ✩ | he’s the boy who sought freedom, but he finds solace in your presence and knowing you care for him. so if you tell him you love him he will deadass just take your hand and beg you to run away with him

ੈ✩ | if you say yes—which you will—bc c’mon now, he’ll build you two a little cottage up in the mountains and live the rest of his days with you, enjoying the simple life he’d always dreamed of with the person he loves more than anything

ੈ✩ | thinking about cottage au! eren rn AHHH

ੈ✩ | now if you decide to play the anarchy route i’m sure y’all will make a great terrorist power couple

y’all some real

💅 ✨ 💖 sassy shooters 💖✨💅

i don’t actually condone this but go off ig

ੈ✩ | also generally, he’s more a physical kinda guy, so don’t feel awkward about sitting on his lap while he’s meeting with volunteers and fellow jaegerists

ੈ✩ | sometimes, you wake up to him crying quietly beside you and you always scoot over and start spooning him

ੈ✩ | every once in awhile he’ll say things that remind you of the old eren, and it makes you wanna cry every time

ੈ✩ | you still love him though, and are willing to wait for him to come around

ੈ✩ | if you die in the war though, it’s up. he’s gonna keep going forward and won’t stop until he’s dead

ੈ✩ | he loves you so much, good god you’re so heavenly

alright people NSFW time so head out if you’re not interested

ੈ✩ | so modern eren! remember how i said he was a mechanic? somehow whenever he comes home, one of you is always frustrated. like imagine you were already missing him, and he gets home and his shirt is off, his skin is glowing and hes got oil smudges painting random patches of his coveralls

“eren—“ you very loudly gulp; you had just wanted to greet your loving boyfriend with his favorite snack but when you saw him in all his glory you really couldn’t help it

ੈ✩ | eren literally always knows when you want something from him; whether it’s because he’s good at detecting it, or you’re just bad at hiding it is up for debate but he clocks you either way

ੈ✩ | but eren, being the cheeky bastard he is, makes you say it. being shy isn’t very fruitful when it comes to him

ੈ✩ | now if he’s the horny one, it’s on fucking sight yo—and there’s no running away, the longer he’s away from you, the more frustrated he becomes

“ah—! eren,” you’re preparing dinner one minute and being bent over the counter the next “—need you” he whines

ੈ✩ | yeah, mans gets v whiny when he’s desperate for it

ੈ✩ | no if ands or buts about it, eren jaeger is a nasty man—regardless of what universe he’s in

ੈ✩ | into spit, vouyerism, and all the other dirty and nasty ass shit

ੈ✩ | into anal anything—even on himself, like if you sneak down to give him a rim job while giving oral he will become so whiny

ੈ✩ | will let you peg or finger him if you’ve got the guts to dom him

ੈ✩ | his moans are something else bro

ੈ✩ | HE’S SO AFFIRMING; “go ahead baby, you can ride” “don’t be shy look at me—pretty eyes on me, on me” “fuck yes, make yourself feel good on my cock” “fuck, you’re perfect”

“i love you so much”

“fuck, are you okay? yeah? okay, gonna move”

ੈ✩ | fuck, he loves mirror sex

ੈ✩ | he’ll let you ride for as long as you want sweetheart, and when you inevitably get tired he’ll buck his hips into yours, laying you down before shifting so he could thrust up more comfortably

ੈ✩ | you don’t notice, but he pays a lot of attention to what he’s doing during sex and will constantly look up to catch your reactions when he makes a strategic change of angles as he blows your back out

ੈ✩ | so yeah he knows your body like the back of his hand

ੈ✩ | SPEAKING OF WHICH, HIS HANDS BRO OML, HE HAS THE PRETTIEST FUCKING HANDS, like they’re calloused but slender and long with a pink hue dusted over his knuckles

ੈ✩ | he would rock you on his fingers while he’s gaming because you were lonely. and because you were so good he fucks you after

ੈ✩ | so canon! eren. . .bro first of all, whoever called eren’s titan form hot. get out, bc like i’m a closeted monsterfucker but how would it work? homeboy ain’t got no lips, no dick—and even if he did it’d literally kill you.

ੈ✩ | the only thing i could think of is him covering you with his tongue or you rubbing against one of his fingers

ੈ✩ | he lets out a lot of aggression on you; sometimes he’ll even cry against you—mans just gets really emotional when he can see your face

[bebepac]

The Moments In Between

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt : “I don’t have a date, so would you ... maybe want to be my plus one?” will appear in bold 

I am also participating in @choiceschallenge-may2023 for falling in love.

Letting you know now, this story is probably the most canon I have written. This is not my OG Riley and Liam  and in this universe Liam and Riley did not spend the night together as all my other headcanon stories have them.  Liam has kept his emotional distance like canon.....which has invited the opportunity for Drake to make an appearance.  

This could be seen as a prequel to  If Only for the Night

The Book:  TRR Pairings:  Riley x Drake? Warnings and Ratings:  None! Word Count: 1121 Summary:  Riley meets Drake in the Lythikos wine cellar for a drink Song Inspiration:  That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain

A/N: I’m sure this title has been used in fics before, so hopefully no one is offended by it, but I’m taking it from the Canon diamond scene. 

AN2:  This story actually came to my mind because of a conversation I had with @angelasscribbles as we were talking about Drake. I had thought then, that conversation would not give me any writing ideas, but SURPRISE!

Original post:  05.27.23 at 9:31PM  EST. 

To be honest, I wasn’t even surprised about how the trip was going being in Lythikos for Olivia’s tribute to Prince Liam.  The room she put me in was basically a refurbished broom closet, dinner was served to my table cold with portions of the entree missing.  

But what struck me and what did surprise me is that Liam didn’t notice, and never checked up on us, supposedly his true blue friends were all sitting at the neglected table and he didn’t even glance in our direction the whole evening.  

And not to mention….the kiss. He let her kiss him in front of the whole court. He genuinely appeared surprised when it happened, but everyone at the table, all their eyes were trained on me for a response.  I mean honestly, what could I say?  

Prince Liam is not my boyfriend, I’m a suitor in this game we’re all playing.  I am competing for a man that at this point has no true allegiance to me.

Nonchalantly I shrugged my shoulders.  “She went for it.  You know, she doesn’t usually get this much individual time with the Prince, so I can’t fault her for shooting her shot.”  

“You’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be, Brooks.”  

“I mean, these so-called 'noble' royals have been showing me who they are this whole time, I’d be a fool not to believe them.”  

“You deserve a drink Brooks,  meet up with me later, and we’ll find where the good stuff you like is stored in this keep.”  

“I really might have to take you up on that.”  

Liam finally cornered me for a brief moment, as I stood on the balcony letting the cool wind in a way revitalize me.  

“Are you angry with me for what happened?”

“No.”  

“I thought you might be.”  

“How can I Liam? you haven’t so much as stated any intentions you have for me, or of any feelings for me because you say, you can’t.  You have a duty to your people and I get that.  But don’t forget, all of us are “your people, and we are getting mistreated by some of these people that are supposed to be the “Nobility.”

“I heard about what happened to you all with your meals by the waitstaff, it’s very unfortunate.”

“You mean what they were told to do to us  by the Duchess of the Keep?”

Liam took his hands in mine.

“Let me make it up to you. Come meet me tonight.  My room has the most beautiful view of the Lythikos landscape and a wonderful hot tub that I have yet to want to use, but would love to enjoy it with you.”

Seriously Liam? That don’t impress me much. 

 I thought in my head.

“It’s been a really long day Liam.”  

Liam frowned for a moment.  His smile returned as he kissed my hand.  

“I promise you it will be relaxing, and I’ll keep my hands to myself, that is unless you want a massage.”

I felt my resolve wavering for a moment but then it recharged when I remembered all the bad treatment I had experienced while visiting in Lythikos thanks to the Scarlett Duchess herself.

“I’ll wait for you just the same.”  

“If I’m not too tired by the end of these festivities, I’ll definitely meet you.”

My mind  was already made up as I walked away from him.

That evening when I made it back to the cupboard under the stairs that was my room,  I freshened up a bit, and changed my clothes.  I had more than one choice and I had decided how I wanted to spend my evening.

And I feel like I made the right decision as when he turned around he genuinely looked surprised to see me.  

“Hey! I don’t have a date, so would you maybe want to be my plus one?”

“Brooks!  I didn’t think you would show.  I had heard Liam had invited you…”

“I could use that drink more, it’s been a helluva day.  This is how the working class unwinds, not in hot tubs and seeing glorious views of the Lythikos backcountry. If we’re being totally honest, the Lythikos backcountry can kiss my rounded backside.”  

Drake laughed.

“I hear that.  Sounds like you’re ready to start popping some bottles?”  

“Hell yeah I am!”  

I started going through the bottles of Wine in the cellar, when I noticed Drake wasn’t doing the same.  

“Aren’t you going to pick some too?”

“Naw, I brought my stash. This was more about you, I know today was a rough day for you.”  

Drake produced a silver and black flask with the Cordonian Crest on it.  

“I mean not really, people have been showing me their true colors since I got here.  And Liam, can’t be who he was when he was in New York here, at least not in public. So is that Whiskey? The third Level of your food group pyramid?”

“Hey if that’s the third level, what are the first two?”

“Isn’t it obvious?  Meat  is level one, Potatoes are level two.”

“You get me Brooks, and yes it’s Whiskey.”  

“So are you sharing that?”

“I can.  You know you’re really a lot different than I thought you were when we all first met in New York.”

“You should know not to judge a book by its cover Drake, as much as the Nobility of Cordonia are constantly judging you here.”  

“You’re different.”  

“No, I’m the same, you just didn’t see me for who I truly was before, and now you’re finally getting a glimpse.”  

Was Drake Walker blushing, and why was he staring at me that way?

“This is me relaxed, just being myself.  Not behaving like a trained dolphin for the cameras.  The moments in between where I get to be just Riley. You know, this is the most we’ve talked Walker, you’re not half bad.”  

Drake was staring at me as if he was in  some sort of trance, after a few moments he snapped out of it.  

“We should toast.  To the moments in between where we can relax and be ourselves, with no added pressure.”

He took a sip from the flask and held it out to me, right when I was about to grab it, he snatched it back.

“Pass it here, I don’t have mouth herpes or anything. Besides, the alcohol would kill the germs anyway.”

He looked to be weighing the validity of the idea in his head for a few moments and then came up to the resolution, nodding to me in agreement.

“Seems legit.”  

I held up the flask and before I drank, I smiled at Drake.

“To the moments in between.” 

[tmntxthings]

If you’re up for it can we get some comfort headcanons of the Rise!turtles x GN!Reader (separate ofc) who has a bad habit of overworking themselves all the time so the turtles have to take care of them until they feel better?

Thank you!!! I love your writing sm! 🫶

Workaholic

author’s note: FINALLY ! request complete ✅☺️, i hope this was what you had in mind

for those who don’t know @b00tyshakerr9000 they write amazing tmnt content, if you’re looking for a good fic, go and check out their work, i absolutely adore their writing <3

warnings: established relationships, hurt to comfort, fluff, angst, cursing, small wounds

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Raphael

Raph had been in a relationship with you for a good two years, he was used to your determination it was something he loved and admired about you most

But lately, he noticed it was becoming too much even for you. You were going to college, taking seven classes already, you had come to him wondering what he thought about you getting a job

Raph hadn’t thought too much of it, you explained your reasons wanting some spending money for Raph’s upcoming birthday, he thought it was sweet, “As long as you can fit it into your schedule I don’t see why not,” he had encouraged you since you seemed so excited at the prospect

He saw you less often but the two of you made up quality time with a bunch of text messages, phone calls, and FaceTime calls

Suddenly those stopped happening too… Raph would send texts, and wait hours before you would respond. You’d always apologize for the wait but it seemed to him that the reoccurring excuse was work

He eventually found out that you hadn’t stopped at just one job, but had gotten two more jobs! Three in total on top of all the school work you had?! Raphael didn’t think it was healthy especially when you didn’t need to work so hard

“Y/n can I meet up with you, it’s important” Raph spoke into his phone getting ready to leave the lair to go talk to you in person. He needed you to see how much this was affecting you, how he hadn’t seen you in forever it felt like!

“Of course, it’s been awhile huh? I just got back to my apartment!” Your voice sounded the same, the usual happy chipper that rushed out like you couldn’t wait to tell him something

When Raph knocked on your door, he heard some commotion before the door opened quickly, “Raph!” You jumped up into his arms and he smiled immediately. He had missed you so much, he took a deep breath, and one of his hands cupped the back of your head. Your hair was wet, and you smelled like your shampoo

“I missed you too,” he chuckled as he set you down and you immediately turned walking back into the apartment, Raph followed behind you, closing the door. Your apartment was a mess! This surprised him because you were usually embarrassed about even an unfolded blanket

“How’ve you been Y/n? I haven’t heard from you as much lately,” Raph watched you as you headed to your desk. “Me? Oh I’m pretty busy, but you know getting by, I’m really sorry about not texting as much,”

You started typing something on your computer as he approached he realized it was for one of your classes. “It’s not just that Y/n… why didn’t you tell me you got two more jobs?” Your hands stopped typing. Your shoulders slumping.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to keep it from you.. it just seemed like a good opportunity.. a way to keep building my resume.. I don’t know I just couldn’t say no when they offered,” you sighed and your voice finally matched how you felt.

“Y/n?” Raph touched your shoulder, he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t look at him. Slowly you faced him and his heart clenched, you looked so worn down, your face was thin and lacking its usual glow, you had dark circles around your eyes, hinting at your lack of sleep

“C’mere” Raph gruffed full of emotion. He had known it was getting bad, but seeing it in person hurt much more than he had thought possible. When you got up from your chair, it got even worse

Your nose started bleeding and you swayed from side to side, “Raph?” You said confused as his worry and concern was etched onto his features. Your hand went up to your nose and came away with blood on your fingers, “that’s not good,” you said as your body careened to the floor.

“Y/N!” Raph lunged forward, knocking down your chair to get to you before you hurt yourself further. “I’ve got you don’t worry,” he said as he held you close, carrying you to your bed.

He got tissues, cleaned up your nose and hand. Eventually the nose bleed stopped but he was still on edge. He made you a hearty meal, chicken and rice with some veggies and a tall glass of water.

As you ate he got to work washing dishes and cleaning up your apartment here and there. Each time you got up trying to help he would say, “Don’t you dare! Lay back down and get some rest I’ll be done soon,”

And he was, he came back into your room, watching as your eyes opened and closed sleepily. He got in bed next to you, “How about you put in a two weeks notice?” Raph hummed in question as you snuggled in close to his plastron. “Okay,” you yawned in agreement.

“For both jobs you got without telling me!” Raph clarified and you couldn’t help your sleepy smile. “Thank you Raph, for looking out for me,” you murmured and it warmed his heart. “Of course Y/n that’s what I’m here for” he kissed the top of your head gently as you fell asleep curled up next to him.

Leonardo

Leo had never been happier than the moment you had agreed to become his partner, literally ecstatic, though of course he was too cool to start jumping up and down like Mikey would

No he was way chiller, spending every waking moment portaling out to see you, no matter where you were, one time by accident it had been your bathroom

As soon as you saw the blue sparks behind the shower curtain you knew he was there! To which you shrieked and threw a loofah at him to “GET OUT!”

Still pretty chill… and lately Leo was portaling in on your self-assigned study sessions. “Y/n this is boringggg let’s do something fun, oh! like roller skating”

He was good on a skateboard but he could just imagine a date with you holding onto his arm as the two of went in circles, music playing in the background the both of you smiling, him cracking jokes and you laughing at every one

His eyes had stars in them as he envisioned the date from beginning to end, planning out everything and totally being down for the unexpected too

But you shook your head, “Sorry Leo, I can’t I’ve gotta do this homework” Leo huffed silently as he trudged over to your bed and fell back on it dramatically, one of these days he’d convince you to let loose a little, there was no way he would be able to wait til summer break

A week later and he portaled into your apartment, about to announce his grand entrance when he heard the worst cough in the history of coughs

“Y/n? Are you there? I think I heard a monster or something just now,” he said peering into your room to see you at your desk. You turned to him laughing slightly only to be cut off by another cough, “that would be me,” you rasped

“You sound horrible!” Leo whined in worry as he hovered over you. “Yeah I think I’ve got a cold, hopefully it passes, cause I really can’t afford to-“

Leo knew exactly what you were gonna say, “take a break” he said along with you, and you nodded at him. He sighed shaking his head. “Y/n what if this gets worse? You are only gonna hurt yourself if you don’t get some rest!”

You were still determined to study, “I’ll be okay Leo, I promise” the rest of that night had been filled with coughs, it was hard to ignore and continue to joke around whenever you sounded so sick

The next day Leo portaled in only to find you in a worsened state than yesterday. Tissues piling up on the floor, coughing even more, yet you were still at your desk. Leo gritted his teeth not liking this one bit, it hurt him to see the lack of self-care you had for yourself

He portaled back out, you not noticing with headphones blocking out the sound, if he had to guess it was probably your study playlist. He headed to a drugstore, he would need a bunch of stuff to get you feeling better

Leo bought everything he could think of, all the remedies, three cans of soup, a bunch of drinks he heard other than water, things like gatorade/powerade would boost your system, a thermometer, pain relievers, antibiotics for coughing and runny nose symptoms, a new fluffy blanket, after a couple more things he felt prepared

“Y/n!” Leo said as he portaled in, “oh hey! I was wondering when you wou-“ you stopped mid-sentence as you saw his hands full and brimming with stuff. “Ugh should’ve gotten a bag” Leo grumbled as he dropped a can of soup and it rolled away from him.

“Leo! You didn’t have to get me all of this!” You said feeling bad about how much it must’ve costed. “Shush” he reprimanded as he took your temperature first. “A HUNDRED?!” Leo hollered in fear. “Y/n you better not argue, get in bed right now, please!” Leo half begged

You listened, finally, Leo thought as he got busy, heating up one of the soups in your microwave as he handed you a water and a power drink. Then he got out the fluffy blanket, “doesn’t it feel soft?” Leo smiled as he tucked it in around you, “the softest” you agreed, your heart swelling at how much he cared

After you ate the soup, he gave you medicine and hopped in bed next to you. He sighed,“Y/n you can’t keep doing this, pushing off your health to study… it’s dangerous.” He finally said after thinking about how to word what he thought, “I’m sorry Leo, you were right,”

He smiled, “yeah this totally isn’t the time to say I told you so but… I did tell you so,” you half coughed half laughed at that. “Go to sleep my sickly, I’ll be here for you,” Leo said as he got comfortable

“Thank you Leo, you’re the best,” his ego flew up, up and away. And wouldn’t you know it, he nursed you right back to health! If he wasn’t such a badass crime-fighting turtle he’d be a doctor!

A week later Leo portaled into your room and you were excited to finally go roller skating! You were dressed in jeans and a nice shirt, ready to head out but Leo seemed off. He looked to be holding his breath and would sometimes stop talking midway… it was really weird until you heard it

*Cough* you gasped, “Leo!” He looked back at you sheepishly, “don’t worry it’s just a cough, no heavy symptoms,” he said in a hurry already trying to hold back his next cough until tears swelled in his eyes and he coughed for a second time

Shit! Leo thought as you crossed your arms, “Leonardo Hamato, get in bed! I’ll go start heating up some soup,” Leo groaned and complained about the plans and how it would be forever til you two could get back to them

“Leo don’t worry as soon as you feel better, we’ll go rollerblade the hell out of that rink,” you reassured him, “Really?” He asked with big doe eyes making you giggle, “Yes silly, I promise,”

Donatello

Donnie always thought back on when he had first left a comment under your work. He was a huge fan of your writing, he came across it while scrolling aimlessly one day and always wondered about the coincidences. How he usually didn’t read stories like yours but it had intrigued him, how he never left comments yet there he went typing out his appreciation

If he hadn’t done those things, he wondered if the two of you would’ve ever met. He thought realistically no, probably not, New York was a big city with millions in it, the fact that you just happened to be there too was an amazing feat in itself. Idealistically he thought the two of you were meant to be, so sure, if not then somewhere in the future the stars would align

After many comments, eventually private messages, and phone calls later, the two of you were going steady. You came over to the lair on most days, Donnie loved having you over, no matter what he was doing if you messaged him asking to come or mentioned thinking about coming he would immediately start cleaning

Cleaning every surface even though he and his brothers knew he was the cleanest among them, he couldn’t help it, everything had to be absolutely perfect for your arrival. “Hey Donnie!” he had one of his robotic arms from his shell hold up his phone to his ear as he continued cleaning “Hey Y/n? Are you at the manhole already?”

“No no not yet, I just wanted to give you, I guess a forewarning..” you chuckled to yourself, though Donnie’s disinfectant spray stopped spraying as soon as you said it, he didn’t understand, he waited for you to continue, “what I mean is, is it cool if I come over to write? I can’t get this idea out of my mind and-“

“OF COURSE!” this would be a first! Donnie was excited, he wanted to pick your brain, ask you about the thought process and where you started when story building. Cleaning forgone as he grabbed the phone with his own hand. “Awesome! I just didn’t want to ruin any plans if you had any,” you said, he heard honking and cars flying by in the background

“Nope, no plans! I can work on a few projects I’ve yet to get to while you write,” he said happily, and he could practically hear the smile in your voice, “Sounds lovely! I’ll be there in a few!”

You surprised him with his favorite pizza! Donnie kissed you on your cheek for your thoughtfulness and protected each and every last slice with his life, keeping it away from his brothers, even as you said you didn’t mind sharing, Donnie surely did, it was his pizza that you bought for him

The two of you worked late into the night once settled in with full bellies, when Donnie checked the time he couldn’t believe it, 6 a.m.? And you didn’t even look tired! Donnie yawned as he put down a tool and stretched in his rolling chair, “I think I’m gonna call it a night!” He groaned as he got up heading towards his bed

“Okay! I’ll be there in one moment just gotta find a stopping point,” you were really concentrated on your work Donnie noted, as you didn’t even look up when speaking. “Alright well don’t take too long, it’s pretty late” he commented again and watched you slowly nod

He fell into bed, and before he knew it he was falling asleep, to the sound of you typing in the distance..

Donnie woke up with a start, eyes shot open as his hand reached out feeling for you, he turned over feeling deflated, had you left? Without a goodbye? Without a kiss? He thought this was a first… one he didn’t really like

Then he heard it, fingers typing at an incredible speed. “Oh no,” he said under his breath as he rolled out of bed. Walking into the lab to see your hunched figure over your computer. “Y/n…” Donnie said slowly

“I’m coming I’m coming,” you said not looking up from your screen. As if hours hadn’t already passed. Donnie walked behind you, and grabbed the rolling chair he had made perfectly to your specs. Pulling you away from the table, away from your computer.

“Donnie!” You said in surprise and he twirled the chair to face him. His mouth dropped open as he saw the state of your eyes, you had beautiful (your eye color) eyes. They looked red and puffy, he thought to himself how irritated they must feel, you blinked a couple of times your eyes trying to adjust to something other than your screen lighting

“Y/n, you never came to bed, it’s 1 in the afternoon,” he said softly. It was your turn to look surprised, “but I think a more pressing matter, is how long you’ve been awake… your eyes shouldn’t be this red after just one sleepless night,”

You sighed, he was too smart for his own good, or maybe it was for your benefit. But you felt horrible to have been caught like this, “it’s been a couple of days,” you admitted and Donnie’s eyes bugged out. “How come last night your eyes weren’t as red?” He questioned you but already had a guess

“Eye drops,” you muttered embarrassed. Donnie shook his head as he crouched down. Putting his hands on your knees and rubbed them. “Y/n that’s not very safe, if you deprive yourself of sleep the effects can be devastating,” he could list at least 20 bad things that could happen off the top of his head but kept it to himself, you already looked pretty upset

“I know… I just sometimes when you’re writing and in a groove it’s hard to stop. Especially since I had that writer’s block. I don’t want to stop and not be able to get back into it,” words were pouring out of you and as much as it physically hurt at the moment, tears started streaming down your face

“I understand, but I don’t think it’s worth it,” Donnie said one hand reaching up to wipe away the tears. “You need to sleep, and if you get writer’s block I’ll be there to get you through it,” you gave him a teary-eyed smile and he picked you up bridal style.

He laid you down gingerly and as he turned away to go grab another blanket your hand reached out holding onto one of his arms, “can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” even as you said it your eyes looked so heavy, it was a matter of seconds before you would pass out

Donnie chuckled, “of course” not mentioning how he would’ve been right back. He got into bed next to you and you cuddled close, kissing him on his neck sweetly, “thanks for this,” you murmured into him. Donnie felt his cheeks flush warm, “only for you,” he said softly as you fell asleep.

Michelangelo

Mikey sighed as he looked at his phone. Refreshing it once, twice, three times a charm? Nope. No new messages. He sighed again, louder this time. He felt lonely, he had his brothers of course but that wasn’t the company he was seeking

Ever since you had gotten this job, you had less and less free time, until one day it was completely gone. He felt like he only ever got a good morning and a good night message from you and it hurt

He hoped it was only because of the job and not the two of you drifting apart and as soon as the thought came into his mind he whimpered

No never the two of you were inseparable! He reminded himself, not letting his mind take a dark turn when you were the brightest light in his life, you were perfect, you worked so hard for everything you got in life, Mikey couldn’t be more proud

He boasted all of your achievements to his brothers, to April, and to Pops! Even the petty criminals when they were all tied up, with the sirens blaring in the distance

Mikey sighed again as he refreshed just one more time, hoping against all hope. Nothing! His frown deepened, what should he do? He was getting worried! It couldn’t be healthy to be working so hard for so long! Didn’t your bosses see that?

“I’m heading out!” Mikey called out to no one in particular, a few acknowledgments came from different sources throughout the lair and he climbed up the ladder to the surface. He’d just go check in at your job, make sure everything was okay, one could never be too careful in New York!

It looked to be a hectic day at the adoption facility. Animals of of all kinds being brought in and out by humans and mutants alike. Mikey walked up to the counter, clearing his throat as he asked, “Is Y/n in today?” He gave the person across the counter a big smile

“Y/n? They just left a few minutes ago!” Mikey looked back at them as if they had just said something in another language. “Really? Ah okay thanks!” He quickly left, pulling out his phone to call you.

On the third ring he groaned, you weren’t picking up! His worry was increasing, he hoped you had made it back to your home by now as he dashed down the sidewalk to your place. He had to call out apologizes as he pushed past others or turned a corner and almost ran into somone

He rang your doorbell twice as he leaned down holding onto his knees. He had ran the whole way there! Mikey was becoming impatient and started knocking on the door calling out your name. “It’s Mikey!” He added on just in case you maybe forgot his voice (it hadn’t been that long)

The door opened suddenly and Mikey looked down to breath a sigh of relief, you were here and not still out on the street possibly in danger! But that was as far as his relief went because as you opened the door wider Mikey saw long gashes along your arms

“What happened!” He asked immediately grabbing at your arms to have a closer look. They looked so painful! “We had some issues at work,” you sighed with exhaustion. Issues was an understatement Mikey thought as he turned your arm over gently only to find more horrible cuts.

“Tell me everything” Mikey prompted as he stepped into your apartment and kicked the door shut with his heel. You explained how a coworker of yours hadn’t been careful enough when and a couple of animals had gotten out and started fighting. You couldn’t help yourself when you heard the commotion and went over to help them. Eventually they just let you handle the whole situation. You sighed as Mikey continued to listen

“These other cuts are from scared or vicious critters, I’m usually the one to care for those too,” Mikey frowned, “Why are you the one who has to do it?” You shrugged explaining how you never really told anyone no when they asked for help. It sounded like your coworkers weren’t the best people, to him it seemed they were taking advantage of your kindness.

It made him sad because it was hurting you, these cuts should be shared not put all on to one person! “I wonder if they’re hiring,” as the thought had passed his mind he realized he had spoken it aloud. You smiled kindly at him, “I can ask”

He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before! It would be like hitting two birds with one stone, being able to protect you from the crazy animals while also being able to spend more time with you. It was perfect! “Alright, I’m gonna go get you some cream and bandages I’ll be right back!”

Mikey said as he let go of your arm and turned to head back to the door. Only he heard your footsteps following him, he twisted his head to look over his shoulder to see you reaching out your hand to him, “Can I come with you?” you didn’t need to explain further, he knew exactly how you felt. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you

“If you’re feeling up to it!” Mikey nodded and took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. You blushed at the sweet gesture. It was a quick trip to the convenience store around the corner before the two of you were back in your apartment.

You were sitting perched on the side of your bed as Mikey applied the cream, you couldn’t help but hiss a couple of times from the sting, he then wrapped up your cuts in the bandages. By the time he was done your forearms looked like a mummy’s and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Mikey smiled at the sound and sat down next to you on your bed. “Until I get the job, can you promise to be more careful?” Mikey leaned back until his shell rested against your comforter, “I was worried about you today,”

You leaned back onto the bed as well, turning your face to the side to look at him, he did the same, “I promise to be more careful,” you said sincerely not wanting him to worry anymore. Then you leaned forward quickly and gave his lips a peck, leaning back just as swiftly

“Thank you Mikey, for caring about me,” Mikey blinked in surprise, he hadn’t expected the kiss, “I’ll always care about you,” He gave you a mega watt smile as he went in for seconds, he met your lips just as you had done, quick and light

You were blushing and so was he, as the two of you continued to smile and gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly

[reverie-starlight]

I'm absolutely down bad for Hawks and also not caught up with the current plot, therefore this seems like the perfect opportunity to ask for some general headcanons with a shy reader!! 🥲🛐🤍

Have a wonderful day (and ofc take all the time you want I just found your post and HAD to request) <33

AHHH thank you so much for this!!! I really hope I didn't mess it up too badly- I'm still trying to get his character figured out so this is going to seem a bit more "trial and error" esque until I get more comfortable with him. It's literally my first time writing for Hawks ever and I'm very excited!!

{Hawks with a shy!reader HCs}

gn!reader, as always :)

much fluff, possibly some inconsistency, a lot of effort lol. tried to keep it as general as possible cause it manifests differently for everyone. 

(I haven’t written in this format for a long time so the beginning is pretty messy and just me organizing my thoughts i’m so sorry you deserve better)

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okay so.

he is not shy at all

but he's not like,,, suuuuper outgoing either

you know what i mean by that, right?

he's easy going but also pretty direct and serious when the occasion calls for it

he radiates comfort and good vibes to me, so i think a lot of people would find it very easy to talk to him

he's also pretty confident

so I think he'd work well with a s/o who's more on the shy/reserved side, you'd compliment each other well

and however your shyness manifests (if it’s on the subtle side or more obvious) he’s prepared to help you out

if it’s something you want to work towards getting over, he’d try bringing you to his office on slower days to meet new people and help you build up some confidence

or to work events where there wouldn’t be any cameras or the general public. he would never throw you into the spotlight like that, but bringing you to places where there’d be a lot of people would be good for breaking you out of your shell

and if it’s something you already have under control and know how to work around, he supports you with that too!!

either way he loves you and accepts the fact that being social isn’t your thing

absolutely melts when he understands you’re finally 100% comfortable around him

he realized this basically the same moment you did- you were in your apartment just hanging out and you started singing along to an overplayed commercial on the TV (you once told him that singing around people wasn’t something you liked doing but it happened so naturally in that moment that his wings rustled in pure happiness). You both just looked at each other for a second in surprise before pulling you onto his lap and kissing all over your face <3

it was pretty early on in your relationship, which makes it that much sweeter to him. it means a lot that you were able to warm up to him so fast.

when you’re alone together, or with your friends/family and you’re comfortable enough to fully be yourself??? lives for that

he’d also never tease you about how different you are in public vs with him. because you’re still YOU, it’s just a more reserved and quiet version of you and that’s okay!! he loves every side of you without a doubt

if it ever got so bad (like to the point where it could be considered social anxiety and not just normal shyness anymore), he’d either wrap his wings around you to calm you down and give you some privacy 

or he’d send a feather to you to hold on to and discreetly comfort you with that

the bird man loves you that’s all <333

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I’m really sorry it took so long to publish, and i’m sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted!! University is insane and I finally had time to write today. 

likes and reblogs appreciated <3

[gonzo-rella]

Just Shy | Edward Teach/Blackbeard

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Requested by: @valoraxx​

Hi!! I was wondering if I could please request a Blackbeard x reader where the reader is extremely shy? Maybe they stutter whenever they see him or try to talk to him. It’s up to you whether or not it’s headcanons or a one-shot. Thank you so much! 💕

Relationship(s): Edward Teach/Blackbeard x gn!reader (implied romantic; possibly platonic), Frenchie x gn!reader (platonic), Lucius Spriggs x gn!reader (platonic)

Summary: When Ed notices how shy you are around him compared to your friends Frenchie and Lucius, he decides that he wants to change it.

Warnings: Nothing you wouldn’t see in OFMD. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.5k

(A/N: The award for least creative title goes to: this fic. In hindsight, this meandered somewhat from the request and I kinda used this as a vessel to fulfil my desire to write for Lucius and Frenchie. Regardless of those aspects of the fic, I hope you enjoy this! Also, go check out my other OFMD fics if you haven’t done so yet! [Insert obligatory begging for OFMD requests])

Any rational pirate would constantly be on the verge of shitting themself if Blackbeard was aboard their ship. After all, even those who weren’t pirates had heard the gruesome tales of Blackbeard. Upon his invasion, the crew was a little anxious (and, of course, awestruck) to say the least. Though, when he proved himself to be far mellower than he seemed in all those stories you had heard about him, the crew’s trepidation seemed to be eradicated… excluding your own.

Ed first fully picked up on this fact when the Revenge was docked at a port. Izzy had barked at you and Frenchie to get on with some cleaning while he, the Captains and the rest of the crew went to pick up some supplies. Unfortunately for Izzy, the crew took this as an opportunity to have a leisurely stroll through the town. The whole ‘stocking up on supplies’ part of the day was viewed as optional (something Izzy would fume about later).

“Prick...” Frenchie grumbled as he polished the railing of the ship. “We’ve been doing this all bloody morning. Everything’s clean enough already. I reckon he just got us to do this ‘cos he likes bossing people about.”

“Well, at least he’s fucked off for a bit.” you tried, mopping the floorboards of the main deck. “I’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have a banging headache.”

Frenchie laughed.

“’Ello, guys.”

You flinched. Without warning, Ed had appeared on the ship.

“Alright, Captain?” Frenchie greeted, seemingly unfazed.

You directed your attention back to the floor and continued mopping, while Frenchie used the conversation as an excuse to get out of working.

“Yeah, thanks, mate.” Ed nodded. “Anyone back yet?”

“No, not yet.” Frenchie answered. “I thought you’d ‘ve been with other Captain.” “I was, but I lost him. Iz wanted a word with me about something. Decided to come back here instead of tracking him down again.” Ed explained as though he lacked interest in his own anecdote. He quickly brightened up when he went on to ask, “What were you guys talking about, then?”

Frenchie exchanged a wide-eyed glance with you. He cleared his throat.

“Nothing, really.” he waved his hand dismissively in a failed attempt at nonchalance. “This and that, y’know.”

“I heard Y/N-” Ed nodded over to you. “Say something about someone fucking off. I think you-” He gestured to Frenchie this time. “Said something about someone being a prick, as well.”

You froze, but returned to mopping with enough vigour to convince someone that Izzy was aiming a gun at the back of your head.

“Oh, uh, yeah. That.” Frenchie faltered. He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we were just... Slagging off Izzy a bit.”

Your grip on the mop handle was so tight that it should have snapped. To your surprise, Ed merely laughed. Frenchie sheepishly joined him. Your mouth was clamped shut.

“That’s fair enough.” Ed shrugged. “I know he can be a bit of a prick sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Frenchie agreed. “Sometimes.”

Ed furrowed his brows. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed in response, continuing as though he wasn’t there. He frowned and paced over to Frenchie, leaning in to whisper, “Hey, mate, is Y/N alright?”

You swallowed your saliva. Frenchie looked over his shoulder at you.

“I’d say so, yeah.”

“Ah, Ed, there you are!”

Ed turned to Stede.

Lucius was trailing behind him, clutching his book and quill to his chest. His eyes landed on you as though he had just stumbled upon a pot of gold.

“Thank God.” the scribe sighed with relief. You watched as he made his way over to you.

“Mind out, Luci, the-”

“Jesus Christ!”

He almost slipped over, but, with the book and quill tucked under his arm, he grabbed your shoulders and regained his balance.

“...Floor’s wet-”

“Look, I like that man- I really do,” Lucius interrupted in a hushed voice, gesturing to Stede (who was now engaged in a conversation with Ed). “But, it’s absolutely mortifying having people stare at us when he’s... loudly dictating everything he wants me to write. He sounds like such a posh prick. And, I kept walking into, like, massive, angry people. I’m surprised I came back alive.”

“I take it you had a nice time, then.” you responded with an amused smirk.

“Fucking dreadful, more like.” he muttered.

“You should’ve lied when he asked which of us were literate. Worked out well for me.”

“I didn’t know you enjoyed Dizzy Izzy’s tinnitus-inducing yelling so much.” Lucius countered, examining the deck. “He’s not gonna be happy when he comes back and you’ve only mopped half the floor. For shame.”

You huffed.

“Fair play.”

“Lucius!” Stede beckoned. “Your services are needed in my cabin.”

You turned your head away from your captain and snickered, while Lucius grimaced.

“Go on, Luci.” you grinned, patting him on the shoulder.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at you.

“Oh, grow up.”

Without almost slipping over this time, he crossed the deck over to Stede, who began to lead Lucius and Ed to his cabin. You quickly turned away when Ed stayed behind for a moment. His eyes briefly darted between you and Frenchie, though they were fixed on you when he called out:

“Good job, you guys!”

“Thanks, boss!” Frenchie answered, giving a thumbs up.

Ed stood there until he realised you weren’t going to respond to his praise, so followed after Stede and Lucius.

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“Where were we, Lucius?” Stede pondered (though Lucius suspected he knew exactly where they’d gotten to). “Ah, yes, I remember. I-”

“Does Y/N not like me?” Ed questioned, much to Lucius’ delight.

“They haven’t slagged you off. Not to me, anyway.” Lucius replied. He knitted his brows. “Why do you ask?”

“They don’t seem to wanna speak to me.” Ed shrugged a little glumly.

“I wouldn’t take it personally, mate.” Stede insisted, patting him on the arm.

“I would.” Ed argued. “They were speaking to Frenchie and Lucius just fine a minute ago.”

Lucius looked up thoughtfully for a moment.

“Did they look a bit like there was a gun to their head when you were trying to speak to them?”

Ed pondered this for a moment.

“Uh, yeah, I s’pose they did a bit.”

“Well, then, that’s just them being shy.” Lucius assured. “They don’t hate you. They just… can’t speak to you. At least, not very well. And, maybe the thought of being around you makes them feel a bit sick. But, it’s nothing to do with not liking you.”

“So, they really don’t hate me?”

“Of course not, Captain.” Lucius dismissed. “Give it some time and you’ll be getting on like a house on fire.”

“Right.” Ed nodded. “Cheers, mate.”

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“L/N!”

You looked up at Izzy from where you were turning the capstan with Jim and Oluwande.

“What are you staring at me for?” he questioned expectantly.

You groaned.

“Yes, First Mate Hands?” you responded dully.

“Captain wants to see you. Head of the ship. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” you mumbled, letting the mop fall to the floor.

As you went to leave, you heard: “Don’t just sit there, Mr. Feeney. Make yourself useful and take over!”

When you arrived at the head of the ship, you realised that you hadn’t bothered to consider which ‘captain’ Izzy was referring to. He didn’t say it with thinly veiled malice, so, in hindsight, you shouldn’t have been so surprised when you saw Ed standing there, gazing off at the ocean.

Upon hearing your creaking footsteps behind him, he turned around and offered you a smile. You swallowed your saliva.

“I-Izzy sent me, Captain Blackbeard, sir.” you stammered, your voice trembling.

Ed chuckled and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Your head whipped around and you stared at his hand.

“Don’t look so terrified, mate. I’m not gonna throw you overboard. ” Ed lightheartedly assured you. Your head instantly whipped around again to look at his face, but you quickly discovered that fixing your gaze on the sea reduced your desire to combust. He paused and peered around for a moment, seemingly in thought.

“This’d be the perfect place to do it, though, wouldn’t it?”

Watching the way your eyes widened, he pulled you in via his grip on your upper arm, something he hadn’t realised would make matters worse.

“I’m only joking!” he exclaimed through a laugh in another (albeit more successful) attempt to ease your evident worries. “I’ll just tell you why you’re here, eh? Before you shit yourself.”

Your face completely fell and heated up all at once.

“Right. So, I’ve noticed that, whenever I try to speak to you, you always look… a bit like I’m about to murder you.” Ed explained. “Now, I’d like for us to be mates, but that’s pretty difficult when you can’t really speak to me.”

“W-why do you wanna be mates?” you questioned.

“I dunno.” Ed shrugged. “You seem like a laugh, when I’ve seen you talking to people who aren’t me, anyway. Might be nice to be mates with you, y’know.”

“Um… thanks, sir.”

“You can just call me Ed, if we’re gonna be mates.”

“Alright… Ed.”

[swervenation]

Swerve x Human Liaison Reader

THIS was supposed to be a short list of headcanons to repay noted Swerve Enjoyer @i-starcreamed​ for all their writing. But. Um. This is actually part 1 of at least 3, and it’s already at ... 1,500 words. So, uh, below the readmore, my take on Swerve with a human liaison who starts out as distant and quiet.

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Here’s a song that reminds me of this chapter, because I’m cringe and made a playlist :3

I've seen stories where the liaison is just kind of rescued and then given a job title to justify their presence on the ship, and while I love that, the "distant and quiet" part of this request is making me think of someone who sought out this position and takes it very seriously. You lay diplomatic groundwork with other organic species the Lost Light is expected to encounter on such-and-such pit stop before contact. On occasions when some organics are rescued, you're in charge of hospitality. Even though you're vastly different from those species biologically, you're a great help facilitating communication between them and the bots. It's not a very flashy job, but they're very grateful to have you on board. Rodimus knows their noble rescue efforts would be meaningless if you weren't around to ensure that his charges didn't die from neglect of some perplexing biological need, such as thirst or sleep. Magnus is certainly appreciative of your professionalism - a trait he hopes rubs off on the rest of the crew.

 But you haven't really connected with any of the crew outside of your job. That's how you view this: as a job. It's a fantastic opportunity - you finally have the chance to study these fascinating life forms up close after years of reading and academic research. The last thing you would want to do is ruin that opportunity by unknowingly committing a social faux pas or becoming entangled in some drama. This isn't to say you don't desperately want to befriend them. You plan on doing so. One day. Once you've learned how to navigate these social situations perfectly, you'll finally talk with some of your crewmates.

 However, you can almost always be found at Swerve's in the evening. There's an out of the way nook with a wide view of the place that you've claimed. There, you alternate between people-watching, working, and relaxing in the pleasant buzzing atmosphere of the bar. At first, some bots were curious about you, and would try to start up conversations. While you were certainly polite, you never really let such chat evolve into anything beyond small talk. Again - one day you'd make connections with them. Once you figured it all out. It didn't take long for everyone to forget about your presence - you just became part of the scenery.

 Swerve himself helped set you up with this perfect spot. The first night, you sat on a seat built for Cybertronians. Not only was it ridiculously big, but you were almost accidentally crushed by Whirl within a minute of arriving. Swerve got you to safety before your brush with death even registered with you. One second, he was behind the bar, the next, he had swiped you out of the way of Whirl's lethally pointy aft. (Suddenly finding yourself held like a football (American) in the crook of his arm distracted you from noticing the spilt engex and shattered glasses he left in his wake when he leapt, to the best of his ability, over the bar at the first hint of danger. Even though you would have found his reckless concern for you moving, he would be very relieved to know that you didn't see any of that.) Before even giving you his name, he quickly escorted you to a quieter corner of the room and motioned towards a well-lit recess in the wall relatively close to the bar. It had a nice view of the whole establishment, and was positioned a few feet above the average bot's height - your view wasn't blocked, and being above eye-level, you were out-of-sight out-of-mind for most bargoers. For your people-watching purposes, it was perfect. There was already a table and two chairs there already.

 "The organic suite," he explained. "Some of your guests stop by here from time to time - I set it up for those of them whose idea of a good night out doesn't involve being crushed to death."

 You thanked him with a beaming smile and introduced yourself as the human liaison.

 "I know," he remarked casually, forgetting for a moment how such an exchange was supposed to go. "I mean - it's very nice to meet you, y/n. I'm Swerve! Welcome to, uh, Swerve's." He held out a servo for you to shake, which you did, gratefully. Such human gestures were uncommon on this ship. As soon as you wrapped your hand around two of his digits, and his knuckles carefully cupped your palm, a small jolt of static electricity ran up your arm, causing you to flinch slightly. This wasn't unnoted by your host, whose concerned reaction, to your estimation, suggested that such a startle was a misstep. When you gave his metal hand two business-like pumps, it moved responded in the most limp-fish handshake way a robot possibly could, as though he feared he might damage you with the slightest move.

 You thanked him again and he had Ten lift you up to your booth. Not only was the "organic suite" practical, but it was surprisingly clean and well lit. You got to jotting down your notes for today and unexpectedly, Ten returned a few minutes later with some water and the dish that, out of the limited fare available to you on the Lost Light, had always been your favorite. In all the excitement, you had completely forgotten about dinner - you assumed it must have been sent here instead of your room when you weren't found there. It would arrive at the same time every night from then on out.

 Unbeknownst to the rest of the bargoers, you took a deep interest in the social life unfolding around you. You intended to learn Cybertronian culture, manners, and friendships inside and out before attempting to actually engage with them. You had been kicking yourself this whole time about your shocked reaction to a twinge of electricity when you shook Swerve's hand earlier. They're robots for God's sake! That's like being shocked that a human's hand was warm! You couldn't let yourself blunder like that again until you were positive nothing would surprise you. In the meantime, you delighted in the gossip you overheard from your nook. You developed one-sided attachments to some of its key players, as though they were characters in a book.

 The most reliable source of gossip is, of course, your bartender. You had barely spoken to him since that first encounter - you would just smile and nod at each other when you arrived like clockwork at the same time each night and ascended the spiral staircase Ten fashioned for you. Nonetheless, you found yourself gravitating towards him. He was loud enough that you could hear him clearly from your spot in the bar (even when he was speaking on more confidential matters), and his voice was distinct enough that you could always pick it out. That voice was quicker and a little higher-pitched than the others, but what stood out most was its delivery. He had a way of punctuating a joke, weaving in suspense, describing even his most mundane observations so colorfully that it took effort to shift your focus elsewhere once he caught your ear.

 As time went on, you found that you cared a lot more about what the other bots were doing when you heard it from his mouth. It was like he was getting better and better at storytelling every night, and he never ran out of material. Even his bartending improved - he mixed drinks with a confident smoothness and the increasingly common flourish. As he spoke, he would flip glasses, bottles, etc. around in his hand, and would sometimes toss a shaker behind his back while mixing. It was like a new glow had started to settle on his face. You would try to research what the new slight blue tint to his face meant, but couldn't find any certain answers in your reference materials.

 You didn't notice how much of your attention he captured until one night, your eye thoughtlessly drifted from your favorite bot down the bar. You jumped in your seat when you found Cyclonus's supicious red eyes trained on you - one of his brows was raised, as though he were trying to parse at whom and why you'd been staring for so long. You broke eye contact quickly and mentally started kicking yourself.   What must he be thinking? That your silent observation implied scheming, or that it was simply very weird? This made you consider your own motives and choices. It did seem rather creepy - and your quick, guilty reaction certainly didn't prove your innocence. It finally hit you how strange your behavior was. What were you thinking? Instead of reflecting on your motives, you decided it would be best to spend some time away from Swerve's.

[quaranmine]

Literally only comfort for me in the lonesome dreams universe is that Watcher!Grian eventually finds out that Jimmy is a listener without Jimmy telling him (recongnizing the wings somehow, Feeling this Weird energy coming from him, Jimmy letting him see some of the destruction powers, noticing the obscuring of things if he ever got pushed to try and See things, idk lol) and through this loophole of Grian finding out but not having had Jimmy tell him Jimmy can finally have some solidarity lol. Also brainrot about whether or not Grian is trying to get them out of the games, and whether the players remember the games, and like how Grian would handle everything and therefore how he’d treat Jimmy, and like them working together to try and escape. And if Grian noticed, who’s to say the Watchers haven’t? Sorry idk if you have any plans and this is super unsolicited but like AJHDKAHDJAHF the brainrot bro I have not stopped thinking about lonesome dreams since I read it yesterday 😭 Like AGHH the way he’s so lonely and his name is Solidarity like,,,,, Ik there’s another fic of yours where it’s canon and I look forward to reading it :)

OMG HELLO ANON!!!!!! no this isnt unsolicited at all, i am literally THRILLED when people talk to me about listener!jimmy, especially lonesome dreams-verse jimmy because it's still one of my fave fics i have done.

i tend to use "lonesome dreams-verse" when talking about fics that take place under these headcanons but honestly, i pretty much base my entire interpretation of jimmy off of this, so it's almost more useful to note when i am not using it lol. so yeah--jimmy in htbahb is the same one from lonesome dreams too! they're not in the same series because one deals far more with the life series than the other, but it's the same deal. if jimmy ever appears in IBW, it will be the same.

this series of fic suffers from.....many ideas and not enough writing LOL. Lonesome Dreams was initially conceptualized as a backstory oneshot to go with a larger multichapter fanfic center on Jimmy. It was set in Last Life (hey, 3 of the southlanders were former evolutionists!) and focused on him using some of his Listener powers to break them out of the games. it was really funny though because i came up with it in the middle of last life before martyn canonized anything watcher related and i accidentally predicted half of it. But I never really was able to get it into an actual fic, lol, so i just wrote Lonesome Dreams instead. I'm still interested in doing a fanfic where Jimmy helps them all break out of the death games, though.

i like your idea of Grian noticing that Jimmy has some weirdness around him and saving Jimmy the trouble of having to tell someone. my general idea is that grian remembers the loops in full because he is a watcher, but everybody else has sort of hazey memories of things. They might rememeber enough to reference things in past seasons, but it isn't enough to realize what's going on. Jimmy, however, also remembers everything because being a Listener makes him more immune to this memory magic or whatever. So that's one opportunity for grian to notice some things--jimmy knows about things he maybe isn't supposed to. imagine that from grian's perspective though lol hes angsting in being the only one to remember xyz and then jimmy pops up knowing something he shouldnt and grian is like TIMMY? TIMMY OF ALL PEOPLE KNOWS THIS?

there was also planned flower husbands Moment in the last life fic where jimmy was sad because scott only sort of-kind of remembered 3rd life, and not any of its intensity or emotion, whereas jimmy remembered all of it and still loved him. oops, i planned to break all your hearts with that one.

i often headcanon that grian doesn't have his full powers in the games, since the watchers are suppressing it. they're not really good at fully preventing grian from doing anything, but they can prevent him from doing a lot of stuff. it's like one versus however many of them there are, right? i'd say at least two watchers in charge of the life series just like evo, but we don't know that. so grian is sort of outnumbered. that's why jimmy could help ;) so grian is wanting to get them out of the games, he just doesn't have the power on his own to successfully do it

as for the watchers knowing about jimmy--i go back and forth on this. i basically think that as long as he didn't use any of his visual powers or his wings and only Listened then they might not know. like, they can Watch you destroy something but you can't see if someone is listening or not. eventually they would find out, though, because he would have to show his hand at some point to get anything real done. martyn says in his lore that the watchers do not like the former evolutionists who are associated with the listeners, since the listeners helped the evolutionists escape (which is why jimmy was helping them in lonesome dreams.) so they Definitely know jimmy is associated, just like martyn and pearl and bigb are, but i havent decided if they know he's a full listener or not.

one of my other lonesome dreams-verse headcanons, that i actually have a half-written oneshot for, is how jimmy's destructive powers go against him. he has some chronic pain issues from this, because it's self-destructive too. it reminded me of my own autoimmune disease--basically my own body attacking itself? kind of happens to jimmy too. but this is because the Listeners are generally not visible to humans. or corporeal. they're very wispy, the sound of the wind in the trees around you, etc and so Jimmy pretty much kept his human body, with just the addition of wings. Meanwhile, as in my fic htbahb, grian looks WAY more like a watcher and is just projecting a more human image of himself all the time. all of that was basically to say that jimmy doesn't look very conspicious to the watchcers in the first place, since he still has a human body. he also got forgotten/ignored by them in evo so....it IS possible they don't know the full extent of his connections with listeners, i think

ultimately, though, i have several formulated ideas of people finding out Jimmy is a Listener, and it mostly comes from him telling them. He's not supposed to tell, of course. But I like putting characters in difficult positions, and I think that with the life series especially, that Jimmy is like. The risks outweigh anything else. He has to tell people, because getting everybody out of the games is a lot more important than potentially upsetting the Listeners. I like putting characters in situations where revealing their secrets is the only way to move forward--this is what happened to Grian in htbahb too, when he has to use his powers to save people (because he ofc cares more about his friend's lives than his own secrets).

Jimmy has a bit of an uneasy alliance with the Listeners in general, because he is on their side and owes them a lot but would probably ultimately rather be free and on his own. they're nice to him, but also a little coercive. I feel like after a couple loops of the game he would probably feel sort of abandoned that they havent helped him yet (whether or not they were trying to doesnt matter, just that jimmy feels like they havent helped.) so he might not feel so bad about telling people xD except that it invites a lot of vulnerability and awkardness to suddenly come forward now, so it would still be very tough.

jimmy and grian are not brothers in lonesome dreams , but i DID have an one-off idea for a oneshot where jimmy admitted he was a Listener to Grian in a scenario where they are siblings. I may write it because it has been plaguing me for like two months now. it would probably get uploaded in the series with lonesome dreams, but might not be The Official Reveal Scene if i want to write something different later, you know? but the way i built this out in my head was SO GOOD lol

it's also worth noting two general dynamics with grian and jimmy. firstly, All the former evolutionists know that he is a watcher. they know that because the watchers told them so when he was taken. now the hermits on the other hand, they do not all know, because they met grian afterward and that's his business that he doesn't always share. but the evolutionists all know and they just like....dont always know if they should talk about it or not. But nobody knows Jimmy is a Listener because he never told anymore. Another interesting thing is that Grian hates the Listeners--he was taught to hate them, by the Watchers! But even after breaking off from the Watchers, it hasn't quite occurred to him that they might have lied to him about the Listeners being bad. Like he was taught a bit of propaganda because of course he was, they were the enemies of the Watchers, but he doesn't really realize they were lying a little? For all grian is concerned, they're just two sets of god-like entities with too much power that he hates. So that's um...a little fun for finding out about Jimmy....

this is. so much information LOL. i have thought about it greatly.

but yeah, jimmy needs a little support :( i think the listeners would be unhappy if he told people, but i think they would get over it eventually. BOTH jimmy and grian probably need to know there is someone else out there who has had some similar experiences. they're two lonely little birds :((((((

[findmeabowlofundertale]

So, I mentioned the “long version” of that last bit of Asteri’s story… and decided I’m just gonna post it. It is long. Things are subject to change but this is how I’m working through my headcanons.

Here’s the art that immediately precedes this, and the part that follows this

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She did it. She literally just went up to the most renowned scientist in the entire underground and asked if he had a moment to talk about fonts.

And he had turned around, surprised, and then grinned and said sure.

And now they were sitting in the coffee shop he’d just come out of, and he was looking at her expectantly— though not, it seemed, impatiently— and she was frozen. This was not even remotely what she had expected. What had she expected? Well… she supposed she’d expected a much older looking man, though maybe skeletons were just like that? He certainly seemed energetic and peppy for someone who had, according to rumor, been alive since before the war. Maybe it really was just a rumor… But even so, she hadn’t anticipated that the most brilliant scientific mind in the underground would even consider sparing her a moment, much less suggest sitting down to talk! He even offered her some donuts. (Though perhaps it was just to be polite… but there was a lemon-filled one in there, and it looked so good, so maybe it wouldn’t be rude if she took him up on the offer and just ate one.)

She also hadn’t expected him to use sign language. (Though, seeing him summon magical hands to sign with while his actual hands were holding the donuts and a cup of coffee did make her feel better about her own lack of hands, and subsequently the magical ones she had to summon sometimes. She was a bit self-conscious of them.) He wasn’t deaf, it seemed, he’d heard her greet him from behind, and she didn’t exactly have lips to read. So, mute? Well, it wasn’t her business, and she wasn’t about to pry, but she was now more hesitant to ask her questions. What if it was insensitive to ask about how fonts were spoken if he couldn’t speak? Wasn’t that sort of a big part of skeleton society?? God, she had no idea what she was doing. But he did seem excited to talk to her… for some reason.

Apparently she’d been quiet for too long, because the doctor finally asked, “What would you like to know?”

Could she say “everything”? Probably not. She cleared her throat. This was no time to lose focus. Courteous as he was being, he probably still had a tight schedule. She needed to make the most of this opportunity.

“Well, uh, there are a couple things.” And of course she didn’t have her notes. “For one, I was wondering if uh, i-if different types of monsters speak in different fonts. S-See, I’m really interested in how some of the monsters in Waterfall speak, like the Temmies! I know their grammar and pronunciation is a bit strange, but it seems like more than that. And- And Aarons! It seems like they’re… like they’re winking at you, almost? When they talk? If that makes any sense?? Or Woshuas! Something about their pronunciation of second person pronouns, sometimes, is really similar to Temmies, but I haven’t been able to find any cultural ties or parallels that might indicate why? Temmies keep to themselves, and Woshuas do too unless they’re cleaning something, but there’s not… um…”

She looked up, flushing at the realization that she’d started rambling instead of asking this like a dignified academic.

“I-I apologize, Doctor, I got carried away.”

He surprised her, though. He didn’t look bored, or irritated. He was smiling. (Well— he seemed to have a perpetual smile, but it changed, in small ways.) And his eyes sparkled with genuine interest. More than any of that surprised her though, was the fact that he laughed. Not at her, no, he laughed like someone who was actually delighted with the conversation, like someone who couldn’t wait to share a piece of interesting information. And darn if it wasn’t the most charming thing she’d ever heard.

(Maybe he wasn’t mute?? Gah, it still wasn’t her business.)

His gaze turned back to her, eyes still crinkled in a smile and alight with amusement. “No need to apologize,” he signed. “You ask excellent questions. I can’t say I’ve met another monster who has ever noticed such patterns enough to mention them. I suppose I began to think that only skeletons noticed such things.”

Crap. Maybe the was a bad idea after all—

“It is refreshing to meet someone who can… hear, for lack of a better word, the patterns in others’ words.”

Oh. Maybe not.

“To answer your question, no. Different monsters do not speak in different fonts, though that is an excellent theory for what you have described, for one who cannot see the speech of others. Only skeletons speak in different fonts.”

Asteri wasn’t sure whether to deflate or puff out her chest. At least he didn’t seem condescending. Still, her theory that she’d been sitting on for over a year now had been shot down, just like that. There had to be some explanation! “Then… is there anything remarkable about the way Temmies’ speech looks? Or any of the other monsters I mentioned?”

At this, Dr. Gaster chuckled. No, that wasn’t the right word. It was more like… like a giggle. Asteri almost couldn’t believe it.

“Yes. Temmies’ speech has varying capitalization in the middle of words and sentences. Spoken grammar aside, they also use improper grammar for written language as well. For example, they sometimes use the letter “u” in place of the word “you.””

As he finger spelled the explanation of “you” versus “u,” several things began to click into place in Asteri’s mind. She learned forward in excitement, eyes glittering. “Woshuas! They say it the same way! Do they say the letter instead of the word as well?”

Dr. Gaster smiled knowingly. Almost, dare she say, proudly. “Indeed they do.”

This was too fascinating. How she wished she had her notes! “What about Aarons?”

He made a face somewhere between amusement and fond exasperation, though it didn’t seem to be directed at her. “Aarons actually append “emoticons” to their speech. I believe the particular one they often use is called a…” He paused for a moment, seeming to search for the right term, before grimacing slightly, like he was unsure if he was about to say the right thing. “… a “winky face?””

Asteri stared at him. “You’re pulling my leg.”

“I am not!” He laughed again, just a little. “They really do!”

She sat back in her seat to process that. “Incredible…” So there really was an explanation for those seemingly inexplicable speech patterns. Monsters’ speech was literally reflective of their personalities and cultures, beyond just their word choice and inflection. There was a whole other layer to it, one she never would have been able to figure out on her own. She shook her head in wonder. “Absolutely incredible.”

Dr. Gaster seemed quite pleased. “Glad I could be of assistance. Miss…? Or is it Doctor? I apologize for presuming.”

“Oh! Oh my god, I never introduced myself. I’m so sorry. No, not doctor. Heh, maybe one day. My name is Asteri.”

He perked up slightly. “Ms. Asteri. A nice name. Not unlike Aster. That was a common font.”

She paled slightly. What did she say to that? “O-Oh? Yeah, my parents… they missed the stars, so they named me after them. That’s why I grew up in Waterfall, as well.”

He nodded, humming in agreement. “The ceiling stars. Yes, beautiful. But they pale in comparison to the real ones…”

Well, that answered how old he was. Best not let the conversation wander to something painful, though. His eyes looked far away.

“Um! So, Aster? You said it was a common font?”

“Ah.” Oh, that was a verbal sound. “Yes, you had questions about fonts. Please, go ahead.”

She swallowed. Here went nothing. “So, if… other monsters don’t use different fonts, just different capitalization, grammar, and punctuation patterns, then… what are fonts, exactly?”

This question apparently did not offend him, thank goodness. In fact, he looked rather excited to talk about it. “Fonts are exactly what they seem like: different styles of letters. Typefaces. For skeletons, they are also our names. Aster, Calibri, Arial, Palatino Linotype, Lucida Calligraphy, Garamond, Impact, Stencil… For the most part, they do not affect how our speech… sounds. It is difficult to describe, forgive me. The way speech sounds and the way it looks is not always easy to explain as separate concepts.

“There are— were— different types of fonts that a skeleton could have. Serif, sans serif, handwriting, stylized or artistic, and ciphers. The first two were the most common. Handwriting, stylized, and artistic fonts were less so. And ciphers were the rarest. Cursive or calligraphic handwriting fonts were smoother sounding, lilting, flowing. Sometimes they sounded more pretentious. Stylized and artistic fonts tended to sound more… unique. Louder, but not in actual volume. Similar to uppercases, but in a different way. Sometimes they were more difficult to understand, but whether that was because they sounded different or simply were more difficult to read, I… I do not remember.”

Having summoned a magical hand, Asteri had located a pen and taken to frantically scribbling on a napkin, absolutely enthralled. She’d have to come back to what he meant by uppercases. At this point, she was too intrigued to filter her questions through the previous levels of politeness. “Was there any, um, separation o-or class associations to certain kinds of fonts?”

Dr. Gaster shook his head. “No. Not usually. Though with one general exception.” He did not elaborate on that exception, so she didn’t ask. “As we aged, we usually learned to use more than one font. Some skeletons would adopt one that they felt better fit their personality and changed their name. But generally, the font we first speak is our name, and the one that is most… comfortable.” He hesitated, as if he was going to say more, but ultimately rested his hands on the table and went for another donut.

“That’s so interesting.” She meant it, too. “What, um, what was the purpose of learning multiple fonts?”

“Another excellent question!” He sat up straighter and smiled again, looking like a professor about to explain a topic he was particularly fond of. Though, Asteri supposed he had sort of had that air about him this entire time. He would have been a fun professor… But that train of thought was swiftly derailed within the split second it took to form as he began signing again. “Fonts can be used to express ourselves! That is what magic is primarily used for, no? In everyday life, that is. Many of us had fairly fixed facial expressions, as I do. I was considered on the more expressive side, if that is any indication. While eye glowing was one way to express ourselves, it more often indicated mood and intention. Font changes could indicate tone, familiarity, and context. For example, if one were to give a highly formal presentation to a group of academics, it was generally considered good form to speak in a more proper, serifed font. There were exceptions, of course, for those who were too young to have learned multiple fonts, or who were unable to.”

Before Asteri could ask what he meant by ‘unable to learn other fonts,’ he took a bite of his donut and kept going.

“It was not unacceptable to speak in one’s own font in such situations, that is. It was simply a custom to use serifs for academic or other formal purposes. Sans serif fonts were generally more casual, though not always. Calibri, for example, was considered a formal sans serif font. I knew a Calibri, actually… brilliant mind.” He shook his head after a second, as if to clear the memory away. “Colorful or artistic fonts could be used emphatically or for comedic purposes. Handwriting fonts, such as various calligraphies, might be used if reciting poetry or prose, singing a love song, or to emphasize the elegance of something. More straightforward handwriting fonts were common among the much older skeletons, and were used between old friends, or, among us younger ones, to show a level of familiarity and friendship. A bit like giving someone a handwritten letter, but aloud. However, it was also common for skeletons who were very close to speak each other’s fonts. Families, for example. Children, naturally, learned their parents’ fonts, and parents learned their children’s fonts. If they did not, it was assumed that they did not have a warm relationship, unless there were circumstances that prevented the learning of other fonts. Married couples, of course, learned each other’s fonts, as did many close friends. There were many contexts for speaking to a person in their own font, you see…” He finished his donut and continued. “By the end of their life, a skeleton could usually speak in, at the very least, a dozen fonts. Oftentimes, it was much more than that. It was generally considered polite in academic circles to use the font of the person you were citing or quoting from, so scholarly skeletons often could speak many, many more. As society went on, and more fonts developed, it was increasingly common for people to know many fonts. It came much more naturally to some, who may not have ever needed to see a font spoken before to speak it themselves.”

Asteri’s head was spinning. This was utterly fascinating. She was running out of napkins to write on. And she still had so many questions! Where to even start?

“I— um, firstly, wow! This is- This is amazing. Second, I, uh, I have some questions! I thought you said other fonts besides serifed and sans serif were uncommon? But people still used them? S-Sorry, I might have misunderstood.”

Dr. Gaster shook his head. “Do not apologize for questions. They are how we learn. Yes, other fonts like handwriting and artistic or stylized fonts were uncommon, but not in the sense that they were not spoken. I did not explain. They were uncommon as a skeleton’s personal font. It was not often that one was born speaking, for example, League Script. A cursive font. But it could be spoken with only a little more difficulty than common fonts. The more complex a font, the less common it was as a skeleton’s personal font. Though, if two skeletons with, for example, calligraphic fonts had a child, there was a higher chance that child would have a cursive or calligraphic font, but it was not guaranteed. That is why there was rarely any sense of class division by font; there was no guarantee that two fonts would produce a similar font in their offspring.”

Asteri nodded as she finished scribbling that down. “That makes sense.”

The temptation to ask what his font was— or used to be— was becoming almost unbearable, but she mentally elbowed herself with the reminder that it wasn’t her business. If he wasn’t sharing, then he didn’t want to. She had other questions anyway.

“You’ve mentioned a few times that some skeletons couldn’t… learn other fonts?”

At this he nodded, more seriously this time. “Yes.”

Immediately sensing the shift in tone, she hurriedly spoke again before he could get into it. She didn’t want him to feel obliged to explain everything she asked about just because he hadn’t spoken to anyone about his people’s culture in so long.

“Um! You don’t have to tell me about it, though, if you don’t want! Please, please tell me if I overstep at all. I don’t know what’s rude to ask about. We can talk about something different! Uhh! W-What about….” She quickly flipped through her napkin notes. “Ciphers! You, uh, you mentioned those at the beginning, but haven’t since. What, uh! What sort of context were those used in?”

Dr. Gaster studied her for a moment, a sort of weariness now where the former excitability had been earlier. Still, it didn’t feel directed toward her— it seemed many things weren’t. He was still for a few seconds, a distant, tired-looking smile in place, but then resumed signing. “Subterfuge. Secrets. Spying. As I said, very rare.”

“O-Oh…” It felt like she had crossed a line. What line, exactly, she wasn’t sure, but there was something. “I’m… I assumed you meant rare like you did with other fonts. Like being born speaking…” She trailed off, then smiled awkwardly. “Aha, I’m sorry, I guess maybe that’s silly of me to have assumed someone would naturally speak in a cipher.”

His smile tightened, just a little. It looked ever so slightly… pained? “It is a little silly, isn’t it?”

She felt her face heat up with magic. At least he hadn’t berated her. “Um! Can I ask about them? Like, what they sounded like?”

He didn’t answer at first. It seemed like he was debating over something in his mind. Asteri tried not to fidget under the silence.

“I am unsure I could describe them,” he responded at last. “To skeletons, the sound of speech and the shape of words are so intertwined that describing the sound of words that do not look like other words, independently of their shape is… alien. It is like trying to describe the complexities of different foods to someone who can only sense the taste but not the texture.”

“Oh… I see,” said Asteri, admittedly a little disappointed. “What did they look like, then?”

Dr. Gaster’s smile returned. “That, I can show you. May I?” He gestured to her pen, which she handed over. While he wrote on a new napkin, a pair of bluish magical hands manifested near him to sign. “There were several ciphers. Zapf Dingbats, Pigpen, Runes of the Dragon, just to name a few. Here is Pigpen, a well-known and simple cipher. Once one understands how it works, its symbols have clear correspondence to the common alphabet, with an intuitive ordering and pattern.”

He turned the napkin around to face her, and she studied it. Oh, yes, she’d seen this before. A simple “code” some of the other children knew and shared when she was young. She had no idea it could be spoken. No, she couldn’t say she had any idea what this would sound like spoken aloud.

“I’ve seen this before, actually,” she told him with a smile. “I didn’t realize it was a font.”

He returned the smile. “One of the oldest ciphers.”

They continued their conversation for a long time. A bit more about the looks of ciphers— none were as straightforward as Pigpen, apparently, but he didn’t linger on the topic for long. More on the intricacies of different fonts and their contextual usage, more about skeleton culture, and onto other linguistic topics. It went on much, much longer than Asteri had anticipated. In fact, it only really ended because the owner of the shop told them that it was closing time. They stood and left, and she hadn’t noticed earlier in her tizzy, but he was tall, even taller than she was, which was pretty considerable to begin with.

Once they were outside, she stopped and turned to face him, unable to help the grin that split her face even more than usual and crinkled her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough, Dr. Gaster. For your time, and for everything you shared. It was an- an invaluable learning experience.”

If she was grinning, he was beaming. “I was happy to share. As I said at the beginning, I have not had the chance to talk about my people’s history and culture in many, many years. Decades, at least, if not a century or more. I truly enjoyed this. I would have liked to hear more about your work, Ms. Asteri, if not for shop closing.” He looked down at the nearly empty box tucked under one arm. “Thank you for helping me eat all of those donuts, by the way.”

She waved her wings back and forth in front of her. She knew she should have stopped after that first lemon-filled one. “No, no! Thank you for letting me have some! I feel bad for whoever you were going to share them with. If I’d been thinking I would have bought you another box of them before the shop closed.”

“They were all for me anyway,” he responded, swiftly and flatly.

Asteri tried and failed to hold in a snort of startled incredulity, which was immediately followed by a poorly restrained giggle. God, no, she couldn’t laugh at the Royal Scientist, no matter how unexpected…!

Dr. Gaster grinned, rather slyly actually, at this and continued before she try to apologize. “You did not deprive anyone of tasty confections,” he declared. “Only saved me from eating the entire box.”

She muffled another snicker.

He feigned mild offense. “I could get heart disease from all these, you know.”

At that, she burst into laughter. The late hour combined with the absurdity of it all: the Royal Scientist, a centuries-old skeleton, standing here outside a donut shop cracking jokes about his horrendously unhealthy eating habits and the very notion that he could, as a result, somehow get—

“High cholesterol! Diabetes! At the very least, a horrible stomachache. Look, Ms. Asteri, you’ve done wonders for my arteries.”

She howled. He grinned.

“At least for tonight.”

As she caught her breath, she shook her head. Dr. Gaster had been nothing like she had thought. “Well, I’m glad I could help you in that regard,” she said at last.

He hesitated, glancing away for a moment. “I truly did enjoy our conversation, and I meant what I said about wishing to hear more about your work. My schedule is rather… erratic. But if you wouldn’t be opposed, perhaps, when there is time, you could tell me more of your findings?”

Her eyebrows shot upward, eyes widening. “Oh, um! Sure! I didn’t think you’d— But if you want, then…?”

His eyes lit up— literally. A pale green surrounded them as he beamed and whipped out his phone. “Wonderful! Here, let me give you my phone number.”

Alright, this was happening??

“If I don’t answer, I am just busy, so try again at a different time!”

“A-Alright…”

“I mean it. I am very difficult to get ahold of, but not out of disinterest. I simply get distracted.”

“Okay, sure. That’s fair.” Like hell she was going to just call up one of the most important people in the underground to see if he was free to chat. This was a fluke. No matter how much he enjoyed it, there was no way this would end up happening again. So there was no need to start a game of phone tag.

“And…” He looked a bit sheepish. “May I have yours as well?”

Asteri blinked. Oh. “Y-Yeah. Sure, that’s fine.”

He handed her his phone, she put her number in and saved herself as a contact, then gave it back.

“Thank you.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Silence.

The first awkward silence since she’d asked about skeletons who couldn’t learn other fonts.

“Well! I- I wish you safe travels home, Ms. Asteri. I should… also leave.”

“Right! Yes. Thank you! Um. S-Safe travels to you, also.”

“Ah, well, I live… a few streets away.”

She wanted to crawl into a hole. Obviously he lived in the capital!! Her whole face warmed. He looked almost just as awkward about having corrected her.

“Okay, um, g-goodnight, then, Doctor!”

“Yes, goodnight!”

As she turned and left (using all of her self-restraint not to take off running— until she turned a corner, at least) she comforted herself with the thought that at least she wouldn’t ever get to talk to him again, following that unbelievably awkward farewell. She got tons of amazing information, had a wonderful time, and now she could just leave it at that. No worries about following up, no need to agonize over what she would say next time to make up for whatever had just happened. She wasn’t ever going to see him again. Because like hell she was going to call up the Royal Scientist. And there was no chance he would be the one to contact her. No, they were both busy professionals, and he was certainly even busier than her. She was sure that a man as busy as he was wouldn’t even notice that she never called. This had absolutely been a coincidence, a fortunate happenstance, and no attempts at contact or planning would replicate this. Which was fine! This would just be a great story to tell her friends and peers. No, she had no preconceptions that she and Dr. Gaster would ever speak again.

Until her phone rang with his number a month and a half later.

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HIIII, I know it's completely random to come and ask about this, but curiosity was already killing me! I really wanted to know your favorite fanfics/users about our community of 5 rises from the shadows every 1 fanart posted per year 🤩 (Laughing at the misery)

But anyway, I'm just asking because you'll always be my favorite even after years, for me no one will ever be able to understand and write the characters exactly the way I imagine you do, and I wanted to know a little more about your point of view on PPG fanfics/creators. (Please never stop even with random headcanons during the week because I need them to make my month happier and survive in this fandom 😭)

The main question is right in the first part, but I just wanted to be able to express a little bit how much I love your profile, even though I'm not very good with words... Thanks for reading this far! ♡ (Sorry if I got some words wrong, English is not my first language and it doesn't even make the top 3. This is my first question on this app, i'm hoping to make a comeback, so please ignore the mistakes for I can sleep peacefully tonight 😀 God I'm addicted to emojis)

Thank you so much! <3 This is so sweet! Really, it means a lot that you like my characterizations so much. It took a lot of practice :) Please don’t apologize for anything!! gosh, this is such a hard ask because there are literally only five people, like you said 😂😂 I feel like I’ve been out of the game for a bit, so if there’s been any new exciting fan stuff, I haven’t seen it.

When it comes to favorite users, I’ve made a lot of friends over the years. A lot of those people have deactivated or moved on after CW announced their show, so, for simplicity, I’m not going to name anyone because I’d feel bad leaving someone out. But truly, I’ve liked everyone I’ve had the opportunity to talk and bond over the show with. The little corner I’ve hung out with is a good group, and it’s nice to still see old faces pop up every once in a while. If anything, I haven't deleted or let go of this blog because I don’t want all the fun posts we’ve made to go too. I like them being somewhere, and it’s still important to me.

With respect to fics I’ll give you three! Whenever I’m asked this, I always link The Notion of Loss by Gold Scribbles (completed). It’s one of my faves. It’s dark. There’s major character death, and it’s not cutesy (which is what I prefer), but I loved loved loved the characterizations.

My next fave fic is no longer available 😭 (or at the very least, I can no longer find it). The premise involves the rrb coming back. Their goal was to kill the girls. They jumped Bubbles to get their attention and attacked her to the point of disfigurement. Of course, Buttercup and Blossom are out for blood via enhanced antidote-X. They end up capturing Boomer as bait (call back to the og show), and are able to fight Brick and Butch. Buttercup kills but not without Butch doing the classic “See, you’re as bad as me! Haha!” which she ends up internalizing in the post-time skip. Blossom ends up killing Brick but at the sacrifice of her own life, which is the only way to stop him, and the scene where she comes to peace with things is heart-wrenching. The epilogue shows Buttercup lamenting over Butch’s last words and honoring her sister by finishing her work. Bubbles, with scarring that never healed, visits Boomer in jail, who she sees every week to spend time with him. She’s kind and polite because she believes he can be better, and it drives him crazy. AND I LOVVVVEEED IT. But it’s gone now. And it hurts.

My third rec is Pencils Tell a Little Too Much by Iminaloine (completed). It's a Butch-centric fic that explores how he's able to channel his anger and more intense emotions through art, which is 10/10!!

And because one of my fic recs doesn't have a link, here's 2 extra! everybody screams at the end of the world by fuckin-rodent (incomplete). While it's incomplete, it sets up a post-apocalyptic story like no other. I also really like heartsickness by the same author, which is a greens story.

Finally, while I don’t want to stop making stuff for you, I’ve obviously slowed down :(( The blog's still on hiatus; I'm sorry! I finished school and have recently started a new job. I don't know when I'll have time to more consistently update, which I know I've been saying for years now, but that's just growing up sometimes :/ And because I've been so busy, I'm feeling pretty uninspired about things. I haven't written anything new in months for any of my own writing projects or fandoms.

I do have another fan blog for my general fan interests that I sometimes write on (justanotherfanwriter). I can't guarantee you'll find something you like, but I'm more active on there solely because that's where I reblog a larger variety of fan content and sometimes write one-shots for other fandoms. But when it comes to the fics, again, I haven't been very inspired, so there isn't much there. It's pretty devoid of my own content, actually. So, I don't have many friends through that blog!

I also have a side blog for my own writing projects, but that has a dismal, like, 10 posts on it because I've got nothing up in my brain rn. Also, it's harder to write when you have no friends to brainstorm with! I def need more friends who'd talk about personal projects with me, not just fanfics!! If anyone has made it this far down the post, let me know if this is something you'd be interested in (just for shits and giggles at this point nothing serious)

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OK i said i would talk about it so that’s what i’m gonna do. here is a somewhat(?) organized version of my headcanons for the timeline between sr1 and sr2 because there’s a few contradictions between events as well as the timing of some events not making any sense to me personally from a storytelling perspective. so if you read something that you know isn’t said like that in-game, i know. this is just how i like to interpret it. enjoy!

To really start this timeline, I need to set two things straight: 

Prior to the start of the game, Julius knew immediately that Troy was an undercover cop and was using that to his advantage. Troy was aware of this as well, and the two had an odd, unspoken stalemate of sorts. 

Ultor as a company had been hoping to expand for a long time, but did not have the confidence in moving forward in Stilwater just yet, despite having the means to do so. They were playing the long game.

Summer of 2006 (June-September):

Julius and Troy save Playa (who I’m just gonna refer to as Anteros for my own sake going forward) from being killed. A day or two later he joins them.

The defeat of the gangs is going on concurrently over the course of several months. 

After the defeat of the gangs, Julius is pulled over and arrested by Chief Monroe; Troy had no idea this was happening at the time. Monroe had been in pretty constant contact with Troy during his whole time undercover, but given Troy’s pretty apparent soft spot for the Saints, he did not inform him of this whole plan. It was only later (right before Monroe’s death) that he became aware at all. 

Mayor Winslow is killed, as is Chief Monroe shortly after. 

Alderman Hughes invites Anteros to his yacht, which is promptly blown up thanks to a bomb placed by Julius.

Troy, having been nearby, sees the explosion and the floating body of Anteros and drags him out of the water. Anteros is dying in his arms, and Troy calls an ambulance and keeps him alive for as long as possible. 

Late Summer/Early Autumn of 2006:

Anteros is in the regular hospital (under police guard) while he stabilizes.

At some time around here, Dex approaches Troy with his suspicion that he’s an undercover cop. He tells him that he’s planning on leaving the Saints soon—not because of an Ultor job offer; that hasn’t happened yet—because he’s wanted out for a long time. He feels stuck and unable to achieve what he wants to, and he just wants to make sure he won’t have any trouble from Troy because of his Saints affiliation. 

Troy leaves the Saints and goes back to the police department. Dex is the one who reveals it to other Saints, particularly Johnny.

The Saints are in shambles at this point. They have no idea where to go from here. Julius, Troy, and Anteros (and Lin, though she’d been dead for awhile at this point) are all gone now. Dex and Johnny have been butting heads on what to do now, but the Saints haven’t dissolved just yet. Johnny thinks they can still move on, also assuming Anteros will wake up soon. Dex thinks they should quit while they’re ahead, that this was never gonna be a forever thing and that Anteros is dead. 

Sometime in the fall, Dane Vogel shows up to the church. He talks to them, and singles out Dex in particular as someone he’s interested in talking to further. He hands Dex his business card and tells him to call him to discuss some job opportunities. Dex takes the card but does not give an answer right away. Johnny watches this happen.

Anteros is transferred to the prison hospital, completely comatose and only being kept alive on the orders of Troy who, though not the police chief, has gained enough good will and notoriety to be able to have a say in this. Currently the Stilwater PD have an interim chief. 

Dex calls back Dane and accepts the job, leaving the Saints for good.

Summer 2007:

Johnny attempts to kill Troy, but fails. Troy does have a permanent scar on the side of his head from the bullet, though. Johnny is arrested but Troy makes sure to keep him safe while he’s behind bars. 

Summer 2008:

Dex, having been put in charge of a church restoration project when he got his job at Ultor, unveils the finished result of his two-year long effort. He opens the restored church along with Dane and Julius.

Summer 2009:

Troy is officially made the chief of police. He’d had a pretty big voice when it came to police affairs already because of everything he’d done while undercover, but now he was officially in charge. Now he has an easier time keeping an eye on both Johnny and Anteros.

Mid-to-Late 2010: 

Johnny’s trial begins and would go on for several, several months. 

Summer 2011:

Anteros wakes up and eventually breaks out of prison with the help of Carlos. Due to Troy’s influence, he’s kept pretty safe from being arrested and sent back to jail. Same goes for Johnny when Anteros breaks him out of the courthouse.

Before the events of the game really get going, Johnny gives Anteros some time to really just soak in the new Stilwater. He and Aisha are more than willing to explain some of the changes to him, but think it’s best if he just sees for himself. 

Afterwards, Johnny and Anteros get to work bringing the Saints back. 

Similarly to the first game, the defeat of the gangs happens concurrently over the course of several months. 

I could go on and talk about epilogue stuff as well as my timeline/ideas for my SRTT/SRIV rewrite but I might save that for a separate post. If you wanna chat/ask about any stuff on here go for it. There's several more like...layers to a lot of this in my head and I'd be happy to elaborate.

[crtter]

Maybe you've answered this before but I would love to hear any strange, trivial headcanons you have of Iyami! <3

!!! It’d be my pleasure! I love sharing headcanons about Iyami, heh, I have a ton of them! Let me think of some I haven’t talked very extensively about in the past…

The reason you’re only able to see three teeth in Iyami’s overbite is because one of his upper incisors is crooked inwards. I actually illustrated how that would work irl once:

Iyami isn’t Iyami’s first OR last name, (although his name can be read as Iyami if you interpret the kanji differently). It’s a stage name he adopted for when he tried a career in show biz and it stuck.

Iyami is nonbinary! He didn’t have the word for how he felt during most of his life since he was born in the 60s, but he did make up his own completely gender neutral personal pronoun, a tidbit about him that’s 100% canon by the way, since the manga! I like to think that, in recent times, he identifies with the genderless subculture of Japan: he enjoys looking slightly feminine / gender neutral in his outward presentation and doesn’t really care much whether he’s referred to by masculine or feminine terms.

Iyami started wearing his Cuban heeled boots because he noticed the sextuplets were growing to be as tall as he is at their adult height and he couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to look down on them. His heels give him one and a half extra inches in height.

Iyami has taken ballet classes throughout his childhood and is actually certified to teach it, which always surprises people because basically every other credential he’ll present to get jobs is completely forged.

Iyami’s favorite movie is Amélie (2001). He can quote it in its entirety and he always sheds a few tears when he watches it.

Iyami has had a few opportunities to actually go to France that would have gone without a hitch but in the end he kind of… chickened out and gave up on the last minute. He’s afraid France won’t live up to his expectations and, if that’s the case, what is he even going to look forward to in his life? He’d be braver about it if he had someone to go with him and reassure him it’ll all going to be alright… maybe someone who has lived in France themselves… whose name starts with a T… what were we talking about again?