#I accidentally made this super tiny but whatever

[cartoonsbyandie]

Sometimes you just see a post and have a need

#dcmk #detective conan #kogoro mouri #mouri kogoro #case closed #edogawa conan #hattori heiji #conan edogawa #amuro tooru #furuya rei #genta kojima #heiji hattori #masumi sera #sera masumi #yoko okino #I accidentally made this super tiny but whatever

[candycandy00]

The most hilarious thing in the world to me is watching all the right wing morons freaking out over X-Men 97 being “woke” and accidentally revealing that they have in fact never read an X-Men comic book and if they watched the old cartoon at all, it was only in passing and they never paid attention to it.

I’m not even talking about the fact that the X-Men have always met their definition of “woke”, even from the very beginning. No, I’m talking about the utterly baffling number of straight up factual errors I see them spouting. It’s absolutely embarrassing. They present themselves as fans, and are the exact type of guys who would gatekeep comics and assume any random woman in a comic store is a “fake fan”, but they have no clue about some of the most iconic elements from both the comics and the old cartoon!

I watched a video by a guy who had no idea Morph was a character in the old cartoon, and had never even heard of the Age of Apocalypse (one of the most famous X-Men stories in existence). I watched another by a guy freaking out over Storm’s Mohawk, not realizing it’s part of one of her most iconic looks from the 80’s. He showed a picture of her in her first costume from the comics (on a cover of X-Men Classic of all things) that looked way sexier than she was normally drawn when wearing that costume. Then said they “toned down” her look for the original cartoon, not knowing that her cartoon look was an exact replica of her look in the comics when the cartoon was made. They didn’t tone down anything. That was just what she looked like in the comics at the time.

The new cartoon is great. And I say this as a person who was totally obsessed with the old cartoon to the point that it worried my parents. To the point that I (a super calm and well behaved child) threw a massive tantrum when I realized the VCR had failed to record a new episode while I wasn’t home and cried on the couch for hours. To the point that my entire family still, to this day, knows every character’s name (and real name!) without ever watching the show because I talked about it so much.

I’ve never had a problem with “fake fans” of anything, because I figure if you fake something like that, odds are good that you’ll end up genuinely getting into whatever you’re pretending to like. And more fans of something is always a good thing in my book. But when those fake fans are actively trashing something I love just to grift to their narrow minded audiences, using completely false information, it’s ridiculous.

Honestly I wish I could just force these guys to read any storyline from Claremont’s 80’s run. It doesn’t even matter which one. They’re all solid gold. But maybe reading something so freaking great would open their tiny minds just a little bit.

#X-men #x men #x men 97 #Candy rants

[feralforfrank]

part two-ish? of this.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER

cw idk cursing? NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n like, two people asked for more, so ..... voilà.

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once you start dating simon, you gradually ease up on the mean nicknames and glaring. your stares aren't as mean as they were when he spilt that beer all over you, or when he took you to what was the possible worst date of your life just to piss you off (don't worry, he made up later).

he doesn't fully escape your wrath, though. he forgot to pick you up from the grocery store in the middle of january, when you had specifically asked him to keep an eye on his phone and wait for your call. he ended up falling asleep while half-watching a documentary and petting your cat.

you had to walk home, which wasn't that bad, considering you thankfully weren't carrying many bags, but you were still super angry with him. although, most of the anger dissipated when you saw him (barely fitting) dosed off on your tiny couch (how would you ever stay mad, he looked adorable), you did hit him in the head violently to wake him up. then purposely gave him the cold shoulder when he tried helping you organise the groceries, accidentally knocking the milk carton's sharp edges on his exposed bicep.

despite the rare occasions when he frustrates you, you're softer with him now. still have the same fire in your eyes and bitchy tone in your voice, but it's hardly ever directed at him.

soap is usually the target of your never-ending wrath. when he teases his lieutenant about how pussy-whipped he is, he gets a snarky comment back which makes kyle cough to hide his chuckles.

"oi, lass, sometimes i think ye donae like me a'all!"

"that's right, i don't!" you'll reply with such a serious tone, johnny has to pause, mouth hanging open.

you'll blankly stare at him for a few seconds and his gaze will flicker from your face to simon's, who's also staring at him unemotionallly, while his fingers play with the end of your dress. he doesn't speak for a few seconds, trying to figure out if you're really serious or not. kyle does his best not to burst out laughing, hiding his smile by drinking, and price just shakes his head and turns his attention to the tv.

the corner of your lip cracks a smile, and soap visibly relaxes. "ye canae do tha' t'me, bonnie. ye hurt me feelings!" he clutches his chest dramatically.

"then you better stop poking fun at my boyfriend, sergeant. or i'll beat you up."

soap raises his hands in surrender, and you feel said boyfriend, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.

"my lovely savior."

what simon really liked about you, from your very first meeting, was your ability to yell at anyone (if they wronged you in a way) with no fear. just absolute rage.

there have been times men tried hitting on you, and with simon gone from your side for whatever reason, you have to put a stop to their advances alone.

some are understanding when you say you already have a boyfriend, others leave when you glare at them and call them dickheads for disrespecting a woman's choice, but then there are the annoying dumbfucks who just can't, for the life of them, take the hint.

"did your date ditch you?" you roll your eyes at his smug smirk. "i would never leave such a sexy lady alone, by the way."

you've had enough of the guy, for he hasn't stopped bothering you ever since simon stepped out of line to answer a work-related call. he's behind you, leaning in front to talk in your ear. you haven't even bothered turning around.

the place is crowded and you can't see simon from where you're standing. the lady, three people in front of you, is taking ages to order her movie snacks, and you really are starting to regret dragging him to the movies. you could've pirated it or something.

your leg is nervously tapping on the floor, a tight grip over simon's wallet, and pursed lips hiding gritted teeth. you're sure you look like happiness personified.

"you can sit with me and my friends, if you'd like. i'm sure they wouldn't mind a hot piece of arse such as yourself—" smack.

your slap is uncharacteristically loud and resonates in the room. heads turn, and the guy is frozen in his place, hand touching his burning cheek.

"would you shut the fuck up and take a fucking hint already?!" you try to control your voice, but the words come out as a shout. "for the last time, i have a fucking boyfriend. leave. me. alone."

before he can say anything, a familiar scent enters your nostrils. simon's hand wraps loosely around your shoulder. "what's goin' on 'ere?"

"this fucking pig won't leave me alone!" you take a step closer to the guy threateningly, but simon is quick to pull you back.

"i was just trying to make conversation, you bitch!" smack.

it all happens so fast, simon is barely able to grab you before you claw the guy's eyes out. his friends pull him outside as he throws curses at you, but you just give him the middle finger and allow simon to drag you up to the popcorn section.

"i leave you alone for one minute, lovie..." simon whispers to you.

you shrug. "he brought it upon himself. i was nice by not answering, but he called me a hot piece of arse! and i just had it up to here with him! unbelievable!"

"well, you are hot, and you have a nice arse." simon receives an elbow to the ribs.

"fuck off."

"c'mon, pretty girl, before you terrorise the rest of the cinema."

he finds your scrunched eybrows, flushed cheeks, and fiery gaze extremely hot. your height (compared to him) makes you storming out when angry, almost comical. adorable.

um....this got out of hand....idk.....

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost cod #ghost cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #fluff #established relationship #frank writes

[cupcakeslushie]

@beeisblue Huginn and Muninn try to spoil Three when they can in their own pathetically middle of the road—thanks for trying way. But more often than not, they’re on babysitting duty to make sure Three doesn’t blow up his own lab—which can be pretty dangerous so they’d much rather keep their distance, but they do feel bad about not doing more to help. They’ll make a little appearance along with Shelldon in Donnie’s interlude, which is coming up next, after we conclude Mikey’s rescue arc!

That is definitely not sanctioned, but yes—Draxum is just too exhausted with Three’s antics at this point. The child used to be at least respectful out of fear, but it seems like ever since a few years back when Three hit some kind of mental, pain threshold, Draxum has had a hard time controlling and understanding his thought process.

The boys do change things up by way of casual clothes around the lair, just wearing whatever’s comfortable—pretty close to the show with Mikey and Donnie probably wearing more sweaters and joggers and hoodies than say Leo or Raph. As for missions I might change my mind if I can come up with something else fun for them to wear, but as for now…most of them change pretty quickly to their movie look as soon as they each unlock their ninpo. I’ve put Leo in 2012!Leo’s white vision quest hoodie until his finally moves on to his black and blue ninpo gear just because he’ll struggle with it the most so he’s kind of the only one who takes a while to switch over to his finale look. But I might throw them in something extra if I change my mind!

@artoflittleowlbird Just a little song I made up! 😅 I really struggled with whether I wanted a real song or if I wanted to just make something from scratch. It’ll play a role later on so I hope I didn’t make it too weird sounding! I wanted it to have a non-rhyming feel like it’s something old which Splinter might’ve sung them.

Leo does meet Hueso eventually. He’s super polite when Raph, Mikey, and April first bring him to Run of the Mill, but there’s something so tired in his expression that Hueso can’t put his phalanges on. It makes the man wanna feed him, wrap him in a blanket and plop him on a comfy sofa where he can’t get hurt.

@sskurwysyn I’m sorry I’m so bad at this part. All the names I’m thinking of sound so stupid 🫣 If anyone else has one they’d like to suggest I’m all ears 🤣. And Mikey swapped out his nunchucks once or twice, but would always go back to them as soon as he could. I do like the idea of him wielding a comically huge kanabo like it’s nothing. Little man does not skip arm day.

@little-banjo-frog Leo is a little too high up in the ranking for them to be close friends, but he has gone on missions with her as part of her training. She respects him much like she does Foot Lieutenant and Brute in the show, but once she really meets Raph, Mikey, and April and hears their story and connects the dots of their missing brother being Leo, her conscience takes over and she can’t help but see how screwed up Leo is from what Shredder’s done to him. BUT THAT’S OKAY—cause you can’t get any cooler than being a double agent!! She just needs to find the perfect time to get Leo to meet his brothers, and they can both leave the foot clan behind! Plus once she’d started sneaking out of the compound at night to play vigilante with Raph, she was done for—way too much fun! Good thing she’s so good at being quiet…be a shame if she were followed…..

Aside from accidentally blowing up a Chee-Z ball factory in one of his first times out, Donnie’s gotten away with: taking apart half the tech in the lair and leaving the parts strewn all over for someone to trip on, snapping at his brothers and saying things even he knew at the time he’d regret saying, being an absolute shit to April when he first met her, testing a stimulant on himself and scaring the bejesus out of everyone when he had a tiny case of cardiac arrest…And probably the most glaringly obvious time Splinter was mad at him, but held his tongue—when Donnie needed the wiring in the projector tv and tore the whole thing apart so they were all left without any entertainment for two days while he built them a new one from scratch. Yes, they got something much nicer out of it, but he could’ve at least warned them! Raph thought Splinter’s fur was gonna be dyed perma-red from how much he looked like a tea kettle about to explode.

Raph has to get a handle on Savage Raph pretty soon after Leo and Mikey get taken, just out of necessity, but he doesn’t get rid of the fear of being alone completely. Meeting April helps even more, but once they’re all back together it does become a bigger struggle for him to not panic when they leave his eye-line. It’s not even something that registers as an issue at first cause as long as one of them is with him, he can stay pretty calm, but eventually they do all have to split up for some reason or other, and he goes full Savage Raph for the first time in YEARS. It’s only top-side though, he’s fine being alone in the Hidden City and the sewers. April is always their best bet for calming him down though. They make a joke out of it later like maybe next time she should say something like “Sun’s going down big guy!” But it’s the simple fact that a part of Raph might be scared to lose his brothers again, but April has always been his biggest source of comfort and safety—she’s his big sister.

100% yes April and Raph can totally mind meld 🤣 i love it.

#ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt #rottmnt separated au #sep!au infodump

[idontknowreallywhy]

A particularly lovely chord progression somehow ended up with me driving a wedge between Earth and Sky and I promised I’d try to fix it.

Super long car journey today presented an opportunity but events got away from me and I accidentally made it worse. Oops… um… I’m sorry? Apologies to @ajpendragon @alexthefly @astranite @janetm74 @sofasurf and anyone else who asked for a fix and will remain disappointed for now…

Piano Angst - the aftermath

It had been nearly a week and Scott felt like he was missing a limb.

Virgil was definitely avoiding him.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen each other - they’d worked together perfectly normally on several rescues. They’d both joined in the usual banter over mealtimes. There had even been a family film night - albeit, instead of joining Scott on their usual couch, Virgil had squeezed in with the Tinies and spent the evening competing with Gordon as to who could wind up Alan the most about his movie choice.

But they’d not been alone in the same room. At least, not for more than the few seconds it took for Virgil to make some excuse and leave it.

He’d even apparently conscripted Gordon into constantly keeping him company whilst he did maintenance on Two. Despite all Scott’s loitering around the hangar, the Fish never seemed to get the hint to make himself scarce. Except that one time when Scott had hinted at the availability of leftover pizza in the kitchen but then Virgil had raced off hot on Gordon’s heels. Which would not have been of any note whatsoever if it hadn’t been for that momentary flash of panic Scott was sure had crossed Virgil’s face as Gordon jumped to his feet.

It wasn’t just the lost chance to really TALK to his brother either. There was a physical distance too which was almost more painful. It turned out that Virgil’s elbow nudges at dinner, his arm across Scott’s shoulders as they walked across the lounge, his habit of stretching out and throwing his feet over big brother’s legs when they had a moment to chill together on the couch… these felt as natural and as essential to Scott as eating or drinking and he missed it more than he could have explained. It made his jaw hurt.

He had figured he just had to give Virgil time and be available when he was ready. So he’d made a conscious effort to *not* be working whenever they had downtime, hovering in the communal areas and looking un-busy. He rushed through the paperwork later, once everyone was in bed and then stayed up for hours each night studying the last couple of month’s worth of mission logs and recordings, desperately trying to work out what had triggered… whatever it was… the other day.

He’d been lying, Scott was certain of that. Ironically that certainty had made him very uncertain of everything else - Virgil never lied to him. He was awful at it. Honesty usually shone out of his big puppy-like brown eyes. When he was withholding something they were clouded with guilt.

But to invoke their mother’s memory as a cover-up?

It must have been serious.

His research efforts turned up nothing at all out of the ordinary other than it had actually been a pretty successful run of rescues, a bit of a reprieve from the average. He couldn’t find any aspect of the scenarios they’d faced that seemed like it might have particularly upset his brother.

It had to have something to do with him. Virgil was acting perfectly normally with everyone else. He re-listened to every interaction they’d had over the comm. Had he been too brusque in directing the rescues recently? Was his tone wrong? He didn’t think he sounded any different although after a while his own voice really began to grate on him. Virgil’s responses seemed normal and he didn’t appear to react to anything in a negative way. Perhaps his brother was maybe a little quieter on the comm than usual… should he have noticed that sooner?

Or had he embarrassed him by making it clear he’d noticed him getting carried away that afternoon? But Virgil had never seemed to be worried about Scott witnessing his piano binges before - most of the worst more-recovery-than-rescue missions had been thrashed out on the piano over the years… No. The only way to find out was to ask him directly.

He hovered at the door of the hangar, took a couple of breaths to slow his galloping heart rate and pushed it ajar. He could hear Gordon talking at a mile a minute about something to do with aquaculture and Virgil was leaning up against a pod module with a politely interested look on his face. His eyes flicked briefly over to his eldest brother but didn’t linger, instead focussing firmly back on little brother with renewed focus.

Scott felt rather like he’d taken a grapple to the chest and backed out, closing the door softly behind him. He ignored the elevator and elected for the long slow trudge up the stairwell. By the time he made it to the lounge his vision was blurry and he had reached the limit of what he could bear. He found a sheet of notepaper from the desk drawer and scribbled a note. He folded it precisely in half, opened it again and checked it, then refolded it, running a shaking thumb among the edge. He tucked it underneath the door to his brother’s bedroom on the way to his own.

Virgil, I’ve upset you and I can’t for the life of me work out when or how it was in order to apologise properly - but please know I am so sorry.

I’ll be on my balcony the rest of the evening if you want to talk.

I miss you. S x

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #thunderfam #thunder angst #angst #earth and sky #earth&sky #piano angst #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #music is everything #scott tracy needs a hug

[thefandomenchantress]

My Headcannons About The Despair Time Cast Playing Super Smash Bros. Together

I randomly got this idea and decided I needed to post about it.

Xander has accidentally broken three controllers. He gets really into the game and forgets how strong he is. MonoTV bans him from the console for a few weeks every time, yet he never learns his lesson. He doesn’t know any of the characters’ names, but he does know he always plays as ‘the really cool sword guy!!’ (Link).

Nico always plays as the animal characters (If you count Pokémon as animals), and sometimes Kirby because they like how cute and gender neutral the character looks.

The cast thought David would play as a cute animal crossing character or something, but no. Ridley. Ridley every single round, and he has to fight the urge to laugh in the loser’s face every time he wins. Unless someone else wants to be Ridley, then he will grumpily gladly choose a different character.

Arei will not hesitate to laugh in your face when she wins. She plays as any cute character, because she thinks it��s hilarious when the buff, sword-carrying dudes lose to tiny, pink fluff balls. She will, without a doubt, resort to foul play if she starts losing and will knock the controller out of her opponent’s hand to win.

J refuses to play as any girly-looking character. It’s always some super buff guy, like Snake. Or at least she always played as a buff guy until she learned Samus was a girl who dressed up in a cool armor suit to beat up aliens, and started playing as her from that point onward. She will also laugh in the loser’s face when she wins.

Ace is pretty good, but only if he plays as a Princess character. Otherwise he sucks. And he’s too prideful to pick a Princess character most of the time, so he almost always sucks. The rest of the class didn’t know this until Arei made fun of him for being terrible at the game and challenged him to a one-on-one round. Princess Peach never looked more ferocious…Until Arei stole Ace’s remote and wouldn’t give it back until she’d killed his character ten times.

Levi doesn’t play most of the time, but when he does, he lets whoever’s closest to him pick his character. It usually doesn’t matter who he’s playing as, because he’ll probably end up accidentally running off the stage repeatedly or get the jump and punch button confused with each other (He doesn’t play video games a lot).

Teruko plays as Bayonetta, for no reason other than Bayonetta being cool and badass. She’ll usually get really close to winning, only for her controller to run out of batteries at the last second, even if they’d charged it five minutes prior. Or worse, the console overheats and completely shuts down (once it caught on fire). So she, like Levi, also usually just watches.

Eden sometimes plays as Ness, who seems small and cute and innocent until suddenly he’s shouting ‘EAT FIRE!!!!’ in your face over and over again and forever trapping you in his eternal flames. But despite her prowess as Ness, Eden usually chooses whatever characters no one else will pick, because she feels like those characters must feel left out and sad that no one plays as them. But she’ll make them feel better!!! Even if it means losing.

Veronika loves to play as the monster characters, especially Ridley, because Ridley is the scariest. She often will narrate her attacks and give extremely gruesome details about how many bones her opponents have broken and how many organs they’ll have to replace after the fight.

Arturo is often forced to play when Veronika does, and he will play as any hot, pretty character. If he loses, it’s not the beautiful, amazing character’s fault, it’s his. He’ll never understand why Veronika likes playing as the ugly monsters.

Rose likes to play as Jigglypuff, because Jigglypuff always makes characters fall asleep without warning, and looks like a fluffy pillow Rose would like to snuggle. She likes to jokingly blame her terrible sleep schedule on an invisible Jigglypuff that follows her around everywhere.

Min claims video games are a distraction from her studies, but eventually the class persuaded her to play. Before she did, however, she did a fair amount of research on which character would be best for her to choose, and eventually settled on Zelda because she read Zelda had a cool teleporting power.

Whit plays as whatever character he can think of the most puns for. For example, if he were to sneeze right before he picks? “Well, I guess this is a sign that I should pick Pik-achoo!! Get it? Because ‘achoo’ is the sound effect for sneezes in comics and stuff?” “Yes, Whit, now please pick your character already.”

Charles always plays as Dr. Mario, because the character has a respectable profession and therefore, must be the most talented. Charles isn’t very good, since he never played video games as a kid, but Whit calling him various doctor-related, punny nicknames makes up for it (Even if he’d never admit that).

Hu is often the supervisor, trying to make sure no one angrily throws a remote across the room or turns off the console when they’re losing (*cough* Arei *cough*). But when she decides to join a round, she plays as an Animal Crossing villager, because they carry butterfly-catching nets, and she really likes butterflies.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #xander matthews #david cheim #ace markey #arei nageishi #levi fontana #hu jing #veronika grebenshchikova #arturo giles #min jueng #rose lacroix #j rosales #teruko tawaki #nico hakobyan #eden tobisa #charles cuevas #whit young #super smash ultimate

[tinylittlet]

Caregiver Fang and Little Izzy headcanons!

Fang is always oh so carefully with Izzy. He knows he's bigger and sometimes he forgets how strong he actually is so he always checks in to make sure everything is okay. "Am I crushing you?" and "is this alright?" are probably the things he says most often when snuggling the little tot. Even thought he's got some years weighting him down, he's still super strong! That's why he's still able to carry Izzy on his hip with no problem, and even if the weight bothered him, he still would carry his little guy in his arms whenever he could!

In his usual manner, Fang loves calling izzy by all kinds of cute petnames! His most used pet names for Iz are Bubba, Pup, Lovey, Snuggle Bug, Pebbles, Sweetie, Birdie and Bitsy but he always comes up with new ones just for the tiny troublemaker!

Fang is a pro of playing pretend! He can really get in the character and he even does the voices sometimes! He always uses a bit of practical props to play the characters right! Horns? He puts sticks in his headband! Long hair? Shirt thrown over his head will serve just right! Cloaked figure? No place to look for the right props like Wee John's storage! Fang can really put up a performance and the exaggerated expressions always make Izzy giggle!

Creative story time! Fang loves telling his little guy all the stories he knows! Sometimes instead of coming up with something himself, he makes up somethinh on the spot with Izzy's prompts! He'll start a story with whatever comes to his mind first and asks the tyke to come up with ideas for the plot or asks him what decisions the characters in the story should make! It's exciting and gets Izzy engaged when it's not nap time, plus it often helps Fang understand whats going on inside Izzy's head at the time! Fang always asks what the character in the story thinks or how they feel when they have to make a decision or something happens!

Fang often worries about Izzy when it comes to his prosthetic leg even though he knows it's just an another part of his body for the little guy. The bigger man was concerned at first because 1. Izzy tends to be a bit clumsy and used to be unsteady on his legs before everything and now he often stumbles a little even on the good days and 2. The new leg is made of hard wood. Fang knows it's very unlikely but he's scared that Izzy will somehow hurt himself with it! He got super worked up about this because he knows that the prosthetic is good for Izzy, it provides independence allowing iz to move around freely by himself and Fang knows that independence is very important with even the ittiest bittiest babies! A part of him wants to hold his little guy at all times so he doesn't have to walk, but he knows that's not the right thing to do. Little Izzy isn't bothered by his hoofed leg at all, the biggest alarm he rised was that he can't be sneaky. He does wobble a bit when standing sometimes, but that wasn't unseen even with both legs present. He's just a little guy! Of course he's gonna be unsteady when waddling around! Fang didn't stop worrying until the two finally sit down to talk and agreed that the tyke doesn't mind his leg but will say when he wants the leg on and when he wants it off. Sometimes Izzy decides to have the leg on to engage in more active games or run around on deck and sometimes he wants it off so he can get more comfy - Fang is always no less then 5 feet away to take care of things! Even the missing leg can't stop Izzy from exploring when he wants to get something! If Fang isn't holding him up, Izzy takes every chance he can get to crawl around! The first time Izzy was left unsupervised he crawled away from his spot to find a toy. Fang nearly got a heart attack before he found his baby playing with wooden animals in a next cabin over! Over time he learned better that nothing can stop a tyke on a mission and now he always makes sure Izzy is wearing pants so he doesn't accidentally scrape his knees on the hardwood floor.

You just know that when it's tummy time, Fang is going to lie on the floor with Izzy! He does everything to bond with his tyke! Skin-to-skin contact, feeding time and responding to Izzy's cooing and babbles are his favourite things to do to feel closer and bond! Fang is just so full of love for his bitsy cub he almost cries everytime the little bundle of joy smiles up and reaches for him!

#fandom agere #agere ofmd #ofmd #agere headcanons #izzy hands #fang ofmd #sfw agere #age regression #my #i just really love fang as a caregiver bc he's actually so gentle and izzy needs all the gentleness in the world! #little izzy #caregiver fang

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Hi if you write about Bucky Barnes can you write about an intense tickle fight between him and the reader?

Bucky and Reader: Found Family

Summary: See prompt above :)

(My first non-Spiderman tickle fic AND my first reader fic! ❤️ I've seen and read a few Bucky related things and I hope I captured him the way you wanted Anon :) please let me know what you think and if you would like to see more in the future ❤️ Enjoy!)

"Where are you going?"

You quickly backed away from the man in front of you. Your arms were outstretched to keep him away and a wobbly smile was on your face. "Dohon't!"

"Don't what?" Bucky followed each step you took.

"Yohou know whahat!"

"Ihi really don't. If you could specify, that would be helpful."

The blush on your face darkened. "Stahay back ohold man!"

"Old man!"

"Yeheah! Grandpa!"

Bucky growled. "Oh, now you're gonna get it!"

You squealed and bolted as your friend chased after you.

When you first met Bucky, the giant super soldier had terrified you. As you guys had gotten to know each other over the years, the older super soldier had adopted you as an honorary little sibling. And in true older sibling fashion, when he had accidentally found out you were ticklish, your death sentence was sealed.

You had been watching tickle gifs on your phone when Bucky had curiously peered over your shoulder. When he saw the gifs and listened to you trip over your own explanation, a slow grin had spread across his face. Ever since, he had been bent on tickling you whenever he got the chance. Like now, after you had been a brat to him all afternoon.

Even as Bucky tackled you to the floor, you refused to admit this was your doing. "Noo! Bucky! Doohohon't!"

"After the way you just behaved?" The super soldier cracked his knuckles. "Yeah right."

"No, wait!" You pleaded as your hands were pinned under his knees. "Ihi'm sorryhy!"

"Now you're sorry?"

"Yehes!"

Bucky studied your face. "Yeheah yohou're sorry alright."

Your eyes grew wide as those mischievous fingers slowly lowered toward you. "Buhucky."

"Sorry your legs weren't faster."

You squealed as those fingers made contact with your ribs, a weak spot Bucky loved to exploit. "AHH! YOHOUR HANDS!"

"Ahare tickling yohou?"

"AHARE FREEZIHING!"

The taller super soldier flexed his metal hand. "Are they now?"

"Yes!"

Bucky shrugged before slipping that same hand under your shirt to scratch at your bare ribs. "It is on the chilly side. Can you warm it up for me?"

"EEEEEH!"

"Thank you so much little one."

Since you loved to tease Bucky about how much of a grandpa he was, he loved to tease you about how much a child you were.

"NOHOT LIHITTLE!"

"Such a tiny baby." Bucky teasingly cooed as he scooped you up with one arm while keeping the metal hand stayed close to your ribs. "I can hold you like a little football."

Your cheeks started heating up. "Yohou hahave super stehength!"

Bucky smirked. He slipped his arm out of your shirt and under your knees so he could swing you back and forth. "Why are you so cranky baby?"

You shoved Bucky's chest. "Shuhut up!"

The super soldier laughed at you. "Yohou call mehe ohold, Ihi call yohou baby."

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Grandpa."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The super soldier slid your shirt up. "You just don't learn do you little one?"

Before you could respond, Bucky pulled you up to blow a raspberry into your tummy.

The loudest squeal yet erupted from your mouth. Your legs kicked like crazy as your hands rested on Bucky's head. Your laughter also turned high pitched as Bucky began nuzzling his facial hair across your tummy and up your ribs making your legs thrash wildly. The added tips of his long hair dragging across your skin made tge whole situation even more ticklish

It was torturous yet fun at the same time.

Once your tummy and ribs had a nice pinkish hue from the facial hair, Bucky lowered you back down. "Awww, your cheeks and tummy match."

"Shuhu---shuhu---."

"Come on baby, yohou can do it. Just sohound it ohout."

You shoved the older man again. "Shuhut uhup!"

"There you go. Yohou dihid it!"

You poked out your bottom lip into the most dramatic pout you could. "Yohou're pickihing on mehe!"

"No I'm not. I'm trying to encourage you!"

With a little maneuvering, you managed to slip a hand up and push against Bucky's face. The brief distraction allowed you to slip out of the super soldier's grip. Once free, you jumped behind Bucky and dug into his ribs.

The older man let out a high-pitched squeal of his own and toppled to the side. "Y/N! NAHAHA!"

"Awwahaw, whose a tickwish wittwe baby now? Yohouw awre! Yes youw awre!"

"IHIM GOHOING TOHO KIHILL YOHOU!"

"Ooo!" You moved your hands up his ribs to his armpits. "Ihi'm so threatened by the big scawy sowldiewr."

"NAAAHA! NAHAHAT THEHERE!"

You finally brought your fingers to a halt. "Awre youwr awrmpits toow tickwy?"

With a smirk on his face and a giggle in his throat, Bucky managed to bring his arms up. Before you could retaliate, he wiggled his fingers into your armpits as he pulled you down on top of him.

"Ahh!"

An arm wrapped around you and pinned you in place. "If yohou wahanted more tickles Y/N, ahall you hahad to doho was ahask."

You squealed as Bucky's free hand kept wiggling into your armpit. "BUCKYYYY!"

"Yohour such a squirmy baby Y/N. Ihits ahadorable."

A snort slipped out before you could stop it.

"Awww." Bucky moved his hand down to your tummy. "Ahand snohorty too."

Your giggles turned bubbly as you melted into the touch. "Nahat aha bahaby!"

"Awww, yohour a little puddle ohof goo nohow." One of his fingers slipped into your belly button.

"Eep! Gehet ohout ohof thehere!"

"What's wrong?" The older man leaned closer to whisper. "Doews the baby have toow tickwish of a giggwe button?"

"Squee! Yohou know Ihi doho!"

"Ihi do knohow. That's what mahakes ihit so funny toho tickle."

"Buhucky!" You snorted. "Plehease!"

The finger attacking your belly button finally moved away from your tummy to your hips. "Yohour just so cute."

"Nahat cuhuUUUUTE!"

Bucky's fingers kept tickling your hips. "You're such an adorable baby. Little baby Y/N. Too itty-bitty for big adult things. Too teeny tiny to be anything but adorable."

"Sh-shuhut it yohou." The goofy grin on your face did not make the threat very intimidating.

Bucky playfully patted your tummy before he wrapped you in a hug. "Lohove you squirt."

"Lohove yohou too jeherk."

You really did love him, even if he did treat you like a baby. He was a good friend that made you feel comfortable with your love for tickling while you helped him to feel comfortable with his.

He really was the best found family you had.

#lee reader #ler bucky barnes #ticklefic

[sonicstalker123]

Jealous!Protective!Korekiyo x Clumsy!Reader

✨they/them pronouns used✨

✨fluff, angst and fluff at the end✨

CW: nothing really, just Korekiyo hearing Y/N stretch and it makes him blush, Kiyo being jealous, pajama sleeve sliding down Y/N’s shoulder, slightly suggestive?, jealousy, profanity

Korekiyo decided to surprise his S/O with their favorite snack that he prepared just for them with a tiny bit of help from Kirumi. He decides to send Y/N a text.

‘Y/N, good morning. Are you awake?’ SEND.

‘Mornin Kiyo… am not really awake rn… What’s up?’ SEND.

Kiyo gasps in shock. ‘Oh dear, I’m sorry to have woken you up. Are you alright, do you want to resume your nap?’ SEND.

‘Eh it’s ok, I’ll get up. I accidentally took a three hour nap. Guess I got into a food coma after breakfast? Lemme get up’ SEND.

‘Alright, I’ve got a surprise for you, by the way.’ SEND.

“Oh my, now he’s gotten me curious!” Y/N asks themself, clapping their hands in excitement and giggling to themself. “Alright, Y/N, ya gotta get up. Your boyfriend has a surprise for you.”

Little do they know that Kiyo wanted to surprise them at the door. He’s patiently standing at the door, with a little chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting on it. He gets butterflies but knocks on the door once he sighs to relieve his anxiety.

“Himiko, is that you? I can’t wait to watch your magic show this afternoon! I talked about it with Gonta last night while he was teaching me about the different kinds of ladybugs! Lemme get up- OH SHIT!” They slide off the bed. “Christ on a stick, that hurt! That’s juuuust great, a bruise is gonna pop up soon…” They sigh and stretch to wake themself up.

Korekiyo hears them stretch and blushes for whatever reason. “I-I didn’t know people made noises when they stretch… Maybe it’s just something Y/N does? It’s a mystery.” He then hears them walking and they bump into the door, making a loud THUMP noise. “Oop. Didn’t mean to do that, Himiko! I’m all good! It’s normal for me..!”

They see their (favorite color) pajama shirt part of their PJ outfit starting to slide down one of their shoulders. “Oh shoot!” They try to fix that but it slides down again, but fortunately it doesn’t slide any more. At that point, they give up and open the door, yawning. “Sorry, Himiko, my clumsiness got the better of me, I should not have stayed up until midnight. I think I ended up falling asleep on the floor haha-“ They look up to see a confused looking Korekiyo.

“H-Hello, Y/N. I made you a chocolate cupcake with chocolate frosting because Kirumi informed me that you really enjoy chocolate. She helped me a small bit. But I hope you enjoy it. Would you like to come with me to the courtyard? There’s tables and chairs underneath some cherry blossoms there.” He asks.

Y/N finally opens her eyes and sees Kiyo looking at them, patiently waiting for answer. They blush super hard and continuously try to fix their sleeve. Them blushing causes Kiyo to blush pretty hard and tremble slightly and almost drops his plate.

“O-Oh dear. I guess you’ve never seen me with PJs on. You’re one of the few people here in this academy who have seen my pajamas. This stupid sleeve wouldn’t stay put, maybe I can see if Kirumi can tighten them one of these days. A-Anyway, let’s go to the tables, I would love to try what you made for me, which is so sweet by the way, I really appreciate it!” They smile.

Korekiyo and Y/N make their way to the tables. Y/N has a little spring in their step and their sleeve slides down their shoulder, though they are just happily making their way to the table and they aren’t even aware that Kaito is in front of them.

Until they bump into him. “Oof-“ they silently say as they look up at Kaito. “Ohh! Kaito! I didn’t see you there! Afternoon!” They exclaim with a really big smile. “Hey there, Y/N!” They high five. “Do you want to come vibe at the courtyard with Kiyo and I?”

“Hmm… as long as Kiyo is fine with it, I don’t mind, my dude.” Kaito smiles and Korekiyo then walks up to Y/N. “Oh, Kiyo! Hey! Y/N here says that you’re going to the courtyard soon and they wanted to know if I could come along with you two. I won’t, like, be the awkward third wheel or anything.”

“S-Sure...” Kiyo responds back, sounding a little annoyed. Y/N’s eyes sparkle as they jump up and down with sparkling eyes. “Alright, let’s make our way there! I’m gonna get a head start!”

Literally them as they run towards the doors:

Kiyo happily waves at them as they run off and then turns his head rather quickly and glares at Kaito menacingly, but stays quiet. Kaito gets a little spooked, so he runs off and meets up with Y/N.

“Haaa… Y/N, there you are! Dude, I forget how big this academy is sometimes ….” Kaito exclaims.

Y/N is muttering profanities left and right as they look at their bruised knee. Kaito looks down at Y/N, who’s on the ground. Kaito bursts out laughing. “Ah, sorry for laughing. You good, though? A-Anyways, let’s go to the courtyard so we can vibe!” Kaito happily walks away, with Y/N happily walking with him.

Kiyo makes annoyed noises as he slowly makes his way to the courtyard. Y/N and Kaito make it to the courtyard table and sit down, across from each other. The two are just catching up about just everything. “So then I told Shuichi and Maki Roll while we doing our training stuff that ‘the impossible is possible, all you gotta do is make it so!’ and Shuichi seemed to like that. I saw Rantaro the other day painting Kaede’s nails the other day and I’m gonna be serious, can I ask you something?” Kaito asks.

Y/N happily nods. “Yeah my dude, you can tell me anything!” Kaito sighs. “I’m… kinda jealous. I wouldn’t be apposed to Rantaro painting my nails, but… I’m embarrassed to ask.” “Tell ya what! Next week, I’ll get my nails painted (insert favorite color here) and I can bring you with! Trust me, it’s amazing!”

Kiyo finally makes his way to the courtyard and sits next to Y/N. “Hello there, dear. Did I miss anything?” Korekiyo asks, readjusting Y/N’s sleeve again. “Not much, we were just catching up and I got a bruise. It’s not the end of the world. I literally trip on everything. Kaito get this. Literally yesterday I was walking upstairs and tripped on my own feet?? No idea why that happens, but I guess I’m a bit of a clumsy oaf.”

Kaito and Kiyo exchange glances. Kaito tries to resist the urge to laugh, but just starts laughing like crazy. Kiyo glares at Kaito and then he’s speechless. “Haha.. ahh, that is hilarious. Just Y/N things, am I right?” Y/N nods and they turn to look at the night sky.

“The stars look so pretty! Look at them, Kiyo! … Is that one changing colors??” Y/N asks, confused.

“Yeah! Did you know that stars can be different colors? I personally like the blue one. One day, I wanna go fly to the sky and check out the stars. You’ll be the first person to know about my stories and what I saw, I promise!” Kaito says, winking in a friendly way.

Kaito rambles for a few hours and Y/N is flat out dead asleep on Kiyo’s chest. “Shit, it’s getting late. I should go hit the hay soon. See ya Y/N! … Y/N?” He turns around and sees Y/N, sleeping peacefully with their boyfriend has his hand on her head, as if he’s protecting them??? Kaito gets confused and walks away with his hands in his pockets.

God that’s so cute, you don’t need to do that though, Kiyo

Kiyo gently taps on their shoulder, waking them up. “Hm..? Kaito? Where did he… go?” They ask while rubbing their eyes. “He… was tired so he went back to the dorm.” Korekiyo’s eyes start to glow, unable to keep his anger in anymore.

“Speaking of Kaito, what was THAT?! He was clearly flirting with you! Did you not see that?! HOW did you NOT see that?!” Kiyo exclaims. “I didn’t. I genuinely didn’t. If he was actually flirting with me, why didn’t you stop him?! Why didn’t you do anything!?”

“Because you were having a good time and catching up on things with somebody you don’t see a lot these days! And I didn’t want to ruin that for you!”

“… wait a minute. How did you know about that? How did you know that I was catching up with him?”

Korekiyo just kinda does this 👇🏻

“Were you intentionally taking your time? Were you eavesdropping on our conversation? I can’t believe it! It’s all over your face! You not saying anything is just icing on the cake!” Y/N explains with their pajama shirt’s sleeve sliding down even more than before.

“W-Wait, Y/N, let me expl-“ “SAVE IT, KOREKIYO! I don’t want to hear your bullshit lies!” Y/N exclaims with a hint of a growl in their voice. They storm off.

Korekiyo watches them storm off. He then sighs and sits at the table and stares at the night sky. “I had a bad feeling about Kaito this whole time… Does Y/N actually not know when people are flirting with them? Or were they just saying that?”

He looks at the ground and just walks inside the building. He enters the building and walks to his dorm room. “… just wait for them to cool off. You need to just wait, Korekiyo.” He starts to pace around his room. “I’m just going to go to my lab to distract myself.”

He makes his way to his lab and opens the door. He stares at his pot full of roses and just stares at them. “These are beautiful. Y/N and I grew these together. That’s what makes them even more beautiful. Them. They’re beautiful in all ways. Even their flaws make them beautiful.” He blushes really hard. “I must find them and apologize to them. I would only assume that they’re in their room or elsewhere.”

Kiyo spots Himiko. “Himiko, have you seen Y/N? I’ve been trying to find them.” Himiko looks at Kiyo, with an upset expression. “Nyeh, why would I want to tell you where they are?” Korekiyo sighs. “Thanks for your help, I guess.” He continues to pursue them.

Hallways? Nope. Game room? Nah. Cafeteria? Kind of? He found a box of pocky. That’s worth something, so he put it in his pocket. “Pocky..? That’s Y/N’s favorite kind of pocky, so I’m getting somewhere.” Kiyo mutters to himself.

He casually walks around the building until he hears Kiibo and some familiar voices, including Y/N’s voice in the library. “Found them.” “MAN, it feels good to take this pajama shirt off. It felt like I was on fire.” “Y-Y/N, please don’t say that, somebody might hear you say that and or doesn’t sound too good out of context!! What if your boyfriend was nearby and heard that? He’d get suspicious!” Kiibo exclaims

Shocked at what he hears, he aggressively pushes the door open and it hits the wall. Kiyo stares at Y/N and then at Kiibo and then at Kaede. He blushes really hard at the sight of Y/N in a (favorite color(s) tanktop and covers his face for a while. Kiibo raises his hands and walks out. “I wasn’t doing anything suspicious, I was just telling them that it wasn’t wise to shout that.”

Kaede just nopes out of the room. “Nope, not dealing with this.” Korekiyo watches his companions leave and looks at Y/N like this.

“My oh my, dearest. There you are. My beautiful rose. I was looking for you to apologize for what I did. Can you forgive me for eavesdropping on your conversation and snapping at you?”

Man I swear this dude has rizz

They start to blush hard. “Y-Yeah…”

“Thank you, dear. It means a lot to me. By the way, what was it you and Kaito were talking about? You don’t have to get specific if you don’t want to.” Kiyo asks, tilting his head to the side.

“W-Well, I’m sure Kaito wouldn’t want me t-talking about it, but we just plan on hanging out- nothing bad I promise! Just hanging out.” Y/N replies and Korekiyo smiles. “You look so cute when you blush like this.” Y/N raises her eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Well you look handsome when you blush too~, I’ve never seen you blush like this before.” Y/N scoots closer to Korekiyo and gives him a big hug. “And I’m sorry too… for the yelling. I love you.”

Kiyo smiles warmly. “Your heartbeat… it’s racing a little bit. And I love you so much more.” Kiyo and Y/N smile and Kiyo gets a little peck on the cheek. “M-My oh my… H-How u-unexpected.” He looks at the clock. “Oh gosh, look at the time, it’s three in the morning. But I don’t want to get up just now, I just want to feel your heartbeat for j-just a little while longer.”

“But we’re gonna have to-“ Y/N yawns. “-go home eventually. You make me feel so loved. I’ve never felt this before.” Korekiyo gasps and stands up. He reaches for Y/N’s hand. They stand up and they walk to Y/N’s dorm room. “What were you saying about not feeling loved like this before’?”

Kiyo and Y/N stand in front of Y/N’s door. “It… it’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you one of these days. As much as I would love to keep talking, I feel quite tired. See you in the morning?” They ask. “But of course, darling. I love you, I’ll see you in the morning, or specifically, later in the morning.” He gives them a peck on the cheek. They’re so happy that they go into their room, blush so hard that they are tomato red (from blushing) and dive into their bed and happily shove their face into their pillow and happily giggles. Kiyo hears their giggles and walks to his room, feeling happy and blushing, knowing that he just made their night.

The next day, Kaede walks into the library and realizes that their pajama shirt is still there. She blushes at the sight, picks up the shirt and walks to their dorm room with a note saying “Y/N, you left this in the library. -Kaede”

#drv3 korekiyo #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo x reader #himiko yumeno #drv3 kaito #kaito momota

[thefallennightmare]

Soldiers-six

credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Authors Note: As always, sorry for the long delay! Tags are open!

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My footsteps echoed with an eerie quiet as I felt the heat from the shadow looming close behind me as we glided along the wall, getting closer to our target. Soldat was right up against me, his breath fanning the back of my neck even through his mask, and with the cool metal of his fingers accidentally brushing against mine, it took everything in me not to turn around and step into his arms to feel them wrap around me. But I knew it would only make things worse for him. Soldat wasn’t the same man that I grew feelings for. If it were any other mission, we would have already had our hands wandering on one another and my lips would have brushed his cheek in thanks for either zipping up the back of my tac suit or feeling his hand linger a few extra seconds when he slipped my knife into the back pocket.

Now, Soldat was cold, closed off, and hadn’t uttered a single word since before we left the compound. We were two hours away north in a small, run-down village in Russia. The 1945 winter had been brutal which made the motorcycle ride here miserable. Before, I would wrap myself around Soldat from behind, clutching tightly to him so I could feel his warmth encasing me. This time I was nervous to touch him so I clutched the sides of the bike to steady myself.

To top it off, Zola had programmed Soldat that by ten simple words, he would become mind controlled; by me.

I thought Zola despised the relationship that Soldat and I shared so why was he making us go on missions together again? Although, not that I complained. I missed Soldat dearly for the last six months while he was in cryosleep so when I found the first opportunity to unfreeze him; I suggested it to Zola.

Originally, I was going to be sent in alone to take down six super soldiers, like Soldat and me, then take a sample of all of their blood. Zola wanted to study the blood, tear it apart slowly, to see how other scientists were creating the same serum he had been. According to him, Zola was the only one besides the Americans that had their hands on the formula and he was sure that the Americans weren’t sharing it with anyone in Russia.

Lately, Zola had seemed as if someone was after him and needed to cover whatever tracks he left behind. He was afraid that all of his hard work had somehow leaked and it would lead back to him.

“Voin.”

Soldat’s deep muffled voice from behind his mask had halted my footsteps. He pointed to a closed door that was down the long hallway in front of us then to his ear.

I did my best to ignore the way my body burned with desire as his deep voice, uttering the nickname they had brandished me with, replayed over in my mind. With closed eyes, I focused my senses to hear what he had heard behind the door.

Four voices were all talking over one another. One of them was upset that the other had cheated. With what, that was unsure. Another voice was yelling at someone in the room to grab them some more beers from the kitchen. The click of the handle was silent but to two super soldiers, it sounded like a bell ringing in our ears. Linking my fingers with Soldat, I pulled him into the nearest room to my left which wasn’t a room at all but a tiny closet. A stack of jackets and the musty mothball scent had pelted us in the face and I scrunched my face up in disgust.

My eyes gaze onto Soldat and I hitched a breath at how close we were. His breath escaped the small holes of his mask which warmed my face. Soldat’s chest pressed up against mine almost pushing me farther into the wall of the closet. I held my hands in a limbo state at my sides, unsure what to do with them, while his iris’ burned into my face. Something was deep within them as he searched all over me. I felt warm and fuzzy under him, self-conscious the longer he stared.

“What?” I dared to ask, keeping my voice so quiet.

I knew he heard, super soldier hearing and all.

Soldat didn’t speak, only kept his eyes trained on me, so I slowly reached for the mask on his face unsure if he would flinch or smack my hands away.

He did neither.

I pulled down his mask, careful not to let it drop to the floor, and now felt his entire breath over my lips. They were so close if I stood on the tips of my toes, I would finally feel his plump pink ones on mine.

“Your eyes,” Soldat muttered.

My heart did a half-flip, and my tongue darted to wet my dry lips. “What about them?”

“They’ve haunted my dreams for months.”

The tone of his voice was low and even, not showing if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Before I could ask him about that, cool metal fingers snaked their way behind my neck into my hairline, yanking my hair from the confines of the hair tie I had used to slick it back into a ponytail. Soldat leaned ever so slightly closer to me and I heard him suck in a large breath.

“Peaches,” he said.

Even though the compound lacked a lot of luxuries, there was one thing I had; shampoo. One that smelled like sweet peaches.

Soldat breathed in the scent and I didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered shut. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair, and I pressed my body deeper into him. We had yet to kiss and at this moment, all I wanted to do was feel his pink ones on mine.

There was tension in his shoulders when my hands rested there and even under all the material from his tac suit, I felt the muscles twitch so I dropped them.

“Soldat,” I breathed while standing taller on my feet, the distance between us closing slightly.

He said nothing, his burning gaze trained hard on my face as he searched it for something. His fingers twitched as they fluttered over my hips, not quite touching

“Voin.”

I gritted my teeth, hating that nickname, and without a second thought of what would happen to me when we returned, I let my name fall from my lips.

“My name is Y/N.”

Something flashed in his eyes, and Soldat slowly nodded.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

Soldat’s warm breath traced lines over the skin of my neck as his lips ghosted over the small space of skin behind my ear. I leaned my head back with a breath escaping my lips. We weren’t even touching yet, and it was enough to bring me closer to that high that I had been craving since the very first moment I saw him.

Our heads turned at the same time and my breath caught in my throat when our lips almost grazed one another. Soldat’s bottom lip was between the both of mine and I could tell he wanted to touch my cheek but was still hesitant. So, I laced my fingers with his metal ones and brought them to my cheek, letting them cup it gently.

I didn’t know if his hesitancy was from being brainwashed and having all of his memories erased or from the uncertainty of how to use his metal arm in anything other than murder.

The tension between us had built to an all-time high and I could feel his heartbeat in my ears, all the noise on the other side of the door faltered to beneath our feet. We both forgot about the mission, not caring about anything other than the two of us in this small space.

Soldat’s hips lined up with my own and I chewed on the inside of my cheek when I felt the tip of his erect cock pressed against the inside of my leather-clad thigh. I could tell that our barely touching had the exact effect on him it did on me. I rutted my hips into him, letting him know that without speaking a word I wanted the same thing and Soldat responded with a hiss crawling its way out of his gritted teeth. He was keeping himself in check, not wanting to step over the line.

Again, unsure if it was because of being mind controlled and waiting for my orders. Or because he didn’t remember what to do.

I looped a finger through the belt loop of his pants and finally brought our bodies together, his cock digging into my core and a moan echoed through the closet at finally feeling it pressed up against me. Even though our clothes, we could still feel the heat emanating from our centers.

“Soldat,” I breathed his name.

I knew I should be quiet, not wanting anyone in the hall to hear us, so I began sucking and biting at a small exposed section of skin on his neck. His pulse point. Soldat responded with a breathy moan of his own.

My actual name came out from his mouth in a grunt as he let my hands move his hips back and forth, creating the gyrating movements I knew he would understand to follow. He picked up on it quickly so as he rutted against me; I sprawled my hands over the large of his back and pressed my breast into his chest, the roughness of the material of his vest scratching against the leather over my nipples creating a sensation that made me pool between my legs.

The material of my suit was thin so I could feel the head of his cock glide up the folds of my throbbing core and I spewed out a few curses towards our clothing, wishing that it was shed to the floor along with our weapons and Soldat’s mask.

We haven't kissed yet, and I knew that if we did. No, when we did, it would be exactly what I needed to reach the white light that was clouding my vision and I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed the sides of his head but froze when Soldat’s eyes flashed with fear, his grinding hips halting immediately.

“No,” he begged.

It was then that I noticed I had placed my hands in the exact spot where I would erase his mind and was mortified; I retracted my hands into my chest.

“Soldat, I wasn’t going to,” I said in rushed words.

With a touch of my fingers to his temples, Soldat had changed drastically. The moment between us, I had seen the vulnerable Soldat that would allow me to do anything to him to feel something other than pain. He wanted some kind of satisfaction filling his veins.

The door to the closet suddenly opened and light from the hallway bled inside which made me blink a few times. An older lady was cursing in Russian as she stared back and forth between Soldat and me, who were still in the position of his hips pressed into mine.

“Fuck,” I seethed, realizing that they had caught us and now there was a witness we had to take care of.

In an instant, Soldat was back to the closed-off, cold-blooded killer he was programmed to be, and in one large stride, he had his metal fingers wrapped around the throat of the older Russian lady. Her feet dangled a few inches off the ground for a few seconds until her body fell into a loud heap on the floor, and the life in her eyes faded. He stepped over her body ready for whoever else was going to show up.

“Soldat,” I went to reach for him because I wanted him to know that I would not erase his memories.

“Ya gotov otvechat.”

Ready to comply.

I bit my lip angrily but eventually pushed all the feelings and thoughts for what happened in the closed into the back of my mind. The mission was my focus, and I had to make sure no more witnesses’ would pop up.

“I’ll deal with the men in that room,” I nodded towards a door on the left. “While you deal with the men in the lab. Should be around the corner.”

Soldat took his mask from my extended hand and when our skin touched, we both did our best to ignore the literal spark that came to my fingertips but failed. I stared at my hands in shock, usually having better control of my powers but clearly, just a simple touch from Soldat was enough to set it off. We spoke no other words as we set off to complete the mission.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes and yn #bucky barnes reader insert #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #soldat #soldat and reader

[sunflower-snz]

Hey! I love your fics. I was wondering if you could do a fic of Riley and Cassie with 📚 😷 🤒

Perhaps Riley is sick and accidentally sneezes on Cassie whilst she is reading to Riley, which gets Cassie sick as a result? No pressure at all though, I’ll enjoy whatever you make :)

Of course! This was a super cute idea between these two, if anyone has anymore fee free to send them over :D I hope this was okay, sorry it’s kinda short

😷 - “Sharing is not caring!” 

🤒 - Fever 

📚 - Shared reading

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“How will this one do?” Cassie murmured softly, holding up a book as she came to slip beside her girlfriend who had been cuddled beneath a soft grey blanket as they sniffled on the sofa.

They’d gotten sick a few days ago - just something they’d picked up from one of their colleagues at the school they worked at. Whatever it was, it was safe to say it was making them utterly miserable.

Riley, wrapped in the cocoon of their blanket, looked up with tired, watery eyes, and managed a weak smile. "That one sounds great," they whispered, their voice hoarse from all the sneezing and coughing. The fever had been relentless, leaving them feeling both hot and cold at the same time.

Still, they were able to settle down a little as Cassie began to softly read her book, putting on voices for each character as they spoke.

But suddenly, a sneeze erupted from Riley's stuffed-up nose. It was a loud, forceful "Hih…H’iihtshoo!" that took them completely by surprise. Riley's eyes widened, and they instinctively turned their head to avoid sneezing on the book. However, in their effort to be considerate, they accidentally sneezed right onto Cassie's arm.

But they weren't finished yet. The tickle in their nose persisted, and they found themselves suddenly succumbing to another sneeze. "Huh...H'iihh...H'iiihtshoo! iishooo!Hih-hh Hih’tshhoo!" These were even messier than the last, sending a spray of tiny droplets across the room.

Cassie laughed softly, despite herself, as she wiped the new mess off her arm. "Oh bless you darling, you really can't control those sneezes, can you?" She teased lovingly, “I do have to say though, I don’t think sharing is caring in this situation my love.”

Riley blushed, their cheeks rosy from both embarrassment and fever. "I'm sorry, Cassie," they mumbled, their voice still raspy. "I didn't mean to sneeze on you, you’re probably going to catch this crap now.”

Cassie gently set the book aside and reached for a tissue. "No, no baby, theres no need to apologise, sweetheart. It's not your fault you're so under the weather." She carefully wiped Riley's nose, being mindful of the tinged red edges.

“Do you want me to continue or do you want to get some sleep instead?” The purple haired woman asked gently, taking note of the tired yawn her girlfriend had failed to hide. Fevers always made them sleepy.

Riley yawned again, this time not even bothering to hide it, “Can we do both?” They asked, letting their head fall against her chest as Cassie’s arms came to wrap around them.

“Of course, now. Where were we?”

The two shared that moment, and before long, the pull of sleep won them over and Riley was softly snoring, their mouth a little open as they slept. Cassie could’ve moved, could’ve left them there and gone about her day. But she didn’t. She was content to hold them close, never letting them go. And well, the cold that followed was definitely worth it.

#snz #snzkink #snzblr #snzario #snz kink #f/f snz #f/f snzfic #snzfic #r + c #🌻 fic

[modifiedyincision]

Suddenly extremely interested in ur sentient house oc

i need to talk about her or I’ll die i cant draw her but i think about her so much . Everything is under a cut ⬇️ i’ve basically sorted it into sections but I’m writing this at midnight, and I’m rambling. Good luck

Okay, first thing’s first. The house (aka The House, the House, any other number of things and capitalizations) is part of a larger story/world somewhat based on an old RP between me and my friend. A bunch of our OCs (and us!) lived together in a house and we could travel between dimensions. It was very silly and fun.

So. This is not, like, a serious character. I mean she’s definitely not a joke, but this isn’t a world with a lot of stakes, this is a world with magic and silly things going on with some lore and worldbuilding for fun, some of it carried over from a nonsense RP done on transformice when I was. Like. Twelve?

Anyway. The house

Her origins :)

Her existence is tied up into this wacky world. I won't be going super in depth on how any of it works, so ask about that if you want? But here we go:

The house is a mansion (?) built/born in the middle of the woods through magic. She was created by an angel-like being called Xvetriel (Xvet), who is able to travel between worlds/dimensions/whatever.

Her sentience was an unintentional accident on Xvet's part. Earth itself has no magic, so outside magic is far more potent than normal. He created her as a place to live (among other things, not important), because Earth’s lack of magic means it’s a good, predictable place to hang out when you aren’t worldjumping. And you can do more with less effort. However, this also means that his original plan of Very Big House got out of control, and she became aware and sort of built herself after a point.

Imagine trying to build a modern mansion. You have the materials and layout sorted, but as soon as you try and put it together the house just... does it itself. And it's not even the same mansion you were trying to build, and it has a new layout... that's kind of what Xvet found himself dealing with.

House outside

So let's say you're going on a house tour. First thing you'll notice after wandering through the middle of nowhere: her shapeshifty mess.

Different materials, different eras, styles, all blended together into one building. She never sticks to one look, so it's ever-changing. So long as you aren't looking at her.

She could probably change herself if you're looking, but she's a tiny bit mischievous and likes watching you wonder if that bell tower was always there. Or seeing if you double-take when you realize the shingles are different.

The only rule to how she looks is that one of the things she's with has to be, conceivably, residential. Some part of the house needs to look like something you could actually live in. She can be a greek temple merged with a greenhouse, and as long as she has a log cabin or some part of it stuck on her side, it's a valid form she can take.

I haven't given her a definitive height/size limit. But generally, the rules I've followed when writing or describing her are "larger than a one bedroom, one bath, smaller than a skyscraper."

If there are windows or glassy areas, it is always impossible to see inside. The glass is highly reflective, or maybe so foggy they're opaque. Windows without glass, open windows, so on all lead only to pitch-black shadows. The windows have an Oblivion situation going on: they work fine enough until you actually stop and look.

^ you are NOT looking inside those game buildings' windows

This is because she is an empty husk full of an empty void :) so theres nothing 2 see

The inside

Okay, that's a bit dramatic. Look, she has some quantum/magic fuckery going on. Xvet basically accidentally made a pocket dimension. That is a house. So

It's probably easier to think of her as just an infinite house, probably.

The house can create as many rooms as she desires, in any style she desires, with any furniture and as big as she damn well pleases.

The only exception to what she can make is generally very specific things nobody else present would have seen. If you want a physical copy of a particular new movie you haven't seen, and your roommates haven't seen, and the house obviously hasn't seen (because she's a magical house in the woods), she can't give it to you. If you want a copy of a film you've seen a million times and love dearly, though, she might be able to do something about it.

Though she isn't good at writing either. She can't write a diary for you, you need to do that yourself. She has trouble making books.. words are hard for her. She can translate them for you though ^_^

She cannot make living things. You need to supply that yourself.

..And there aren't any windows on the inside, either, at least not real ones...

There are a few rooms that don't really change, and these are the ones people live in and visit. The kitchen, library, bedrooms, reading nooks and places that almost look like museums and an entire conservatory... more stuff, mostly related to other characters.. those don't really change. She has everything you could ever want.

What is the layout of the house, though? Approximately? Well.

SHE HAS POWERS AND IS SPECIAL AND MAGICAL

She warps space.

So, uh, there's the foyer, which you always walk into when entering. But the door after that? Anyone's guess. Well, not the house's...

The house loves you and cares for you and wants you to be happy and healthy. And she knows what you want, need, your general thoughts at the moment -- magic shit -- so.

You're in the foyer. Want to read a book? She sends you to the library. Or maybe you're feeling a bit hungry, so she drops you into the kitchen. You have an urge to chat with someone? Well, if the other is up to it, when you open the door you'll go into a room where someone else is. If you're bored, she might conjure up a game room or a gallery or something.

If you're trying to neglect your needs, btw, that does not work. She WILL fucking send your ass to the bed or the kitchen or whatever. Try and leave? Good luck, she makes the room loop. You cannot leave until you behave. Take a nap. She also doesn't tolerate miscommunication and will trap people together until they talk it out.

Please don't worry about being stuck in there forever, she's very nice. If you want out (and aren't like. starving or w/e) she'll send you on your way back to the foyer so you can get out :)

But this does go in the opposite direction. If you wish harm on the house (and you can't burn her down -- the stuff inside, maybe, but not her) or her inhabitants? You will enter hell. It becomes some house of leaves, backrooms, nightmare type shit -- a labyrinth of confusing rooms that seem to have no consistency, places that loop in on themselves, endless corridors. You will not leave, probably, unless her occupants will it or take pity on you, in which case fine she will let you leave. Or if she decides you pose no threat. Or if she's bored. But otherwise? Suffer and face her wrath.

Generally speaking, though, she is friendly. She knows what you want, what you need, your thoughts (vaguely) and it's a bit of a privacy invasion, but she can't exactly help that. The house can't poke into your mind and know your darkest memories.

When making new rooms (such as for a new occupant), she takes into account their personal tastes and the purpose of the room. If it's neutral territory, somewhere many people will be, she tries to compromise. If it's a personal space like a bedroom, she goes all in. Maybe you like nautical themes? She can do that. Really obsessed with minimalism? Okay! Have you always wanted to live in a remote cabin in the woods? She will try her very best.

You can sorta communicate with her. You can speak and tell her stuff, and she will listen, but she can't respond. I mean... unless you say something like 'can I have a chair' and she makes one, but does that count?

She is a touch mischievous. Not malicious in the least. But she will sometimes move your table a few inches over because it's entertaining to watch you try and figure out why your bedroom feels off. She might tease you about a crush by repeatedly sending you into one of the gardens, full of flowers. Even if she can't speak, you can figure out what she's 'saying', if you hang out around in her for long enough. If you get genuinely upset, she'll knock it off.

There's probably more but I can't recall it rn and i think I've said more than enough at this point.......... um............... bye thank u for listening?

#i should infodump about my other guys maybe. maybe one day #hmmmm my sideblog exists but is dead maybe i'll put stuff on there #ocs #my ocs #the house #i dont fucking know what to tag this idk what my tags are!!! #ask #anything else #hm #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[clairdeluneandmurder]

A selection of unhinged quotes from my political theory professor:

"Socrates has a tiny ghost in his head telling him when things are wrong. Unfortunately, it doesn’t tell him when things are right so he’s just really annoying."

*Brings a 1-liter bottle of sparkling water to every class and drinks the whole thing during lecture.*

“The flood happened because God looked down at earth and said ‘I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this’, and so he nerfed us again.”

“God comes down and asks ‘Where my people at?’ And Adam and Eve are like ‘We done fucked up’.”

“Any schmuck can match their socks to their shoes but the mark of a true gentleman is matching your socks to your mood.” - said because someone insulted his neon pink socks.

“At that point, everyone else would be dead and it would just be Carl Schmidt waddling around Germany all alone.”

Prof: “Is the Illuminati still a thing with your generation?” Student: “Yeah” Prof: “The number one rule of the Illuminati is toughen the fuck up.”

“You can read Hobbes’ Behemoth if you're like a glutton for punishment or something.”

“The neat thing about soup is that you can start with the same ingredients and end up with a new soup every time.”

“If any of you steal my pies I’m going to assume you’re possessed by a demon... I made a pie yesterday. You have NO IDEA how much fruit goes into one of those fuckers.”

“The great thing about Locke is he’s dead. Once you’re a corpse you can be used for anything.”

“I am the crazy leftist professor your parents warned you about. I will make you read Marx and I will say that racism is bad. Sue me.”

"de Sade would be great at being on the internet. And I do mean that as an insult."

Brought a jar to class and put a dollar in it every time he used the word ‘neoliberal’, said he'd give us the money that goes in at the end of the semester. (we each got 3 bucks, there are 15 people in the class)

"Time is a flat circle and I am but a lonely goldfish cracker."

“By a show of hands, who is hungover today? I’ll go first to make you feel better. I am hungover today, be nice to me."

Starts lecture by writing on the whiteboard: “THE ECONOMY IS STUPID”

“Just to be clear, I’m not saying we should guillotine people who open soap shops on Etsy.”

“People don’t get my Simpsons references anymore. You kids today with your sponge bob and anime.”

“If you need help, please ask for it. The worst thing that happens is I send you a super condescending email and you’re no worse off.”

“You’re a shitty libertarian if you accidentally become a Leninist.”

“Anyone seen one of these modern garbage trucks? It’s sick right?! Pretty fucking cool!” proceeds to do an impression of a garbage truck “Marx would love to drive around a dope robot truck.”

"That’s what makes babies just awful. They don’t understand that they don’t always get what they want."

"For how many of y’all does getting stoned and staring at a wall to ponder morality sound like a great class?"

“I once had a student use the topic 'The only way to commune with the aliens is through nuclear warfare' for this assignment, nothing you write can scare me anymore."

“I'm not going to make you read this. It’s 4 volumes, 2500 pages, and mostly about how linen is produced. Moments of brilliance though.”

“I think we should replace the death penalty with public humiliation. ”

"Crude Freudism will get you 80% of the way there 90% of the time."

"I’m going to throw my uncle under the bus here… Actually, I fucking hated that guy and he’s dead so whatever."

"The best thing you can do for your future happiness is to never think about politics. …I say to a bunch of people enrolled in a 400-level political theory class. Y’alls mental health is fucked I guess."

"God tells you not to do the one Bad Thing and Eve is just so sexy that man has to do the one Bad Thing."

"I haven’t worn a 1950’s bra but I’ve heard they’re very uncomfortable. …Not that I’m opposed, I just don’t have the access and I've been banned from three museums so far."

"Course evaluations are available now y’all. I don’t care what you say about me or the class, but make sure you mention how great my hair is."

"Identity politics can be useful, but I think we’ve probably taken it too far since now we’re at the point where Kid Rock is shotgunning 18 packs of bud light on Twitter as a form of protest."

"We basically live in an aristocracy where you can vote. Sorry to disappoint you if you think Joe Biden is a communist."

"Do you know why we didn’t celebrate international workers day on May first? Because America says fuck you, that’s why."

#professor quotes #unhinged quotes #political theory #he is seriously the best professor I've ever had #yes i have more quotes #they're all this insane

[moodymisty]

❀ Misty's Follower Milestone Event ❀

EDIT: Event is finished!!! Thank you so much to everyone who's sent requests or kind words, it's been a blast!

Wow guys, thank you!! It means so much to see people enjoying my writing (and my silly chatting), and I hope to continue making you all happy <3 Deciding to come back to tumblr was the best choice I made last year.

I don’t really talk to much about myself on here, but I'll give a tiny bit of backstory. I’ve had this exact same blog since around 2011, it's seen so many fandoms, but I purged it in 2018. After that I completely quit posting online; Until last year when my depression decided to come back hard because of some irl issues, and I ended up going back to Star Wars and Darksiders as a comfort. Posting again was incredibly nerve-wracking as it had been so long since I’d written anything beyond silly personal drabbles, but I’m incredibly happy to see even one person enjoy what I make. I have zero shortage of self doubt for everything I create, but even if it sounds cheesy, nothing makes me happier than knowing something I created has made someone smile.

But wah wah enough sob story, onto the event! A sentence prompts list! I tried to make a good amount of spicy ones, some sfw ones, and even one or two angsty ones. Feel free to take any sentence(s) or prompts from here and send me a character in my ask box! Or multiple, if it strikes your fancy? Any Star Wars or Darksiders character is welcome, and I'm more than happy to stretch my legs and do a character I don’t do as much, or haven’t before.

I'll accept asks for this for around the two weeks or so give or take, so feel free to send something in if you'd like!

(I won’t be using my tag list on these posts just to avoid spam)

All the prompts are under this readmore, to avoid having a super long post.

↳Sentence prompts

“ I can’t stop thinking about you. ”

“ You really need to shave. ” 

" I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. "

" Where do you think you're going? "  

“ You should go. ”

“ You have no idea how much I want to kiss you. ”

" Never tease me like that again. "

" Kneel. "

" Sorry, couldn't sleep. "

" I want to do bad things to you. "

" Do whatever you want to me. "

" I want you in my mouth. "

" Quit looking at me like that. I know what that look means. "

“ I just don’t like the way he/she/they look at you, that’s all. ”

“ You don’t own me. ”

" You don't have to be gentle with me. "

" I'd cut out that attitude. "

" I'm not letting you out of my sight. "

" You really want me? "

" I, didn't know you liked that. "

" Ask nicely. "

" I can't stop thinking about you. "

" Want to sleep in my bed tonight? "

" Can you teach me? "

" Keep talking. "

" You look so hot when you do that. "

“ Can you help me? ”

" Um... I'm stuck. "

" Were you crying? "

" I hate you. "

" You're so fucking cute. "

" Why do you never talk to me? "

“ I, I think I’m pregnant. "

" You need to choose. "

“You're shivering... do you want my (clothing here)”

↳Scenario prompts

Needing something off the top shelf and needing to ask for help to get it down

Finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere

You or them saying a petname by accident

Soothing you or them after having a nightmare

Caught partly undressed or totally naked

Sharing food

Having to bathe together

Sending or saying something naughty to them during an inopportune moment

Accidental(?) flashing

Stealing a piece of their(your) clothing

Patching them up after a fight

Cuddling up for heat

Making them(you) blush

Giving them a nice (sexy) surprise ;3

Being given/getting flowers

Secret relationship

Reading together

Getting caught/catching them during a 'private' moment

And again, thank you all so much!!!

#mywriting #writing game

[ayotamacheck]

I have a cold right now so I was wondering how do the coral island characters handle being sick? you choose your favs!

yess!! sick hcs my beloved <3 this was super fun!! might do a pt 2 honestly 👀 we'll see!

hope you're feeling better anon <3 ty for the request!

Pablo

when he's sick, this man is in constant denial. he's very obviously sick, he knows he's sick, but he'll still get up to go to work or around town because, in his mind, if he's not dead then there's no reason to waste a perfectly good day.

luckily, it's always really easy to tell. rafael always catches it almost immediately; all you have to look for is pablo swaying on his feet at the counter or, god forbid while he's actually working at the forge. the heat in the shop is enough to fry his brain on a good day–add a feverish, stubborn pablo to the mix and it's a recipe for disaster.

he almost always just ends up making himself sicker by trying to avoid being cooped up in his room all day. well, that or he'll just get everyone around him sick and then feel bad about it later lmao. it takes you or rafael literally forcing him back to bed just to get him to rest. if you're together then he's definitely going to try and get you to cuddle with him, too, even though you definitely shouldn't.

if he's feverish, he gets weird fever dreams. like crazy shit. that's part of why he hates the whole having to rest phase of getting better.

an avid user of "you want to kiss it better?" as a pick up line while he's feverish. yuck

btw if you're in close quarters then you're 100% going to catch whatever he has. lucky for you, he's the best at taking care of his loved ones when they're sick <3

Rafael

okay. first of all, he definitely catches it from pablo. no way he stays healthy with that ball of disaster around him. (kidding i love him i swear)

he is related to pablo though, so a tiny bit of that obliviousness carried over. he's not stubborn about being sick, he's just genuinely unaware of it.

whenever he's sick, he just gets ten times clumsier. knocking things over around his room, tripping on the stairs, you name it. even if it wasn't a hazard to his health to be around the forge while he's feverish, you've also got to be afraid of him accidentally knocking something over and burning the place down lmaoo

once he's made aware of the fact that he's seriously sick, though, he's pretty good about it. man really just wants to sleep. pablo will send him back to his room and he'll crash for days, just alternating between sleeping and reading while he gets better. he feels a bit restless, sure, but he's also much more content to speed up his recovery by resting than his brother is.

also has some weird fever dreams sometimes, but he's better than pablo since he actually tries to do what he has to do feel better

he's also way less likely to get you sick lol. he will not let you or anyone healthy into his room if he can help it, because he's not about to put you through whatever illness he has too

Kenny

oh this poor guy. im sorry, but he can't handle being sick. he's just completely miserable.

it's literally everything he hates. his nose is stuffy, he can't play his flute, he can't go outside, he can't meet up with friends–it's torture. he knows enough to try and rest (even if he didn't, he lives with his parents and they know their son well enough to double check that he's taking it easy every now and then) but still. it's depriving him of everything he likes to do!

when i saw he's miserable, i mean he's /miserable/. he'll spend most of the day in bed or on the sofa so he can at least watch tv, always with a blanket around his shoulders. even when he's resting he doesn't really sleep much because he's got too much pent up energy that being sick isn't letting him get rid of. he's used to spending all day outside, so having to sit in, especially during the summer or spring, is the worst.

if you're together then he will let you cuddle with him, but he'll very much warn you that you're probably going to catch something from him. he's too bummed to refuse comfort but he's still aware enough that he doesn't want you to suffer too lol

if YOURE sick, then he's very good about it though :) he just won't hang around too close because he hates getting sick. a teeny tiny bit of a hypocrite on the subject.

Scott

okay scott is dramatic as hell about being sick. do you know the stereotype about guys acting like catching a cold is going to kill them? he is just that.

yes i love him no that does not protect him from slander

yes this is a scott slander post what about it

granted he's got a pretty good immune system so he doesn't get sick very often. but when he does, he is very vocal about it. he's the type to lay on the couch and complain about how he feels like he's dying and how this is the worst he's ever felt /everr/ meanwhile charles is standing in the background sipping coffee like 🙄

benefits of having a doctor as a roommate, he doesn't usually stay sick for too long since charles knows what to tell him to pick up to lessen symptoms. he rarely stays sick for more than a few days at a time, but when he does, you probably don't want to be around him lmaoo

he is genuinely appreciative of anything people do for him while he's sick though, even if he doesn't always act like it in the moment. if you stop by with some soup or medicine or just offer to hang out and watch some movies with him to keep him company, he'll definitely pay you back for it in the future.

however he is. simultaneously the worst and the best when you get sick. depending on how sick you are he doesn't have as many reservations about hanging out with you because he knows it takes a lot to get him sick, but he also doesn't really know how to comfort you lol. he tries his best, though, and he's definitely down to make you as much soup as you want 😌

#x pablo <3 #x rafael <3 #x kenny <3 #x scott <3 #x my writing #coral island headcanons #coral island imagines #writing requests #asks #coral island writing #anon #coral island #romance

[babymagi]

Magi Headcanons, I miss doing these

-So as you all know, I headcanon Muu with wild, curly hair. But part of that headcanon included than when he was younger even though him and Myron weren't enslaved they still faced discrimination and were made fun of for having textured hair, which resulted in Muu desperately trying to do whatever he could to straighten it, until Scheherazade came into his life and said that she thought his natural hair was beautiful, and that he should take care of it rather than attempting to make it 'normal' and damage it in the process. So then Muu learned how to properly care for his hair, also learning how to do different protective hairstyles. He did Myron's butterfly locs as a test and she's never changed it since.

-Talking about hair again, I think Alibaba has really thick hair, not necessarily long nor does it grow very fast, it's just dummy thick and takes up like half of his head mass.

-Hakuryuu and Hakuei have moles on other parts of their bodies as well. Specifically Hakuei has one on her left ring finger, the side of her right breast, behind her ear, and a few on her back. Hakuryuu has one on his lower back right above his ass, a few on his upper back, two on his inner left thigh, and one above his right eyebrow (small + hidden by bangs).

-Talking about moles again, I think Judar has a mole like directly under his lip but it's tiny so you'd have to be very close to see it, basically the mole Xiao Zhan has.

-Titus bruises really easily and also doesn't tan, just jumps straight from being really pale to being burnt.

-Sinbad wears too much jewelry to be stealthy. Any time Ja'far or one of the generals loses him all they have to do is stop and listening for the tinking noise of all of his metal vessels clanging together and they know where he is.

-Even though I'm 98% sure Ja'far's Persian I think he might have albinism which makes his skin super pale and hair white from a young age, but since people with albinism can't really have green eyes I would like you all to consider Ja'far with either red or purple eyes.

-Kougyoku and Judar can hold whole conversations with just their facial expressions and it freaks Hakuryuu out so much.

-Sphintus accidentally brought weed brownies to a Magnostadt class reunion potluck thing and EVERYONE got high as balls and he was never invited back to another one of those.

-Several attempts have been made to shave off Kouen's goatee in his sleep but it somehow magically grows back the next morning with him having no clue how it happened or that they even shaved it off in the first place. It's immortal.

-Spartos sleeps rolled up in his blanket like a burrito.

-Pisti collects squishmallows and over half of her room space is taken up by it.

-Alibaba once ended an argument with Hakuryuu by saying 'Maybe there was something good about you killing me because I came back with a bigger dick so fUCK YOU!'

-When Aladdin was first presenting as genderfluid Kougyoku took Morgiana, Hakuei, and Aladdin on a fem day out to a spa for a 'Girls Night' and it was super affirming for Aladdin and made her feel really pretty.

-Toto has pretty thick and dark body hair and just fully embraces it, doesn't shave and does not give a single shit if people judge her, she's rocking with the peach fuzz.

#i went and looked back at some of my old posts and i... #i use to be so unapologetically funny and loud and kinda cringe #i miss that era #now i'm just sad and nervous and drawing a lot haha #magi #magi headcanons #magi labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #magi adventures of sinbad #sinbad no bouken #muu alexius #myron alexius #alibaba saluja #ren hakuei #ren hakuryuu #judar #titus alexius #sinbad #ja'far #ren kougyoku #sphintus carmen #ren kouen #spartos leoxses #pisti artemyra #aladdin jehoahaz abraham #morgiana #toto