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writtengalaxies · 6 months
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A request for my evil boys? Anti, Dark, Necromancer, and Murdoch specifically. If you could. And just where they like to kiss or show physical affection...?
Thank you!!
Of course! Here's your mean man squad:
Anti is just a thighs man. I do not control this, this is just. How it is. If you're wearing shorts, his head is in your lap. He doesn't have a prefered spot for kissing, but 100% likes to nip and bite. He does have claws, too, and you know that he gives the best head-scritches and back scritches. He also is a little clingy, and will hold you tight and growl if he thinks anything has upset you. He's like a perpetually pissed off guard dog like that.
Dark gives kisses like an old-timey gentleman: knuckles, palms, when he's feeling overly affectionate it's one per finger. When he starts getting spicy, it turns into kisses against the inside of your wrist and up your arms. Very Gomez Addams style. In public, his hand will be on your shoulder or resting on your upper arm, but in private he will offer you his arm, offer to carry you...you know, all the sweet parts of Damien he thought were buried deep and lost to time.
Necromancer is putting the neck romance in necromancy. Bad joke? Yes. But he's looming and likes to use that height and impression to make you feel small. He favors your neck and shoulders, and if he's standing behind you, pressing kisses to that spot just behind your ear. His hands are on your waist almost constantly, like a reminder that he can move you whenever he wants. He will not ask, he will carry you.
And if you thought Necromancer would carry you...Murdoch has both the sweetest and most possessive actions of them all. Hands always on your hips, always holding you close. His kisses burn with bites from sharp teeth and a need to almost own you in everything he does. He doesn't kiss your neck so much as your throat, and he seeks out your pulse points to bite marks into. You get thrown over his shoulder far far too often, really. 
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FNAF movie Mike vs Vanny on ordering pizzaplex food
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carbonateds-oda · 2 months
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teen dazai hands chuuya the most obnoxiously decorated card w a weirdly ominous message written inside and gets super upset bc chuuya can’t figure out that it’s supposed to be a valentines day card
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oceanamethyst · 1 month
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"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. KNIFE ATTACK!!! 🔪🗡🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪
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Stede + Being a Wonderful Dad Captain for @stedebonnets
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julius ceasar has been dead for 2068 slutty slutty years, long may we torment him.
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chronicallyblonde · 1 year
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julius caesar has been dead for 2067 slutty, slutty years
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Caard
✧ Shall we dance? ✧
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freckleslikestars · 1 year
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We should totally just stab Caesar!
Mean Girls | 2004
Happy Ides of March!
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writtengalaxies · 1 year
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Do you have any headcanons of how they (Actor, Dark, Murdock, Night, Yancy or actually any egos that you think that would fit) treat the reader as friends or as lovers or even friends to lovers?
FRIENDS TO LOVERS MY BELOVED TROPE.
ACTOR
At first, it was less that you were friends and more that you were convenient to him. You were open, too open about things with him. But then he got to know you more.
Despite his best attempts, he let himself get close to you. Oh, he called you his friend in public, treated you well and kindly...but the truth struggled in his heart and in his rare moments of lonely silence--
He had fallen hard and fast and wanted you to look at only him. Not the heartache after heartache that followed you, not the men who stood you up on dates. Him.
He offered to take you on a date every time. "Forget them, come out with me." And you kept turning him down...after all, he was too polished, too out of your league, right?
It wasn't until he was holding you after another heartbreak that he actually confessed to you, how you held his heart and how he needed to see you smile. He was fine with it being one-sided, that was how all the great loves of his life had been so far, he could live with another. But he needed to see you smile again.
Maybe you should have waited until you weren't a half-sobbing mess to kiss him, but...
He treats you perfectly. Professional, if doting in public, gives his all to you in private. Wants nothing but your smile in return...though he does hold you a bit tighter, sneers a little more at anyone who looks your way.
You chose him, after all...no one else gets to see you smile.
DARK
He tolerates you at best, to start...one wouldn't necessarily call it friendship so much as maybe calling you a lackey.
But when you don't flinch during one of his episodes of rage....he starts to rethink things.
Others hadn't seen him even consider anyone outside of Wilford a friend, and even sometimes that was questionable.
But you end up being a closer friend than even he expected. And as time goes on, he realizes there's something more there. A feeling he thought had died long ago, alongside the people within him, alongside his emotions that weren't just anger and hate.
At the core, Dark is two people from the 1920s, and peak traditional romance is a thing. Small gifts, usually flowers. Sweets. Little things to show he's thinking of you.
When he does finally ask you out, the normally stoic man is...nervous. Fidgety. Soft.
He does care, after all. You bring out a gentle side to him, ground him closer in a humanity he thought he had lost. In return, he protects you from everything.
It's no secret that you're his favorite. Not when he treats you the way he does.
MURDOCK
One would expect someone who enjoys such gruesome things to be a loner. And he is.
But you...you catch his eye. You like true crime and he couldn't help but find a delightful irony in trying to pinpoint if you could actually pick a murderer out of a crowd like him.
You have a glint to your eye that he likes as you talk over coffee, the first starts of your unlikely friendship, at least from his point of view.
And then he notices...your eyes dart to every place he has a hidden knife. The places he conceals them, knowing the average person wouldn't look for one strapped there, but you do. And you know his knives are there, because he watches your eyebrow quirk up.
Very quickly, he learns that you know. You know. You gently bring up the deaths that were caused by his hands, and he smiles.
The friendship itself doesn't last terribly long. He's patient only in one way, and that's his art.
It's a bit of a double-edged sword, where a breakup would be...messy and likely end with your disappearance, to put it lightly, but the two of you get together like gasoline on a fire. He brings you treasures, trophies, tells you all the gritty details so you can cuddle and watch the reports on TV and laugh at how wrong they are.
NIGHT
Gods don't really have friends, per say. Followers, worshippers...but friends?
He meets you when he bothers to spend time among the mortals. Disguised as one of them with the laziest of attempts, and yet no one realizes he's not one of them.
Until, of course...he meets you, and you recognize him right away. You aren't a follower of his, you don't worship him. In fact, you sneer a little, make a jab at how sad it is for a god to mingle like this.
The man appreciates sarcasm, sass, and a sharp mind, what can he say. So, for the first time in his very long life, he makes a friend. With you.
Sure, as things progress, you never really reach partner status. After all, you're just human, and he's very much not. But friends with...definitely one would say benefits, over time.
Whenever you bring up the point of your mortality, he gets quiet, pensive in ways that you never really see. The man has a sharp tongue, so you'd expect some response about it, but it never comes.
Things are serious, you know, when after a decade for you but what must be a blink for him, he brings you something to eat, quietly pleading with you to consume it then and there.
After your body stops feeling like it's been filled with fire and ice at the same time, he holds you close, telling you that you can figure out your new godly domains together after you fully recover.
YANCY
The King of the Prison Block might have plenty of friends, and that is how you met, after all...outside of the penitentiary? He's only got you.
But he's charming, and once he gets over his own initial shyness, he has tons again. It's all thanks to you.
There are times where, when it's just the two of you and he lets his guard down, Yancy quietly admits he'd like something more from someone. But he's never asked anyone out on a date.
He's afraid they don't like him back, not like that. You reassure him, and you catch him looking at you softly. Like a friend, right?
He asks you for advice exactly once. 
"How do youse ask someone out?"
"Ask them to go to the movies with you or something like that."
"...Do youse maybe wanna go to the movies with me?"
After you get over your initial shock, and you agree, he treats you so well, with a gentle tenderness you've always known was there.
BONUS: ENGI
You aren't just friends. You're best friends.
He trusts you with his life...and since almost the day you met, his heart.
Before, he would have insisted you were soulmates in the way best friends are: parts of a whole that find each other.
But now, after everything? He knows it's more than that. Because you saw the absolute worst he could be...and you still held him, still comforted him, still trusted.
How could he not fall in love with someone who didn't give up on him when he would have so easily?
He can't say anything, though. You're the captain, after all, everyone is looking at you, to you.
You make the first move. Asking him, cheekily, when he's going to finally ask you out.
He cries, the first time you kiss him, because now he knows this is real.
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Kit sparring flirting being a brat
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sensitiveheartless · 8 months
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Ok, so Muppet AU! Every ability user in canon is a muppet, except for Dazai, who nullifies both abilities and the physical state of being a muppet!
Now that that’s established:
Bram is already kind of a muppet, right?
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(Whenever Bram spreads the vampirism, the newly infected muppet just gains a pair of glued-in fangs)
Corruption is just muppet-Chuuya on a string, being swung wildly about like the killer rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail
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Imagine you are a muppet for as long as you can remember, and then one weird human pokes you, and suddenly you are also human for the first time alsksjdjf
Oh and the best part of this AU is Ranpo!!! Because if Fukuzawa convinced Ranpo that he had an ability when he was fifteen, then that means that Fukuzawa simultaneously had to convince a human boy that he was a muppet.
And Ranpo believes this for years.
Ranpo, a human man: “Haha, I have the best ability in the agency! >:D”
Atsushi, a tiger-muppet who has just learned how all this works:
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sonnetforbonnet · 4 months
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Listen. One of my favorite parts of the "stab me" scene is Stede calling Ed a nut. Like, I could listen to him say "I've stabbed you, you nut!" over and over again. It's sweet, incredibly endearing, and just so so silly.
And then the writers had the absolute NERVE to bring it back when Ed died? How did they expect me to recover from this? Why would they devastate us in this way? What gave them the right?
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canisalbus · 3 months
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I'd like to say that I love your art but never really saw the older stuff where Machete is just getting the shit kicked out of him by a homophobic universe so I only know your cute gay dogs as operatically dramatic dudes getting into Situations that only homosexuality can save them from.
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