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gingerhastoomanyobsessions · 4 months

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the lords in black are so interesting to me because. they’re so us. we’re watching the citizens of hatchetfield suffer for our own entertainment just as much as they are. we’re their accomplices in all of it

pokotho made hatchetfield into a musical because musicals are entertaining. and we ate that shit up! it’s soooo fun watching a little man scramble as the world around him bursts into song. the musical genre is satirized because pokey knows how the genre conventions work just as well as we do. we like watching musicals so much that black friday and npmd are musicals, too, even though they don’t revolve around pokotho’s plans as much as tgwdlm. we want them to sing. pokotho does too.

bliklotep is the audience and the audience is bliklotep. trail to oregon calls the audience “the watcher with one thousand eyes” and that’s not all, in watcher world blinky seems to be able to see through the eyes of anyone and everyone who loves spectacle. he wants to see the characters go through angst because WE love angst. it’s fun to watch alice and bill express their buried frustrations. blinky wants it to end in bloodshed because he loves tragedy, and let’s face it, so do we. it’s like that one post about how hamlet is aware of the audience and is angry that we don’t do anything to intervene because we want to see how it plays out. personally, I think blinky could have stopped the woodwards if he really wanted (he’s an elder god, after all) but alice shooting him shifted the narrative so that the emotional payoff would be more fulfilling if they escaped. and blinky loves a good story.

t’noy karaxis has blorbos. we joke about it, but that’s really what it is, isn’t it? he’s the fan who watches the movie again and again and again and again to see his favorite character’s dramatic death scene. he’s the guy who writes and reads angst fics by the hundreds because he likes to see his faves cry. he’s the hatchetfield enjoyer who’s on the edge of their seat waiting to see how ted kicks the bucket this time. the bastard’s box is pretty much just an ao3 account filled with whump and hurt no comfort. he’s sadistic AND he genuinely adores ted, because we fans are often cruelest to the characters we love the most. he puts ted through character growth— the realization that his life went the way it did because of his own mistakes, his inability to be vulnerable with jenny before it was too late— and he does that by writing a 56-chapter angst fic that’s still updating to this day

nibblenephim is the fan who voraciously devours every scrap of content that a creator produces and demands more, more, more. let’s face it, the fandom will never let starkid rest until we see this story through to its end. and then someone will demand a sequel series. nibbly is hungry because we will never stop yearning for more stories. he’s simple because that desire itself is simple— as humans, we need creativity like we need air to breathe. nibbly wants more because we want more. and we will never be satiated.

wiggog y’rath is the ruler and the king because he’s the self-inserting writer. I think jon matteson plays paul *and* wiggly for a reason— wiggly is the only lord in black to be played by the same actor in every single show, and that actor also plays the protagonist of tgwdlm. wiggly wants to be the protagonist. he tries to force himself into the human world of hatchetfield because he wants to participate, dammit! he wants to be the bestest ruler that the earth has ever seen! everyone has to love him because he’s going to be their bestest fwiend! when he appears in human form he’s gonna be the prom king! he’s the ebony dark’ness dementia raven way of the hatchetfield multiverse. he wants every human character to bend to his whims and to love him and to put him at the tippy-top of planet earth because he’s the writer and the writer’s main character, you fuckheads, and he can make whatever story he wants, whether the other characters like it or not! if you’ve ever written a self-insert story? congratulations! you’ve been wiggog y’rath.

and the funny thing? I don’t think the lords know that they, too, are as fictional as anyone else in hatchetfield. maybe blinky knows— he sees through the audience’s eyes, after all— but I don’t think the others do. if they did, maybe they’d be a little less tyrannical. a little bit nicer.

but then the starkid writers wouldn’t have much of a story to tell, would they?

#the lords in black #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #npmd #join me in the metafiction analysis hole.#the real villains of hatchetfield are the starkid writers themselves and those of us who want to see the shows!#the only reason the lords in black fuck up the world is because WE want to see that story!!!!!#note: the ‘you fuckheads’ bit was meant to be in wiggly’s voice/pov. I do not think the good people of starkid fandom are fuckheads.

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suguru-getos · 5 months

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Genshin Impact characters and how they comfort you (F!Reader):

A/N: It's been a while lovelies :P since yours truly touched Genshin Impact. In all honesty, the game remains to be my comfort game & the characters give me so much joy. Here's me, word-vomiting about them blorbos. ;)

Characters included: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Ayato

Neuvillette:

The only reason he hasn't cried (yet) is because he is thinking hard on what to do when you're blue. Would probably suggest that you and him go together for a walk! Hey! Don't judge him - a walk fixes everything. Besides, someone who hasn't had a romantic interest in centuries really needs to learn a thing or two. He doesn't mind writing an official application about his absence and walking along the streets of Fontaine with you. He knows the Melusine village brings you a lot of comfort so it's also his go-to place whenever he's feeling down. He tried making you taste different kinds of waters - yep, didn't end well for the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. However, lessons are to be learnt and he learnt them well! Now, he has realized that mostly, your sadness can be satiated with something delectable to soothe your tongue. He started with soup, well? Naturally.. though that didn't end well either. He now has realized what he might like, you might/might not. So, he takes the more aware turn & takes you to places you like, or sometimes doesn't do anything. Happily wraps his arms around you, kisses your forehead and doesn't say anything. Silence and hugs? Best! He's noticed you like that far better.

Ayato:

The Yashiro Commissioner is a cocky fellow, and sometimes a tad too overconfident. He thinks he knows you inside out; that's not something he refers from you though. He thinks it's because no one can ever love you more than Kamisato Ayato. (He is kinda right? Though what's worse is he is mostly correct about the things that you need.) Like - he knows when that period begins, and when the mood swings absolutely obliterate you; he knows some Fontainian chocolate, or Mousse will come to the rescue. Some dangos might also help. The Kamisato Estate staff is trained to not fall pale to your needs. You & him both know that with all the travel opportunities you accompany Ayato in, you do have taste-buds which would be bored with Inazuman food alone. Whenever there is something bothering you personally, Ayato would ask you to vent it out. He firmly believes in annoying you with persistent cooing and crooning of, "Hey Princess, what's got that pretty face so long?" / "Oh come now, don't tell me you would hide things from your husband? I feel judged already. Do I not deserve to know?" You do end up telling him everything - and while Ayato is surprisingly good at giving advices… you always like how he asks first, if you want him to listen, or give his opinions.

Alhaitham:

The Scribe of Sumeru's Akademiya who is also your boyfriend - usually takes the overly analytical route, rationalizing everything. So you often don't tell him about the things that bother you. Since he is so observant and keen however, you can never really slide something that's got you down under the rug either. "You are behaving differently." Alhaitham commented, "Usually when you come home, from outside… you freshen up." He comments at the lack thereof, watching you squirm under his gaze. Of course, whenever you feel down your mind and body send you in a slump. "Oh- yeah, I'll get to that." You quickly comment, though you're cut off by his tender hold on your wrist. "Course you can, something wrong?" Now he knows the 'Female Anatomy', as he likes to call it. Often going out of his way to explain your hormonal cycle, what you should do when you are in your leutal, menstrual, ovulation phases etc. You don't have to say much in certain times as such. Though he acts like nothing's the matter when you do vent about let's say - something at work/Akademiya; there have been instances where he would pay personal visits to some people for pissing his girl off. Duality? Yep.

Wriothesley:

'His' Grace; is extremely kind to everyone, and fair. You being his significant other, get your own perks from time to time. For example: He is always available for tea for his little one. He is always available to listen to you whenever. He considers it fortunate enough that you are willing to live in the Fortress of Meropide with him - he knows it's the harshest decision especially from someone who hasn't done any crime whatsoever. There are days when even someone like Wriothesley (who seldom goes out) makes sure that he visits the world up above with you. Might take you to the Opera, might take you to those fabulous boutiques, anything and everything fashion the second he notices your eyes glim. Nope, none of that is tolerated here. The prisoners have started calling you 'Her Grace'; while you do not prefer it, Wriothesley does not mind, he is fine with you being treated like someone treasured. That would ensure that people around you would tend to you also, when you're down. Damn does this man love body massages, giving them to you and watching your shoulders slump. He needs to be so careful with you though. Can’t be too rough else his little baby would break… <3

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sacred-algae · 4 months

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I don’t think Jaskier is fully aware of the fact that Geralt is It for him.

I know we aren’t getting Geraskier, (they’re still canon to me) so at this point I just want my blorbo to be able to move on and be happy instead of fucking miserable but the more I think about it, the more I realize that even if he does get chance to be with Radovid… I don't think he would ever be truly happy.

Yes, he could love him, and be happy that he's being treated well, and worshiped and valued, and everything a good relationship should be. Yes, he'd learn to move on as much as he can… but that’s only as much as he can. Geralt will always be with him. Geralt will be a filter for which he perceives affection and how it's given out and received. Everything will relate back to him.

Geralt is love for Jaskier.

It would be doomed. As much as he could learn to love somebody new, it would take far too long to be fair, and even if Radovid fully understood and stuck around because he knew Jask was trying and didn’t mind, even if Jaskier does love him—It’s doomed.

He couldn’t do it. Because everything they do reminds him of Geralt even though they weren’t even together… but he can’t escape it. It could even be years down the road with zero contact with Geralt (because that’s the only way he could truly even begin to move on) and he would be miserable.

So he’d leave Radovid. Because it’s not fair. And he’d decide he’s better off having one night stands and casual affairs that last no longer than a month for the rest of his life.

And maybe he’d go back to Geralt. Because he sure as hell can’t live without him if the past however long it’s been has taught him anything.

Geralt would be so mad at him for leaving but it’s not like they haven’t gone a long time without seeing each other/not contacting each other before. It’s just been a while since then… And Geralt needs him too, how could he say no? He missed him horribly.

And I think at that point, Jaskier would tell him why he left. Geralt deserves to know. Because at this point, if Geralt will take him back, what’s unrequited love? It doesn’t matter. He should have known it wouldn’t matter. And really, he should have done this a lot sooner, maybe he could have gotten some fucking peace—

“You should have.”

“I should have what?”

“You should have done this sooner.”

“Yeah, that’s literally what I just said. Why are you— Geralt? What are you— Gods, that’s unfair, don’t look at me like you’re about to—”

Kiss me.

He should have done this much, much sooner.

#geraskier #meta #the witcher #the witcher meta #geraskier meta #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #the witcher season 3 #radovid #prince radovid #radovid x jaskier

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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obey me dateables (+ luke) presenting you with a friendship bracelet in return

lol sorry i've been a bit mia recently... i finish undergrad in a few days and have been a little swamped! + i have a mystery health condition i'm still trying to get under control that flares up with stress, so... clearly it's been a bit busy for me. i thought finally reversing my friendship bracelet prompt would be a wonderful way to get back in touch with all my blorbos. so! without any further ado, enjoy!

[presenting the demon brothers with a friendship bracelet]

[presenting the dateables (+ luke) with a friendship bracelet]

content warnings: none

prompt: you took the first step in commemorating your friendship by presenting him with a friendship bracelet. but it would be rude not to return the gesture, right? that's what he thinks. maybe that's why he's slaving away over these thin strings, all to see that smile on your face...

Diavolo

oh, what was that? yeah, he’s listening. lucifer, it’s fine, just let him–

diavolo had been ignoring the strange looks from several of his advisors all week as he took the craft in and out of meetings. usually, he'd just fidget with a pen as ancient demons droned on about witch pact laws and realm relations for the nth time this month. but now that he's on a quest to make you a cute friendship bracelet to match his own, he's got something to keep his hand busy-- and to keep him from getting a stern look from lucifer for clicking said pen under the desk over and over.

unfortunately, making the bracelet made him a much worse listener. it's not even that he's distracted by keeping the pattern going! but once he starts knotting the strings together, he starts thinking about you. would you like this gift, or should he get you something nicer? how long did it take you to make his bracelet? would you wear this bracelet? because if so, you should definitely let him know, because he can wear his and you two will match--

lord diavolo.

he looks up to find barbatos giving him a stern look. uh-oh. that means he's been lost in thought long enough for someone to notice.

he can't help it. not really. he's just never had a human friend like you before! you're just so fascinating. all your little childhood stories and human traditions send his mind racing a mile a minute. children in the devildom are often much rougher with each other. they're trying to get a grasp on their demonic instincts, and often their play turns to fighting in a matter of moments. diavolo loves the idea of childhood friendships-- something he never got and cannot make up now-- and little tokens of affection to commemorate them.

he might not be a child anymore, but something about your silly human traditions make him feel young and rambunctious again. last week, you told him you wanted to take him to a human world zoo to pet the sharks. petting animals! at the zoo! in the devildom, touching any of the zoo's creatures is practically a death sentence. yet humans could get up close and person with theirs and walk away unscathed. incredible! the more he hears about human culture, the more he wants to know everything.

when the meeting is over (and after a brief-- and well deserved-- scolding from both barbatos and lucifer), diavolo retreats to his office to finish the bracelet for you. his big hands and thick fingers struggle to find purchase on the tiny strings, but when they do, he ties each knot with the utmost care. this is for you, after all.

diavolo find you at RAD the next morning and presents you with his gift then. he craves your approval more than he'd ever let on-- with that expectant grin and pleading eyes, though, you're not exactly surprised.

he's overjoyed when you accept his gift and even more so when you ask for help putting it on immediately. that stupid, eager grin won't leave no matter how serious he tries to look. diavolo's just so glad that you think of him-- and now, when he looks down at his bracelet and remembers this exchange, he'll think of you, too.

Barbatos

weeks had gone by since you gave barbatos that friendship bracelet. it remains pinned against the inside of his uniform day in and day out for safekeeping-- and as a little reminder of your affection for him. it's nice that someone as wonderous as you has taken such an interest in a demon like him.

however, not once does making you a bracelet in return cross his mind, despite lord diavolo's not-so-subtle hints. he prefers to return your affections in other ways-- "accidentally" buying too much of a fruit you like at the market that morning, inviting you over to sample new varieties of tea he's preparing for lord diavolo, soft smiles and lingering eyes when your back is turned.

one morning, he's surprised by an urgent call from the demon prince's office.

barbatos makes his way to the young master's office right away, only to come across a surprising scene: the stacks of papers usually populating the desk are now tucked away on nearby shelves, replaced by a near-obscene amount of embroidery floss in every color of the rainbow. lord diavolo's face was twisted into a grin-- it was not often he was able to pull a fast one like this on the butler, but when he did, he was always very smug about it for the next few days.

"ahh, barbatos, it's good to have you here. please, sit."

the two of them danced around pleasantries for a few moments before barbatos quirked a brow-- that micro-expression asked everything he had on his mind.

"i've decided that we need to make those human friendship bracelets today. it's important that we foster bonds in our community, and exchanging traditions like this are a fantastic way to do so." the prince made this announcement with a very serious, earnest expression.

the two men stare at each other in silence for a few moments. finally, lord diavolo cracks a smile.

"do you think lucifer would wear a friendship bracelet if i made him one?"

"young master, i think he'll do anything you ask of him."

the rest of the afternoon is spent per the lord's whims, holed up in that office wasting the day with silly human world crafts. diavolo makes some excuses about "cultural exchange", but he's not fooling anyone. barbatos only allows this to happen because the young master has been on top of his paperwork all week. the castle has felt quite cold and suffocating lately-- it's nice to bring warm laughter and sunny smiles back between the gilded walls once again, even if just for a few hours.

barbatos is good at everything. in this case, he's able to simply look at the bracelet you gave him and recreate the pattern near-perfect on his first try. his nimble fingers create delicate knots with ease, leaving the future demon king in his dust (metaphorically, of course-- he has to help diavolo several times throughout the afternoon).

he presents the bracelet to you one day over afternoon tea. a thin, decorative box wrapped in golden ribbon appears by your side. inside is a friendship bracelet made in your favorite colors. he's very aloof as you ask questions about it, but he indulges you with the answers and accompanying stories of his little craft session with the young master.

his gloved fingers carefully secure the bracelet around your wrist. you don't neglect to notice the ghost of a smile on his lips-- a quiet moment of pride, of adoration-- after he moves on to finish serving tea.

Simeon

simeon had the perfect excuse to crave time out of his busy schedule to make you a friendship bracelet. hey luke? do you want to try this craft too?

he'd been waiting for a free afternoon where he could finally make you a friendship bracelet in return. you said it was a human tradition, right? well, it would certainly be rude to not reciprocate. and since it was a common tradition amongst kids, simeon figures he can rope luke into joining him while he's on babysitting duty.

he did what he always does when he wants to figure something out-- he sought out a book from the RAD library to teach him. satan guided him to the section on human culture and traditions. from there, he scoured the shelves until he found one with adequate instructions. that was the book he currently had sprawled out in front of him, propped open with a candle as his fingers were tangled in embroidery floss.

(satan did try to convince him to use a video instead. deviltube has many useful tutorials, y'know? learning from a book is much harder. yet peepaw simeon didn't trust himself to find a video, nor keep it up on his D.D.D. after satan leaves. which is... valid.)

the problem with following pictures is that they can only tell you so much. and the written instructions made enough sense to be passable, but to actually guide a beginner in the art of friendship bracelet creation? dubious. that was simeon's current predicament. he was supposed to be guiding the blonde cherub across from in on how to make his own bracelet, but... why was this so confusing?

at some point, solomon emerged from his lair room and found himself leaning over the grown angel's shoulder. even the sorcerer, who learned most everything from books, didn't quite get what the book meant. is that string supposed to go under...? maybe around...? these pictures are grainy as hell, too, so it's not like they're much help.

by the grace of god and many hours of trial and error, simeon managed to figure the pattern out. him and luke both finished the night with a few bracelets each. luke made one for simeon, one for solomon, and two for barbatos. simeon had several failed attempts of the bracelet he tried to make you, with one successful attempt to give to you the next time he saw you. solomon ducked in and out of the angels' crafting session and came away with one very ugly little bracelet-- he didn't mind, because apparently he'd been needing a new bookmark anyways.

simeon's a little sheepish the next time you come over to purgatory hall. it's not that he's ashamed to give you a gift in public, per se-- it's more that the whole thing feels strangely personal. he put a lot of effort into making that bracelet for you! now that he knows how much time you devoted to making him such a gift (he doesn't quite realize you didn't have to learn from scratch, so it took way less time for you), he really treasures the intimacy of homemade gifts.

still, despite his initial hesitation, he gives you the gift with a smile. he wanted to return the favor, you see, since he likes your gift so much. do you like it? please say you like it, his fingers are still sore

simeon will secure the bracelet to your wrist with a smile-- a bit clumsy, as the tie mechanism confused him as he was making the bracelet-- but he eventually gets the hang of it. the rest of the evening, he'll sneak little glances at your wrist, a proud little smile on his lips. he really likes seeing you-- what's that, luke? why is he smiling at mc like that? don't worry about it. you'll understand when your older.

Solomon

solomon had a not-so-healthy habit of staying up entirely too late, nose deep in experiments and new spells, that he often lost track of time and place. at times, the sleep deprivation made him careless. the night would usually end when he grows too frustrated with his groggy movements to go on.

tonight's experimenting ended in a flurry of hushed swears as the contents of this new potion spilled on him and across his chest. it's his fault-- he's the one who knocked the flask over-- yet he's cursing some abstract villain out to get him tonight.

in all the chaos, his bracelet is drenched in a viscous ooze, which quickly sunk right into the strings and refused to budge. great. what was that, his third ruined bracelet this month? if he didn't know any better, he'd think he was hexed to suffer a string of minor-yet-infuriating inconveniences every day.

he took the knife on his workbench and cut the ruined bracelet off. it hit the wood with a slop, strings fraying already from the new sever between strings. what was that, his third destroyed bracelet this month? he should really be more careful with these things.

still, though, part of him liked how you'd always make him a new one. ruining these bracelets gave him a reason to see you on a semi-regular basis.

strings uncoiled from each other, now freed from the confines of the knots that once held them together. solomon watched with tired fascination as it unraveled in slow motion.

was that all? just a couple of knots? he could do that.

his experiment now laid half-finished on his workbench, abandoned in favor of the new challenge laid out before him. a knotted pile of embroidery floss covered spellbooks and containers of potion ingredients. his hands shook from exhaustion-- at this point, he was so used to his shitty sleep schedule that he stopped noticing. his body may be tired, but his brain was hyperfocused on this task. he wasn't going to stop until he reverse engineered this friendship bracelet for you.

simeon found him slumped back in his chair the next morning, fast asleep with his neck quirked at an odd angle. he very carefully woke the sorcerer up with a hand on the shoulder and a few quiet words. before he did, though, he brought luke in to get a look. what? it's not often solomon let himself be caught slacking like this. if he didn't want two angels whispering and giggling over the way he slept with his arms crossed and head back (like an old man passed out in front of the TV), maybe he should learn to get in bed first.

after a rough morning dragging his sore body around purgatory hall (hmm, i wonder why?), solomon found you in the halls at RAD between classes. his tired expression melted into a smug grin as he found his way to your side.

ah-hem. behold, mc. a friendship bracelet. what's that? it's wonderful? of course it is. solomon is good at everything, after all. (this quite nearly erupts into chaos as mammon very loudly reminds him that even beel can't stand his cooking).

he's delighted by that surprised look on your face. that made the lack of sleep all worth it. you go to reach for the gift when he holds it out of your reach. nuh-uh, mc. see this bare wrist? yeah. it's that time of the month. he needs a new bracelet. solomon laughs off your exasperated sigh and gently takes your wrist in his cold hands. slender fingers ghost across your pulse points with care as he secures his creation to your wrist. a small, genuine smile pulls at his lips.

... he does still need a new bracelet, though. so, y'know... let him know when you finish. jackass

Luke

luke is immediately gung-ho about making you a friendship bracelet. he adores his! the only thing that would make it better was if the two of you were matching.

he's honestly ready to start working the moment you leave for the night. simeon is able to convince him to at least wait until the weekend. after all, RAD has demanding coursework that he needs to dedicate his time to during the week. luke doesn't like this much, seeing as he's already this excited just thinking about the craft.

simeon sweetens the pot like the responsible adult he is-- if luke can wait until the weekend, then simeon will run out and grab all the supplies they could possibly need. they can make a day of it, with snacks and other little crafts to make for their friends. doesn't that sound nice?

somehow, luke is able to muster up the patience to wait until the weekend to begin his friendship bracelet quest. he does wake simeon up ass early on saturday morning, though. he can't help it! he's just a kid, after all.

the morning starts with breakfast (luckily for everyone, solomon slept in too late to offer to cook). luke chatters on and on about his plan. he had the foresight to ask just how you made the bracelet when you gave him his, so he's confident he can follow the instructions you gave him.

it goes... okay. at least at first. in the beginning, he'd get frustrated about how he couldn't quite remember what to do here or why this knot here looked funky. some kind words and a little assistance from lithe-fingered simeon are able to fix both his bracelet and his mood. eventually, he's all giddy laughs and big grins as he looks over his masterpiece. white and gold strands are somewhat neatly knotted together to mimic the design of the bracelet you made for him.

monday morning, bright and early, the little angel bounds up to you like a golden retriever off-leash at a dog park, all gilded hair and excitement galloping down the hall until he's by your side. he shoves the bracelet up towards your face and grins. look, mc! i made you a friendship bracelet, too! now we can match!

every day you wear that bracelet is another day luke finds a way to express his appreciation for your friendship. his go-to is to absentmindedly toy with the strings around your wrist at lunch or in class. sometimes he'll bump your bracelets together and smile at you, a silent question hung in the air between your matching grins: best friends forever, right?

#wednesday. i am finally free wednesday.#college is exhausting #obey me swd #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me dateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke

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thepunkmuppet · 7 months

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just finally got to watch workin boys and OH MY GODDDDDDD I HAVE THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

jeff as hidgens is so. he’s just so

chad’s name stayed the same even though it was changed to workin’ girls everyone clapped

🎶 JUST ME AND MY SIX BOYFRIENDS 🎶 WE WON WE WON WE WON

hidgens backstory oh my fucking god. what the hell this man has suffered more than jesus

the songs are amazing I wasn’t expecting to want to buy the album but now I actually need it their vocals are all SO GOOD mariah bryce and kim are absolutely incredible

bill and ted are on a date and you cannot convince me otherwise (I am delusional). also I love that ted loved it bc he was fucking INTO IT in tgwdlm

still need to know why hailey was dumping ass so much

EXCUSE ME WHO ARE YOU

I love the detail that paul didn’t want to go with bill lmfao

ted got brutally murdered again. I knew they would do it but it’s still hilarious

they really said ✨dutch angles ✨ huh

their real stage manager played the stage manager 😭 I love it he has a self insert hatchetfield oc

linda’s the only person who auditioned but didn’t get in lmfao hidgens really said #eat the rich

I love ruth SO MUCH rip queen (again). lauren managed to make her even more cute and pathetic than she is npmd, what a top notch blorbo 100/10

COURTNEY THRASH’S GIRLFRIEND AS A WORKIN’ GIRL SHE’S COME SO FAR

bailey wearing his uniform and taking his gun to a community theatre production why is he a himbo and why do I love him

I know I’ve already said this but sweet jesus mariah and kim’s voices are actually the best things ever they are so perfect in every way

grace just cannot do anything without discovering her passion for violent murder and lethal weapons and honestly girlboss

“our wet sinewy bodies” “I just came”

UP TO MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS

hidgens’ death scene was absolutely stunning oh my god

the fact that richie and grace went together to support ruth?? so cute to me. this obviously isn’t in the npmd timeline so it’s just adorable to me that they actually became friends in this timeline, I’m obsessed.

also they had an opportunity for pete and steph and tom and becky to be there on dates but OH WELL

THE ZOMBIES WERE TERRIFYING. OH MY GOD I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW AMAZING THAT SCENE WAS THE MAKEUP THE VOICE EFFECTS I JUST I C CN AHSNJDJSKUDEJ

ALSO THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA IF THEY REALLY ARE GHOSTS OR IF HIDGENS IS JUST CRAZY AND HALLUCINATING OR IF THEY’RE DEMONS IN DISGUISE AND “CHAD” IS A LORD IN BLACK OR A DIFFERENT BEING OR WHAT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. OPEN-TO-INTERPRETATION PLOT POINTS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

#workin boys #workin boys spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd spoilers #hatchetfield halloween party #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield universe #starkid #team starkid #starkid productions #henry hidgens

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historianthesecond · 11 months

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Hi, May I please request an oneshot of Nikolai Lantsov going all soft when he holds his and the female reader's newborn child for the first time, please?? Thank you so much!! 💕

Hello! I'm sorry this one took so long ;---; let's imagine I finished this one on Father's Day shall we

Also thanks to you for this idea Anon <33 it's just so cute! I just love to put babies with my blorbos in situations, and honestly, Nikolai is no exception 🙈🙈

The Little World

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem! Reader-------1.6K---SFW

Tags: Established Relationship| Mentions of childbirth and pregnancy but not in detail| Domestic Fluff|

At some point between your screams echoing in the chambers among a myriad of encouragements, Nikolai heard the sharp first cry of a baby.

His baby.

The one he'd been longing for so many years, waiting and wishing for you to enter his office one day with the physician's note that would confirm your pregnancy. The same note which drove the court out of their pressures of bringing a mistress to the palace in case the Queen could never bear his child.

Feeling as if someone was tugging at his heart to make it burst out his chest—and perhaps the tiny human was doing it after all—Nikolai peeked toward the feet of the bed where nurses, physicians, and Healers swarmed around the small being, quickly wrapped in the softest fabric he was able to find, a deep olive green with some decors in gold thread.

"It's a healthy boy, Your Majesty," he heard someone say, stuffing the baby's head with a knitted hat.

Nikolai looked down at his Queen, your pants moving some locks of hair sticky with sweat over your brow. He leaned closer, settling a reassuring kiss atop your hair, your hand still on his even though your unrelenting grip had made his fingers start to numb out a couple of hours ago.

"Did you hear that? A son! A healthy and adorable son," he whispered happily, a smile curving his lips. "You've done wonderfully, my love. Our son looks just as beautiful as you."

You smiled, observing the wriggling bundle lying on your chest. "Do you mean I look all wrinkly and flushed too?" you muttered, shaky fingers outlining the round cheeks of your baby.

"Only a little," he answered with a chuckle, his body half-sitting on the bed as he watched his son with tearful eyes, his hands made fists next to his thighs.

His mind was still processing that this baby was the one he told so many stories about ever since he got the notice about his upcoming fatherhood, the one he would kiss every morning and every night.

The one he both was desperate to see and yet, terrified. It had filled Nikolai with doubt and fear that kept him up at night as your third trimester passed by. The one about repeating his childhood story all over again, with this innocent creature. That he would become like his parents.

"Do you want to carry him?" you asked, your soft voice breaking him out of his rummaging.

Nikolai shook his head slightly, stopping as he looked at his son stirring slightly, as if he felt his rejection too, trying to call his attention. Your hand cupped his little body as you shushed at him. "I… I don't want to carry him wrong and hurt him. I think he's more comfortable on your chest, my sweet."

You tried to meet his gaze without success. "I think he would like to hear your heartbeat up close," you whispered to him, your free hand patting his. "He must miss it from when you curled up against my belly to sing him." Even when he wasn't seeing your smile, you hoped your words could express your trust just as clearly. "You could never hurt your child, Nikolai. Look at me."

Your hand tugged his shirt, the first one you'd seen so unkept from all the fumbling around he did during your labor; walking around the room with you, carrying you over to the bed when your water broke during the morning meeting, keeping the court away despite the centuries-old protocols that obliged them to see the moment of his child's entrance to the world.

With his shoulders sagging, he looked exhausted. Not a very common sight of the King, not even with you, as he always tried to keep you motivated and happy until he snapped under the pressure.

He couldn't hold your gaze for long, but it was something.

"You'll be a very good father. And I know it because you'd been one ever since we knew this little one will be coming into our lives. Do you believe me?"

Nikolai nodded, smiling between his gaze blurred with tears. "Of course, I believe you. You're a wise Queen and an even wiser mother." He kissed the top of your hair, your smell reassuring him. "Thank you, my love. I should be the one cheering you up after this and look at me. I suppose some things never change." He slid closer to you, sitting along the bed, his back against the headrest, rubbing his palms together as if he were about to start another flying ship prototype.

"Is he as light as he looks?" he muttered, his pinky slowly brushing his baby's face, marveling at the softest texture of his round and tiny cheek.

You giggled. "Quite the contrary."

Nikolai slid his hand over the baby's back, careful with his head as he picked him up against his arms. He was so warm and delicate, a sweet aroma washing over them as he kissed his baby's head.

"Hello, my son. I'm your daddy," he whispered, looking at the stray tufts of blonde hair that had started slipping off the hat. "Do you remember me? I promise I will continue to tell you stories and sing you songs from your crib. I love you so much, and I always will."

Contrary to what Nikolai imagined, his child remained calm in his embrace without the need for your gentle shushing. The King didn't want to tear his look away from such a beautiful sight; sweeping over to his closed eyes, the slightly pouted lips, the little nose he wanted to poke so badly just as he did with you. He just couldn't believe that such an adorable creature was his child, part of his blood, and an unbreakable bond with the love of his life.

"He's so small," he whispered, rocking him softly as the midwives had taught him to do. "I can't believe he's ours." His voice was hoarse, a knot in his throat as he gazed down at the bundle of bliss he was holding. "Thank you, my love. He is the most wonderful gift I could've ever asked for."

He felt your hand resting against his thigh, the mattress dipping as you moved slightly closer. "I wish you could see your face right now," you said, your own voice broke with emotion. "You look so happy."

"I don't think happy can describe how I feel right now, my love." He asked himself if this was what people seeking miracles from the Saints would feel at seeing their prayers fulfilled; with their hearts filled and their souls lighter. Even when the dark part of him still muttered that he didn't deserve to feel this way, Nikolai hugged his child closer, thinking that he was a new puzzle piece of his that would never be ripped apart from him.

"My beautiful boy. I will forever protect you and your mother." He leaned down to kiss his child's forehead again, staying there for a moment to hear his breath. "You two are my life."

Just like your breathing soothed him when he was haunted by his nightmares, the steady sound of his child's breath warmed him from the inside. The promise that he wasn't alone anymore, that he will never be.

Nikolai looked at you, the nurses already finished cleaning you up with damp towels. "I'm so proud of what you've given me, my love. Thank you. I shall start showing you in gifts, though I'm afraid I would never be able to pay you back."

You smiled, your eyes half-closed with the exhaustion of the labor piling up now that your child was in the safest place he could be: in his father's arms. "Perhaps not, but I think your love should do."

"What a humble queen I have." He said with a chuckle, one of his hands brushing along your cheek. "You should rest now."

His child was sound asleep too, used to hearing his father talk, the rumble of his chest, and the lull of his steady heartbeat reminiscing of when he was still inside his mother.

"Are you going to present him to the court now?" you said, trying to conceal a yawn with your hand. "They'd been waiting all day."

Nikolai held the baby close, carefully laying next to you on the bed with the baby atop his chest. "And I'll be waiting to see him for months, so I'll be keeping him to myself a little longer. I don't want the courtiers to besiege us asking if they can carry him."

"Hmmm…" you said, already half-asleep. "Very jealous."

He nudged you playfully, one of his hands tugging the bedsheet over your body. "Only for you two."

You didn't answer, your breath growing profound and slower, a familiar rhythm that echoed in the silent bedroom when he returned too late from so many duties to fulfill.

Nikolai was tired too, but part of him didn't wish to fall asleep, still not satisfied with the view of his perfect family conjured from his deepest dreams. It wasn't like the beginning of your marriage when he used to wake up thinking you were just a fantasy, he just wanted to take in the sight of his baby and decipher everything about him, about being a father.

You had told him that it was normal to commit mistakes, that it was normal not to be a perfect parent all the time, including him. That your baby and you will always love him because he always amended his missteps.

Nikolai gazed over his baby, his eyelids heavy. He felt the comforting warmth of your body next to him, the soothing weight of his child above his heart. Calmed, he closed his eyes to recover some energy until the baby stirred awake.

Everything was as it was supposed to be, with his entire world tucked in bed with him, safe and happy.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x you #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #nikolai lantsov imagine

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 months

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Me: omg I love the SoH ROs so much all I wanna do is daydream about them

Me, daydreaming about them: what if they almost died... What if they're bleeding out... What if the MC is bleeding out...

Unfortunately they're all blorbos now, which means I want them to suffer (affectionate)

Which brings the question, in a near death situation, which one of the ROs goes for a dramatic one liner and which one tries to actually say something meaningful?

Blade: he isn't one for drama so I feel like he just wouldn't really think, "i'm dying so this may be my last chance to say something," and would just be like "you... need to get out of here..." (always thinking of the other person), but if he did think he was dying, he'd try to say something meaningful!

Trouble: I don't think Trouble thinks he can be killed for real so he'd probably not even notice the severity of his own wounds, like "I'm fine, stop fussing over me and help [someone else wounded] or get after the enemy or etc.!!!" Not necessarily being nobly selfless like Blade, just sort of not aware how close he is to death and so isn't thinking about it/taking it seriously

Tallys: if she actually thinks she has a real shot of dying, she's staying calm and composed for the other person's sake and is going to fade away with quiet dignity, but she's definitely going to exchange some of the most heartfelt, gut-wrenching, meaningful words anyone's ever heard in their life on her hypothetical deathbed

Shery: I think she'd be sort of panicking and hysterical and trying to think of something meaningful to say, but it'd probably come off as menial, like "Make sure to look after Caine, and... please look after my plants..." Like frantically trying to go down a checklist and sort of being confused and panicky rather than having the wherewithal to actually say what she'd want to say in that kind of situation!

Riel: he'd be extremely calm and would be dishing out instructions on how it's going to go down and what's going to happen next. Basically getting his affairs in order in an efficient and tidy way as he's like literally bleeding out lol, by his composure alone you wouldn't think he was wounded! Basically the exact opposite of Shery, and it would only be in the final few moments of consciousness that he could stop being totally "logical" and he'd get quiet and be like, oh. this could actually be the end. In which case he'd try to sneak in something heartfelt and striking and poignant, but he'd probably have expended all his energy on the first part and would lose consciousness halfway through, so no one would know what he was going to say, and he "wouldn't remember" when he woke up lol

Chase: I think it really depends on the situation... he's been in so many near-death scenarios that he's gotten out of perfectly fine that it's a bit hum-drum for him now, so if it's a simple matter of "oh no i've been shot and i'm bleeding out" he'd probably go for the quip or the dramatic one-liner purely to put the people around him at ease or get them to crack a smile, but if it's like a "oh I'm already dead and there's no way anyone's going to save me except by literal intervention of the gods", maybe he'd say something more meaningful?? It really depends on who's with him and how lucid he is, though!

Red: he'd try to be bracing and good-hearted about it so as to not worry anyone or sabotage himself while he's down (he's of the mindset that if you embrace/accept death too preemptively, you're more likely to die, whereas if you act like it's going to be fine, there's a higher chance that, like, placebo effect will somehow help you pull through), so he'd be like, "Don't worry, haha, I've had worse..." *is bleeding out from a gut shot* "YOU HAVE??" "Well, no, but it hardly hurts..." I think if he genuinely thought it was too late for him, he'd say something meaningful, but it would take a lot for him to get to that point lol

Ayla: I feel like she'd just be pissed and not accepting the gravity of the situation, like, "Why are you all looking at me like that, I'm fine??? Blood replaces itself, you are being dramatic" So she probably wouldn't "waste time" on being sentimental when she can just WILL herself to get better, but if it got to the point where she thinks it's genuinely over, she'd abruptly get scared, emotional, tearful, and she'd probably choke out something vulnerable, like "I don't want to go like this..."

Briony: I think she'd be in shock and would behave similarly to Shery where she would just be saying whatever was racing through her mind, so it could possibly be meaningful and vulnerable, like "I always wanted to... [x]" or it could be somewhat nonsensical or brushing the whole thing off, like "It's just a scratch, I just need to rest, make sure that so-and-so is seen to because I saw that they were limping..." (thinking she's just going to pass out now)

Lavinet: I think she'd be very noble and dignified and graceful in near-death, like she'd arrange herself very beautifully and would be lying there in some infirmary bed with her hair spread out across the pillow as so-and-so clutches her hand and weeps and she murmurs to them to not to worry and tells them "her last words" in a delivery and meaningfulness straight from a dramatic novel

Halek: I think the first time he'd say something so flippant and stupid, like "Holy shit, getting shot is such a pain" -> 😵 (passes out) and if he had the luck of waking up again he'd be like "oh my god those could have been my last words" and he'd take it more seriously the next time and try to think of something more meaningful beforehand lol

#Shepherds of Haven #angst #sort of #it's more silly than anything but there you have it!#all characters #hypothetical scenario #near death #near death experience #dying

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musashi · 3 months

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honestly though if you want a really good technique for avoiding annoying people in fandom, get attached to a widely hated character! or, if you can't make yourself do that? just pretend you are. pick the WORST character. the nastiest, most despicable, most vile character. or the most overhated and misunderstood one, who might not have even done anything wrong. what matters isn't the content of their character, just that they generate discourse. i'm talking your vriskas. find the vriska. pretend they are your favourite if they're not.

then, early on in any given interaction with a new fandom person, mention that they are your favourite. and watch how the person reacts.

i have two characters i do this with. the first is fi from the legend of zelda. her heinous crime that swaths upon swaths of gamerboys decided to froth with rage over for years is that she makes them feel emasculated because she likes to infodump. she is handholdy, she is helpful, and she is blunt and robotic and lacks any semblance of charisma or sex appeal. therefore she is nothing. and she is my favourite video game character of all time. i mention this early on and study the reaction of my conversational partner.

fi weeds out the kind of people i want to avoid in that fandom: misogynists. smug gamerbro types who make you spew novels of lore before they respect your opinion. no one like that is going to like fi, they have nothing to gain from her and everything to hate about her.

the second one is manfred von karma. he orphaned a child and then framed that child for murder 15 years later just, like, for fun. just 'cause he was having a hot girl moment. aforementioned orphan is the traumatized autistic darling of the fandom who all the twitter girlies love to project onto and hate to see any form of nuance in. mvk is cartoonishly evil and has no redeeming qualities. he is unpleasant to be around. he is controlling and cruel. and he's an old disabled man so basically no one besides faggots with good taste find him hot. when talking with ace attorney fans i bring it up as soon as possible that he's like my blorbo of all time. my silly rabbit. i talk about him like he's the fucking sun in my sky and i call him 'papa' because my cringey fictionkin ass does what they want and i watch people squirm and writhe and unperson me for it.

like fi, mvk very specifically roots out a very specific subset of this fandom i dislike: fanon-poisoned twitterbrained AA fans who "play the games" through fanfiction and incorrectquotes. they all think mvk is a child abuser (because evil, evil mean abuse kids, cannot be complex, all evil do a child abuse) and so they point their fingers and call me an abuse apologist because that's activism to them or whatever. they can do whatever they want as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, of course, but they're annoying and i want them to leave me alone. and because i love this monster they've created, they do.

the throughline here is: anyone who gets this fucking worked up over made-up pretend people is probably severely online, and uses fandom discourse as a personality replacement. what ever flavour of severely online it is, it's generally best not to associate with people like that because 9/10 times they are fucking deranged and are just waiting on you to cross them in some meaningless way so they can unperson you.

so, my advice to you: find the vriska. find the vriska, love the vriska, do it as early as possible. it will save you SO much time. weed out the people who respond with screeching and wriggling. keep close the people who say things like "haha whaaat? alright, explain that for me!"

#wordy wendy

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gffa · 10 months

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Ahsoka's place in SW can be a complicated thing, because I feel both things about her--I too am often frustrated by how Filoni writes her, but I too am also grateful that her character exists and isn't the "default" straight white cis dude character. (Though, I do wish she were played by someone other than RD because of All That.)

Ahsoka got so much flak when she first appeared, people hated her just for existing, for daring to take up any space in the Star Wars story, and then she swung around to being nearly put on a pedestal by a large chunk of the fandom, she was lionized pretty heavily in some corners, and I think we're now going through the further growing pains of backlash against the hype, especially because Ahsoka is in the position of often being used as a bludgeon against the Jedi.

To be honest, I don't see nearly as much criticism of Ahsoka's character as I do for other popular characters, I see far more of Obi-Wan and Anakin and Yoda, but maybe that's just the sphere of experience I have, but I see that criticism balanced out with a ton of fic, art, and positive commentary about her. And it makes me wonder if she's in that awkward spot of not quite as central to the story as the movie characters, but more important than almost any other SW character (in the sense of any one character ever being able to be more "important" than another, you know what I mean) where we haven't quite settled into a stable balance of how to approach her character.

So, she's high level enough now that she can take some people being critical of her character or even just flat-out not being kind to her, because she has so much support from the story itself and from all across the fandom, even as honestly I haven't seen much that's been notably mean to her character. Sure, I see a few posts talking about how Ahsoka is Filoni's Blorbo, but are they truly more common than the posts that are celebrating her character? Genuinely wondering, because that hasn't been my experience. (Honestly, I would say Qui-Gon fans have it worse, given that he's another of Filoni's Blorbos, just without the added bonus of actually having anything fun to counter balance it, where even the people who say he was a True Jedi don't really care about Qui-Gon, you know? There's no skits, no commentary, etc. Just a handful of fic authors who are quietly doing their own thing and being the good in the world they want to see.)

At the same time, I get what you're feeling, that it feels uncomfortable to be critical of a female character, especially one who is played by a WOC, especially in a fandom that is pretty fucking vicious towards female characters having anything to actually do in the story. That the criticism of Ahsoka's character/status as Filoni's Blorbo isn't always fair or considerate, because people are frustrated and SW fandom wears all our nerves down to the last.

I'm not really sure where I land with all of this, because I get both sides, the frustration and the affection both, and I think there needs to be space for both in fandom just because we can't police other people's reactions to stuff. It's hard to continue liking her when she's being pitted against your faves, it's hard to be kind to Jedi fans when they're frustrated because she's being used as a bludgeon against their faves, it's hard to just walk away from people ignoring that Ahsoka is really meaningful to a lot of people because she's a non-romance-focused female character coded as/played by a woman of color, it's hard not to feel like Ahsoka's such a popular character that she can take a few people on tumblr not liking her.

My best advice is to just keep loving Ahsoka in the way that you think will attract the other friends you want to have around you--like, for me, when I talk about Anakin, I often try to do so in a way that's affectionate towards him and the Jedi, how much they loved him and how much I think he loved them in returned, because that's who I want to gravitate towards in fandom, those who like both. I try to do the same with Qui-Gon now and again, when I start getting frustrated by how he's used to bludgeon the Jedi, I start going HEY GUESS WHAT I'M EMOTIONS ABOUT HOW MUCH QUI-GON LOVED HIS JEDI FAMILY and it makes me feel better! I would love to see more people do the same with Ahsoka! Prop her up by appealing to how much she loves other characters, too! Like, every time I get frustrated at the way some of fandom treats her, I remember SHE WANTED TO GO BACK TO THE JEDI, SHE LOVED THEM, and I'm like THAT IS MY GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE IS SO BRAVE TO STRUGGLE THROUGH ALL THIS AND STILL FIND THE LOVE IN HER HEART.

Or sometimes, like with Bo-Katan, I like to lean into them being a hot mess because yessssssss I love a hot mess of a lady because I am a hot mess of a lady and Felt That. I hope Ahsoka gets to be all kinds of deliciously fucked up in her series and making mistakes and learning and being interesting and working her way back to the surface from her own depths because she is SUCH a strong character and deserves to be crunchy as hell/have bite as a character, like HOW MANY YEARS did she stew in her guilt about Anakin, refusing to let it go? How long did she hold onto that fear, so much that even the Force had to smack her in the face to try to make her let it go on Lothal? GIRL, I AM CRYING FOR YOU, YOU HAVE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH, LET ME GET YOU SOME SOUP AND I HOPE THE FORCE-GHOSTS ALL COME BOTHER YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE EATING ENOUGH, because I love a character that has bite.

This kind of got away from me, but that's usually where I end up when trying to wrap my head around the frustration of a character's place in fandom. I get why people are frustrated with the way Filoni writes her, but also the frustration of feeling like the important representation of her character sometimes gets lost in the shuffle, that both sides have validity, and my best way out of this is to double down on loving everyone in this bar.

#ahsoka tano #meta #rosario dawson #<--blacklisting tag

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our-death-means-flag · 2 years

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Headcanons: Hugging the Crew of the Revenge

All of them are my blorbos. I want to hug them. So, here’s that. First time posting on this account! Sorry if this sucks! Platonic or Romantic, up to you!

Stede

Probably not very experienced in giving hugs

Always liked the idea and wanted to hug people but it’s not very ‘proper’ and the poor guy didn’t really have any friends so hasn’t gotten to give many hugs

Has many stored up hugs waiting to be unleashed

Would be very eager but would probably overthink it

Give him a heads up. He wants to set up the ideal hug! Tea, pillows, blankets, the whole nine!

He would go and change into his softest clothes for the occasion

Fumbles his way through the first few seconds but once he gets a good handle on it, he gives very good hugs

Hugs you very gently

Would be happy to read to you while hugging you if it would make you feel better

(It would also make him feel better)

Very soft (fine fabrics) and smells amazing

Just one hug from Stede and you’ll be smelling like flowers for the rest of your day

Probably does the awkward dad pat on the back

Probably also not super experienced in hugs

But also very very excited

A very forceful hugger

He gets very excited okay?

Also he strong

He will 100% squeeze the air out of your lungs

Would also appreciate being squeezed

(Ed would love weighted blankets and I will die on this hill)

Also probably the most likely to pick you up and swing you around

He won’t drop you don’t worry

Despite all the shenanigans, his hugs feel very warm and sturdy

He was probably overthinking just as much as Stede but he’s just better at bluffing confidence

How does he win a hug?

If you tell him you he did a good job with it, congratulations, he will now hug you whenever he sees you

Will probably ask for another hug right after putting you down

Izzy

Hugs for the rat-man

Local meow-meow has never been hugged

Will insist up and down that he doesn’t want/need a hug

He absolutely does but will never ask

Also no way is he self aware enough to even consider the possibility that he might need one

If you somehow manage to give him a hug, he will have absolutely no idea what to do

Will probably stand there, hands awkwardly in the air like someone has him at gunpoint until you tell him it’s okay to touch you

Once he properly is hugging you he will melt immediately

This man is incredibly touch starved and this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to him

He gets one (1) kind gesture and he immediately has an existential crisis

Might cry and if you let him hide his face in your shoulder he’ll cry harder

Let him cry. Poor guy needs a good cry

Hugs incredibly gently by default (He doesn’t want to hurt you)

Will probably never ask for another hug but will be thinking about it for a long time

Please hug him again

Lucius

Gives very good hugs, nice, comforting

Definitely knows what to say to make you feel better

Also pretty open with affection in general

Loops his arm over your shoulder when talking etc.

Would probably whisper something flirty in your ear just to watch you get flustered (If you’re alright with it of course)

Would also go for the ass grab (he asks first of course)

If you’re strong enough to carry him, he would 100% ask you to

Though if you say yes even once he will keep asking. He’s kind of lazy and very flirty so he would be living the dream getting carried around

Also wouldn’t hesitate to rally the entire crew to give you a group hug if he thought it would help you

Black Pete

Would initially insist he’s too cool for hugs

This doesn’t last more that ten seconds because he actually really likes hugs and will fold very quickly even if you don’t push

Seamlessly switches over to claiming he gives the best and coolest hugs

They are pretty cool hugs admittedly

Comfy but a bit on the tight side

Would give you a very strong pat on the back

Like a little too hard but he means well

He’s trying

Jim

Doesn’t strike me as someone who likes hugs all that much

Not very physically affectionate in general

If they did give one they’d probably be very gentle and they’d do their best to move slowly not to spook you since that’s what they’d prefer

Their hugs feel very safe and comforting

Jim would feel protective of you while they’re hugging you

They’re glaring at everyone over your shoulder

If Oluwande dragged them into a group hug they’d be a bit more comfortable with that

They’d probably prefer slinging their arm over your shoulder and sitting next to you to a proper hug

Comfortable but not too much touching involved

Olu

Very very good hugs

I can not emphasize enough how comfy and good his hugs would be

A true master of hugs

Knows exactly how much force to use and how long to make it

Would gently rub your back

Tells you that everything is going to be okay and you can’t not believe him

His hugs feel so safe you could easily fall asleep in his arms

He would let you if you did

Also probably send Jim to make sure everyone else keeps it down so you can sleep

10000/10 hug

Frenchie

Loves hugs and physical affection

The kind of person who would greet you with a hug

Careful at first but that’s mostly because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

Once you give him permission, he will hug you whenever he can

If you hug him from behind he can also play something for you

Cuddles. So many cuddles

Will happily share a blanket or a pillow with you

Wee John

Loves hugs

Very comfy and soft and warm

Probably very careful about how tightly to hold you

Would pick you up and carry you around

He might drop you

Depending on where you both are and how close you two are he might just book it running

For the chaos

Would totally let you sleep on top of him (He is a very cozy bed)

Roach

This might be overly specific but I think he’d be the type to run up behind you and jump scare you with a hug from behind

If you do it back to him he would be pretty happy and proud

Personally I don’t think that startling someone on a ship where most people are armed is a great idea but in his mind if he gets stabbed he can fix it

What’s a little stabbing but a garnish on a hug?

Generally likes hugging from behind

If you’re trying some food he made for you he’d probably be draped over your shoulders like a blanket while waiting for your opinion

The Swede

The Tackle Hug™

He got excited and just went for it

Sent both of you flying

He felt really bad about it and apologized a lot

Will do it again the next time he wants to hug someone

No matter how many times it happens, he will never learn

Stede might suggest that the Swede uses it again during a raid as an attack and you have mixed feelings about that

Ivan

Hug neutral

If you need one or if a hug would make you feel better he’d be fine with that

Probably won’t seek out hugs on his own though

You can cry or fall asleep in his arms and he’ll be fine with that

Will happily take care of you

Fang

I think he would be a little nervous

He hasn’t given many hugs and he really doesn’t want to mess up

Would probably tell you that he’s nervous

Once you assure him everything’s going to be okay he gives you a very good hug

Gets very excited and will be grinning for a while

Very safe and warm

Buttons

Would give surprisingly good hugs

Gives you a comforting pat on the back

Grandpa hug vibes

Karl or Olivia would probably join in and perch on your head or shoulder (They also want you to know they support you)

Buttons would insist that the sea gives the best hugs. (You have no idea what to make of that. He probably isn’t threatening to throw you overboard. Probably )

Also make sure you do not ask him while he is moonbathing

He would absolutely pause the moonbathing to hug you

But he will not pause to put on pants

Be warned

#ofmd x reader #our flag means death #izzy hands x reader #israel hands x reader #edward teach x reader #stede bonnet x reader #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader #blackbeard x reader #could probably write whole fics for stede ed and Izzy #if anyone wants #count all the times a self conscious writer uses the word probably in a set of headcanons #im very nervous #this sat in my drafts for a week

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