#also sorry if half of this doesn't make sense :D all my Word Make Sense juice went into that fuckin essay

[short-yandere-stories]

okay so---i read the lil fic of reader friendzoning sebastian and i saw your requests were open so here I AM-

Could I get a fanfic of Sebastian with a reader who ✨does✨ have a crush on him but ignores his advances because she happens to have a rather low self-esteem and simply "doesn't want to get the wrong idea" —if possible? if you can't either way it's cool .u.

I am so glad you're here! :D And hoo boy I can recognize myself in that for sure and this would 100% be me hands down. Also sorry for the tiiiiime this has taken meeeeee ugh life is. Annoying. Something I do know for certain, however, is that a yandere Sebastian would not stand for any low self-esteem. Especially not from someone as wonderful and perfect as you.

This can be read as a standalone thing or sort of a continuation of the last one!

Yandere is mainly at the very end because it became just so nice and soft and aaaaahh

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SFW, no major TW/CW, but mentions reader with low self-esteem feeling insecure and disliking themselves. :✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

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"Not Good Enough for Me?"

"Milady, are you alright? You've been staring through that window for quite some time now." Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn around, gaze landing on the tall, elegant butler peeking in through your door. At your acknowledgment, he takes a step into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"You have not moved from this spot since at least about half an hour ago. I saw you standing there while I assisted Finnian in the gardens." You look away, nervously picking at the skin around your nails. "I'm fine," you say with a forced laugh. "Just got lost in thought I guess." Slowly, Sebastian moves closer to you, making sure that you can clearly see him at any point. He closely monitors your body language, ready to stop the second he sees you flinching or turning away.

"Is it about my confession during the afternoon tea last afternoon?" He asks, hitting the nail on its head. He has to keep a chuckle in as you wince. "I meant no disrespect or harm, I can assure you," he continued. "And if I have made you uncomfortable with any of my advances, I-" "No!" You yelp, cutting him off. You snap around to finally look at him, eyes wide in a panic and hands thrown up in front of you, waving in dismissal. "I mean..." you continue in a timid tone, cheeks heating up at your outburst.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Sebastian," you say, eyes pleading with him to believe you. "It was actually really sweet and it made me extremely happy to hear. I just..." you trail off, looking down at the floor, unable to keep his gaze any longer.

"I just don't think you'd want to be with someone like me." Your voice grows increasingly quiet the longer the sentence goes on, and even Sebastian with his demonic powers and enhanced senses has to strain to catch your words.

"What?" he breathes, confusion and bewilderment etched on his face.

You turn back to face the window, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of comfort, trying your hardest to keep the tears threatening to form at bay.

"I just... I'm nothing special. I'm not really pretty or smart... I'm clumsy and mess up, and I can't ever do anything right." Tears blur your vision as you try to keep your voice from shaking. "I don't know why you'd want to be with me," you confess, finally, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

"You deserve someone better than me."

If he had a heart in the same way that humans do, Sebastian was sure that it would have shattered upon hearing those words. How had he missed your feelings in regard to yourself like this? The anger he felt aimed towards himself for missing such a crucial thing had completely blocked out the meaning of your words for a moment until they finally registered. You loved him. More than that, you'd avoided his advances and tried to push him aside not because you didn't reciprocate, but because you didn't think you were good enough.

In a flash, he's by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your hands weakly cling to his waistcoat, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt. "Sweetheart," he whispers, raising one gloved hand to pet your hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not noticing how you felt about yourself and adding to that burden," he begins, holding your crying form close. "But you're wrong. About all of it." You cry harder and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"You are special. So very special to me, darling, you don't even know half of it. You have the most beautiful soul of any person I have ever met. I love every single part of you. I love the color of your eyes, the way your entire face lights up when you smile. I love your mind and the way it works. Sure, you mess up sometimes, but every human does! It has never once made me think less of you. If anything, watching you trip over nothing only makes me see you as even more endearing than before." Relaxing his hold on you enough for him to bend down and look you in the eyes, he continues. "I love everything about you, flaws and all. I wouldn't change anything about you." One of his hands wipes away a few tears from your cheek before gently cradling it in his palm.

"There is no one that could be 'better for me' than you. You're perfect in my eyes. I hope that I can make you see that too, someday," he whispers.

More tears flow down your cheeks, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks that he has done something wrong, but then your face cracks into a smile. "Do you really mean that?" you ask meekly. "Or are you just saying it to make me feel better?" Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Sebastian leans in and presses his cold lips against yours. For a moment, you're unresponsive, frozen in shock. Then, your hands grab his shoulders, and you kiss back.

The feeling of your soft, warm lips against his is something Sebastian has dreamed of for so long. He can barely believe that it's happening. Your warmth, the softness of your body pressed against him is everything he ever wanted.

Possessive thoughts flash through his mind, solidifying what he already knew. This was where you belonged. By his side, in his arms. With him, forever. He would make sure that your thoughts never hurt you ever again. No matter how many times he had to reassure you, hold you, and help push those negative feelings aside, he would.

You were finally his. You finally reciprocated his feelings, and Sebastian would be damned if he let anything -- your own thoughts included -- hurt you.

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#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere sebastian #yandere sebastian michaelis #yandere demon #yandere demon x reader #yandere anime #yandere manga #wholesomey-artist #shortyanderestories #short yandere stories #sys #sebastian michaelis #black butler #kuroshitsuji

[slasher-dasher]

I would like to know what a slasher relationship would be like with a hybrid fem witch/vampire. Sorry if it makes no sense, English is not my main language

(No worries!! This was very fun to write :D Idk if you had any specific slashers in mind so I picked a couple :> )

Slashers with a Witch/Vampire S/O (fem)

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Bubba Sawyer:

Keeps a spare bucket of blood for you if you need it, though it might be a little old. He gives you small bones to use in wards/spells too

He's very concerned every time you step outside. He thinks one second in the sun is going to make you turn to dust, so be prepared for a very worried Bubba when you come back inside

He likes watching you work, he even learned to make a few wards himself just by watching! Whether they work or not, he has no idea, but he had fun and you seemed to enjoy them

Gifts you flowers he found around the farm (there's some grass in there too but he's trying his best)

Anytime you wear a dress or a skirt you've basically put a love spell on him, he'll be all over you in an instant

Jason Voorhees:

He's very cautious at first, but slowly warms up to you. His mom was very strict about anything she considered to be "witchcraft", so don't expect him to be too on board

When he does warm up to it, he'll bring you anything he can find around camp that he thinks you can use. Sticks, flowers, a grungy pillow, water, leaves, an old blanket, it all goes to you first

Tries to make sure you have enough blood to drink from trespassers because his is a little... stale (his words, not yours)

Thinks it would be very cute if you had a witch hat, and tries to make you one out of sticks and spare materials he found in one of the camp sheds. It's very small, but a perfect altar decoration. You are also the perfect altar decoration ;)

Pyramid Head:

The residents of Silent Hill are already so strange that you're basically a normal person to him

Doesn't mind the vampire part of you or the witchy part of you, and often gives you pointers on where to look for certain ingredients for spells and which creatures would be best to drink from

He will help you hunt because he knows it can be difficult, just stick by him and stay out of danger while he gets your dinner

Do not bite him, he will see it as an attack.

As long as you're not putting yourself into harm's way and the residents aren't bothering you, he's content with letting you do anything you want, especially when you skip around Silent Hill without a care in the world

Thomas Hewitt:

Also keeps a bucket of blood around for you, and he tries to keep it as clean as possible. He doesn't want you getting sick because of him

You spend most of your time down in the basement with Thomas. Half because he doesn't want you out in the sun for too long and half because he uses it as an excuse to spend more time with you

Will lift you up and carry you inside if you start burning up, you'll get a reassuring headpat too

Bite him as much as you want! He doesn't mind, he thinks of them as lovebites!! Plus, it's almost therapeutic for him

Defends your craft until the end of time, especially when the rest of the family doesn't seem receptive of it. He reminds them how well you've accepted their way of life, and the least they can do is respect yours

Let him help you!! Teach him some spells!! Give him a grocery list of ingredients you'll need, no matter how simple!!! He loves helping you in any way he can

#friday the thirteenth #friday the 13th #jason voorhees #slashers #tcm bubba #bubba leatherface #bubba sawyer #tcm #the texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt tcm #pyramid head #sh2 #silent hill #silent hill 2 #slasher #slasher community #slasher writer #slasher fucker

[jmvore]

Baby, Yes Or No...

↳ SYNOPSIS › Jung Hoseok met you three months ago and in those three months, he realized, he liked you too much to not give a relationship a chance. If only he could confess... that would make things easier, wouldn't it? › masterlist + other gift ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » WARNING(S) › nothing but pure fluff, Hoseok struggling with his feelings toward the reader, kissing under the mistletoe, side vminkook (mentioned), kissing, and confessing. » PAIRING(S) › jung hoseok x f!reader » WORD(S) ›  1.7k+ » POST DATE › 12/28/2023 » A/N › Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! Happy Holiday @hobipaint! This is part one of your gift, the other half is a header/icon combo I'll send to you through a message. Anyway, hopefully, you like it ❤️ALSO I'M SO SORRY IT WAS SO LATE. I also have something I am going to send you through message if that's okay.

thank you for reading! & remember: you nice, keep going.❤️ › masterlist ‹

Hoseok observes how your face lights up at the ginormous Christmas tree in the middle of the plaza. Pointing at the star that brightens once the clock turns midnight, the Christmas lights dance off your face as your smile grows wider. In that moment, he would say he felt like he was in one of those God-awful hallmark movies. The one where it took the girl falling for someone else for him to realize he wanted to be with her. Or, you know, it taking him forever to realize how much you mean to him.

The setup was perfect (or unlucky). Whoever this Joshua guy was, he was an idiot. He should've acted sooner but it was too late. He knew about his crush on you but Hoseok was determined to make you see him too. That faithful day he saw you at the Plaza almost a month ago, he didn't realize how much of a part you would play in his life.

How much he would need you in his.

And as Hoseok watches the way you're excited about everything around you, he realizes how much he loves hanging out with you, in every sense of the word. You want to get smoothies? He's down. Need someone to go somewhere with you? Not a problem, he's down. He knew he was down bad when you talked about going to some book club and volunteered to go with you.

Even Jimin had picked up on his crush.

Can you blame him though? You’re beautiful, kind, sort of stand-offish (which he loves) but once he could break down your walls, it was game over for him.

Yeji warned him about breaking your heart but he knows, he would never do it on purpose. Not if he can prevent it.

Only now, it's getting to the telling you part. He doesn't know how he is going to do it, but he knows he has to. He has to ask you out before Joshua does. He knows he’s been eying for your attention but he doesn't know if you've even given him the time of day.

Hell, will you even reciprocate his feelings?

“Finally…” Jimin chuckles at his friend when he recognizes the look that crosses his face. He nudges Hoseok your way as you turn to look at both of them, confused. Your friends surround all of you as you squeeze through to try and get to him.

"Hey! I was looking for you. Where have you been?" You ask, a small pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away. It's so hard not to! Why did you have to be so cute? "The lights are already up..."

"It's okay," He chuckles. "There's always New Year."

"I guess you're right." You turn to look back and Yeji gives you a thumbs up but when you turn back, you realize he's staring at you. You wipe the side of your face and frown, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No.” Hoseok laughs the more worried you look. “No. It's nothing.”

“Can’t be. I’m not buying it.” You shake your head, brows furrow as you scan Hoseok's face. “Hobi. Seriously, what's wrong?”

He glances back at Jimin for help but only receives a smirk in return.

“I, um…” He tries to say but the words simply aren't working in his favor. He wants to confess. He wants to tell you how much he likes you and how much your friendship over these last couple of months has meant to him more than anything but his brain isn't computing.

Why isn't it working?!

He hates that this is where you're probably going to see how much of a wuss he is. He can't even tell the girl of dreams how much he cares about her. Witchcraft. That's what this is. Because he's never been this tongue-tied before.

What the hell are you doing to him?

“Hey Hoseok?” You shake his shoulder to catch his attention again as your brows furrow. “Are you alright?”

“Uh…” Hoseok waves his hands frantically before scratching at the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. Yes! It’s nothing. I'm going to go see if Jungkook wants to get some hot chocolate.”

“I’ll go-”

“No!” He dials back his enthusiasm as he closes his eyes and takes a breath. “It's fine. I think Jimin’s looking for you.”

You turn to see Jimin with his hand in Taehyung’s, pointing at the inflatable snowman hanging from the bars. As you are distracted, he takes his leave. his steps quick and hurried. He’s going to hate himself for doing that to you but he didn't know how else to get out of the situation.

It shouldn't be this hard to tell someone how they feel! What's wrong with him? 

“Hoseok?”

“Shit!” He jumps, glancing at his cousin before looking back to see you sitting on the edge of the fountain with Taehyung and Jimin consoling you.

He’s probably fucked up his chance.

“Why are you running, hyung?” Jungkook asks, leaving Yeji and Ryujin’s side to be by his. He glances in the general direction he’s looking in before responding, “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Hoseok’s already upset with himself. He didn't need the others upset too. “Nothing, just… fuck, I just couldn't tell her.”

“Why not?”

“I don't know!”

Hoseok sits on the park bench with his head in his hands. He knows he needs to figure it out, but he can't. He's overwhelmed and doesn't know how to start. He feels a heaviness in his chest at the thought of Joshua beating him to confess and a sense of dread rises in his stomach. He feels like he's about to lose control.

He watches you walk away with Jimin and Taehyung, leaving him to stir in his thoughts.

Maybe he lost his chance.

"Hot Chocolate!" Jungkook sings and skips toward the building as Taehyung and Jimin follow behind their boyfriend. Everyone decided they wanted to go to Sweets 'n Treats for some hot chocolate. You wanted to head home, not really in a festive mood but you know Jungkook won't let you.

Neither is Jimin.

"You doing okay, honey?" Yeji sits down next to you with yours and her hot chocolate in hand. She hands you a cup with a pretty heart drawn on the top and a lid. You smile, thanking her for the thoughtful gesture and taking a sip. You both enjoy the warmth of the hot chocolate as it spreads through your body.

It makes you feel a bit better.

"I'm okay." You shrug. "Where's Ryujin?"

"With the boys. I told her I was going to talk to you."

"Oh." You chuckle, grabbing a couple of sugars to sprinkle into your chocolate. Yeji watches you frown. She knows you're trying not to bring the group down but you were also hoping Hoseok would have said something by now. You felt like all the signs were there. "Should I say something?"

"To Hobi?"

"Should I?" Yeji raises her hand to rest her chin on her knuckles in thought. She glances in the general direction he was in and notes how Hoseok's trying his best not to watch your every move. "I think you should follow your heart."

You feel a tug in your chest, and a warmth of approval radiating from Yeji.

"Go get your man girl!" She says, waving for Jungkook and Ryujin to come over.

You take a deep breath as you stand with your drink and head towards Hoseok. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You can feel the sweat in your palms (not from the hot chocolate). You tell yourself to act naturally, but you can't help the butterflies in your stomach.

You still force yourself to head his way. You know your friends are watching. They've been rooting for the two of you ever since they learned of your feelings for one another.

'You got this!' Yeji mouths before turning back to her conversation with Jimin as You take a sip of your drink, trying to calm your nerves.

"Hobi?" Voice as quiet as a whisper but you're sure he heard you because his smile is brighter the moment he sees you. "Hey."

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"What was that about anyway?" You try to play it off as a chuckle but you're curious why he ran away.

"Nerves I guess." That's an understatement, trying to keep your composure but you know exactly what he's feeling. "Can I tell you something?"

You nod but he doesn't look at you.

"I, um..." His grip tightens on the handle as he clears his throat. His voice is low and trembling.

"What's going on?"

He appears to be nervous and uncomfortable as if he's struggling to find the words to say. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for help before he speaks again.

"Hob-"

"I-I like you, ___!" He finally blurts out, leaving some of the patrons confused. He doesn't care. He's glad he's finally said it. "I like you a lot and I didn't know how to express that and then I was afraid of you rejecting me and-" He takes a deep breath and continues. "But I guess I knew I had to take a chance and tell you. I hope you feel the same way."

He stops rambling as his eyes widen and his heart pounds against his chest. He waits for a response, but you don't say anything, and his heart plummets. Dreading the worst.

Why weren't you saying anything?

Did you not feel anything?

"Y-You don't have to say anything! It's okay if you don't feel the same way. No pressure." He excuses himself but before he can get off the stool, you grab his arm to stop him.

"Wait." You look at him and grin. "I feel the same way. I felt the same way for a while now. I was hoping you said something first."

He's taken aback and smiles, before pulling you into a hug. You giggle, telling him not to be so rough but he can't help but squeal at the realization you feel the same way he does. He pulls back but hesitates when he glances down at your lips.

"Kiss me, Hobi." Your lips meet in a passionate kiss as he holds you in his arms and pulls you close. You feel your heart flutter the minute he pulls away and looks you in your eyes.

The moment is broken when you hear Jimin scream, "Finally!" as the rest of the group laughs.

"Yeah. Finally." Hoseok whispers as you look up to see what they're laughing at. You notice Jungkook behind you holding a mistletoe above your head.

"Really, Kook?"

"Yes!" Jungkook wiggles it above your head again and smiles. "It's tradition."

Hoseok leaned in to kiss your lips one last time as he couldn't believe he had the greatest gift this year.

Your love.

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#bts moodboard #hoseok moodboard #jhope moodboard #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #bts jhope #bts hoseok #hoseok x you #jmvore #hoseok x reader #jhope x you #bts layout #hoseok aesthetic #jhope aesthetic #hoseok theme #jhope themes #hoseok scenarios #jhope scenarios

[anniflamma]

Headcanons! Could I please ask for your headcanons on how David would have been like if Jonathan had lived!

(or, for the sake of not deviating the whole story altoghether bc either way David was meant to be king at some point. What if like, Jonathan had gone into hidding like what happened to Mephibosheth and later on met with David to tell him that, hey, he's actually alive so :D. Honestly im just asking bc the idea of Jonathan teaching Jedediah/Solomon how to court and judge others got stuck to my head when I was writting my Testament of Solomon rewritte and that got me to think even more like, would Jonathan get along with Abigail, would David had stopped seeking out women to marry if Jonathan had run away with him, would Absalom or the other childre of David had confided secrets in him more than with his father because they trusted him more, or would the court had tried to make Jonathan guilty of a coup at some point, maybe a lot of times, due to his past royal background, and ofc how would Jonathan have raised his son?)

Sorry if this was long ᓚᘏᗢ boop!

You are giving me food and being able to talk about it!!! :D

My headcanon would be if Jonathan had lived, his and David's relationship would have continued to be romantic and supportive!

I think Jonathan would first go into hiding and try to find his son first. Mephibosheth would still become disabled due to all the chaos when the news comes to the palace. But I don't think they would go into hiding for too long. Abner was supportive to Saul’s family first, heck, he probably would see David as a threat towards Jonathan instead.

And when they reunite, Jonathan would have either stepped down from his role as the next king or maximized David's status, so they would essentially be two kings ruling one kingdom. He did give an oath and his title as king to David when they last met each other, so it would make sense that he kept his word.

David would still pursue other marriages for political alliances, likewise Jonathan too. However, I do believe that David wouldn't take Michal back because the only reason why he forced her to be his wife again was that he pretty much wanted to secure his political position as a king. Having Jonathan there on his side already supporting him, it wouldn't be necessary to marry her. All his other wives, I think he would still marry them for political reasons. Bathsheba though… I don't think he would seek her out… Or maybe David would. For me, he is a bit promiscuous. But I do like the idea that he wouldn't be as interested if Jonathan were still around.

There is a scene in The Prince's Psalm where David and Jonathan talk to each other about their boundaries in their relationship. Jonathan wants children, but he doesn't want to pick a random woman only to discard her after giving birth to a child, he wants to honor his children's mother by marrying her and taking care of her. But also secured David by saying that it's okay for him as well to marry and love another woman too, but ended with the decision that they are not allowed to take any male lovers.

It sounds fun that Jonathan would be friends with Abigail. Maybe they are two peas in a pod because David picked Abigail for love, unlike the other wives. And Abigail is the same "type" as Jonathan. That would be cute.

I do think that the majority of the royal drama would be more about people not trusting David. The second book of Samuel is just David getting rid of all his political enemies and marrying every high-royal-woman to secure his position. The reason why Saul's other family members, such as Jonathan's half-brothers, revolt against David is that they are the "true" line of the royal lineage. So if Jonathan was still in the picture and became king, then that drama of power wouldn't be so much on the nose.

Absalom and David's other children might have indeed confided in Jonathan, finding solace and other stuff when David wasn't emotionally available. Especially when Amnon attacks Tamar and everything just crumbles. Maybe the situation would look different when David forgives Absalom for killing Amnon, and by having another parental figure, maybe Absalom wouldn't decide to revolt against his father?

And if Absalom still decided to revolt against David, Mephibosheth would still be left behind in safety in the royal palace. And I don't think that the servant Ziba would be able to trick David into "disowning" Mephibosheth when Absalom takes over the palace. I don't think Jonathan would ever let that happen, but also David and Mephibosheth's relationship would be different in a way. I have a headcanon that David is very overprotective of Mephibosheth but he also puts him on a pedestal, so when someone lies about him, David immediately believes that lie because he actually doesn't really know who Mephibosheth actually is.

But that is all I have to say for now! I probably missed some thoughts I would like to bring up. But my brain is empty at the moment!

#asks #rambling time! #david and jonathan #the prince's psalm #david/jonathan #Mephibosheth #absalom #headcanon

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

I've seen your autistic reader headcannons with sevika and I was wondering, could you do an ADHD reader with her? :D

Hello! Sorry this took so long :)

I love this idea and some dumb bitch in my inbox asked something similar so I decided to combine them

@sxpphicfxiry : Can you do a sev x reader where the reader is ALWAYS full of energy, like even before they go to sleep or even when they just wake up. thank you bff <3

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Sevika loves you, she does, but she would rather saw off her other arm than be paired with you on a mission. No thoughts run through that head of yours before doing some impulsive shit that causes her gray hairs

When you and Jinx are in close proximity she books it out of there. If you two separate are wild, then you two together are chaos

When you're perched on that lap, no you're not. It cannot be described as 'perched' when you're swapping thighs every five minutes. If her forearm is barring you from moving then you're squirming, tugging on her choker, fiddling with her arm, playing with her hair, knocking your foot against her leg, etc

She's very used to you touching her, whether that be tracing her muscles, drumming on any part of her body, intertwining your fingers with hers and swinging your hands

Will make you do her grueling workouts with her to burn some of that energy

Good god, are you wired before you go to bed. She doesn't let you have any kind of stimulation 30 minutes before you have to lay down. She's not above popping you sleeping pills, plying you with melatonin, or laying on top of you so you're forced to wind down

"So today, Jinx and I went to Jericho's and she actually made a really good point about tomorrow's mission, y'know how you said no bombs? Okay but what about-" Fingers wrap around your jaw mid conversation. A pill is pushed onto your tongue, barely halting your words for a second. Sevika's tuning you out in favor of focusing on your nighttime routine. Her hand stays holding your jaw while she half turns to grab a water bottle. "-she said that they'd just be paint bombs, not explody-fire ones-" "Drink." "-and I said I'd talk to you about it-"

She will also tire you out in other ways if y'know what I'm saying

Like sitting on you and letting you struggle

In the mornings you're talking her ear off while she gets everything ready. You have a reward system in place for when you can finish your breakfast in under 10 minutes

She has to repeat Silco's instructions for you several times because you forget, and also he just talks way too damn slow for you to pay attention

When she's talking to you she knows exactly when she loses you, your eyes glaze over or you're looking around the room at something else, so she'll tap your hand or grab your chin to focus your attention back onto her

Your little to no sense of danger is probably how you got involved with her. Anyone else is wary of the scary lady, but you saddled up right next to her at the bar and started chatting with her

"Hi! You're Sevika? They said to come to you for my assignment. I'm new, as you can tell. It's so nice to meet you! I love your eyes-" Sevika's taken aback by the inability of her glare to falter your words. You just keep going, emptying all of the thoughts rattling around that head of yours about her appearance, how you got the job, and your glowing review of the bar until she cuts in with tomorrow's instructions. Her one word responses and gruff replies do not deter you in the slightest. "Ca- oh, that's my favorite order here, too! Can I buy you a drink?" She blinks. "Mine are on the house." "That's awesome! Dinner then?"

You two are polar opposites

Thankfully her long legs allow her to keep up with you at the market in Zaun because you're fluttering rapidly between stands, distracted by shiny objects

She'll probably get you a makeshift leash because she can't turn her eyes away from you for a second lest she lose you

And it gives her a heart attack every time she does, which she shows in anger

She keeps a grip on your belt loop when she needs to talk to one of the vendors

Sometimes your inability to prioritize or your restlessness will have you tearing up in frustration. You don't have a good handle on your anxiety and you lose your temper often

Sevika will halt your pacing and pull you into her arms. She turns your gaze to hers while she tells you to breathe, that you're okay, you have all the time in the world to get your tasks done and she'll help you with them

She keeps up with your schedule and reminds you when she has to. She doesn't let you put anything off but she does reward you when you get things done

She'll smirk at how excited you get when you complete everything you need to do for the day. You'll be jumping up and down before she whisks you into her arms

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine

[pysoch]

Hey guys I have scout angst for you all :3

So one of my favorite musical artists is a fella named Matt Maltese. He's most recognized for his song "As The World Caves In", but he has some absolute bangers in his discography. There's specifically one song from one of his upcoming albums that's been encasing my mind these past hours of my life.

It's raw, which I really like about Matt's music. He doesn't loveslick lyrics like a lot of other songs, but they also have metaphorical meaning occasionally. Usually they're blunt, like this one. However blah blah I can rant about music some other damn time, here's my lil Scout headcanons!!!!!

For maximum experience listen to song. It might make some of these see my vision behind the song.

(t/w for angst and sensitive topics, as usual)

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- Scout doesn't like Pauling just because of her looks, duh, but also because she does some things that his mother would do (do not bring Freud into this). Like snorting when she laughs or having a plan C, D, etc for everything. Blunt and humerous, but kind regardless. I guarantee he sends letters to his ma about her.

- Sometimes in battles he completely turns off his voice communications and listens to the muffled chaos around him. It brings him an odd sense of peace when he doesn't have voices interrupting it.

- Although he's still kind an extroverted bragger, and the obvious self esteem issues behind that, he also wears the shield of overconfidence because his ma before he left said he's her favourite soldier of the family.

- Even though in the comics Scout seems to be abrasive towards talking about his dad, he in the hours of the nights talks about it freely to either Engineer or Pyro.

- Adding to that, Engineer is definitely a fatherly figure towards Scout. Scout clings to every time Engie calls him "son" like the southerner he is, and though it's just a nickname, Scout takes it to heart and in his head imagines it as an endearing title.

- Sometimes Scout still goes under his blankets at night and puts a pillow behind his back to pretend its his ma holding him when he's scared or sad. He gets homesick a lot.

- He'll yap about how he's more successful than his brothers but will defend them from other people with his life. Knows em all by name, too, and I like to envision they all write alongside the letters his ma sends. He keeps every single one.

- When he first experienced respawn whilst in the medium, he cried out for his mom and sobbed. Not because of anything to do with death, but because he realized she would've then lost both her husband and her baby boy.

- Once he came back, he crossed his fingers and whispered a "love you" to the ground because of a superstition he has that if you do that then look to the ground, the words will find their way to the recipient's hands and to their ears. He always does it with his ma in mind :)

- Scout has only physically self harmed once, and it was before he was recruited because of ongoing depression. He vowed to never do it again after waking up to his ma holding his arm and crying out small "sorry"s.

- After the comic "reveal" of Tom Jones being his "dad", Scout acts as if he's honored to be his son, but has slowly gained a small resentment towards the singer and can't quite listen to his music the same.

- Heavy and Scout often argue, but Heavy inside really has the brotherly instinct of wanting to protect Scout. Scout semi-recognizes this because he sees Heavy's demeanor like one of his older brothers, but denies that Heavy is intentionally doing it because of resentment.

- BLU and RED scout are the only doppels that still aren't used to each other, and will do whatever it takes to avoid even so much as hearing one another in battle; sometimes avoiding direct instructions from administrator to do so.

I'm really tired so I'm gonna head to sleep for the next half hour before morning classes begin goodnight my lovely followers!!!!!!!!!!!

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #teamfortress #tf2 #headcanons #tf2 comics #tf2 scout #angst #Spotify

[potterandpromises]

sorry for not winning you an arcade ring: chapter 6

Mabel and Theo’s art gallery date get together. [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5]

Also on AO3

(Picks up one day after the last chapter, in the evening.)

At the gallery, the staring is no worse then it was right after all the Bloody Mabel crap.

Low murmurs hush as her and Theo pass and, absurdly, she worries if anyone guesses this whole engagement is a sham. They aren't holding hands. They definitely didn't great each other with a kiss at the door. Nothing, they agreed, was needed to sell the relationship, because no one would ever do what they're doing now. At worst, people will sense something is off and assume they're in a fight or unhappy together.

(At worst, people will know they’re bad for each other.)

For some promotion or other, someone gives them each a glass of champagne, which strikes Mabel as shortsighted given they're in a building full of easily harmed works of art. But, what does she know.

She downs hers. Theo takes a tiny sip of his— possibly even a stage sip— and hands it off to her.

They wonder down the hall, stiff and awkward under the attention. Next to Theo in his burgundy sweater, Mabel feels highly overdressed in her aunt's clothes.

Something catches Theo's gaze, and she follows it to a large canvas, painted with varied shades of violet, magenta, midnight blue. They're barely blended, split like a cracked galaxy.

She catches his eye. “When I was little," he signs, "my dad would tell me: ‘Theo, if you keep looking down— you’re going to get robbed.’”

By his playful smile, it's a joke. She does not find it funny. "Looking at what?"

"S-I-D-E-W-A-L-K," he fingerspells, "C-R-A-C-K-S."

"Oh." It's curious, how she saw the sky and he saw the ground. "Show me?"

It repeats it slowly. "Sidewalk."

"Sidewalk." The flapping motion is as fun as it looks, though somewhat dampened by the middle-aged women to Mabel's right openly staring at them. "And, C-X-A-C-K?"

Theo smiles, like she's done something wrong but she sure is cute about it

She frowns. "What did I do?"

He reaches out, takes her hand in his. Gently, he turns her palm skywerd, and traces an R into her skin. Heat flushes through her, settles low.

"R," he signs, and still holds her other hand. It takes her several seconds longer then it should to realize it is not what she just signed. "You signed" —he traces an X into her too receptive palm— "X."

She nods, throat dry.

"C-R-A-C-K," he continues. "Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

Mabel makes eye contact with the staring women, makes her look away.

She turns back to Theo.

"How..." She meant to ask sooner, had wanted to. But when she heard about the sentencing, she couldn’t decide if she was the last person on earth he’d want to see or the only one who’d ask. And besides, she didn't have his phone number. She thought about showing up anyway, his coat tucked under her arm. Of course, she hadn't.

She isn't sure she should ask now, if she should touch the nerve. If it were entirely off limits, though, she figures he wouldn't have mentioned his dad in the first place.

“How are you doing since…” she doesn't have the right signs for 'prison sentence' and lets her hands hover, turn like a visual throat clearing, "with your dad."

Theo stiffens. Neither of them say anything, although not for lack of wanting. The seconds stretch, hang out in the air between them.

"We talk sometimes, and it's fine. I know he loves me," he leans into the word 'love' like a hug, "but I think prison might be the right amount of distance for us."

She has no idea how to respond to that; in sign, out load, over text message, on paper. Her father's absence pricks like a half healed wound most days. She can't imagine needing him to be removed from society, gone.

Someone clears their throat. Loudly.

It's the same women from earlier. Mabel gives her the stink eye as they collect their glasses and shuffle away.

The gallery has a few benches, but she's genuinely unsure if they are in fact serviceable pieces of furniture and not art that should really be roped off. They find an unoccupied corner, sit on the floor instead. She finishes Theo’s champagne.

He holds her gaze. “I spent whole years just waiting for something to change.”

She nods. “Me too.”

Sort of. Theo had waited for the other shoe to drop. Mabel had waited to feel better, to feel like the past was actually past, without entirely wanting it to. She’d waited for Tim to have a change of heart, to confess what he saw.

Theo pulls out his phone and begins to type.

Across the room, a couple, both about 30 years old, share a kiss under a portrait of a Cocker Spaniel balancing an apple on it's head. Are their lives secretly as complicated as hers and Theo's are? For their sakes, she hopes not. She hopes their lives are as easy as they look tonight, and that they have a dog just like that one.

Theo hands her his phone. It's open to the notes app; one paragraph.

I never wanted to go to jail (shocker.) But I want you to know that I did feel bad for Oscar and at times I did want to confess. There was no way to implicate myself without implicating my dad, for threatening Tim and probably for everything else. I could never do that, but I always believed we’d be caught eventually (he didn’t.) It was a relief in a way, not to have to hide everything all the time. I just never thought he'd be punished and I'd basically get away with it.

Mabel looks over at Theo's shoes, his nice shoes, ankle devoid of a monitor.

"We were children," she signs. 'Kid' is something else, but she can't remember what.

"Yeah."

"He wasn't."

"Yeah."

He looks down, keeps her in his sight line. She turns half her attention to the meandering gallery patrons and accidentally makes eye contact with an older man in a fur coat. They both look away.

Theo leans against the wall, one leg outstretched in their little alcove, the other a curved arch where he rests one hand. She'll paint him again, just like this. It's only a matter of time.

She taps his knee. "We can leave, if you want.”

He shakes his head. “Only if you want to."

"No." She doesn't. She wants to stay with him.

He leans forward, pears around the corner at the current of people and the walls patterned with canvases. "Show me something interesting?"

He'd liked that abstract painting, so they get up and she looks for abstract, wonders absently if the hotel artwork in his apartment is by preference or if it just came with the place.

She touches his shoulder. "What about with W-I-L-L?"

"It's better." She can't tell if he means his relationship with Will is better then with his dad, or if he just means it's better then it was.

"We've texted a little. Neither of us really know what to say to each other." At random, they stop in front of a black and white something-or-other. "But we both want to try."

She nods. It's not an insignificant decision, to try.

“Thoughts?" She gestures at the painting.

He considers it, smirks. “I see dead people.” 

A smile pulls at her lips. She narrows her eyes.

“You might not like it,” he leans in conspiratorially, just far enough away that he can still sign, “but that joke would have killed at mortuary school.“

There’s a teasing glint in his blue, blue eyes, and laughter bubbles in Mabel’s chest despite herself. “That’s not a good joke, just so you know.”

He flashes a lopsided grin, and Mabel wants him. Stupid jokes, complicated family, and all.

Tonight, she has him.

The gallery is full of weird beautiful things and some other winery is giving out more free samples. A few people try to ruin it all with their stupid questions but she doesn't let them. It's real, whatever her and Theo have, even if it's only real to them.

Even if it only exists for a few more days.

#only murders in the building #omitb #mabel mora #theo dimas #fanfiction #my fanfic tag #fic: sorry for not winning you an arcade ring #theobel

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Fake fic titles time!!!!

In Ink and Blood (heheheh I like this one)

A feather Quill with a tale of old

All in all, I have you

Nobody’s pawn (the angst potential >:3)

Just one drop

Hehehe have fun with these!!

WHOOP WHOOP thank you very much becky !!! :D

in ink and blood

becky genuinely i cannot think of ANYTHING for this. everything else came to me easily but i've been sitting here trying to think...i'll take another minute or so,,, i'm thinking vampires? pen manufacturing? a deal?? tnt duo??? IDK!!! aha i listened to a song called ink and blood so ig a horror setting could fit!..nah i'll stick to tnt vamps

quackity is a borrower, wilbur is a vampire. when quackity comes in contact with said vampire due to wilbur's enhanced senses, he realizes that wilbur is scared. quackity is too, which puts them in an untrustworthy position of "who is lying" despite both of their "shows" being completely real. (legit just wrote tommy there. that is my fifth time using tommy as a filler word today) quackity comes forward one day and requests that wilbur leaves him alone, or quackity will tell his colony of this find. (which is a total lie, quackity's been a loner for half of his life). wilbur states that while quackity wants comfort in writing, wilbur wants comfort in blood, as in, turning quackity. the man is hesitant at first, but he really isn't spiritual enough to embrace death just yet.

so quackity, having had read a few books in his lifetime, especially horror ones that he'd stolen from a human he used to live with, agreed. and wilbur, stupid as it was, wrote in words that he wouldn't do anything to quackity, despite being his soon-to-be-sire (GAHHH i'm so happy with this and i love it- esp quackity wanting it in writing and him being a lawyer- yk- HDFSHA)

a feather quill with a tale of old (holy SHIT i love that)

archeologists recently discovered the ruins of an old, small camp. the only thing about it, is, it's massive. there's towering stone walls with ropes of ivy and overgrown plants surrounding the entirety of the old place. phil, in charge of the plan to uncover the giant civilization, immediately sets off to work with his large group. they work for days, starting only with the jungle of ferns and growth. tubbo, the youngest of their party, slips off and starts investigating on his own. he'd always had a weird kind of deja vu that was in the back of his mind, flaring up whenever he did something like write in a book or watch a paranormal show. but it flared up bad here, it felt familiar.

tubbo wanders into an old tent where only the foundation stands and sees a book buried under a pile of sediment. some trouble later, he unearths a chest filled with dirt, a feather sticking upright out of it like a plant, and a book settled in between it. the voice in his head grows loud and his gut churns, it's so familiar. on the cover, it reads: dreamons. (i like tubbo and fundy and sapnap's little dreamon adventures, okay? also this rlly isn't g/t....sorry)

also just bc this is short, maybe tubbo sneaks away from camp and visits this place. maybe a dreamon comes for him, or he finds the remains of fundy, sapnap, or even himself. or.....something entirely different >:) i could totally write this...

nobody's pawn (angst. >:D)

usually, when a human finds a borrower, they capture it and put it to work. sometimes they're cruel, sometimes they're on the nicer end of the spectrum while still enforcing rules. they'll make them do work, like basic chores.

tommy had a big ego. he thought highly of himself, so when he was caught by a human, he was startled to hear that dream didn't want anything from him. not a single job was worth tommy. tommy took offence to that, and continued popping up at random times to pester him about the offer, any every time dream declined. tommy was clouded by the thoughts of why he wasn't able to. maybe he was too small, he had been unusually small compared to some other borrowers he'd met....but that doesn't mean he was any less capable.

tommy started trying to help dream. setting dream's alarm when he was too tired to, rolling lost items out from under furniture, anything. until, of course, dream would call him out on it. tommy, in the end, was always left wondering why dream did not want him. (not rlly angst...more just miscommunication involving traditions lol but i like this!! also primeboys my beloved <3)

all in all, i have you

(this just yells shrinking but i gotta figure out how to make it not a typical shrinking story... boom okay got it!) tubbo had always enjoyed tinkering with things. his attic is filled with junk he'd acquired while sneaking into junkyards and walking in the dangerous part of town. so, naturally, it didn't startle him that he'd actually perfected a shrink ray. he'd tried it on a duck lamp he had, and it worked perfectly. it was no more than a few inches when he'd hit it with the ray.

his next test subject would be their son, a little boy ranboo and him decided to adopt when they hit eighteen. it was a little nerve-wracking, sure, and for a second it thought he may have...died...but all in all, it worked!

ranboo didn't exactly know about this. when they asked where micheal went, tubbo lied and said that the boy had went to spend the weekend with jack (who was also in on it, and in on the shrink ray). he practiced on everything. and it helped with his inventions, like too-big pieces of metal that he needed to be smaller. he added settings to it to adjust things. it was amazing. tubbo, foolish as it would be to admit, felt like a mad scientist. ("i have you" refers to the shrink ray...cause yk...mad scientist...OKAY IT WAS SOMETHING I CAME UP WITH TO SWAY AROUND HONEY I SHRUNK THE KIDS LMAO)

just one drop

(ooh do i chose drop like liquid or drop like height....) for class, wilbur needed to do one of two things: find a subject, and test his concoction. his school focused on magic while including the other basic things. but mainly magic. he had magic blood from his mother, but he's the only one who did, seeing as both tommy and techno were adopted. wilbur's subject was tommy, in the end. he was the only one home at the time, otherwise it would've been techno, because he's much more enjoyable to work with (sometimes...)

he'd tried to make a shrink potion and was testing to see if it worked. the instructions for his assignment was to use just one drop from a pipette, but somehow wilbur managed to fuck that up. mainly because tommy was complaining and he squeezed just a bit too hard. which would've been okay. but he panicked and ended up spilling the vial onto his brother. his potion had worked, so he'd get a good grade...but he had to hide his three-inch-brother from his other brother and father. and...they don't exactly know that the school he goes to deals in magic. the "real" classes were more of a ruse. the magic his mother told him he had was whispered to him only a few weeks before she left, as far as phil knows, wilbur was normal.

#brickquiries #becky brickling #becky my beloved <33 #brickfic titles #GOD this took ages so sorry #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #happy w these ngl

[erigold13261]

Hello hello I'm back once again to ramble some more about Garden of Thorns in your FRAU, only this time I'm just gonna say that last time I completely forgot about DJSS when I wrote my last ask so that's why there was no mention of him (sorry DJ :( )

Now when it comes to helping out with your oc band fight DJSS (I will draw them when they're revealed mark my words-) Sylvie and Olive tag along because at this point no one is immune to free therapy from Sylvie- and Olive wants to make new friends so they go to Club Planetarium. Sylvie knows something is up and if needed stops the fighting to let DJSS talk about his problems and how he's feeling, and Olive removes her gloves and reveals her healing powers for the first time as it fixes the cracks on DJ's orb head and seals the gas inside it (or other material idk what's in there-) which I'm sure surprises everyone. I'm sure Sylvie may also host a group therapy session with all the NSR Artists, BBJ, etc, because she wants to help as many people as she can since she knows that there are people out there who don't have access to resources such as therapy so she's made it her goal to change that slowly but surely. (Also I'm currently working on my ocs designs for your au while typing this out so the gloves for Olive is a part of her design)

Speaking of Olive, I remember how you mentioned that Tatiana would definitely come at her during the final showdown since she's healing everyone else from a distance. Tatiana sees Olive just standing there and is a bit confused until she sees the glowing light emitting from her hands and just patching up whoever's fighting her of their injuries quickly and this sets her off. Everyone else realizes that Tatiana is charging at Olive and tries to warn Olive but then something happens that catches them and Tatiana off guard. Olive grabs Tatiana's arm before it can reach her, and then her eyes start glowing red. That's when Olive proceeds to just annihilate Tatiana via a flurry of throwing, punching, kicking, and slapping. Everyone else can only watch as Tatiana is smashed against the floor while Olive has her usual smile on her face, and then afterwards she throws Tatiana at the crown, which explodes just like in the original game and reveals Kul Fyra's guitar. Olive made sure not to hurt Tatiana too badly while doing all that and when she heals her of her injuries I'm sure Tatiana is very confused as to why Olive would heal her after she tried to attack her and lost. Olive just smiles and let's Sylvie take over aka giving Tatiana her therapy.

Sylvie would indeed suspect something is up with Kliff, but Artemis attempts to come to his defense (Mainly because of her *cough* feelings *cough* towards him but she's too shy to admit it) and tries to convince her friend that Kliff wouldn't do anything drastic. Obviously Sylvie is not having any of it and talks with Kliff anyway, and that's when she helps him realize that he has a very unhealthy parasocial relationship with his idol/Tatiana and works with him to solve any other problems he may have as well.

And that's about everything that's coming to my mind right now about FRAU, my OFA AU thoughts are starting to take over again so I'll head off to elaborate on them on my own blog lol. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings once again Eri :D

I had this mental image that Olive was smaller than Tatiana so all I was seeing in my head was Tatiana getting slapped and thrown by someone less than half her height lol! But glad I relooked at Olive because her being taller than Tatiana and being able to do that makes so much more sense!

But yes, she would be so confused and it makes me think of the scene from Undertale where Flowey doesn't understand why you spared him (them? I forget Flowey's pronouns, my bad). She would be more willing to listen to Sylvie and B2J at that point, but still hesitant because of thinking everything she's worked for will be stripped away from her (but she probably would come fully around after a few therapy sessions).

The Kul Fyra moment would probably be even more heartbreak. For Mayday and Cyril. The both idolized her and now they realize that she is the reason for a lot of their suffering because they tried to follow her path. I don't know, it just feels even more bitter sweet than how the original ending goes. I don't think Tatiana would give the guitar to either of them though, both can't play it (May physically and Cyril doesn't know how), so instead I see her as using it as a symbol to bridge EDM and Rock together.

But going back to Nova for a second, he would be VERY surprised at the fact that his head got healed. I still think there would at least be a scratch still, something that won't ever fully heal (like a scar) but at least now he will be able to contain his space dust and think with a clear head more easily! (he would also gladly stop playing music to just talk about himself and his woes, probably lets slip some stuff about Neon and 1010 too which would help Garden of Thorns/Ex-Jay depending on WHEN the rematch with Nova happens).

Group therapy will also have to wait at least a little bit after the NSRtists have some one-on-one therapy, because all I can see is Eve and Mama ganging up on Neon, 1010, and Nova while Yinu and Sayu's Crew try to stop the whole fight that is about to go down. Until Tatiana raises her voice telling them to all shut up and sit down which immediately makes them ALL obey (and also shows the therapist/Sylvie/whoever just how much work is going to need to be done).

And Kliff's relationship isn't ENTIRELY parasocial since he and Tatiana do have history together, however I do see a good talk between Tatiana and Kliff to be great closure for both of them. Maybe they get a little physical at first, with a punch here and there (from both ends) but Olive heals them both up and their wall of frustration is gone and they can finally have an open conversation. They can both finally close the book on their relationship, never really talking again, but the two finally being at piece with their shared past. (And it helps that Kliff now has Artemis to get his mind off of Tatiana :3).

So yeah! A lot of things would turn out quite nice if a Re-Revolution occurred with multiple bands coming together to pull it off! There would still be the initial few years of suffering everyone does, but at least by the end people are healing together instead of scarring by themselves!

#doveriathegoddess #nsr #no straight roads #nsr au #othideas #failed revolution #eritalks #eriau #othoc #noart #asks #love the mental image of o/live beating the crap out of t/atiana #it's just so funny to me #lol #also really like your d/jss take #he would gladly let his head get healed #it would allow bonking n/eon's head to be easier #:3c

[divinefeminine-card]

hiii :):) i hopee you have a great dayy act i want to ask about my future spouse anything about it . im a she , my initial is D and my sun is gemini

thankyouu so much:):)

Hello hello! I am so so sorry love ❤️

Hope you have a great day and week as well 💕

I have got it in three parts:

1. Personality

2. Treatment to you

3. Relationship of both of you.

Personality:

Cards: 6 of Cups, King of Pentacles (reversed) Knight of Cups, Queen of Swords (reversed).

I feel like he would definitely have a pet. Who he has been with for long, really attached to the pet definitely. He is someone loyal. Someone who is committed to the bit. And won't leave someone just for any reason. The people he has had around him have influenced him greatly, in a wholesome way.

Someone who might seek riches specifically a lot. While, that's not a bad thing on a moderate level but with him it's more than moderate I feel. He might chase riches or material abundance so greatly that he might forget the other important priorities. Working overtime may be a thing too.

He would LOVE surprising you with flowers. Like, whenever he would meet you after work, he would get you flowers, chocolates or anything you love in that regard. Planning a surprise picnic on a warm Sunday. On special occasions, giving all those romantic gestures like that. A romantic at heart, by soul.

As I mentioned before, with all the greed for riches, he would definitely forget the priorities this would lead him to not be able to see the things and matters in the long term. Basically, Long term planning might be something he doesn't do, or simply neglects. He might sometimes get cold and blunt with his words, without even meaning to. Aloof at times, isolating might be something he would tend to do when things get stressful.

How would he treat you?

Cards: 2 of Pentacles, 7 of Cups, 3 of Swords.

Like he would treat himself, that is, an equal to him. You know, he might see you as his other half, so treating equally makes sense (Am I even making sense??). He would be really authentic with you. You would not need to worry whether he is being truthful or not, he is showing you what he actually is.

Sometimes, in spite of his best intentions, he would jumble things up and get confused. Like, "Oh, will she like this? Or will she like that? No, no, that, THAT seems the best or...." Yup! He would want to give you whatever he can, however he can, but the options are too much. You would find this really endearing though.

He would at difficult times, distance himself from you. I feel like, it will be in order to not hurt you even though the distance will hurt you more. Getting away from you in stressful times. Like that.

Your Relationship:

Cards: Ace of Cups, the Magician.

A connection where the efforts were made, and the result is just so beautiful! There would be so much love in this relationship. Two hearts together, like it was meant to be. You two were meant to be. A beautiful connection. Maybe you two manifested this bond.

Again, something you both created together. Oh, you two might also like trying out new hobbies together. Going on trips, trying out new food but mostly something related to creating something new!

Your relationship will feel like a beautiful magic! A lasting magic ✨

If you have any further questions related to this reading please let me know! 🥰🫶🏻🪔

Have a nice day and don't forget to leave a feedback ☺️🤍

#tarot reading #free tarot reading #palak reads #sarayouuu04

[thesharksimp]

Sal haters bug the shit out of me. How can you say you hate Sal but actively enjoy Satanick, fumus, Ivlis, etc. Half of Sal haters are just as immature and weird as those who like him. Plus the mf could’ve been redeemed just ig not .. right now.. (I need hope. I need funa to post more of the shark bros *cries*) I wish they didn’t label Sal as the only pure evil character. Just about every antag in okegom is shitty (as in they did awful things.) if you’re going to hate Sal then hate the others also but why would you? He’s cute and hot plus he really could’ve been redeemed. He still can be. (Once again clinging onto hope in the future) I need him alive and I need him happy or I’ll cry.

Anyways uh worship Sal and samekichi y’all. Both are *blushes and screams*

My wording / English lately sucks so if nothing makes sense uhhh my bad

Anon reveal yourself I wanna kiss you

Funny enough Sally's the only DSP baddie I like. Characters that have "evil" as their whole personality with no depth at all are not my cup of tea. Sal meanwhile has a whole iceberg going on in terms of depth lmao.

The main reason why I love (<- understatement) WatGBS is because every character has something else to them. It annoys me when people reduce Wadda to "soft baby" when her whole objective was to grow up from the soft baby. Needless to say, the biggest reduction goes to him.

Unfortunately his big scene involves a nasty thing, so he's nothing but nasty and everything else involving him doesn't matter anymore, riiight? :D

"he gave wada ptsd!" They say, closing their eyes, as they completely ignore how Wadanohara wished to reconciliate with him.

That's not the worst tho, it's the desperate need to show it. Commenting "I hate him" under anything about him (which is rude as hell when it's a fanart), or making a worrying amount of content just spitting venom to the boi.

I may be weird, but I don't see the appeal of making hundreds of posts about how much you hate X. It's lame. Like, why don't you use social media to talk about things that actually make you happy...??

(If actively hating on X is what makes you "happy", I'm sorry to tell you that's a very poisoning and unhealthy behavior mate)

In conclusion:

I have some goodies on Google Docs involving Samekichi and alive Sal fluff you will certainly enjoy. Unfortunately they're on a paused queue, so for now you'll have to keep suffering.

#resisting the feminine urge to invade the sal tag with love for the boi #ask

[julia-bunncat]

Korekiyo and Shuichi are doing well, buuut what about "Ama"-part in Amashinsai? :D How do you do, avocado boi? can we have some Amasai or Amaguji (it's up to you) headcanons pls??

Ooh, one more question! 💫 How lucky I am owo [and sorry, if I made you wait too long, Anon ;^]

But, yeah!! You asked the right question in the context of my profile! Don’t worry, avocado-boi never leaves my head, he’s doing great – and I’m actually happy to share my headcanons about the pairings with his participation ~ And since I have a choice, I think I’ll start with Amasai o/ Of course, it doesn’t mean that I have nothing to say about Amaguji – I just don’t really want to overload the answer, and plan on talking about them in future posts anyway! (also, in fact, I rarely see text posts with both Amaguji and Amasai – which means it needs to be fixed ✊) Let's get started:

Despite his dislike for cars, Rantaro will soon agree to travel at least in a van with Shuichi! Firstly, because Shuichi is newcomer of traveling the world and Amami doesn't want to constantly subject him to exhausting hikes… And secondly, Rantaro can’t help admitting how hot his boyfriend looks when he’s driving 😳 For the first time, he will most likely just lie somewhere in the back, trying to get used to the sensations (watching Saihara with half-covered eyes)~ But then, he'll be able to sit next to Shuichi and discover a new world!

If we take a Universe separate from Amashinsai, I represent the possibility of Amasai becoming a couple, in many ways, thanks to the initiative of Shuichi to find the sister/sisters of Rantaro. Rantaro's heart, in principle, skipped a bit every time Saihara shows attention to his family. On the one hand, it's a painful subject for him, on the other – the main priority. And it was Shuichi who became the first person in his life who didn't condemn him for such stubbornness and didn't call pathetic. So, I am definitely headcanon that Shuichi will able to help him and thus win his heart forever! 💘

Their relationship, in my opinion, has some spice ~ Not in the sense that they often have conflicts or, even more, so that they hate each other 😯 (at one time, for me this view was a discovery and I still can’t figure out what makes some fans think like that ??) I mean… For example, Shuichi often grumbles that Rantaro, as an Adventurer, has to get involved in dangerous or even not quite legal cases. It sounds like: "that frickin' adventurer… should I give him a flick on his forehead..? or maybe, just give myself…" :D But seriosly, Shuichi is just worried that in one day he will have to arrest his beloved 😞 But in fact, after his sis turned up, Rantaro stopped getting involved in so many shady adventures. Yeah, he repents that sometimes he likes to tease Shuichi in order to look at him – such strict and bold..😅 But overall, Taro himself is obedient and decent guy! In other words, not that bad, you know ~

Here’s a little scenario to make the example clearer:

Shuichi: *just found a random picture of a man tied up in arms and legs with a bomb* Shuichi: *notices Rantaro’s strange gaze* Shuichi: Please, don’t tell me that happened to you too!😩 Rantaro: Aha-ha-hah, well… Things were a little different… Shuichi: *growls* R-r-rantaro..!! Rantaro: Don't be mad, sweetie! I'll change..! 😅 Shuichi: *sighs* You’re still looking for troubles… Rantaro: You know that I don’t get into places where I could get killed. In fact, knowing that you’re waiting for me, it's become even more difficult to carry out my duties… Shuichi: *snorts and turns away* It's not a "duties"… You just like to danger your ass… Rantaro: *smiled and, moving Saihara's bangs aside, kissed on his forehead* I really appreciate your care..~ Shuichi: 😒😳

Continuing the topic I started above, it's clear that many of Shuichi’s grumblings are due to 1) his lack of self-confidence; 2) the fact that Rantaro is still a rather private/secretive person. So, Shuichi very often can't fully believe that such a bisexual icon like Amami, of all the classmates (and especially girls), decided to choose him. Sometimes he inadvertently tries to figure out which girls Rantaro liked and why. Usually, Rantaro answers very briefly and dry, as if he doesn’t want to talk about it at all. But this doesn't mean that Shuichi suspects him of adultery or wants to push him to do it, N O 🙅 In fact, he knows perfectly well that there is no one more reliable than Rantaro in this context. He just really needs A LOT of support. Moreover, Rantaro can be very difficult to express his love with words – he's a man of action. Amasai have certain problems and one negative trait in common – to take over everything alone… But I think it makes them more realistic ~ And, you know, there are no moments more precious than when they both reveal their anxieties to each other and try to calm them together 😌💞

And, okay, I'm rambling a little, hehe ^^" One more soft hc! Rantaro is sometimes so melts to Shuichi that he's start smooch him almost from head to toe 😚😚 Sometimes he does it with SO MUCH pressure that Shuichi starts trying to push him away, very blushing /// But it’s more for decency and to don't let Rantaro get "carried away" ~ In the end, Rantaro will make sure that Shuichi drowns in love and has no more doubts!!

I also have, in fact, many ideas about the Amami's family and how Shuichi will be accepted there..~ But let’s leave it for a separate post о/

Really hope I'm not too late and you’ll like these headcanons 🥰🙏 If you need more, let me know!

#amasai #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #danganronpa #drv3 #answered ask #thank you for asking! #saimami

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

be that as it May

hellooo, friends foes and strangers alike! using this title for a tumblr post for second time running and i'm actually early by one day (it's May 30th, so yep) genuinely proud of myself :) hahahaha

well, this post i think it's gonna be a monthly-journal-and-a-serious-note one... a word vomit guaranteed, so apologies in advance and bear with me. May was yet another rollercoaster but in another context i can't disclose yet (and not sure when i can let the secret out in the open or confirm/deny the rumors lol but for 2nd time: it’s not me getting engaged ok 🤣 i don’t even have anyone in mind) but yeah the highlight: not getting coldplay Jakarta ticket.

i'm so damn livid at so many things like 😭😭😭😭😭 first of all the scalpers deliberately buying the tickets just so they can resell it in exorbitant prices, the FOMO crowd for taking my spot as an actual coldplay fan (though i'm not nearly as mad as i am at the scalpers because well, they just want to see the band that i also happen to love), and the coldplay management team for planning a stupid Asia/Oceania leg tour route that doesn't make sense (who the hell decided to go for only a day at Jakarta then straight to Perth which is miles away and then back to Malaysia?)

anyways i'm counting on people suddenly having other events or important business to attend to so there will be tickets i can buy secondhand. not going to appease scalpers by panic buying i want to see them suffer a huge loss and will be rendered to resort selling it half price on d-day or something. i feel like i deserve the tickets so bad the concert day is literally eleven days before my birthday in November 😭 i know i can make it happen i WILL see my band like i did last time!!! 😤

the remainder of May is just me working on the project, preparing stuffs and literally running all over Jakarta to get things done, me overthinking, nothing new (read: clowning as always) not trying to be cryptic but just like coldplay said in Speed of Sound: "every chance that you get is the chance you seize." wish me luck, pals!

my Brisbane based cousin who's going to get married in August sent us the fabric needed to make the outfit for the special day and i'm getting even more hyped up!!! it's not me who's going to say my vows and tie my life to the other half of my soul but i'm super happy. can't wait for Bandung trip 2.0 yippeee

okay here we're entering the serious note territory... for once, for so long, i'm letting myself to just let go of the words. kinda sure some of you have probably caught on, or thought i'm a daft dimbo for this but yes: it's about him. on May 25th, two years ago i spoke to him for the very last time. full reassurance from my part to say that no, it's not about me not being able to move on or blah blah blah, it's quite the opposite actually.

writing this down, on here, feels like some sort of purge. it's not in a bad way either, i am glad i can finally talk about it openly, with no sense of remorse or regret or hatred or resentment. right now, after two years of as much space and time given to think and process it through, remembering him and the days that build the very core of memories i still keep in my mind feels like rereading my favorite book.

it's like me and him are just some other characters that i cheer and cherish for, i long and support and yearn for, and the story ends with a nice closure chapter. a complete book. to me personally, it's like reading Harry Potter. such a huge part of my life, yet i'm no longer there.

i no longer stutter or taken aback or get the chills whenever something in the present pulls me back into a particular memory of him. i embrace it with open arms and with a smile on my face. i reread my last letter to him and actually edited it (my editor self is just, you know, being an editor) i'm as unabashed and unbothered to open my old chats with him (i kinda cheated oops sorry if you read this lmao i just never feel the need to delete the chats because let's be fr i don't need to reread it, i still can recall what we talked about just from memory. that's me and my insanely biased brain, ha!) and actually laugh and cringe (mostly on my part, because it was so clear i tried to catch his attention by doing literally everything omg i was so embarrasing 🤣😭😂) (also for disclaimer, i never opened our chatrooms, not until this month, so i also kinda kept my part of the agreement) but it's fun nonetheless. nothing that happened between us will ever tarnish or alter the fact that i was genuinely happy and the joy filled memories will always be there.

it's a bit hilarious how my 'strategy' is to avoid him like a plague. left zero gap for any chance to even get a glimpse of him or his life. basically two years of absolutely nothing of him (except for some weird twist like how his mum and my mum are still members of the same whatsapp group, though they don't interact much) in a glance it does seem like i'm trying to run away from reality, but i swear it's just my way of dealing with problem at hand, since i suppose fourteen years worth of feelings can't be extinguished in a lazy attempt with feeble manner. yet that doesn't mean i'm gonna play pretend and fake an amnesia, i still think about him sometimes. i guess it's just part of being human, with weaknesses and all.

you've probably wondered, yes: i still do love him with all my heart. just in a different way, and for sure, from far away. see what i'm talking about? he's just like an endearing fictional character you have grown to love and will always be with you (yes i'm a huge Potterhead lol) it's platonic, sometimes familial love, just constantly running in the background. i always do that to the people i regard highly in my life, so again, nothing new.

i still count him as one of my selected few best friends though imprudent and tactless he can be because he sometimes is also the voice of reason to my farfetched always anxious self (also because he knows too much of my secrets thanks to me being biased and a pathological overshare-r) if God ever made destiny to make another funny turn, i would've liked us to be an actual, functional, supportive friends. long live the friends!

Nietzsche is right about without forgetting it's quite impossible to live at all, but i digress. if you’ve watched Eternal Sunshine of Spotless Mind, you’ll know what i’m talking about; i guess at some point things just don't have any explanation (yet) of why it happens ever so, you just carry on with it. archiving it somewhere in a vault.

so. even though i know he will never read this... hey you, i just want to say i'm so grateful to have you as friend, though things don't always go smoothly. honored to have been graced by your presence in my life, though just for a limited time as it is. i hope you're always happy, healthy, and loved!

phew, i got super emotional. maybe because it's been two years, i can't believe i managed to stand for what is right this long! (and will continue to do so) i am here from all the things i've gone through :) yet another coldplay quote because i just love this band so much, and i think this song is my song. please read the lyrics as you listen to it, best feeling ever.

it's cathartic, a form of healing, alleviating, to put these, all my feelings, out in the open. this is what i live with and it is my life. i'm content with how everything is going and i think it's all settled now, all good. now full throttle focusing on the project, if things go my way, i'll tell you guys all about it on my July post. see you then! 💙

#alhamdulillah #bismillahirrahmanirrahim #good things are coming our way #:)

[yeoldotcom]

hey! I've been a fan of your work for a while and I literally (today) opened an account for myself and posted, but I'm still very new to the whole tumblr thing... could you explain to me how you managed to get exposure to your work? thank you! ♡

HELLOO !!! HIII !!!! AHHHHH !!!! first of all 🙂🤚🏼 "fan"???? 😵💘💘💘 bye i'm going insane pls that's ddjjdjdjdj wow okay thank u i love u so much wow that's 🥲 oh my god 💘💘💞💖💞💞💖💓💕

secondly !!!!! IM SO EXITED FOR UUUU !!!! 🥳🥳 welcome to tumblr !!!!!! i kind of answered this type of question here but !!! i also just wanna add a few more things just to help you out !!!!

tags are number one. i've said it before n i will say it again !!!!! tags !!!!! u need them !!!! as many as u can !!!!!! people can't see your work unless u use tags so use a bunch and use the most popular ones you can that still pertain to your work !!!!!!

also, i've seen a lot of people talk to other writers and try to get them to read over their work when they post it and honestly, that may work too !! i, personally, wouldn't know because i was too much of a pussy to message any other writers on here when i was first starting out (and still now) but honestly it wouldn't hurt to message some people to try to get them to give you feedback on your work !!!

also reblogging your work throughout the day helps sometimes too since time zones are a thing and some people probably wouldn't have saw your work if you posted at a certain time but if you reblog a few times during the day or even through the week you can make sure that whoever was gonna see your work is Gonna See It.

this is kind of all my brain will allow me to say but !!!!! good luck !!!!! i'm excited for your journey and i hope you have fun!!!!!! main point is just have fun !!!!!!!! (and tag ur work heavily) enjoy yourself and what u post !!!! always 😌

#that's kind of all i have to say really !!! don't be too scared. the writing community here is so amazing honestly #i used to write on wattpa- 🤢🤮🤮 that website before i found out about the writing community here #and i was like OH FUCK YEAH THIS IS WHAT I NEED !!!!! although i never reached out to anyone else n i was basically a loner for a while #but still !!!!! most important tips from this: tags are A MUST !!!! and write what u wanna write when u wanna write it !!!!! #think of posting here something you're doing for you !!!! it's super easy to post things when you think of it like that #i'm super anxious about posting a lot of things but i tell myself 'zee u dumbass u forgot The Vision. this is For U' and then its all better #there will be someone (SOMEONE !!!!!!! AT LEAST) out there who will enjoy your work as much as you do !!!! #so don't stress about it. just have fun and do what u want 😌 #everything in reality is fake anyways u got this !!!!! #also sorry if half of this doesn't make sense :D all my Word Make Sense juice went into that fuckin essay #and now i can't string together coherent thoughts 😐 she dumb or whateva #also djdjjdjd me: enjoy what u post #me as well: disliking half the things i posted through the years #NDKFNKDNFJFJ bye my excuse is i was Younger then #and i have more insight now than i did before #so basically not a good excuse BEJFBJFNFJFJ bye i'm 😐🤚🏼 i need to go to sleep #I HOPE THIS HELPED THOUGH !!! FUCK !!!! I NEVER KNOW SINDJFNFJ BUT I LOVE YOU AND IM EXCITED FOR U AND I HOPE U LIKE THE COMMUNITY #AND I HOPE U FEEL WELCOMED AND I HOPE U HAVE FUN !!!!!! NSJDNFJJF #the second u feel like it is becoming a chore u have to look back and think of why u started to post because writing should never be a chore #unless it's a fucking essay for a class BUT SIDNJFJFN seriously !!!! u get me right????? #anyways i love u and i wish u the bestest of luck #is that the saying???? idk it is now #yeol.com/ask #anon

[katsubie]

RANDOM HCS

Tag(s): @peppermint2d @krisquote @unfortu-nate-ly

I hit 500 followers recently, and I'm honestly so fucking grateful!! The fact that I've been able to reach and make half a thousand people happy with my writing makes me wanna cry 🥺 I love you all!!

I also couldn't think of anything for my boy Russel 😔✊🏼 I'm sorry fellow Russ lovers, I need to delve more into his lore

↳ CHARACTER(S): 2-D, Murdoc Niccals, Noodle (Gorillaz)

↳ WARNING(S):Mentions of AFAB Reader, Mentions of Cigarettes, Cheating, Slight NSFW, A Bit of Angst (mostly on 2-D's)

↳ TYPE: Headcanons

2-D

- 2-D once shoved a cigarette up his nose in an attempt to do a ‘reverse smoke’. It.. it didn't go well.

- You ended up having to find a way to forcibly make him sneeze so he could get the ashes out of his nostrils, his snot was spotty for weeks.

- This, surprisingly, was the event that made him stray from cigs for a few months.

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- He really likes it when you play with his hair, most and if any contact on his head would be physical abuse coming from Murdoc, and the gentle movements of your fingers rubbing his scalp are enough to make him forget any of that.

- His hair is pretty long too, and he allows you to experiment with it as long as you'd like. Anything to just lay his head on your chest and feel your delicate hands massage his head.

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- “Whaddya mean my normal voice isn't the same as my singin' voice? They sound the same to me!”

- Acts like he can't tell the difference between his speaking and singing voice. He can. Don't fucking believe him. He's spent years with Murdoc Faust Niccals, he knows how to be a snarky little shit.

- It's the perfect way to annoy you. You ask him to sing for you, and suddenly you're met with the most horrendous version of Souk Eye that you've ever had the displeasure to hear.

- “What? Yew asked me ta' sing didn't yew?”

- Bastard.

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- 2-D may not be the most confident, but he knows he’s a handsome guy, and honestly? He likes it when you get jealous over him. Gives him a sense of acknowledgement, and also your cute angry little pout makes him melt.

- “Aw luv, is someone a lil' jealous?”

- No, 2-D, no one's jealous over the lady stripper fawning over you, fuck right off.

- Seriously though, he loves you- poor guy still hasn't recovered from the Paula Cracker Incident, and he treats you like gold. 'D knows what it feels like to be cheated on and..it's not good.

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- Hates it when you call him by his real name, hates it. He won't stop you from saying it, he realizes it's kind of weird to call your significant other by their stage name, but he's gotten so used to 2-D that hearing the words “Stuart Pot” makes him cringe.

- It reminds him of his days before Gorillaz, when he didn't have to worry about his position in bed because of how much blood will flow to his eyes, or when he didn't have to wake up shaking and looking out his window to make sure the god damned whale wasn't out there.

- There are only a few special occasions where he'll happily respond to you saying his real name, and most of those are in bed when he's bent between your legs. (;

MURDOC NICCALS

- You're the only one he allows to touch El Diablo, after the deal with good ol' Satan, he's pretty paranoid about it.

- He's almost broken 2-D's wrist because of it, so consider yourself pretty lucky that he loves you. It's the reason why both of your hands are intact.

- “No, luv that's not- you don't hold it like that- okay give it- give it to me.”

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- Now, Murdoc trusts you, and he truly loves you, but if you ever, ever tell anyone that every Saturday the two of you have a movie night with Hot Cocoa and snuggles, he will fucking obliterate you.

- His favorite movie is Bride Wars

- He's not seen as a touchy guy, and Satan forbid that anyone in the band finds that out. He kidnapped people for fuck's sake, his reputation would be ruined if people found out he likes sprinkles in his whipped cream!

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- Much like 2-D, you can't tell me that Murdoc doesn't like making you jealous. He likes aggressiveness in his partners, and the way you forcefully pull him away whenever he flirts with someone makes him want to pound you into the mattress.

- He thinks it's all fun and games, you should know he'd never leave you! At the end of the night, you're the one he's making scream.

- “Oh c'mon dearest! You can't seriously think I'd ever leave you for that.”

- Doesn't understand how insecurity works, but give him a break. Anytime you call him out on it he just blames fucking Sebastian. Or Jacob. At this point he can't even remember.

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- Although he may try to act like he's only in it for the fame, Mudz truly does love the band. Once you finally got to meet them he tried his best to stray you away from them, but after a while he got used to you and their shenanigans.

- Watching you build relationships with each of them honestly makes his non-existent heart swell, you somehow have enough charisma and charm to match their extremely different characters, and anytime he sees it he falls in love just a bit more.

- He doesn't like how you and Noodle have “Men Ain't Shit” nights though, it pisses him off.

NOODLE

- Noodle absolutely despises the DARE music video, so fucking much. She's embarrassed by any content from her teen years, and she finds the dancing in that video horrendous.

- Not only that, since she provided the vocals in that song -plus some backups from 2-D- she feels absolutely petrified anytime she hears her own voice.

- The fact that the video has 206 million views kills her.

- “Y/N, don't you even try.” “.....” “Y/N.” “....You've got, to press it on you-” “くそったれ!”

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- If you can play any instruments, please play them for her. It seems pretty stupid considering she can play a bunch of instruments, but hearing your own talent applied gives her butterflies.

- She makes you play for hours.

- When she was a kid she'd quite literally force 2-D to play her favorite songs on the keyboard until his hands hurt, you think she's gonna let you up because you're tired? Hah!

- No.

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- Noodz has organized a weekly Spa Day between the two of you, Russel, and 2-D. Don't ask why Murdoc isn't invited, just don't.. don't ask.

- She has access to some really good Japanese self care products, plus those really stupid and unnecessary products that only exist for shits and giggles.

- “Noodle- the avocado face mask isn't edible-” “But it's made of Avocado!” “Noodle, no-”

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- Boobs. Boobies. Tibbies. Big ol' tits.

- You cannot tell me that this girl does not love tiddies. After a long day in the studio, she just dives head first into those soft pillows.

- Spending so long with three men kind of..does things to a woman. Years of watching Mudz or 2-D bring big chested ladies into their rooms sparked something inside tiny Noodle.

- And if you just happen to have big boobies? Man, just brace yourself for some old fashioned loving. And lingerie. So much lingerie.

#Gorillaz #Gorillaz Headcanons #2-D Gorillaz #2-D x Reader #Stuart Pot x Reader #Murdoc Niccals Gorillaz #Murdoc Niccals x Reader #Noodle Gorillaz #Noodle x Reader #2D x Reader