#you got to know when to fold 'em (headcanons)

[carnivoraformes]

//Let it be known by default Aventurine does not like Sunday. He can act like it's because Sunday confiscated the things he brought to Penacony but that is not the only reason. I mean it doesn't foster any good feelings between them but just saying that is simply scratching the surface.

First off Sunday really is his biggest threat from the start, unlike every other head of the Family that seems more concerned with 'appearances' and the Charmony Festival going perfectly and nothing else really mattering Sunday seems to be the main one taking an interest in him and Aventurine knows it isn't in a good way. Sunday is the one that took the cornerstone, Sunday is the one that called him out, Sunday is the one that he had to worry about. The other heads of the Family don't seem to care enough to actively get involved or Sunday just didn't tell them.

Second, none of Aventurine's easier tricks work;

Bribery? HA! The man is rich as is and he isn't that easily distracted. If anything Aventurine knows he would just risk offending Sunday more than anything else, which would likely just get more attention put on him.

Physically take the cornerstones back? And what? Get banned and get the wrath of the Family on his head. Besides we already saw what Sunday can do, which while Aventurine probably didn't know about that, how much did he have to gain from assaulting the head of one of the Families or killing him at the worst possible time?

Charm him or seduce him? HAHAHAHA. No. Not a chance. Sunday clearly sees through his game, Sunday is clearly aware Aventurine is up to something and treats him accordingly. Again the only thing he might gain is offending Sunday.

Charm or seduce Robin (if she hadn't died). Would really piss Sunday off and if it didn't work (which it probably wouldn't) would put an even bigger target on his back.

Third, Sunday has power over him in one form or another from the get go and there is nothing Aventurine can do about it. He is the head of the Oak family. He has two cornerstones and he has no problem using his position against Aventurine.

Fourth, they are to similar. They are playing the same damn game at the same level and in Aventurine's mind it's his head on the chopping block if he fails not Sunday's. He is a legitimate threat to everything Aventurine is trying to do and that is a daunting prospect.

Sunday (like him) is rightfully paranoid, and it isn't blind paranoia that could be manipulated or directed somewhere else. Sunday sees him as a threat and there is no changing his mind. And he isn't wrong either.

Add on that both like to hide how dangerous they are behind a charming mask and it is a recipe for a bad time for Aventurine. Because it's only natural he doesn't like a taste of his own medicine.

Also while Aventurine isn't petty enough to hold this against even Sunday add on Aventurine knows what losing a sibling can do mentally to someone and having to play games with him knowing full well where Sunday's head likely is right now probably entails he knows full well that the game he is playing just that much more dangerous and Sunday was not taking his bait.

#*conure screaming intensifies* (ooc) // #you got to know when to fold 'em (headcanons) // #//just know one day i might also write why Sunday doesn't like Aventurine right back #//it's for all the obvious reasons but still #hsr 2.1 spoilers #hsr spoilers // #hsr spoilers

[plicatum]

//Aventurine tags.

#⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ << made a life of reading people's faces. ic >> ⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ #⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ << on a warm summer's evening. aventurine imagery >> ⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ #⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ << for a taste of your whiskey i'll give you some advice. aventurine musings >> ⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ #⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ << you got to know when to fold 'em. aventurine headcanons >> ⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ #⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚ << v; the house always wins >> ⋆｡‧˚ ⟡ ⋆.˚

[sinning-23]

SIT, LIKE A CHAIR

Opla face sitting/p*ssy eating headcanons

Warnings: dude the title is warming enough lol. ITS 18+ BRO

Zoro

-Fuck around and hover if you want to. He’s already got his arms around your thighs, forcing you to sit.

-He’s got some kind of sorcery or some shit with his tongue cause what the fuck.

-oh you thought he was stopping after you came once? Hahahaha that’s so funny.

-makes sure you are shaking and fucking shivering when he’s done with you

-Will make sure you know how much he loves the way you taste.

-“That’s it honey, cum on my face.”

Usopp

-unfortunately doesn’t know what the FUCK he’s doing when he eats but is very very fucking skilled with his fingers.

-we all know this man’s nose is 5 mf stars and would be nice to sit on and he knows this fact.

-on the occasion that he asks you to sit on his face he’s putting everything to work, using one hand to simultaneously spread your cheeks and keep your things flush against him.

-the other is already coaxing another orgasm out of you while his tongue circle slow around your clit.

-doesn’t talk when his mouth is full, he’s got manners lol

On the rare occasion he does speak it’s often after all is said and done

-“now you can brag about being eaten out by a legendary captain”

Sanji

-oh he eats religiously. Like is that even a question?

-he gets really fucking sloppy too. He’s got your juices and his saliva down his chin and all over your thighs.

-sometimes it feels like the eating is more for him than you (sometimes it is lol)

-expect lots of worship when he’s positioned under you. He prefers to eat when you’re sitting on the edge of the counter or table and he’s kneeling down in front with your legs over his shoulders.

-“I’ve never tasted anything as divine as you. Tout va bien pour moi”

-Has definitely cum from eating you out alone

Nami

-Oh she’s fucking ruthless. I mean just so mean when she eats.

-She likes to draw loving circles on your thighs and then offset that sweetness with a pinch.

-She’ll make it seem like she’ll be nice and let you cum, only to stop completely, eyes laser focused on that adorable little frustrated knot between your brows.

-Is a bit of a shit talker honestly and between how well she works her fingers inside you, how good her tongue feels on your clit, and each teasing comment she throws your way, you’re left spiraling.

-“Ohhh how cute. You gonna cum on my face just like that? You can hold on a little longer can’t you honey?”

Shanks

-If you look closely you can see that his facial hair is slightly bleached.

-We know the fuck why.

-He makes sure you know just how much he loves your pussy when he eats. I mean yes he’s slow and damn near torturous with how he asked you be patient and wait but it’s so worth it.

-He kisses up your thigh, then over the top of your panties. Then will suck and lick over the fabric until it’s soaked.

-Once that’s done, he takes em off with his teeth and licks one long, slow stripe up before deciding to suck on your clit for just a second. Soon after he’s pulling your closer by your thighs and eating you for all your worth.

-He will not talk, well…only if it’s to get you to sit still, his eyes peering dangerously into yours.

- “Don’t. Move.” (its pretty mf hot)

-holds your hand when you finally cum on his tongue.

Buggy

-He the best eater I know- he gets down. He don’t play

-if eating was a sport he’d be the champion.

-Teats your pussy like a meal(because it is in his eyes) and makes sure nothing is left behind besides your own slick, his saliva, and your trembling thighs.

He really gets into it too. I mean he’s moaning against your folds, slurping and drooling.

-This mf is a multitasker. His hands are definitely detached and holding the back of your knees to keep you from closing your legs. and he is working yet another orgasm out of you.

-He's a talker btw so expect lots of witty and raunchy comments while you're practically convulsing from overstimulation.

-"No one makes you feel like how I do huh princess?"

-"That's it honey scream my name."

-“I could eat you forever.” He whines with his mouth full of you

Mihawk

-He's not likely to eat as much. He doesn't dislike it but would rather give to you in other ways. However, despite this little thing about himself, he makes sure it's for a reason when he eats.

-For example, had a bad day? There's a remedy for that, come sit.

-Feeling a bit insecure and self-conscious? Let him show just how amazing you really are.

-Expect to feel a lot of vibrations with how much he growls and moans into your cunt.

-Not too much of a talker but when he does it makes not only your pussy throb but your heart melt.

-"Look at yourself. So beautiful my love." (there's a mirror on the ceiling)

-He isn't afraid to kiss you when he's done either. Wants you to know just how good you taste and that every time he has the privilege of having you sit on his face its like heaven (his words more or less).

#x reader #i don't care he's hot #one piece #one piece live action #headcannons #smut #one piece x reader #opla mihawk #opla shanks #opla buggy #sanji opla #opla nami #opla usopp #opla zoro #opla sanji x reader #opla zoro x reader #usopp x reader #opla shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #opla buggy x reader #nami x reader

[stuccobaby]

kahlopatra headcanons? 🙏

bestieeee

these are gonna be random a f

(college au/i aged em up)

Cleopatra runs cold, Frida runs hot. It's perfect.

yes, they both have their tickets for the Barbie movie. Cleopatra has her outfit planned out (pink pink pink everything) and Frida is very excited to be Cleo's Ken.

Frida thought she had a high tolerance for spicy food but Cleopatra is in a different league. Like she could go on Hot Ones and not even flinch.

but Cleo haaaates Tajin. Frida loves it. She puts it on fruit and Cleo couldn't believe her eyes.

Cleopatra has a cat! (i was picturing a siamese) Frida is lowkey allergic, but she can handle it. But if you thought Cleo was snooty...wait till you meet this cat.

Cleopatra snores. Frida thought it would be cute and quiet but it's actually kinda loud. Frida is contemplating ways to bring this up and survive to see another day.

Frida is an Aquarius! Cleopatra is a Scorpio (not to get in my astrology bag but I think she's a scorpio sun, leo rising and gemini moon. venus in leo or taurus. what do yall think about it.)

I wrote a lot hehe woops.

(TW: weed) Cleopatra is like a 'smoke at parties' kinda girl, whereas Frida smokes often for funsies and as a creativity boost.

(TW: weed) They tried to do a 'take an edible and go to an aquarium' date but Cleopatra got too high and freaked out in the shark tunnel. They'll try again but with an arboretum next time.

Frida can play the guitar. Cleopatra goaded her into playing for her once and folded immediately when she started singing. (at one point, Frida looked up and Cleo was taking off her clothes)

Speaking of, Cleopatra told Frida she signed up to be a model for her art class. Frida did not know she was a nude model. Frida should have guessed. damn it was hard to focus on painting that day

Cleopatra is now Frida's personal fashion consultant. She's a (cheerleader, homecoming queen) part-time model, she has a very keen eye for fashion obvi

When it's cold, Frida wears socks to bed and they argue about it all the time. They also argue about what side of the bed to sleep on (they both want the right side smh).

Frida loves going along with Cleo on her many beauty shop appointments (nails, hair, spa, etc) but won't go into any waxing/threading shop because the technicians start getting twitchy just looking at her. She feels like if she fell asleep, she'd wake up tied to the chair with two eyebrows.

They watch a lot of movies. Cleopatra laments how expensive TVs used to be but loves that they're cheap now because a big screen TV still makes her feel rich and luxurious.

Frida will be the first one to say I love you and it will mess Cleo up a little bit. don't worry tho, they'll talk about it! she's just not used to being loved (saad)

Frida is teaching Cleo Spanish, but all she wants to learn is swear words and dirty talk. it's gonna take a while

Cleopatra is a bug killer, Frida tries to trap and release.

Harriet (Frida's roomie in this AU) was extremely suspicious of Cleo at first ("wasn't she like your nemesis?") but she came around eventually ("enemies to lovers is kinda sexy...")

Frida is currently showing Cleo so many Spongebob episodes, she was sick of her constant references going to waste.

yes, they listen to a LOT of new music together. Frida tries to go in chronological order (2004 music, 2005 music etc), so that Cleo could hear the progression of music sound. (i could go on and on about music but these r getting long already)

Cleopatra is a passenger princess, but mostly because everybody is too scared to get in a car with her at the wheel; she drives like she's playing fucking GTA. (Frida thought people were kidding, but after they went soaring over a downhill speed bump one time, Frida politely took the keys forever).

speaking of GTA, that's Cleo's favorite video game. she enjoys mowing people down, blowing things up, and getting cute new outfits. Frida thinks its a good way for her to indulge her sadistic streak.

Mario Kartin': Frida mains an Orange Yoshi, Cleo goes between Peach and Rosalina (she refuses to make a Mii she thinks they're too ugly to represent her).

They become a different couple when they play mario kart. Frida is really fucking good and Cleopatra can't stand that shit eating grin every time she wins. (cleo would be like that tik tok sound: right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if im lying, that motherfucker's cheating!)

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I could write more but i wrote way too much already. y'all would have to ask for part 2. Also... may have snuck my next fic in here teehee.

if anybody wants to use these for art or what have you, go for it (but it better be gooood 😜)

tag and credit me tho so i can see it and be overjoyed

THANKS FOR ASKIN BESTIE!

#kahlopatra #clone high frida #clone high cleopatra #thank you for this question bestie hehe #anybody watch mpgis?

[misc-obeyme]

MC Talks Back

This was another suggestion from @oakley-tree1 for MC being disrespectful/talking back. I was inspired to write this as a scene rather than headcanons. I did my best with the bros, I hope they're not too OOC lol. I felt like it made the most sense for MC to talk back to Lucifer, so that's basically what happens, but all the brothers are present.

Thank you for the request, I hope it's not too far off from what you were thinking!

GN!MC

Warnings: MC getting sassy, but otherwise nothing.

It had been a particularly grueling week in the Devildom. You had so many projects you needed to work on, things you needed to take care of, and a bunch of demons who constantly needed your attention. You weren't even sure how you managed to balance everything.

Not only had you managed to calm down Satan after a particularly intense bout of wrathful destruction, you had also waited in line for hours with Levi so he could get some limited edition merch. Later on in the week, you had given Mammon a bunch of Grimm when he asked, mostly because you didn't care to know what he was going to do with it.

It had been a long week and you were tired. So it was nice to finally be sitting at the dinner table with the brothers at the end of the week. You were eating some kind of weird Devildom cuisine, but it tasted good even if you weren't sure what it was. Didn't Beel say something about shadow hog?

You weren't particularly paying attention to the usual bickering and banter going on around you. At this point, it was comforting background noise.

You did notice when Lucifer put down his fork, mostly because this was usually a signal that he was about to start lecturing someone. The entire table would get to listen as he rambled at length about their image and so on and so forth.

"MC."

You looked up at him, surprised. You weren't expecting him to start lecturing you. You hadn't done anything wrong lately, right? You began wracking your brain, trying to think of what it could be.

"It has come to my attention that you lent quite a lot of money to Mammon," Lucifer said.

You blinked. That wasn't exactly unusual. You glanced at Mammon. He was sitting beside you and while he'd been acting normal all evening, he was now clearly sweating bullets. His eyes kept darting between you and Lucifer, not settling on either of you.

Okay, so this was about something Mammon probably did with the money you gave him. You didn't even know what he wanted it for, but did it really matter?

Although you could feel your irritation rising, you kept your cool as you replied, "I don't see how that's any of your business."

The room went silent. You could sense all the brothers staring at you in shock as you calmly took another bite of your dinner.

You looked over at Lucifer, as if daring him to say anything else. You were sure he was going to look angry, but to your surprise, he smirked.

"Allow me to clear it up for you," Lucifer said. "That money was spent on counterfeit Wersace bags that he has been attempting to sell online."

You shrugged. "What do you expect me to do about it?"

Suddenly you could feel Mammon gripping your leg beneath the table. He was squeezing so hard you could feel his nails through your clothes. You looked back at him for a moment to see that he looked absolutely terrified.

"That's right," Satan said unexpectedly into the following silence. "It really has nothing to do with MC. After all, how could they know how Mammon would spend that money?"

"They should know better by now," Lucifer said, frowning. He folded his arms. "And it was quite a large amount."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter!" Mammon suddenly burst out. "I already stopped tryin' to sell 'em! I got rid of all the merchandise like ya told me to. What difference does it make how I got 'em to begin with?"

You narrowed your eyes a little. This behavior was pretty suspicious.

From across the table, Asmo giggled. "He just doesn't want you guys to find out that he didn't know they were counterfeits."

"Shaddup!" Mammon's grip on your leg somehow got tighter. "I knew exactly what I was lookin' at!"

You pulled at his wrist to get him to let go of you. "If you've already gotten rid of them and everything, why are we even talking about this?"

"I'm concerned about your tendency to give in to my brothers' every whim," Lucifer said. "Especially when it comes to lending money to Mammon."

"Oi!" Mammon protested.

You rolled your eyes. "It isn't like it's a big deal. You just need to chill out."

You could hear the sound of Belphie attempting to hold in his laughter from the other side of you. Satan was also struggling to keep his expression neutral.

Lucifer's frown deepened. "Do you know what it was like for me to explain to Lord Diavolo why my younger brother was selling Wersace knockoffs?"

"I'm sure it was most terrible," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "But honestly if Lord Diavolo isn't used to this kind of thing by now, he really needs to get with it."

Belphie was nearly shaking with laughter beside you. Mammon, on the other hand, looked like he was afraid for your life.

"I'm pretty sure Lord Diavolo doesn't care as much as Lucifer does," Levi said absently, his eyes on the video game in his hands. "He always just laughs when you tell him about this kind of thing."

"Anyway, what I choose to do with my money is what I consider to be none of your business. I'll give it to whoever I want," you said. You stood up from the table and pushed your half full plate across it. "You want the rest of my food, Beel?"

"Yes," Beel said seriously before he began demolishing what was left of your dinner.

Mammon caught up to you as you started walking back to your room.

"What was that about?" he asked, looking back over his shoulder as though he expected Lucifer to come after you both any second. "It ain't like ya to talk back like that."

You sighed. "I've just had a long week and I didn't want to listen to a lecture. Did you really not know that you bought fakes?"

Mammon flushed a little. "Course I knew!"

You gave him a look.

He folded his arms and looked away from you. "M-maybe I didn't…"

You laughed a little and bumped into him as you walked. "Maybe next time you'll be more careful about what you buy with my money."

"Sh-shaddup!" Mammon said and you laughed again.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #needed to come up with a reason for Lucifer to lecture MC #so of course it was really about Mammon #can't help it I love that guy lol #obey me mc #request #misc writes

[softspiderling]

five kisses | j.h.s.

requested by @novagreen04: hi! thank you for answering last time :D got a request that might be more specific this time. if you haven't written this for our man hangman yet, i'd appreciate if you'd write headcanons abt what's it like kissing him (on diffrent occasions, like when he comes home from deployment kisses, goodnight/ goodmorning kisses, etc) thank youuuuu💓💓💓💓💓

summary: five kisses with Jake

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2,3k

author's note: the fact that this started as a mini-fic, too... enjoy!

first kiss

“I really had fun today,” you told Jake as you stood in front of your door. Even though he had dropped you off right in front of your building, Jake had insisted on walking you to your door, to make sure you got home safe. 

“Me too,” Jake drawled, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “I am glad we finally got around to go out.”

“That’s on you. You’re always gone for work, and I know it’s different times now, but I prefer to have my first date in real life instead of virtually,” you pointed out and Jake gasped in mock, touching his chest.

“I clearly remember asking you out multiple times after you moved in and every time you turned me down.”

“Well, I didn’t think you were serious.”

Jake smiled at you, his eyes gleaming. “I could tell. But I am glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too.”

“Good night,” Jake said softly, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss on your… Cheek?

Stunned, you stuttered out a good night, before unlocking your door, letting it fall shut behind you. You generally didn’t kiss on the first date, but this date with Jake went exceptionally well. It’d be stupid to say that you were disappointed that he hadn’t kissed you, but you were. Sighing, you kicked your shoes off and hung your purse on the coat rack, when someone knocked on your front door incessantly. 

You opened the door warily, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Jake? Did you forget something?”

“Yes, I forgot to do this.”

Jake grabbed you by the neck gently, pulling you in for a kiss and even though you initially squawked in surprise, you soon melted into his arms, kissing him back.

2. good night kiss

The shower was running when you got to Jake’s, hanging his spare key in its place before moving to the living room. You were extremely cranky, your day was long and you didn’t even had time to go home to grab a change of clothes before heading to Jake. You’d have to wake up earlier tomorrow to go home to change.

Dragging yourself to the living room, you pulled out the stack of papers from your bag, putting them on the coffee table. The water in the bathroom was turned off, and you heard the door opening.

“Babe, is that you?”

“No, I am a robber who used your spare key and now makes themselves feel at home while you’re showering.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you when he walked in the living, a towel slung around his waist. Immediately, you regretted your words.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Today was a crap day and I didn’t even have enough time to grab a change of clothes,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead and Jake stepped closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Come on, let’s go to bed hm?”

“I can’t, I still have a bunch of papers to grade.”

Jake took your hand and you half-heartedly tried to stay put, not really wanting to grade them. 

“Come on, your kids will understand. You barely look awake enough to get through one paper, let alone a stack of ‘em.”

You followed Jake to the bedroom, sitting down on the bed while he dried himself off, before handing you an old t-shirt of his to sleep in. While he got changed, you didn’t even have the energy to watch, you were that tired. Instead, you slipped into his shirt, folded your clothes neatly and put them on the dresser, crawling into the bed. Jake immediately followed suit, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“What if we found a place a little bit closer to school, hm? You wouldn’t have to go home before work every morning and it’d just take a bit of stress off of your shoulders,” he suggested quietly. 

Raising a brow, you turned around in his arms, looking at him. “We? As in, you want us to find a place together?”

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

“I didn’t realize we’re at that stage already.”

Jake chuckled, brushing the stray hair out of your face. “I’ve pretty much been at this stage ever since I met you. I’m in this for the long run, sweets. Aren’t you?”

Smiling, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Okay,” you mumbled into his skin and Jake’s body rumbled as he laughed. 

“Get your face out of there, I didn’t understand a word. 

Pulling back, you looked up at him, somewhat shyly. “I said okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. Humming into the kiss, Jake tangled his hand into your hair, before breaking the kiss. 

“Sleep tight, sweets.”

3. reunion kiss

Nervously, you played with your necklace, constantly checking the time. Jake had texted you that he was on his way from the airport. You would’ve picked him up, but the airport was 3 hours away, and that was just one way, so Jake assured you he’d grab a cab instead of making you drive all the way out there. 

It was a little after six and Jake left the airport around three, so he must be home any second. This was Jake’s first time coming home from deployment since you moved in together and it was important to you that the apartment was clean, cozy and that dinner was in the oven. When you heard the keys jangle at the front door, you jumped up, opening the door. 

Jake raised his eyebrows, before his face melted into a relief smile. 

“Hi sweets.”

“Jake,” you breathed out, throwing your arms around his neck. He stumbled a bit, but he dropped his duffel bag to the floor to embrace you, sighing softly. Even though he had assured you that this detachment wasn’t anything dangerous, you had been worried sick and counted down the days until he had returned home. 

“I missed you,” he said quietly into your hair and you bit back a sob, which immediately alarmed him. “Hey, hey, don’t cry.”

Holding you at an arm's length, he gently wiped the tears off your cheek with his thumb and you only laughed wetly. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

Jake only smiled fondly at you, before leaning down to give a soft kiss. It wasn’t one of your best kisses, that was fair, given the tears and all. But that was okay, all that mattered was that Jake was finally back in your arms.

“Welcome home.”

4. good morning kiss

On the morning of your birthday, you stirred awake earlier than usual. Blindly, you reached for Jake, only to find a cold, empty bed. That was weird. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It wasn’t even eight yet. 

Maybe he was out for a run. 

Padding to the kitchen barefooted, you grabbed yourself a glass of water, glancing out of the window. It was a nice day out and even though the sun hasn’t risen quite yet, the sky was clear. When you saw Jake’s car pull in the parking lot, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Well, clearly he wasn’t out on a run. You watched him for a second, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head when he grabbed a huge bouquet of flowers from the back seat.

Obviously, you were in the middle of ruining his surprise, so you put your glass into the dishwasher and booked it back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers. A few minutes later, you could hear the front door open and shut. Then, tinkering in the kitchen. Soon, a smell of bacon and pancakes filled the apartment and you pressed your lips together gleefully, your entire chest warming. 

You weren’t sure how long you were waiting until footsteps came towards the bedroom, the door creaking open. Your eyes were shut, waiting for something, anything, and then:

“How long have you been awake?”

Peeking an eye open, you saw Jake standing in the doorway, the flower bouquet in a vase on a tray of breakfast food. Your cheeks flushed.

“How’d you know I was awake?”

Jake gave you a look and carefully set down the tray on the bed next to you. Cupping your cheek, he smiled fondly at you. 

“It’s cuz you always snore a little when you’re asleep. Happy birthday, baby.”

Leaning in, he kissed you softly and you melted against him, kissing him back. He had a hint o f coffee on his lips and he tasted like home.

5. make up kiss

Scrubbing at the table furiously, you glared at it like it had personally offended you. You didn’t even stop until the surface basically reflected your face back at you, it was that clean. Heading back to the kitchen, you tossed the rag in the sink before getting started with putting the dry dishes away. When you heard keys turn in the door, you tensed, however choosing not to greet Jake, keeping your attention on the dishes.

“Hi baby, what’re doing up so late?” Jake asked, toeing his shoes off before joining you in the kitchen. It was obvious that he had completely forgotten about it, which made it even worse. You had sat across from your friends like an idiot for half an hour, texting and calling him countless times. And here he was, acting like nothing had happened, obviously just coming from the bar. 

“Cleaning,” you replied curtly. Jake raised an eyebrow, eyeing you carefully, leaning against the counter.

“I can see that… Do you want to do anything for dinner or have already eaten?” he then wanted to know, leaning over to kiss you, but you turned your head so his lips met your cheek instead.

“... Are you mad at me?”

“No, why would I be mad at you? It’s not like you forgot something.”

Jake glanced between you and the cupboard, in which you placed the coffee mugs just a tad too aggressively, before his eyes fell to the calendar. 

dinner with ash + rob!

“Oh fuck, that was today?”

You ignored him, and Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair. He started explaining himself, how work was insane and how all the squadron wanted to do was to get a drink after work and how he hadn’t planned on staying for long.

"You could have just called me."

At that, you whirled around angrily, fumes basically coming out of your ears. 

“Are you kidding me, Jake?” you snapped and Jake took a few steps back, his eyes wide. “I texted you 50 times, I called you over and over again and you didn’t pick up! You knew how important this dinner was to me, and you couldn’t even think to check the calendar in the morning before work, OR check your phone when you decided to stay out drinking after work?”

Storming into the bedroom, you opened up the closet, with Jake hot on your heels.

“I know. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, and what good is that to me now, Jake?” You asked, before dumping a blanket in his arms, that you’d just pulled out of the closet. 

“Good night.”

You shut the door in his face, before letting out a long sigh, leaning against it. Hearing Jake exhaling deeply from the other side, his steps then retreated into the living room. God, you were so mad at him. 

A few hours later, it was nearing three am and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You knew it was partly because Jake was spending the night on the couch and partly because you hated going to bed angry. But there was no way in hell that you’d call him to bed. You startled when there was a gentle knock on the door. 

“Are you still up?” 

Jake’s voice sounded muffled through the door and you contemplated acting asleep. 

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“... Yes.”

The door creaked open slowly and Jake stepped in, looking… Kind of miserable. His hair was ruffled, the blanket was draped over his shoulder, as he closed the door behind him. Jake got on the bed slowly, as if not to startle you, taking your hands in his when you sat up. 

“I’m really sorry for forgetting dinner with your friends. I should’ve remembered, and I definitely should have at least looked at my phone.”

Blinking at him, you glowered a bit, before lying back down, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. Jake didn’t move for a second, before he snuck under the blanket, curling around you. He leaned his forehead against yours and gently kissed you on the lips, before pressing another kiss on your hand. 

+ 1 bonus “last” kiss

Peeking around the corner, you made sure no one lingered in the hallway before you booked it to the backyard, as silently as you could. Your dress was swirling against the carpeted floor and with a push of the door, you were standing in the courtyard, where Jake was waiting for you. He looked so handsome. 

“Hi!” you whispered and he wrapped his arms around you, twirling you around for a bit. His cheeks were red and the smile on his face was so bright, it competed with the sun in the sky. 

“You look absolutely breathtaking, baby,” he whispered and you straightened the buttons of his gray suit jacket. 

“You look very handsome, too babe. But I still think you should’ve worn your dress-whites.”

He gave you a look, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I told you, I wanted to marry you as Jake Seresin, not as Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin. This is me, baby.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you leaned up to kiss him, your hands around his neck. Jake kissed you back, stealing all the air from your lungs, before he pulled away, beaming at you. 

“I can’t believe that the next time we kiss, we’ll be husband and wife.”

“Well, you better believe it.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you guys!” 

Javy was standing in the door, glaring at the soon-to-be married couple, looking absolutely furious. 

“Everyone is looking for you! I can’t believe you’re late to your own wedding!”

With a laugh, you and Jake ran back inside, with Javy ushering you to go faster, to finally start the ceremony that would officially make you Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.

-

🏷️list: @luckyladycreator2 // @idiomaticpunk // @littlebadariell

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[xianoii]

‧ ˏˋ MULTIPLE ﹐ ◜ SWEETENER ! ◞ ̣ ͘ ─┈ I WANNA see what your head game like, do you know what you doin’?

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ HEADCANONS 、how they eat pussy .

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader ╱ cunnilingus ╱ praise ╱ squirting ╱ overstimulation ╱ multiple orgasms ╱ fingering ╱ minors & dc antis do not interact.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ INCLUDING 、kaedehara kazuha ╱ arataki itto ╱ diluc ragnvindr ╱ yae miko ╱ kaeya alberich ╱ lisa minci ╱ childe ╱ kamisato ayato .

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ NOTE 、tryna get outta my writing & inspo funk don’t mind me ( i got carried away on the second one mb ) *reposting with working tags!

──┈ ◜ MESSY & SLOPPY ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- ARATAKI ITTO | LISA MINCI | YAE MIKO⠀

they like to drive you wild. a part of it is for their own pleasure—because there's nothing sexier than seeing you writhing and moaning, hearing their names pour from your lips, and your hands grip impossibly tight at long strands of hair. sit on their face or just completely smother them in your cunt - it doesn't matter. they love the taste and the feel of you, and as long as you, their sweet lil’ baby, is feeling good? they’ll eat you until you're soiling the sheets and the mattress through in your juices, your thighs shaking and sticky as they're covered in cum and arousal and your pussy soaked and never recovered from multiple previous orgasms. soak their face in everything you have to give while you sob in pleasure and whimper their names. if you become a mess by their hands—by all means, spread your legs, and let ‘em get a taste.

──┈ ◜ CALCULATED & SLOW ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- KAEDEHARA KAZUHA | DILUC RAGNVINDR | KAMISATO AYATO⠀

he likes to take his time with you. carefully exploring every inch of your pretty body, praising every curve and dip as he goes along. he likes to have his knee between your legs, occupying the growing anticipation behind your panties as he tends to every part of you. his eyes never leave yours as he drops to his knees and peels back your panties, seeing the pool that's soaked through the fabric and the translucent strings of arousal that connect you to your messy panties. he likes to keep them on you and push them to the side, flattening his tongue in your folds and humming. he takes in the way your back arches as he does so and how you fight the urge to moan, sinking your teeth in your lip. it's almost agonizing how he twists his tongue between your folds, slowly trailing closer and closer to your clit. circling around the bud before letting the tip of his tongue flick it. he loves to get you desperate - to hear you plead and beg for more as he meticulously maps out your cunt. and though it drags on for much too long and your pussy aches for adequate pleasure-- it's not long before his lips are wrapping around your clit and he's sucking, humming, and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. his tongue is magic, and you realize soon that all that agonizing teasing was for you - to get you in the right places that have you incoherently chanting his name and praises like a mantra. and when he uses his fingers to toy with your clit while his tongue moves in and out of your hole, you feel as though you're about to pass out. and it's those low mumbles of “c’mon angel, give it to me...cum on my tongue, pretty.” that have you lightheaded. it doesn't take long for you to come undone and trap his head between your thighs as your orgasm breaks over you like a flash flood. but he doesn't stop, and he isn't sure if he will, because your body cooperates with him, and you're too pretty as a mess to leave after one orgasm.

──┈ ◜ GREEDY & SELFISH ◞ ⠀ ݈݇- KAEYA ALBERICH | CHILDE

he just wants to taste you. any time, anywhere, spread those legs of yours and suffocate him in your taste. it’s every time that he does this that he doesn't stop until he’s satisfied. try to push him away or sob out ‘stop’, he’ll pin you down and fold your legs back and lap incessantly at your glossed cunt and puffy clit. the way you taste, it's addicting. he won't miss an opportunity. sit you on the dining table after a meal, on the sink after a shower, sneaking under your desk at work— whenever, because he’s greedy and can't help but feast on what you give him. your pussy is his and his only, and he makes sure you know that. spelling his name with his tongue along your folds, slurping every bit of cum that spills from your hole, and always reminding you as he speaks against your clit, “taste s’good, princess. mmh, i love my pretty pussy.” you're all his, and real obedient. open those legs, spread that pussy and get comfortable, because as long as he’s with you and in control, you’ll be there a while.

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[brewed-pangolin]

After playing both the campaign and warzone, I have come to the simple conclusion that there are two very different sides to Mr MacTavish. Something that I am lovingly referring to as...

The Highland Coin Toss

How he reacts and treats you is purely dependent on the relationship and what he's more comfortable with you calling him. And if you are lucky enough to gain access to both sides, flipping his coin turns into an all out 'spin the bottle', color me horny fuck fest. So, without further ado, let us begin....

18+ MDNI under the cut

CW: Just some personal headcanons sprinkled on a giant heap of smut. Sub/Dom Soap. P in V, Fem receiving.

AN: This is the first anything I have written in over 5 years, so apologies if it's absolute shit. Honestly, though, had so much fun with this double-sided Scottsman! Much Love 💛

'Heads' Johnny MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, he's got 'em. More to protect himself from those around him. But patience will prevail. Give it time, and you'll begin to see those barriers slowly crumble down.

Honesty goes a long way with Johnny. He can generally read people like a book (please don't bring up Graves, he's still sore after that traitorous bastard) If he does catch you being untruthful to him or any of the 141 or Voqueros, good luck getting back on his good graces. Book's closed, done.

Beneath that hardened exterior, Johnny is incredibly affectionate. And not just in a romantic aspect. He doesn't see 141 and Voqueros as soldiers or troops, they're his brothers.

Don't try to get in between him and his missions. Johnny is a military man through and through, and nothing is more important to him than the completion of the task at hand.

Loyal to a God damn fault.

Johnny is the fighter of the coin toss. Calculated, thorough and eyes on every detail, no matter how insignificant they may seem.

Once those walls are dust, this man will be nothing but putty in your hands.

Now, on to the fun stuff...

Johnny is 100% a switch! If you want him to be in control, he'll gladly take the reigns. But if you're feeling a bit more frisky and want to be in control, this man will be in absolute heaven (he won't deny it, Johnny loves watching you ride him)

Is absolutely obsessed with your body.

No matter the time, place, or scenario, he's going to have a hand on you (leg, thigh, arm, hand, neck, ass, foot, head...) And those hands like to wander...simple caresses turn into deliberate touches with one goal in mind.

And Johnny knows ALL of your pleasure zones. Will either focus his fingers on them or dance around them entirely just to drive you wild. Once his touch has been satiated, his mouth will go to work.

Kissing Johnny is an experience in sexual nirvana. His hands will cradle your head as his tongue explores and tastes you. Only when you're a breathless mess will he give you reprieve and move on. Every inch of you will be peppered in starving kisses. Loves your neck and inner thighs the most (mainly due to the reaction and moans you elicit in response)

But his main prize is the deliciously warm cavern between your thighs. Is nothing short of methodical when eating you out. Torturously so at times.

Starts with long, languid draws of his tongue along your folds. Quickly followed by precise and deliberate attention on your pulsing clit. Loves to oscillate between these two maneuvers, purely out of satisfaction as you all but lose your mind beneath his salacious mouth.

Johnny knows exactly where that special bundle of nerves is, he knows how much you can take and will push you to your limit. You'll be on the verge of insanity, and all you'll see between your legs is victorious glacial eyes beckoning you to break and come apart on his tongue.

He is so atuned to your body it almost makes you wonder if soul mates are a reality or just a long told fairy tale. This thought always creeps into your mind as he enters you. So slowly, you feel ever inch of him, and once he's fully seated, you swear you can feel his rapid heart beat within your welcoming cunt.

Slow and steady wins this race in his mind. Johnny is fully aware that it is not the pace that gets you off, and is willing to spend all night getting you to the ecstasy you both so desperately desire.

Don't count those determined hands out when he's thrusting balls deep within you. He'll find that pulsing bud and match his determined circling fingers with the pace of his hips.

Speaking of hands, Johnny never keeps them in one place for too long. His fingers will traverse and explore your curves like meandering, sexually driven pilgrim.

King of Priases! "Y'So beautiful hen." "Good bonnie. Feel so fucking good." "C'mon, I know ya can give me another one."

Will talk you through your orgasms.

"Keep your eyes on me, bonnie."

"That's it. Cum for me. Cum for me, hen."

His voice will be soft, slightly above a whipser with just enough strain in it to send you over the edge.

You'll know when Johnny's close. He'll hold you tight, desperately so, to the point you'll feel like he'll suffocate you. His pace will stammer and with one last thrust you'll feel him empty himself within you.

Johnny is in heaven when he cares for you post romp. He'll pepper you in soft kisses while his fingers dance across your still trembling skin. And he's always prepared; damp washcloth within arms reach because he knows you both can get quite messy.

You'll fall asleep first, because that's what he wants. Soft whispers of how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel will echo into your ears. The last thing you'll remember is strong arms wrapping around your waist and the slow beating of his heart as you let sleep take you over completely.

'Tails' Soap MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, no. Try fucking skyscrapers. Only way you're getting to this side of the Scot is by proving you're not a complete waste of time and flesh. Even if he has opened himself up to his more accepting side, don't push your luck trying to figure out what he hides behind closed doors. Soap will read through those lines within seconds and shut it down. And he'll be a locked vault from then on.

Assertive. Especially during and immediately following missions (it takes Soap a day or two to get back to civilian life).

Bit of a control freak, particularly when it comes to his routines. (Yes, he has a very specific hair regimen. So if you value your life, don't touch anything. And no, he's not going to talk about it)

Patience. Patience. Patience. Let Soap open himself up to you. It may take a few months, maybe even years. You may need some help from his brothers in arms to get to this man (Gaz especially, he's such a softie). They're truly the only ones that know Soap for who he really is.

Complete trust is necessary to gain access to Soap, and once that element has been reached, you'll have your own personal body guard at every beck and call.

Soap is the protector of this flip of the coin. Think of a 200lb, military trained pitbull. God forbid anyone looks at you the wrong way.

Smexy time!!

Soap can be a bit aggressive at times, especially if he's been without any release for a long period. But make no mistake, Soap is a pleasure Dom to the absolute max! He'll get off, no doubt about that. You on the other hand, depending his mood you'll have either one mind blowing orgasm or several. (Good luck trying to walk after those nights)

While Johnny has a routine while being intimate with you, Soap is all over the place. He may start by fucking you relentlessly for hours, followed by eating you out and finish with devouring your mouth. Then start all over again in a different rhythm, and will probably throw in some shower sex just for good measure. Soap's unpredictability is what drives you to insanity. You can't keep a handle on him, and in that, your mind goes blank and purely enjoys everything he gives to you.

Ultimate grabby hands. Can get a bit carried away at times. Don't scold him for leaving bruises, consider them ultimate fleshy love notes.

Formidable make-out extraordinaire. While Johnny is affectionate and somewhat desperate, Soap is aggressive and all-consuming. And he won't give you a break from his mouth until he's had his fill. (Cue your grabby hands so you don't fall to the floor)

Hickeys. Hickeys fucking everywhere. Obsessed with leaving them in the most random places. Your calf has become his new favorite, and you strangely enough can't get enough of it.

Three words: Teasing. Fucking. Bastard.

Loves to watch you squirm beneath him, whether it be to his mouth or to his hardened and precise cock. And his hands, God damn his hands! You've started calling him your 'Clitoral Beethoven" since he can make you sing by the sheer power of his fingers alone.

Soap is ravenous with his mouth on you. This fact is proven time and again when he is buried between your thighs. His vigorous workings are only magnified by his vibrating groans that tantalizingly work their way up your spine.

Soap is the epitome of messy when he's eating your pussy. He'll all but swallow you whole, covering his stubble and chin with your juices. Those gorgeous blue eyes disappear between your thighs, replaced by darkened orbs filled with needy hunger. Your breaking point is when he begins to seesaw his head from side to side, the friction of his mouth combined with his determined tongue will having you screaming his name within seconds.

No flat surface is safe with this man. Can and will bend you over at any moment, especially if you're alone. (If not, expect a fair amount of borrowing stares and even a firm grab of your ass if he's feeling extra horny, which is pretty much always)

Speaking of horny, Soap is so needy for your pussy he can't always wait for you. But this man is resourceful, and almost always prepared. You don't know where he keeps it, but somehow he's got lube in his hand and already stroking his cock and you've barely pushed your pants down for him. And there's nothing gradual about how Soap enters you, he's balls deep first thrust. But he does hold and let you get used to him, purely for the feel of your cunt quivering around his cock.

Loves, loves, LOVES doggie style! Not only does it give him the most perfect view of your ass, but let's him have complete control of the pace. And whoa mama you're gonna need to mentally and physically prepare yourself, cause Soap is gonna fuck you senseless!

Have a mattress warehouse on speed dial. Just do it!

Mentioned that Soap is assertive. That's an understatement when he's having his way with you. He's strong, Godlike when he so desperately wants to feel your pulsing cunt around him. So expect a fair amount of man handling and body contortions (cue you turning into a human pretzel fuck toy; yoga may become a necessity before any Soap sexathon)

And that Scottish accent will only thicken as he pounds himself in your molten core.

"Be a good lass and scream fer me. Want e'eryone to know yer MINE."

"Takin me so well, aren't ya?"

"Can't get enough, can ya bonnie? Always so fuckin hungry fer my cock."

"So fuckin wet fer me. Yer a dirty girl, aren't ya?"

You're going to either have a strong hold on him or anything with a firm base, because Soap is going to completely ruin you. The room will be a cacophony of skin slapping, pleading moans and reverberating growls. The sounds will tempt you to poke the bear, but do so at your own risk...

"Harder, Soap. Fuck me harder."

His calloused hand will firmly grib the back of your neck, and the other will give your ass a hardened smack. You'll feel his body weigh down against yours, hips contuing their assault as his mouth ghosts the cusp of your ear.

"Fuckin needy little thing, aren't ya lass?"

Consider the bear, poked.

Soap will undoubtedly fuck you through your orgasms. He may be talking, but it will probably be some overly gratified Scottish that you don't understand. It's the growl of his words that make you go over the edge, blissfully cock drunk as your body convulses around him and your mind goes completely white.

Aftercare with Soap will almost always end in a bath. One to clean the excessive amount of fluids, and two to help soothe your blissfully overused body. As rough as he can be during the act, Soap is incredibly tender and gentle afterwards. Only thing on your mind will be when he came during the deed. His repsonse is always the same...

"Non of that now, bonnie."

Want to give some massive kudos to @yeyinde, @irnbru32, and @mvtthewmurdvck for their inspiration to get me back to writing. Y'alls fics are so unbelievably well done and immersive, I honestly can't get enough! Glad to be back and part of the Soap Squad 🧼 💛

#the highland coin toss #what the fuck did i just do #was slightly drunk when i wrote most of this #wanna flip his coin #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod soap #soap squad 🧼

[bougiebutchbitch]

happy izzy headcanons, off the cuff:

ed's adhd ass remembers the most random shit about him that he said one time, like that his favorite color is green, he doesn't like sweets, and he used to feed a stray cat when he was a kid (despite not remembering ostensibly more important things / things that were repeated or told to him directly. RIP iykyk etc)

he called the cat Miss Lady and sometimes to get out of "playing" with "fellow" "children" and other such tedium, he would claim she was his boss and he had to go to work for her in her estate (he's like ≤8yo or something when he pulls this)

still has not gotten much better at lying than that tbh

his parents loved each other and him and his big sister very much. they were as happy as they could be in their level of poverty, and iz's youngest years were filled with unconditional love

he and his sister both got their first jobs at the same little shop, but izzy was immediately and comically fired for being crass and rude to customers lmao (also for wearing pants)

he was part of the navy for an astounding one (1) year before being discharged - equally comically - for being the singular most insubordinate little shit ever seen. regular punishments had absolutely no effect on his behavior, and though they threatened to do worse by that point they could not catch him.

his criminal record is just as long as ed's, but the bulk of his charges are morality based. he fucks so severely it is a crime. (not that hard to do really, at the time, but he's proud of it lol.)

Jewish

was taught to read english and hebrew as a kid (Jewish communities at the time had higher literacy on average than other groups & taught girls as well as boys to read, iirc)

can buy and sell in many languages, but can't really converse. is in the process of learning spanish from jim and french from frenchie (with much more unsavory instruction provided by roach, for surprise use on frenchie lmao)

not necessarily about izzy i guess lmao, but i have a scene that runs in my head of izzy telling jim something private in spanish and jim interrupting (but not fast enough) to yell that oluwande is fluent, to which olu nervously says "no, i forgot. those words. don't use 'em much, so. you know. whoosh. gone. didn't understand any of it."

he and anne fake dated way back, to make ed and mary jealous

he and jack tried this also, after it worked for anne but not for izzy, but in the process they accidentally dated for real (jack... might have had ulterior motives lmao)

takes ye olde hrt, in the form of an herbal tea recipe that he got from a midwife who clocked him at 50 paces. they are still friends.

bottom sub leaning, but still a vers switch!!!

explores his gender further, with encouragement and some minor guidance from wee john. he has a little bit of a crisis at first, wondering if he only felt like a man because he didn't make a very pretty woman, but he talks it all through in fits and starts - primarily in out of context ambushes - with john and jim, learns more about drag, etc, and eventually gets comfortable with being a man who pretends to be a woman sometimes and just happens to be very good at it due to certain biological advantages lol

later functionally becomes ed's drag mom, the way john was for him - featuring many more instances of dressing him up like he did for the party in season one

realizes after being folded into the found family that he LOVES cuddling, and physical intimacy of all kinds. like basically discovers acts of service is actually not his only love language. nothing makes him feel more content than being physically in sync with someone.

at some point pete decides he wants to stop being all talk and actually live up to all the shit he's bragged about, but he doesn't want everyone else to know and/or there to be any witnesses to him being bad at stuff at first. so he solicits secret lessons from izzy, and izzy gives them and keeps the secret without condition.

he's basically the gordon ramsay of piracy. if you're learning and you're working at it, he's patient and attentive. if you act like you don't have anything to learn or make claims you can't back up, he calls you a fucking donkey.

grows his hair out. adores having it played with.

takes his job as "unicorn" very seriously. all of his duties are pretty much assigned to him via his own perception of what the fuck being the ship's unicorn even means, but if he says something is or isn't his job everyone goes with it without question. he sometimes abuses this fact, but only with ed lmao.

has each member of the crew add their own x to his tattoo and ends up with a little constellation of slightly differently shaped stars across his cheek/temple

SHRIEKS IN JOY

oh these are PERFECT. Excuse me while i squeal over each and every one.

I KNOW THAT PAIN, ED, BABYBOY, DARLING, PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER. He is theeeee most ADHD gremlin. He will randomly describe in perfect detail a day from 10 years ago that Izzy only has the vaguest recollection of, down to the precise inflection in whatever Izzy said to make that moment stick in his mind - but he still doesn't know Izzy's birthday sldkfhgklsdfhg

oh no. OH NO. Tha'ts horrifically cute. And I love that Izzy is a gritty old pirate who can kill without a moment's hesitation - but he cannot tell a good fib to save his life lmao. It's the 'tism

:cris and holds happy baby Izzy close:

I'm WHEEZING at tiny angry scowly Izzy getting fired from a shop for being a bastard refusing to wear a dress, saying fuck this, running away to join the Navy where the wearing of dresses is not requisite, and almost immediately getting fired for STILL BEING A BASTARD. :chinhands: it's so him

I am just. Imagining. Lucius getting hold of Izzy's criminal record in S1 before they really get to know each other. And just being supremely confused that Izzy has actually walked the walk lmao

JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY :clutches that headcanon very close to my chest:

ohhhhhh gosh I LOVE the crew teaching each other casual little things.... language tutors Jim and Frenchie and co., my favourite. I wonder if Izzy teaches them a tiny bit of Hebrew, too? Or if he keeps that very close to his chest. (I love the headcanon that he and Ed are both Jewish, and it's part of what drew them together~)

SCREAMS at Izzy accidentally Revealing Things to Olu because he doesn't realise he speaks that much Spanish.... And at Jim warning him! I also imagine that like, AS SOON as Jim gives that warning, they get the fuck in front of Oluwande with a knife, juuuust in case Izzy goes for him - but Izzy just glares at Oluwande, jerks a nod, and mutters 'first time I've given a man amnesia without having to hit him in the head'. Oluwande awkward-laughs and flees, but though Izzy's a tiny bit wary of him for a few weeks, he doesn't stab him?? So, y'know, success?

also, as ever, I am OBSESSED with Jim and Izzy being casual quiet trans buddies and helping each other out now and then. :gently pushes my headcanon of Izzy helping Jim acquire Ye Olde Top Surgery towards the fandom on a silver plate:

FAKE DATING FAKE DATING AHHHHHHHHHHH

CJIZZY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh (I love Jack being like. 'Yeah I'll fake date you to make Ed jealous, Izzy :D Yeah, absolutely no strings attached. Yeah we're not gonna actually fuck or anything. Of course.' then pulling EVERY string available to get in Izzy's pants dsfklghkdsfgkdlsgf

YESSS TO BOTTOM SUB LEANING VERS SWITCH IZZYYYYYY he has the range, darling! I love the idea that he was Ed's service top for ages, and is legit good with a strap~ >:3c Almost as much as I love subby top Izzy who always comes too soon and goes jellylegged so his partner has to sigh and take over and fuck him into the mattress while telling him what a disappointment he is (which, ofc, only makes him wetter). ......Yes, I blame carryme for this one entirely.

TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY - I vibe with this on a spiritual level. Also: I can imagine Izzy was REALLY rigidly 'I am a man so I have to be masculine' as a result of internalised transphobia/fear of discovery, so this whole process of realising he can do whatever the fuck he wants, actually, involves a lot of unworking of societal assumptions and confronting past traumas and fears, and Wee John only meant to share something transgressive and fun with Izzy but now Drag Hour is therapy hour too. And honestly, it's good for him and Izzy and Jim, and Izzy's expression goes this amazing mix of offended and delighted and terrified and excited whenever he realises that yes, he is allowed to present himself however he likes and he will 'still be a man'. Although I do think he might draw the line at dresses, and keep to more andro drag? Like, he tries on a pretty dress ONCE and it's a bit Too Much when he sees himself in the mirror - but that's completely okay too, and Wee John and Frenchie are more than happy to help with tailoring outfits that he actually likes!

i AM SCREAMING AT IZZY BEING ED'S DRAG MUM YES YES YES YES YES

ohhhhh.... Izzy being just an absolute cuddle magnet.... be still my heart. I like to imagine that he was too awkward to approach anyone at first, but was SUPREMELY touch starved, so he'd sneak into the cuddle pile on deck at night and then try to wake up in the morning before everyone else. But of COURSE, everyone realises and knows and thinks it's very cute and one day when he tries to make his usual escape (moving slow to try and draw out the warmth and the contact, as well as so as not to wake anyone up) Lucius sleepily grabs his wrist and grumbles, "Izzy, staaaaaay". And, well. How can Izzy say no to that?

PETE IZZY FRIENDSHIP AHHH???? I would read that fic in a heartbeat.

Vis-a-vis the Gordon Ramsey comparison: he has ABSOLUTELY called poor Stede an 'idiot sandwich'

LONG HAIR IZZYYYYYYYYY AHHHHHHHH

Izzy wearing each of the crew's little 'x' kissy marks besides Ed's.... oh, be still my heart. This one got to me. That cheek and his neck and chest are just a map of tiny stars and - OHHHHHHHHHHH you know they're all getting gently smooched

#Izzy Hands #ofmd izzy #our flag means death #ofmd edward teach #ofmd ed teach #YES EXCELLENT #ofmd jim #I AM HOLLERING

[carnivoraformes]

What Aventurine's page would be in Story of Seasons (Rune Factory 5 pending):

A business man from lands far away he settled into a new town, far from the hustle and bustle he was accustomed to. The little town had it's appeal he supposed but his gambling, thrill seeks heart couldn't just settle into peaceful life indefinitely.

He takes frequent trips to the city before returning with enough money to live comfortably.

What he did on his days away no one knew and he liked it that way. He had what he needed and had a calm city of hard working people where everyone was friendly enough for his liking. People didn't question him much and those that did were easy enough to weasel his way out of having to answer.

Bonus LP: None

Rival: None

Schedule: Aventurine's schedule is the same Monday through Friday. He lives at the Inn and will be there until 9:00 am when he goes down to Rose Plaza. He will stay at Rose Plaza until 3:00 pm. He then goes to the Beach from 5:00 pm to 6:00 pm before returning to the Inn.

On Saturday and Sunday he will be out of town the entire day.

If he is married he starts his day in his spouses home before repeating the same schedule. He will leave before the player character wakes up every Saturday and Sunday unless it falls on a holiday or anniversary.

+800 LP (+9 FP)

Alexandrite, Pink Diamond, Bracelet, Broach, Earrings

Elli Leaves

+500 LP (+9 FP)

Diamond, Golden Lumber, Orichalcum, Mythic Ore

Sandwich, Stamina Booster XL, Super Caffeine

+300 LP (+3 FP)

All other gems (except Topaz), silver, gold, copper, mithril

Miso Soup, Okonomiyaki

-500 LP (-3 FP)

Lumber, Scrap Ore, All Fish

Grilled Fish, Sashimi, Relaxtea Leaves

-800 LP (-9 FP)

Topaz, Empty Can, Fodder, Poison Mushroom, Rock, Rubber Boot, Lumber

#*conure screaming intensifies* (ooc) // #you got to know when to fold 'em (headcanons) // #//no idk where i got the anti fish thing but until canon proves me otherwise im sticking with it

[corax-corone]

Finally making a dedicated Roach post!!!

this turned out to be a REALLY long post so I will add a cut below to decrease the size for people scrolling :)

First off: Basic questions.

What exactly is Roach?

They’re my ghoulsona. So.. I project on them a lot. This fella’s pronouns are He/They/pretty much anything masculine.

He was made and named by a friend of mine! :)

They’re quite a fiend if i’m honest. Like any ghoul this guy causes Problems (tm) on purpose. The “biting problem” is only partially alleviated by the mask but hell forbid you run into them without it. Teeth Teeth Teeth Teeth!!!!! They also have a bit of a tendency to steal things just to see if the person will notice. Or hide things places to see if someone notices. Or both.

He… Also just likes anything shiny. Shiny guitar pick? Thats his now. A loose tile on a ministry wall with a pretty engraving? pocketed. Nobody would notice a little bit of bedazzling on papal robes missing, right? There’s probably a drawer somewhere full of stuff he’s collected.

Why the name “Roach”?

It spawned from a joke where I said i was impossible to kill. That i’d probably stick around even after the end of the world (VERY difficult to get me sick with any actual illness and I’ve bounced back from a TON of injuries.) so they compared me to a Cockroach. The name stuck when this guy was made!

Does he know any instruments? (essentially what kinda ghoul is he/would he be)

Not exactly. It’s complicated. He doesn’t play or really know how to play much. But he does have some big dreams…

What does Roach look like without the mask?

Not really much of interest here since I haven’t put thought into ghoul design headcanons. He has a bit of a messy side-shaved mullet under there. Some light scarring. VERY dark eyes he’s built like a Bug. Real and true.

With that out of the way, what about Lore?

Do I have anything set for Roach lore-wise?

Eh… Not much.

The one thing I know is that Swiss probably adopted them. And that Aether would be like a cool uncle or second father figure to em. Why? Dude I have no idea this was prompted by a dream I had and it wouldn’t leave my head.

They’re also scared of water. That could have some story implications but i haven’t thought far into it.

ROACH FACTS NOBODY ASKED FOR

- he uses dog shampoo. he smells like a freshly cleaned dog all the time. wtf

- the pants are blue because i made a jorts joke once LMAO.

- horrifyingly flexible. Like Genuinely. Horrifying. He can almost invert his arms. Like twist his shoulders 270° like a damn owl but his arm. This guy’s got some wild hypermobility. he can also comfortably sleep draped over stuff like a towel or folded forward like a lawnchair.

- they actually have pretty poor vision. They like to wear the (impera era) mask often because the lenses help with it a bit (SOMEONE GET THIS BOY GLASSES!!!!)

- sneezes like a cat. this isn’t just because ghouls are cat-coded to me.

#nameless ghoul oc #??? i think maybe perhaps? #i have no idea what to tag this i am so sorry #roach ghoul tag? #< for future use because i draw them a LOT

[some-pers0n]

Know When To Hold Em'

Fandom: WoF

Characters: OC Heavy, but Blister makes a small appearance :)

CW: Nothing

Summary: A couple of dragons are hanging out and playing a game of poker. Right when they're about to finish however, a young dragonet walks in with a stash of money.

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: I was originally just gonna keep this for myself and the Wiki, but honestly I really like this headcanon and I'm showing it to you all.

Mulga sipped his brightsting cider, glancing back up to his fellow guards. "So, whatcha gonna do?" He tapped his talons on the table. "Gopher, you're looking a bit rough there."

"Hm? Me? What makes you say that?" he replied, wiping away that slightly nervous expression to a forced, overly-confident grin.

"I dunno, just saw you shaking in your claws a little." He looked at his pot, only a couple of coins left. "Not much there, huh."

A moment of stillness before the SandWing sighed. "Fine. I fold." He slid his cards back to the dealer.

"Atta' boy. Probably best for you right now." 

"Oh shut up..." Glare grumbled.

Mulga relaxed his shoulders a little. It was supposed to be a nice little night after all, or at least one where he could make some cash off of these dragons. The three of them had a rather boring day, so they decided to come around to Gopher's uncle's friend's cousin's tavern for a nice of gambling.

It was a run-down and rustic hole-in-the-wall type of shack. Dark and dreary with a couple cracks in the roof, showing the night sky above. It was lit dimly by candles and jars of fireflies. It smelt of dust and age more than anything. The dealer once mentioned how this place had been around since the foundation of Scorpion Den way back when, and Mulga believed it.

The cards in Mugla's hands were made from clay, hardened with time and age. The numbers and inscriptions of kings and queens, while worn and hard to see in the dim light, held a charm to them with their homemade nature.

That and also he got one fire hand. A pair of twos, with the remaining ones showing up in the drawn cards. Four of a kind. Hard to beat that. He was sitting there comfortably, knowing that he could do just about anything. Of course, Glare could always have another trick up his wing, but he had doubts. Right on his smug face held the same worried glint in his eyes that any experienced poker player could sniff out. 

"Alright," the dealer said. They flipped over the final card, the river, and it showed a simple, disposable seven. 

"Check." Glare tapped the table.

"Check." Mulga revealed his hand. "What'dja have there, then?" Mulga smiled.

Glare furrowed his eyebrows. He practically threw his cards down. A measly five and a three.

"As predicted, I win. Again." Mulga grabbed his earnings, pulling it over towards his section. A heap of gold coins, glittering in the candlelight. Oh, they were just beautiful. A wonderful sight for such sore eyes.

"So, what do you wanna do? Play another round? Maybe you'll get lucky this time."

"I dunno," Gopher muttered. "I'm getting kinda tired. I don't think Topaz'll like us being out here for too long-"

"Who cares what the captain thinks? It's the night out with the boys. Real dragons. When's the last time you've both been out like this? A couple of months at least, huh?"

"...fine. Sure. One more game." Glare grumbled. "But that's it. You aren't taking any more of my money, snake."

"I don't know. Like I said, maybe you'll get lucky this time around. Win big. All luck's in the cards, no?" Mulga gave a toothy grin.

"So," the dealer began, "are we all in agreement? One more round?"

"Yeah, why not," Gopher said.

"Definitely." Mulga nodded.

"Mhm..." Glare scoffed.

"Yes, one more round would be nice." A voice came from behind. Mulga leaned over, blinking in surprise when he saw who it was.

A little dragonet. She couldn't have been older than two years. Her pales looked white in the low lighting, with black diamond patterns trailing down her neck and all the way to her tail. Her scales were well-kept and free from the dust and grime you'd see on regular dragonets. 

Yet, her eyes... There was something about them that Mulga couldn't place his talon on. Something off. The same pitch-black that all SandWings had, but there was a serpentine quality to them that, strangely enough, made the atmosphere in the room thicker.

"Where'd you come from?" Glare asked. "You aren't supposed to be in here."

"Oh, apologizes for coming in so suddenly. I saw you three were wrapping up and, well, I wanted to simply play a round. See how to play."

"This is a tavern, missy. Younglings like yous aren't supposed to be in here." The dealer sighed. "It's late. You should be getting sleep."

"Oh, pleaseeee... I promise it will be quick."

"I don't think I can exactly-" The Dealer was cut off by the heavy sound of a bag being lifted up and onto the playing table. The dragonet had tossed a bloated sack up there, the little drawstring around the top loosening. Inside was a treasure trove of polished coins and even a couple of precious gems. Diamonds, rubies, even a few emeralds spilled out along with the golden doubloons.

"I want to play," she repeated, her voice much colder and firm in tone.

The fellow dragons looked at each other. This kid can't be serious, right? She probably just coloured a bunch of rocks to be like this. Maybe they're fake or something. But, the more Mulga looked at them, the more he could tell that, no, this was genuine. What kind of dragonet could get all of this stuff? Perhaps she nicked it all from dope. Even then, was she really going to bet with this? That seems far too stupid. 

Which played exactly in Mulga's favour. All he needed to do was win one game and he would get some of these earnings.

Mulga laughed. "C'mon, kid. I think you deserve a seat at the playing table." He traced a circle in the spot next to him with his barb.

"Thank you, sir," she chirped. She had to stretch her neck to even properly see the dealer's table. She tapped on the edge of it. "May I have my cards?"

"Ight, so, now we're playing." The dealer shuffled the deck, spreading out two cards to each dragon. Mulga glanced at his. A four and a nine. Looks terrible from the get-go, but perhaps there'll be something later on that makes work of it.

He had to play this round. The chance for any of those gems was too much for him to ignore.

"Excuse me," the dragonet asked. "What do we do first?"

"Oh, you show your cards to everyone," Glare said.

"I know I'm not supposed to do that!" she snapped. "But...what next?"

"Well, you call. Calling means that you want to play this round with the cards you have."

"Oh. Call?" she tapped her talons on the table. "I saw you doing that earlier. What does it mean?"

"Courtesy. Just a lil' thing you do." The dealer answered. They looked back to the others. "So, what now boys?"

The three SandWings looked at each other. One by one, they all called. They were all in this for the money. They threw in a couple of coins for the starting bet and finally began.

The dealer pulled three cards out for the flop. A jack, a nine, and a seven. Okay, he's got a pair now. That's something of note.

Mulga looked at the other dragons. They were sweating coconuts, looking at the giant pile of gold and crystals that the dragonet had. He chuckled lightly as he threw in a couple more coins. "Betting five."

"Call." Gopher threw in the same amount.

"Raise to ten." Glare threw in ten coins.

Finally, they all looked towards the dragonet. She looked so confused and innocent. "I put in money now?" she asked.

"Yes."

"All in." She pushed the bag forward.

Mulga nearly spat out his drink. She was betting it all? Everything in that bag? Moons above, he had just hit the jackpot! It took every fibre of his being not to start laughing.

"...alright then." The dealer pulled the turn card. A ten.

"Going all in as well," Mulga said. He pushed his pile of coins towards the bag, staring the dragonet right in the eyes. "What'll it be for the rest of you?"

"Folding." The both of them said in sync. They tossed down their cards. All that's left was Mulga and this small, tiny dragonet.

"Check," she said.

"You're staying in, huh?" he asked. "I mean, you could fold like the rest of them."

"I don't want to."

"Alright then. Whatever you say, little lizard."

Finally, the dealer pulled the river. A jack. 

"Check." Mulga grinned.

"Check." The dragonet tapped on the table.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry," he said, flipping over his cards. He had a pair of nines. "What do you have there then?"

She flipped over hers and Mulga's heart dropped.

It was a queen and nine.

"A straight," she said with a smug, cocky grin on her face. "I do believe that beats your measly little pair." She grabbed the bag, stuffing her earnings into it. "Thanks for the game, but I'll be leaving now. I think my mother would be upset to see me out this late." She giggled.

"No, wait, hold on!" Mulga hissed. "You don't get to leave with all my money. That was supposed to be mine! You tricked me!"

"Tricked?" She tilted her head. "I don't believe I tricked you. Luck's in the cards, is it not?" And with that, she turned away and walked out the tavern's door.

"Blazing scales," Glare laughed. "What kinda kid was that? Managed to sweep ya of everything."

"I-" Mulga blinked. Who even was that? What kind of dragonet just waltzes into a tavern, takes every last coin he has in one round, and then leaves? Where did she get the money? Where are her parents? Who even is she?

----

Princess Burn was just about to put the finishing touches on this new project when she heard the sounds of wings flapping from behind her. She put down her scalpel and turned around, wrapping her barb around her talons. "What is it now?" 

She looked out the window to see a dragon approaching her tower. A bag was clutched in her talons and a confident, wicked grin was painted upon her face.

"For moons sake, Blister!" she snapped. "You know you're not supposed to be out this late!" She backed away, letting her get through the window.

"Yes, but does that really matter?" Blister touched down. "Look." She dropped the bag, letting its contents spill onto the floor. "Just from using that one little diamond of yours, I've managed to score this in a single night." She smirked. "Thanks for that, by the way."

She sorted through the pile of coins, picking up the largest diamond out of all of them. "Remember, I get a fifth of it all because of it."

"Oh, of course! I wouldn't forget about that part." 

"Why do you even do this?" Burn asked as she picked up a talonful of coins. "It doesn't mean anything."

"I think it's funny." Blister picked up a ruby, looking it over. "You haven't seen what it's like. All these dragons convinced that I'm helpless and have no idea what I'm doing. Then, right when they think they've won it all, shark them. Take everything for what they've got."

"...fun."

Blister scoffed. "You wouldn't get it. You think cutting up insects and rats and hanging them on walls is fun."

"Taxidermy and pinning insects is not 'cutting them up'," Burn said defensively. "And, like you said, different strokes. I like fighting and researching. You like...doing this." She motioned to the bag.

"Mh-hm. Well, when I'm queen I know I'll be the richest of them all."

"I'm still the eldest. I'll be the queen."

"We'll see about that." She grabbed the bag and walked out of the room. "Thanks for your help," she said as she closed the door.

Burn grumbled. She was thankful to have some coins, but it still bothered her how Blister went about doing this. There was something to her that wasn't quite right, and she definitely knew she needed to keep an eye on her at all times. Sooner or later, she's going to plot something against their entire family, and by the moons will Burn do everything to keep it from happening.

#SP-writing #wof fanfic #wof #wings of fire #blister wof

[yfmconfessions2]

alright fuckers puff anon is back💪 HE IS LITERALLY ROTTING MY BRAIN AND THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE I SHALL YAP ABOUT HIM (im so sorry if its annoying i just have a thing for red or green themed characters😭)

He's ridiculously ticklish and if anyone pokes him in the sides he just folds (theres this thing in my school where everyone is literally doing thay and its so fucking annoying. Only IM ALLOWED TO DO THAT.)

Cant act mature in any serious situation. Like if someone literally got hit by a car he would just burst into laughter.

He has crooked teeth bc the braces he had as a kid didnt help that much. And he hates it.

Has the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. He either pulls 4 all-nighters in a row or goes to sleep at 9pm.

Hes a hypocrite. And if anyone points it out he gets SO OFFENDED.

Gets nosebleeds really frequently for no reason. No one knows why, and neither does he. But he doesnt give a damn anyway.

Got sick alot as a kid. Mf was always walking around with a cold or stuff. AND refused to wear jackets during winter.

The only people that keep him sane are the band members AND his grandma. But he still tries to tell himself that he doesnt need anyone or them (he's just a softie on the inside but he cant admit it.)

When him and Axel are chilling at a bar Puff says that he could pull any chick he wants but when he sees an actually pretty chick he just gets so shy and cant talk to her for jackshit.

He says that any apocalypse series or movies are dumb but watches my little pony infection aus with a passion.

If you ever tripped infront of him he would never help you. Like ever. He would just laugh and say "Skill issue" then after a few steps he trips over his own legs.

He cant draw at all. He can barely write too.

and with that thats all i have to say for now *bows down dramatically* Untilllll...Tommorow probably LMFOAOAO

NONONONO YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING I LOVE THESE!1!!1 KEEP EM COMING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THESE GIVE ME LIFE

AND OMG. I WANNA WRITE THESE IN AN ACTUAL HARDCOVER BOOK AND PRINT IT OUT AND LABEL IT AS "Official Puff Puff Headcanons" AND PUT OUT ON DISPLAY ON A LECTERN

#/ ESS ARR ESS #yfm #your favorite martian #confession

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalleyskillschallenge

Prompt: Trick or Treat Pairing: YasMoon

***

I wanna hold ‘em like they do in Texas, please Fold ‘em, let ‘em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me (I love it) Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start And after she’s been hooked, I’ll play the one that’s on her heart

Oh, whoa, oh, oh I’ll get her hot, show her what I got Oh, whoa, oh, oh I’ll get her hot, show her what I got

Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face

I wanna roll with her, a hard pair we will be A little gambling is fun when you’re with me (I love it) Russian roulette is not the same without a gun And baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough, it isn’t fun

Oh, whoa, oh, oh I’ll get her hot, show her what I got Oh, whoa, oh, oh I’ll get her hot, show her what I got

Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face

I won’t tell you that I love you, kiss or hug you ‘Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin I’m not lying, I’m just stunning with my love-glue-gunning

Just like a chick in the casino Take your bank before I pay you out I promise this, promise this Check this hand ‘cause I’m marvelous

Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody)

Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody)

Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody) Can’t read my, can’t read my No, she can’t read my poker face (She’s got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face

(She’s got me like nobody) P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face

***

Poker Face-themed YasMoon moodboard I made to go with this drabble I wrote a while back!!! I actually made this months ago, but decided to post it this month since it's kinda themed around the S1 Halloween dance, and it fits this month's allvalleyskills prompt surprisingly well???

I've talked about it a little on my other posts, but Yasmine seems to have this detached, apathetic persona in S1. The only feeling she shows openly (prior to 1x09, anyways) is this snide contempt that kinda says "I'm so above all these ridiculous people that they're not worth a single ounce of my emotional energy". Basically the only time all season that we see her start to let her walls down a bit--and the only time she seems genuinely happy--is in the weed-smoking scene in Moon's car. And even then, her Catty Armor is back on immediately after Sam gets in the car! So we know she can let her authentic self out around Moon, but she can also crush it back down at a moment's notice to maintain her Coldhearted Ice Queen image.

I feel like this kind of up-and-down of being warm and sweet and unfiltered around Moon and cruel and ruthless around everyone else would eventually drive Moon crazy, like!!! Moon can't even get Yasmine's walls down herself sometimes, and so much of the time, she has no idea what Yasmine she's going to get: Her loyal, funny best friend, or the controlling queen bee who acts like she only keeps Moon around to maintain appearances.

And then when I layer in my headcanon that they were privately screwing around in S1, well. You can imagine things would get hairy. Poor Moon is down bad--she would do anything to prove herself to Yasmine, and she would follow her girlfriend best friend anywhere. She'd do anything Yasmine says, no matter how vile. And perhaps worst of all, Moon knows that Yasmine can be sweet. Can be an utter delight, even. But she never quite knows if Yasmine's being sincere, or if she's just yanking Moon's feelings around because she can. And Moon can't help but wonder if this whole confusing thing they have is, well...

Just a trick.

Meanwhile Yasmine really does care about Moon--probably more than anyone--but she absolutely will never admit this aloud because EWWWWW ADMITTING YOU GIVE A SHIT ABOUT PEOPLE IS EMBARRASSING SHE WOULD NEVER jalshdkbdfugjku

Also, just a reiteration of what I was rambling about in my OG drabble, but these girls were being outrageously fruity at the S1 Halloween dance??? Like neither of them visibly have a date, despite being popular and conventionally attractive enough to easily get one Sam's going with Kyler, so no logical reason why the alpha bitch and beta bitch of the school wouldn't have hot jocks on their arms. And in the background of some of the Sam-Kyler scenes, they are dancing??? MUCH closer together than they need to be??? Like is this really necessary???

I think so because they're horny lmao these poor home of sexuals cannot control their burning sapphic desire if they tried

And to again paraphrase from my OG drabble post: ANYWAYS I can totally imagine these two sapphic-ass Laker girls jamming out to Poker Face and Moon being like “wait a minute, why is Yasmine singing so passionately about playing with people’s hearts? And why am I hard relating to Lady Gaga’s many jilted lovers??? ...should I be concerned?”

BTW S1 YasMoon gives off huuuuge toxic codependent vibes, and that's what makes it FASCINATING <3 I love fucked up little dynamics!!! I devour them like junk food!!! Don't mind me, I'll be over here doing needlessly deep character studies on S1 Yasmine in all of her awfulness <3 <3 <3

Actually really like how this moodboard came out! I was going for kind of a grungy rave vibe, and accidentally made it very Bisexual Lighting heavy XD But I feel like that's thematically appropriate! And what can I say? The girls always look good in purple and pink <3

As always, pic credits available upon request!

#allvalleyskillschallenge #yasmoon #yasmine x moon #moon x yasmine #aesthetic #moodboard #yasmine cobra kai #moon cobra kai #cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #femslash #wlw #sapphic #lesbian

[mod3rnwarh3ro]

The Doctor Is In...

A/N: Hi! First fic! So I've had this in my head for a while and I was inspired by @a-edgar-allan-hoe headcanons of a doctor for 141 and I put my own spin on it. This fic was kinda the reason I made a side-blog for MW because I wanted a dedicated blog for this oc/reader. Also a Recce is the colloquial term for the South African Special Forces. Their Selection is one of the hardest in the world to get into. It consists of a week of sitting in a room, not eating, drinking, or sleeping. Nowadays there's only 1 or two people out of 120 that get through the Selection process nevermind the school training. Pretty brutal. If you guys want to know more about this character/reader please let me know! I'm dropping subtle hints that I want to continue on this tangent.

Summary: Task Force 141 is finally blessed by getting an actual physician on their team. But something's off when Price throws down a file on the guy...

Warnings: Discussions of violence; Suicide ideation (only briefly)

“A doctor? For 141?” came the gruff grumble from under Ghost’s balaclava. “One from South Africa, no less?”

   “What’s the matter with a South African?” asked Soap in his Scottish accent.

   “Nothin’. It’s this one’s track record I’m scrutinizin’. Says they’re SASFA, and a psychologist. This one can’t make up its mind,” Ghost explained as he paged through the docket thrown down by Price.

   “Can’t they go together?” Gaz piped up, leaning over to take a paper.

   “A Recce and a sound mind never go together…” Price stated, folding his arms when his team grabbed papers from the file.

   “Steamin’ bloody Jesus…” Soap muttered with a deep frown etched into his brows. 

   “You sure you want this one, amigo? It says they need ‘to be kept on a tight leash’... We sure they’re a doctor?” Alejandro looked back at the Captain. His face did not show anything besides the seemingly angry furrow that permanently resided on his face.

   “What do they look like? Where’s the photo?” Gaz questioned, paging through the pages for the little photo that comes with most of the soldiers’ files.

   “There’s only one… And they wear a mask in it…” Alejandro sighed with the photo in hand. 

   “Don’t tell me we got another Ghost…” Soap griped, looking over his comrade’s shoulder.

He assumed it had been the doctor after seeing every other face redacted. But he almost wanted to laugh. The man was short, hilariously so. They carried an AK-47 and it looked like they were smiling from under the green balaclava. It almost would’ve looked cute if their pant legs weren’t stained in what looked to be blood.

   “They’re an asset. A great one at that. I’ve seen ‘em stitch up a soldier in thirty seconds while under fire. And they still killed the bastards that did the shooting as they were bandagin’ the soldier up,” Price bragged, as if he was talking about his own child. An information piece they can push on later.

   “So just a really good field medic?” Soap concluded with a shrug, not able to keep the  question from his voice.

   “Nope. A doctor…” Ghost sighed, throwing the PhD in front of the Sergeant. He would’ve poked fun at Soap’s flinching if it weren’t for the Captain speaking up.

   “They’re coming tomorrow at 0700, I expect you lot to be on your best behaviour. And to wipe your assumptions on them. The docket was only meant to familiarise yourselves with what they can do, not their personality.”

Murmurs of affirmation rung through the group, no one speaking up on their reservations on the new guy coming into their ranks. For all they knew, this dude could still prove his worth here. They could really use a doctor for the missions where they couldn’t patch themselves up and they could use another experienced fighter on the field.

They did their daily rounds after the Captain dismissed them, still with questions on their minds about the doctor. From the pages talking about their career as a doctor, it seemed like they were well-liked by both their fellow officers and civilians alike. Not that that means anything, they could be a really good actor. 

Soap slumped down into a chair, holding his MRE packet close to him. Not a minute later and Gaz sat next to him with Alejandro following. They gave each other knowing looks before digging into their meals.

   “What do you think he’ll be like?” Gaz asked, looking over at Alejandro.

   “I don’t know, but from his files, he looks like a mad man. I don’t want to be near that cabrón if he’s gonna be on the field with us,” Alejandro responded, shaking his head and pursing his lips.

   “You should’ve seen the operation photos. He’s ruthless from what I can tell. I’m with Alejandro on this one,” Soap agreed as he packed away for the night.

   “And Ghost is better?” Gaz retaliated with a raised brow.

   “We know Ghost. We don’t know him,” Alejandro said simply, effectively ending the discussion on the doctor.

Her nerves shot through her fingers, every bone in her body telling her to ‘stop this now, go back home’. The Captain made it clear to her that this was her choice, that she could always refuse if she didn’t feel like she could do it. 

Her heart didn’t allow her to refuse. She knew she can’t stay away from this type of life, no matter how hard she tried to. 

She’s tried filling it with a void of helping paediatrics and the elderly. She’s tried filling it by helping her family’s business grow. She’s tried filling it with more and more ways to make money to leave for her family should she ever be KIA. Morbid dreams visited her at night telling her that it would be for the health of her family if she’s gone. 

A dry chuckle escaped her and rang through the empty cabin of the helicopter she agreed to take. That dream had scared her into trying to understand her own twisted mind. She bitterly remembered being overjoyed at the fact that she had, for the first time since that Selection test, been afraid. Those five years opened up many doors for her. She didn’t take any of them.

Her eyes landed on the briefing package next to her, taunting her of her new life. Casting a glance at her phone made her realise she had more than enough time to catch up on every one of her teammates. A growl. Snatching up the files and telling her mind to shut up, she got to work on reading. Task Force 141 awaited her.

The landing woke her up, as she would vehemently claim when Captain Price went into the aircraft to welcome her to the base. And for someone that had the sleep of the dead, she woke up pretty quickly, jumping up and greeting her future Commander. 

   “Captain! It’s good to see you again,” she smiled, hoping he wouldn’t see the strain of trying to pull such an expression.

   “Likewise Badger. Thought I’d never be able to convince ya to come out here,” he retorted with a chuckle.

   “Y’know me sir. I like to stay away,” she said with a shrug.

   “But you still came ‘round.”

   “Can’t leave some missions to just a couple of men, can I?”

   “You’ll find them quite capable…”

   “I know, sir. You do have a knack for things like this. Or people.”

She almost froze when she saw the hangar approaching them. Her heart leapt at her chest, giving way to an almost silent gasp. Price looked back at her. His moustache moved into an upward curve, reassuring her that none of them will judge her, that he will handle the negativity if they dare show it to her.

She grimaced back, taking a deep breath as she trailed behind him. A similar scene to this played out in her head. It was just after she got taken into the SAS, her little frame following Price like a very lost and scared puppy. She would have brought it up to him if it weren’t for the group of men standing in front of the door to the hangar.

They were focused on the Captain, which bought her lungs a few vital seconds to bring oxygen back to her brain again. She stood behind him, cemented into her mind where she tried to calm down. She couldn’t tell you where the onslaught of nerves comes from. But her logical brain piped up and stated that she is still grappling and accepting the fact that her future is changing. At a rapid pace.

   “Come on out, little one,” Price coaxed, moving out the way to give his team a visual on their new doctor. 

Her eyes widened, caught in headlights as she surveyed them all and trying her best not to swallow so hard when her eyes landed on who she assumed to be Simon “Ghost” Riley. He was a giant. One of the first she’s ever cowered before. She took another breath to prepare her voice to project.

   “He’s a woman?!” came a bellow in a Scottish accent.

   “A woman?!” They all synchronised, except for the giant that hung at the back.

That punched her in the gut. Now she lost her train of thought and was left floundering in the deep end. Unfortunately, her way of keeping her head above the water was to crack a few jokes. 

   “U-uh… yes. I do have breasts and l-last time I checked I… I do still have the traits of a woman…” she breathed, glancing down at her chest and the now flustered expressions of the men. “I a-assume you read my file so um. I’m uh. I’m just gonna answer what I can assume y-you all would like to a-ask… Um, yes, I did rip a man’s head off with my hands, no I can't recommend it because it makes a–um, a big mess and considering that at the area of where I fought at the time, I-I could’ve contracted the blood-borne disease, HIV.

   “N-No I don’t sleepwalk and no I-I can’t kill in my sleep. No I… I am not so unhinged that I will slice the, the throat of any person that looks at me w-weirdly. I only became a psychologist for my well-being and found out I enjoyed helping people… I… I uhm. F-for right now, I will only be a practising physician and psychologist for Task Force 141. Sh-Should the need ever arise that I c-come onto the field, I-I take orders seriously and will act on them with no remorse because… Because I have been trained to do so. That w-would explain the phrase, ‘must be kept on a tight leash’. O-okay. Did I answer everything or is there more?” She finished with a sigh, releasing her shoulders from their tense posture. 

Price wordlessly nodded at her to put her mind at ease. She responded with a ghost of a nod and looked back at the team. She would have laughed at their wide eyes and closed off stances. She could have sworn she saw the man she assumed to have the name Gaz gape his mouth only to shut it again. 

   “I’m guessing you’ve had to answer those questions before, chiquita?” The man she assumed to be Alejandro Vargas asked with a frown.

   “Quite a few times,” she gave a dry chuckle and shrugged. “Mostly from the younger soldiers.”

   “Sorry ma’am…” the man with the Scottish accent apologised, looking down at his feet as if his mother just scolded him for being rude

   “Yeah, sorry for makin’ assumptions ma’am,” Gaz echoed the man’s sentiment. 

   “There’s no need for that, I’m sure you’re all wonderful folks once I know you better,” she laughed, waving her hand to dismiss their guilty looks. Wait… she laughed?

   “Right then. Physical exams will start at 0900 once the Doctor’s set up,” Price stepped in, clapping his hands to get the men’s attention. “That’s fine right, kid?” 

She gave a curt nod to her Captain and then to the rest of the team. With that, the debriefing of their new doctor ended, leaving them with more than just embarrassment. Her posture and mannerisms did not reflect her statistics in her file. Nor did her seemingly normal explanation give way to what she was—is like as an operative on the field.

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2k3/7 Rasey - #

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

"Alright aint 'ike ya gonna learn nothin' new here

*i'll only specify if theirs any differences from the time jump*

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

'Sweet heart'

"'Kay I changed my mind gimme 'hat back now." Blush hitting his face as he just crosses his arms right over his plastron looking down to the ground. "Look it started off as a joke ta 'ike annoy him when I say it and call 'em sweetheart. Like when ya toss out a pet name to insult ya bud. An' then I kept usin' it and jus'...give it back!"

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[ image description ] Casey sleeping, with sunlight draping over them, the light is slightly orange easily to see it's early in the day. Casey's face is clearly relaxed in a deep sleep. Hair spilled out over the bed. Normally Raph would scurry when it was still sort of dark out but he had slept in that day and couldn't bring himself to leave looking at Casey. He wound up lying back down after taking that photo and fall back asleep.

"It's my favorite picture of him, he just looks..peaceful in it."

[07] A similar photo but its sometime after Casey and Raph get back together, it's the two of them in bed together now. Tried expressions but smiling Caseys arm is warp around Raph.

"Losin' Case way I did? was a wake up call 'hat's all an' I don' wanna waste a second of what we got anymore."

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

*im sort of cheating here because this song wouldn't have existed* Rescue Me by Marshmello, A day to remember

When I found you

I found me

Nothin' around, far as the eye can see

you were the current that carried me

"I dunno Case just feels like someone I knew, an' someone I meant to know, an' ya know I got a thing 'bout the ocean" Just shrugging his shoulders a bit.

- my muse’s last text to your muse

03: [ text ] "You know ya don' gotta leve ur stuff in my room as an excuse to see me right? ;) " Attached picture of Raph sporting Casey's jacket he found left in his room. Hard to say if Casey's getting that back or not.

07: [ text ] " Thought I lost our baby ._." A picture of toddler Summer sleeping, resting in the laundry basket full of clothes that were once nice and folded "I don't have the heart to move her XD, look at her!"

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockofffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers] #phone contact meme #meme anaswers #stay queued