#voice | speech hc;

[middlechildnonsense]

Mikey's first word was "Daddy," followed by about ten minutes of giggling as Splinter cried over him. It was immediately followed by "eat."

Leo's first words were: "Daddy, he doesn't like the yellow one," after Splinter dared to try and feed Donnie pineapple when the twins were three. Splinter was so flabbergasted that he took Leo's word on what Donnie liked until they were fourteen (he was never wrong, but Splinter wanted to get better at knowing his kids).

Donnie's first word was "Blue," said in the most heartbreaking whimper while he was sick and therefore separated from his brothers; Leo has never let him live it down. He was only a little over a year old, but had always been vocal about what he did and did not want.

Raph didn't speak until he was ten; his first words were "Step off, bitch!" At a stranger who tried to pick Mikey up while they were playing near the sewer grate.

#turtle tots #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #i love the hc that raph was delayed in speech but i also think it would be hilarious if sweet little raph the good boi of his brothers #just let out the scariest voice at some rando he thinks is going for his brother

[wraithsoutlaws]

i agree with your chronic pain headcanon! i forgot to mention he walks a bit, hm… differently and i always thought he was in a lot of pain :( i like ur thoughts, i would kindly like to hear a few more heheh ♥︎🥹🫴🏻

Yes! His posture is a little hunched and tbh he just looks heavy (well you know, he probably is fsdakfjasl) But I definitely think pain and general discomfort is a big part of it. I will happily share a few more thoughts 🤲

Going back to the last anon re: the optics and the massive headaches that they would likely cause, I have a HC that Dum Dum (and hell maybe other Maelstromers tbh) also have a kind of echolocation cyberware. If the optics are compromised or otherwise unusable for whatever reason, they can be switched off and this can be used for sight instead. (DD is a lil bat boy i will not budge on this). They probably have built in modes like night/heat vision also and I like to think he can control separate lenses individually, like zoom on certain areas at a time, or switch on different settings between them. Also that he has a sensor at the back of his head/neck to alert him of movement. And controllable hearing cyberware that he can turn up or down, because I think it would be really funny if he's sitting in Totentanz just :3 while Tinnitus is blaring but hes got it turned down and ignoring everybody listening to Samurai or something else instead.

Oh! And he does his own cyberware maintenance if he can. He's no ripper (though I bet he's watched a lot of the procedures they've done and cut up enough people himself) but he has a good understanding of tech at least and if it's non-invasive you'll see him fine-tuning stuff, sticking a screwdriver into his tummy or whatever else concerning hardware. I see him more techie than runner, so when it comes down to coding and software I think he's a little more liable to seek outside help but he's by no means a stranger to that either.

#also got thoughts re: brain/memory damage going on but i've talked a bit about that in the past #and the 'speech thought' idea in the No Coincidence novel is also really interesting to me #having a sort of constant connection to other members of the gang that's invisible to everyone else #i figure that its just like a holocall? but is done through whatever interface their cyberware has instead of through voice #but it did make me think about them all sort of being able to sense each other in some way #knowing/feeling when another is zeroed or otherwise offline #idk idk i haven't thought too hard about That but its interesting!! #anyways as always these are just my silly little hc's so take them as you will!

[vullcanica]

@nightmarecountry : “God, you’re like a fancy dinner plate that you don’t wanna budge off the edge of the table.” (I'm sorry dan)

It's usually meant as a compliment, he's found. The way people look at him and think of rare, pretty, cold things by way of comparison. He's learned to accept it without much complaint, learned to gratify it when someone's tone dips saccharine and their flattery turns demeaning. Pearl, painting, plate. Proper perfect Perkins.

He's been called a thing before, in as many words as one could manage.

He's never been called fragile.

Doesn't expect to sting as much as it does, his skin assumedly thicker to the sentiment but, by god, this man - this creature or thing, whatever it is which does not seem to breathe and whose eyes clack enamel behind their shades - he makes it sound affronting. His tone lilts southern, mawkish and cloying, almost sticky-slurred from all the wretched saliva gathered just behind bared teeth, and Daniel's skin prickles. The gravel rumble pitch unnerves where it should charm, eerie in its artificiality like a distorted record. Like a predator growl. There's something wrong and enchanting and infuriating about it all.

You don't know the half of it, he thinks, suddenly, oddly possessed by an urge to defy the assumption. To commit the debasement of gracing a farce with answer. He should leave instead. Run. But disdain is a mighty root and the scowl cannot be helped when Daniel looks at him from beneath heavy brows - luciferian with anger too polite to become fury. His lips curl to stave off a rude tone. He thinks he ought to snarl but can't justify the reaction.

"I think you'll find.. I've weathered worse than a 'budge'."

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ‒ danny ║ IN CHARACTER #nightmarecountry. #presenting one of the most visceral reactions this man's ever had to someone talking #me watching corinth's scenes again studying his speech so i can more accurately portray danny being unnerved: boyd holbrook man that u are #oh boy the way he sometimes barely parts his teeth to talk.. but then they're so often bared?? #i can imagine it's practically //maddening// for dan to listen to him at all #something about a perfectly regular voice but it sounds entirely out of place in a way that makes your skin crawl #i mostly went off of your hc about how dream made him specifically to be irresistible #so that particular detail is at war with all the red flags dan can immediatelly sense and hear #i should add daniel can't quite pinpoint nor really rationalize everything he's hearing at this time either #he's only hyperaware something's OFF #[shrugs] i just think they're neat #corinth: h- #danny [shaking like a chihuahua]: ohm y god shut th e fuCK UP

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya and Albedo both have a knack for vocal mimicry, though Kaeya is personally far better at mimicking people, animals, and Abyssal creatures, while Albedo can mimic the sound of damn near anything with such startling accuracy, Kaeya sometimes will try and bribe him to come along and terrify the crap out of people-

#hc; kaeya #hc; albedo #//Kae tends to get down any mimicking faster than Bedo does; his subjects considered #//Has a knack for nailing down tone and speech patterns with a little listening #//He still likes to take his time learning more though; likes to be thorough. impromptu mimics are for creatures/in a pinch mostly #//Bedo is much more finicky #//And can deffo project his voice much louder than Kae can #//Once Kae got him to mimic Dvalin’s roar and nearly scared the crap outta a slew of knights #//For SOME REASON; Bedo’s team got extra funding that month #//Kae sometimes uses his knack for mimicry to hear Crepus’ voice again #//Bc he doesn’t want to forget it; so he’ll speak to himself in the man’s voice. esp when upset #//Unfortunately; he’s not quite sure he still has it down accurately enough; esp so long after his passing #//The realization he really WAS forgetting Crepus’ voice did NOT sit well with him #//Tends to speak in Crepus’ voice a LOT when he’s delirious bc badly injured or from fever when he’s sick #//Kae has spooked the SHIT out of the church staff as a result on multiple occasions #//Albedo’s actually the one who can still mimic Crepus with uncanny accuracy #//Bc he heard Kae use the voice early on when he still remembered it just as well #//Has yet to use it; but he’s saving it in case Kae needs it #//Not that Kae would ask just ANY time #//I also like to think Kae mimicked Crepus’ voice when he went after Eroch. to drive the man a lil bit paranoid before he confronted him #//Just a lil psychological warfare to make sure the man SUFFERED every bit more for what he did #//And would use on each subsequent person he found having been in league with Eroch too; for good measure

[caemthe]

THE DEMON KING’S MIXED SIGNALS

     Something I really like about Avenger is their soulless but vaguely threatening and oddly seductive manner of talking. It’s easy to think that their words have a romantic undertone and that they’ve a real and ardent sentiment fo the person they’re talking to but, in reality, their tone is quite monotone and often seems like they’re not really there. They also like doing this not so cool thing where they remind you of who they are and how great they are, how minuscule your existence is but that they saw something in ‘you’ that others can’t and how important ‘you’ are to them. Essentially, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven has chosen ‘you’ ( and not anyone else, just ‘you’, no one is as special as ‘you’ ) as their most valued and esteemed retainer so how are you going to show that you’re worthy of their trust and affection?

     In other words, they can hit you with the most intense phrases and implications as the words come naturally to them, but there’s also a clear dissonance between what they say, how they say it and what they actually meant. Some examples ahead:

BOND 5:

[ I am the Demon King Nobunaga, who’s been reborn by transcending the Heaven of Pleasure and became the enemy of gods and Buddha and all living beings. And so, just what kind of person are you? I am not asking for your name, I’m talking about your innermost nature. No, directly inquiring is unneeded. Your existence really amuses me and angers me. That’s surely how humans are. Fufu, so be it, live as you please and die as you wish. This Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Oda Nobunaga, will be watching. ]

     This is the Demon King’s last bond line and, by this point, it’s when the master and the servant are the closest after doing countless missions together and being through life or death situations. But Nobunaga starts here by reminding you, their esteemed retainer, of who they are and making a clear division. The two of you belong to completely different worlds and will never be equals or anything like that. They could easily eliminate but you amuse them and so they’re willing to accompany in your journey and see how far you can go. They’re not here to save the world, but to witness your death. Nobunaga may be foreshadowing chaldea’s master’s inevitable fate and telling you that they’re just going to stand there and watch you fail and fall to your doom for their own pure amusement... Or maybe this is their unique way of confessing their affection for their vassal and telling them that they intend to spend the rest of their vassal’s mortal life watching over them… Maybe it’s both?

DIALOGUE 3:

[ Servant and Master, huh. Normally, something like employing me would be the height of disrespect and insolence. I would decapitate you immediately, but if you weren’t around, it would be impossible for me to materialize, so it can not be helped. …What was that thing called? …Aah, that’s right, it was “win-win”. Win-win. Uhahahahahahaha, win-win. ]

     Once again you’ve to love how calmly the Demon King make these casual reminders that they could kill you if you do anything that displeases them so it’s better to remember your place and not get too familiar with them. But, interestingly enough, when they say this, they don’t sound remotely angry or even annoyed, they are just stating it as a fact... And then they ‘suddenly remember’ that they actually need you, chaldea’s master, to stay materialized in this realm. But they’re also honestly amused and entertained at the fact that they can’t kill the chaldea’s master, their vassal, just because they feel like it, probably because they’re so used to having complete over the lives of others so knowing that they can’t kill this one human without facing severe repercussions is amusing. It’s a ‘win-win’ situation... because the Demon King can’t kill you on whim. Is that really win-win? Also let’s not overlook how Nobunaga is showing the most emotion and laughing while saying ‘win-win’ because they can’t kill you on a whim... rather than when they’re saying that, in any other situation, they would’ve already beheaded you for your ‘insolence’.

BIRTHDAY WISHES:

[ So it is the day you were born. Hmm, I feel like tea utensils wouldn’t cut it after all we’ve been through. That’s right, I know, just tell me what you wish for. Uhahahahaha, there is no need to hesitate, while there’s nothing I wouldn’t plunder, I’m also willing to give you anything you wish for. ]

     Stop playing people’s hearts, Demon King... I think I already said all that needed to be said about Nobunaga’s romantic and 'passionate’ speech and how they like to make their people feel so very special so let’s put that aside for the time being and focus on something else. Because... this how Nobunaga talks to chaldea’s master because they see the mage as their one and only retainer because, despite how strong other heroic spirits summoned to chaldea are, they’re just servants, pieces in a game of chess where chaldea’s master is the king... and Nobunaga is the player. But this simplistic way of putting their own agenda to work wasn’t available while they lived. Nobunaga had a lot of retainers over the years and you can bet that, at one point in time, they treated and talked to their retainers in a similar way they do to chaldea’s master. Obviously, they didn’t have the time (nor the intention) to treat everyone equally. If you weren’t making merits and giving Nobunaga a reason to take you into consideration and ‘truly see you’, then why should they even bother looking your way? But that didn’t mean that doing everything right would earn you the daimyō’s attention. Some were more useful the more the more Nobunaga ignored them while others weren’t. Nobunaga has a myriad of ways to make people love and yearn for their recognition so it’s not surprising that everyone in their closest environment is affected by madness, is a berserker, or both.

LAST ASCENSION:

[ The place I’m going is the Avici hell that destroys the ten spiritual realms. Now, let us spread my domination over a myriad of worlds... Fear not, it's no difficult feat. Live with me... and perish with me. Until the distant end of the Nirvana, we shall continue desiring the karma of humans. ]

     They just have a way with words, you know?

[wildshadowtamer]

[Projects my speech disfluency onto fictional skeletons]

#undertale #autism #speech disfluency #speech dysfluency #sans #papyrus #gaster #gaster rolls his r's like papyrus but has a far less harsh voice #i just watched a comic dub about good!dad gaster and i noticed he rolls his r's and i love that hc

[hrokkall]

GRABS YOU

Wanna share your voice claims ideas? 👀

Genuinely do Not think I have enough to warrant making even half a list but P03 sounds like Edgar from Electric Dreams 1984 in my brain but ONLY extremely specific scenes like this particular bit for about 10 seconds when he’s being unplugged.

#Re: Inbox #Tasmanianstripes #Again it’s not EXACTLY what I picture but it’s the closest I’ve heard #I would say the character as a whole but I can’t imagine 03 having Nearly as much inflection in its tone #Barring the bit at the end of act 3 where it gives the whole ''I fooled you all!'' speech #Tried to screenrecord and upload just the lines I'm talking about but tumblr... doesn't let you add #internal video when replying to an ask apparently #Warning for loud noises on this; tried to skip past the bit where there's a ton of screaming but who knows if I did the timestamp correctly #Back to voiceclaims though; the Scrybes are in a weird grey area #Because I don't HC Lesh//y to speak at all outside of animal mimicry/telepathically beaming the words into your brain #(Though I guess that *could* have a specific sound to it as opposed to varying person-to-person) #And Mora straight up has a voice actress so I wouldn't want to stray from that #Which just leaves Mags and 03 #Neither of which I have really been able to find anything I say ''YES!! THAT!!'' to #03's is just a ''Yeah sure close enough.'' #These tags have gotten longer than the actual answer; I'm just gonna hit send on this one 💀

[eddie-van-munson]

Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into "Seven Minutes in Heaven" as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you're his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I've been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that's something you want)

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"Jason, stop!" You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

"Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don't you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?"

You knew you should've stayed out of it.

But you'd heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy's traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

"Nothing personal." Jason said coolly, putting on her headphones and studying her Walkman. "We just have to be safe with you trailer park kids. You know how they are. One moment you think everything's fine..." He pulled the tape from the Walkman, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. "And the next? Well they're starting riots and cults! Bringing weapons to school! Stealing from classrooms! Other students, even!" He gave her a sticky sweet smile, "We wouldn't want that." 

Max rolled her eyes at his implication, groaning as he crushed the cassette beneath his heel. Patrick tossed her bag to the side, tucking anything he'd found of interest into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

"Just doing our routine checks, freak."

You stood as soon as they were gone, running to help her with her things. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you?"

"No." She groaned, picking at the pieces of her mangled cassette. She cursed under her breath.

"Shit, what happened?"

You looked up to find a  brown eyed boy staring back at you, his shaggy dark curls sticking every which way.

"Jason." Max muttered under her breath.

He cursed under his breath and dropped his bag, helping you gather the papers. He paused when he saw Max scooping up the pieces of the crushed cassette.

He sighed, "Who's our casualty?"

Max's head hung a little, running her thumb over a piece of the long tape, pitifully, "Kate Bush."

He gave a sad smile before sitting up and puffing out his chest. He pulled off the bandana he had tied around his forehead, holding it to his heart. "Long live the honorable Kate Bush. Our fallen soldier."

Max fought a smile at his dramatic speech, and he laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove when he caught her grinning. "Go on, then. Give her a proper burial."

You tapped the papers on the ground to stack them evenly in your hands as Max ran off to toss the broken tape. You stood, and the brown eyed boy passed you Max's backpack with a bright smile. You couldn't help but smile back, blushing a little.

"You'll have to excuse me, Princess. Don't meet Hawkins royalty often." You giggled, rolling your eyes. He held a hand out to you, "I'm Eddie."

You took the handshake, laughing softly at the formality. "Y/N."

"Oh, I know who you are." He's got mischief in his eyes as he looks at you.

You quirked a brow, "Yeah?"

"Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows you, Prom Queen." You blushed at his nickname. "Didn't expect you to be such a sweetheart, though."

You shuffled your feet at bit, eyes scanning the floor shyly. "Why not?"

"It's just the crowd you hang around is all." He reassured. "Didn't peg you as one to be saving lost sheep."

A friend called your name from the cheer table, and you heard giggles and whispers. They were hard to make out, but the word "freak" was unmistakable. You shot them a dirty look, your expression melting into sympathy as you turned back to Eddie.

He rolled his eyes, shrugging, and gave you a knowing smile. "I'll see you around, L/N."

You watched him walk away, giving Max her bag and mussing her hair before jogging over to Hellfire.

Jason, obviously, had found out about the interaction.

He held your face, now, as he patronized you. "My girl wants to be friends with the freaks, huh? Fine by me, baby. I'll let you get real acquainted with one another."

You groaned, rolling your eyes "Christ, Jason. I'm not your girl. Leave me the hell alone."

You thrashed your arms and kicked, but it was no use. Jason shoved the door open and threw you inside, slamming it again.

You landed on your ass in Jason's bedroom, staring up at a bewildered Eddie Munson.

"Jesus, are you ok?" He knelt beside you, giving you his arm to help you up.

Your legs were shakey, but in an odd way, the sight of him relaxed you a little. "W-What are you doing here?"

He clutched his chest. "What, you assume I wasn't invited? I'm wounded, Princess."

You rolled your eyes as he sat with you on the bed.

"I thought I was dealing for the party." He sighed. "But then when I got here they shoved me in here and locked the door." He laughed humorously, "I gotta say, I can't tell you how fucking relieved I am to see you. Thought they were gonna beat the shit out of me and hide my body or something. "

You sighed, "Well hopefully Seven Minutes in Heaven beats that."

He crawled further up onto the mattress, crossing his legs lazily and propping his arms behind his head. "You know, I always thought Jason hated me, but now, he's going around locking me in rooms with pretty girls. I guess he's warming up to me." You snorted, his friendliness relaxing you, and your eyes fell to the floor shyly. He stared at you warmly, "I suppose he's more using me as the punishment this time though, huh? Spend some time with the freak and if you make it out alive, you can sit at the popular table?"

Your heart sank. He seemed so exasperatedly resigned to it all. As if it were just another Tuesday.

"I don't think it's a punishment." You countered his deprecating words, crossing your arms.

He gave a lazy smile, chewing on his necklace passively, "No?"

You shook your head with a smile, peering at him over your shoulder.

"He really is a meathead, you know." You tested the waters carefully, holding his gaze. "He locks me in a room with a pretty boy and expects me to be upset about it? Ridiculous."

Eddie froze, a shit eating grin tugging at his pretty lips. "You're flirting with me."

You smirked, blushing. "You started it."

"Maybe," He crawled closer, sitting behind you on the bed with your body turned to face him, "But you liked it enough to keep it going." 

The air was thick with tension now. He was close enough for you to see the faint spattering of freckles on his nose. A tiny scar at his temple. "How much time do we have left?"

He grinned, "Why do you ask? You got somewhere to be?"

"I'd just rather not have Jason Carver walk in on me jumping your bones."

"Oh, is that what you're gonna do?" He chuckled when you blushed, a hand coming up to hold your chin. "I've gotta disagree with you there. I think that's an ideal senario, really." 

You laughed so sweetly he couldn't help but grin.

"You didn't have anything to drink, did you?" His voice is soft, nose nudged against yours. It felt like electricity in your veins as his lips teasingly grazed your own. You shook your head no. "Good."

When he kissed you it was like liquid warmth spreading through you. He tasted sweet and tart, like he'd been eating Jolly Ranchers before you happened to dropped in, and he smelled like green apples and good weed. His curls tickled your cheeks ever so slightly as you let his hands slide over your neck to cradle your face against his. You moaned softly, your tongue grazing his, and he cursed against you. He was needy and messy, nipping and sucking at your lips when you laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently. He made a delicious sound at that, reaching blindly for your thighs and pulling you up into his lap. He held you, his hands drifting beneath your shirt to rub your back. You whined his name breathlessly.

"Fuck, Hey..." He hummed against you , your breath was shakey when he as he pulls back to look at you. He was gorgeous...all kiss bitten and smiley.

"Now, as eager as I am for you to jump my bones, tiger..." He pecked your lips again,  chastely, as if he couldn't help it. "I think you 'ought to let me take you home first."

You frowned, "Home?"

He grinned, giving your thighs a little pat with one last kiss, signaling for you to stand. You did, though relucatantly, and Eddie wandered over to the window.

"Like you said..." He smiled at you, easily pulling up on the frame and opening the window. "Meathead."

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It had been Eddie's idea to keep it a secret. If it had been up to you, you would have been making out with him in the halls like every other god forsaken couple at Hawkins High.

You'd wanted to sit with him at lunch. Watch Hellfire do their thing. Go see his band play. And while this made Eddie's heart sprout little wings and fly around in his chest, he knew better.

"You...God, you have no idea how much I want that." He whined, burying his face in your neck. You were laid out on his bed with him, sharing a joint as you rambled.

He pressed kisses to the crook of your neck and you squirmed when they tickled, grinning at him, "Then let me come, stupid." You mussed his curls playfully and he gave a croaky laugh.

"You know you I can't do that, Prom Queen."

You rolled your eyes, blowing smoke up towards the roof of the trailer. "Why not?"

"Babe." He held your chin as you looked up at him, "He heard a rumor that you had a single conversation with me and he shoved you on your ass and locked you in a room with a stranger." You frowned, knowing deep down he was right. "God, you have know idea how much I want to show you off. Kiss you whenever I want. Especially when you're walking around in that little cheer skirt. Like, holy fuck, are you trying to kill me?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But I'm not going to let those assholes make your life hell because of me. Trust me. I'm not worth it."

"Fuck off." You whined at his self-deprecating words. "You're worth everything."

He smiled, crooning down to graze your lips, "Everything huh?"

"More than everything. Everything and then even more on top of that. Have you ever seen Carrie?"

He nodded, looking amused, and laid the burnt end of the joint in an ashtray.

"That's the kind of shit I'd put up with for you."

He laughed loudly, "Aw babe...I can't believe you'd become a blood thirsty telekinetic monster for me." He clutches his heart in faux sentiment.

"Any day, Munson."

His arms wrapped around your waist and he sighed, rolling onto his back so you were laying atop him. "Well as much as I appreciate the offer..." he combed his fingers through your hair, and you nearly purred. "I'm not letting anyone give my Prom Queen a pig's blood bath."

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Mike had been rambling about El for nearly fourty five minutes, now. He'd just gotten a new letter from her and he was over the moon, relaying to the group all of her stories about Jonathan and Will and Rink-o-Mania, Lucas and Dustin interjecting every so often to gush over Suzie and Max. Eddie was trying to listen. He really was. But his eyes kept getting lost in the thick rule book he'd propped up in front of his throne. He sighed softly, picking up one of his tiny silver figures to toy with it while the boys talked.

"Are we gonna play?" He finally groaned, his leg swung over the arm of his throne lazily. "You guys have been rambling like idiots in love for a half hour."

"Aw, are you jealous, Munson?" Mike teased with faux sympathy. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll find someone someday."

"Nah man." Eddie smirked, picking at his fingernails. "I'm off the market. Don't get me wrong, you guys are cute and all. I've just heard so much about these Señoritas that I think I know them better than you do at this point."

Lucas paused, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. "What do you mean you're off the market?"

"Don't worry Sinclair. There's plenty of me to go around." He spread his arms goofily, grinning.

Dustin looked unimpressed, "You expect us to believe you've got a girl?"

"Not a girl, Henderson. A woman."

Mike rolled his eyes, "He's lying."

Eddie scoffed, "Come on, man. You're allowed to to have a girlfriend that's just casually a superhero, but the moment I have a girlfriend at all? That's when you call bullshit?"

"Who is she?"

Lucas countered, crossing his arms.

Eddie paused, debating if he should tell them. "Y/N L/N."

The table groaned, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.

"Sureeee."

"Come off it, Eds."

"Whatever man."

Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head, "When have I ever lied to you guys huh? I don't have to prove myself to you little assholes."

Lucas shook his head. "A girlfriend is one thing, Eddie. A cheerleader girlfriend? That's another. But Y/N L/N? Dude...that's something else entirely."

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You gasped, throwing your elbows and struggling when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist in the empty hallway. Your hallpass fluttered to the ground. "Get your hands off of me, assho-"

Their arms loosened, "Oh come on, angel, I know I'm no Prince Charming, but I thought you liked me better than that."

You froze, immediately turning and throwing your arms around the curly haired, brown eyed boy in front of you. "Eds..."

He held your waist with one arm, rubbing your back with the other. "Hey, I've got you. I didn't mean to scare you, baby. Is something going on?" His brow furrowed with concern, cradling your face.

 You buried your face in his chest, voice muffled. "I'm sorry." You fought to catch your breath, hands shaking with adrenaline. "Jason and some other idiots from the basketball team. They always flirt, but they've been...touchy, today." You swallowed thickly. "They've been following me around like dogs."

"Hold up, touchy? They put their hands on you?" Anger flashed in his eyes as he looked you over, protectively. "They've pulled shit like that? Running up and grabbing you?"

"They've only held me like that once," You croak. "Normally they just push me back up against the lockers."

Eddie's face hardened, his jaw clenching. His lip trembled, and you could tell he was hiding rage just beneath the surface. He nodded, pulling you close to hug you against his chest. He kissed your forehead. "If this happens again, you tell me. You come tell me right away, ok? You did the right thing. If they put hands on you like that again I want you to do exactly what you did just a minute ago. Just swing your arms and kick like hell alright?"

You nodded, looking up and him, and he pecked your lips, mussing your hair. "I'm not gonna let them touch you again, ok?"

Again, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, enjoying the familiar smell and feel of him again before you heard a door open down the hall, and you jumped apart.

***********

"What's wrong, Eds? Things getting rocky with the ole imaginary girlfriend?" Mike sat his tray down beside Eddie, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Jason Carver's table. The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt.

Sure, Jason had always had some sort of sick fascination with you, but if this was happening to you, it was happening to other girls too.

Eddie's stomach churned.

His gaze immediately turned to you when he saw you walking back to the cheer table with your lunch, sitting beside Chrissy Cunningham.

He felt a little twinge of relief, seeing you snug in between two of your friends at the table. He took a few bites of his food, trying to pay attention to what his friends were debating about this time.

His muscles tightened when he saw you stand from the table, presumably, to throw away your trash and return your lunch tray. Jason stood with his tray as well, closely followed by two of his goons. Eddie's jaw clenched, and he quickly turned to watch the scene more closely.

"What's he riled up about, this time?" Gareth muttered. The other boys laughed, taking teasing jabs, but Eddie didn't process a word of it at this point.

He watched Jason like a hawk as the blonde muttered something to his friends, pointing over at you. Eddie shot up from the lunch table.

You'd just put your tray down when you felt someone come up behind you, grabbing your waist. You gasped, feeling Patricks hot breath on your neck. "Why don't we go find a spot under the bleachers and you can show my friends and I what you wear under that pretty uniform?"

You struggled, just like Eddie told you, but Patrick shoved you foward into Andy's chest.

Eddie sprinted across the room, elbowing through the crowds as panic bubbled in his stomach. "Hey!"

You took a step back, but Andy's hands were already grabbing your hips. You shoved your fists against his chest. "Aw, Don't be like that. It won't do any good. I like it when girls play hard to g-"

A fist found Andy's jaw, and he fell backwards, pulling you down with him. Eddie gathered you quickly from the floor up into his arms, his eyes looking you up and down for any sign that they'd hurt you. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears in your eyes, and Eddie held you close, letting you cling to his chest as Andy stood up again, looking pissed.

"What the hell is wrong with you, you freak?" He spat, nose starting to bleed.

"What's wrong with me? You're the one feeling up my girlfriend in the middle of the goddamn lunch room!"

The room seemed to freeze, laughter breaking out slowly across the tables. Hellfire was on its feet, every single member watching with their jaw dropped.

"Girlfriend..." Jason scoffed, wandering over. "You really are nuts aren't you?"

Eddie swallowed thickly. You could feel him trembling. "I'm going to tell you this one time, Carver. So, you better get it through your thick fucking skull."

The room went quiet again. Jason crossed his arms over his chest, looking amused.

"If I see you lay a goddamn finger on another girl in this school, I will personally beat in every pearly little tooth in your fucking mouth."

There was a long silence. You'd never heard Eddie's voice so dark.

"You understand me?" His breathing was heavy with anger.

Jason rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Jesus, Y/N. Tell this freak you're not his. I think he's been playing pretend a little too much with his boyfriends. It seems to have gotten to his head."

There was a long silence. Eddie wasn't sure what you would do. In a way, he would understand if you did tell him to fuck off. The whole damn school was watching, now.

Trembling, you took Eddie's chin, turning him to look at you. His eyelashes fluttered, giving you silent permission, and you pulled him down into a sweet, comforting, long overdue  kiss.

The silence dissipated into shocked murmurs, and Jason watched in horrified confusion as Eddie pecked your lips one last time before turning to look at him.

"Like I said...Hands off."

He slid his arm around your waist, squeezing your hand comfortingly as he walked you over to the Hellfire table. The boys were silent, staring at the two of you like you had three heads.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Lady L/N...Newest member of the Hellfire Club."

Dustin stared, jaw still slack with amazement. "Eddie..."

Eddie's brow raised expectantly.

"That was...so fucking metal, dude."

***********

#eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things imagines #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munsen x reader #eddie munsen imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munsen

[most-creature-vibe-tournament]

FINALS!!!

Propaganda:

Taylor Hebert (Worm (webserial by Wildbow))

Human girl who has superpowers that let her control bugs. She shunts all emotions off into her swarm of bugs, leaving her totally blank and stoic. She outsources sensory-input to her bugs, so she never looks or reacts to anything. In a fight, she reacts to opponents there is no possible way she could see, because she sensed them with her bugs. Overall has virtually no facial tells and moves in a way that makes her seem like she isn't a person. very creature <3 she is just a bug girl

shes such a FREAK. shes completely human (tho with an eldritch alien creature extradimensionally attached to her mind) but God does she not act like it sometimes. she has the superpower to control bugs and uses it to become the worlds most terrifying hero slash villain slash warlord slash apocalyptic threat. she has her bugs crawling all over her all the time. she uses a swarm of flies to scout out areas and then leaves flies in everybodys hair so she can keep track of where they are. she practiced having her bugs make noises until she figured out how to combine their noises into human speech so now she can talk through her swarm. she makes decoys of herself out of large pillars of bugs. once she was concussed and in the hospital and subconsciously calling her bugs to her so she was just covered in insects while the doctor tried to help her. then there was ANOTHER time she was hospitalized and got bored so she made a bunch of bugs so a little dance on her chest. whenever she's in costume and talking she has her bugs make noises to distort her voice and make her sound more scary and she doesnt even realize shes doing it anymore. she surrounds herself in a swarm to disorient her enemies. she doesn't even notice when her hair covers her eyes or anything like that because shes scouting out the area using her bugs so she doesnt have to see. she once used a tide of bugs to clean herself off and dust off her dress after having sex.

#she views herself as more of a swarm of bugs with a girl-shaped computer to control them than a girl herself#her body is just an extension of her bugs which is large and inconvenient but ultimately part of the weapon

#taylor “dissociates into bugs” hebert#taylor “keeps bugs in her hair” hebert#taylor “choke them with bugs” hebert#taylor “no one could ever love me” hebert#taylor “violence is always the answer” hebert

#normally i would want a worm character to win#but#bdubs is a strange little man. he's unusual.#Taylor's just got the 'tism.

she literally is a walking superorganism comprised of one human and a lot more bugs to the point where she frequently moves her head as if she can see through walls (with her bugs, she can), talks through her bugs, has been described like a corpse whose ghost is living on in her swarm, keeps functioning thru her bugs even when her human body is out for the count, et cetera. no disrespect intended but genuinely what in the world are you talking about. She cleans her pussy off with bugs after fucking. Her pussy. With bugs. And she thinks it's normal. Because the bugs are part of her. Is this thing on. I reiterate that she literally requires an emotional support cloak of bugs. She is so dissociated from being an actual person that she treats her human body like an inconvenience and her bugs like the primary operators. Is This Thing On.

#now i told myself i wouldnt comment anything on the rb... but#“She cleans her pussy off with bugs after fucking. Her pussy. With bugs.” CHAT IS THAT FUCKIN REAL??? IS THAT CANON???#cause if thats just a hc thats wild and i dont know if its better or worse if its canon#propaganda

this is indeed canon! there is a scene where, after fucking her boyfriend in an abandoned building, she stands up and cleans dust/etc off her naked ass body by having her bugs run across her and clean her, which presumably translates to "they are eating the dirt/sweat/etc off her." her boyfriend smiles affectionately at this, because he also has something wrong with him. she also does things like use bugs and spider silk to deliver her toothbrush straight to her hand in the morning while monologuing about "checking in on her hive" (her hive is the people in her villain territory.) she is a walking panopticon. her friends sometimes talk to bugs under the assumption it's taylor watching them and they're always right. at one point she confusedly asks someone if he's arachnophobic because he doesn't want her 10k black widow spiders to live in his apartment with him. she is basically like if a cockroach was a girl. I would never lie to you about Taylor Hebert, Unsung Champion of Polls About Weird Characters.

#taylor ofc#wait hey those are my tags as propaganda!! cool!#i stand by it#anyways yeah one of her main character traits when looked at by an outside perspective is just how WEIRD she is#everyone thinks she's a freak#even when you're reading her POV you sometimes have to stop and be like 'hey girl what the fuck'#one time she put bugs on her boyfriend's dick

She also turns into a bug monster at one point. Not all on her own, but she very much turns into a bug monster. Literally And Physically.

And she uses this to survive like a cockroach, she had Just Been Ripped In Fucking Half and thrown in the ocean to die and BOOM. bug monster transformation (with a little help) climb out and keep fighting, against an opponent so vast and powerful a human couldn't even comprehend his true form (not eldritch cognitohazard, just planet-sized + multidimensional), who could kill her in an instant. She's always surviving against the odds she's so cockroach coded (affectionate!) #@ pollrunner if you're still accepting propaganda please take the 'turns into a bug monster' as propaganda#the rest can be ignored or trimmed to 'she's always surviving she's so cockroach coded' but pleamse. the Time she Became A Bug

#she's such a freak!!!#she kills like it's the only thing she was built how to do#she kills people and things like it's chess and she's a grandmaster#as soon as the violence is off she's just a fucked up offputting little one woman panopticon

One of my favourite descriptions of Taylor from someone else's POV, from Interlude 14.

“A figure stood behind Yan. Her costume was barely recognizable—She wore a short cape of tattered black cloth over her body armor, a skintight black suit beneath that, and there were folds of black cloth draped around her legs like a dress or a robe. The entire fabric seemed to ripple and move. It took Sierra a second to realize it was crawling with a carpet of insects.”

“The disconcerting part was the girl’s face, or lack thereof. Her expression was masked behind a shifting mass of bugs that moved in and out of her hairline. Sierra couldn’t even tell where the bugs ended and the scalp began, as the small black bodies crawled into and onto the black curls. There was a hint of something like glass where Skitter’s eyes were, but the bugs ventured far enough over her eyelids and around the frames that nothing was visible in the way of goggles, glasses or skin.”

“Skitter hadn’t made a sound as she entered. She hadn’t spoken, and her footsteps had been quiet.”

#taylor “driving while blind wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be” hebert#taylor “hangs out in superpowered darkness for a long time without being at all worried” hebert#taylor “fools a near-perfect lie detecting hero by offloading her emotions on her bugs” hebert#taylor “figures out how to communicate with the Dog Autism girl like right away” hebert

#taylor hebert kill them with your self-sustained insectoid dehumanity!

Jonny d’Ville (The Mechanisms)

Since we’re not technically human

He’s so feral hes canonically committed every single crime theres a name for i think he deserves to have a tail that flicks around when hes being mischevous. perhaps some horns or fangs as well. as a treat

Idk why but he's a feral creature

Have you seen the man? Especially in that one picture where he is fully on the wall.

absolutely no canon implications that he isn't human, but that man* absolutely has a tail. and sharp teeth. and creature ears. he purrs but he pretends he doesn't and if you bring it up he'll bite you. he's had rabies more times than you can count.

#Just sayin#Johnny eats people and says it's not cannibalism if you aren't human

#DID LYF SING THE PART IN SLEEPING BEAUTY? NO. VOTE JONNY

#Jonny’s a creature#vote Jonny

#sorry for that Hermitfans but my boy Jonny is feral and i think he is a creature

#chat vote jonny#HES LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE CRITTER PLEASE

#look at that face#he’s a creacher

#it's jonny d'ville i don't have any more to say

All crimes but sex crimes, because Jonny isn’t a MONSTER

#JONNY#i'm so sorry pearl you are too well adjusted for this#he's got devil in his name#(that he gave himself because he's a huge fucking nerd)

#LITERALLY LOOK AT HIM THE GREMLIN ENERGY IS OFF THE CHARTS

#voted jonny for the rabies

also. hold up. the pearl propaganda is saying to vote for her because she's an alien and a bloodthirsty fighter? BOY DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU ABOUT JONNY FUCKING D'VILLE

five am pearl this five am pearl that, jonny's just like that all the time

#please vote jonny. i know we're pitting two bad bitches against each other but jonny has tried to eat a guitar

#CMON GUYS VOTE JONNY D’VILLE HES SUCH A CREATURE#HAVE YOU SEEN HIM??? HAVE YOU HEARD HIM TALK ABOUT THE OCTOKITTENS???#VOTE JONNY

#Jonny is such a creature

#jonny is literally THE creature

#come on vote Jonny that thing is creachur incarnate#and he can sing#his fave food is human flesh and more violence

Jonny man entire existence is teeth claws belts and trauma

#that guy is so feral#just vote jonny#also there was this one time where he found a half dead dude on the moon and brang it home to show to his gay pirate friends#just sayin#and also this harmonica solo over his father's dead body in one eyed jacks#iconic#anyway vote jonny

#literally jonny bites people and eats them regularly

#taylor hebert #worm web serial #jonny d'ville #the mechanisms #final round #tumblr polls #polls #creatures fight!

[jedie]

totally very specific to the (post rotj) exile verse, anakin dipping out of being vader, and vader surviving and his redemption, but his speech is an amalgamation of vader’s and his own. there’s that trace of core-world proper and tatooine casualness. while he may have abandoned vader, it took up a good portion of his life and there are things not so easily abandoned. (this also applies to his fighting style but more on that later?)

#「 HC. 」 see through the lies. #i think i have aa proper hc about it somwhere pre vader about how much of his language was influenced by living on coruscant #and being around palps #of all things to get picky about i choose speech baby #heres the more on that later: he takes on the power stance from vader and couples it with the speed afforded to him by being out of the suit #anway back to the main point #in any case that anakin survives vader / being vader / vader surviving #his voice is going to sound different in syntax as well as aurally

[decadentfantasy]

Mk1 Kenshi or kung lao with a shy fem reader who has a crush on them? Sfw and/or nsfw is fine, oneshot or hc <3

𝑴𝑲1 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑺𝑯𝒀 𝑭𝑬𝑴! 𝑺/𝑶

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Kenshi Takahashi, Kung Lao

𝑻𝑾: a bit of smut

❥︎ 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰

𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Kenshi tends to think of himself as quite skilled at analyzing people. The way you'd shy away from him, the way you'd flinch when he called you by name, your fidgeting eyes darting anywhere as long as it's away from his face. He mistakes your shyness for fear. He knows that, has an ex-Yakuza, his reputation can be quite disturbing to most but he thought his calm demeanor would have done something to ease your worries.

❥︎ Only after a bit he starts to pick up on the clues that had previously went unnoticed: your reddened cheeks, the stutter in your speech, the way your hands flex when he's near, yearning to hold him... and he has to admit he's flattered. He finds your shyness endearing and sweet, he might feel a little guilty about making you so nervous.

❥︎ It takes a while for him to be able to meet you alone, but when he manages he makes sure you're the least uncomfortable possible, quite difficult since you're confessing to him. When your words finally tumble out of your mouth, jumbled and thick in your throat, Kenshi smiles softly and embraces you, strong arms enveloping around you as the scent of lychee and white musk envelops you.

"That was really sweet," he says against your ear, stroking your hair in slow, tender motions. "I'm glad you told me."

❥︎ Even when you start your relationship, Kenshi always makes sure you're okay with him initiating physical contact: he's not a particularly touchy man, but he enjoys basking in your warmth, he finds it comforting. Every hug, every held hand, every feathery kiss is preceded by a softly spoken "Is this okay?", almost too cautious, afraid of hurting you with his affection.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Kenshi is passionate by nature, he pours his heart into his every act of love towards you and that includes sex as well. To someone as shy as you it might feel almost overwhelming, how his hands dig in your hips in a firm hold and his sweaty skin glides onto yours as he thrusts into you. His eyes are so full of love, of adoration, as he gazes upon your naked form sprawled on the mattress, hypnotized by the way your breath hitches and your voice twists into whimpers of his name.

❥︎ If he notices you're getting overwhelmed he slows the pace, his hips rocking against yours like gentle waves upon the shore, and starts littering your face in butterfly kisses, sweeping your hair away from your forehead he holds your hand in his own, his thumb stroking its back.

"It's alright, hanii. You're doing perfectly..." he assures you softly, his breath uneven as his hand drifts down to caress your thigh soothingly. "I love you, I love you so much... You're so beautiful."

❥︎ He's a little clumsy when it comes to aftercare, but he puts his best effort in it. He prefers to cuddle for a while before going to get cleaned up, wanting to bask in the afterglow of your love making. He takes his time to shower you with compliments, to check if he upset you by doing anything wrong and if you need anything. He'll help you get dressed afterwards, regardless if you're able to do it on your own. His main love language is acts of service, let him show you once more how much he cares.

❥︎ 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑶

𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ Contrarily to Kenshi, Kung Lao immediately notices how smitten you are with him. It's so obvious, you're always around him, glancing up at him whenever you think he's not looking, torturing the hem of your shirt when you meet his gaze or speak to him. And I'm sorry to tell you that, if Kenshi showed you kindness, you won't find any mercy withing Kung Lao.

❥︎ He's a relentless tease, the playful kind of course but still a tease. He'll pull you into his lap without a warning, bear-hug you from behind when you least expect it, purposefully lean closer to you with the excuse that he can't hear you. All of that just to hear that weak, embarrassed yelp leave your lips, your eyes wide and your cheeks tinted in a rosy hue. It's the greatest gratification he can get from you.

❥︎ He basically corners you and doesn't give up until you finally cave, almost yelling in his face in frustration. You cover your face, feeling your cheeks heat up and your head spin. You think he's going to laugh but he doesn't, and when you look up there's the goofiest grin on his face.

"I knew it." he chuckles, hugging you so tightly he pushes the breath out of your lungs. "But it's so great to hear it from you!"

❥︎ Kung Lao loves PDA, it's a way for him to show you off to others, so expect him to always hold you in some way or the other when out and about. He most commonly has an arm wrapped around your waist, tracing figure eights on your hip. If it makes you uncomfortable he'll tone it down, but he'll never stop doing it completely.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾

❥︎ If he can already be an insufferable tease in public, you can rest assured he's even worse in the bedroom. He makes you ride him purposefully because he knows how embarrassed you become, his hands driving you to bounce on him over and over again as you desperately try to hold in your moans and whines.

"Aaaw, look at you." he coos, the most smug smirk against your neck as he nibbles softly at your neck. "You're so cute... Feels good, huh?"

❥︎ When he sees you getting overwhelmed his attitude shifts immediately. He rolls over, laying you beneath him as he stops moving entirely, wanting to make sure you're actually okay with what you're doing. He plays with your hands, flattening his fingers against yours as he smiles tenderly, whispering soothing words of encouragement. It doesn't matter how terrible he can be, your pleasure and well-being will always come first to him.

❥︎ Aftercare with him can vary, depending on how much stamina he has left and how rough and fast-paced your session was. Most of the time, however, he runs a bath for the both of you to soak in and then cuddles up to you on the bed while eating snacks. He'll constantly be kissing the nape of your neck, nosing you like a pet looking for cuddles, while telling you how much he loves you over and over.

#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk1 kung lao #kung lao #kung lao x reader #mk1 kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #decadentfantasy #leighwrites

[doki-doki-imagines]

hello there!hope you're doing great!! if you take resquets, may i ask for hcs about mk1 characters(maybe earthrealm champions, liu kang, syzoth, ashrah; sorry that's too much, you can choose those who you like best) reacting to gn reader suddenly hugging them really tight, and when they ask the reader, they explain themselves feeling cute agression and an urge to squeeze the life out of them,, sorry if it seems weird or anything, you can ignore it if you wish so!

author note: went with the last three and johnny! If you want you can request other characters too! You are lucky to have that kind of reaction, usually I either want to jump out of the window or punch them in the face LOL

Johnny Cage: -He is cooking, or better putting stuff together, hoping it will turn edible, when he feels your tight hug. -Your arms encircling his waist, your head laying on his back. -"Mh? What happened?" Johnny asks, with mirth in his voice. "You are so cute cooking for us. I had to impulse to hug you. You are just so fucking cute." You say into the back of his grey shirt, ending your speech with a kiss on his neck. -If you could see his face you would notice a smile taking most of Johnny's face. He so wants to kick his feet in the air like some schoolgirl. -But instead Johnny punches the kitchen wall cabinet, before turning around finally ready to give you the same amount ot sweetness. -It seems like you aren't the only one suffering for cute aggression.

Liu Kang: -He was simply helping one of the monk in daily chores when he hears you calling him. -Liu Kang excuses himself, a god that has his dna imbued in humilty, and walks toward you in a secluded area where usually nobody comes. The ruin of old temples all around, nature overflowing from every corner. -Liu Kang doesn't have the time to ask what is going on, your arms around his neck, grip tight. Your lips smack in between his eyebrows before you stick your face in the nook of his neck. -"Oh wow. I suppose thanks?" He says, lips near enough to your ears that you feel inside you the low chuckles that bloom from his throat. "You were so nice out there. You are a god but you still help us anyway, you are so nice Liu." You say, whining in his neck, leaving another kiss there. "You are so good Liu, you are such a good god." You keep blabbering, but without any other reason that thinking it for real, wanting to make him feel good. -You see, Liu Kang doesn't suffer of cute aggression, but being told he did a good action, that he is a good boy sparks…something else. -"Liu? Is your temperature rising? Are you fine?" You ask, looking up into his eyes. He nods, before breaking the hug, but now holding your hand, pulling you who knows where. -His won't be the only temperature rising.

Syzoth: -He is studying in the library and you are sitting in front of him, bored out of your mind. -You start to look at your boyfriend face, noticing how the little ray of sun lighted his face, making his green eyes shine under those long blond-ish lashes, the hood of his uniform covering his head, but some of his hair brighten under the sun. -The points of his tongue wet his lips while turning page after page, searching more and more of his origins. -Syzoth is concentrated, eyebrows furrowed, almost looking angry, but you could only see cuteness radiating from his body. -So you do the obvious next step; sitting next to him and hugging his neck till he almost chokes. -"Oh! What is happening? Did something scare you?" Syzoth asks, mostly worried. You kiss the top of his head, still covered by the green hood before saying "No, you are just tremendously cute while studying. My hot nerd." You mumble, still hugging him. -Syzoth doesn't really understand this, not used to these acts of affection, but you seem happy. You called him cute, doezn't know what a nerd is, so he relaxes under your touch. -When you let him go, Syzoth goes back to his book, but will keep an arm around your waist to feel you close to him.

Ashrah: -You are preparing tea for both of you, while Ashrah is sitting on grass, at the entrance of Wu Shi forest. -When the hot beverages are finally ready, you exit the kitchen, and you see her. -Ashrah is surrounded by nature, obviously, but you see some magic in there. The bees seem to create happy dances in the air, butterflies, so big and colourful flying from flowers to flowers and then- -A cute bird lay on Ashrah's shoulder. She turns around and smiles at the creature that chirps before flying away, leaving a happy smile on the demon's face. -She looked like an angel. -You throw the cups on the grass (thankfully, they don't break in million pieces), and run towards her. The hug is so powerful that she ends up laying on the ground with you on top. -"Hey! Is everything fine?" "Yes, you are simply the most beautiful being ever." You say, before kissing her fully on the lips. -She pats your head, happy at least that you are not hurt. -"I'd still like tea-" "Yeah, yeah I'll make it again. Just let me rest in your arms a little longer…" -You soon fell asleep on her.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk headcanons #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #mk reptile #syzoth #syzoth x reader #mk ashrah #ashrah x reader

[silverflqmes]

agszc and the WAY THEY SAY I LOVE YOU CAUSE I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER CLOUD'S DATING HCS YOU MADE SNSKDJKD

໒⦂ ( 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. you might be confused with the use of parenthesis but it’s exactly what you think.. not all of them ACTUALLY say those words.. read and see🫡

genre. fluff + angst ( sephiroth’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

disclaimer. ok, poetry IS NOT my strong suit, from time to time i experiment with it but i am not the best at it so keep criticism tame please..

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ sephiroth’s confession would be something that requires patience. he doesn’t have much experience with love, as he wasn’t exposed to it much throughout his life.

⌗ it doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling it, rather, it’s a matter of him truly realizing those feelings he has and how deep they run. now the way those words come out.. would likely be influenced by heightened emotions.

a beat of silence passed before the the silver haired hero closed the door, turning to face you with an expression you weren’t certain his features were even capable of making. “what were you thinking??”

he was distressed, brows knitted together as you watched his chest rise and fall unevenly, each breath more irregular than the last. you assumed it was anxiety — something you’d never associated with sephiroth.. until now, that was. “i was doing my job, an injury or few is unavoidable at times, you know that.” came your mumble, feeling your own brows furrow.

of course he knew that, the top hero knew that better than anyone.. but this. “there are other ways to get things done, what you did today was completely reckless — as though you had no care whatsoever for your life.” he argued, moonlight bangs swishing from right to left when his head shook. “you could have died!”

now it was your turn to get frustrated as you stood up from your place despite your aching muscles, walking up to his broad frame. “and that’s suddenly an issue now? our line of work demands for us to risk our lives everyday no matter the mission! we both knew this going into our relationship, so why are you suddenly so worked up over this??” you matched his tone, not fond of the approach he’d taken in addressing you.

“because i nearly lost you!” he shouted, overcome with emotions so powerful, he couldn’t even stop the onyx, gloved hands that flew to your shoulders, clinging desperately to something.. something even he didn’t know of.

his breath stuttered as he lowered his head, trembling in his place. “i can’t.. i-i can’t have you leave me, too…” the first class SOLDIER whispered in a voice so broken, so defeated, you had to remind yourself that behind this towering, imposing powerhouse.. was a human being, with feelings of his own, no matter how well he hid them. a human that knew loss, and an unwelcomed amount of it.. and feared more of it.

unsure of what to do, you pulled him down into a hug, feeling your anger fade into nothingness as you allowed your eyes to close. “i won’t, not ever.”

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he says get help but he’s the one that needs help.. bro just, he can’t say it — he’s too embarrassed and he just doesn’t rlly know how to bring it across properly..

⌗ in the end, he opts for a more subtle method that aerith had once told him about. it required minimal speech on his end, and called for actions to take the reigns — perfectly up his alley.. as long as you got the memo.

“cloud?” you called out in surprise, turning to find a familiar spiky haired blond with an ivory colored flower in between his gloved fingers.

his lightly tanned cheeks were dusted with a tint of pink, seemingly reddening as he held out his hand, averting his gaze. “you said you wanted me to bring you something back from my delivery in sector five.. figured i’d bring something you don’t find everyday here.”

your knowledge of flowers was minimal, as midgar.. wasn’t exactly filled with them. you only rarely saw them from a distance, and on the occasions that you had, normally they were too pricey to purchase.

somehow, however, the owner of strife delivery services seemed to have gotten his hands on one singular flower. when you’d ask for a small souvenir from his travels, it had been a joke, simply you joshing like you normally had with him.. though it appeared this time, that he had taken it seriously.

you cleared your throat, letting out a sheepish laugh. “you didn’t have to do that, but thank you — i’ve.. never received a flower before, much less held one..” you confessed in a soft tone, taking the bloom from his grasp as you brought it close to your face.

even without leaning in to take in its scent, the sweetness greeted your senses as a smile etched itself onto your lips. “aah~ it smells wonderful, what kind of flower is it??”

he rubbed his neck at the question, feeling himself grow more nervous by the second. “it’s um.. it’s called gardenia. aerith’s mom insisted i took one back with me, since they were the newest edition to her garden.. said something about it having a deeper meaning, too.” cloud spoke up, finally lifting his mako-azure eyes to meet yours.

you lowered the flower in your hands, tilting your head. “deeper meaning? i didn’t think flowers were so complex.” you snickered into your free hand before grinning brightly at him. “but, go on. i’m curious!”

the tips of his ears seemed to burn with red as his lips parted before he turned his back to you, folding his arms. “o-on second thought, i forgot..”

“WHAT?? no way, it must be good if you won’t say! come on cloud!” you urged him, moving in front of him to see his face, but all you caught was the faintest smile as he continued to turn away. so cryptic!

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ zack uh- as we can tell, he isn’t exactly the ‘think before you speak’ kinda guy — whatever comes out, comes out.. with no regard to how blunt or sudden it might end up sounding.

⌗ now how would that apply to a confession? well, i think he would just say it without even thinking of the impact behind his words. it would just come out naturally, casually.. and you would end up staring like- did he fr just say that??

a sigh left your lips as you turned the page of the newest issue you’d picked up of shinra’s very own magazine, because what didn’t the prestigious electric company have to their name?

meanwhile zack was busying himself with yet another set of squats, clearly antsy. missions had been quiet as of late, mundane even. at the moment, you were both occupying the second class floor, waiting for orders.. but nothing came.

a groan left the nicknamed puppy’s lips as he halted his movements before draping finally himself onto the spot on the couch you hadn’t occupied. “man i bet the firsts are out kicking ass! they really don’t have anything for us to do here??”

you licked your thumb to flip to the next spread, humming. “unless you feel like getting involved with professor hojo’s questionable ass tasks, i’d rather sit here in boredom.” you confessed, missing the grimace on his face since your eyes remained on the passage you had been reading.

“i guess you have a point.. but still.” he pouted, leaning into your face as a means of getting your attention. “can’t we go ask lazard?? he’s gotta have something by now for us, right?!”

a laugh seemed to leave your lips at his complaints as you lifted your eyes at last to meet his zircon ones, a smile stretching across your lips. “and, what? have him tell us no for the fifth time in the last two hours?”

his appendages seemed to part in protest before they jutted out once more. “w-well! for all we know a mission could have popped up on that computer of his right now! with angeal and them gone, they’re bound to ask us! i’m sure of it!” the second class SOLDIER insisted, clenching his fists in determination. “come on, y/n! it beats reading whatever propaganda you’re reading!”

it was partly true, shinra’s magazine went on and on about sephiroth’s feats if it wasn’t already in the daily paper or news. and one look at those puppy eyes had you crumbling. damn him for that effortlessly adorable face..

“fine, we’ll ask one last time.. but if he says no, you owe me a drink from the vending machine since i paid last time!” you huffed out, tossing your copy back on the the coffee table as you stood up with your hands on your hips.

as though sparkles had appeared in his eyes, zack hopped to his feet before engulfing you in a tight hug. “for real?? you’re the best, y/n!! i love you! i love you! i love you!!”

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, the romantic and the one that does too much because everyone else ain’t doing enough ( his words ) — genesis. you can expect a very enigmatic brain scratching confession..

⌗ or in other words, the cheesiest kind of confession that involves poetry, some form of incorporation with loveless, and just some frivolous display of his affections for you in case you don’t pick up on the hints..

“y/n, my dear! won’t you hang back awhile? our work is done for today.. perhaps you’ll indulge me in a piece i worked on, hm?” the redhead spoke up, causing you to pause in your tracks as you blinked over at him.

a piece? “you mean.. poetry?” you inquired for certainty, surprised that he had the spare time to be writing something. “i’m not the best at deciphering metaphors and whatnot.. but i’d be willing to hear what you have.” you smiled, eager to see what he had been working on in his free time.

“not to worry!” he waved you off, pulling out a small notebook from his long coat. “even the foolish and emotionally unintelligent, like our beloved sephiroth could understand!” genesis laughed out, fearless of his friend — or in his eyes, rival — as usual.

you let out a nervous chuckle as you pulled up a chair to hear what he’d prepared, praying that your silver haired friend did not hear.. not that he would care, anyway. just genesis being genesis.. “well um, i’ll do my best to somewhat comprehend what you wrote.” you offered, anyway, placing your hands on your lap as a means of resting them.

the male dressed in crimson took it as a sign to commence, lifting his fist up to clear his throat before holding up his poem. “in a bed of asters, the tears of the goddess.. blossoms a favored one amidst a world or filth and endless disasters — a beauty that wears star formed petals for a bodice..and adorns droplet shaped blades of which its creator once wept.” genesis paused, trailing a finger down to the next line. “one day, a new flower would emerge — tall, scarlet, and proud.. tenderly well kept, and yet.. as sorrowed as a rain cloud.”

you almost wanted to question why, curiosity overtaking you despite the urge to giggle at a few.. choice of words he made. how couldn’t you when it was so reminiscent of the usual reciting he did of his most favorite work of literature.

compelled by your zealousness, you fed into your inquisitiveness. “why was it sorrowed?”

a soft chuckle tumbled past his lips at the awe in your voice as he closed the book with a low hum. “for it was loveless, without its starry accomplice.. that bloomed on a path far away enough to diverge.” he finished gently before sliding a hand to your cheek. “nevertheless, that is but fiction.. as our paths will remain entwined, and my heart shall not bleed with my beloved star around.”

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes, the confession of his love.. yet another unspoken way of proclaiming his feelings for you, although i believe his method may just be a little more meaningful.. but just a little.

⌗ however, what would call for the confession exactly, and the realization of his feelings? personally, i believe it’d have either been something in the heat of the moment — in other words, you being in danger, or perhaps.. an inquiry, in regards to the buster sword glued to his back.

“earlier..” your began, eyeing your lover with a curious gaze. “that was the first i’d ever seen you draw the buster sword.. for the longest time, i convinced myself it was decorative, or something.. but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

the rag in angeal’s hand came to a pause at the question, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “i remember zack asking me that several times before and i still haven’t presented him with a proper answer.” he mused, eyes softening as he gazed upon his weapon. “growing up, my family was not one for riches. we had enough to get by, thankfully, but making money was hard work on my parents — specifically my father.”

a breeze passed through the few strands of hair that frames his face as he gazed upon the sky. “still, he had wanted to gift me something for passing the SOLDIER exam, and had this forged for me.” he smiled gently, closing his eyes. “it took him a very long time to recover financially for his debts in having this buster made, so long that it cost him his very life in the end..” the first class SOLDIER spoke up, allowing his eyes to lower back down to the blade in his hands. “and so, i do my best to avoid bringing any wear, tear or rust upon it.. as it represents not only my dreams and honor, but the efforts and sacrifice for its creation.” he finished steadily, finally meeting your stare. “but for you, i would draw it without a second thought.”

your boyfriend was already impressive to begin with- the most humble and noble person you had come to know.. but this? it had left you in complete awe to know how sentimental he truly was, despite his stoic demeanor. and for him to have used his beloved weapon to shield you from harm — what did that mean? that he.. held you in higher regard than it..?

“you.. you would do that for me?” your inquiry was stupid, as he had done it once already, earlier in fact.. but angeal nodded, regardless, the small smile on his lips expanding, even if it was just a pinch wider.

“if it guarantees your safety.. in a heartbeat.” he answered with little delay, a fondness in his mako tinted eyes — one that he only ever really showed to you.

notes. zack being the only one who actually says i love you verbatim.. meanwhile the others are cryptic and expect you to guess ( cloud.. genesis.. ) or say it without needing to say those three words.. crazy tbh

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[thedinonuggetthief]

If Lucifer Morningstar was a cg ★☆

★ let's be honest, he'd be a very sweet caregiver when he's taking care of his little one. He has a daughter of his own, he learned a thing or two with Charlie.

★ his patience is ^^^^ really up there. If you wanted a CG who has patience, this is your guy. He'll sit there for hours just for you to make a decision on something. No rush here!

★ As a cg, he'd be of course, patient. As well as somewhat soft spoken, nervous and nonstrict. He has no heart in even trying to be stern with you- he's just a soft man no matter what he tries to deny it

★ he's a nervous caretaker because: his flaws. What if he messed up? What if he did something that upsetted you? So I'd imagine he'd always be somewhat on edge and careful what he says to you, not wanting to upset you in any way (he's a bit of a slow talker as well. If he lets his nervousness get to him, his speech would be slurred)

★ not an active baby spoiler, but will get you anything you'd ask for. that doesnt make him a spoiler.... right? Want something? hes on it! Need someone to fill your cups? Yep! That's him! But he won't constsntly buy you things— well, sometimes!

★ piggy back rides kinda papa! He loves carrying you around if you let him. He's also the kinda cg to let you sleep on his stomach while you both are laying down. He slso loves trapping you in your favorite blanket before scooping you up into his arms

★ general hc: when he laughs, he snorts! You can easily make him laugh. And when you do he'll snort. He gets embarrassed for it but usually if he's in the midst of a giggle fit he'll forget about it

★ his preferred petnames are: papa, bubba, dad, etc! He usually doesnt mind any you wish to give him! He also loves to call you his "button nose", "kiddo/kid", "bunny" and "bubs" If you like to be called petnames

★ bought you a stuffie named "Ms Vee" who is a stuffie ragdoll cat with a voice box inside! Bonus, the voice box is Lucifer's prerecordings. If he's away, busy or just not current; Ms Vee gotcha covered. Just press her stomach and his voice will be heard ^^

★ his pre recordings includes: him saying good morning/afternoon/night, him asking how you're doing and saying something positive towards you,, there's also a few others like him humming a lullaby, reading a small story book, and telling you that you should sleep. There is over 200 recordings as of currently, so there's too much to say!

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[matty-bear]

“Why’d you stop?” [M.S]

Type: blurb! 

pairing: guitarist! matt sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: sfw, VERY fluffy 

summary: matt couldn’t help the tiredness overtaking his body as you played with his hair.

notes: based off an idea in my head-canons! be on the look out for drummer! chris hcs! hope you enjoy reading this. :D 

WC: 522

★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

your boyfriend was in a very clingy mood today. however, he couldn't let it get the best of him considering how he needed to learn and get this song down on his guitar by tomorrow. so in order to somewhat cure this clingy mood of his, matt sat in between your legs while you were sitting up in bed scrolling endlessly on your phone.

the second the male situated himself against you and comfortably set his guitar in his lap, you didn’t hesitate to card your fingers through your boyfriend's soft, chocolate brown locks. you pulled at a few strands here and there when you began to massage his scalp, earning a few content hums from him. 

after a few moments, you noticed that the tune matt was strumming on his guitar progressively grew slower and slower. 

“love?” you whispered, your voice soft and low as your fingers momentarily halted in his hair. 

“why’d you stop?” matt mumbles, the hand that was once ‘strumming’ the strings coming to rest on top of yours that’s buried in his hair. 

“baby, don’t you wanna go to sleep? you seem a little tired.” you inquirer, a small smile spreading across your lips as you start to run your fingers through your boyfriend's hair again. the second you do so, matt drops his hand from yours and completely leans against you, his guitar completely being forgotten and discarded on his lap. 

“maybe a little nap. need to get this down before tomorrow...” you could barely make out the male’s reply due to his speech slurring from his tiredness. 

“do you want me to put your guitar up so you can get more comfortable?” 

“mhmm...” 

you land a small peck on matt’s temple before you slowly sit him up and scoot out from behind him. as you slip off the bed and go to grab the guitar off matt’s lap, you can’t help the growing smile on your lips as you watch the male tiredly rub his eyes. you quickly make your way over to the guitar stand next to matt’s setup to set the instrument down before you climb back in bed. 

the second you get back behind him, the male leans back against you. you watch with a soft gaze as he curls up on his side and grabs for one of your hands again. 

“keep playing with my hair?” your boyfriend asks quietly. 

“of course, love. come lay down and i’ll keep playing with your hair.” you reply, discarding your phone on the nearby nightstand and laying down on the soft mattress. matt lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest, before he reaches for your hand again. 

a faint giggle escapes your lips as you pull the covers over the both of you, your hand immediately going back to play in matt’s hair. you hear the male hum contently as he snuggles into you, basically melting at both your touch and your body warmth. 

“i love you…” 

“i love you too, baby. get some rest.” 

before the last statement escaped your lips, matt  had already fallen into a deep slumber.

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[maomao-words]

Can we have another Sung Jinwoo fic cause I need more of him!!

How about headcanons of Jinwoo with a s/o that is only sweet to him and him only, everyone else can fuck off. Bonus if s/o is already close to him when he's still in E-class and is also a powerful hunter.

Hello, dear. This is such a lovely scenario!

As I am (temporarily) out of hiatus thanks to the Debut or Die fandom, I thought why not answer some of the piled up requests in my inbox.

I am sorry for the (very) late reply *laughs nervously.* I hope you enjoy these HCs.

Solo Leveling: Jin Woo with a S/O that is only sweet to him and him alone.

To Jin Woo, you were an angel. His Angel.

When he first met you, years back when his strength shackled him to the dreadful E-rank, you were the most powerful, confident, and sweetest woman he ever laid his eyes on. You perfectly led the party through the dungeon as an S-class Assassin, all while succeeding in protecting the rear where the lowest ranks where at. Jin Woo's respect towards you was well-established that very same day, and he gathered all of his courage to ask for your contact information. The tender smile you offered to him in response visited his dreams for months with no end afterwards.

Jin Woo's feelings towards you gradually shifted from platonic respect to romantic adoration, yet never faded away. Not with time, nor with all of the changes he has undergone with the arrival of the system. But when his newly-discovered S-rank became public, and a lengthy message of tender congratulations arrived on his phone from you, Jin Woo resolved himself to let his deeply-rooted affection known.

Oh, how sweet you were when he confessed. All gentle smiles and soft touches as he pulled close to him for the very first time. That image of you, hair fluttering in the evening breeze as the sun sets behind your figure, was forever etched in his mind.

Perhaps that is the reason why Jin Woo was unable to react in time as your clan mate raged and seethed, and voices started to raise from the different seats around the table. Jin Woo definitely heard the words you have spoken, with the lightest of smirks adorning your red lips, as you barely spared anyone but him a glance.

A few moments ago, your teammate was gloating about his latest dungeon run, boasting about the lavish loot he succeeded in getting, and not-so-subtly hinting that you would be unable to compete with him. You, on the other hand, were as calm as always. You simply busied yourself with sneaking bites of Jin Woo's favorite foods from your own plate into his own, before softly smiling at your beloved as he enjoyed what you have given him.

But as the man's insufferable speech turned into direct digs at Jin Woo himself, that was the moment where the knife in your hand found its way into the wall right behind your teammate's head.

"Trust me. Next time, I won't miss again, fucker."

All around you, voices rose to reprimand the infuriating bragger, and to calm you down enough to prevent you from throwing your own dagger next (you would later deny it, the sweetest of looks grazing your face, but Jin Woo saw your fingers around the dagger's handle with his own eyes).

But, to Jin Woo's second shock, none of the people present around the dinner table demonstrated any degree of surprise at your actions. Your clan leader sighed in exasperation, as if he were simply used to this. Only Jin Woo's face carried his own feelings of bewilderment as you blinked your eyes at him, and offered him another unbothered smile.

Perhaps Jin Woo's earlier claim of you being his angel needs to be slightly changed. He is more than happy to call you his devil, too.

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