#and by talk I mean reading body language and stuff if you know what they’re saying it’s so easy to understand a dog

[routeless-writer]

Adored your lilia smut

can I request body worship and breeding link with lilia??

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE RN. Thank you hun! I’m so glad you and so many people liked it, I honestly didn’t expect it to blow up like it did! Happy to write for my favorite old man.

MC pronouns: GN/NB (no pronouns used, implied they/them)

CW: NSFW, breeding kink/breeding talk, pregnancy talk, excessive praise/body worship, Lilia being a brat dom, Lilia also being filthy, mod mezzo ALSO being filthy, oral sex mentions (reader receiving), marking, blood/biting/vampirism mention (it’s Lilia, so), light light LIGHT possessiveness, the slightest degradation (I use slut like once), i say he’s a tits man and then clarify that the tits are gender neutral and just mean your chest.

Listening to: Casket – Ren Zotto

Now Lilia is a dom that’s heavy on praise

He will absolutely degrade you if you ask for it, but his favorite thing is watching you squirm from even the smallest of compliments. He wants his baby bat to know how much he loves them!! Especially when you have just the cutest reactions to it.

Think Gomez Addams if Gomez was a switch leaning dom (because Mr. Addams is like, canonically a sub lol)

He follows you around a lot, even more so when he’s horny or finds himself having…baby fever, shall we say?

He can’t help it! He’s been wanting to raise another kid and all, and the thought of getting to spend a domestic life with you…the thought of you carrying his child…even if you physically can’t, he still finds himself hot and bothered at the idea. Plus, adoption is always something you two could discuss if you were serious about the actual breeding portion of the breeding kink, but wouldn’t be able to have kids/didn’t want to go through pregnancy.

Unless you’re shorter than him, he’ll likely be the perfect height for him to rest on your chest, and even if you are shorter than him, I can see him being quite attached to your upper body, regardless of whether there is boobage there or not and regardless of level of boobage.

What can I say, he’s a tits man (read tits as gender neutral)

So it’s the first thing he goes for with praise

He’ll casually slide a hand up your shirt at any given time to feel you up, resting his head on your shoulder and humming little compliments in your ear about how soft your skin is, how warm you are, how he just wants to bite down on your cute little nipples and–oh, look at that! They’re already hard hehe

“Khehehe, are you that sensitive, darling? Don’t worry, if it works you up that much, I’ll make sure to take care of you. I love the way your body reacts to just the slightest touch…so gorgeous.”

Lils is an oral fiend, too, and it’s one of his favorite ways to worship you. He’d gladly get on his knees for his precious baby bat at the drop of a hat. Holding your hips in place as he nestles between your thighs and tastes your arousal, his eyes rolling back dramatically so he can show you just how sweet you are to him. Don’t move too much, darling. It’s his job to pleasure you!

“So good. So good for me…you taste perfect…such a sweet pet, all the blood rushing here…be careful, I might just devour you.~”

Obviously it’s hard for him to be vocal with his tongue on your clit/your cock down his mouth, so the heavy praise comes when he finally gets to fuck you.

Lilia typically either opts for doggy or mating press. He loves seeing you ass up, face buried into the pillow as he rams into you, but when his breeding kink flares up, that’s when he prefers the second option.

He likes to see your face when he fucks into you and talks about how cute your red cheeks are, how he wants to stuff you full and fill you up. And he talks. He doesn’t know how to shut his mouth unless he’s using it to get you off.

He’s also generally just very playful and giggly during sex. A brat dom, if you will, so expect plenty of teasing on his end about how needy you look with your legs hiked up like that.

“Pretty little thing, all folded over under me. Look at me, let me see your expression. Ah….mmnh, take my fingers in your mouth, just like you take my cock. Tight little bloodpet…you’re so perfect, little one. I want to see it, I want to see you all full and fucked out. That’s nice isn’t it? You’d love to be knocked up, you’d love to be pumped full of my cum. Awe, look at you. Look at you take it. Your hole is so tight around me, so pretty as you bounce on it. That’s it…that’s it, you’re doing so well. So gorgeous…”

He’ll drag your hips closer as he rocks against you, touching you to the pace of his thrusts, and pushing you down further into the bed with the kind of strength you wouldn’t expect someone so small to have.

He kisses and nips at anything he can get his lips on–your neck, your chest, your stomach and thighs. He’s a groper, too, so he’ll watch as his fingers sink into your skin, leaving bruises on your hips and legs.

“You’re going to be so full and sensitive, I’ll watch you get heavy with my child…you’re mine, you’re perfect and you’re mine.”

Usually Lilia’s far more focused on your pleasure than his, but something about the way you’re begging him to empty inside you is sending shockwaves down his spine. It feels like during sessions like this, he loses his well-composed nature altogether. Right before you’re about to cum, tightening up around his aching cock, he’ll lean in and sink his fangs into your neck, pressing a hand to your abdomen to feel how his dick drags along your walls.

That’s enough to do it for you, the aphrodisiac bite making you cum hard around him, and he doesn’t dare pull out as he cums with you, growling into your neck.

Lils is a fae, and faefolk cum a LOT. It’s hot and sticky as he spills inside of you, holding your hips as close to him as he can, fucking into you as you both finish and you shake. It’s enough to drip out without pulling out, much to Lilia’s disappointment. Guess he’ll just have to cum inside you a few more times to make up for it!

Lilia’s the type to make you cockwarm him after breeding sessions. He can’t have his efforts go to waste–you will be knocked up by the end of the night.

“Maybe I should make you keep a toy in overnight. I have to make sure it takes, sweet thing.”

You can expect a quick session right before class the morning after, too. He’s serious! He really wants to raise kids with you, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

You two make quite the mess of the bed, cum and blood stains are scattered across the sheets. Lilia will handle the clean up, don’t you worry! He has to make certain that his spent little human rests after such a rough session.

Now that you’ve awakened this kink in him, Lilia’s ready for regular breeding talk during sex. Hope you like being fucked into the mattress and used for hours, cause he’s hellbent on making you his breedslut now.

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Bachelor Head Cannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

Head cannons for all the bachelors masturbation habits under the cut! Send me asks if you want to see more head cannons from me 💞

Harvey-

💚 Harvey spends so much time antsy and anxious, poor guy.

💚 So when he’s getting himself off he needs a gentle touch. Literally and figuratively.

💚 He has a few favorite videos he likes of porn, which he goes back to when he’s getting off.

💚 Professional porn takes him out of it. He’s so worried about if everything is consensual and comfortable and compensated he’s not horny anymore. Even when he can get past that, he just isn’t into the fake porn premises.

💚 Do you really expect him to believe she’s stuck in that washing machine? Get real.

💚 Harvey can really get into it when it’s amateur, and the couple seems like they’re genuinely enjoying each other. Giggling, bumping the camera, whispered “I love you’s.”

💚 Uses a lot of quality lube. As a doctor, he’s going to take proper care of his body. Especially his dick. The last thing he wants is a friction burn on his junk.

💚 Goes nice and slow. He doesn’t want to rush himself when he’s working to relax, so it’s not a race for him.

💚 Eyes fluttering, cheeks flushed, hitching breath when he’s close.

💚 Can only get off when the people in the video have. Cums with a sigh, leaning back in complete satisfaction.

💚 Takes a long shower after and gets excellent rest. It really helps alleviate his stress, so he sleeps like a baby.

Elliott-

❤️ When I tell You this man makes it an EVENT!

❤️ He’s breaking out the candles. He’s got a bubble bath run. He’s got a glass of red wine.

❤️ Elliott is first and foremost a man of luxury. So when it comes to taking care of himself? He is taking CARE of himself.

❤️ We’re talking a long edging session that starts in the tub and ends in his bed. He’s so coy that he even teases himself. Gets him worked UP!

❤️ This is an erotic novel kinda guy if there ever was one. I mean come on. You KNOW he’s reading those flowing sex scenes with flowery language to get off to.

❤️ One hand holding his dick the other holding his book.

❤️ It doesn’t matter if he’s alone, he is talking. Elliott is a wellspring of words, so they’re flowing. Praise and curses and sweet names, all of it. He gets so wrapped up in the fantasy that it feels real to him, and that’s his way to engage with it.

❤️ He’s a romantic, but the stuff that really gets him off is hot and desperate and needy. The love interests of his novel devouring each other after a slow burn or a long break. The passion is where it’s at for him.

❤️ Secretly kinda loves it filthy. Chaste and loving is good and satisfying, but it doesn’t do a ton for him sexually. He wants his sex sloppy, spitty, and utterly human.

❤️ Probably gets off the least out of all the bachelors simply because it’s a whole process for him. He wants to enjoy it with unabashed hedonism.

❤️ Sometimes he’ll eat fruit while he’s doing it just to engage all his senses.

Alex-

🤎 Alex would absolutely be a morning jerker if Evelyn and George weren’t up at the crack of dawn.

🤎 Man wakes up rock hard and would love to do something about it, but since Evelyn knocks on his door for breakfast at a routine seven am, he has to will it away.

🤎 The tradeoff, though, makes it worth the wait. Both of his lovely grandparents are hard of hearing, go to bed early, and George has a loud CPAP machine.

🤎 So when I tell you Alex can be as loud as he wants at night. He can be as loud as he wants. Unless you’re physically shaking his grandparents, they’re sleeping through it.

🤎 Which is a good thing, because Alex is a mouthy guy. Moans, groans, curses, whines, whimpers, you name it. If he has a hand on his dick, he’s making noise.

🤎 It’s a little old fashioned, but Alex has sexy magazines stashed between his mattress and box spring. Video porn is overwhelming to him—he doesn’t know what to search, he just wants some eye candy—so this is the best option he can think of.

🤎 He’s not very fussy, honestly. Low maintenance kinda jerker. As long as he’s looking at somebody he finds attractive, he’s gonna get off.

🤎 And Alex is such a secret romantic, he’s thinking about sweet, tender sex with somebody he would love a whole lot. His hand takes the same rhythm he imagines he’d use fucking slow and deep.

🤎 This is the way that Alex ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper. Man is whining as he strokes himself through his orgasm.

🤎 Has a few tissues he uses to clean up and then passes directly out. Rinse and repeat three times/week.

Shane-

💙 Okay it depends.

💙 If he’s still drinking he doesn’t jerk off that much because he’s got chronic whiskey dick.

💙 BUT. After that? Oh boy.

💙 Shane’s surprised by his own libido when he’s sober. It’s, like, all the time. He thinks maybe it’s because he didn’t get off for so long that he’s making up for lost time.

💙 He gets a surprising amount of privacy in the old ranch house, which he has never been more thankful for. It doesn’t hurt that Marnie snore pretty loud and Jas sleeps like the dead, so most of the night is free to him.

💙 However. Some nights it’s just not feasible. Cough, cough, thanks Lewis.

💙 Luckily, Shane’s got his secret spot. The dock never gets any foot traffic, literally ever. He absolutely will go out there to take care of himself if he needs to.

💙 Big lotion guy. He needs it especially because his hands are rough from all the work he does with them. The callouses feel good if he’s got enough lubricant, though.

💙 Can go either way on porn. Sometimes he likes to watch a good video of what he’s in the mood for, but he doesn’t need it.

💙 He gets off more on memories than anything else. Some of his best fucks are vivid enough in his mind he almost feels like he’s back there when he gets off on it.

💙 And if he has a crush on somebody? Man doesn’t need much. Getting off thinking about how they looked on their knees the other day, about how his cum would look on their face. In the moment he has no shame in thinking about the object of his affections. That’ll come later.

💙 Bites his wrist to keep himself quiet. Not because anybody can hear him, but because he gets embarrassed about the noises he makes and how into it he gets.

💙 Gets desperate for release towards the end. Bucking his hips up and fucking his fist until he cums over his tense stomach. His face is complete bliss, and typically he forgets to muffle that last moan anymore because he’s too caught up in his pleasure.

💙 Post nut clarity hits him a little too hard sometimes. He feels a lot of guilt and shame he’s still working through. Therapy’s helping, though.

Sam-

🩷 Poor Sammy never gets any proper alone time. It’s not the easiest for him to just get off whenever the urge comes on him.

🩷 Which is incredibly unfortunate, because the urge comes on him…often, to say the least.

🩷 Let’s be real. It’s probably once a day, sometimes twice. Man’s sex drive is insane. Truly just insatiable.

🩷 But the walls of his house are paper thin, he has no lock on his door, and his mom and Vincent are always busting in. He only gets a shred of privacy in his shower, and even that’s difficult because he shares with Vincent. Hard to get off when his tiny fists are constantly pounding on the door.

🩷 So Sam can’t just jack it at a moments notice. He has to wait until everybody is asleep, because blessedly Jodi and Vince go to bed early, and Kent is usually in bed by ten pm sharp. Thank God for that military sense of routine.

🩷 As soon as it’s lights out, Sam’s got an earbud in and a hand in his boxers. He’s so desperate and needy by the end of the day that he has to bite his shirt to keep from moaning with relief.

🩷 Man adores porn. LOVES. Porn. He needs a visual aid for his fantasies, and some good audio doesn’t hurt his feelings.

🩷 Sweet Sam has a possessive streak. He tries to find videos where one of the people looks like whoever he’s into at the time, and he imagines it’s him fucking them.

🩷 And if the video has a good cumshot? He’s gone. Fucking wasted. His hand will slide feverishly up and down his cock until he’s cumming right along with them, the whole time imagining it’s him marking up his crush and making them his.

🩷 By the grace of Yoba he hasn’t been caught yet, but he’s always rushing because he’s paranoid somebody will find him with a hand around his dick or cum all over his abdomen.

Sebastian-

🖤 Unlike Sam, he has almost complete privacy the majority of the time.

🖤 Robin spared no expense on soundproofing their house, so nobody can hear anything unless they’re pressed up against his door.

🖤 And since nobody bothers him, and he’s got a sturdy lock, it’s never a problem. He can get off really whenever he wants to.

🖤 When he was in high school, it was all the time. If he had a second alone, he was probably jerking off.

🖤 Now though, it’s tapered off. He only has to get off once a week, maybe a few times if he’s really worked up about something.

🖤 And with his computer setup? He has a full Cinematic experience. Full screen, over-ear headphones, reclined back in his gamer chair. His dick pulled out of his boxers and his shirt rucked up to his chest. Sebastian is taking complete advantage of every luxury he has available to him.

🖤 Let’s be real. He’s an Only Fans kinda guy. Sebastian has specific tastes, and he likes the convenience of having content he likes ready and available. Plus, he’s not about to risk any viruses on his computer.

🖤 It doesn’t hurt that it’s more ethical that way. Sex work is real work, and deserves proper compensation, which he’s more than happy to give.

🖤 As for the content? We circle back to his specific tastes. He likes soft BDSM. No intense stuff, but the dirty talk aspect especially does it for him. Spanking or light choking are about as hardcore as he likes.

🖤 But the thing that’s guaranteed to get him off? Oral. Every single time. He loves to go down on people—he’s borderline obsessed with it, actually. It’s something he can’t personally put his finger on (it’s called an oral fixation buddy), but he cums so hard thinking about leaving purpling hickies along thighs and using his tongue to get his partner off.

🖤 And since he prioritizes heavily on having a clean space, he has everything ready to clean himself up. Especially important since he cums a lot.

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[heavenlyraindrops]

smut writing tips (TW: sexual stuff cause like. Cmon. It’s smut)

I did one for character so now I’m doing one for smut what’s wrong with smut huh so what if I’m writing tips on how to make smut so what SO WHAT HUH

Smut scenes aren’t that different from normal scenes. Probably because they’re normal scenes. Remember that.

Therefore, they should have dialogueeee because boy oh boy the amount of smut I have read where they are just dead silent is insane I could rebuild the wall of china with allat

so… dirty talk

BUT DONT MAKE IT TOO LONG! OR TOO WEIRD…

“Do you think they’d watch?” he asks. “Do you think they’d enjoy the sight of your naked flesh on display? Maybe they would get off on seeing your dripping pussy reflected back at them everywhere they look. Or the pretty flush on your chest when you come. I think they’d even enjoy watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when my cock fills you so fully, you can’t fit any more of me inside you.”

That’s from haunting Adeline… and… just.. no. NONONONO ITS DISGUSTING ITS GROSS…. WHO TF SAYS THAT BRO. Why is tHIS BOOK SO POPuLAR

more gross examples: “You want to know what I’d do?” he questions. “I would let them watch. I would let them watch me claim you as mine and own every inch of your body. They would watch my cock fill every one of your holes and then watch you cry because of how hard you came. And then I’d fucking kill them. My cock would still be wet from your cum as I’d slice their throats for even daring to look at what’s mine.”

dont write like that guys… like ew. Just ew

also.. epithets.. ok idk what they’re called because English = not my first language but

like

”his member” “sword” “love button” “seed” “her peaks/ nubs”

look my dude if you can read a smut scene like “he inserted his sword inside her cavern and spewed his seed inside her while fondling her mounds” then sure pop off I guess but tbh

no.

JUST USE COCK DICK AND PUSSY OR SOMETHING IDK WHY U GOTTA DO THIS TO ME I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE CERTAIN THINGS THE SAME WAY EVER AGAIN

“his member” I’m sorry is his dick joining a club?

anywaysysystst

research human body stuff. Like, dicks need to recharge before they get hard again yk

“Recharge” idk bro yk what I mean

cumming more than once for women do be kinda painful unless there’s an amount of time in between the orgasms

like depends on the woman, can range from a couple of hours to at least a whole day

although this doesn’t apply to everyone and some people do just go for it a bunch of times in one session so it’s a very variable thing

so yeah! Make sure to educate urself on biology

spemd more time talking about how they feel physically and emotionally than what they are doing so that the scene actually does have some depth

consistency! I have read shit that goes along the lines of “he grabbed her waist then with his other hand stroked her cheek and then she wrapped her legs around his feet and he pressed his elbow againts her knee flipping her upside down while she nibbled on his ear” how am I supposed to imagine any of that

they keep sprouting a third arm

or do things that completely contradict the position that they are in.. he can’t slap ur ass if ur in the cowgirl position..well, not very comfortably

so. Consistency! :)

that’s all for now ermmmm so yah tell me if this was helpful guys

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[the-s1lly-corner]

can u do tadc cast (or probably just a few bc this prompt isn’t very creative) x a reader who looks like the player from animal crossing? ball hands,,, maybe weirdly good at crafting things,, gets stung by bees sometimes mayhaps. Maybe they speak animalese and nobody ever knows what they’re saying LMAO

TADC cast x reader whos like an animal crossing player!

depending on what time it is when i finish writing this, i think imma take a short break to stretch my legs and make something YAHOO!! hope you enjoy this anon!! this reminds me, i cleared out my island by making it totally flat... but i never actually... got to decorating it... huh.... commitment is scary, guys

CAINE:

i think as a funny haha gag thing, how funny would it be if he could actually understand you. like you cant talk, and the noise youre limited to is to your "emotes", but somehow someway for some reason, caine can understand you... genuinely impressed by your crafting and even sometimes asks you to make random things just to see if you can make it! expect some really odd and random requests! not at all phased that you can pick things up with your weird orb hands, hes used to the digital world and its weirdness... thinks...

POMNI:

hey at least theres someone the same height as her in this place...!/hj

tries hard to understand your funky emotes and body language but shes at a loss... i mean at least you can still pick stuff up and try to write, so at theres some method of commutating asides from simply trying to learn how to read you! though, she is a bit unnerved by your silence and how your face is mostly stagnant when you arent.... emoting.. a static smile can get a little unnerving when youre standing next to the person and understand thats its a real person.. you know?

a little confused on how you can just pull things out from thin air, but does admit that it can be useful... has probably tried to ask you to make an exit out of desperation because hey if anyone can make one it would be you so whats the harm in trying (my girl is losing it)

RAGATHA:

i think you guys bond over the crafting; since ragatha makes stuff too, like pillows and clothing and plushies and the like! sure you guys may not be making the exact same things, but you both create and thats enough to bring you two together! doesnt mind that you cant talk, in fact i think after the chaos of a day in the digital circus she embraces the calmness around you... scolds you for constantly being stung by bees, though... though she tries not to be too mean or harsh since its not like youre trying to get stung on purpose... but please just be careful... she worries about you, afterall!

honestly ragatha doesnt have individual fingers, so the fact you can function with balls hands doesnt phase her

JAX:

really touching on the fact you have an inventory that you can hide stuff in i think he would slide you things to hide for him; especially its hes going a "imma do something to someone as a prank then run and use you to hide the evidence" ... you know usual jax antics where he tries to get the reader to help him with his trickery. whether or not you actually aid him is totally up to you. probably makes fun of your short height and the fact youre always getting stung. probably points and laughs when he watches you run around while literally being chased by a swarm. promptly screams when you make a run towards him, thus bringing the bees to him. you have probably bopped him with your net after he says something particularly not-nice, me thinks... or maybe you just dont like him and youre constantly bopping him, i mean i do enjoy it when the reader doesnt like a character but you can easily ignore this little aside if you want this to be a friendship or romance!

KINGER:

OOOOO imagine you come with the basic ring/inventory of tools (net, shovel, watering can, fishing rod, ect) and you can just pull it out of no where.... oooooouuugh imagine taking your net out around him and (wordlessly) offering to go look for bugs with him,.. kind of panics when you get stung by the digital bees; probably helps you patch up... honestly i think given that kinger is all about bugs, i think its a safe bet he would know how to treat bites and stings... so hes your man if youre really bad about avoiding bees and the like! can see tropes that trope where like "whats that? little timmys stuck in the well?? (but thats not what you said/meant)" because youre like emoting and trying to direct his attention somewhere but he gets it. so totally wrong and commits to it before you can stop him. i just think thats funny

ZOOBLE:

thinks youre... odd. though... imagine you can change up your style and appearance by simple interacting with a mirror and wardrobe. i think they would think thats cool, that you can just... do that... zooble has to rip their body parts off (sounds way worse than it actually is, LMAO). probably gives you this look when you walk into the tent to show that once again, youve been attacked by a swarm of bees.... how do they always only sting your left eye...? is that just how your digital body shows the injury, or do they just... no nevermind, theyre just going to give out a sigh before taking you to caine or kinger for medicine. definitely gets onto you for constantly messing with the digital bees, though...

GANGLE:

honestly between all the characters i can easily see her being an animal crossing fan... and while she may not remember all of her old life, i like to think that subconsciously she would recognize you for what your digital body is intimidating... bonus if in the real world animal crossing was her comfort, so naturally, she instinctively finds comfort in you even if she cant totally pin point it... though, she has trouble understanding you outside of your emotes... but even then when you do an angry stamp or shed tears she cant quite pinpoint why youre upset... oooo please make her an art easel! i think that would be a great gift for her and she will be absolutely over the moon!

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[lightvixxen]

Eddie munson x insecure!bestfriend!reader

A/n:This is purely self-indulgent bc I needed some comfort lolz, also major vent post and its kinda personal bc this is actual stuff from my own vents lol, but I just needed to write Eddie comfort and ik there’s some plus sized ppl who feel the same<3

Warnings: degrading language(not the fun kind), insecurity, reader calls themselves names in their diary, negative self-talk,reader willing gets into a toxic arrangement, fluff…so much fluff, best friends to lovers, small angst but its hurt/comfort, small mentions of violence, Eddie just wants to harm the ppl that hurt you.

Summary: Eddie reads ur diary and need to show just how fucking wrong u are abt yourself.

Eddie had been in your room countless times, though this time, he was on a fucking mission. He had managed to convince you to go downstairs alone to grab some drinks, and he prayed it kept you occupied long enough for him to snoop.

You had been down the past few days and he needed to know why, unfortunately for him, you kept your mouth shut on your feelings, opting to change the subject every time he asked. Luckily for him though, you wrote down everything in a small blue notebook. Eddie grabbed the notebook out of its hiding place, flipping through its pages, he knew this was an invasion of privacy but damn it he was worried, sue him.

He stopped, finally coming to the most recent page, which had everything he needed to know.

September 19, 1987.

So, I went back to him…and I know what your thinking “why would you go back to someone who uses you?!”

Eddie already knew who and what you were talking about, had spent countless nights staying up with you as you sobbed into his shoulder about the boy who would never return your feelings and played you consistently. And spent countless nights fighting the urge to grab a fucking bat to go kill the son of a bitch. But he reads on.

Well, I’ll tell you, it’s because its what I think I deserve. I’ve kinda accepted my fate to the “fuckable but not datable” Role of my life. After all no one wants a fat ugly whore hanging off their arm.

God- Eddie wanted to both punch and hug you, you were absolutely perfect and beautiful, words couldn’t describe how much he wanted you. How much he wanted you hanging off his arm, contrary to your belief- you weren’t ugly, sure you were bigger than all the other girls, but that just meant more to love! He wanted to worship every part of your body. To show you off, show all the fuckers who said those nasty things to you what they were missing. And for fucks sake, you saw yourself as a whore?! You barely slept with anyone, and the people you did sleep with you had known for years!

I just- I just want someone to actually care, want someone to tell me they love me and mean it.

Eddie loved you, He loved you so fucking much even he, himself couldn’t believe it. He looked at you with so much adoration and love it was unbelievable how oblivious you were to him.

Nobody wants a nerd, no one wants a plus sized- or well fat, Plus size is only for the pretty ones, that of which I am not. Also no one wants baggage, or someone who’s clingy if they say they do they’re lying. Or i would have someone, pretty sure no one in this school would touch me with a 10ft pole. Lol jealous of the people who are wanted.

The entry ends and Eddie wants to cry, he hated the fact you talked about yourself like that. He wanted everything about you, he was fucking crazy over you. He wished he could make you see yourself the way he saw you. Because fuck- you were a goddess to him. He worships the fucking ground you walk on. He wanted to take you out on sappy dates, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Not the way you’ve been treated by your exes, he hated how they treated you like a fucking toy.

Eddie heard your heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, he didn’t bother putting your diary away. He was going to shoot his fucking shot because damn it if that’s how you’ve been feeling he wanted to show you how fucking wrong you were.

“Okay I finally got- Eds…what the fuck?!” You almost dropped the two cans, seeing your best friend with your diary. It’s obvious he had read it, so fucking obvious in the way he was staring at you.

Eddie didn’t say anything as he gently closed the notebook. Didn’t say anything as he slowly got up from your bed. You thought he was going to run out, tell you everything you had thought was true, that this was the end to your friendship with Eddie. Instead, he crossed the room, walking towards you and before you knew it he was pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“E-Eddie?!” You squeaked, arms hanging loosely at your sides. “God- your so fucking stupid you know that?! You talk so fucking negatively about yourself, while your oblivious to the way I look at you!” You were stunned, you couldn’t tell if he was comforting you or not.

But he continued, “you’re so fucking beautiful, and pretty and so fucking amazing, I want you to be the one hanging off my arm. Fuck- sweetheart I want everything about you.” Your face fell, more than it already could. You had heard that phrase so many times, and it only landed you being stranded in your sheets.

“Eddie- c’mon don’t play like that.” You murmured, even with the way he was hugging you, you couldn’t believe someone could ever want you outside of sex. “I’m not fucking playing!” He pulled back from you, a firm grip on your shoulders, he wanted to shake you until you realized he was telling the truth. “Sweetheart, I love you genuinely, every time- every single fucking time, you mention someone hurt you, or someone used you. I’ve had to fight the urge to kill a motherfucker for making you think like that.”

Tears slowly well up in your eyes. You knew Eddie, he didn’t joke about that kind of shit. Not after what happened last year. “Sweetheart-“ Eddie wiped your tears, “you don’t know how much I love you, I worship the fucking ground you walk on, I’ve written stupid love songs about how much I want you.” His eyes are locked on yours, letting you know just how serious he is about this. “You literally consume my every thought, all I think about is what your doing, what you feel, The way you laugh, the way you smile-“ Eddie hugged you once again. “God if I knew that’s what you were feeling I would’ve told you this ages ago, but…I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

And with that he kissed you, it was slow, passionate, letting you know just how much he meant every word. Every-time you tried to make it heated, tried to deepen the kiss he would pull away. He wasn’t gonna let your stupid insecurities and thoughts ruin the image you have of him.

#eddie munson #eddie x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #small angst #purely self indulgent #eddie munson x you #best friend! eddie #best friend! eddie munson #kinda protective!Eddie #protective!Eddie

[rebornologist]

Greetings!

I was wondering if u could write some headcanons of gokudera (khr) with a chronically ill s/o (struggling with exhaustion, migraines and joint/bone pains)?

Absolutely understandable though if you don't feel comfortable writing this though.

Regardless I wish you a day as wonderful as your writing! :)

Hii anon! Thank you for this idea, I love talking about Gokudera.. I honestly don't know too much about these chronic illness symptoms, aside from my experience with some friends.. so these are not super specific, but here are my thoughts!

♡ Hayato Gokudera & a chronically ill s/o ✧

no warnings this time, yippee!

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Gokudera is our post-trauma stress-induced stomachache girlie, so he understands just a bit how hard it is to be hugely impacted by something that you cannot really control, but he’s fairly supportive of your management efforts and coping mechanisms.

He took a minute to be more mindful of his volume when his partner has a migraine, because he can be pretty loud, especially when he’s too excited about seeing them to check his volume. After he gets the hang of being quieter around his partner when they’re having migraines, he begins to expand that to anyone or anything else in the area. It’s a bit much.

He’s the type of person to enjoy lounging around with his s/o’s head in his lap, and him just silently reading a good book (his favourite creature feature of the time) until his partner feels a bit better. As he grew older, he learned to value quality time more as he got busier with more serious work stuff.

Physical touch is a big enough love language for him that he would be willing to help them massage whatever they need him to for comfort or easing the pain, though joint pain can be difficult to handle. His hands are calloused and rough, but he has a dedicated pocket where he quickly and quietly slips all his rings into, before stretching out his fingers and offering to apply pressure where it's needed.

He always offers help verbally or asks for his s/o’s confirmation before doing anything, even if it’s a routine thing that they do together, and even checking in to make sure that what he’s doing is helping at all. Some people would say that he should know what to do without asking, but he wants to be sure that it’s what they need in the moment, and he also.. just enjoys the exchange.

There are times when he may see his partner as too ailed by their chronic pain and might even be a little overbearing. How much is too much? It’s your call, but he’s probably gone there. Communication is key with Hayato, he’s prone to overthinking and shutting down if he feels that he’s done something wrong. It’s because he’s so full of love and care for the people that he’s dedicated himself to. It might weigh on him more than they'd like, because he just wants so badly for them to live comfortably.

He would feed his s/o better than he fed himself, probably. He’s only a little into the Eastern medicine thing but believes that there has to be some remedies to manage the symptoms and is fairly keen to try out more hollistic approaches. He feels all warm and fuzzy whenever his partner shares that they’re feeling generally better lately and will vehemently stick with whatever had the greatest positive effect, which can be a bit of overkill.

He'll go on walks with his s/o if it helps with their joint pain, and will make sure that they have the most peaceful and unbothered stroll, even if it means he has to mean mug everyone else that walks by. Enjoy the scary dog privilege :) If his partner does the thing where they lie on their back and elevate their legs, sometimes he'll walk in when they're doing it and use it as an opportunity to plant a few little kisses on their face. He will absolutely join if they requested, also. He's also not completely pain free as he ages and yknow.. puts his body through the wringer more, especially in his back, so it helps him too!

I love him, I think he would be the bitch wrapping his fingers in salonpas after he develops bomb-constructing induced RSI. He's too young to smell like an old man with his cigarettes and ointments... anyway, I'll stop projecting. many many love, ghostiee ♡♡

#khr #hitman reborn #khr headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn #khr x reader #khr imagines #gokudera x reader #gokudera khr #gokudera hayato #gokudera headcanons

[yourpsicodelicbitch]

a little comment about each stellium 👯‍♀️❤️‍🔥

but im only posting 3 and in reverse order.

Picture from Pinterest

10H: they’re life is their work or it’s around it but it’s the same. They could have had some facilities when it comes to gain a job or opportunities OR -I haven’t seen one but it’s my theory- they have had fight it through all their life to have that reputation and work/ career. Sometimes too much is too much. They can have fixations on politics, they see EVERYTHING with politics. They want power and bc of that they do their research, bc? they want to have control, to manage more fields and more minds, bodies? the thing is that their need is to control. They’re VERY restricted by the image they want to give to others and bc of that they learn a lot about how to treat others in a way it benefits them -to gain more people, more followers-. But they can get lost in what they want and not the real focus, that’s the meaning, why did you started?

11H: They suffer, they just suffer if they don’t feel welcomed, if they don’t feel part of, in a really deep manner. They have a lot of experience when it comes to social groups, community or to be more specific there’s a really hard situation that they haven’t healed in their lives -it made a mark in their lives- and it’ll take them a really long time to even perceive it and to heal it…make your own conclusions 🧍. They NEED to belong, to feel useful, to make society better and what they do when it comes to the last one is to trying to be part of a daily social stuff. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THEY CARE OF WHAT OTHERS THINK, YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I can tell, at least one time or multiple they have had changed for others, they have had lied to not be left out, they have had done stuff to not be different. They feel alone, they love to be in company but also to have their own time. An excess of energy does the exact opposite of the purpose of the energy. There’s people with 11H stellium, my bestie and mom are one of those, what the last one always told me and that I always ended/end up in opposition is that she care too much about what others think. Too much. Finally, I changed her mindset, a lot comparing of how she acted before. They can be scared to be controversial or they prefer to stay out of it. My bestie also struggles to feel part of the environment she conforms.

12H: I just have to tell you: I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THESE PEOPLE. I do but bc I analyze my environment naturally. They don’t fucking show anything, not even about how they’re feeling. If you’ve read my post “astro observations that I founded in my notes” YES. I’m talking about the same person -the one with pisces rising and taurus moon-. It turned out she also have 12H stellium in whole sign system. I thought I was not that important for her and then she texted me and told me that she missed me -I thought it was just a jk, that she wasn’t serious, she have told me that she missed me before- and then she send me another meme that said practically that “what matter was the friend I made in the course I took and not the course”. In what case I was gonna know about this, if the relationship we had was me talking and joking around and she just listening and acting mad in jk. She told me a lot of stuff that I thought she didn’t tell easily others. I felt I had to do all the effort, that It wasn’t balanced and then boom, she told me that 💥

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❀ Based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

#astrology #astro observations #pinterest #astrologia #astro posts #astro notes #astro placements #12h placements #pride #10h placements #11h placements #saggitarius #pisces #aquarius #pansexuwhale

[daitranscripts]

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Conversations

Iron Bull

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Masterpost

The PC approaches Iron Bull in the guest wing.

Iron Bull: You got anything that needs killing? Iron Bull (have not been to servant’s quarters): Because the nobles keep messing with me, and they think I don’t know they’re doing it. This keeps up, I’m going to wear somebody’s skull as my fancy little mask. Iron Bull (already explored the servant’s quarters): Aside from the Vints in the basement. That alone made it worth coming here.

Iron Bull (if already spoken to): Any time we want to move on the assassination, just let me know. Iron Bull (if already spoken to and been to servant’s quarters): Got to kill a few Vints, try some new food… this party’s working out just fine.

1 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Give me the Ben-Hassrath read. [2]

Investigate: Do you like the masks? [3]

Investigate: See anything interesting? [4]

Flirt: Care to dance? [5]

General: Goodbye. [6]

2 - Investigate: Give me the Ben-Hassrath read. PC: Look at this with the eyes of a Ben-Hassarath, and tell me what you see. Iron Bull: It’s a mess. Everyone’s trying so hard to hide that they’re walking around in plumage. Makes it tough to spot the dangerous lies, as opposed to the normal stuff. Oh, but that couple over there with the silver masks? The woman’s doing one of the nobles, and the guy’s doing two different servants. [Back to 1]

3 - Investigate: Do you like the masks? PC: What do you think of the masks the nobles are wearing? Iron Bull: They’re no good as disguises, and they don’t cover the mouth or hide body language, so they’re not much help for lying. As fashion goes… I don’t know. I’ve seen dumber? [Back to 1]

4 - Investigate: See anything interesting? PC: Anything catching your eye? Iron Bull: They’ve got these candies nuts with some kind of spice on them. It’s sweet until you swallow, and then, bam, hot! Iron Bull (if not romanced): Also, Orlais has some fine-looking redheads. I go for the servants, personally. Less makeup. Iron Bull: Uh, nothing on the assassins, though. [Back to 1]

5 - Flirt: Care to dance? PC: Any interest in a dance? Iron Bull: Oh, shit, the nobles would love that! Can you imagine Josephine’s face, trying to explain that we were… Wait, were you serious? Because if so, then yeah, absolutely. I mean, once we stop the assassins and all that. [Back to 1]

6 - General: Goodbye. PC: Talk to you later, Bull. Iron Bull: I’ll just stay here and eat.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai transcripts #dragon age transcripts #dragon age dialogue #wewh #wicked eyes and wicked hearts #iron bull

[vaya-writes]

The Wyvern's Bride - Part 3.5

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

3000 words. Cis female human x Cis male wyvern (slow burn, arranged marriage, eventual smut). firefly-graphics did the divider.

Masterlist - Previous

No notable content warnings. Some mild descriptions of food. Perhaps some self worth and image issues from our dear wyvern. Enjoy Slate and Adalyn's first date :)

Adalyn waits until the following morning to pick up the book, too self-conscious to read about wyvern mating habits with Slate hovering around. The text is dry but contains a depth of knowledge she hadn’t even considered.  

Rin had marked out sections on pheromone production, courting and mating habits, and – more embarrassingly – reproductive organs and processes. 

Adalyn is drawn into the treatise, nearly missing her lunch with Slate, and almost jogging back up the Tower when they’re done. Glancing at the sky, she scowls before heading to the garden and ensuring her cuttings have been taken care of. She washes the dirt from her hands before returning to Slate’s chambers to read.  

Settled down in the pillowed nook tucked behind his bookshelves, she learns that female wyverns use colour changes and body language to indicate interest in a partner, and pheromones to indicate, among other things, sexual readiness. Most wyverns are sensitive to touch, making physical contact another important aspect of courting. 

The book offers occasional points of social commentary too, to supplement the biological details, and Adalyn learns of just how revered females can be in the hierarchy, and how frowned upon it is for males to approach them without the right signals.  

“Rin, you are a godsend,” Adalyn murmurs.  

Before dinner she opens the wardrobe and looks over her options. Hope and anxiety battle for dominance in her chest as she starts planning for tomorrow’s outing. 

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Adalyn and Slate walk side by side through the forest, boots crunching against detritus and stone. Her belted tunic is a pale green; a colour akin to Slate’s blush and intended to be sweet and disarming. Useful, according to her research, but on the milder side of wyvern signalling.  

Stray hairs that have escaped her coronet tickle her cheeks in the breeze. Adalyn breathes in deep, enjoying the forest air. Her arm brushes Slate’s as they follow an old trail towards some underbrush. 

Slate points out various animal tracks and leavings and identifies several bird calls. Most of the information he shares means nothing to Adalyn – especially the bird related tangents he goes on – but she’s reminded again that the wyvern contains a depth of knowledge, apparently pertaining to more than just construction and craft. 

“Do you see that there? Those are blackberry seeds,” Slate points to some bird droppings, splattered down a tree trunk. 

She raises her brows. “How do you even know? How much time have you spent going through animal leavings to learn this stuff?” 

“I had a phase probably two decades back.” He winces. 

She bumps his shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’s more interesting than weird. Barely, though.” 

The pair have a basket each, Slate carrying their lunch and blanket, and Adalyn with an empty pack for foraging. They make a day of it while they hike, with Slate showing Adalyn a handful of ways to set snares, pointing out a small waterway with the glimmer of fish inside, and helping her pick out some edible greens. They talk as they walk. 

“You know where I’m from. What about you? Where did you live before here?” 

Slate pulls back a branch, letting Adalyn pass unscathed. “I lived with my grandmother on the Farset Peninsula. She had an estate on the outskirts of Rendcliff.” 

“I’d assumed your family wouldn’t want to live so close to human powers.” She ducks under his arm. 

“We’re one of the few clans who do. The Matron considers it good practice to build relations with different people and places. I’m probably one of the few family members who live in such a remote area.” 

They stumble across a handful of blackberry bushes, Slate grinning almost gloatingly. None of the berries on the outer layers are ripe, picked clean by birds, but there are several juicy looking handfuls deeper in the thorny tangle.  

Adalyn hesitates, but Slate rolls up his sleeves. His arms ripple with shadow as scales emerge along his forearms and the backs of his hands. He starts picking berries for her, safe from errant thorns and scrapes.  

“Do you prefer your human form?” she blurts. 

He freezes, following her line of sight to his arms. “Uh. Not always. It just- well, it looks better, does it not?” 

“Does it?”  

“Well, I can’t imagine the grey, and the horns, and the spines to be aesthetically pleasing to you.” 

Adalyn blinks. Impulsive curiosity morphs into a mix of concern and dread. 

“Slate, have you been in human form all this time because of me?” 

There’s a long silence as he searches for the right words. 

She crosses her arms, irritation suddenly spiking. “I appreciate if you’re trying to put me at ease, but did you consider that your demi form might not bother me?” 

He’s almost frozen, unable to meet her eyes. “Does it not?” 

“I don’t know, I’ve hardly seen you in it!” she lets out a sigh, and reigns in her exasperation.  

Another long silence. One that Adalyn is content to let stretch, for fear of yelling again. 

“W-” Slate starts. “Would you like to?” 

Some of the tension drains out of her. It’s not hard to smile, to look up through her lashes and meet his gaze. “Yes, Slate. I would.” 

He shrugs and looks away again, letting the shadows swirl over his form. She watches attentively as his weight shifts. She’s not entirely sure if he grows in height, but he certainly seems bigger. It might just be the way his muscles adjust to hold the scales, the claws, the weight of his horns. His neck seems a little thicker, his shoulders wider. 

Finally, he stands before her, pallor ashen, skin dappled with plates of keratin, and silhouette modified. He glances between her face and his feet, seemingly waiting for a reaction.  

“Can I touch?” 

He nods, almost eager, then blushes. 

She steps into his space and looks over him. There’s not much she hasn’t seen before, honestly. It’s a little disconcerting seeing somebody in such a strange colour, and the horns definitely stand out. But they’re not ugly. 

She reaches up to tap one. “So, what are these for?” 

He looks away, demure. “They make it hard for larger creatures to swallow us.” 

“What’s larger than a wyvern?” she runs her finger along one of the lower horns, curving around to protect the back of his neck. 

“A dragon.” 

She nods, contemplatively. Then gestures that he turn. 

Slowly, he does.  

His coat sits differently, and Adalyn realises that it had hung lose around his shoulders. The length of his back is no longer flat, and she traces her finger along the new jagged shapes. 

“Spines?” 

He nods. 

“Are they supposed to scare me?” 

He shakes his head. “Same purpose as the horns.” 

When he faces her again, she takes his hand in her own. With surprise, she looks down at his fingers, tipped slightly with claws. “I could have sworn these were longer.” 

Shadows coalesce once more, lengthening his claws, and she watches with fascination as he wriggles his fingers; now each a deadly weapon. “My demi form is a bit malleable. I can make the spines come and go. Or the claws longer. Others can summon a tail. And I know dragons can use wings in their demi form too.” 

With his sleeves rolled up she has access to his forearms, and drags her finger along the edge of his scales. They’re cooler than his skin. “They’re pretty.” She doesn’t look at his face or notice his cheeks going verdant as she feels them, keeled and textured on the back of his arms, but flatter and smoother the closer they get to his skin.  

She drops his arm and looks up at him again. “Thank you.” 

He nods, at a loss for words. 

“Shall we break for lunch?” 

Relieved at having something to do, Slate finds a spot to lay the blanket, and starts setting out the food. Adalyn takes stock of their forage and sits with him, stretching out her legs. She ignores most of the prepared lunch in favour of the blackberries.  

“If I had enough of these I could make tarts. Or jam. Or a pie.” The thought doesn’t stop her from eating half the berries they’d collected. 

Slate smiles, slowly losing some of his previous tension. He sprawls back on the picnic blanket. “There’ll be more tomorrow.” 

Adalyn watches Slate throw a berry into the air. It arcs neatly into his mouth. Her eyes linger on his lips a moment longer before she pulls them away, cheeks warming. 

“What did you do at the Matron’s estate? What was the place like?” 

His nose crinkles. “Busy. There was always someone visiting. Family, or foreign dignitaries. There were meetings, or parties, or some event or another on nearly every day. And I was expected to attend all of them. Even if I had no interest or say in the proceeds.” 

“Because you’re male?” 

“And young. I was a fledgling when the Matron took me in. I attended those events for centuries before anyone would hear my opinion.” 

“Why go, then?” 

He shrugs. “Like I told you. My grandmother was grooming me for a leadership position.” 

The words tug at her memory. The Matron had said something during the trials. Something she’d completely forgotten in favour of pressing matters. 

“Are you her heir?” 

He looks at Adalyn sharply, eyes widened. “When- how did you... Yes.” 

Adalyn frowns. “You make it sound like a problem.” 

He stares down at his food, face falling in shadow. “It’s not a popular decision. I’m not sure if anyone will accept it when Matron passes.” After a beat he corrects himself. “That’s a lie. I know it will cause a schism.” 

Adalyn considers the situation. She hasn’t seen the matriarchy in full force, nor has she seen Slate’s family berate and badger him the way he claims they do. But if the situation is as severe as he’s led her to believe... yes, it wouldn’t be a surprise if his leadership was contested. Especially if the Matron dies and is unable to enforce the change.  

Do wyverns abdicate? Or do they relinquish their titles at death? It would be a key difference in deciding Slate’s rule. Without the Matron’s ongoing support, Slate’s succession would be an uphill battle. He’d need to make friends. Make an effort to please his family.  

Adalyn opens her mouth to ask, but one look at his expression tells her that he’s considered all of this before. At length. 

She resolves to make him feel better. And if there’s nothing she can say to console or encourage him, she can at the very least distract him. Adalyn shakes off the topic and throws a berry in the air. Attempts to catch it. Fails.  

“What did you do for fun?” 

After a few moments his muscles loosen. He relaxes back on the blanket, staring up at the canopy. At the clouds overhead, barely peeking through. 

“I liked going into the city. Visiting the markets or the craft quarter. Sometimes I’d sneak into the university lectures. Eventually I was sensible enough to enrol. I spent some years studying. Architecture. Engineering. Philosophy. That one was boring. I followed some of the artisans around until they apprenticed me out of frustration. Or amusement. The university library was a favourite haunt. Maybe I could show you one day.” 

Adalyn lays beside him and listens to tales of his forays into the city. His descriptions of the streets and the buildings. Of the food and drink, the people and music, the festivals and wares. So relaxed, she is, that she dozes off, halfway through a story about a horse thief and a chase through the streets.  

“Adalyn.” 

She stirs, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. “Sorry. You were saying?” 

“Shall we head back to the Tower?” 

She sits up. Stretches. Yawns. “Sure. I’m tired enough.” 

They pack up and Slate flies them to his quarters. He hesitates at the balcony, having deposited her gently, but not landed.  

I’m going to go back to work. Thank you for today. I had a good time. 

Adalyn hides her disappointment. She’d been enjoying her time with the wyvern, and the flight had banished some of her fatigue. “Of course. So did I. Thank you for sharing with me.” 

He hesitates, as if pondering something else to say, before shaking himself and leaving. 

With the sun starting to set, and not wanting to trek to the kitchen and back by torchlight, Adalyn decides to set up in the Tower. She washes and cooks their foraged vegetables and sets aside the rest of their spoils to deal with tomorrow. 

After a bath she takes her time choosing her sleep wear. With all the clothing she’d received as wedding gifts, she finds she has many options to choose from. And while at first, she’d considered clothing to be an impersonal and standard fare gift, looking at them closer reveals their alternative uses. She notes the repeating themes in colours; greens, blues, and deep greys, and recognises the consideration some of her in-laws must have taken in choosing their gifts.  

She’s used to sleeping in her chemise – it's simple, short sleeved, thin. Many of the new clothes are quite different from her modest tastes, and Adalyn wonders if she should push the bounds of her comfort zone tonight. 

There are chemises woven from silk and satin. Woollen drawers and shirts for cold weather. Things made from lace and gossamer, with open backs and plunging necklines, things that barely cover her thighs. Thankfully they’re not all coloured. There are still familiar whites and greys.  

She finds herself wishing for attractive reds and pinks. It’d certainly be less daunting trying to seduce somebody wearing colours she knows are effective on human men.  

Feeling exploratory, but still cautious, Adalyn chooses one of the undyed silken chemises. It’s shorter than her old one, just brushing the tops of her knees, and the neckline plunges enough to reveal her collar bones. With the decision made, lets out a deep breath and sits back on the chaise, donning a matching dressing gown and pulling out the treatise to read while she waits for Slate.  

He returns before the night grows late, and she greets him with a warm smile at the table. He’s damp, and his clothes cling to his skin, but Adalyn lets herself stare a little as she notes his demi form. On the other hand, he can hardly meet her eyes, conversation stilted. 

It’s not a reaction she’d been hoping for.  

Perhaps today had been too much. Or the outfit too suggestive. If she’s lucky, he’s just self-conscious, sitting in his second form. But the tension still makes her nervous.  

After she eats, she washes her hands and face before crawling into bed with a sigh. Slate stokes the hearth and puts out the torches before migrating towards the screened off area. Eventually he emerges in clean clothes and sinks down onto the lounge. 

She keeps her eyes to herself, but burns to prolong the evening. To try again. Torn between pushing too hard, and not hard enough. 

“How’s the chaise?” 

For a moment he’s silent. “A bit too firm. Perhaps I should order a new one.” 

“It’s not really designed for sleeping on.” 

“Mm,” he agrees. 

She pauses again, weighing her words. Deciding how far to push. 

“We could swap for a few nights?” 

“Nonsense. I’ve slept in worse places.” 

She swallows.  

“We could share?” 

There’s a long silence, before Slate replies in a measured tone. “I don’t think I’d be a good host if I were to impose on your space like that.” 

For a moment she feels the sting of rejection. Then she frowns. No. She hadn’t even tried, not really. If she’s going to be rejected again, it had better be crystal clear.  

She sits up. “You’re not my host. You’re my husband. And husbands usually share their beds with their wives. At least in human culture. Do wyvern’s act differently?” 

She thinks she hears his breath hitch but isn’t sure. 

“It’s... it varies from couple to couple.” He pauses, taking his time to formulate a response. “I don’t want to make any presumptions. I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.” 

She feels a twinge of sympathy. “Listen, Slate. I’m not used to taking the lead with these things. I don’t want to overstep either. And if I do, please, please tell me, so I can back off. And know I’ll do the same in turn. But you cannot overstep my bounds if you don’t take any steps.” 

Another silence from the wyvern. 

She starts rambling, suddenly embarrassed by her outburst, and desperate to ignore it. “This bed is the size of my old bedroom.” An exaggeration. But not by much. “The only way you could possibly make me uncomfortable is if you were to shift into your wyvern form during your sleep.” 

There’s a snort. And a pause before he replies, voice hoarse. “Are you sure?” 

“Completely.” She doesn’t let the doubt creep into her words. She hadn’t felt any before; is only hesitating now because of Slate making such a large deal. 

“Okay.” 

She watches his silhouette rise from the chaise. Her daring leaves her when he approaches the bed, words emptying from her head. Thankfully the lights are low enough to hide her blush. She lies back down as Slate climbs under the covers, taking extra care not to jostle her. The pair face each other, eyes open. 

With the apparent staring competition, Adalyn suddenly regrets inviting him. Just a little. She lets out a sigh with a wry smile, and closes her eyes, working hard to ignore the large presence beside her. 

“Goodnight, Adalyn.” 

His fingers brush her own.  

She flinches with surprise, before relaxing, and gripping Slate’s hand. 

“Goodnight dearest.”

Next

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When You Weren’t Looking— pt. 11/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN KENOBI x READER

PART 10

description: with obi-wan’s old love life resurfacing, anakin and padme council you about yours

warnings: language, mild spize, probably a lot of errors bc i stopped paying for grammarly premium lmao

a/n: HAHAHHA IM BACK LIKE I SAID. this can be considered a filler chapter ig, but i’ve actually had it written out for a while bc i wanted some padme and ani time but i never quite finished it so yeah

words: 2300

“Hey, kiddo!” Anakin ruffled your hair before taking the seat opposite you in the campus coffee shop.

“Anakin we’re basically the same age,” you frowned in annoyance as you batted his hand away.

“Whatever you say,” he settled in, leaning back on the little wooden chair. You just rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the little smile you tried to hide by pressing your lips together. You always tried never to give your impish friend the satisfaction of making you laugh, but of course, you always slipped up.

“Haven’t talked to you in a while. Like, actually talked, you know?” true, you’d say hi in class and sometimes he would hang around and help Obi-Wan, which you didn’t know if you could even count since it’s literally his job. That was something everyone always seemed to forget, including him, and when he wasn’t in either of those two places or doing anything that wasn’t an absolute necessity, he was with Padme.

“Yeah, you’re always with Obi-Wan anyway.” you shifted in your seat ever so slightly at his probably flippant comment. probably.

“How’s Padmé?” you smirked. If he did know about you and Obi-Wan, two could play that game. But if he didn't, your question still held a fair amount of sincerity.

anakin’s mouth morphed into a lovesick grin. At least was one relationship the two of you could talk about quite freely. “She’s really good actually, a lot of the students she councils have been performing really well. Besides work stuff though, she misses you,”

“yeah, I wish I was talking to her instead right now too,”

“wow. so I should just leave then,” he twisted his upper body towards the door feigning that he would actually get up. you responded jokingly with a little goodbye wave to send him and his bluff on their way. He repositioned himself only a second after, giving up his joke as he had more to say, “Padme’s meeting me here actually so you’ll get to see her. But I can’t stay for long ‘cause I have to grade some papers by tomorrow, which especially sucks cause all the essays are shit anyway,”

“Anakin,” you scolded him.

“You’d say the same thing too if you read them!” He pointed his finger at you in an trademark Anakin exaggeration, “They’re literally the worst class I’ve ever had. I dread every time they turn in an assignment,”

“You’re not even that harsh of a grader either,” you responded, actually considering his words.

“I know! But I can’t make it not-shit,” he wasn’t exactly wrong. you laughed at the way he threw his hands up in exasperation. “That’s more Obi-Wan’s job. He’s more sage-y,” you chuckled a little at his description of your inamorato.

“You’ll get there—and I mean that as a compliment. You’re gonna get that degree and be a bad bitch,” you joked.

“I’m always a bad bitch, let's be real,” he rolled his eyes and smirked at the same time, sass oozing from his features.

“We are bad bitches,”

“I was here first,” he countered quickly.

“Yeah but I’m Obi-Wan’s—“ You stopped. You didn't even know where you were going, but it was definitely something that would give you and Obi away.

“His what?” His brow quirked, but something about his tone made the question seem a bit more like a challenge.

“Don’t know,” you leaned back, trying (and failing) to act natural, as though your lack of ability to maintain eye contact hadn’t given you away.

“Well, you should try and figure that out.” He continued, fairly casually to your surprise. “Not that it means much,” he hesitated, “but a woman he used to be involved with is visiting this week.” You still would’ve been more concerned with his possibly knowing about you and Obi having a relationship if he hadn’t also mentioned, wait, what was her name? Kryze? He saw a mix of indecipherable emotions manifest in your features. It was understandable. How were you supposed to feel about her coming back? But in the end he didn’t want you to be blindsided. After getting no verbal response, Anakin elaborated, trying not to sound so cautious, as that might have a reverse effect and make you scared, “she used to work here. She and obi-wan were pretty close.”

“What? Why would I care about Obi-Wan’s past relationships?” You said, but your voice was small.

“Because you do.” he said it like he was stating a fact.

you gave up trying to offer another excuse when Anakin gave you a pointed look. Yes, he definitely knew. But he wasn’t going to push you.

“it’s ok. Ferus already told me about her.” you sighed.

“ferus?” Anakin’s lip curled as he sat up in surprise.

“yeah. before I knew what a dick he was,”

“could’ve told you that from the start.” He huffed a laugh, “doesn’t change anything though, I just want to make sure you’re gonna be ok,” his lips straightened just a bit to show you his genuine concern.

before you could assure him, now in slight annoyance, Padme's light voice came through the door of the cafe.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” she said, sweet as always.

“hope you’re not too disappointed,” you joked, your delight to see her painted on your face.

“oh please,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “i really am glad to see you, though,” she added as she slid into the chair next to Anakin. He hooked his hand underneath the lip on the bottom of her chair, dragging it so it was flush against his. Her cheeks were painted with a small blush at his little act of affection. You could see Obi doing the same. once Anakin had pulled Padme into a comfortable position with his arm around her, he went straight into getting her all caught up.

“I was telling her about Satine,” he said with more seriousness than you felt was necessary.

“I don't understand why you think I’d care,” you leaned your head down to massage your forehead in exasperation. you looked up when you felt a hand grab the free one you had placed on the table. Padme had reached over, showing, as usual, more tact and care than Anakin had.

“as two people in love,” she tilted her head slightly to her still technically unofficial boyfriend, who smiled wide, “we can recognize two others, especially with Obi-Wan. he’s different with you, in a good way,” she gave you a little smirk, leaning back.

“ok hold on, I don’t know about love,” you panicked as you processed her words. love? that scared you even more, and you didn’t need that right now,

“Obi-Wan cares for you, and he cares the same way most people love, that’s what we’re trying to say,” Anakin told you, earning a supportive smile from Padme. You couldn’t help it, her smile made its way into yours. The idea that he cared about you that much… And you trusted them enough to believe it. You couldn’t let Satine take that contentment and security away.

they can help.

A solid pause followed his words.

“Fine,” you said in resignation, “I’ll admit it,”

“aha!” Anakin pointed to you as though he had won, only for Padme to elbow him. you continued as he threw a hand in the air as though he could not possibly understand why she was scolding him.

“I’m worried about Satine. it only ended between them because she went away. there’s no real reason they shouldn’t be together again.” you let it all out, “and,” you exhaled, “I’m not enough. I’m just a kid.” you looked down at the confession of your insecurities.

“you’re not a fill-in.” Anakin responded firmly. “he’s known her since he was young, yeah,” he jerked his head nonchalantly, “but he’s not a kid now,” he put his hand flat on the table, yet again saying his words like fact. “He’s a big boy who takes his choices seriously and he’s not a dick to get with you while he’s still in love with another woman,” his eyes were still soft though, even as his firm tone continued to urge you to believe him. his words would’ve left you feeling a whole lot better, if only they stopped there. he ran a hand over his face and through his hair with a huff. “I can’t speak for Satine though.”

“what does that mean?” You frowned.

“it could mean anything,” he shrugged.

“Are you—“ you were about to hit this man.

“what Anakin is trying to say,” Padme recovered for him just on time, “is that Satine has been known to be…” her voice faded off while she searched for the words.

“harsh?” Anakin offered up.

“no I mean, I’ve never met her either, but, well, yes. she’s always been very stubborn, she doesn’t back down, in class and with the board.”

“oh,” your voice went a little quieter as you imagined the idea of her stubbornness somehow turning this into a battle over your Obi-Wan. well, your obi-wan for now.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him like this. I may have never met Satine, but I’ve known Obi-Wan for forever and I know that he’s never been like this.”

“Trust us, y/n. trust Obi-Wan. and more importantly, trust yourself. you know how he feels, and you know that you deserve those feelings.”

“I guess. i— I mean I’ll talk to him,” you sigh, looking put out, but you weren’t sad, just tired at the prospect of all this.

“Good,” Anakin said with a grin before snagging the pastry you had been too distracted to eat and taking a fat bite out of the flakey bread. you gasped and snatched it out of his hands, a little piece still held between his fingers, torn off when you took it back. the three of you just smiled and laughed, pretty soon falling back into normal conversation. part of you knew that Padme and Anakin were intentionally moving on so as not to leave any more room for you to overthink. oh but how they underestimated your mind's ability to make room for overthinking, no matter what.

—

“Obi,” you said quietly by his desk.

“yes?” he looked up at you from his seat, a warm smile forming from the rush he always felt from simply being near you.

“I want to talk to you,” you threaded your fingers through the silk of his hair as you continued, trying not to sound nervous.

“and I love it when you talk to me.” he smiled, placing his hands on your hips but remaining seated. your heart skipped a beat. he looked good like this, head leaned into your touch, eyes tilted up to look at you with such endearment. they would have been sweet and innocent like a puppy's if you didn’t feel the grip on your hips tighten just a bit, the hands starting to move ever so slightly. you had to snap out of it.

“no one likes a smart ass,” you tug gently on the hair still wrapped around your fingers, causing him to jump just a bit. You giggled a little at his reaction, but he recovered very quickly.

“oh but it seems you do,” he said in a lower voice, pressing a kiss to your stomach. you wondered if he somehow felt the butterflies that fluttered there. they didn’t go away though, but stayed as your nerves kicked in. he must’ve seen the look in your eyes shift, as his own did too. “what is it? truly?”

you looked up at the ceiling, letting loose a heavy breath as you prepared what you were going to say. when your eyes met his again, you couldn’t do it.

what was the big deal anyway? why can’t you just talk to him about it again? it’s just becoming all too real. I can’t let him see that side of me yet.

you answered your own circle of questions. your body responded by clearing your eyes and putting on a more pleasant expression instead.

“it can wait,”

great. you lost your nerve.

“no, my darling one, what is it?” if he had anything else to say after that, those thoughts were now skittering away as you quickly straddled him and ground hard against him immediately.

“it— can— wait,” you said each word between a kiss pressed to the column of his neck, feeling the bob of his thick swallow underneath your lips.

“you’ll tell me though, eventually, won’t you?” he wouldn’t let you go so easily, but he would never push you either. Anakin and him had that in common. he didn’t know if he could anyway, not with you positioned like this and slightly more assertive than usual— just enough to pique his interest and other things like what you felt pressing right in between your parted legs.

“of course. just— in a little.” you chewed your lip “it’s not a big deal I’m just tired,”

only a partial lie.

he appreciated your clarification so that he didn’t kill himself by guessing what earth-shattering topic you might have just been about to throw on him. if it truly wasn’t a big deal, then he would leave it. part of it hurt because you knew he believed you. could you believe him and how he said he felt about you?

I should. I do. fuck.

you were anxious and, consequently, tired. you just decided to slump into his arms and hold him close for a minute before you decided to take things in a more exciting direction. you breathed in his musk, feeling his breath cascading along your neck as he inhaled your scent. you reveled in it this time. that you could do this with him. that right now, he was yours to enjoy, and nothing could take that away. you wouldn’t even think of the possibility right now. couldn’t afford to.

fuck a satine.

with your, perhaps forced or compensatory adamance, you nipped at the skin of his shoulder, still covered by the thin light blue fabric of his dress shirt. his eyes had become a much darker blue when he grasped your face to look at him gently after your playful bite.

yes. right now he was yours.

PART 12

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I’m kind of surprised I haven’t seen anyone complain about the voice acting for Peach in the new Mario movie.  I mean, not totally surprised - the internet likes Anna Taylor-Joy much more than Crisp Rat, and the writing of Peach (from what little we see in the trailer) is better than the character’s reputation as a one-dimensional damsel in distress.

And, like, the voice acting isn’t terrible.  It’s fine, in the way that most cartoon characters voiced by a big name actor who isn’t a voice actor tend to be fine.  You watch the trailer and think, “Yep, they got a woman who is trained in acting to read lines with a certain amount of emotion alright.”

In fact my hot take is that both Mario and Peach in the trailer, voice acting-wise, were fine.  They were serviceable.  A decent, acceptable job was done.

But, like, no more than that.

Because that’s the problem with using normal actors to do a voice actor’s job.  Most actors are trained to use their voice as a *part* of their acting, rather than the whole of it, complementing it with, you know, facial expressions and body language.  If they primarily do dramatic work, then they’re also trained to be very restrained in using their voice, because if you go too big it won’t work.

Jack Black isn’t just an actor - he’s a comedian and a singer too, and in all endeavors he trades on bringing a wild, manic energy to the table, which is perfect for a cartoon character.  Charlie Day and Seth Rogan may only be able to do one voice a piece, but they’re comedic actors, which means they’re used to being big and bawdy, and their voices bring a high intensity that fits a cartoon setting.

Outside of Parks and Rec, Chris Pratt has done more action movies than comedy stuff, and Anna Taylor-Joy is more or less a purely dramatic actor.  And it shows in their vocal performance.  They’re fine, I reiterate, totally passable, but just... restrained.  They sound like normal people.  Mario sounds like a guy.  Peach sounds like some lady.

Which is weird and a little disappointing, because these two characters have been around for decades and established themselves as more than just A Guy and Some Lady.  Both Mario and Peach have really distinct voices in most media, voices oozing with personality.  Yes, even Peach, who has the reputation of being one-dimensional, is performed with a great deal of character in the games.  And while Anna Taylor-Joy is doing, I repeat, a fine job, she’s doing a job of being Some Lady, instead of a Princess of a kingdom of talking mushrooms whose given name is Peach.  And it feels weird to me that no one’s mentioned how mildly disappointing that is.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 32

anon - Ok I’ve like uh never done this b4 but for baby scarab what if you did like a freaky Friday thing where reader and Marc have like a nasty fight and then they wake up in each others bodies the next morning and they basically have to go through the day as each other lmfao

anon - Hear me out plz plz plz do a freaky Friday thing 4 baby scarab where Marc/steven/jake and reader have a nasty fight and wake up in each other’s bodies n have to go through the day PLZPLZPLZPLZPLZPZL

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A/N : :) is all imma say

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A/N : this is all over the place- sorry if its hard to read lol

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, tiny angst, body switch, you make the moon boys uncomfortable numerous times. let me know if i missed anything

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PART 2 OF 2

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you woke up feeling sick.

groggily with your eyes still closed, you throw a hand off your chest, not belonging to you of course.

you yawn and slowly get up, suddenly craving pop tarts.

when you stand up you look around, feeling taller than usual, but you just brush it off as being tired.

but when you go to shoot a web out to open the cupboards with them- nothing happens.

that wakes you up immediately.

you panic as you look down to your wrists- seeing no holes and that these aren’t even your hands.

you mutter curses to yourself as you rush to find a mirror- easily finding one of the many and screaming once you see yourself.

well- not yourself per say- but you in steven, marc, and jakes body.

you screaming woke up whoever was fronting in your body, and they look up confused until they see you- in their body.

“bloody hell..” a british accent says from your body as you continue to stare at yourself in the mirror, absolutely in shock.

“did we separate bodies again?” 

“are you hearing yourself right now?” you assumed it was marc talking, but it was weird in your voice.

“..oh bollocks” is all steven said- still weird in your body.

he gets up, looking around and then back to you- or himself.

it’s confusing.

“do you think we’ve..” steven starts, and khonshu decides to make an appearance.

“yes, your bodies have been switched” khonshu starts and you glare at him.

“and why the fuck did you do that?” you grit out at him, feeling awkward about not having your own voice.

 “you and the spider child need to make up! i’m sick of the fighting. act like adults” he says sternly while you stare at him in rage.

“you want us to act like adults?” you say a bit to calmly.

khonshu nods and you scoff. 

“first you turn me into a cat- and now i’m old” you complain, and marc- with your face- glares at you from the mirror.

“just work it out and i’ll change you back” the bird shrugs, leaving again.

“wait- no khonshu, come back” you say into thin air.

“stupid bird” you mutter, looking back to steven, who’s still in your body and staring back at you.

“this is so weird” steven says and you nod.

“it’s not fair- i don’t even have my webs anymore” you complain, steven looking down at your wrists and humming.

“but if marc and jake transferred over with me..”

“but they’re literally a part of you. the spider stuff only stays in my body i guess” you shrug, oddly calm about the situation.

you wouldn’t put it past you if something weirder ever happened. this is your life now.

“so what? me and marc apologize to each other for whatever we did and knonshu charges us back?” you ask, and steven nods.

“i guess, i mean that’s what he said.”

“okay so apologize then” you tell marc, who’s now fronting in your body.

“excuse me? you apologize” he responds, and you scoff.

“but i didn’t do anything wrong”

“well i didn’t either.”

“silencio”

you and marc both look to the source of your voice speaking in spanish, that being jake.

“you two better sort this out, we need our own bodies back” he tells you all, and you nod.

“right” you mutter, marc looking down at your hands.

“why are your hands so small?” he asks you and you scoff.

“why are your hands so big? they are the size of my face” you tell him, pointing at your own face.

“when i said i wanted to see myself in the third person this isn’t what i meant” you mumble to yourself, pacing around the room.

“i don’t like it down here” marc suddenly speaks up, referring to how you’re shorter than him.

“hey, ass. it’s not my fault you’re a tree” you retort and steven decides to take over.

“okay, we need a distraction. from all this bloody arguing” he starts.

“how about we go take a walk, yeah?” the shorter figure in the room heads to the door, struggling to get your shoes on for a moment.

“you’re making me go out looking like that?” you ask, gesturing to yourself- with an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

“like what? you look fine” steven shrugs.

“but i-“

you’re cut off by your phone ringing in your pocket, well- stevens pocket? it was on your body.

steven pulls it out and pales at the contact. “it’s your boyfriend what do i do?” he panics, and you give him a look.

“he’s not my boyfriend, and just ignore it” you respond, and steven just slips your phone back in the pocket it came from.

“did you seriously just use my mouth to say that?” marc cuts in and you wave him off.

“but seriously, y/n, you look fine” steven continues and you scoff again.

“you’re only saying that because-“

“because you’re a beautiful young lady, now let’s go” he opens the door, leaving you awkwardly to slip on stevens shoes and follow after him.

“still weird” you mutter, closing and locking the door behind you.

it was very strange to talk to steven in your body- hell, it was even stranger being in his.

“where exactly are we going?” you ask, steven instinctively looking down before looking up at you.

“i thought seeing howard would calm you down” he shrugged and you chuckle.

“yeah, it would” you agree, the elevator stopping and the doors sliding open before you two get off.

“i still can’t get over how weird this is” you cringe, and steven nods.

“well once you and marc quit being ding dongs, we’ll be back in our respective bodies” he shrugs, leading you towards the pond behind the cafe.

“we aren’t ding dongs” marc speaks up, and you nod in agreement, kicking a rock on the sidewalk.

“whatever- just talk it out, yeah?” steven suggests and you shrug.

“but i didn’t do anything” you say.

you hear marc chuckle and you roll your eyes. “really? you didn’t do anything? i have a list of the things you did” marc informs you and you scoff.

“yeah? well i can say the same for you” you retort while steven groans in annoyance.

you’re about to complain again when you hear your phone ring again, which makes steven pull it out and see that it’s casper again.

“he’s desperate” jake speaks up and you roll your eyes again.

“don’t answer” you give steven a look, which is still strange considering you’re basically looking at yourself.

steven just smirks and presses answer, holding the phone to his ear while you gape at him.

“you’re fucking dead” you glare at him, still walking.

“y/n? are you okay? you usually answer” you can hear casper’s voice, considering your volume was still high.

“yeah sorry about that, i was just a little busy.” steven starts and you cringe, wishing you could strangle him without people seeing and calling the police.

“oh- uhm.. that’s okay” you can tell casper was hesitant in speaking.

“it’s just one of those days, innit?” 

“what’s with the accent? are you okay?” casper asks and your eyes widen, and steven freeze, both of you standing on to the side of the sidewalk.

it’s silent for a moment before casper starts talking again. “listen, i’m going to head over just to make sure you’re okay” he starts and steven mutters curses.

you swipe a finger across your throat, making steven make a face, backing away from you a couple steps.

“did you take your medicine this morning?” casper asks again and steven goes to respond. 

“no, i forgot but you don’t have to come over” steven says swiftly, and you sigh.

“i don’t have to stay- plus my mom made more bread” he says and you’re at a crossroads.

either not have casper come over- miss out on bread but save the embarrassment.

or get that bread and be embarrassed.

it was a hard decision- that steven made for you.

“oh- oh- sure sure, uh..” 

“okay, i’ll head over in a few. see you later, y/n” casper interrupts and hangs up, steven turning to you in panic.

“shit” you mutter. “we gotta go” you steer yourself and steven around, speed walking back to the apartment building.

“what are we going to do?” steven whines in your voice.

“just don’t say anything- just have marc front, he doesn’t have the accent” you start.

“i swear on khonshu if he tries to kiss us-“ marc interrupts and you cut him off.

“nonono- don’t even say that”

“it could happen” jake says.

“shut up” you reply, coming up to the elevator inside already.

you two are unfortunately stopped by a woman, well- you’re stopped by a woman.

“hey, can you help me?” she asks you, eyeing steven beside you in your child like body.

“sure? what with?” you ask, and the woman gets closer to you.

she was a fairly pretty lady, basic white girl though.

bleach blonde, spray tan, and all that.

she leaned closer to your shoved a map in your face. “which of these is better?” she points to two different bars close by.

“oh this one for sure” you point to the first one, not knowing a clue about it.

she giggles, yanking the map back and sending a quick look to steven.

“you should join me tonight then, of course if your.. daughter doesn’t mind” she flips her hair and bats her eyelashes at you.

you snort and steven makes a face.

the lady’s smile fades a bit at your reaction, and you hold back a laugh.

“have you seen him- me?” you stutter, putting a hand to your chest.

the lady scoffs, rolling her eyes and strutting out of the building, you laughing in response.

“i don’t really look like a knob, do i?” steven asks, gesturing to your- his face.

“nah, i just didn’t want to talk to her” you shrug.

“then let’s never speak about that again” marc speaks up, you and steven nodding.

“anyways- try to get casper out of there as quick as you can” you advise, steven just nodding until marc takes over.

“what about you? what will you do?” he wonders and you wince.

“hide” 

“are you serious?” marc starts, clicking your floors button. “you’re going to leave us alone with your boyfriend?” 

“he’s not my boyfriend”

“but you want him to be” jake sings out and you groan in annoyance.

the elevator opens and you rush out, unlocking the door after finding the keys and pushing yourself inside.

“i’m going to go insane.” you conclude, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“i hate being old. my back hurts” you say sarcastically.

marc snorts and closes the door.

“listen kid, i won’t embarrass you, i’ll just take the bread and kick him out” he shrugs.

you nod slowly and sigh. “if he insists on staying just say it’s spider stuff” 

marc nods and gives you a thumbs up, and as if on cue, someone’s knocking at the door.

you go and sit in the kitchen, on the counter while marc gets the door- in your body.

still really strange to think about.

you’re swinging your- marc’s legs back and forth when you hear casper talking to him.

“are you sure you’re okay? is steven or.. marc here?” you can hear him ask, making you unconsciously smile.

“yep. he’s here. thank you for the bread, goodbye” you hear the door slam shut, and hope casper left with a good mood.

you didn’t want to make him sad or anything, and you’d definitely call him tomorrow saying you’d had an off day.

“y/n, i got the bread” you hear marc- as yourself come into the kitchen, putting the bread on the counter. it was wrapped in that clear wrap stuff so that it was germ free.

“did he look too upset?” you ask instantly, marc shaking his head.

“just.. he looked disappointed?” he shrugs and you groan.

“you didn’t have to be so blunt”

“sorry” he mutters, surprising you.

“…what?” you murmur, sliding off the counter, marc walking a bit closer to you.

“not just about being a dick to your- casper, for being.. being me” he tells you, and you purse your lips and sigh.

“i just wanted to prove that i’m strong enough” you mumble, feeling a weird sensation throughout your body, making you close your eyes tight.

once you open them, you’re back in your own body, and you look up at marc with wide eyes.

“that’s all it took? really?” you flip off the air.

“fuck that dumb bird-“ you’re cut off by marc hugging you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“i meant it… i.. i know you’re strong enough i just.. i get nervous”

you nod against him, and wrap your arms around him in return.

“next time we go patrolling just please stay behind so we can form some kind of plan” marc suggests and you nod again.

“i’ll stay, i promise” you say, hugging him tighter.

you two eventually let go, looking at each other properly. “i’m so glad we’re back in our own bodies” you chuckle.

“yeah, that was-“

“weird”

“yeah”

you both share a small laugh, moving to the couch with marc following behind.

“how was it being young again?” you ask sarcastically, sitting down on the couch.

marc does the same and gives you a look. “how was it being tall?” he retorts, you rolling your eyes.

“how was it being-“

“okay enough” steven cuts in, you snickering.

“but in all seriousness.. i think you two needed that” steven says again and you make a face at him.

“what the hell?” you mutter, stevens eyes widening.

“oh no, not the whole body switch thing- the apologizing and understanding” he clarifies and you shrug.

“i guess” marc shrugs as well, pulling you into him while you close your eyes due to the calm atmosphere.

“i’m-“

“shh, just let me enjoy this before you annoy me for the rest of the day” marc says, patting your head.

“fine but i still didn’t get my pop tarts and i need energy so i can beat up khonshu” 

marc chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting you relax into his side.

“i need to make lunch-“

“shush steven”

the rest of the day was you and the guys talking through what your next outing would be like.

patrolling, i mean.

you had a whole set up- you’d find crime with your y/n tingle, then you’d find it and form a plan- and then.. do the plan.

pretty simple.

plus jake had to explain to marc that you’d be perfectly fine due to the healing armor khonshu had gifted you.

and you were going to be fine.

because as long as you had your dads, you’d always be fine.

actually, a little more than fine.

you’d be great.

~~~

A/N : sorry for the short chapters lately, ive just been busy.

i really hoped you all liked it and thank you all so much for the support!! i love all the interactions i have with you guys, it makes me smile :)

see you all in two days <33

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[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

Hello hello

I hope you're having a nice day ❤️

Can I please ask for some relationship hcs with furu, under what circumstances you think he would fall for someone, what the further relationship would look like etc. I'm in a fluffy mood so please, include some cute content (I mean, as cute as it can get with him, it can have unsettling undertones haha).

Please save me from the torment of not being able to accept any other way of writing him than yours.

Thank you in advance 🦭

i reckon the best route for him to meet someone, fall for them and vice verse, and have a good relationship would be if he met them outside of school/uni

someone who knows him only as “man who tuts as he walks past the florist because he doesn’t think they’re looking after their gardenia optimally” or “quiet, but always very polite, customer at the library who only ever checks out cookbooks on baking and the most gruesome thrillers and neo noir”

you consider him quirky but kind

and the more you get to know him, the more that becomes quirky, kind, and surprisingly funny on the rare occasions he makes a joke, always deadpan. and then quirky, kind, funny, and even more surprisingly thoughtful and considerate when he catches you on a bad day. 

basically, furu’s one of the good ones.  

i feel like the relationship would stay platonic for a long while

furu doesn’t have much interest in pushing it into becoming romantic - as much as he does like you, he’d much rather continue having someone to talk to, especially when that someone’s you, than risk it all by taking the relationship in a different direction

you’d have to be the one to make the first move

even when you do, a lot stays the same

you’re still two pals sat at a cafe discussing the state of affairs, what books you’ve been reading recently, what recipes furu recommends for an amateur baker, coming up with plans for how the two of you are going to kidnap the florist and hold them ransom as revenge for the gardenias they keep killing 

furu’s not a pda type, nor is he touchy-feely. even something like holding hands won’t be common in the relationship, especially not when in public. 

the big tell that you’re his no1 is how much more talkative he is with you, and how much more aware he is of your emotions, compared to those of others

i’ve probably brought this up on other furu hc posts, but furu’s love language is 100% gifts/acts of service

bringing you your own flowers (in a pot, with strict instructions on their care), baking you bread and sweets (and then going on a tangent about how bad the processed stuff people buy in stores is for the body), and so on

he might sound like a real pain at times, but he means well

he’s basically like gokushufudou’s main character: 50% organised crime, 50% threatening people’s lives and polishing knives, and 100% about taking care of his s/o

#basically remember the hanamiya x flower shop girl au? #well this is the same cinematic universe #furuhashi x librarian #and they might actually kill hanamiya's beloved flower shop girl #those damn gardenias #furuhashi kojiro #furuhashi koujirou #kiridai #kirisaki daichi scenarios #knb #kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #headcanons #imagines #hcs #x you #x y/n #kirisaki daiichi #fluff #relationship headcanons

[sammybirdseed]

I was just watching this video and at one point this guy brought up one of his pet-peeves is when people can’t really read the room or if they’re too loud or something. It just got me thinking cause obviously I struggle with social cues and stuff because of my ADHD and I’ve always been kind of loud too. It’s one of my biggest insecurities and one of the reasons I’ve had—and still have—such a hard time making friends. It doesn’t help that my brother’s girlfriend said just yesterday that I’m annoying and I talk too much and that my jokes aren’t funny. I guess it just got me feeling kind of sad because the guy in the video didn’t seem ableist or like a mean person or anything. In fact, he seemed like the type of person I would usually gravitate toward and hang out with, which is what got me thinking cause what if people that I hang out with or am friends with feel the same and I just can’t tell because I can’t read the room like that? It’s happened before in the past. Luckily, I have better friends now who are also neurodivergent and understand me better but I just hope this isn’t something that will be a lifelong issue for me when trying to make friends because it just feels like one big guessing game where I’m constantly wondering if all my friends secretly hate me.

Also in the same video, people in the comments were complaining and ragging on the same guy because I guess he was being too touchy and the girl he was with seemed like she was getting uncomfortable? This also worried me because I didn’t pick up on this. To me, she just seemed like sort of a closed off person, and I didn’t really register anything he was doing as violating some sort of consent boundary. He was just occasionally lightly and briefly tapping her elbow or her knee when speaking, which I just took as kind of an extension of him talking with his hands sort of. But anyway, my point is that people were being really mean to him in the comments and saying stuff like “she was obviously so uncomfortable like just look at her body language” or “I’m glad the producer stepped in cause she was obviously so uncomfortable” and “this is why consent matters” and stuff, which kind of made me sad as well because I’ve always been kind of a touchy person. It’s one of my love languages and it’s my way of communicating with people and showing comfort and affection. I ask my roommate all the time cause she’s the opposite and doesn’t really like touch, and she says I’ve never made her uncomfortable and that I’m really good with her personal boundaries, but this video just kind of concerned me cause—from what I could tell—he wasn’t doing anything? But the biggest issue for me was, like I said, that I also didn’t register her as being uncomfortable. It just worries me because, since going to college, I’ve had to deal with some people who have totally misjudged my character and twisted my words or actions into the total opposite of anything I would ever do or say. It really hurt me because I really pride myself on my open-mindedness and respect for others and they were trying to paint me as someone who I’m just not. Anyway, that’s not the point, but it just made me sad that these people were being mean to this guy and vilifying him when—from what I could tell—he hadn’t done anything wrong.

I don’t know, these two things just made me feel really sad so I wanted to get it off my chest. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.

#rant #adhd #actually adhd

[hymn-of-muse]

Can i have a honkai star rail matchup plz

male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat

man you guys like giving a lot of info /nm

i dont know anything about the personality type stuff that means nothing to me, and i've stated previously that things like zodiac signs are not what im looking for in these forms, i just need some basic information like looks, traits and preferences but im glad you added your likes and dislikes cuz that helps me come up with stuff /lh

Arlan comes to mind. you're both a bit short and your love languages seem to match. he's a pretty animal friendly person considering he looks after asta's puppy, so i can imagine him looking after a cat if one came around.

he'd be a tad more of the confident one in the relationship, he doesnt mind telling you how much he cares about you and doing things for you but he gets a little shy around pda.

he'd probably set up a mutual habit with you of checkin in on each other throughout the day which probably became more frequent after the legion attacked the station.

if he overhears you singing hes going to wait by the doorway until youre done to say anything so he can listen, he'd rather not interrupt you if he can help it.

he'd take note of your favourite foods, textures you like and so on and get you something when he has a break to visit you if he can just so he can check in on you in person and make sure you eat something rather than asking you over text.

if you ever want to share what you write with him he'd be more than happy to read it. he'd get curious and try not to pick it up without your permission but his interest might get the best of him and he could end up taking a peak anyway.

if you did something for him, gave him a personalized or hand made gift or even just gave him a kiss on the cheek in front of people he would melt so fast. bright red and stumbling over his words. he'd probably give up on trying to say anything and just hold your hand in the end.

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[ganymedesclock]

Okay @ruthlesslistener I promised I’d get you back for the good meta so, Pale King emoting and body language headcanons, here we go! This is just sort of a disorganized ramble but I didn’t want to make it a bullet list due to its long-windedness.

I think he ends to leave an extremely aloof/deadpan impression on people thanks to his monotone whisper-voice that only very rarely cracks into a genuine emotion,

(and it does crack when he does that; he just does not have a smooth voice. Though, uh, hesitate to rush to make fun of it because part of why it’s so rough and echoing and bizarre is because wyrms use sonar. He can kill a mundane bug and stun a large creature at close quarters by ‘shouting’)

but his actual poker face is, ironically, terrible. The fact that he has basically no experience with wyrms or ex-wyrms and little self-awareness of what wyrm physiology or quirks tend towards means that he basically only hides his emotions by a fortuitous combination of that he tries to shame and/or rationalize himself out of having them in the first place (thus, suppressing his body language as much as possible) and that his social cues are alien to others.

When I’m writing him, I tend to take a lot of inspiration from a cat in terms of facial expressions. He stares a lot, often without obviously blinking; he has a notable prey drive that even if he’s not hungry or intending to hunt means he tracks fast objects and his response time is nightmarishly swift.

Since anatomically he’s almost nothing but spine all the way down, he’s extremely bendy and even kinda compresses by settling onto himself most of the time; his canon sprite is small but he can stretch out or periscope up on his coils to about Lurien’s body length. Pre-fall of Hallownest PK finds this absolutely mortifying and limits himself extremely to highly constrained movements any time he’s not in a life-or-death fight; both “not king yet” PK and RFR-timeline postgame PK do it a lot more, especially the latter after he cuts his robes and basically gives up on keeping his weird shrimp body out of people’s attention.

His face is almost entirely a rigid, inflexible plate. His eyes can blink and squint and such but even so, some of the way they blink is unsettling; he has three separate eyelids. I stand by the headcanon that his actual ‘mouth’ and jaw (complex pedipalps/mandible array with lots of rasping blades and little sharp stuff) is tucked under the point of his ‘face’. Opening his jaw fully means that his eyes are stuck pointed up at the ceiling and away from whatever he’s biting, but his wyrm self had the same problem basically all the time. His mouth assembly is highly dexterous and can operate by feel just fine.

Because of this whole de-emphasized face, he’s actually a lot easier to read if you know the tricks to look for. He talks with his body language more than anything facial and the former recontextualizes the latter. Squinting can be like a happy blink from a cat- “guard down, I’m comfortable,” or it can be an expression of contempt, and that contempt can be passive smugness or it can be “you are seconds from death”.

Happy blink PK is going to be otherwise relaxed and usually won’t have his face/eyes pointing straight at whatever he’s with; if he’s super relaxed he’ll unspool from his tense posture and spread out bit by bit, like how a very relaxed hamster will go flat as a pancake. Pretty much the only person who has this privilege reliably is White Lady, where half the time they’re together and not busy he’ll just be somewhere in the same space as her either with his back facing her or completely sprawled out somewhere near her “feet” (where her roots meet the ground- he likes to feel the pulse of energy flowing around there, it soothes him instinctively)

Preening/arrogant PK tends to have his head lofted; he’ll also relax there, but stay upright and the relaxation is basically patronizing whoever he’s talking to rather than a gesture of trust. His body is more tense and able to respond; which works as he is often arrogant in combat.

A pissed off PK is distinct from the others in that his head stays down the entire time and tends to make very unbroken eye contact with whatever the source of his anger is. If he’s sitting straight the hostility is still theory and not ‘practice’; if he’s hunched forwards towards a more horizontal / (all ‘sixes’) pose then he may or may not actually be about to follow through but he is probably thinking about what your entrails would taste like.

Progressively in RFR PK’s body language opens up a lot more and he starts making more casual gestures with his posture and with his hands especially. He also starts using face journeys as a form of communication (e.g. making eye contact with someone, looking at a second person, and then back to the first with a fractional eye-widening = ‘get a load of this guy’).

He does all of this without thinking about it and actually is mortified to have attention drawn to it long after he’s entrenched this as a habit. Now all of Hallownest knows you have feelings, shrimp. You have failed.

#Hollow Knight #Pale King #readmore #some of this is repeating older posts but it's good to do that from time to time