#dust 🌨️

[scarlet97531]

Wait we were actually going somewhere with this one we should have finished it

I don’t remember why we were drawing Kris pointing at spider punk but I have a sneaking suspicion it was system related…

[scarlet97531]

🌨️ - I tried listening to drunk-dazed because of this post and.. yeah….

Dust sans headcanons!!!

He swears in korean, like all the time, especially when smth goes wrong

He smokes cigarettes in his freetime

He started this to get his mind off of the exp addiction, but it just made everything worse

Their favorite song is drunk-dazed by enhypen

He eats ramen at 3am when he's bored

This man has the highest spice tolerance ever

He has trouble sleeping

He wears gloves because he's from a Handplates au

He keeps a stash of drugs under his bed

Takes naps during the day, awake / barely sleeps at night

He sleeps in weird positions like a cat

They can fall asleep anywhere

Wears purple eyeliner under his eyes

They stole it from Fell

Him and Fell used to date when Dust was still Classic

Wears Papyrus' scarf when feeling down

Usually keeps it in his sleeve or pocket

He is a cat person

He sometimes meows as a vocal stim

He shakes his hands when he's excited

Autism

He fidgets a lot with his hoodie strings

They are rlly short

He has a faint slash mark across his ribcage from the timelines where the human killed him

He could totally pass as Classic if he took his hood off

They often drink vodka

He can play the piano but he doesn't think he's that good at it

He is a demiromantic bisexual, and uses he/they pronouns

He's fairly decent at cooking, but he's only willing to make pasta

He does this to remember Papyrus

They have a pet albino rat

He loves chemistry, quantum mechanics, and quantum physics

They use grape scented breath spray to get the flavor of monster dust out of their mouth

@thatidiotutartist

[ohimsummer]

the winter breeze is bloodthirsty, greedy, biting at any flesh you dare leave exposed to her icy fangs. you underestimated just how vicious the winds would be, lacking in layers amidst these freezing temperatures.

your phone gives a quick succession of ‘ding!’s and you know it’s satoru because he’s the only one who rapidfired texts to you in such a manner.

it’s tempting to pull out your phone and see what goofy messages he’s sent you this time—what animal pictures or funny photos he always has on hand. but your fingers are numb. the tips are frigid and cracked, painfully cold and it hurts just to wiggle the digits, but it’s about the only thing you can do to keep them from going too stiff.

“do you always ignore your poor boyfriend’s texts?”, a familiar voice asks behind you.

satoru laughs when you whip around to gawk at him, because how did he even sneak up on you? the question never leaves your lips, instead interrupted by a harsh shiver from your head-to-toe, one that wipes the smirk right off satoru’s face.

“oh, baby…”, he sighs. “c’mere.”

satoru tugs you closer to him, and it feels like the bitter breeze has been blasted out of your vicinity. you have a split second thought—‘his infinity’—before he’s cupping his larger, mittened hands around yours. gently, like delicate china, and he moves them up to his lips.

“dummy.”, satoru scolds as he looks over your pale knuckles and fragile fingertips, tutting at you and his unamused pout brings forth a sheepish smile to your lips.

he leans forward to press soft kisses to your palm, your fingers, and then he heaves a first large, warm exhale over your hands. it’s a soothing relief; peppermint-scented breaths especially effective now that the icy winds are kept at bay.

satoru huffs and puffs to defrost your frigid hands. his white lashes have fluttered shut, brows slightly furrowed as he works on getting your hands back up to a proper temperature. he looks pretty, a light red dusting over his nose and cheeks, up to his ears. the sight sends a warmth blooming throughout your heart, more so when satoru opens his eyes again and captivates you in those glittery, winter blues. being this close to him, literally in his space, as he catches and holds your gaze—it feels extremely intimate.

“there, all better.”, satoru hums, coating your hands in a few more lingering kisses. “thank you, satoru.”

and you just giggle, roll your eyes, relish in the newfound heat within your hands. “thank you, satoru.”

🌨️: @anthoosies @staryukis @teddybeartoji @lxnarphase @neptuneblue @hellkaiserinphoenix @cinnamoneve @satoruxsc @rosso-seta @starlightanyaaa @bubblez-blop @domainexpansionmypants @jianyuu4mii @xinfvl @blindbabycadder @kisstoru @the-monster-under-the-bed @manyno @sugu-love @leilalilox @sataraxia @apatauaia @luvvforliaa @purplegemadventures @v0ctin @kissesfrombelle @babytoshiii @biscuitsngravie

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Arthur Morgan x Reader fluff

Sleepy Hands and Snowy Nights

Description: After Arthur spends a long day preparing for the incoming snow about to befall the cozy cabin you two live in, he readily joins you to sleep. You've always had some odd sleeping habits, but Arthur doesn't mind being your personal stim board and back scratcher on the snowy night. Warnings: none, just fluff. 🌨️ idk if i'm the only one who had these little sleeping habits, but here we are `(*>﹏<*)′

The wind howled against the ranch house, rattling the windowpanes as the first signs of snowfall drifted lazily from the sky. Outside, beneath the endless stretch of West Elizabeth’s winter sky, Arthur Morgan stood, framed against the pale light of dusk. The scent of pine and woodsmoke curled in the cold air as he brought his axe down with a heavy thunk, the log splitting clean in two before toppling into the growing pile beside him.

His breath left in white clouds, dissipating into the crisp evening. A thick fur-lined coat wrapped around his broad frame, but even that barely held off the chill. He didn’t mind, though. He liked the bite of the cold, the honesty of work that had tangible results. What he did mind, however, was the sound of the cabin door creaking open behind him.

Arthur turned just in time to catch you stepping onto the porch, arms tucked around yourself, peering out at him like you had half a mind to come down and help.

He sighed, already shaking his head as he set the axe down. “Now what do you think you’re doin’?”

“I was just-”

Arthur was already moving, boots crunching over the frost-dusted ground as he strode up the steps. The amber light from the cabin spilled onto his rugged features, casting deep shadows along his sharp cheekbones. Snowflakes clung to the edges of his brown hair, and his blue eyes held a look of both exasperation and affection.

He placed his gloved hands on your waist, his touch firm but careful, and started steering you backward toward the warmth of the house. “Nope,” he said, cutting you off before you could protest, “absolutely not, miss. Back inside.”

You huffed, digging your heels in slightly. “Arthur, I’m just bored—”

“Not hearin’ it,” he interrupted, lips tugging into a knowing smile.

“You so much as take a whiff of cold air, and next thing I know, you’re laid up in bed, sneezin’ your little head off.”

“That is not true.”

Arthur gave you a pointed look as he guided you both over the threshold. The warmth of the house hit instantly, a welcome contrast to the crisp evening air. “Sweetheart, you could catch a cold from someone livin’ fifty miles away.”

You tried to look offended, but the corners of your mouth twitched, betraying you. “Oh, please. That’s an exaggeration.”

Arthur chuckled, tilting his head. “Last winter? Yeah, you was layin’ up in bed like some sickly Victorian child, grippin’ my hand and askin’ me if you were dyin’.”

You cursed under your breath, defeated, but let him usher you toward the fireplace nonetheless. “I knew you were going to bring that up,” you muttered.

Arthur leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead. The soft hairs of his beard tickled your skin, and you scrunch your nose.

“Stay put,” he called over his shoulder as he headed back out.

“No promises,” you shot back, before reluctantly grabbing a book near you to read for the time being.

Arthur shook his head, chuckling to himself as he returned to chopping wood. “Crazy girl.”

By the time night fell, the first snowfall had blanketed the ranch in pristine white. The fire burned low in the hearth, filling the house with a golden glow.

With a tired grunt, Arthur slid his rough, calloused hand beneath the back of your sleep top, his palm finding the warmth of your bare skin before softly scratching in the way he knew always helped you doze off.

He didn’t get far before you mumbled, voice wispy with sleep.

“Up…”

He rolled his eyes, obeying without question, his hand shifting higher.

A moment passed before you spoke again. “To the… side.”

Arthur sighed, muttering under his breath, “Bossy even when you’re half-asleep.” But he did as you asked, his fingers dragging over to just the right spot.

A small, contented sigh left you as your breathing slowed, your body melting into his. For a while, Arthur thought you had finally drifted off, until you wriggled slightly, a silent protest that he wasn’t quite scratching the right place.

Arthur scoffed, deciding to mess with you. He purposefully dragged his hand somewhere else.

You let out a quiet huff, wiggling again in protest.

“All right, all right,” he chuckled softly, finally scratching the exact spot you wanted.

Your body went completely slack against him, sinking into warmth and safety. Arthur waited a little longer, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing. Just when he thought you were truly out, your hand twitched against his chest, fingers flexing slightly.

At first, it was just a light touch on his forearm, then it shifted restlessly, as if searching for something. He cracked one eye open, watching in amusement as you rested your hand against one spot on his skin, only to move again when it warmed under your palm.

A lazy smile tugged at his lips. With a sigh, he reached down, took your hand in his, and placed it against the cool skin of his torso.

“Here,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Cold enough for ya?”

You hummed in approval, fingers finally settling. “Mhm.”

Arthur shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re an odd woman, you know that?”

“Mhm,” you repeated.

Arthur smirked. But as he lay there, holding you close, the warmth of the fire flickering in the quiet, something settled deep in his chest. A rare kind of peace, one he’d never quite known before.

As your brain drifted off, Arthur’s words finally echoed and caught up to you,

“You-you’re odd,” you mumbled, shifting to get more comfortable, “and…bossier…” 

“I know,” Arthur drawled quietly, before his lips brushed your temple, lingering. 

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he whispered.

And that you did.

short but hope y'all enjoyed (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ dividers made by @anitalenia

[osleeplessflowero]

💜 Reader has They/Them pronouns and their appearance is entirely up to you! ❌ The skeletons will not be entirely canon accurate and will have a few of my headcanons attached. I hope they're still enjoyable! Sequel to this oneshot. ❣️ Sanses belong to their respective owners. All I own is the writing. WORDS: 1,589

🌨️❄️ SNOW DAY! ☃️🧊

Snow gently falls from the sky, hitting the ground and covering it with a pure white, cold blanket. It fogs up the windows, freezing them. Trees have icicles on their branches.

Nightmare's garden has been covered up for the season, the roses and other flowers being kept alive inside a magical greenhouse.

A fireplace crackles in the main living room, its warmth filling the castle.

You sit up in your bed, sliding off of it and walking over to the window, rubbing your eyes to wake up a bit better before looking outside. Upon seeing the snow, you comically press your face up against the glass before excitedly walking to the door, sliding on some slippers of choice and exiting your room.

It's SNOWING!

You rush to Killer's door, tapping on it rapidly until he slides it open.

"you have really gotta stop doing that so early." He yawns, stretching and cracking his bones a little.

"You know you love seeing me in the morning." You smile smugly.

"hmmm.. i guess so."

You gasp, mocking offense. "You guess? You wound me, Killer, such a heartbreaker.."

He snickers, putting his hand up to his mouth.

You put the back of your hand against your forehead, leaning back dramatically. "Whatever could I do?"

"you could tell me why you woke me up this early again, for starters."

"Oh yeah-" You stand up straight again. "It's SNOWING outside!" You grin, bouncing slightly in place.

"..okay and?"

"Killer, it's SNOW- we could do all kinds of things out there- we could have snowball fights, we could build snowpeople, we could do a LOTTA things-"

"ehh, when you grow up surrounded by snow it loses a lot of its appeal."

"C'monnn, don't you wanna hang out with me? Doesn't have to be for too long, but I think it could be fun. Why not give it a chance?" You smile pleadingly, pressing your hands together. He looks you over, seemingly contemplating, before sighing and giving in.

"fine, but don't expect me to stay for too long."

"I'll take it." You smile warmly.

"what's goin' on over here?" Dust walks over, taking a sip of coffee.

You make grabby hands, and he shakes his head. "no, get your own. answer me."

"well, they wanna go out and spend some time in the snow today."

"yeah? how come?"

"Because it could be fun- and it means group bonding time."

"what's gotten you all motivated for group bonding stuff?"

"I dunno. I just wanna spend time with my favorite people all together. Is that so bad?"

Dust and Killer look at each other, before sighing and smiling at you.

"i guess one day couldn't hurt, right killer?" "yeah. only doing this for them though."

You smile smugly, before Horror's door opens.

"why are you all so loud so early."

"Good morning, Horror." You smile at him, and he smiles a little in return. "..mornin'. what's goin' on?"

"We're gonna go out and have a snow day. Wanna join us?" "do i have to stand next to them?" "No, you can stand wherever you want." "then i'm in."

"you wound us, horror." Killer pretends to wipe away a tear. "literally could not give less of a shit." Horror deadpans, before you motion for everyone to follow you to the kitchen.

You get some more coffee started, chatting with everyone about old missions and other things like that, pouring cups for everyone. You hear a large set of doors open and close, peeking your head out of the kitchen to see Nightmare approaching.

"Morning, Night." You smile at him. "Morning. What's going on?" "We're all just having coffee right now, but we're gonna go have some fun in the snow later." "Why would you wanna go out there if it's freezing? Humans are vulnerable to frostbite, and snow's annoying to get off of your clothes. Just gets them all wet, too." He scrunches up his face. "C'monnn, there's lots of fun to be had out there. Why don't you join us? You might like itttt." "If I agree will you stop pestering me about it?" "Yes." You blink innocently. "Fine. But only for a little while." He puts his hand on your head, messing up your hair before going into the kitchen to get some coffee for himself.

You fist pump, going back as well.

After a few more minutes of conversation, you go back to your room to find much warmer clothes for yourself, knowing that since they're skeletons they don't feel the cold. You, however, are not immune to frostbite, and need protection.

Once you've properly bundled up, you walk out of your room and go into Killer's.

"Rate the fit-" "gimme a 360."

You spin around in a circle before striking a pose.

"9/10, should've went with a little more red." "You would say that." You snicker, walking out with him. He holds your hand as you walk, much less to keep up and more just because he wanted to.

You reach the living room where the other three are waiting by the fire for you, greeting them and heading out.

Snow crunches under your shoes as you walk, feeling it hit your head and making your cheeks a little flushed.

Killer walks casually beside Dust, who has his hands in his pockets. Horror lets some snow fall on his hand silently for a bit. Nightmare just walks next to you, a neutral look on his face.

You try to think of what to do first, then get an idea and smile deviously.

While the others are distracted, you reach down and pick up some snow, forming it into a ball and holding your hands behind your back.

"Oh Killerrrr.. I have a gift for you." "is it the gift of your undying love and affection for me?" He puts his hands on his cheeks, shooting you a wink. "Killer, you already know that I love you. But that's not it. THIS IS-"

You hit him right in the face with a snowball, then run for dear life.

"ohohoho, you are SO GONNA GET IT-" He runs after you, forming a snowball himself. You let out a scream, but in truth, you're not actually scared. It's one of excitement.

Nightmare shakes his head, watching in slight amusement.

"you gonna get in on that, boss?" Dust asks, standing beside him. "Absolutely not. I'd rather not have snow hurled at my face." "they seem to be having a lot of fun th-"

Dust gets hit in the face with a snowball. Followed by a "SORRY DUST-" in the distance.

"sorry to cut this short, boss, but this is a declaration of war-" "Go on."

He runs off, picking up snow in both hands and making two snowballs, chasing you both down. Horror looks at Nightmare, Nightmare sharing a look back, before Horror just leaves him to himself and joins the fight.

Walls are built, alliances made, betrayals were common.

You had a blast, aiming another snowball at Killer and throwing it before he ducks..and it hits Nightmare.

You feel yourself tense, the others stare at him. Killer looks like he's about to burst out laughing, Dust puts his hand to his teeth, and Horror..honestly doesn't care.

"Now look what you've done." "Nightmare, I-" "YOU DARE DECLARE WAR ON THE KING OF NEGATIVITY?"

He charges at you with a malicious grin, you playfully screaming and running as the others join in an all-out battle. You feel proud that you managed to get him to join in on the fun this time.

Once you all tire yourselves out, you focus your attention on snowpeople building. (After you take the time to go inside and get some extra parts to decorate them, that is.)

You make yours a silly fellow, a rather gentlemanly specimen indeed. You then make a much smaller gentleman to keep him company.

Killer makes sure to sculpt his properly, adding the classic carrot nose and a few pieces of clothing like a hat and scarf.

Dust..okay that's a pile of snow with his name written on it. Doesn't count.

Horror makes a bigger snowperson, carefully crafting details onto it, making small patterns in the snow with his sharp fingers. You give him some assistance, suggesting what to add to certain parts.

Nightmare adjusts yours when you aren't looking, sprucing it up a little and fixing its hat when it begins to slide off.

"Okay, I think it's time to go back inside. Their face is getting a bit too flushed. I wouldn't want to risk frostbite."

"Aww, okay. We should do this again if it snows tomorrow. Maybe we could go ice skating that time- I bet I could skate better than youu-" "Sure, we'll go with that." "You doubt my skills?" "I do doubt your skills."

You scoff, nudging Nightmare's shoulder as you all walk back. He simply grins at you.

You change out of your wet clothes, putting on some warm pajamas and going to sit in the living room with everyone. Nightmare sits to your right at the end of the couch, Killer on your left. Dust sits in a recliner, and Horror sits in front of you on the floor. You lean a bit on Nightmare as a movie starts, tracing lines on Horror's skull with your hand and taking an occasional sip of hot chocolate.

After a few jokes and discussions, you feel yourself getting tired, falling asleep right in the same spot. Feeling perfectly comfortable with your favorite skellies around.

[scarlet97531]

🌨️ - ours sits like this, he got it from his sky kid.

A very real question 4 smth im making!!

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 23rd February ✨

I haven’t had time to listen to as much as I wanted to, but what have had time to listen to was pure gold as always! 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (181) I think it’s such a testament to the power of the character work and story-telling in Hallowoods that I can go literal months without hearing about a character’s arc, but then immediately know exactly what they were doing when we left them. Also, words can’t really express how much I love Ray. The Rescher twins using the ancient, forgotten technology of . . . a compact disc makes me feel kind of old and kind of sad! 

🦋 @remnantspod (29) “Even when you rest you’re trying to leave me.” Oh my god, there was so MUCH in this episode. The infatuation. The accent. It was so interesting to see the apprentice from an outsider’s view. I reject the notion that Sir knows him better than he knows himself. Or, rather, I strongly suspect that the Apprentice still has a few surprises in store. I may be dumb for not realising this earlier, but was the other dust that Sir spoke to the remnant of Edwin’s mother?? I’m trying to decide whether to dive into the ?last ep tomorrow or relisten from the start to catch all the threads before listening. There’ll probably be something huge in the finale that will change the way I view everything all over again!! 

🌨️ @thewhitevault (18) Oh my god WHAT a cliffhanger!! I’ve said multiple times that no-one is doing it like The White Vault and this episode is such a great example of that!!! 

🔮 @spiritboxradio (1.10) Sam, hun, are you alright? 😳 (I don’t think the answer is yes) 

Wish me luck for my job interview tomorrow!! Hopefully I can find time to chill and listen to pods this week before I start prepping for the next one!

[slippinninque]

🌨️🌁Winter with Fontaine prt 2.🌁🌨️

Fontaine x blackreader

A few scenes in which you and your man enjoy the winter season.

Prt.1

warnings: 18+, cursing, mentions of smoking, fluff, sensual themes, a bit of a long one lol

By the next winter, Fontaine has found a second home within your two walls. While he isn't ready to leave his Mama on her own, it makes him feel good to know he has one other safe place to be

Fontaine is the Man of The House. He doesn't think he runs your shit, he just makes sure he plays his role. Shoveled walkways, car dusted off and started up, the coffee machine going on the days you have to go in early.

He only had to see you fall once ("Your little hat went flyin'--my heart just 'bout stopped!") before Fontaine became your winterland escort. Meeting you at your car to walk you safely to the front door or, "It's icy baby, hold on to me." Don't think about leaving the car for anything while you're out and about with him. If so, be ready to hold on to that gentlemen's elbow he'll stick out.

He'll miss you when you're gone. There is something about the winter that makes him yearn for all of your warmness. So, expect to be snatched up and cuddled when you get home.

Christmas can still hurt him. You can see it when he sees commercials for you robots or new holiday cartoon special. On the days he wouldn't cry out loud, you keep him wrapped in your arms as you both watch the falling snow.

Fontaine felt that every day he would spend with you was a gift. He hadn't known what that meant when they said it on TV, Fontaine thought it was corny and low-effort. Now, when he looks at your shining eyes as you take in the flashing lights and splendor--he understood. To be able to reach out and be met with love, that was a gift Fontaine thought he had no way of receiving.

—---------------------------------------------

The only thing you were allowed to do after the first, heavy snow was to take out the trash first thing in the morning.

Fontaine watched your trek from the kitchen’s back window. Your purple-sparkle extra-large bonnet peeked out from a wool hat right above your mad little smile. Fontaine was glad that you grabbed your taller boots as you sunk down a considerable amount into the snow, he would have to shovel soon.

Though the image of you getting stuck like a two pound Pomeranian in a pile of snow made him smile.

Fontaine puts on a kettle to boil water for tea. He learned his lesson from last year and made sure to reinforce the fence line. There was no need to be wary of any critters that could be lingering and it was cute to see you taking full advantage of the safe space.

He watched you dispose of the trash and put your hands onto your hips, looking around the pillow-y surface of your backyard. You pushed your hood back and tilted your face up to the climbing sun. An errand wind blew snowflakes into your face and Fontaine could already imagine the feel of your cold cheeks.

It was a gorgeous sight. You are standing in the middle of the yard, surrounded by the muted beauty of winter time. He watched you tug off your gloves to lift your hands, offering the falling snow a safe place to land. The thought crossed Fontaine’s mind–if anything ever happened to you, it would be his end…

Outside, something caught your attention and you were already turning to investigate–

He tapped the window, startling you into looking over. 

Fontaine cracked the window to call out, “Don’t you do it! You better come on before your friend comes lookin' for you…”

The panic made you jump and he laughed at how you hustled, kicking up snow everywhere as you went.

—---------------------------------------------

“Oh, fuck, yes….”

“Feels good, baby?”

“Mhmm, right there–

“Here? Like th–yeah, you like it just like that..”

Fontaine scrubbed deep, the tea-tree scent of the lather covering your head. You were bent over into the basement sink, all of the creepy crawlies were kindly evacuated by your man. You were purring into the sink as Fontaine scrubbed your scalp down to your locs.

Between your squinted eyes and water–you watched the foam float down the drain. 

“Shit’s gettin’ long, baby.” Fontaine whistled slowly as he wrung and wrung and wrung your hair. You giggled and sighed at the feel of the rinse, “How’s that feel, baby? Need another round?”

“Mmn. Go ‘head and finish me off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Fontaine rinsed you out once more. Then he put those big, beautiful hands to work as he gathered the water from root to loc–tip, wringing a small waterfall into the sink. Once, twice more and Fontaine helped you into standing. 

He put a hair towel over your head and moved back as you dried your own face. You tied your hair up onto the top of your head, feeling freshly polished.

Fontaine had a matching microfiber towel in dark green from when you had your hands on him earlier. He kept on his robe as you swapped yours for the fluffy lounge set that you found waiting for you when you got home.

You followed Fontaine back up the stairs, singing quietly as you got the water out of your ears.  

“Ain’t nobody dope as me, I’m just so fresh an’ clean–

“So fresh and so clean, clean…!”

Fontaine's head tilted as he watched your fine form, outlined and soft to the touch. You made his favorite noise, the type of murmur a disgruntled cat would make. Fontaine came up to you and hugged you around the waist just to be in the way of you trying to dry your hair.

“C’mon now, ‘Taine! Get yo’ big self off–off me, I said!”

“Can’t you gotta wrap my hair.”

“You can do it yourself!”

“I like it when you do it. You get all of ‘em first go.” 

“Okay, sure, Rapunzelie,” You rolled your eyes but waved at him to back up a bit once you had your hair settled. Fontaine did and dipped down a bit just to be dramatic as he wrapped his locs into the towel.

“I want the lavender oil too. Shit be havin’ the whip smelling nice as well.

“You’re so spoiled now, I love it.” You said, grinning, “But lavender is running a pretty penny these days, you’re gonna have to do something a little funny to get that runny….”

Fontaine’s face scrunched up and you winced, “No? I’ll workshop it. I only said it ‘cause oil be run–

“I know, baby. I know.”

“How ‘bout, you’re gonna toil to get that oil? Better?”

“....Better…?”

You smacked your lips at the lie Fontaine spat out before you. He pounced, reaching down and heaving you over his shoulder as you let out a yowl of protest. Fontaine gave your bottom a slap as before depositing you onto the couch, liking how the flare in your nostrils and your eyes narrowed.

“You’re hyper.” You accused him. 

“I’ve been inside all day–

You snorted and snarked, “Hell yeah you’ve bee–wait, wait!” 

Fontaine was on you, his towel already loosening as he ran a hand up the ratty t-shirt you wore when washing your locs. Your thighs fell apart for him as memories of your good time that earlier morning came flooding back. 

“What are you thinking of, ‘Taine?” You teased as his lips found the sensitive skin beneath your earlobe, “You got a particular look in your eye…”

“Thinking of something to get my hands on that oil…”

"Well, let's workshop what you got..."

—---------------------------------------------

“Y’know, Denzel and Whitney made this look so much easier…”

“What do you mean, you’re doing just fine!” 

“Only because you’re bein’ my damn crutch!”

You laughed as you and Fontaine eased around the ice rink. There was a chill following the semi-spill you took in an attempt to save Fontaine. As cool as he tried to be, you could feel how tightly he held onto you. The stiffness in his back was the main cause and the man wouldn’t bend his knees for the life of him, but he was getting better the more time he could spend on his feet.

It was adorable, really.

For someone who wanted to surprise their girlfriend with a secret, frozen pond–Fontaine was oddly shocked when you asked him to join you in skating.

“I haven’t been ice skating in years.” You switched topics when you felt him begin to wobble, “Last time I did this, I was…what…16? Went downtown to see the city light the tree, stood in line for hot chocolate and donuts…”

Fontaine’s gait smoothed as you painted the scene. You giggling and laughing with a few friends, puffers and pompoms everywhere as you tore through activities and sweet treats. You sped up and Fontaine followed automatically as he listened to you tell about the worst fall you ever took.

He trailed you as you turned backwards to skate as you held onto his hands. 

“I’m pretty sure I saw the skating attendant-dude look at me while I’m on the way down to the ground. He looked at me, like, dead in my eye–-then turned to help the toddler hurtling through space and time."

You paused to laugh at yourself, “I guess he had to make a choice–it was the right one…”

As you circled the pond, it felt like you two were in a different world. Beyond the frost and snow of the high weeds and bushes, there was the sound of the Glenn moving on and on. You remembered running along the block with your braids knocking you in the face when the snowballs weren’t.

Fontaine’s pace became smoother and he lost his hesitancy when trying to slow down. He followed after you when you skated nearer the center, nearer the light. Fontaine’s smile glowed as he watched the frosted air puff from your lips, your eyes darting around him and the snowflakes but your hands never loosening on his.

The Pontiac's headlights focused on the center of the pond, giving the two of you a dreamy lighting that felt like winter’s magic was all around you. You couldn’t find enough words to express how much you were enjoying yourself, only able to laugh and press a kiss to Fontaine’s gloved hand. 

Maybe he felt it too. Suddenly emboldened, Fontaine let go. Your eyes widened and you kept your hands extended, following after him  as he took off on his own. Not very fast, but enough that had you squeaking.

“Oh, okay, you feelin’ yourself now–huh? Be careful 'for you hurt yourself!"

Fontaine’s answer was to whip out the warmed blunt he had tucked into his hat. Your eyes popped wide and before he could even ask, you met him with a lighter already extended. 

“What type of Sugar-plumb fairy magic you got goin’ on, Sir? Where did you even get that fro–I’ve been with you all day and I ain’t seen you roll up once!”

Fontaine only winked at you and his cockiness nearly got him sprawled on the ice. You hurried to meet him, holding him steady and providing the lighter as you laughed.

“I almost lost my life and you’re gonna laugh at me like this?”

“Mhhm and I’mma smoke your weed, too.”

That made Fontaine smile as he came close to share the blunt with you, “You just a lil’ bully today, huh?”

Your answer was to grab his hands to put them on the excess fabric of your coat. At his curious expression–you turned and took off as fast as you could. Puffing the blunt like a little locomotive, you trailed a fussing Fontaine into a careful figure eight along the line of the car’s headlights.

His hands eventually found yours though and he turned you, nearly sending you both onto the ground. Luckily, the two of you were able to keep your footing. It was only right to share a smoky kiss to celebrate the beautiful, falling snow.

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✨ending notes:✨ a little soft!taine to keep our fires going as the chill comes rolling in! 😌Tell me what you think and thank you so much for reading! 💓💜💕✨

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[after-the-end-times]

Steve and Eddie, BOGO sale

For @steddieholidaydrabbles Prompt: Snowfall 🌨️ Rating: G Words: 760 🌨️ cw: none 🌨️ Tags: driving in a snow storm, Black Friday, love confessions

Based on the true driving events of our Black Friday adventure this year...except we were in a van that did not make it up the hill and we had to manually turn the van around to head home. I think Steve and Eddie got the better adventure here

“Was it supposed to snow?” Eddie asks, as the headlights light up the snow flying at them like they’re on the Enterprise, flying through space.

“No. No, it was not. There was a spot of snow over night, but they said it’d be clear after 4am.” Steve gritted out, holding the car steady in the snow ruts of the car far ahead of them. “Figured we’d have some snow dusting, but that leaving at 5:30 would be fine.”

“We’ve driven through bad snow before for Black Friday. Remember two years ago? That was a wet snow. We don’t need to be at the front of the line or anything, we’ll be fine. Slow and steady and all that.” Eddie tries to sound steady even though the snow coming down is pretty heavy and sticking to the ground. He knows snow and this is snow. He’s really trying very hard to stay calm for Steve.

“Do you have our lists?” Steve asks.

“Yep, with stars by the more important items. We have scarves and gloves if there is still a line- ah!”

Eddie’s list of preparations is cut off as the car starts fishtailing up a hill and then slows to a stop as the tires start spinning with no forward motion.

“Umm?!” Eddie’s kind of freaking out a little more. What if they get stuck here? What if no one stops? What if they freeze right here in the middle of the highway?!

But Steve’s still pressing the gas and the car has started wiggling its way up the hill slowly, the car’s back end swerving back and forth.

“Just need to make it to the top. This is the only hill and we’ll be fine back on flat land. And then it’s only 10 minutes til the store. Maybe 20 with the snow.” And, of course, Steve’s trying to comfort him while he deftly controls the car in this ridiculous snow storm that wasn’t supposed to be. Eddie loves him so much.

The car crests the top with one last wiggle and they’re back in the safety of dark wheel grooves, even though their driving buddy has long gotten away.

“See? And by the time we come back the salt trucks and sun will have this clear.”

Steve’s so steady. And he loves him so much. He can’t not say something.

“I’m so in love with you.”

And even though Steve’s body twitches hard at that, he keeps the car steady in the grooves.

“Oh.” he says, voice tenser now than when they were actively spinning out. “Like, friend love or- well, I mean it’s fine if it’s like a friend. I love having friends! And you’re the best-”

“Steve. Not like a friend.”

“Oh.” Steve breaths out. “Good. Good, that’s...good. Cause I’m also in love with you. And not like a friend.”

Steve chances it to send Eddie a full blown grin, eyes scrunching up.

Eddie loves that smile. He lets out a giggle he’s never heard come from himself before; he’s just so so happy.

“Good. Good, that’s-” he huffs out a self deprecating laugh. “Wow, it’s hard not getting caught on that. But it really is. Good, that is. Sorry, I’m just so happy. Which is really confusing after being so nervous and kind of scared about the snow for the last 45 minutes. My body’s going through a lot right now.”

“Oh yeah, I get that. Though- no, nevermind. Look! The mall!”

"Steve? What were you going to say? Are you ok?” And wow, Eddie’s cardiac system is getting a workout this morning.

“It’s just-” Steve groans out a laugh as he pulls into the parking lot. “I just know I’m gonna be the one on sale when we tell the rest about this and they start with the jokes about you going out Black Friday shopping and coming back with a boyfriend.”

Eddie loves that Steve’s already thinking that far ahead. They haven’t even gotten out of the car yet and Steve already has them as boyfriends telling and getting ribbed by their friends. Well, he can at least save Steve from being the butt of something that’s not a joke.

“Don’t worry, Steve. I know exactly what to do!”

-

When Steve and Eddie finally get back later that day, car full of bags ready to be smuggled past the pile of kids in the living room, Eddie bursts through the front door holding a sign he pilfered from the front of a store’s display.

“Guess who’s Buy One Get One now!”

~fin~

[your-local-people-eater]

⭐✨💫Alter Intro Masterpost💫✨⭐

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Jimmy 📗🌿

Curly 💥🍂

Anya 🫧🫐

Daisuke 🌺🌸

Swansea 🦢🪓

Captain 🩹🥩

Dust 🧣

Cross ⚔️

Horror 🪓☠️

Killer 🔪🎯

Logic 💾⚡

Crescent 🌃🌘

Sin 🌌🌑

Red 🧨🏮

Blue 📘🩵

Sci 🧪🦠

Violet 🪩🪻

Dream 💛🌟

Puzzle 🌟🧩

Reaper 🐦‍⬛🪦

Geno 🩸🗡️

Ink 🎨🖌️

Fresh 🕶️🪂

Reggie 🌊🦈

Adelaide 🌷🌼

June ☀️🪲

Ryan 🐕🕶️

McCoy 🛟🛹

Poseidon 🔱🌊

Hermes 👡🪽

Odysseus ⚓📜

Qibli 🌵🐪

Stellan ❄️🌨️

Icicle 🧊🗡️

Simon 📯🧭

Unknown 👾🪓

[scarlet97531]

🌺 - Tsukasa getting to know the gang

Also a picture of me! Wow! Looks like I might stick around longer than I originally thought so I’m not gonna bother with the anon shit anymore. My name is Ghostly, my source’s creator is Whiteartblood. Nice to meet you :)

We’ve been using our innerworld a lot more lately and it’s actually pretty nice, it’s a lot easier to have more people around at a time in the innerworld than in co con.

We’re not really sure what’s going on with Tsukasa, he’s just kind of moping in the cafe… hopefully he’ll decide what he wants to do soon lol

[etelvvv08]

The Diamond dust and the Knight of the roses 🩷🌹🌨️

[softstarsabove]

i hope you do not mind a little delivery 💌 of a wintertime sunrey moodboard that your answer to the ask i sent last week had inspired me to make for you! :3 i’m trailing you two around and sprinkling sugarplum fairy dust over you to bless you both with the sweetest‚ most magical winter yet! ☃️🌨️🌟🗝️

OH MY GOAH

GOSH*

THIS IS- UWAH 🥹🤩 I DON'T HAVE WORDS OMG WHAT THE HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO AMAZING WOAHH

Ohhhhh I love this so so so much THANK YOU COCO 🫂🫂🫂

[self-aware-au-blog]

˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ ✧ Inazuma Eleven ✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Raimon/Inazuma Japan

#Sunshine Caption ✋☀️⚽

╰► Endou Mamoru

#Flame Striker 💥🔥

╰► Gouenji Shuuya

#Strategist ⚽🔎

╰►Kidou Yuto

#Wind Defender 🌪️🌀

╰►Kazemaru Ichirouta

#Snow Striker ❄️🌨️

╰►Fubuki Shirou

#Galaxy Striker🌌⚽

╰►Kiyama Hiroto

#Almach Star🟢🌠

╰► Midorikawa Ryuji

#Water Dragon🌊🐲

╰► Someoka Ryuugo

#Red Pengu🔴🐧

╰►Sakuma Jirou

#Maxium Circus🃏🎪

╰►Fudou Akio

#Surfing Defender🏄⚽

╰►Tsunami Jousuke

#Raimon/IJ Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Domon, Ichinose, Megane, etc.

Teikoku Gakuen

#Panther🐆

╰►Genda Koujirou

#Teikoku Teamates

╰► Others, e.g. Narukami, Doumen, Sakiyama, etc.

Zeus👼🪽

#Angelic Striker 🪽

╰►Afuro Terumi/Aphrodi

#Zeus teamates

╰► Others, e.g. Hera, Atena, Demete, Hepai, etc.

Aliea Gakuen👽🌌

Gemini Storm♊🌪️

#GS Teamates

╰► Others, e.g. Omotsuki, Nanakaze, etc.

Epsilon🌟

#Wormhole Caption🌌🕳️

╰►Saginuma Osamu

#Epsilon Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Segata, Mutou, Sumeragi, etc.

Prominence☀️🔥

#Sun Star

╰► Nagumo Haruya☀️💥

#Prominence teammates

╰►Others, e.g. Nepper, Bomba, Rean, etc.

Diamond Dust💎☄️

#Neptune Star ♆⭐

╰►Suzuno Fuusuke

#DD Teamates

╰► Others, e.g. Kurione, Kurakake, Toba, etc.

The Genesis🌌

Space Pengu

╰►Yamagi Reina🌌🐧

#Genesis Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Nemuro, Izuno, etc.

Orpheus

#White Meteor���🌠

╰►Fidio Aldena

#Orpheus Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Nakata, Angelo, Marco, etc.

Unicorn

#Fenrir🐺

╰►Mark Kruger

#Mr Goal⚽

╰►Dylan Keith

#Unicorn Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Sean, Rob, Tony, etc.

Knights of Queen

#Excalibur⚔️

╰►Edgar Valentinas

#KOQ Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Eric, Paul, Martin, etc.

Little Gigant

#God Hand X ✋❌

╰►Rococo Ulpa

#LG Teamates

╰►Others, e.g. Windy, Shinti, Maxi, etc.

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[borderline-culture-is]

bpd culture is eternal blue (the song, not the album) by spiritbox

"it's not that you opened my heart

folding like a reptile, colder in the light

it's not that the agony starts

to pull me like a riptide, frozen in time

it's one by one, cut the circulation

as the dust settles for you

flood in the cut will run, an eternal blue sun

to illuminate old wounds

i wish my blood would slow down"

//

"and what's left of me, a cavity?

at least the space is mine

it's where you left me to die

i wish my blood would slow down

you can make my blood rush

slow down"

//

"it's taught that consuming their hearts

will soothe you like a brush fire, consuming on the incline

not that the sediment starts

to hold me like a sapphire, frozen in time

it's one by one, cut the circulation

as the dust settles for you

blood in my eyes will run, an eternal blue sun

to illuminate old wounds

i wish my blood would slow down"

//

-🌌🌨️💜

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