Greyling quickly finds that a suit is pretty impractical for fighting in and requests Nooroo help him change it after a few outside battles and close calls.
So the direction I think this goes is that Adrien behaves a bit differently when he’s in the fray. In a word: showy. Like you know that sort of free feeling when you cosplay? This is that for Adrien. He also incidentally lets his excitable inner weeb through. He behaves very much like Cat Noir as you’d expect, but I am serious about him being even flashier. Cats at least have some form of lithe coolness to them that butterflies just don’t have. And the removal of the suit really dresses down him feeling serious too. Greyling is, dare I say, excited to actually be able to physically help Ladybug, but when it comes to the two actually conversing his charisma absolutely checks out.
Speaking of Ladybug, she’s actually a bit taken aback by the similarities between Adrien and Greyling. Like Adrien, Greyling starts out as a distant and grave figure, and when she meets him this bleeds over until his seriousness almost completely dissolves. With Greyling, she actually does find it a bit off-putting at first since their situation is no less dire than before he stepped outside. She wasn’t expecting someone so bubbly! What happened to the Greyling she knew and loved?! As she warms up to this new side of him, she begins to see more of Adrien in him. Not that she actually figures it out! She isn’t even that suspicious and it’s the same kind of frustrating obliviousness we love the show for.
He’s got a bit of a magician/performer vibe happening, and he uses his sword-cane to fence. Loves that playful banter.
Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.
I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)
Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg@minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much.
Here is your random reminder to reach out to people in your life you don’t talk to often, but who always make you feel better when you do. I just reached out to 2 of my friends like that about some stuff that was on my mind and I literally feel 100x better… Do it!
“Theo,” You gasped, your hands finding their way to cover your gawked mouth. Theo drove you about an hour away from Beacon Hills; away from the madness. He blindfolded you as he guided you down a rocky pathway, you made numerous jokes about being led to your death which he would chuckle at. Once he told you to open your eyes, you eagerly tore the blindfold off your face and stared in shock at the view in front of you.
He drove you to a beach, somewhere you’ve been begging to go for so long. The moon was shining above you, with the stars swallowing it up as you caught a flicker of lights surrounding a blanket. You gazed up at Theo who nodded with an adoring smile on his face, you skipped along the rest of the pathway where you kicked off your shoes and let your toes finally melt into the sand. “Theo, this is…” You spun around in a circle, “Amazing.”
1. They automatically call you Daddy/Mommy/Master. Titles are earned not given.
2. They ask for objects to show you love them or They base you being a good or bad Caregiver on how many items you are purchasing from them, your financial income, or if you can/will financially support them
3. They do not respect personal boundaries or limits.
4. They only talk to you when they need reinsurance or want to be babied, and its all about them.
5. They never seem to appreciate you or the efforts you put forth to care for them.
6. They don’t treat you as a traditional partner in any sense, but, rather, as a distant parental figure.
-I’m sure there are more and I’ll make a better list at another time. These are just the ones I thought of off the top of my head
Keith was never one to pull all-nighters doing homework, but he would keep himself up to the crack of dawn doing deep-dives into studying some conspiracy that caught his interest.
he may have no interest in school but he does have a laptop, some coffee, and a lot of red string, and he’s gonna crack these government secrets if it kills him.
often times Shiro would end up walking into his room at 2 AM blearily, shutting his computer, picking it up, and walking out, leaving Keith to begrudgingly dive under the covers and go to sleep.
(the laptop would always be on his desk when he woke up in the morning. Shiro wasn’t trying to punish him he just wanted him to sleep.)
speaking of punishing, Shiro was never good at being the bad guy. the worst would be when he was genuinely disappointed in Keith. He would just sort of go quiet and help Keith clean up whatever mess he made, and Keith never would have guessed that silence would hurt so much more than being yelled at.
he tries to do something good to make up for it like clean Shiro’s car and ends up scratching off half the paint and Shiro is like “hey it’s ok it’s the thought that counts little bro”
Shiro is far less dismissive than Keith’s father. Keith was always used to that manly, distant, unapproachable authority figure in his life. He’s never felt as safe as he did around Shiro.
Some nights when Keith when Keith would have bad dreams or just feel upset or lonely he couldn’t resist crawling into Shiro’s bed for the night. He would always be embarrassed but Shiro never teased him or made him feel unwelcome. Some nights if Keith was really upset Shiro would turn on a movie or a video game for him until he fell asleep again.
And when Shiro woke in the early morning with no covers and a gangly preteen’s foot in his face he’d usually just be like “ok the sun’s up he’ll be fine” and go sleep on the couch. Sometimes he’d make breakfast in case Keith still needed cheering up.
TLDR; Shiro was a gentle and loving authority figure in Keith’s life and cares about him so much
isak would easily get distracted, easily lost in his thoughts. well, when his mind was awake enough for him to think. back then, it felt as though if someone were to take a picture of his mind, the camera would only be able to capture distant and blurry figures, shapes you can’t make out. isak’s a good student, but he would find it hard to concentrate. his teacher had called his name in class on monday that week, but it had taken him a few seconds to respond, it had taken sana nudging him gently with her elbow, a concerned look on her face
it had been going on for a while. before he met the boy. he’d hang out with this friends, and they’d ask him a question and sometimes he wouldn’t be paying attention because all he’d hear was girls girls girls and all he’d remember was the last texts he got from his parents. and jonas would look at him, a confused look on his face, and he’d ask “hello, isak?” and isak would reply “yes, sorry, what?”
the thing is that it had been worse in the past two weeks. it had been the worst it’s ever been. the thing is that he had met this wonderful boy who felt like freedom and the right answer to questions he didn’t dare to ask. the thing is that he couldn’t imagine he’d ever willingly give up on his touch and his smell and his words and his presence. the thing is the last words he had heard from the boy were telling him that if his parents were to meet him, they’d love him. the thing is that the last words he had read from the boy meant the end of what they had. the thing is that the last time he had seen the boy, he was kissing another girl
the thing is that he missed him, all of him, all of them. the thing is that he missed the boy’s voice. the thing is that sometimes he almost remembered the boy’s voice perfectly, and the exact words he had said (you’re so amazing, isak. you have the most beautiful eyes in the world, do you know that, isak? i love kissing you, isak). the thing is that isak hadn’t been sleeping well, and simple tasks like buying a snack required too much concentration. the thing is that when, in this moment, he thought he had heard the boy’s voice, no matter how tired he felt, no matter how distracted, he immediately looked for the owner of the voice. he had been looking for that voice ever since he’d last heard it. the thing is that when he found the owner of the voice he just heard, he saw that it was indeed a boy. but the thing is that, in that moment, isak was not looking for a boy, he was looking for the boy
Chocobros x Reader--For Your Entertainment: Prologue
You guys voted and courtesan fic won for the 300 followers celebration poll! This will be a 4-part series, and will cover Gladio, Prompto, Ignis, and Noctis in that order, with Noctis being the finale. This will be a fic about the reader, but the prologue is from Noct’s perspective. No sex yet, but Chapter 1 and every chapter after that will be smut. Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for your support, always <3. And because people really don’t seem to see this, I want to out and out state it: the woman has absolutely no descriptors because I want the readers to be able to fill themselves in. So whatever your skin color or body type, hair length, all that… it seems like some people are still convinced we ( @hypaalicious@diabolik-trash-heap ) are only writing a specific kind of character and that’s just not what’s happening here. I mean maybe I’m excluding bald people because I need a little bit of hair to be pulled but I feel like that’s a small concession lol. ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER RAMBLING, I PRESENT FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT: PROLOGUE
After weeks of preparation, the big day had finally arrived… the young prince Noctis was set to depart for Altissia to marry the lady Lunafreya, after one last road trip with his friends and crownsguard.
As Noctis descends the stairs to the Regalia, his eyes alight on the figure of a woman standing just to the side of the car with the Marshall, Cor Leonis. She smiles pleasantly at Noctis, and he scowls in return. He can hear the whispers of his companions behind him.
“Who’s that girl?”
“Friend of yours, Noct?”
“Did you have a girlfriend all this time and we didn’t know it?!”
The prince’s hands curl into fists at his side.
“Why are you doing this?!”
Regis furrows his brow. “I’m not doing anything—this was always part of the plan. Courtesans are a time-honored tradition of this court, and as your wedding won’t take place here alternate arrangements must be made.”
“This was supposed to be the last thing I got to do on my own… and I can’t even have this now.”
The king’s face softens.
“Noct, please reconsider. Your trip will still be everything you hoped it would be… you’ll just have one more person along for the ride.”
“And what if I don’t use her?”
“Then I expect you’ll disappoint your new wife on your wedding night… but that’s your decision to make. All I can do is guide you in the right direction.”
“I won’t touch her… I won’t speak to her… I won’t even look at her.”
“Your loss then. But I expect you to treat her with the minimum courtesy you’d afford to anyone else—I will not have my son disrespecting a woman in our care.”
A while back, my boyfriend and I were talking about feeling disconnected from our deities. I gave him some advice that I’d like to repeat here.
First, it is not a vital thing to have a deep, exciting, saga-worthy connection to a deity. They do not have to be your bosom buddy, your confidante, or the most important figure in your life. If you never have any deep, personal interaction with them, and all they are in your life is a distant figure whose stories you find meaningful…that’s okay. That’s enough. That’s wonderful, and amazing, and perfect.
Mysticism does not have to be the backbone of your faith. To borrow a phrase that I heard often growing up Catholic, not all of us are called to spiritual service; most of us will live and die without ever intimately knowing the will of God (or, in this case, gods).
My advice is to make a list of all the things that first drew you to the deity or deities you honor. If it’s more a case of you feel that they called and you were compelled to answer, make a list of the things that made you want to answer.
Make a list of the traits, associations, and behaviors that made you look at that deity and say, “Yes, this is who I want to hold up as important. This is who I look at and am inspired by.”
Then do what you can to honor those things. If you value a deity’s creativity, do what you can to foster creativity in yourself and others. If you value a deity’s connection to agriculture, tend your own garden, support sustainable farming, or just stop to smell the roses. If you value a deity’s knowledge and wisdom, spend time researching and reading about the things you find interesting. Etc., etc.
These things don’t even have to be formally dedicated to that deity, if you don’t want to make them a big deal. It is enough to just do them, and live your life as a reflection of what inspires you.
You do not have to develop a grand, epic, personal relationship with a deity to honor them. You do not have to even fully believe they exist. It is enough to know what it is about them that you find valuable, inspiring, and worthy of emulation.
Heard you needed a silly or light-hearted headcanon: Surprisingly, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark, a man with his roots firmly planted in the science world, could sing like no one’s business and play on more than a dozen of instruments. Looking at his family background (and with that people usually meant Howard Stark’s work and influence over Tony, because for them Maria Stark was usually a distant figure that moved in other circles of the life of the rich and famous) 1/4
no one would expect from him to be interested in something as simple as piano lessons from his mother. “And why would he?” people wondered. “You obviously can’t shape the future with fancy notes like Stark weapons could!” 2/4
(both Maria and Tony could disagree with people, but in the end why would they? It was their thing and only their thing in the end.) So yeah, Tony Stark was an amazing singer and lived playing music in his free time. The only problem? ¾
He unironically belts out on most obnoxious and painfully catchy songs, including but not limited to ABBA’s classics, Shake It Off, Call Me Maybe, the Pen Pineapple Apple Pen song (accompanied, of course, with the dance) and, on one glorious occasion, the Nyan Cat song 4/4
I will now and forever assume that the first time Bucky was brought down to the workshop for Tony to take a look at this arm Bucky’s been an angsty mess for the previous twenty hours because of all the issues he has with labs and his arm and Tony-who’s-parents-he-killed-Stark and oh god, he’s gonna die or worse snap and kill someone– only to walk in on Tony dancing with DUM-E in his lab, singing Dancing Queen at the top of his lungs.
So yeah this is a beautiful headcanon, thank you so much for sharing it!!!
Note: Multiple POV, Bakugou Katsuki Swears a Lot, Humor. Listen, you thought that I’d follow up that angst fest from yesterday’s prompt with some more angst, but nah. You’d be wrong.
All Might watched as the two of them made another lap around the track. Darkness was settling fast and security lights were flickering on, but still neither had finished, nor shown signs of serious exhaustion. He let them round the track a few more times before called a halt, letting them catch their breath. Both were panting and sweaty, but they weren’t glaring at each other anymore, but at him.