#will write more

[honeydr0p]

Keeping an angel in your spare room. The first thing to do is make a lowered section of floor in the middle of the room. Ideally it should be round or oval, maybe egg shaped if you’re serious. Carpet the whole floor in soft material that feels nice against the skin. Don’t furnish the room. Just put in pillows and soft toys. It’s best if they’re big; maybe about as big as a person. Now all you need is an angel and a bolt in the floor.

[livingdeadvoid]

Jason huffed. He hated leaving Gotham. But of course, they wanted to meet in fucking Star City. Jason hadn't been here since he was brought back to life, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

The deal had gone sideways, because Jason Todd is an unlucky man. He was currently in the process of beating up the last goon when suddenly he fell the ground, electrified. He looked around, trying to find who fucking electrocuted him. He was met with a dark red suit. "So we got another fucking vigilante in Star City? You did better then the rest of the wannabes."

Jason groaned. Who the hell was calling him a wannabe? "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" There were hints of annoyance in Jason's voice, he personally doesn't like being electrocuted. But something about him felt familiar. Just like he knew who was beneath that mask.

The man chuckled. "Are you new around here? It's Arsenal. Now who are you?" He had a bow and arrow pointed at Jason now, ready to fire if he moved. Jason didn't know many people who used a bow and arrow, but most of them came from Star City.

He looked up at him. Then it clicked. This was probably the new version of Roy Harper, Dick was telling him about it. Guess he failed to mention his new name.. or outfit. Jason smiled, you couldn't tell it though. "I'm Red Hood. And yeah, I'm not from around here."

The man, or what Jason now connected with Roy walked towards him. "Red Hood, huh? It fits, I'll give you that."

Jason sat up. "So tell me, what happened to Speedy?"

Roy stopped walking, his grip on the bow tightened. "What.. what?"

He grinned, standing up. "Speedy. Your old persona. Unless it's not Harper under that mask."

Roy aimed the bow right at Jason's face. "Who.The.Fuck.Are.You?"

"Oh so I was right?"

Roy huffed, removing the mask from his face. "Are you a friend of Nightwing's or something?"

Jason shrugged. Wow he was enjoying this. "Dick's? Sort of."

The bow was still aimed right at Jason's face. "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you? Honestly I'm offended you don't remember me." Jason knew he probably wouldn't have remembered him. It's not like they were besties. Roy was Dick's friend. Not Jason's. But he did have a huge crush on him. Plus even if Roy did remember him, then he probably thought he was dead. Like everyone did.

Roy looked at him puzzled. "Remember you? Do I know you? I don't think so. Come on lemme see the pretty face you've got hiding under that mask."

Jason put his hands up, sort of in a "okay I surrender" pose. He was done fucking with Roy. He lifted his hands up, removing the mask. He dropped it on the ground as white streaks of hair fell onto his face. "Hey there Harper."

The bow fell to the ground in an instant. Roy's eyes were wide as they stared at him.

"Yeah, I'm not dead. Surprise!" Jason crossed his arms. This was the usual reaction.

"Jason, fucking, Todd?! How the hell are you alive?" Roy was staring at him, Jason watched as his face went a light red. "It's complicated. Don't feel like explaining it. Least not right here."

Roy nodded, he reached down and grabbed the bow off the ground. "Alright, uh, you wanna go get something to eat then...?"

Jason grabbed his mask off the ground. "Hell yeah, I'm starving."

The two walked into a diner after changing out of their uniforms. They sat down at the diner furthest from the exit. "They have really good food here."

Jason nodded. "Mhm, alright."

The two talked throughout the night. Laughing and catching up. Jason opened himself up for one of the first times since he died. And of course it was with Roy, fucking, Harper. They were having fun, enjoying each other's company. It had been a long time since Jason had enjoyed himself like this. He didn't think he would ever feel so happy again. But yet here he was. He didn't want this night to end

Roy was pulling Jason up, out of the diner seat. They payed for their food, and walked out. "So how long are you staying in Star City?" It was a question Roy had on the tip of his tongue all night, but he was too scared to ask.

Jason shrugged. "A few days. Gotta find someone before I can leave." Roy nodded. He felt better, glad he wasn't gonna leave immediately.

"Where are you staying?" Roy knew he was getting dangerously close to the real question he wanted to ask.

Jason looked at him confused. "A motel. Nothing interesting."

"You can uh... You can stay with me if you want. Ya know to like.. save money and shit."

Jason went a light red. "Oh? Uh thank you, I mean sure if you'll let me."

"Yeah, of course. Come on, I'll drive us."

Roy unlocked his apartment slowly. "Here we are, home sweet home." He set his duffle bag down on the ground, throwing his keys into the bowl. "Sorry it's not much."

Jason also set his bag down. "It's not half bad. Messy but I'd expect no less from you."

Roy nodded, sliding off his jacket. "I have a spare room you ca-"

"Did you know I had a major crush on you? When I was a kid." Jason had interrupted him, also sliding off his jacket.

Roy looked at him confused. "Wait, are you serious? You had a crush on me?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah. Pretty sure you were my gay awakening."

He chuckled. "Well I'm glad I could help you."

One question stayed in Roy's mind. He didn't know how to ask it.

Jason stared at him puzzled. "You alright?"

Roy shook his head. "Do- do you still have a crush on me?"

Jason's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting the question. "Woah. Straight forward, much? Why do you wanna know?"

He shrugged. "Curiosity I guess?"

"Maybe I do. I honestly don't kn-" Jason was cut off by lips on his own. At first he was confused, he didn't quite register what was happening. But right as Roy was about to pull away, Jason pulled him closer.

And the rest is, as they say, history.

[nohomosikehomo]

Love Languages | Fluff

context: salim loves telling those he cherishes 'i love you'. and even though people like zain and jason aren't as vocal as he is, they show love in their own way. domestic fluff ensues.

They had just finished washing the dishes when the father and son decide to head in for the night.

"Zain! " Salim called out.

His boy had been on his way to his room, presumably to study for the exam he had the day after if not sleep. Zain turned around, answering in Arabic. "Yes, baba? "

"You'll do amazing tomorrow, I know it," Salim assured him, having just listened to his son grumble about his school's workload over dinner. A small smile made its way onto Salim's face as he said, "get some rest. I love you."

Zain's arms went up to stretch, yawning, before turning back around. "Thank you, baba. Sweet dreams."

At his place leaning against the kitchen doorframe, Salim crosses his arms and calls out again, this time with a teasing lilt to his voice. "Zain,"

The boy mentioned doesn't even turn around this time, his only indication of acknowledgement being a sleepy hum. It's only when his dad repeats his name twice does he actually pause at the doorway of his room. "Yes? "

Salim can already anticipate his son's reaction. "I love you." And when Zain groans, anticipating where his dad was going with this, Salim's smile turns into a smirk.

Salim repeated himself. "I love you, Zain."

"You just told me to get some rest."

"I did, yes," Salim agreed. "But I also said I love you."

"Baba," Zain whined, "I have an exam tomorrow. I need sleep."

Salim would be a hypocrite if he said he didn't find amusement in Zain's growing exasperation. Call him a dad, but his boy's tired glare only spurred him on further. Teenager temper, as entertaining as always. "You will sleep, after you say it back. I love you."

At the sight of his dad mockingly mouthing the words I love you to him from the start of the hallway, as if Zain was an infant all over again and was motivating his son to say his first words, Zain looked about done. "You are dreadful, baba."

Salim bit back a snort. "Say you love me back, Zain."

Zain's quick with his "No."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't." Zain grimaced. "That's the fifth time you said it."

Salim's determined. "Make it six; I love you, Zain."

Frustrated, Zain sighed. "Will you let me go if I say it back? "

The man's demeanour immediately perked up, triumph evident in his expression. There's a playful glint in his eye as he feigns consideration, staring to the side as if he was mulling it over. "Hmm, maybe. If you say it back, I will consider..." But at Zain's protest of baba! Salim's facade instantly crumbles, laughing as he opens up his arms in invitation. "If you don't wish to say it back, give me a hug."

Although he was muttering something about you do this every time, baba, Zain makes his way over to Salim regardless. Once he embraces him, deadweight in his hold, Salim laughs again at the instant change in behaviour. His boy has always been a hugger. "Okay, done. Can I go sleep now? " is Zain's muffled question, head slumped against his dad's shoulder.

He presses a kiss to the crown of his head before nodding, satisfaction plastered all over his smile. He chuckled softly. "I love you very much, too, my boy." Zain begins another incoherent rant against his shoulder, most likely complaining a mix about his dad and his upcoming exam, yet despite his apparent dislike, he wraps his arms snuggly around his dad like always. It's a warmth that Salim cherishes dearly and it makes him hug him tighter.

Zain was absolutely right, though- Salim does do this every time. Even in Salim's own rebellious days and the epochs of his life when he was far less compliant with any and every order given to him, he had always expressed himself through words. From immersing himself in his books as a kid and later redeveloping his love for text and learning after wishing to be a good role model for Zain, portraying his love and his mind with words was his go-to. The words I love you just always fell easily off his tongue: never once regretting how often he told his loved ones how he felt.

Zain tended to call this habit embarrassing, perhaps a bit of a flashback from Salim shouting it on the few days he dropped his son off at school. His primary or high school days were equally unsafe from his dad's wrath.

Salim liked to call it endearing and, well, maybe a little funny.

They stay like that for a while, Salim allowing his son to lean against his shoulder in their embrace, mentally relishing in the fact he was still slightly taller than his son. At the rate this boy's growing, he will likely pass me by soon, is Salim's fond thought. The radio plays in the background, and Salim thinks, he doesn't need his son to tell him he loves him as often as he does. His son's love comes in the form of Zain collapsing into his dad's arms through sob-filled conversations and shaky nights; in the way Zain drapes himself over Salim's back when the latter reads something and he wanted a peek; the small pat on Salim and Jason's heads when Zain's too exhausted to talk but still wished to assure his parents he appreciated them for dinner; and like now, when Zain trusted himself completely in his dad's arms after a draining day. This was his I love you, Salim knew, and it got him through the stormiest and most turbulent of days.

It meant more than words could ever convey.

Another one of Salim's I love you's and Zain's annoyed but harmless flick on the shoulder later, he finally shows mercy to release him to let him sleep. Zain's door closes and Salim sighs, glancing at the wall clock. Nine o'clock and Jason still wasn't home.

Hours prior, at seven o'clock in the evening and Salim was contemplating what he should cook for dinner with their limited supply of ingredients, he received a text from his lover that he had to stay overtime at work. Of course, Salim would never be mad at Jason for doing so, sometimes his company truly demanded more help and even the father himself has days when he spends an obnoxious amount of hours for work, but Jason's late-night shifts have been going on throughout the whole month now. Meaning, it's been on-and-off whether or not Salim and Zain would see the American for dinner, with some days the teenager staying up a bit just to greet him with his dad when he got home. On days like this, though, Zain himself would be too tired from school and resign early, leaving Salim alone as he finds whatever activity to keep himself awake. It also didn't help when Jason came home fatigued out of his mind on said nights, forcing the older to make sure he had some form of nutrition before sleeping. If Salim's own work wasn't tiring, this inconsistent cycle of not having enough time with his family made it even more so. Salim's still surprised he hasn't stormed Jason's work to complain about it himself.

He doesn't realise he had almost dozed off on the couch till the sound of their front door opening snaps him out of his daze. Salim adjusts his robe, suppressing a yawn as he makes his way over. He tentatively called, "Jason?"

Peering out of the room, Salim doesn't deny the way his own shoulders ease at the sight of his lover at the doorway; jacket halfway off broad shoulders, his signature cap still on his head like always, and even with the signs of bags and lack of sleep under his eyes, there's a warmth and sweetness in Jason's eyes that look at Salim like he can't take his eyes off him. Always looking at him as if Salim held the world in his hands. And when that ardour gaze lands on him, it unconsciously brings a fond expression onto Salim's face. He would never get sick of seeing the way his man looked at him.

Salim's about to jest at how late it was getting before his eyes fall onto the reusable bags piling around Jason's feet which he guessed was groceries. Had he stayed out longer just to buy them?

Jason greeted him. "Salim, hey, Zain asleep already?"

Salim nodded. "Has an exam tomorrow, he was grumbling about it all night. In his words, his professor has a stick up his-" Salim omits the word ass, pretending the word was way too crude to be said.

That made Jason laugh softly, and the expression makes the man look a bit younger than he truly was. It added creases near his eyes, a smile on his face and softness to his features, and all of that made Salim stare at every detail till he could remember it eternally. "He'll smash it outta the park. He's a bright kid- definitely got that from you."

The small compliment makes Salim take a step forward to help take Jason's jacket off, arms lingering on strong arms as he does so. The action doesn't go unnoticed by the American and Salim almost forgets he was going to scold him. "Is that your way of flattering me? To stop me from giving you an earful tonight?" He asked playfully.

One of Salim's hands that lazed on the man's arm trails down till Jason intertwines their hands, shrugging his jacket off with the other. From how close they were, Salim could see their puffs of breath in the English winter air. "I mean, never said I didn't like the sound of your voice. Although, if my sweet talk's workin'..."

Salim chuckles softly at that but breaks their hold to rub at his arms, the front door of their home still open, letting the cold night air in. Jason's eyes immediately flicker down to catch it and his expression drops into a scowl. "Shit, Salim, get back inside-" Jason ushered him, haphazardly hanging his jacket on the nearby coat rack before reaching for one of the bags on the ground. "-it's cold as shit outside and all you've got is that flimsy ass robe. No wonder you're freezin'."

The man feigns offence, defending his robe, "Hey! I like this robe, it's perfectly fine." He reaches a hand towards the bags. "But here, Jason, let me help you."

Jason grabs all four bags of groceries before Salim could grab any of them, grunting at the effort, but he doesn't relent. "Fuck no. I'll carry'em, don't worry 'bout it."

Salim rolls his eyes but listens anyway, closing and locking the door after Jason. "I am far from a damsel in distress, habibi. A few shopping bags aren't going to kill me."

Out of his sight in the kitchen, Salim can hear the rustling of what he assumes is Jason putting away the groceries. Jason snarkily calls back, "Yes, darlin'! "

The man breaths out a laugh at his mockery, his previous complaints on the edge of his tongue once more. "Don't darling me, Jason, not when you come home at this hour and not even-"

Salim rounded the corner of the hallway into the kitchen, ready to keep scolding him, but let out a startled noise as Jason practically leapt at him from his peripheral vision, having hidden away to scare him. At the sight of the poor man's wide-eyed expression, Jason snickers gleefully at his success. Salim's then about to scold him for trying to jumpscare him just as firm hands grab at his waist, pulling them close into an embrace like they were a while ago. Their faces are a breath apart, Salim's hands instinctively grasping at Jason's shoulders, and the elder's thoughts seemingly sizzle out just like that.

Jason eyes Salim's lips before muttering into the air between them, "And not even what? Kiss your pretty mouth bruised?"

Salim doesn't spare another word before surging forward and he can feel Jason's delighted smile against his lips. Regardless, Jason tugs him even closer so that Salim's flush against his chest and the latter can feel his fervour in the way the younger deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side. Salim didn't care that the American's lips were slightly chapped, the man likely having faced the winter wind for too long. For those brief seconds, he forgot his exhaustion and let himself melt into his lover completely. For a moment, it was perfectly sweet.

When they pull away, light brown eyes flicker down to his lips, looking like he wants to claim them all over again. Jason's face is flushed, likely a mix from the weather and having just kissed Salim silly. From the heat of his own face, the latter assumes he doesn't look much different. Salim laughs at the sight of it, nudging their foreheads together instead.

Jason breathes out his name like it's sacred, leaving a warm feeling in Salim's chest, "Fuck, Salim, I missed your kisses."

"Just my kisses?" Salim quipped.

"Yeah, just your kisses..." Jason trailed off. "...and probably your cooking, your shitty jokes, that smokin' tight a-"

Salim's hand shoots up to smother Jason's mouth as another airy laugh leaves him. "We have been apart for less than a day, habibi." Salim said.

Jason's face scrunched up and speaks up when the hand covering his mouth cups his cheek instead, allowing him to talk. "One day too long, that's what." Jason envelopes Salim's hand with his own and kisses his lover's palm adoringly. "And, uh, to say sorry for coming late these past few weeks, I went out to grab some groceries since you've been frettin' 'bout that, not having enough for dinner and all. Even got a shit ton of them Monster Munch chips Zain fuckin' inhales."

"Oh, Allah, we really need to stop feeding that boy's addiction. I swear, if it weren't for me, he'd have them for all his meals!" Salim joked. He then says a bit more seriously, "Sincerely, Jason, thank you. You must have become so tired after working for so long. To even go out of your way so late at night for us, thank you."

Jason shrugged. "'S fine. Today wasn't too shit, anyway."

Salim has a knowing look on his face as he traces Jason's jaw affectionately. "You've been doing overtime relentlessly time and time again, my love. I think it's safe to say every day is shit." And once the pad of his thumb reaches Jason's lips, he gives him a chaste kiss which the latter chases after. Salim laughed at Jason's dazed stare. "Help me put away the groceries, and maybe..." Salim's eyes droop, staring up at his partner through his eyelashes. "...I'll give you more than just a kiss."

In a heartbeat, the promise gets the American moving like a soldier with orders. "Yessir."

If Zain's love language was physical touch, Jason's was without a doubt acts of service, and perhaps gift-giving. His actions spoke louder than any of his curse words, after all.

Like tonight and many late nights prior, Jason would go out of his way to do chores or errands unprompted. He wasn't the best at conveying his thoughts verbally, he personally felt like he was a better listener, but that never stopped how exceptionally observant and attentive Jason was, especially to those he cared for. Whether one of his friends or family mentioned something they wanted weeks or months before Christmas, Jason would turn up with the perfect gift from their half-assed comment. This is certified by the crushing hug Nick gave him that Christmas day, Jason having bought them matching watches.

Jason had groaned against the smothering embrace. "Nicky, I get it- you like the gift. Get off me."

Nick's obvious delight was unscathed, very much so used to his best friend's attitude. "You're a godsend, man."

The Southern man rolled his eyes, but from his side, Salim could see the hints of a suppressed smirk tugging at his lips. "It's a watch."

"It's a cool fucking watch!" Nick argued. "If you had a matching one, it could be like our marine days- got them matching watches and tatts and everything."

Without saying a word, Jason raised his right arm and pulled his sleeve down, revealing the exact same watch he gifted him. Realising they have matching watches once more, Nick almost knocks his best friend over. Jason had thrown strings of curses of Get off me, Nick! Heavy ass motherfucker and your fuckin' hugs- and many more insults he didn't mean.

Salim thought it was extremely precious.

The former marine had even bought his past commander the wine she's been struggling to find for months and even made Zain give the 'christmas juice' to her to heighten the joke. Days later at the friends' New Years Party, Zain had practically shredded the box of his new gaming console. When Salim gave Jason an accusatory stare, Jason merely shrugged and pointed towards Rachel, calmly sipping her new wine as she watched Zain gush about how badly he's wanted the console.

Just this morning, Salim had half-heartedly complained about not having enough time to go out to the supermarket and Zain must've said something about his 'stash shortage' as he rummaged through the cupboards. Salim barely even recalled his throwaway comment till Jason had rocked up with everything they had mentioned hours ago- vegetables and halal meats for future meals, Zain's unhealthy crisps obsession, etcetera. Hell, as he was filtering through the bags, Jason had somehow found the tea Salim has been craving this past week. It didn't even sell at any of the nearby shops, Salim knew; he had tried to look around himself but came up empty-handed and mildly disappointed.

As he sets the box of tea aside on the kitchen island, very much enthusiastic to have it over breakfast tomorrow morning, Salim pipes up, "Did you drive all the way to that Asian store? The one some towns over?"

Said store was a decent ride away, but the family was a fan of it due to its large and diverse assortment. Besides how reminiscent the foods and snacks were to Salim's life in Iraq, the couple that owned the store took a liking to them, too. An old Filipino couple, Aunty Chesa and Uncle Coco, had moved to England ages before Salim's family had and established the Asian grocery as a form of livelihood. After their first encounter at the store, the two families had immediately clicked into a fun conversation. Maybe, it was something about the universal understanding of the first immigrant experience that helped them get along and empathise with their adventures in a new culture, a new world. That couple liked them so much: even offered Zain the opportunity to part-time there should ever he decide he had enough time after exam season. The boy had thanked them then and voiced to his dad that he'd love to, once he had more time in his hands. "Folks would think Zain was their grandkid!" was Jason's reaction to that.

Jason's voice shouted from the pantry, speed-running putting away their groceries. "Should've seen how fuckin' grumpy Uncle Coco was when I rocked up at closing time! Swore at me like a sailor, he did. Good thing I'm too much of a knucklehead to know a lick of Filipino."

Salim laughs at the image. "Mr Cabello means well, habibi!" He says the next part a little more quietly. "It also just happens you both share the same vocabulary, albeit in a different tongue."

"I heard that, smartass!"

Salim grinned even wider. "You love my ass."

Even though he couldn't see his lover, he had a gut feeling Jason had nodded in agreement. "Damn right I do!"

Salim snickers at the conversation. These were the nights he cherished, and although they were becoming more and more scarce with how busy they've become, their comfortable banter never failed to cheer him up. "I know I said it before-"

Jason intervenes as Salim starts. "Already told you, Salim, don't worry 'bout it."

He continues regardless. "-but I really wanted to say it again, habibi, how grateful I am for you and everything you do for Zain and me. All the love you shower us with never goes ignored..." He wanted to say more but is cut off by his own yawn, his eyes closing as he realises he must've been more tired than he thought he was. "...so, thank you again, Jason. I really do love you and everything you do."

"Don't say you love me just yet, Salim!"

The sound of glass clinking together makes Salim open his eyes. He watches as Jason leaves the pantry with a wine bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. There's a cheeky smile on his lover's face. Jason admitted, "Noticed your choppy sleep recently and how shit it's been makin' work for you. Thought you'd want a glass."

Allah, this man was perfect. "Have I told you I love you?"

Jason had already put the glasses down and was opening the bottle. "Thought you'd say that."

Salim chuckled and, as Jason started to pour, he made his way over to him till he was pressed against his lover's arm. "You must be tired doing so much for me, habibi. Treating me so right. Perhaps we should get to bed..." Salim's tone drops into something sultry and his voice is right beside Jason's ear, sending a shiver down the man's spine. He can see Jason's grip on the wine bottle tighten, trembling in an effort not to shatter it. "...and if you'd like, I can return the favour, give you something sweeter than that wine."

A loud clatter and a bark of laughter from Salim later, Jason had captured his lips in a searing kiss all over again. And all throughout the night, from the moment they finished the wine and Salim found himself entangled in his sheets, Jason's bare arms encasing him and making him feel safe and adored, Salim knew: not a second passed by that Jason didn't assure him he loved him.

[chenopodiumlang]

Borg

f, city

Borg er stórt bæjarfélag.

ÍS // EN // RU

borgari (m) // citizen // житель (m) города, горожанин (m)

kastali (m) // castle // замок (m)

virki (n) // fortress // крепость (f)

gata (f) // street // улица (f)

þorp (n) // village // деревня (f)

Það eru margar borgar hér í Rússlandi. Ég bý nærri Moskvu, en eftir viku ætla ég að flytja í íbúð í Moskvu. Þetta ætlar að vera gott fyrir mig vegna þess háskólinn minn er í Moskvu. Ég held að Moskva sé falleg borg. Margar götunnar hennar eru mjög gamlar. Ég vona að heimsækja þær allar. Því miður hef ég oft engan tíma til að skoða þær!

[borderlandsthirst]

The Right Hand of the Twin Gods

More world building for Koetai, so I imagine her as the only one really close to the twins, and granted I created her before the game came out, she was the very first member of the cult. She knew Troy and Tyreen before they became became Gods, before they were Calypso and still Deleon.

She's crazy, years of abuse did that, but not all of her is lost. Though she is insane a few shreds of humanity still cling to her mind, she helped Troy build his arm after he showed her the blueprints, she helped Tyreen cut and dye her hair, she even helped build the Twin's Cathedral.

She idolizes the twins so much she even dressed as badly as they do, an outfit with one too many different colors. An orange and red shirt, a black spiked jacket, light brown pants with a green belt to keep them up, and a pair of silver and gold boots. Looking like hot trash 😂. She even shaved the side of her black hair in honor of Tyreen.

When Troy is sick Koetai is by his side, when the twins need to vent or need a shoulder to cry on Koetai is there, when Tyreen is in a bad mood because she keeps accidentally killing people Koetai is there to listen. She only feels normal when she's the twins, they are her sanctuary in this cold and unforgiving world.

Unlike regular humans Tyreen can't accidentally leech a siren, she has to actually try in order to do it, so she enjoys hugs and soft touches from Koetai, massages and light butterfly taps. One of the many reasons was she's allowed in her private quarters.

Troy also lives her massages, but what really gets him is how she expresses genuine interest in his hobbies. Beatboxes, spray-painting, tinkering with electronics. She's into anything and everything he is.

Along the way they give her a title, The Burning Angel, at first it was just a name I came up with, but after playing the game I made it as they mocking Lilith who was no longer the Firehawk.

[antigenius]

Masterlist!!

So I think this is needed??? I dunno I don’t have enough content to get this up yet, at least, that’s what I think, but anyway!! These aren’t in order in any way shape or form-

💕= Collab, 🚨= NSFW,  😿= Angst, 🖤= Dark Themes

MHA

Tsuyu Asui

Teaching you how to swim 

Cute fluffy Tsuyu x reader in the rain 

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Hawks with a clingy s/o 

Toru Hagakure

Rose 💕

Bakugou Katsuki

Forever 

Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

Submission 🚨

Tamaki Amajiki

Hate 😿

Hanta Sero

The MJ to My Peter Parker 😿🖤

Multi-Characters

Crackhead nug hcs for the main three 

Honeymoon Hcs! (Hawks, Dabi and Tomura)

Skincare hcs for most of the girls [I had no idea how to do Jirou]

Skincare hcs for most of the boys 

Kisses [main 3]

BTS

Park Jimin

Her 🖤

Kim Namjoon

Russian Roulette 🖤

Jung Hoseok

Thumping

Haikyuu

Sugawara Koushi

Second Chance (Sugawara x reader) [Multichapter soulmate AU]  

Original Stories

Eight Lives Left 

All To Cinders (murder, su*ide theme)

[peachhoneii]

MerDuck Headcanons

@squorkal accidentally came up with an awesome AU that has caught great winds, and I recently (finally) watched The Shape of Water. Gonna share some headcanons

Young merducks are allowed to the surface at the age of 13, meaning they can physically shapeshift into a bipedal form. Donald actively forbids HDL from going up there due to whatever happened to Della.

Meaning Della was able to carve an out-of-sea life of sorts, and by time she returned to the sea she was heavily pregnant.

Scrooge also traveled the world himself, and his stories of the outside world inspired Della.

Merducks can live for an extraordinarily long time. I think 300 is when they’re out of their youngling stage more or less, but they can live up for thousands of years.

Goldie is not a merduck, and she did meet Scrooge during his world traveling days. Everything follows as usual.

Scrooge left Goldie pregnant. Yes, pregnant, and the lifespans of hybrids vary significantly from regular mortal lifespans to hundreds to thousands years.

Daisy Duck is Webby’s neighbor. She’s in her early 30s, lives alone, and is an archivist/librarian, former journalist for the town. She’s mute, and this was something I had planned for the Daisy Duck Mermaid AU.

HDL meet Webby after saving her. She nearly drowns during a bad storm, having escaped her grandma, and they work together to get her out of the seaweed. 

Webby lives with her Grandma and Duckworth...for @donaldtheduckdad‘s sake. She’s a quiet, lonely child who lost her parents in a plane crash when she was two.

Merducks can live outside water when they’re young, but for a limited amount of time. 30 minutes top; fish scales will start to peel, bleed. Their immune systems aren’t strong enough to survive outside water until they’re 13 when they can shape shift.