#because it always spikes and then crashes down into not very much. and if you want more u gotta make new. that's the internet for you!

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We need more of spider punk❤️❤️❤️

ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS (Part 2!): Hobart brown

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SO many requests for this guy,,, i hope you like!

🕷 - hobbie likes watching you stand up for yourself.

🕷 - he knows you have spunk, no matter how deep down, it’s there.

🕷 - it thrills him to see you fight back, fills him with satisfaction. He will back you up in a heartbeat, no matter what it is he will fight with you and for you.

🕷 - he’ll fall back to back with you, you won’t have to worry when fighting along side him, let yourself go and spread CHAOS. He’s got your back

🕷 - he’s very deep thinking. He values your morals, your conviction and who you are in the face of hardships.

🕷 - He thinks real hard about what he chooses to put his faith in. And that includes you.

🕷 - he trusts you with his life.

🕷 - he’s a bit of a wanderer. There isn’t really a reliable routine he follows, so you might go a little while without seeing him.

🕷 - but don’t worry, he’ll always come back to you. He won’t leave you lonely for too long, gorgeous.

🕷 - he’ll pay you random visits just because!

🕷 - and by that I mean he’ll let himself in.

🕷 - its not uncommon for him to show up in the middle of the night, and if your not asleep, he offers to sneak you out for a few hours of fun.

🕷 - It’s alright, beautiful/handsome, there’s no safer place then by his side.

🕷 - If you live here, you’ll know that the UK can get pretty cold, especially at night. he’ll lend you his jacket if he catches you shivering

🕷 - Hobie will take you to concerts. You’re his first choice.

🕷 - he’s got a lot of connections and he can get you in easily.

🕷 - if you think he is anywhere other than right in the front then you are CRAZY. and he wants you right there with him.

🕷 - the music is so loud it’ll shoot through your chests, filling both your senses. sharing that exhilaration with you means a lot to him.

🕷 - he keeps you close to him the whole time, and makes sure you don’t get too roughed up by the other people around you.

🕷 - If it all gets too much don’t worry, he knows a cushy spot in the rafters away from all the people, and its a great view.

🕷 - when Hobie’s the one on stage he’ll be looking for you in the crowd

🕷 - he plays better when your there

🕷 - knowing your eyes are on him makes him more bold.

🕷 - don’t take your eyes off of him. Don’t you dare look away. He wants to see your face.

🕷 - he’s on the run a lot, so he’ll need to crash at your place often to lay low.

🕷 - “thanks, doll. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

🕷 - if you play guitar he will play solo’s with you

🕷 - if you don’t know how to play he’ll sit behind you and rest his hands over your own, pressing your fingers into the right chords.

🕷 - his chest pressing in to your back are the least of your worries, though. His breathe is hot and his lips are soft. And, oh! your cheek and jaw, which are his favourite places to kiss, are completely exposed.

🕷 - good luck.

🕷 - he’ll give you piggy back rides.

🕷 - wrap your arms around him as tightly as you want. He doesn’t mind. his hair might tickle your face as he turns his head to give you a peck on the cheek, though.

🕷 - when you both sleep next to each other you won’t have to worry about his hair getting in your face. He’ll wear a wrap.

🕷 - his hair is NICE in the movie. those wicks were P R I S T I N E

🕷 - if you play with the little baby hairs poking out from the bundle then he’ll be all over you I bet he’d love that.

🕷 - if he loses his wrap then he might use his mask in a pinch. It’d be really fun if the inside was lined with silk just to keep his hair nice.

🕷 - If he sleeps in that then your gonna have to put something on the spikes to stop them from poking you 😭

🕷 - "nah fam i am not sticking marhsmellows on my head."

🕷 - Honk shoo

🕷 - he will pierce you ears for you.

🕷 - he knows how to sew. mending clothes are more cost effective, and punks have been DIYing outfits since the very beginning.

🕷 - if you don't know how, he can hem or mend your clothes. like i don't he he knows just surface level knowledge either. Hobbie is IN the sewing community

🕷 - he'd get zesty with it too!

🕷 - yeah, he could sew your clothes to look good as new, but have you seen visible decorative mending? there are so many ways to get creative with mending- his personality would really shine through in his work.

🕷 - your favourite pair of jeans that used to have a hole in the knee are now fixed, but with am embroidered spider web spriraling outwards.

🕷 - this is an example of how incredibly thoughtful he is. he spends lots of time and love to turn something broken into something new. and thats one of the ways he'll show you he loves you.

🕷 - you won't really ever be questioning if he loves you though.

🕷 - he's blunt. he'll let you know.

🕷 - tee hee

🕷 - Hobart doesn’t really get Jealous.

🕷 - But he LOVES rubbing your relationship in any clueless suitor’s face when he gets the chance.

🕷 - after watching the movie I am 100% certain that he is willing to clock someone over the head for you.

🕷 - intimidation tactics work great to ward off most creeps. But some people need a demonstration.

🕷 - his hand will snake around your lower tummy or waist, and he pulls you flush against himself

🕷 - he’d lean down to whisper “is this one bothering you?”. Real quietly so no one else can hear.

🕷 - if your friends with Hobart, your friends with Pavitr.

🕷 - and if your dating Hobart, then your basically gonna date him too LMAO

🕷 - Pav thinks you're both so cute! You have his full support. He is INVESTED. The moment he sees you after rough housing with Hobie he gasps! Hello you!

🕷 - he’s all over you.

🕷 - Pav thinks you’re a sweetheart. If Hobie isn’t there you can count on him to have your back.

🕷 - I’ve said this before but he’s canonically got a good read on people, and that’s probably especially so for his best friend.

🕷 - and so he sees how happy you make him. Pav absolutely treasures you.

🕷 - Chances are you'll end up getting close with Gwen too! she stays over in other universes since her situation back in her own isn't great. you guys end up hanging out because of it and ya'll grow close.

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Monster Mayhem: Donkeys & Dragons [PART 3]

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: It turns out that befriending a dragon is not as terrible or difficult as you would have thought. But people, unsurprisingly, will always still be awful.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [EPILOGUE]

The first week of your internment flew by shockingly fast.

Maybe because you were always at War—a perpetual cycle of making some demand or other (that usually centered around a desire for the barest levels of personal space or agency) only to be met persistently with the ancient, all-powerful, dragon equivolent of >:(

The clothes and toilet situation were already a lost cause. You knew this.

But there were so many other little things. And big things too, sure. But you can never fully realize how much you’re truly under someone’s thumb until you want to head off to do something utterly insignificant and cannot.

For example, your first morning in captivity you’d tried to boil a pot of water. It was nothing fancy, just a small kettle kit you kept in your travel bags for making warm drinks and reheating rations into something vaguely edible. You’d collected some bits of wood from the heaps of debris lying all over the place and gone about lighting a fire. You’d only just barely managed to get the little sticks smoking when a horrific screech sounded from overhead.

And then, WHUMP!

The spiked end of a black tail came crashing down, obliterating your little fire and sending bits of wood flying in all directions.

“What the fuck, man!”

Tsunotarou curled around you to hiss at the flattened sparks like some unholy snake.

“It’s just for my tea! My tea!” you howled. “I wasn’t going to burn your stupid house down!”

He’s shifted into his human form again not long after, and he looked down his nose at you like a fussy parent—arms crossed petulantly across his pale chest.

“Fire is dangerous for humans,” he snuffed, absolutely indignant. “If you find yourself requiring flames for anything at all, call for me and I will lend you some of mine.”

“I would have been fine,” you beseeched, looking at the shattered remains of your little campfire with a grumpy pout.

“Lilia says humans often overestimate their own constitutions,” Tsunotarou grouched, expression dour and stony. You were about to ask just who or what on Earth this ‘Lilia’ was supposed to be, when the dragon dipped his head in close to yours and nuzzled along your throat. You could feel the pinpricks of his fangs against the delicate skin over your pulse. “Which is why so many of your kind are massacred for their own foolishness. Or fall victim to plague and famine. Or wind up being burned alive. I would prefer that you not succumb to such a fate.”

You gulped, and that had been the end of that conversation.

Another time you’d tried to scale the banister to reach the bathroom on your own. It had been going pretty well, all things considered. There were plenty of nice footholds and it all had sort of settled at a slope, meaning you weren’t really climbing a wall so much as very slowly crawling up an incline like a determined slug.

You’d nearly made it to the top when you were scooped up by the back of your collar and promptly deposited at the other end of the room.

Of all the languages you half-spoke, Dragon was not one of them. But the snarling and snapping in your face certainly seemed like the rather universal ‘what do you think you’re doing?!’

“I was just trying to go the bathroom!” you argued. “No fires or anything!”

Tsunotarou’s large maw ducked down to growl into your much smaller one. He let out a series of exasperated clicks and chatter, the sharper or which were punctuated by sprays of green sparks from behind his teeth. His nostrils flared and the blast of dry heat that followed sent your head spinning and your hair gusting out behind you.

“I wasn’t going to fall,” you finally said, because you had a feeling that’s what you were being lectured about at the moment.

The rumbling growl that followed sounded like it had traveled all the way from the dark trenches of his bowels, or maybe even the very marrow of his bones. You could feel the ground vibrating under your feet.

“Fine,” you conceded. You weren’t exactly worried he was going to eat you anymore, but there were certainly… other things. Many dumb ways to die. “I won’t do it again.”

He harumphed at you, his head bobbing in what looked a bit like a nod. And then he turned and raked a gigantic claw across your little makeshift ladder of debris, flattening it into nothing with one, fell, swoop. You’d groaned and let yourself collapse listlessly back into the ensuing cloud dust.

There was also the time you’d nearly had a conniption because you were sick and tired of camping out on a frigid, stone, floor every night when you were trapped inside a literal castle.

“There are dozens—hundreds—of rooms in here,” you’d argued. “There’s got to be a bed in at least one of them.”

Tsunotarou had simply rolled over onto his side and arched a wing into the air, as if offering you the warm hollow beneath.

“You’re not comfortable,” you’d hissed, and he’d sulked ridiculously for the rest of the afternoon until you’d managed to finally come to a workable solution.

As in, dragging every goddamn mattress you could find into the cavernous ballroom that he’d long since seemed to claim as his Favorite Spot. You’d turned it into a game—see who could find the most comfy things and make the biggest squish pile. Being nearly a dozen times your size and having twice as many functional limbs that were capable of grabbing things, naturally Tsunotarou had come out as the winner. But now you had nearly endless pillows and blankets to snuggle into at night, so who’d really come out on top?

“I’ve never bothered to build a nest before,” he’d mumbled to himself, post victory. He patted gently at one of the thick duvets he’d swiped, expression almost whimsical. “It’s quite nice.”

“See,” you’d grinned, bouncing up and down on one of the springier mattresses. “I told you this was better.”

And so chuffed were you that you weren’t heading to sleep with a rock as your pillow for the first time all week, that you didn’t even complain when late into the evening he sneakily dragged you out of your plush pile and into his—tail wrapped snuggly around your waist and tucking you tightly against his ribs. I mean, his nest was much nicer than yours. It was only practical.

So, as anyone could see, your week had been far from easy.

But after those first days, once you had finally gotten a hand on all his nonsensical rules and you’d in turn concocted equally as many ways to try and circumvent them just enough to make yourself comfortable, things settled into a kind of domestic tranquility.  

And that was when time started to drag.

You’d read the handful of books in your pack a dozen times over. You’d counted the cracks in the ceiling (one-hundred-and-thirty-two of them). You’d counted the stones on the floor (six-hundred-and-five). You’d sorted those stones into piles by shape, size, color. You lolled back against your cozy pile of blankets and thunked your head miserably against your pillow. Once. Twice. Three times. Four—

“What do you normally do all day?” you complained.

Tsunotarou lazily blinked awake. He lifted his giant, serpentine, head and glanced pointedly around the cavernous room before settling back into his mountain of blankets with a contented huff.

“You just sleep?” you frowned, baffled. “All the time?”

He rumbled unintelligibly at you for a moment before digging his claws into his nest with a long, lithe, stretch. And then those scales began to melt away, and soon enough he was pale, and bare, and rolling his way into your lap with a contented little grumble.

“What would you have me do instead?” he asked, voice thick with the syrupy warmth of sleep. He stretched again, like a big cat, and settled his head more firmly against your thighs. “Raid cities? Burn villages?”

“…Ideally no,” you grumbled, hands falling habitually to start running your fingers through the silky soft hair pooling along your abdomen. “I mean, there have got to be other things dragons do. You live for thousands of years.”

He hummed, neon eyes slipping closed. He pressed his forehead demandingly up into your palm and you rolled your eyes before obligingly sliding your digits lower to scratch at his scalp and around the base of his horns. That seemed to be his favorite.  

“I am not wanted much of anywhere, I’m afraid,” he said finally with a defeated little sigh. It didn’t sound particularly self-deprecating, just… accepting. It made something sad and small curl in your gut. “So what else is there for me to do? Other than while away the hours.”

“There’s got to be something,” you pressed, that eking irritation born from boredom melting into something that was a bit too close to genuine concern for your liking. “Don’t dragons keep hoards? Treasures? That’s a thing, right?”

“Oh.” He blinked himself back into focus, as if only remembering in just that moment. “That is true. Would you like to see mine, then?”

“Aren’t hoards, like, private?” you asked, hesitant. Trying not to bring up the glaring elephant in the room that was ‘Hey. Yeah. So my friends and I totally broke in here in the first place to steal from said hoard. Not that we knew there was a dragon here. But like. I did, in fact, come here as an adventurer and a thief.’

“Naturally,” Tsunotarou hummed. You could feel it vibrate all the way up your hip. His lips quirked into a little, crooked, smile. “I’ll take you there now.”

The Treasure Room was as elaborate and expensive looking as the name implied, and it seemed to be the one area of the castle that had been spared the grey desolation that had seeped through the rest of it. It was enormous—certainly larger than even the grand, cavernous, room in which you’d recently been residing. And it was lined wall to ceiling with every variant of wealth you could imagine—precious metals, ancients tomes, paintings from every great master through history, magical weapons, the finest of spell scrolls. You could probably buy the world at least twice over with its contents.

But the thing that caught your eye amidst the endless sea of gold was not a pretty gemstone or a treasure of old, but a little, black and purple, doll—perched atop a looming pedestal of silks and finery like a crown jewel. It was small and plain with curling black horns made of felt. A chubby little dragon miniature that was as ugly as it was round.

Tsunotarou noticed your inquisitive gaze and walked over to pluck the little, cotton, creature from its throne. He held it delicately in his clawed fingers.

“Ah, yes. This is Drago. Lilia gifted him to me after one of his jaunts through the human world.” He turned the doll over in his palms, brow tugging down a bit as he did. “I hope he hasn’t been too terribly lonely. It has been a while since I’ve come down here to visit.”

The great and powerful dragon of the Castle Within The Lava Lake keeping a toy keepsake amongst his most prized possessions was so strikingly adorable that you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt at the sight.

You brightened and turned on your heel to start making your way back to the ballroom and what remained of your adventuring gear. Tsunotarou made a noise under his breath that was too dignified to be a splutter, but what you assumed was more or less his refined equivolent. And then he was tagging at your heels with a perplexed look on his face.

“Where are you going?”

“To get something!” you chirped, mentally running through the contents of your bag and little sewing kits. Yes, there should be more than plenty to—

“To get what?” Tsunotarou pouted, and you realized belatedly that running off in the middle of him showing off his life’s accumulation of precious artifacts and accomplishments was perhaps a bit rude.

“It’s a surprise,” you said. “Just give me like half an hour to put it together.”

In the end, it really only took you around fifteen minutes of fussing. Drago was hardly a complex little thing, and you’d originally learned to stitch in a panic. Trying to mend holes in pants and leather was a lot harder to accomplish when you were being actively chased by bandits, or a raging Ace. In comparison, sitting merrily on the floor of a collapsed ballroom and shoving stuffing into a little ball of cloth was hardly a challenge.

You held out your creation—equally as ragtag and ridiculous looking as its inspiration.

“There,” you beamed, and pressed it into Tsunotarou’s hands. “Now he has a friend.”

A teeny, flesh-colored, blob. With strips of soft fabric for a cloak and a hastily stitched smile. A miniature bard, perfectly (?) encapsulated in his palm.

The dragon stared down at your offering with wide, green, eyes. He looked positively startled—so caught off guard that he didn’t know what to do with himself, let alone the bewildered expression flitting across his otherwise regal face.

“You said he might be lonely,” you hummed, rocking self-consciously back and forth on your heels.

“Oh,” Tsunotarou mumbled, black-tipped claws flexing around his new gift. He observed it carefully, like an aging academic might study some ancient, arcane, relic. There was still that strange look about him—like he couldn’t quite believe the little trinket in his hand was real. “I did, didn’t I...?”

When he remained silent after that, still staring down at your homemade abomination in awe? Horror? you couldn’t tell, you began fidgeting in earnest.

“It is kind of awful looking,” you rattled off, picking nervously at the hem of your cloak. “You can get rid of it if you want—”

“No,” he barked, and then paused, clearly surprised at the ferocity of what had come out of his mouth. That at least seemed to startle him out of whatever fog had settled over his brain, and he clutched the teeny toy firmly to his chest. He cleared his throat and started again, noticeably gentling himself. “No. I think I’d like to keep this.”

You smiled. “Good! I’m glad you like it! No one deserves to feel lonely—even little, toy, dragons.”

Tsunotarou’s lips curled into an awkwardly lopsided smile—like the muscles there weren’t used to tugging so wide. It lit the entirety of his expression with something so heart wrenchingly warm that you couldn’t help but feel like none of that had really been about the little doll at all.

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You really should have known better.

If someone as illiterate and ill connected as your wandering gang of idiots could stumble upon the location of a ‘secret castle overburdened with ancient treasures,’ surely anyone even marginally more competent would be able to do the same.

You’d been at the tail end of your supply of rations. And while you hadn’t entirely meant to imply that you might just wind-up starving to death, the comment had been more than enough to send your dragon into a tizzy.

“Well, what do you normally eat?” you asked, and Tsunotarou frowned as he considered.

“My guards bring me sustenance when I require it. Ice elementals, goblins, stone giants,” he listed, eyes tracking your expression in hopes that maybe any of that sounded appetizing. Which it certainly did not. His nose scrunched up in thought. “Perhaps I should seek counsel with Lilia. He would know what to do.”

You cleared your throat. “I mean, I know what humans can eat. I could just tell you.”

His face brightened. “Meat, yes?”

You nodded. “Sometimes.”

“Like that of a manticore?” he continued, excited at the prospect. “Those are particularly delicious. And there are quite a few nesting in the crags not far from here.”

His merry smile slowly slipped off his face at whatever pinched look had twisted up yours.

“Vegetation?” he tried. “There are ample bushes at the foot of the volcano. Most do have thorns, but I suppose you could pick around them.”

“…Maybe you should talk to Lilia,” you conceded.

So Tsunotarou had shifted into his scales with a promise to return post-haste and many fussy reminders that you should move as little as possible to avoid wasting any more precious nutrients. The great downbeats of his wings seemed to roll through the entire castle like a shudder, and then you were alone for the first time in nearly a fortnight.  

You lazed around in the echoing quiet, drumming bits of random tempos against your stomach and occasionally humming snatches of obnoxiously raunchy tavern tunes that you’d never really managed to bleach from your brain. How had Tsunotarou done this for decades? It’d barely been ten minutes and you were already bored out of your mind.

There was a flash of shadow near the grand entrance, and you sat up enthusiastically—ready to greet your returning host. But it wasn’t a dragon at the door.

“Who the hell are y—” the words died in your throat, and you spat a muted curse. The Silence Spell settled over your shoulders like a grungy cloak. You could feel its sticky film along the back of your tongue like a fine layer of moss.

“Who the fuck is that?” one of them hissed, and you fought the petulant ‘that’s just what I’d been about to ask you, jack ass!’ that wouldn’t have made it past your lips anyways.

There were six in total—a proper party from the looks of their ensembles. At least two people in full plate armor, a waify looking elf with a thick spell book in his hands, and three others in various getups that weren’t quite cookie cutter enough to tell you anything helpful. You rambled at them irritably, silently, gesturing rather impolitely all the while. You mimed teeth, and claws, and wings, and stomped around like a beast in a play.

‘There is a dragon here,’ you tried to say. Because maybe they were just unlucky adventurers like you and Tweedle Dee and Dum had been—not having any real idea what lay beyond these castle walls. You mimed a giant mouth, like a crocodile. ‘And he will eat you.’

“What the fuck?” Armored Dude gaped.

You pointed irritably at Mister Elf Wizard, who was still very obviously concentrating on keeping you encircled in a mesh of absolute silence.

The itchy sensation clogging your throat eased and you let out a breath, which echoed loudly in your ears. Elf-Guy looked at you with something that was perhaps a shade or two off of sympathy.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”

“You need to leave,” you replied instead, firm. “There’s a dragon that lives in this castle.”

“Of course there’s a dragon,” Armored Lady scoffed. “Why do you think we’re here?”

You looked at their heavy, expensive, armor. At the giant, shining, magical, weapons hanging across their backs. At the thin wizard who proceeded catch you in a Hold Person spell that was so fast and strong you couldn’t have dispelled it if you tried. And of course you tried. What else could you do? These people weren’t like you and your loveable idiots who managed to occasionally stumble their way into an adventure. These guys were the real deal. Warriors. Heroes. Dragon Slayers.

“God-fucking-damn it.”

But of course you’d been caught in Silence once again, so you were left cursing nothing.

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Taxi Cab

Hobie Brown x f!Reader

She would never hurt anyone. He would hurt anyone for her.

Before Hobie, nothing very eventful ever happened in my life. I grew up in a happy home, went to a good school, and decided to become an art teacher. I got good grades, I made life long friendships with people similar to me, and I kept my head down and minded my business.

Though it's been nearly half a year since he came rocketing into my life, I still can't put my finger what exactly drew Hobie to me. We don't have a lot in common. Where I am passive, Hobie is active and fierce. Where I am lenient, Hobie is harsh. Until Hobie, I had never listened to punk music, considered anarchy, or pierced a single thing on my body.

Well, I still haven't done the last one. Besides my ears. Needles are too much for me. Sometimes I get nervous that the spikes on Hobie's wardrobe are going to stick me.

Hobie is a force. He's dangerous, he's passionate, he's larger than life. Being near Hobie is addictive. He has a gravity around him that draws people in, but it tends to spit them out at much the same rate.

For some reason, I've been able to hang on. Sometimes it feels like clinging for dear life, until he reminds me how much he cares.

Even though he can do that in odd ways.

Like tonight.

Ever since I met Hobie, trouble seems to follow me around. I've been mugged twice, had my tires slashed, and even had to move because someone broke into my apartment and trashed the place.

My parents are becoming increasingly alarmed, only satisfied in the fact that Spider-Punk always seems to be nearby. They don't necessarily approve of Spider-Punk (I mean, most don't), but they do at least appreciate that he seems to be looking out for me.

Which is so weird! Hobie can't figure it out either, but he says Spider-Punk is a narcissistic asshole who only saves people to get attention for himself.

He might just be mad that I said I thought Spider-Punk seemed like he'd be cute, under the mask.

I was hoping my luck had turned around and I wouldn't need to run into Spider-Punk again for a while, but I guess that was just silly optimism. On my way to Hobie's with two large bags of groceries in hand, I'm stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk when a taxi cab crashes directly into a fire hydrant.

The fire hydrant lets loose a typhoon of water in my direction, and I scramble to the right to get out of the water, but it's too late. I'm soaked.

"Oi!" I hear the unmistakable sound of Hobie yelling. He was heading my direction after I told him the bags were getting heavy, and arrived just in time to witness the crash. He wrenches open the door of the car and pulls out the taxi driver. He seems unharmed, a little shaken up, with heavy bags under his eyes and a wobble in his step.

Drunk or high.

"You could've killed someone!" Hobie is shouting, looking over at me and then back at the driver. "I ought to kick your fucking arse." He pushes the man against the side of his cab as the water continues to spray. I drop the groceries, mostly ruined now, and approach Hobie.

The man is muttering something under his breath, and as I reach them, I can smell the liquor coming through his pores.

I grab Hobie's arm. "I'm okay. Come on."

"No, I saw it, he nearly killed you, Y/N. Just a few feet over, you'd be gone. Then I'd have to fuckin' kill him!" Hobie slams him against his car one more time, and I pull on his arm harder.

"But he didn't. The cops are on their way. Let's go. I need help carrying the groceries, and it's too cold for me to be all wet."

Hobie looks at me finally, really looks at me, and then with one more burning glance at the inebriated taxi driver, gruffly releases his collar and turns to me.

Effortlessly, he scoops me up into his arms, bridal-style, and I gasp. He strides with ease over to our drowned groceries, and bends down, picking them up in his hands.

"Jesus, have you been working out?" I ask.

His face is too tense for a smile, but the corners of his mouth twitch. Despite my protests, he carries me into his building and up three flights of stairs, only setting me down once we are safe inside the walls of his apartment.

Without me asking, he goes into his room and brings out a pair of leggings I've left here before, and one of his t-shirts. I change in the bathroom, drying my hair as best I can with a towel, before going back to the kitchen to see what can be salvaged of the groceries.

"I think I can still do something with this! The bread is gone but, homemade bread crumbs aren't like, necessary. They're just fancy." I turn to see Hobie leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, still scowling. "Uh, or I can go to the store, if the homemade bread crumbs were like, important."

I let out a yelp of surprise when Hobie pushes himself off the counter and strides towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders and bringing me to him for a rough, passionate kiss.

In moments, I meld into him, wrapping my arms around his waist as his fingers find their way into my hair, and his tongue enters my mouth.

This kiss feels different. Urgent, feverish, desperate. He holds me tightly, pressing me so close to him it feels like he wants us to be one person, like he would climb right into my skin.

I pull away for just a moment, gasping for breath. "Are you okay?" I say on an exhale.

Hobie stares down at me intensely, his hands still in my hair, his eyes wild and the corners of his mouth turned downward.

"I would do anything to keep you safe," he says flatly. "There's no limit to what I'd do."

I bring my hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks, nodding. "I know, Hobie."

"I would have killed that man if you hadn't stopped me."

I know he's exaggerating to make a point, but a chill runs up my spine a the way he says it so calmly, with no hint of irony. I remember his chest heaving, the wild look in his eyes as he held that drunk man up against his own car.

He looked out for blood.

"I'm okay, Hobie. So are you."

"Move in with me. You hate that new place. Stay here."

We've only known each other six months. We're barely adults. I make no money as a new teacher and I honestly haven't figured out how Hobie seems to make so much money off the gigs he plays. It's too soon to move in together. It's not smart.

But I love him. And he loves me. We haven't said it yet, but I don't know that we need to. I can see it in his eyes, feel it while he holds me, taste it on his lips.

He loves me.

"Okay."

"Today. Like, we can get your stuff later, but don't sleep there anymore. Stay with me."

I nod and lean forward, pressing my forehead to his chest. His hands finally leave my hair, and wrap tightly around my shoulders. I listen to his heartbeat - rapid at first, but as we stand there, silently clinging to each other, it begins to slow down.

He's pressing soft kisses to the top of my head, humming quietly, and I've never felt more in love.

I've never felt more cared for, more loved in return, more safe.

Six months or sixty years. I don't think it matters.

#hobie brown #Hobie brown x reader #Hobie brown x you #Hobie brown fluff #Hobie brown fic

[the-kr8tor]

Hello again can you please do a yandere ex Hobie x reader

Where hobie and the reader breaks up because of his jealousy but he can't let them go because he believes that they're still his and no one else's.

Also thank you for doing my first request 😊🥰

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting again! I'm glad you like the first one ❤️ you're very welcome btw!

Yandere/possessive! Hobie x gn! Reader

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Your eyes keep flickering around your dark surroundings, it's so dark and quiet out that you can hear your own heavy breathing, you hug your jacket tighter around your torso, seeing your breath come out of your lips makes you more unsettled. 

You just came out of the pub with your friends, they happily listened to your woes about your recent break up with Hobie. They cheered you up a bit, you parted ways with them with a smile. 

But why do you still feel a presence with you? 

Crash

Hearing the clatter of discarded cans on the side of the alley made you jump, quickly taking out your trusted pepper spray, pointing it towards the dark alleyway. 

You sigh in relief when a stray cat jumps out of the alley. But you still feel a looming presence watching over you, so you clutch your spray tighter, ready to attack. 

Times like these you miss Hobie's protective arms around you. 

You shake the feeling, remembering why you broke it off. He got too jealous, too overprotective of you. To the point where you can't go anywhere without him by your side.

Sometimes the overprotectiveness wasn't completely useless, he's spider punk after all, threats thrown at him are also threats to you. Or that's what he always says to you anyway.

You see shadows dance under your feet, you instinctively look up, seeing nobody, maybe they're just clouds passing over the moonlight.

You shake your head, you're just paranoid. 

Unbeknownst to you, Hobie's been circling around you like a predator hunting its prey. 

Hobie's been watching over you everytime you go out, looking out for anybody who gets too close to you. He didn't like how that bartender stared at you all night. He'll handle that later.

You broke it off weeks ago, but he'll be damned if he actually honored it. He loves you too much to leave you on your own. You're too perfect for this shitty world, Hobie would rather burn the world down if it means he gets to be with you. 

He watches you walk briskly, clutching your pepper spray, Hobie smiles to himself, he taught you well. 

You finally reach your flat, unlocking the door quickly, you're still tipsy, fumbling with your key ring, you see a dark shadow on your peripheral making you screech, its white eyes staring at you, unmoving, its horn-like spikes shine under the moonlight. The rest of its tall body looks like the void, undescribable.

Is this it? The thing that Hobie warned you about? The reason why he's so protective of you?

Sweat drops from your forehead, despite the cold weather, you look back at your keys, finally finding the right one, you risk a peek over the dark form, finding the space empty.

You enter your home, breathless, locking your doors quickly, and double checking every bolt. You run towards your phone, debating whether to call Hobie or not. 

Hobie doesn't like scaring you, but if it makes you rethink your choices and leads you back towards his embrace, then so be it. 

Your hand shakes as you dial his number.

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Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading ❤️

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown x gn!reader #spider punk x gn! reader #yandere!hobie brown #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #yandere!spider punk #fanfic #atsv x reader

[imashoe69420]

★ How They Show Affection ★

Rise!Bros Headcannons

Summary: Each turtle has their preferences and pet peeves when it comes to showing affection.

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Leo

• It always depended on the initiation for Leo.

• When he held your hand or pulled you into his lap, all is well.

• But when you initiated, he would become a blushing, chirring mess.

• Most of the time, he didn’t expect the sudden affection. It would mostly happen when you two were laying down on his bed and he would be absorbed in his phone or a comic.

• You would gently caress his bicep or pull yourself up and onto his plastron.

• Speaking of his bicep, you would also gently run your nails up and down his arm and/or shoulder.

• He loved (like loved) it more than anything… but he would never tell you that.

• When it came to affection around his brothers, he didn’t mind too much because he always spun it around as them being jealous.

• They were simply mad that they were single and alone and he was not.

• There was also an element of possessiveness where Leo would pull you closer to him when the others were around.

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Raph

• Raph was very shy and cautious at first.

• Not only was he unsure about when to and when to not show affection, but he didn’t want to hurt you with his strength and/or his spikes.

• You were both slow for the first few months of your relationship, only holding hands and occasionally embracing.

• After a while, you began gently pecking Raph’s cheek when first greeting him and before you left him.

• The first time you did it, he froze as the heat rushed to his face.

• You apologized almost immediately, but Raph assured you through his stuttering that he was okay with it.

• He soon began to return the chaste kisses.

• The turtle absolutely melted when you would cup his cheeks and kiss his snout, smiling all the while.

• Most of the affection came from quality time, though.

• Raph enjoyed spending time with you more than kisses or hugging or cuddling, so he would often call you over just so you were in his presence.

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Mikey

• You and Mikey were very affectionate with each other.

• Physical affection, physical affection, PHYSICAL AFFECTION!!

• He loved to be kissed, hugged, cuddled, anything to be physically closer to you he enjoyed.

• He often fell asleep when you would gingerly rub your hand up and down his shell. That tactic was also used to calm him down from a nightmare or maybe he was just having some anxiety that day.

• You both would go out into the city without the others and skateboard or to crash a costume party during the fall.

• Spending time with you was also one of his favorite things to do with you.

• It could be training or exploring the Hidden City.

• It didn’t matter to Mikey. As long as he was with you.

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Donnie

• Donnie’s way of showing affection was unconventional to say the least.

• He would sometimes hug or kiss you back just to satisfy you, but he really enjoyed when you would get him something every time he came to visit you or vice versa.

• You were “the only evidence of a mind reader” he’d come across, as he would say.

• To you, the gifts were just trinkets you would find around the house or at the grocery store that contained something you thought Donnie would find useful.

• Most of the time, it was just what the turtle had been looking for.

• He even somewhat raided your apartment for materials, but only came up with a screw from a discarded mechanical pencil.

• Donnie often compared you to a genie as well.

• Words of affirmation was another way to get the purple clad turtle to let his guard down.

• You were genuinely amazed by his inventions, often calling him “my little brainiac” or “the smart one”.

• The names weren’t exactly endearing to people on the outside, but Donnie thoroughly enjoyed your praise in every verbal form.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fluff #rottmnt raph #rottmnt reader insert #rise leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt headcanons #rise headcanons #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rise donnie #rise raph #rise movie

[starsurface]

Caregiver Baraka MK1 Hcs??

Oh my gosh Baraka!! I love him!!! :] (I did alter his cannon slightly for these, just a warning!!)

TW: Mention of family death, sharp teeth (?), Tarkat disease

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Baraka Hcs

🦴 I'm going to ignore some of the cannon in these, like the fact Tarkatan can get spread by touch (I'm pretty sure that's how cannon works??)

🦴 If we ignore cannon, this man is an absolute cuddle bug!!!

🦴 Absolutely adores any type of physical touch

🦴 If we don't ignore cannon, he'll get you as many stuffies, blankies, anything he can to make up for it

🦴 ^ He'll (maybe) at the very most hold your pinky, but one of his deepest fears is accidently giving you Tarkat and he will not put you through that

🦴 I feel like he'd do best with baby regressors

🦴 There's just something so wholesome and peaceful rocking his little one in his arms, smiling as they sleep peacefully or coe at him

🦴 But that doesn't mean he doesn't like other regression ages, he adores all of them!!

🦴 Running around with a toddler, watching a bigger kid do arts and crafts, a puppy that he can scratch behind the ears

🦴 If you ever made him a bracelet, he might actually sob out of joy

🦴 He's been alone for a long time, so he might be a bit (a LOT) overprotective

🦴 He also lost his entire family to Tarkat, so your very important to him

🦴 If you fell and got a small scrape, it's like the world ended to him

🦴 Only really trusts Syzoth to watch after you

🦴 In the New Era, Tarkatan are still being accepted into public spaces, so you'll spend most times in the colony, mostly in his little living area

🦴 Will always make sure to mind his little spikes on his body

🦴 Will wearingly let you touch them, but only if your a bit bigger

🦴 Does not like punishing you, please don't lash out 🥺

🦴 This man cares so much for you, he doesn't like seeing you cry or be naughty

🦴 If you are naughty though, he'll probably send you to the naughty corner (and most likely serve your sentence with you)

🦴 Doesn't yell but honestly, because of Tarkatan his voice might sound a little scary at times

🦴 But surprisingly, really good at lullabies

🦴 His voice is a little raspy, but there's something about it that can probably make you feel really sleepy

🦴 Favorite CG nicknames are Papa & ‘Raka

🦴 Favorite nicknames for you would be Little One, Young One, Sweetheart, Bub

🦴 Would love to kiss your forehead or boo-boos, but unfortunately his sharp teeth don't really let him :(

🦴 Forehead touches are a big must, however, he can do those

🦴 Favorite activity to do with you if either peek-a-boo, or some sort of fun arts and crafts

🦴 He doesn't do the crafts himself, unless you ask, just kinda watches and praises you

🦴 If you ever drew this man, he would keep the picture either on him at all times, or hang it up proudly on his wall

🦴 Does have days where he feels really down and that he can't be a good Papa for you

🦴 ^ He'll try not to show it, but those days can really get to him :(

🦴 All you gotta do on your part is make him a pretty picture and tell him that he's the best Papa in the world!! How dare he ever doubt himself? >:(

🦴 If we ignore cannon, go crash into him with a hug too, it'd really help

🦴 But he really appreciates his little one's big heart

🦴 Will try to get his little anything they want, but the colony isn't always going the best, unless if we compare it to past timelines but that's unfair

🦴 If his little does want something like a new toy or a better sippy cup, you know he's going to try his best

🦴 Might even ask Kitana or Mileena for help to get it (no one messes with them)

🦴 On the topic of the sisters, they absolutely love 'babysit’ you!! (Which is more of a playdate while Baraka supervises)

🦴 (^ It's not that Baraka doesn't trust them or anything. . . . But what if something happens to you when he's not there?!)

🦴 Will make sure to get you the proper diet you need, most Tarkatans only live off meat

🦴 If he can try to sneak you some candy, he most definitely will

🦴 Anything that makes his baby happy, makes him happy <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #age regressor #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #mortal kombat #mk baraka #baraka #cg baraka #caregiver baraka #baraka x reader

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where there's a storm. And its name is Han Jisung.

Or the fourth installment of the SKZ!Pack prequel series.

Tags: SKZ, Stray kids, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, A/b/o, alpha beta omega, prequel, ot8, skz x you, skz x reader, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, poly!skz, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, han jisung, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, yang jeongin, kim seungmin, y/n

Genre: Fluff

Title: Thunderstorms and Lightning, Very Very Frightening

Jisung is the most genuinely authentic person you’ve ever met. 

Your first impression of him was exactly right, because, as you soon find out, he’s never purported to be anything different than who he truly is. 

He’s loud and energetic and enthusiastic, and he and Hyunjin fight more often than not-petty little arguments that have you and Changbin rolling your eyes-and he seems to fit right in with the three of you without even having to try.

You still haven’t met the elusive, infamous Lee Minho-Jisung says he’s busy with end of year dance presentations or some other artsy shit-but part of you loathes the idea just a bit, of having to meet Jisung’s official boyfriend, because, then, just maybe, the easy camaraderie you all have formed will disappear in the blink of an eye in the face of Minho’s iciness and their all too real relationship, slipping through your fingers before you even have a chance to decipher what it might mean.

You try not to think too much about that for too long, just like you try not to focus on the pulsing little light beneath your skin that seems to grow the more time you spend in Jisung’s presence, just like you try to ignore the little tingle that spikes across your skin whenever he aggressively holds your hand, claiming determinedly  ‘friends hold their friends hands, noona!’ 

It’s just a crush, right? 

It’s not like you’re constantly distracted by Jisung’s bright, heart shaped smile, or the way his scent-clean, fresh laundry-seems to amplify your own. It’s not like you wake up excited to see him in the lab, watching him from the corner of your eye as he and Hyunjin rib over something stupid. 

And it’s definitely not like you lie awake at night, alone in your dorm room, in your twin bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him-

Shit. 

Another bright flash of lightning lights up the room, followed by a booming crack of thunder, and you groan, shoving your pillow over your face, fingers digging into the fabric. 

Okay, so maybe thoughts of a certain beta aren’t the only thing keeping you awake. 

Another crash, and you curl around the pillow, burying your nose in the fabric of Changbin’s hoodie. 

It’s not as good as the real thing. The smoky scent has long since faded. You’ll have to remember to ask him tomorrow to get you something new. 

The faint, comforting scent of campfire is keeping you from crying though, so you guess the hoodie hasn’t entirely outlived its use just yet. 

The wind howls outside as the rain pounds against the thin windowpane, hidden behind your curtains, and another flash of lightning lights up the room momentarily, your own wane, pale face reflected back at you in the dresser mirror, curled up in a ball on the bed like some sort of pathetic, scared child. 

You’ve always hated thunderstorms. 

When another cacophony of thunder sends you scurrying for the safety of the floor beside the bed, taking the sheets and comforter down with you, tangled up in the protection of Changbin’s overly large hoodie, you decide enough is enough. 

You have class tomorrow, and god dammit, you need to get some sleep, one way or another. 

Gathering up all the courage you can muster, biting back the whimper that is building in your throat at each crash resounding outside the window, you throw the hood of the hoodie up and brave the trek to the upper floor of the alpha dorm. 

You make it to Changbin’s room in record time, not even quite sure how you got there-the details fuzzy-and type in the passcode you now know by heart with trembling fingers. 

Letting yourself in, you try to be quiet as you click the door shut once more behind you, but another flash of lightning and thunder that sounds like it’s got a personal grievance with you sends you scurrying unceremoniously down the hallway, tripping over your own feet. 

You thank god that Changbin’s a heavy sleeper as you crash through his bedroom door and practically launch yourself into his bed, hiding beneath the covers beside him as another round of lightning and thunder echoes overhead. 

“Huh-what?” Changbin mutters as you burrow into his side, still sounding like he’s mostly asleep, voice heavy and scratchy with slumber. 

“Storm.” You manage to choke out around the lump in your throat, as if the one word is enough logical explanation for everything. 

“Oh.” Changbin answers back, probably still no more awake than before, but managing to nod his head groggily in response. 

You bury your nose in his neck and take giant lungfuls of smoke to try and push back the terror that seems to have an iron fist around your heart, and it works, for now, each breath of familiar musk enough to quiet your thoughts slowly but surely. 

You’re still not sure if he’s even coherently awake, but Changbin slips an arm beneath you and tugs you flush against his side, burying his nose in your hair, his gentle, steady exhales brushing across your forehead in a rhythmic pattern that has you instantly relaxing, even with the continued storm outside. 

You focus on the sound of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, and the lingering scent of smoke that surrounds you, and manage to calm down enough that your eyes begin to feel heavy. 

When you jump slightly at a particularly harsh round of thunder, Changbin’s arm tightens instinctively around you, his fingers curling around your hip bone beneath the material of his hoodie, a quiet, reassuring hum falling from his lips in response, and you force yourself to breathe for a few moments, as he settles back into the deeper rhythm of sleep beside you. 

Curled against the other alpha like that, surrounded by warmth and the smell of a summer evening bonfire, you finally manage to close your eyes and give in to the elusive calls of sleep, even as the storm rages on beyond the window. 

*****

The next morning, you wake up slightly disoriented-tangled in sheets that definitely aren’t yours-to see Changbin propped up on one elbow beside you, staring at you with something akin to smug amusement on his features. 

The storm from the night before, and the desperate search for Changbin’s bed, all come crashing-pun intended-down on you in an instant.

“Not a word.” You hiss out between your teeth, moving to ease the kink that has formed in the base of your neck from sleeping in a twin bed with a whole other grown ass human. 

Changbin holds up his hands innocently. “I wasn’t going to say a thing.”

Though the smirk that flits across his lips tells an entirely different story.

“This-” You pluck at the fabric of the hoodie that you wear, the logo of the university’s music department splashed loudly across the front. “-didn’t help at all, by the way.” 

Changbin stretches leisurely beside you, arms going above his head, and he lets out a contented groan as the notches of his spine all click back into place, before he shoots you a pointed look, motioning to the mess that is his currently open closet. 

“I literally own like a billion hoodies. Just pick something else and give that one back, you whiny baby.” 

“Hey!” You sit up and fling the pillow at him, the other alpha dodging the clumsy attack easily. “Be nice to me. I had a rough night.” “You?” Changbin scoffs, sitting up and grabbing the pillow from off the floor, and you raise your arms, ready to fend off a counterattack if he lobbs it back at you, but he simply smooths it before placing it back on its respective spot on the bed. “You didn’t have your space invaded last night!” 

You stick your tongue out at him, and he readies himself to pounce, like an animal hunting prey,  and you shriek wildly, already laughing, as he tackles you playfully to the bed. 

Last night sucked. This morning however? Much better. 

*****

“Whoa.” Jisung whistles, eyes widening, as you sit down across from him at your customary table in the back of the campus cafe. “I could carry my groceries with the bags under your eyes. Did something happen?” 

Deciding to ignore his probably unintentioned insult-he’s still technically asking after your well being after all-you shrug noncommittally and take another large gulp of your coffee like it’s the only thing currently keeping you tied to this plane of existence. 

It probably is. 

“She doesn’t like thunderstorms.” Changbin supplies casually, as he slides into his own seat beside you, and you see Hyunjin’s eyes flick between the two of you, as if noticing something that he files away to ask about later. 

“Oh yeah, I get that.” Jisung nods immediately, and you’re just glad he hasn’t asked to dive deeper into the subject. “Minho-hyung hates thunderstorms too. But like-” He pauses, looking thoughtfully amused now. “-more in a ‘cats hate water and getting wet’ sort of way?” 

“Speaking of the ice prince.” Hyunjin elbows the beta, and Jisung puts on a dramatic show of yelping and clutching his side. “When are we going to meet said boyfriend, Jisungie? I’m beginning to think he’s made up.” 

“He is not!” Jisung takes instant offense, wide eyes going even wider if possible, lips pulling into a sharp pout. “He’s just really busy with end of semester showcases and shit.” 

“Jinnie, stop teasing Jisung.” You berate tiredly, taking another gulp of your coffee, a migraine already starting behind your eyes. “I’m getting a headache.” 

“I know just what you need!” Jisung leaps at the chance to direct the attention off of himself and the mysterious Minho, waving wildly at you as he suddenly shoots up in his seat, eyes flashing with excitement. “A good old night to just get drunk, eat pizza, play video games, and do questionable college kid shit. C’mon. I’ll even host!” 

You sigh, and Hyunjin grins, slinging his arm around Jisung’s shoulders amicably, as if they weren’t just fighting moments before. “I’ll bring the wine.” 

Changbin shrugs beside you. “I can bring the pizza.” 

You sigh again, longer this time, and Jisung raises a brow at you expectantly from across the table, waiting. 

“I’m not bringing anything. But I’ll come.” 

Jisung whoops and pumps his fist from across the table, high fiving Hyunjin, and you almost instantly regret your decision as your migraine increases tenfold.

*******

Okay, so maybe the beta’s suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea. 

You’re feeling significantly more relaxed than earlier-and maybe it has to do with the wine glass held in your hand, or the way that Hyunjin is leaning against you, tart lemons washing across with every brush of your nose in his hair-but whatever it is, you’re definitely feeling better than before. 

You’re all just buzzed enough to giggle at anything even remotely funny-surrounded in a comfortable, warm glow-open pizza boxes spread across the living room floor, as the vague sounds of the Mario Kart menu play idly in the background, a fitting soundtrack for the light mood. 

You’re sitting in a loose, freeform sort of circle, Hyunjin leaning into you, Changbin slouched against the couch on your left, Jisung sprawled directly across from you. 

The beta reaches for the empty wine bottle in the middle of your oval and gives it a forceful spin. When it lands on Hyunjin, narrow neck pointed directly at the omega’s thighs, a wicked light comes to life in Jisung’s eyes. 

“Jinnie. Truth or dare.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes beside you. “Truth. Obviously.” 

“Hm.” Jisung acts like he’s thinking hard, but you know that you’ve all been playing this mishmash sleepover game for long enough now that he’s got to have things already prepared. He flashes a smirk at the waiting omega. “Okay. Who’s better at foreplay, Changbin or (Y/N)?” 

Hyunjin snorts, like it’s not even a contest, and you giggle, burying your face in his hair. “(Y/N). Hands down. She gets the importance of it. Binnie’s more of a ‘get right to it’ kinda guy.” 

Changbin growls playfully from your opposite side and creeps forward on all fours, as if he’s stalking the omega. “Really? That’s how it is?” 

“Which I don’t mind at all!” Hyunjin backpedals quickly, voice raising an octave, screeching as Changbin pounces, crashing into the two of you and sending you into a messy pile of tangled limbs on the floor. 

“Sorry, alpha! I’ll be good, I promise!” Hyunjin wails teasingly, as Changbin presses kisses all over your faces in quick, sloppy succession.

You’re all laughing so hard you can’t breathe when you finally get yourselves righted again, and Jisung is watching you wistfully from across the room. 

“God, you guys are weird.” 

Changbin huffs and straightens his shirt, slumping back into place against the couch, reaching out to kick Jisung’s knee with a socked foot. 

“We can leave.” 

“I meant it in a nice way okay!” Jisung instantly protests, cheeks flaming a bit now, whether due to the wine or embarrassment, you’re suddenly not sure. “I’ve just never seen a relationship like yours, but it works? And it’s-foreign to me, I guess.” 

“What, like polyamory?” Hyunjin guesses, and Jisung nods. 

“Yeah, but also like-” He thinks for a second, looking suddenly serious. “Two alphas and an omega? That’s not super common. But you guys seem to make it work and even look-” He bites his bottom lip between his teeth now, seeming unsure. “-happy?” 

“We are happy.” You shrug, leaning your cheek against the top of Hyunjin’s head. 

“Yeah.” Changbin shrugs as well, looking slightly uncomfortable to be having such a serious conversation in the midst of a drunken truth or dare game. “Wolves crave packs. That’s just how it is.” 

“God.” Jisung flops back onto the carpet, splayed wide like a starfish, looking completely dejected, gaze on the ceiling. “I want that. So bad. But Minho-hyung is like-weirdly resistant to letting new people into our relationship?” Jisung rolls onto his side and splays his hands wide, eyes dark and desperate. “But I’m freaking lonely. I know he’s busy, and I get it, but he never seems to have time for me and I just-” Jisung sighs heavily and repeats hopelessly, “-I’m so lonely.” 

There is silence for a moment after the beta’s serious declaration, no one particularly knowing what to say, and then Changbin clears his throat awkwardly, leaning forward to spin the bottle. 

It lands on Hyunjin once more. 

“Jinnie. Pick anyone you want for truth or dare. You just went.” 

Hyunjin nods, leaning up off your shoulder, and you can feel him trying not to stare too long at Jisung, flicking his gaze over and back, before he turns to you with something akin to determination on his features. 

“Noona. Truth or dare.” 

“Dare.” 

“I dare you to kiss Jisung.” 

The room goes deathly silent once more, and your brain shorts out for a few seconds, staring at the determined omega before you, and you’re not sure whether it’s the wine, or something else, but your tongue feels thick and heavy, and your thoughts are suddenly muddled. 

“Okay.” 

You’re agreeing before you know what you’re doing, and Jisung is startling up on the other side of the circle, eyes wide, like a surprised deer’s. 

The air is suddenly stark with the smell of detergent. 

“Wait-really?” 

You shrug. “If you want.” 

Jisung seems to consider for the briefest of moments, and then he nods, something resolute coming into his gaze. “Yeah.” 

You scoot across the floor to close the distance between the two of you, until your knees are knocking into one another, and swallowing, you reach up to place a gentle hand on Jisung’s jaw. 

Your eyes meet, and suddenly, despite the slight buzz of the wine, your thoughts are crystal clear. 

“Ready?” 

Jisung nods. 

You lean into him, slowly enough that he can pull away if he still wants to, but he doesn’t move, and before you know it, your lips meet his. 

You start slow, letting him lead, the plush feel of his full bottom lip pillowed between your own, your nose filled with the smell of freshly washed laundry, because you get the feeling that the beta hasn’t kissed anyone except Minho in a long time. 

So it catches you off guard when in a bold move, Jisung slips his tongue in between your lips and grazes your bottom teeth. 

You giggle, the kiss getting sloppier by the second, and he sighs into your mouth. 

“You taste like cheap wine.” 

“Really?” You pull back, just enough to glance at him, gaze dropping to admire the way his lips are slick with spit. 

“Mhm.” Jisung nods, and leans back in for another kiss, teeth grazing your bottom lip experimentally, and when your breath hitches slightly at the sensation, it must be the reaction he’s looking for, because he pulls back again, looking slightly smug as he studies you.  “You’re pretty.” 

You giggle again, feeling dizzy now, and not from the cheap wine. 

“You know who else is pretty?” 

Jisung instantly nods. “Hyunjin.” 

You nod in agreement. “Hyunjin.” 

“Okay, so that means it’s my turn.” Hyunjin speaks up from behind the two of you, and you glance over your shoulder at him, a smirk gracing the omega’s full lips. 

You scoot out of the way, leaning back against Changbin now, who loops his arms loosely around your waist. 

“Go ahead.” You grin as Hyunjin crawls toward Jisung. “We’ll watch.” 

“I bet you will.” Hyunjin quips back teasingly, shooting you and the other alpha an affectionate look, before he leans into Jisung’s space. 

Their lips have just met-Hyunjin is queen of foreplay and taking his time-when there’s a loud knock at the beta’s front door. 

Everyone instantly freezes, four sets of wide, alarmed eyes silently staring. 

There is another knock, this one more insistent than the first, and then a muted thump, as if someone has slumped their body against the door while waiting. 

Then, a voice, and the overwhelming scent of amber-of alpha.  

“Jisungie, c’mon. I’m sorry it’s so late, but I brought cheesecake, and it’ll make me really sad if you don’t eat it, because it was a bitch to find.”

Jisung looks a little green. 

“I know you’re mad I’ve been spending so much time on my showcases lately, and I wanna make it up to you. Please?” 

Jisung glances between the three of you, Hyunjin practically in his lap, and hisses the only thing that comes to mind, instantly echoed in a frantic whisper by all of you. 

“Shit.”

“Shit.” 

“Shit.” 

“Shit.”

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[stickytrigger69]

could- could i maybe have a small little teeny tiny list of headcanons (if that’s okay) with some tfp ratchet or starscream or maybe bee comfort, him n’ his masculine cybertronian s/o who flinches really hard at loud noises and needs some comfort, calm and quiet from it?

Headcannons: TFP Starscream, Ratchet, and Bumblebee x Male Cybertronian S/O

SFW headcannons

Mech instead of femme or bot

Readers paint job, optic color, frame type, etc are unspecified

Hope it's good, enjoy.

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Starscream

He tries so hard to protect you, but there's only so much that he can do for you. He's not very strong and is hardly capable of taking care of himself.

He does like to pick on you sometimes when he knows that it won't hurt your feelings too much.

Even though he likes to tease he hates when you get scared of something. You both could be hanging out, spending time together when a loud crash or even a human honking their horn will startle you.

You can keep your cool around Megatron with his angry shouting, but as soon as you are alone or with Starscream, you nearly break down.

You're both in a hostile environment, so you always try to stay as close to one another as possible. Especially around Megatron, he weaponises your love, dangling one over the other in an act of manipulation.

You haven't told Starscream why you get so scared and it bothers and frustrates him to no end.

Because sudden loud noises can freak you out so easily, you usually have your audials set at a lower volume than any of the others do.

Sometimes Starscream forgets that you, a big strong mech, gets scared of loud noises and yelling so when he's more screamy, he feels guilty and apologizes in his own way.

He apologizes by letting you preen over him or cuddle him and hold him for as long as you want or when you want. (He never lets you do that)

Sometimes, when a loud noise startles you, he likes to form a protection circle around you, it's not very big considering its just him, but he readies his rockets and paces around you till you feel safe cause he knows it makes you feel better. (Even if he feels ridiculous)

Ratchet

At first, he thought it was a joke. Thought you were just messing around, but after a little while, he started to notice that it took quite the toll on you.

You would become irritable and extra jumpy and reclusive, hiding away for time alone without telling anyone.

Because of your odd behavior, he finds himself watching you closely, observing you to find the cause.

It finally clicks in his processor when he sees you flinch from the sound of Bulkhead and Wheeljack's lobbing. He sees your vitals spike like if you were in battle.

He asks you to sit a mission out and stay behind with him so he can scan you for any audial issues.

If he doesn't find a solution that works very well, and because he's really awkward when it comes to certain "issues," he tries his best to be there.

He shows you the best of both sides of himself, a physician, and a boyfriend.

He likes making sure you're doing your best and showing you the ins and outs of his work so you can start learning how to do it. (So he can keep you close)

When you're having a moment, he does what he can to deescelate your fear and panic.

He loves you very much and only wants to keep you safe, even from yourself.

You have your safe space, and he has your quiet reminder to try not to get too worked up.

Bumblebee

Of course, he notices right away that something is wrong but waits until he has you alone to try talking about it.

You don't feel like you can, but he sits with you and holds your hand.

You're taller than him, but, like Starscream, he will spring into action and try to protect you.

He is always reminding everyone to try not to make too much noise.

He acts more mature for you and starts doting on you just a little more than you think he should.

He likes to make sure that you're doing okay, always asking if you need a break or anything.

You guys go for long, quiet drives with Raf, some soft music on.

Though you absolutely love cloudy and rainy days, the thunder really freaks you out, so if there's lightning on the horizon, he takes Raf home and then takes you back to base.

You cuddle with him, your audials turned all the way down, only able to feel the vibrations and Bee's own frame pulsing.

You always take good care of him on the battlefield. The least he can do is take care of you when you're fighting your own battles.

He has his own triggers, and you have yours, and no matter what, you're always there to keep each other from drowning.

Similarities with all of them (still separate relationships)

You're a power couple, and you balance each other perfectly.

You guys will fight someone for each other, them especially.

If they can, they try to help you overcome your issues and relieve you of the stress.

They know where all of your hiding places are, so if you try, it was in vain.

They know you try looking strong in front of the others but please take it easy.

Megatron/Optimus, try keeping you at the base/nemesis because of your "disability," even if you are one of their best assets in the field, so you're probably a medical officer like Ratchet or Knockout, a communications officer like Soundwave, or scientist like Shockwave. Maybe even an engineer.

#transformers #tf #tfp #transformers prime #macaddam #macadam #maccadam #cybertronian reader #male reader #tfp ratchet #tfp bumblebee #tfp starscream #relationship headcannons #fluff

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Do you happen to have any spare hiruhoshi headcanons for the poor?

OH YM GOD. ANON. THANK YOU.

hoshiumi, before jumping up to land a spike: [points at hirugami] "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, BABE!" [misses completely and crashes into the net]

hoshiumi is super physically affectionate (a trait that i think stems from rough-housing with his siblings a lot) so he never thinks twice about grabbing hirugami's hand or leaning against him or tucking himself under hirugami's arm

hirugami absolutely cannot get used to it his mind explodes every single time

also, lots of knuckle kisses. hoshiumi really really wanted to after he caught hirugami doing what he did but they didn't get together until way later, so he makes up for lost time by pressing a kiss to hirugami's knuckles whenever they have to leave each other

speaking of which?? dude holy fuck my HEART like man i felt that in my hands that was brutal

okay sorry i had to get that out

hirugami is just constantly waxing poetic about hoshiumi in his head 24/7 but nobody would ever guess it because a) he's got a really good poker face and b) he's always doing the exact opposite and scolding hoshiumi for something or other

occasionally he'll blurt out something really smooth during a moment that makes him think "wow i'm really in love with him" and it catches hoshiumi so off guard that he just starts spluttering and short-circuits into silence for like a whole hour

hoshiumi: "sachirou is visiting his grandparents so while he's gone i'm going to cut off the sleeves on all my shirts" hakuba: "why???" hoshiumi: "he's pretty much 85% of my impulse control"

the entire team supports them but also. the entire team would really appreciate it if they weren't constantly being sappy and disgusting right in front of their faces

(liam thinks they're goals tho. he stares at them like "wow i want a relationship just like hoshiumi-senpai and hirugami-senpai" and bessho is in the background taking notes)

i think they're actually one of the most stable well-adjusted couples you'll probably get in haikyuu which is. something the second-gen captain squad is EXTREMELY incredulous about

[second-gen squad group chat] shirabu: "i REFUSE to accept that this whole clown has a better love life than i do what the FUCK" hoshiumi: "being an asshole doesn't get you bitches kenjirou xoxo get well soon"

their siblings love each other btw. obviously fukurou and shouko ADORE hoshiumi and want to play volleyball with him all the time (fukurou makes him promise to join whatever team he captains when hoshiumi goes pro LMAO) and akitomo thinks hirugami is a good influence on hoshiumi

before they started dating hoshiumi very unsubtly tried to feel hirugami out and asked him what his type was and hirugami told him "someone short with white hair" and hoshiumi went "you like the old grandpa who lives down the street from you??"

they get together after hoshiumi ended up at hirugami's with a box of kittens during a rainstorm all "I FOUND THEM ON THE STREET SACHIROU WHAT SHOULD WE DO" and hirugami looked at him, sopping wet and jacket bundled around the kitties, and went "can i kiss you right now?"

i'm telling you he's smooth without even realizing it

koutarou (hirugami's dog) really really loves hoshiumi and loves cuddling with him and when they're cuddling together hirugami is never really sure who to be more jealous of

btw hirugami knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with hoshiumi when they were talking about what kind of house they wanted to get in the future and hoshiumi was like "oh, we need lots of room for the animals you'll bring home! you gotta teach me how to take care of them, sachirou" and hirugami just went "FUCK" really loudly on the inside

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (1/25)

Author's Note: I decided to share one of my stories on here. Admittedly, it's not my best work, and I've improved a lot since I wrote it, but it remains one of my most popular (and is a shorter and tamer story). Hope you guys enjoy! :)

------Chapter 1------

I was angry at the world. And I had good reason to be. My dad had left a long time ago, when I was a small child—just walked out one day for cigarettes and never came back. He left behind a gaping hole in my soul that would never be filled. My mother, too, suffered from that same void: She filled it with alcohol, or at least tried to, as much as a bottomless pit can be filled. Occasionally she could pull herself together enough, for my sake, to get a low-paying job to support us and keep us fed. Inevitably, though, she would slip back into old habits, and be consumed by the bottle again. 

I was the poster child for teenage angst. I wore black nail polish and black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow with mascara. I dyed my dark hair with streaks of color and cut it in crazy, edgy styles. I had ear piercings and a nose piercing and even a badass tattoo of the grim reaper with a skull on my upper thigh that I got with a fake ID (don’t tell my mom). As for my clothing, I usually went for a goth or punk aesthetic: lacy black corsets with short skirts and tights, ripped-up skinny jeans, big black boots, messy crop tops with spaghetti straps. Anything black with buckles or spikes was my jam. I liked black because my heart was black. 

My behavior mirrored my outer appearance. I played the role of the bad kid pretty well. I always talked back to my teachers and acted up in class. I smoked weed in the girl’s bathroom during lunch and cigarettes behind the school. My grades weren’t terrible, because I wasn’t a complete moron, but I certainly didn’t try very hard. I snuck out of the house on weekends late at night to attend wild parties, although I refused to drink alcohol because I didn’t want to be like my mother. I made out with bad boys, whom I knew all too well would use me and break my heart and leave me just like my daddy did. 

The relationship I had with my mom, admittedly, wasn’t the best. She worked odd hours, so she wasn’t around much anyways. Sometimes she would bring home men that might stay for a little while, but none of them could replace my dad. She couldn’t handle my unruliness and didn’t know how to discipline me or give me boundaries. We would get into shouting matches with each other a lot, where we yelled past each other more than listening to each other. I knew all her weaknesses, and would intentionally say hurtful things to make her cry. I told her she was a terrible mother and she was the reason Dad left and nobody would ever love her again. I would regret my words later, but the rage and sadness I felt inside me was hard to control. 

Today was the day where the tension finally snapped, and everything came crashing down. I had been having an unusually crummy day, and I was in a bad mood. I flunked my chemistry test—not that I really cared, but it still made me feel stupid. The other girls in my class were teasing me and telling me I was an idiot, and I didn’t like that. I was walking through the hallway to my next class when Billy the Bully, as I called him, spotted me and zeroed in on his prey like a bloodhound. I had spurned his advances once, finding him to be a contemptible wretch, and ever since he had made it his mission to belittle and humiliate me as much as possible. Since I had rejected him, he insisted I was an ugly lesbian. I was not in the mood for his bullshit today. He pushed me hard into a locker, laughed, and strolled off. 

The coals burning inside me ignited. Billy the Bully was going down. I chased after him and punched him hard in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure. That’d teach him to mess with me. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t noticed the principal walking down the hall, who was now gaping at me, appalled. It didn’t matter that Billy always harassed me, and that he had initiated the confrontation. The principal had only seen my violence. Despite fights breaking out all the time in the schoolyard, our school had a “zero tolerance” policy on the books for violent actions. Not to mention, I was sure they were more than happy to find an excuse to get rid of a troublesome rebel like me. I was swiftly expelled. 

Needless to say, when my mom came home from work and learned what happened from the school, she blew up at me. As usual, we yelled past each other until we were both out of breath and red in the face. I stormed out of the house and took a walk to cool down, smoking a cigarette as I went. To be honest, even though I felt justified in what I had done, I regretted putting my mom through more stress.  She was always failing me, but I figured she still loved me and cared about me. I was disappointing her with my bad behavior. I felt like such a failure. 

Reflecting on my actions didn’t change the consequences, however. I had been kicked out of school, and now we would need to transfer me to a new school. I wasn’t sure how to feel, whether I should be nervous or optimistic. Maybe I needed a fresh start. My old school sucked anyways, and was lousy with bullies and haters. I hated school. Why did I have to go in the first place? I couldn’t think of any other high schools that were close by in our area. 

When I returned home, my mom was making phone calls, trying to place me in a new school. Her eyes were red and puffy as she massaged her temple with her fingers. I tiptoed past her, slunk over to my room, and threw myself on my bed. I slapped on a pair of old headphones and blasted some death metal into my ears to drown out my thoughts. Somehow, the sound of wild demonic screaming and electric guitars always helped to calm down the boiling hatred inside me. I started to drift off to sleep. 

“EREN!” my mom screamed my name, startling me awake over the sound of my music. I took off my headphones, irritated. 

“WHAT?!” I shouted back with a disgruntled scowl. 

“Pack your things,” my mother demanded. “None of the schools nearby are willing to take you in, and I can’t deal with you anymore. You’re going to boarding school to learn some discipline.” 

“Boarding school? Are you freaking kidding me right now?” I balked. I was incredulous. Mom was trying to get rid of me. I flipped the script on her and acidly retorted, “Well, fine then! I didn’t want to be around you anymore either!” I rolled over in my bed and refused to look at her, facing the wall instead in defiance. She paused for a moment, as if wanting to say something, then sighed and exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.  

I huffed and sulked for a while. Boarding school. Unbelievable. Scoffing to myself, I began to gather up my things, tossing clothes, school supplies, and some other miscellaneous articles carelessly into my backpack and a duffel bag. I didn’t have a whole lot to bring. We were poor, so it’s not like I had a ton of luxury items in my possession to pack. I prepared for bed and flopped down on my mattress, deep in thought. I wondered what boarding school was like. Maybe it would be better to get away from it all, to be far away from everything that was tormenting me. My mom wouldn’t be around to hassle me at least. How bad could it be? 

The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clean clothes. I hadn’t slept well, since I had been haunted by my nagging thoughts most of the night. I ate a bowl of cereal and drank some orange juice for breakfast, then decided I ought to at least make myself look nice if it was going to be my first day at a new school. I hauled myself to the bathroom and washed, did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair with some hair gel. Much better. 

I grabbed my bags and placed them in the trunk of our beater of a car. Rather than sit in the front seat alongside my mother, I opted to sit in the back instead, sprawling my legs out along the back seat. My mom pursed her lips in disapproval but didn’t say anything. She hopped into the front seat, and after a couple of tries the starter kicked in and the old car coughed to life. The car crawled out of the driveway and stumbled off, leaving a nasty brown puff of smog in its wake. 

We drove for a while in silence. I played on my phone and occasionally looked out the window at the bland scenery passing by. We lived in a rural area, surrounded by farmland, so there wasn’t much to see other than fields of corn and wheat, grain silos and barns, and fenced-off land for cows or horses. It was a serene and pastoral paradise, but I had lived with these things my whole life so I wasn’t very impressed. The density of the buildings gradually increased as we entered more populated areas. 

After a couple of hours, I started to get restless. “Where are we going? How far away is this place?” I questioned, finally breaking the silence. 

“About that...” my mother said. She trailed off and failed to finish her sentence, as if she were afraid to tell me. 

“Well?” I asked, a note of irritation in my voice. 

She sighed. “I guess it’s better if I tell you now, so you don’t freak out when we get there. We’re almost at the drop-off point anyways.” 

“Freak out?” I was becoming increasingly baffled. “Why would I freak out? What’s going on here?” I raised my voice as I spoke. 

“This isn’t an ordinary boarding school.” She paused dramatically, letting the words sink in. “I needed to find a place we could afford, and a place that could handle your misbehaving and keep you in check. This school is planning to become an integration school, and they’re looking for students like you to join, so they offered me a substantial subsidy to sign you up.” 

“Students... like me?” I was lost. “Why would they want a troublemaker like me? What do you mean by an ‘integration school?’ What is that?” 

Before she could answer, our car was engulfed in shadow. I peered out the window and my jaw dropped to the floor. We were driving toward a massive wall, constructed of great stone bricks of an impossible size. The wall must have been hundreds of feet tall, and blocked out the sun as we approached. The surrounding buildings and trees looked like little models and toys by comparison. We pulled up to the wall and parked in a vacant lot. My mom, rather than explaining what was going on, got out of the car and removed my bags from the trunk. I stayed in my seat, refusing to budge. I was very confused, and even a little intimidated. 

My mother opened the passenger door and looked at me expectantly. “Come on. Get out.” I just stared back at her. Nothing had been explained. I didn’t want to go. I was getting an uneasy, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Realizing I wasn’t going to win this fight, I begrudgingly got out of the car and followed her to a normal-sized door that was embedded in the enormous wall. She opened the door and we walked into a short, gloomy passageway that tunneled through the thick wall to the other side. As we walked through the darkness, I cleared my throat and tried one last time to finesse some information out of her. 

“Mom... please. Tell me what this is,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking slightly. Genuine fear was starting to trickle into my chest. The whole situation was very strange and surreal. 

We reached the door at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight bled through the cracks around the door, framing it with bright light in the musty darkness. My mom placed her hand on the door handle and exhaled slowly. She gazed over at me sadly. Her face was pinched up, as if she were trying to hold back strong emotions. 

“On the other side of this huge wall... is the giant side of town. You’re going to a boarding school for giants.” 

2nd Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/voraciousvore/731600807530823680/boarding-school-for-giants-225?source=share

Table of Contents:

Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

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[happyk44]

Modern AU Percicobeth where it's V-shaped connected to Percy and Nico and Annabeth don't really have much of a relationship going on between them, friendship or otherwise, because they don't really overlap. Percy and Annabeth are childhood sweethearts who met at the same boarding school, and Nico started dating Percy after meeting him at the stables his sister practices at.

Annabeth flies into NYC after finishing up her university exams. She's got about a month before her internship starts, but she managed to talk her dad into letting her leave early and is crashing at Percy's place in the meantime. On impulse, halfway through studying for an English class she tried to argue her way out of taking, she chopped off her hair so it's rough and short and she slightly dreads the decision, but the upside is she did manage to hook up with the pretty girl down the hall of her dorm because of it so it's not entirely bad.

Grover drags them both out to a college party, where Percy disappears thirty minutes through to "find some fucking water, why is everyone so obsessed with beer" and Grover, on two cups of spiked punch, starts challenging everyone who comes close to a dance-off. Drunk Grover is a lot more wild than sober Grover but between Juniper and Annabeth, they manage to keep him from doing anything too stupid.

Nico shows up a couple hours in. His hair has grown out longer than Annabeth's seen in pictures before and with the buzz of alcohol and a hit of weed in her system, she doesn't really recognize him, but she thinks he's hot. She also mistakes him for a shy goth lesbian, but that's neither here nor there.

Percy's in the middle of a karaoke battle that he is 100% failing and doesn't notice Nico yet, but Annabeth keeps a focused look on the cute girl staring and smiling at her boyfriend making a fool of himself and thinks blearily that she's gonna land this girl before Percy can. And then maybe they can have a weird threesome in the back of Percy's car later.

They get like five minutes of casual conversation before Annabeth just starts kissing her and she's definitely kissing back and smugly she thinks to herself that maybe they don't need a threesome, maybe Percy can just sit back and watch while she blows this girl's mind. Serves him right for ditching her in search of water, of all things.

Then Percy's solo finishes and Annabeth is getting ready to grab his car keys to carry on the fun when he blurts out, "Oh! Nico! You're here!"

Briefly Annabeth thinks Nico isn't a nickname she's heard for Nicole before, and then suddenly it clicks, and she blinking as she connects random cute goth lesbian to Percy's short twink boyfriend.

Percy swings an arm over Annabeth's shoulder and kisses her cheek. "I was gonna introduce you guys myself, but I guess I didn't need to!"

Nico's brows furrow and Annabeth blearily realizes she never actually introduced herself. She just started talking, and then, very quickly, kissing. She's always been on the buffer side, exercise helps her focus and she hates cardio, and very quickly she's realizing that in the dim lighting and her suddenly short hair Nico thought she was a guy.

It's kinda funny.

Annabeth is definitely bi, but last she heard about Nico is that he was gay with a capital G. But as Percy is rambling something about how they should all get lunch together the next day, Annabeth is wondering just how firm that title is because Nico is still staring at her with the same warmth in his eyes that he had right before she attacked his mouth and, like, fuck it. Sexuality is fluid, right?

They end up fucking a couple hours later in the backseat of Percy's car while Percy is given no choice but to watch (which his cuck ass doesn't mind in the slightest). Annabeth accidentally slips between saying "good boy" and "pretty girl" but judging from Nico's breathy whines, he doesn't entirely mind.

Annabeth certainly doesn't mind when Nico introduces her to his family as his really handsome girlfriend a couple months later. In fact, she kinda likes it. Partly because Percy asks if that makes him Nico's handsome boyfriend ans Nico says no with his entire chest in a way that causes Percy to splutter in a huff. And partly because handsome is descriptor she's never heard for herself before and she really likes the sound of it.

That's their relationship. Handsome girl. Pretty boy. And whatever the fuck Percy is.

#percicobeth #inspired by all those kissed a twink who actually was a lesbian posts #happy talks pjo #just here to be absolutely insane lmao #love the idea of nico and Annabeth both being gay but with exceptiond #tbh i love the idea of lesbian annabeth who's exception is percy #just as much as i love percicobeth where annabeth is Nico's exception

[clatterbane]

Me, every time I eat a full meal lately. Thanks to the steroids they have me on for my throat. This isn't even the worst example recently, since I have been hesitating less to really hit the insulin hard.

(This is after bumping the long-acting background insulin up quite a bit, and making sure I wait long enough for the numbers to start heading down after taking the Novorapid before I actually start eating.)

I told the gastro endoscopy people who prescribed this shit that it was really screwing with my blood sugar when I had to go in the other day. The guy just shrugged, but of course he's not living with any of this. Hopefully they will not continue this garbage indefinitely. It's getting hard to deal with.

Tonight, I preemptively dosed about double the insulin that I normally would for the same supper. Then I may have slightly overdone the extra correction dose that I reached for after it hit 11/200 with a red arrow still pointing straight up.

So yeah, I may need to grab a little something else before it crashes too hard from that. This is all trial and error. That wasn't even a particularly big bowl of food, and I won't be that sorry to grab a snack.

I really do not want or need to go lower carb, but I may need to in another way for a while just to cut back on these crazy steroid spikes. As it is, I have purposely not been eating as much as usual in general, which is probably even less helpful with ED Jerkbrain always lurking around and waiting for a chance.

Trying pretty hard to just consider the numbers as useful data points. But, this can be harder to keep in mind when you have gotten blamed and browbeaten enough over the years over them running high due to, erm, misdiagnosis and treatment that did more harm than good. I do have slightly more control over things now, but not by very much because Steroid Chaos. Which is well known to do this shit.

ETA: And yes, now endocrinology is getting all the CGM data. Which makes me more nervous with the numbers looking worse. Nobody there has wanted to act like a complete asshole so far, at least. I know I don't have to take any unwarranted shit onboard if they did decide to start up with that, but I am still not particularly happy about every single "bad" reading being open to scrutiny these days.

#personal #venting #t1 diabetes #corticosteroids #we hates it #medical trauma #diabetes #gif

[dancingthesambaa]

Molly Bear-y Scary

After Giovanni piqued her curiosity when she dumbed down Sylvie's sheep out of existence she got thinking, could she do that with other things?

Molly lay exhausted on the bed after the events that had transpired that night. Who would think that she would be a criminal, sure a (forced) child worker, but not a criminal! She even lied to the police and skipped out on work (She did! She turned off the lights and closed the shop!) It felt so exhilarating and also so relieving. 

‘Boss was right, I should have more time to myself,’ she thought as she cuddled further in her fluffy blankets. Speaking of Boss, he did say a lot and was very strange in the beginning, but he wasn’t a bad person. Well okay, maybe he was a bad guy, but that didn’t mean he was bad, no one bad would have tried to encourage her or try to protect her.

‘Speaking of that,’ she remembered Boss' comment about her dumbing people down enough to pop them from existence. She held out her hand over her head and looked curiously at it. “Can I do that?”

-----------------------------------------------

She doesn’t know how it came down to this point. It was supposed to be a simple hangout with the rest of the (former) Banzai Blasters in Redwood Run. She was (technically) still being kidnapped by Boss after the whole incident back at the Toy Shop occurred. She thought she was perfectly fine, but according to Boss and the rest of the Banzai Blasters, who she was properly introduced to with much fanfare involved, they all disagreed with her opinion.

( “You are malnourished, injured, and still expect yourself to be able to work let alone go to school,” Dark Star pointed out as he lay on Crusher's couch.

“Yes and?” Molly, who had a cup of tea curled up in her hands with a blanket over her shoulder courtesy of Crusher, didn’t know what he was instigating. “I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t know if that’s badass or just sad,” Spike whispered to Ben.

“I don’t know.”

“But thank you for caring to ask, usually only my friends or teacher would care. That was very kind of you,” she beamed up at the group and they could almost see those anime sparkles surrounding her face, making all their hearts feel gross, warm, and squishy.

“If anything happens to her I would kill everyone and then myself,” Car Crash was the first to say after the cute display.

“Here Here.”

“Too true.”

“CUTE!”

“Now you know how I feel,” Giovanni cackled as he sipped his own cup of tea. He tried to offer Bear Trap a soda, but after he learned she hates sweets and sugary drinks because of how she would only eat and drink those every day if she didn’t cook actually wounded him. He always knew baking could be used for evil, but not to the point of outright hating glorious sweets. 

He should have hit that fat sack of shit of a deadbeat father harder.)

So yeah, that happened and she integrated into their group as if she had always been with them since the beginning and they decided to hangout with their newest member.

Which brings them to this point in time.

It was supposed to be a casual hangout with minimal chaos sprinkled in, but now they may have accidentally knocked over the entire canister as the group got surrounded by the Banzai Blasters. Apparently, they hadn’t taken kindly to the group leaving their organization in the first place and decided to jump them.

Boss, Crusher, and Spike had taken the forefront as the trio were the main battle brawlers and could actually fight someone in a head to head fight and win. Dark Star and Car Crush grabbed any chairs or objects they could find and began to use them as ramming or projectile objects. Flamethrower decided to be a gremlin and just threw himself on the nearest body and just proceeded to punch/scratch at them. Ben, somehow, managed to grab the shotgun away from the bar owner's cat, after Molly distracted it with some yarn that Boss had given her (he offered to teach her how to knit), and was currently taking potshots at anyone that dared come near him and Molly, who was currently hiding behind the bar. 

Despite his wanting to be named the KidPuncher, one the rest of the group and Giovanni did not take too kindly to the name, he developed a protective streak toward the kid. Last time, when they were out by the parking lot racing in the shopping carts, one of the shoppers got angry at them for their actions and decided to take it out on the first thing she saw, which was Molly. Unfortunately for her, Ben was rolling past when he saw them, so he just wordlessly took Molly out, looked the lady dead in the eye, and slammed the cart straight into her car.

If the howls of screeches didn’t attract eligible baboons to her then the next one did as the rest of the group all shared the idea, or a single brain cell, to surround the lady car with as many carts as humanly possible for the cherry on top.

It was a very fun outing.

All was going well, or as well as it could be for a stalemate, until someone finally had enough.

“ENOUGH!”

He even said it out loud as a Banzai Captain stepped forward through the doors. He was neatly dressed, pants and shirt crisply clean with the usual Banzai attire, but what was added was a pocket protector that had three neatly sharpened pencils inside and another pencil behind his right ear.

“I think we had enough fooling around,” the man huffed as he glared at the group.

“Why hello there Pencil Pusher, it’s very unpleasant to meet you again,” Giovanni grimaced as he casually swung his bat around.

“My name is Thorn Leech-”

“Yeah 'cause you are a leech!” Spike shouted.

“Nice,” Flamethrower raised his fist, from the hand that wasn’t holding a bloody broken bottle, and gave her a fistbump.

“I am no leech!” He stomped his foot as if he was an angry toddler not getting the last cookie.

“Yeahh, whatever pointy,” the former captain waved him off. 

“I’m not gonna comment on such childish remarks,” he took a deep breath and slicked back his hair. “I’m above such childish mockery.”

“Okay Mr. 2,” Dark Star joked.

“More like he has to go number two, have you seen the constipated look on his face,” Ben piped up, earning a giggle from Molly, who had peeked out over the bar, but that was drowned out by everyone else in their little group. Even some of the Banzai Blasters couldn’t contain their snorts though they did quiet down at their captain's stern glare.

“Mock my name as you like,” the captain thinly said as he began to glow orange. “But let’s not forget who has the most powerful Epithet out of the two of us,” he then let the pencil from his pocket protector, his hair, and his pockets all float out.

“Is his Epithet Pencil?” Molly quietly asked a groaning Ben.

“Unfortunately, and as lame as it sounds, he’s creative with it,” he grimaced as all the pencils began to attack their friends. The captain Epithet alone wouldn’t be able to strike fear in anyone, but the fact that they are all sharp enough to pierce the skin and he could create more so long as there was wood did make a difference.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Car Crash yelled as colored pencils collided into him.

“For fuck sake!” Spike growled as she rolled out of the way of some artist pencils, but still managed to swipe at an incoming Banzai Blaster trying to sneak up on her.

“Yipe!” Dark Star wasn’t so lucky as the graphing pencil got him right in the butt.

“I GOT YOU BOSS!” Crusher took the brunt of ten number 2 pencils impacting his arms.

“Crusher!” Giovanni yelled out in anguish as he swatted away the remaining despicable pencils before kneeling down. “My minion, are you okay?”

“I’M JUST FINE BOSS,” Crusher said with a lovesick look on his face that anyone with two brain cells could see, unfortunately Giovanni only had one.

“Less flirty, more dodging!” Flamethrower yelled out before being hit upside the head with a charcoal pencil.

“I’M NOT FLIRTING!

“At this rate we’re for sure gonna miss the movie,” Ben clicked his teeth in frustration. They were all hoping to see this awesome action movie featuring a talking dog that is a part of a jewelry heist for the Golden Bone. Thankfully the dog doesn’t die in this one, poor Crusher was devastated the last time they made that mistake.

Molly hummed for a brief moment before an idea popped into her mind. “I have an idea!” Then, without warning, she crawled over the safety of the bar and proceeded to walk towards the captain.

“Wait Bear Trap,” but it was no use as the twelve year old girl stopped in front of the Epithet user.

“Excuse me, Mr. Thorn Leech sir,” the man turned down to see a young girl, who barely reached his waist, in front of him.

“What is this small child doing here?” He asked his subordinates and got only shrugs for answers.

“Bear Trap, get out of there!” Giovanni called out as he tried to march forward, but was blocked by the Banzai Blasters. He wasn’t the only one though as the rest of his boys attempted to try to move closer, but was met with obstacles.

“That is one nifty Epithet you have,” she told him as if the chaos behind her was nothing.

“Indeed it is,” Thorn Leech proudly smirked.

“Can I show you mine?” 

“Hmm? You have an Epithet?”

“Yeah, though it’s a little dumb,” Molly giggled as she skipped over to one of the knocked over tables, gently placed a hand on it, then let the table envelop in a green glow as it slowly began to get, smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until it finally 

Poof

The table was no more.

At this point, everyone had stopped at the sight of a small innocent girl, just vanishing the table out of existence.

“W-w-w-what did you do?!” The captain stuttered, he had never seen such a powerful Epithet before that wasn’t part of the high echelon of the Banzai Blasters Organization.

“I always thought of my Epithet as useless and I even wanted it gone at one point, but after positive reinforcement, I learned that I proof things out of existence!” She clapped her hands together like a school teacher trying to get her student's attention.

“Huh?!” The students are very much paying attention.

“I’m normally not violent, but I’ve been taught to try new things and discover myself instead of being a slave to societal expectations as well as my family's burdens that they placed upon me due to their negligence. So I already know I can do this, but what I don’t know is if I can do that with people, but I'm willing to try!” Molly then reached one innocently glowing arm out, which slowly began to take on the astral image of a giant bear claw, making the captain take a step back. “Would you like to be my first tester?”

“But-but that will kill someone!” He squeaked out, he could feel his heart beating in his ears as if it too wanted to escape.

“It may, but that is a risk I’m willing you to take!” She chirped and took a step forward.

Apparently that last step was all that was needed as the captain bolted out of the establishment with a dying cry of “NOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Oh that’s too bad,” she fakely pouted, “I was hoping to try it out, but no worries there are others.” She turned to the rest of the Banzai Blasters with eager eyes, “Would any of you like to try?”

And just like their leader, they too screamed.

“Fuck no!”

“Get away from me!”

“I don’t wanna be poofed!”

“I’m out of this shit!”

Then five seconds later, the once full bar was almost desolate as all that remained was Molly's group and the cat playing with the yarn. They didn’t know what happened with the owner, but they did hear yelling from inside the well, so they think he was perfectly fine.

A brief silence happened as the group slowly turned towards Molly.

Blink

Blink

Blink

“Okay that was badass,” Car Crash was the first to speak up.

“No fucking kidding.”

“I think I peed a little.”

“COOL!”

“Cool? That was more than cool! Bear Trap was so threateningly cool! Come here you!” Giovanni rushed over to Molly and ruffled her hair. “When could you do that?!”

“Well remember when we met Sylvie the first time and I dumbed down his sheep out of existence? Well, you mentioned if I could do that with other things, and apparently I can! And I am absolutely terrified!” She happily noted, she meant to only dumb down the pencil that was on the table, but once she felt the table getting smaller she thought she might as well commit.

“So wait, can you actually poof people out of existence,” Dark Star asked.

“I don’t know and I kinda don’t wanna find out yet,” she winced.

“Fair enough.”

“Boys,” Giovanni began as he leaped on the table. “We fought long and we fought viciously and thanks to our newest member, those pansies left running with their tails in between their legs. I think we made our victory well known today as the most baddest group of Redwood Run! Now let us celebrate! Who wants ice cream!”

“Me! Me!”

“I do, I want a rocky road!”

“Pistachio!”

“STRAWBERRY!”

“We still have the movie!” Ben yelled out from the group orders.

“Oh right, we can get that after we get some ice cream,” then he leaped off the table. “Let us be off!”

“By the way, how did you do that?” Car Crash asked as they left the bar.

“Hm?” Molly looked down, Crusher had decided to pick her up and set her on his shoulder, but it wasn’t like she was complaining. “What do you mean?”

“He means how you sounded sweet, but had the venom of a viper when you were threatening them,” Dark Star explained.

“Ohh, I work in customer service, you need to know how to insult someone while making it sound like a compliment daily. How do you think I’m able to work there without having so many customer complaints?” Molly pointed out.

“Cause your nice?”

“HA!” She let out a short laugh before smothering it up. “Thank you, but I deal with so much entitlement on a day to day basis, that if I didn’t adapt to manipulating jerks with a smile I would be more dead inside than I already am. I’m not nice, I’m just used to people trying to use me and if I had the chance, I would dig inside their mailbox and burn their tax returns,” she declared. 

“Damnnn, that’s metal,” Spike nodded approvingly.

“And super illegal uptop!” Ben held out his hand as Molly high fived it. “Yeah, down with the assholes!”

“Wait, it’s illegal to destroy mailboxes?” Giovanni perked up at the word. “How bad are we talking?”

“Up to three years of jail time and be fined 250,000,” Molly quoted as if she had read the law and contemplated whether or not it would be worth it.

“The fact that you spouted that out without thinking concerns me,” Dark Star noted it and continued with. “If you need an alibi, come talk to me.”

“Got it.”

“We can talk more about jail time later, we can still make it to the theater if we book it,” Flamethrower pulled up in Car Crash's ninth car. He may only have a learner permit, but that was still better than taking a risk with Car Crash driving.

“First one to the car can choose their seat!” Giovanni proclaimed as he bolted with the others soon following.

“Crusher throw me!” Molly shouted.

“OKAY!” Then he gently took her off his shoulder and proceeded to chuck her into the car. It was only by good aiming and Molly enveloping herself in her Epithet that she landed on the roof with no damage.

“I win!” She threw her arms up.

“No fair!”

“That’s cheating!”

“Such foul play and underhandedness, good job,” the Boss gave her a thumbs up.

“Hehehe,” she giggled as she sat on the roof.

Later on she would give up her spot to Crusher, who bashfully sat next to Giovanni.

The movie was pretty good, but seeing the giant teen blushing face as their leader casually put an arm around his shoulder was priceless.

#epithet erased #prison of plastic #molly blyndeff #giovanni #banzai blasters

[burning-thistles-bt]

DarkCherry Poem

In Genre Writing we worked on poems and I wrote this one based on Cherryfur and Darkstripe's relationship. My teacher thought it was very well written so I thought "what the heck" and decided to keep it in our drafts until the time was right.

See below the cut.

Love.

It was there. Always. Lingering just under the surface.

You didn’t see it. Neither did I. But it was there. A seed waiting to grow and bloom.

It took a while. A while. On your end as well as mine.

You were surly. Brusque. 

I was sarcastic. Callous.

We were both snippy and snide, seeking to one up the other, even if the circumstances weren’t right.

You were suspicious, even of your own brother, when the real culprit was at your side the whole time.

I saw how you looked at him. I knew, even then, what you thought of him. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

But it didn’t bother me - not then, and not because I loved you. That had yet to grow.

We bickered like children, though we were fully grown. You grew disdainful of me and I of you. The division between us petrified the seed and our hearts hardened.

I reached out, attempted to crack through the stone, even if I didn’t quite yet love you. I opened mine up, tentatively, seeking some reassurance after a great loss.

You threw a spike into it instead and I hardened once more. I saw the hateful person you had become and drew my words and brandished them before me; “Then I guess nobody cares about you.”

I struck a nerve, I knew, yet couldn’t bring myself to care. Spiteful of your judgment, I grew inconsiderate of your own feelings. You hurt mine and I returned the favor.

Then you almost killed your own sister. A child. I couldn’t believe it. I was suspicious of you, yes, you came to his defense, always with stars in your eyes, but I never fathomed you capable of such a crime.

I wanted you gone. I wanted you dead.

I wanted nothing to do with you.

But when I saw you, wallowing in your guilt, looking pathetically unhappy…

The stone-cold walls of my heart softened and, once more, I reached out.

You resisted, at first. Protesting that I and the rest were cursed, was the problem.

But you know how quick I was to point out the flaws in your words, cut the strings of naive faith and bring the world crashing down. I didn’t plan on it hurting quite so much, but I’ve never been one to mince my words.

Our conversations were stilted, layered with wariness. But still. We talked. The walls continued to soften, yours as well as mine.

You changed. I could see it. You were changing. When others objected to your presence, I added my voice to the mix and vouched for you - but not without a warning, of course.

We pushed through the darkness descending upon us all, shoulder to shoulder, hearts finally thawed and the seed between us finally watered.

Even if it was there, I was still surprised by the seed as it grew roots and settled.

You were pathetic. 

(Still are, sometimes)

I was insensitive.

(Still am, sometimes)

But we both grew. Are still growing.

And that seed had finally borne some fruit.

#firealder thoughts #bt poems #darkcherry #cherryfur #darkstripe #enemies to lovers #poems #poetry #love poem #poems and poetry #love/hate #burning thistles #burning thistles au #a lot of the stuff i wrote was based on bt or trials of apollo lol

[husbandomail]

Deuce Spade + "Honey, I'm home"

“—can I stay here tonight?”

It was a common question now, and didn’t startle you quite as much as the first time he’d asked. Deuce was always showing up at your little Ramshackle dorm, his uniform mussed, an unzipped bag thrown over his shoulder because he knew you’d say yes. And you did, every time— you’d let out a very heavy and very fake sigh, but move aside anyways to make room in the narrow hallway for the broad-shouldered boy.

Something seemed… off. The air around him was electric, and Deuce’s handsome face was dark with an emotion that wasn’t familiar on a boy like him. He was quiet as he dropped his bag on the kitchen counter and climbed up onto his favorite stool.

“How’re we supposed to feed three people so last-minute?” Grim yowled up at you from his spot on the floor; you barely glanced at him as you took Deuce’s uniform jacket and hung it on the coat rack.

“We’re not feeding three people, Grim,” you said, “I’m feeding two people and a cat.”

Deuce snorted at that, and relief fluttered in your chest. He wasn’t the type to talk about his feelings, so you weren’t going to pry into whatever had him down, but— if he could laugh at something like that, he would be fine.

One week later, there was a familiar knock at your door. You were sprawled out on the floor of your bedroom, which happened to be right over the rickety porch; popping your head out the open window, you waved at Deuce, who grinned back up at you.

“Can I come in?”

“It’s unlocked!”

You heard the door swing open and then it slammed shut hard enough to shake the frame. Heavy footsteps came crashing up the old stairs; it wasn’t long before Deuce was collapsing on your bedroom floor beside you, textbooks and handwritten notes spilling out of his backpack.

“So for Alchemy,” he started before he’d even kicked his shoes off, “I didn’t understand the end of today’s lecture— can I copy your notes?”

“Copyin’ ‘em won’t help,” you chided as you rolled over, “because I didn’t get it either. I picked up this library book Trey suggested, though—”

Deuce sighed and ran a hand through his hair, only to make a face when he realized he was still wearing his uniform gloves. Strands of deep blue clung to the fabric, static continuing to spike them up like a boy from the manga on your shelves. “Would you believe me if I told you I can’t read?”

“Nice try, Spade.”

It was about another week before your Heartslabyul friend returned to Ramshackle. You were stretched out on the shabby couch that’d been left in the dorm when you arrived; you’d caught some kind of cold, and laying on the thin, hard cushions was doing nothing for the ache in your neck. Grim had dropped a bottle of thick syrupy medicine into your hand that morning, and since you’d taken it, you’d been too dazed to do anything but stare at the ceiling—

“Honey, I’m home.”

Stare at the ceiling and hallucinate Deuce’s voice, apparently.

“—hey, did you hear me?”

You blinked, forcing yourself upright because your body ached too much to twist and glance over your shoulder. Deuce was standing in the doorway, kicking his shoes off as one hand delved into the plastic bag he carried. “Ace said you weren’t feeling well, so I—”

“What did you say before?”

He paused, hesitant to repeat himself. But only for a moment.

“Said honey, I’m home.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #heartslabyul #deuce spade #scenarios #imagines #prompt games #anon

[noelashe]

I also sa w Minecraft server with mane6 in my dream it got me rhinking. How they game it

Twiligjt would like speedrun everything learn about the game get to the end beat the dragon and like be sooo annoying to be with until then cus everything she does is calculated for supplies but then when shes explored all the game has to offer shes finally chill and can actually hang out in a chill manner. I think shes not very good at combat but makes do and she is pretty good at building and would kinf of enjoy mining/strip mining i think shed do that the most. Shes also incredibly anti cheating she gets SOOO mad at cheating probably owns the server and has cheats turned OFF...i like to imagine some pranks convincing her to turn on cheats for just a bit only for something devious to happen.. also HUGE redstone head lmfao sorry i always forget redstone is a thing shed make so many frankensteins monsters nd devices w that

Fluttershy would tame every single animal she sees(like me) shed have a funeral for every animal that accidentally dies and name for every animal amd shed build the hugest farms (good builder she probably rlly likes making them fancy in a warm homey way) but theyre all classical style like nothing inhumane like some minecrafters do sometimes. except the well exp farms i think shed also enjoy that. She gets scared in combat so shes not that good but she can do it if she tries and shes mainly a buiilder nd chills with her many animals or goes exploring in overworld to find more of them. she gets scared by the cave noises so shes rarely in caves except if they explore with the group. Sometimes cheats because shes scared to aquire some material that takes a lot of travel/monsterslaying but feels really bad about it after n confesses like its a huge deal

Rainbow dash , of course, never rlly stays still and parkours on literally everything and shes like the combathead but like, specifically the classic minecraft combat she would HATE the update SO MUCH because she cant spamclick anymore. Most annoyed by cobwebs, which many ponies who have been pranked by her take advantage of,sorry i reallt like the image of her stuck in cobwebs and forgetting you can break them w a sword LOL.. So fucking horrible at buildiny classic dirthouser but like shes never rlly at her own base she mostly hangd at her friends bases or shared base which they most likely have. No patience for stripmining only mines in caves and with friends or she gets bored. Loves to go on creative mode to fly really fast nd cheats if she gets bored as well.

Pinkie Okay its really fucking funny to imagine her holding space down constsntly so shes alwyas jumping like how she moves around usually nd draining her hunger bar with it but i think shed like constantly do strange actions like thst having fun in the primalest of ways. Also likes parkouring on everything. she likes crafting thigns and shes very creative with building and often has a different perspective like shes the type to wear dyed leather to the boss fight cus it looks cuter. also kind of a beast at combat becaude she just attacks liek a panther rlly fast... She doesnt cheat unless its to like do a 1000 dropped steaks to crash the server prank but everypony secretly thinks she cheats because of how many items she has but well shes just like that. Also lieks setting traps with rd minecraft is very potent for prankability and shed love it

Rarity is obviously like incredible at building but it also takes gruelling work to get the materials i imagine she takes favors among her friends and maybe spike if hes allowed on the server LOL to go get her materials for her huge marble cathedral and shit. Loves creative but in survival considers it taboo to cut corners for materials. Surprisingly decent at combat and likes the mines when theyre pretty probably loves the new mine and nether updates nd gets into arguments with rd about it. but prefers to be building most the time instead of anything else, probably builds or improves upon her friends bases or builds new surprise buildings for them and such like recreations of their real houses nd stuff like that. Gets redstone help for some of her buildings as well, shed probably get the hang of it if she learned but shed preoccupied

Applejack woud be like kind of slow with the controls and hoenstly the least eager to play but if she got the hang of it she might also like building stuff but in a more practical manner shed always make like realistic structures and village remodelling too but theyd look pretty good shes the classic wood and stone builder forever. i think shed like redstone too twi would get her into it and shed like it in a beginner kinda way. Bad at combat usually but she tries and gets it done👍 Also likes doing favors for her friends most of all and stocking up on materials and being sent on errands like that. Also lieks farms too even though its basically fluttershys thing but like she has some too yesyes. And CROP FARMS Shes the numero uno crops Everypony gets them from her. Justlike the aples

#i wokeup and typed this for like half a hour LOL