#hug post-HW

[nell0-0]

Mask will let the captain have this. Just this once. It wasn't just once.

Poor Mask kept falling to the ground. Luckily for him, either the captain or Tune are there to catch him

A continuation of THIS

Fun fact I didn't know until I started researching for this: apparently when someone looses an eye, it's possible that the other eye adapts. This is not good in the beginning as the remaining eye stops working for a while (???!). While long term it's not as noticeable (just less field of vision and some problems with depth perception sometimes) it's, uh... interesting :,D

Correct me if I'm wrong about this tho. I did my research, but sometimes there's misinformation out there so don't trust it 100% without checking it first.

[deuxide]

They are so hopeless 🇷🇺🇺🇲

[yuansie]

(2) even when there was rain, sunshine came

pairing. caleb x fem! childhood friend! non mc! reader (x childhood bsf! zayne)

synopsis. caleb planted a seed in your heart when you were both young, nurturing it without meaning to until it sprouted and blossomed. it shouldn't have grown this much, not when you knew you could never have him.

genres/aus. angst, fluff, f2l, unrequited love, childhood f2l

warnings. slight ooc caleb (i have not read homecoming or wtv that chapter is called BC my laptop died on me. but maybe ill get to it today since i got it on my bros pc HELP), NOT canon compliant oops (no higher being placing a curse on zayne, no experimentation done on mc and caleb bc josephine is a good person this time BYEEEE), mentions/descriptions of crying, a kiss YUCK, caleb himself is a warning tbh. if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

rating. sfw but make it lowk very angsty but fluffy ish at the same time.

wc. 4 k

a/n. not proof read, we die like redacted i mean what who said that. posts this rn bc i dont want to wait till midnight to post haha #lolsies also, i feel like the mood just progressively gets worse for yn 😭 like i give yn brief happiness and then BAM im like her opp, someone needs to take me out bc why am i doing this to her 💔 sorry yn i swear i love you 💔 happy early update bc im going to be busy w hw this weekend ❤️‍🔥

winter blues seep into your skin when you’re thirteen and alone during your winter break.

mc, caleb, and granny josephine went on a vacation outside linkon city, your mom has been working night shifts at the hospital as of late, your dad is in skyhaven, and zayne won’t be coming back this break.

in fact, he hasn’t once visited during his breaks from school since he started college.

you sit at the living room’s window, watching outside the glass as white specks fall from the sky.

snow.

despite being inside the comfort of your home, shielded from the biting cold of winter, you feel like your whole body is frozen over.

it’s so cold.

and caleb isn’t there to keep you warm.

a soft chime comes from your phone that sits on the empty space of the large couch you’re on. the phone was a gift from your dad after you told him that you’d like to talk to him and zayne more often. the screen turns on, and you stare at the notification.

zayne li: Hello.

the screen dims for a second before brightening again.

zayne li: I would like to say something.

there’s a knock on the door.

you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the device. you’re getting ready to type a response when another knock is heard, then another one.

and another one.

and another one.

with a sigh, you place it back down and head towards the front door. you don't even bother to check through the peephole beforehand and just open it.

“you’re here.” you gape at the older boy standing on your porch. zayne is taller now, his hair the slightest bit longer, his features a little sharper, but his hazel gaze is still warm and gentle. he stands in front of you, a suitcase to his left, and he wears a scarf around his neck along with a black trench coat.

the corners of his lips are curved upwards into a small smile. “i’m here.”

you want to hug him, but instead you open the door wider. he walks in and his body acts like clockwork whenever he’s over: he takes off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, he hangs his coat if he has one with him at the moment, he takes a step forwards and turns around, always looking back at you to follow.

you fling yourself at him, and he catches you with ease. the tension you held melts away with his touch. your feet are in the air as he holds you tightly, and it makes you laugh. he was always taller than you, but not this tall. zayne’s cheek is next to yours, and you’re suddenly aware that despite standing outside in the biting cold, he’s actually quite…

“you’re—”

“warm.” you mumble, nuzzling closer to his neck.

zayne hums. “so are you.” you feel his smile.

like always—before he left—you take him to your room where you both end up talking and talking until the sky is dark, both of you on your bed.

“zayne, you still haven't made any friends?”

zayne looks away from you. “have you made any friends?”

you stay silent, and he continues with a quick glance at you. “he’s still distant?”

“yes…”

caleb’s been distant ever since the start of eighth grade.

you no longer study for tests with him because she needs help, and it's not like you need to study anyways because you’re so smart. while there is truth in his words, you always study with him because you like being with him.

you’re alone at lunch because he wants to keep her company—not that she needs it since she already has a group of friends.

honestly, you saw this coming from a mile away. the perfect excuse came in the shape and form of mc. you knew he regretted it, knew that he would act like nothing happened while slowly distancing himself from you.

it was the only solution he had after what happened that night.

in the beginning of june, you come to realize that there’s been a weird tension since you gifted each other the necklace. you don't know how you didn’t notice it sooner: the way he hovers closer to you, how his hands ghost your skin when he brushes against you, how his eyes linger on you for a beat longer than usual.

he titters over the fine line that is your friendship, crossing it for a second before retreating back.

you tried, you really did try, but he makes it so easy; it’s so easy to love him.

“what’s the occasion?”

you glance to the side and find caleb peering over your shoulder with ease, the silver chain of his necklace glimmering as it dangles against your shoulder, his eyes staring at the steam wafting into the air from the apple pie, his gaze flickering over to you. his lips curl upwards, his boyish smile making you tense slightly before relaxing. you focus on the pie. “just wanted to bake one.”

“*just ‘*cause you wanted to?” his tone has a teasing lilt, but you know that underneath it lies curiosity and skepticism. he doesn’t believe you. there must be a reason because why else would you bake a pie so late? why would you invite him over in the evening and ask him to stay?

so you tell him half the truth. “i haven’t baked one in a while,” you mummer, “and…”

“and?”

you love him. you love his stupid smile and the stupid freckles on his skin.

you take a quick look at him. the yellow light above the stove casts shadows over his face from his hair as he looks down at you. he’s grown too tall and now you stand right at his shoulders, his shoulders have gotten wider. his features from his childhood are starting to grow sharper. he’s no longer the eight-year-old boy with big, round eyes; he’s a soon to be fourteen-year-old with a sharp gaze.

dang it.

you love caleb. you love caleb’s stupid laugh and his stupid personality.

you slowly breathe in. “i’m leaving tomorrow noon, so… i wanted to be the first.”

he hums. “the first to what?”

“to wish you a happy birthday.”

at this, he snorts. “my birthday is tomorrow.”

“actually,” you point at the digital clock of the stove, the green numbers reading midnight. “it’s right now.”

he remains silent as you open a drawer, fishing out a lone candle and a lighter. carefully placing the candle onto the pie, you light it and turn around, forcing caleb to take a few steps back. he blinks once and then twice, staring a the burning candle. his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, barely noticeable to the naked eye had you not been so close to him. and his eyes, a light shade of amethyst, have golden specks in them that flicker.

“happy birthday to you.” you quietly sing, a smile present on your lips. you watch as his gaze snaps to you, how he stares intently at you. “happy birthday, dear cal, happy birthday to you…” you pause before quietly adding, “make a wish.”

caleb doesn’t say anything. he looks at you for a beat longer before lowering his head and closing his eyes, pursing his lips and then blowing out the candle. he stays like that, with his eyes closed, for a few seconds. then, his eyes slowly flutter open, staring at you immediately. heat blossoms on your neck and crawls up to your cheeks. you abruptly turn and place the pie down on the counter, fumbling around in search of a knife.

“what did you wish for?” you laugh nervously, your heart skipping a beat because you can still feel his gaze on you.

he doesn’t say anything.

“cal?” you turn around, your breath hitching in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. your heart hammers inside your chest. no, it isn’t from the close proximity, it’s from his eyes. they stare at you with an intensity you have never seen directed at you.

only at her.

his pupils are dilated, his amethyst gaze flickering down before going back to your eyes. “i wished for something only you,” he pauses, licking his lips, “can grant.”

“and what would that be?” your voice is barely above that of a whisper. you tremble as he gets closer, and your back meets the rough edges of the counter. your hands grab onto it to steady yourself, and his hands rest on your hips, strong and calm.

caleb crosses the line.

he leans in closer and closer until your noses are touching, your lips almost connecting. his eyes don’t stray again and remain on yours. “do you trust me?”

“of course, i do.” you breathe out. “more than anyone.”

“then… please grant me my wish.”

and he closes his eyes, the sliver of space separating each other no longer doing so. his lips are on yours, and your eyes are shut tight. it’s brief, the kiss, and caleb pulls back. his breathing comes out heavy and unsteady before he’s diving back in, the next kiss now intense and burning.

he hums. “you’re shivering… am i making you nervous?”

of course he is.

you love him.

the words are right at the tip of your tongue.

“…screw you.” you huff, feeling embarrassed.

you love him.

caleb pulls away just the slightest bit, the corner of his lip lifting into a lazy grin. “maybe in the future, yeah.”

maybe…

“caleb xia!” you hiss, releasing a hand from its tight grip on the counter to smack his arm. “what is wrong with you?”

“a lot of things,” he sighs, resting his forehead on your own. “but you know how to deal with that.”

maybe he loves you, too. maybe he loved you all along.

“shut up.”

his grin is now soft against your lips. “whatever you say, pipsqueak.”

you freeze.

pipsqueak.

and just like that his touch is gone and he’s already a good distance away from you, almost as if you burnt him. tears prickle at your eyes, and they want to fall down your cheek. you will yourself to not cry, to not let him ever have the right to see you cry. he only stares at you with horror swimming in his purple irises.

caleb fucking xia was thinking about her while kissing you.

pipsqueak.

pipsqueak.

her.

her.

HER.

it's always her.

never you.

the warmth he showed you was never truly for you. was he projecting his desires on you all this time? in his mind, was he seeing her in you?

dang it.

how could you do this to yourself? how could you forget?

he will never be yours.

“i—”

“this never happened,” you say, harshly wiping away the stray tear that managed to fall. your voice is wobbly, but you try to remain calm as you twist around and stare down at the stupid apple pie.

“y/n—”

you hate him.

you hate him.

you hate yourself.

“it’s late,” you mumble. “i have to wake up early for my trip to verona… you should go now.”

you know that caleb has been distant since then, feigning that everything is alright in front of mc when you returned a week before the start of the new school year.

now look at where you are.

the necklace that hangs around your neck is heavy and cold to the touch.

“what’s that?”

“hm?” you look down at what he’s eyeing. “oh. cal gave this to me.” you lift it with a finger.

“…caleb gave that to you?” he asks.

“uh-huh.”

he pinches his brows together. “you wear that despite how he’s acting towards you?”

you shrug, though you don't look at him. “he still—”

cares? he still what? what are you trying to say? who are you even trying to fool: zayne or yourself?

zayne says your name, his voice low. “you put far more effort into this friendship than he does. it should be the same.”

you tense up. zayne is right; you put too much effort into a friendship that won't last much longer, the fire that once burned so brightly in the beginning now dying. it’s only a matter of time before embers are all that is left.

but caleb is the sun to you, and you’re like the moon. so close yet so far, forced to only see and feel it for a brief amount of time. has your time run out with the sun? are you going back to the shadow of the earth?

and to caleb, she is like the sun. he is mercury, the closest planet to it. a planet that yearns to get closer to her even when he is right there, willing to be consumed by the sun’s fire.

“have you thought about what the principal said?”

before the winter break started, the principal of your school asked you if you’d like to skip grades. much like zayne, you were far smarter than the kids in school. according to the principal, you could graduate early like your best friend.

the front door bell rings, echoing in the silent house. you get off the bed, mumbling, “i’ll be right back.”

you head down the stairs and open the door, blinking in surprise at the girl.

“we’re back!” she grins, and holds a bag in her hands up to her eyes. “i come bearing gifts!"

“you must be freezing,” you step to the side and let her in as she laughs.

“i am! it’s pretty cold outside.” the girl slips a glove off one of her hands, pressing it against your cheek. she giggles when you flinch at her cold skin.

weird. zayne was so warm even after standing outside for who knows how long before you let him in.

she takes a step inside and slightly bounces on her feet. “i won’t take long! gran is almost done with dinner.” she quickly takes off her other glove.

“did you just come back?” you ask, closing the door.

“an hour ago!” the girl says. “i wanted to play in the park first since it's snowing, you know! caleb got too tired afterwards so he went back inside to take a nap.”

“oh.”

she doesn't seem to notice the disappointment in your voice, instead opening the bag. she takes out a box, a snow globe inside. the crystal ball holds a close replica to the night sky, and when you shake it, white specks fly. “i had it custom made! i remember that you said you liked winter and the sky when it’s nighttime because the deepspace tunnel isn't noticeable.”

“you remember?”

“of course, i do! you know, i asked caleb for advice on what to get you. he said something small would be fine, but i wanted to make it really special for you. for you two being best friends and all, he has terrible memory when it comes to what you like!” she huffs through her nose, shaking her head. “he was so surprised when i decided on a snow globe and told the old man how i’d like it to look.”

he forgot about what you like while you remember every single little detail about him. of course, he doesn't remember.

you aren't her.

“there’s a little switch at the bottom that lights the bottom up. i asked the old man if he could make the base like one of those nightlights that cast different shapes on the walls, and…” with a pause, she grabs your hands and continues, “i really hope you like it.”

you put the snow globe gently down on the nearest surface, and take hold of the girl’s hands, squeezing them. “i love it. thank you so much, mc.”

she lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing your hands back. “i’m so glad! really, i’m so happy you like it. i wanted to show you my gratitude for not treating me differently since the incident.”

“anyone could tell that you didn't like being treated like you were a frail flower.”

“caleb didn’t.”

you’re about to say something when a glint catches your eye. you look down and see a silver chain around her neck. “what’s that?” you ask.

the girl beams and takes out a necklace that was neatly tucked inside her shirt.

your heart sinks to the floor and shatters.

“isn’t it cute?” she holds the chain out, a small, silver sun hanging from it. the purple gem in the middle glimmers in the lighting of the living room. “i found this hidden in caleb’s things and he gave it to me, said he was planning on giving it to me because he said i’m like the sun.”

you’re a blind fool.

you were so blind to that fact that you’re a moth and caleb’s a flame. you got too close to the fire and now you’re left in pain.

the worse part is that you knew—you knew, and yet you still decided to get close, to delude yourself into believing that there was more to what meets the eye.

you actually accept the truth you didn’t want to: caleb can never and will never be yours.

it’s time for the sun to set in your sky.

you never imagined to experience your first and last winter break of high school when you’re fourteen. you always imagined that you’d be eighteen alongside caleb, that you’d graduate together after four years of rivalry for the valedictorian spot of your graduating class. you thought that you’d get to see him tryout for the basketball team and watch him make it, that you’d cheer him on during his games and even go to the ones at different schools. maybe you’d find a sport that you liked and try out for the team, and caleb would be there every step of the way because you know he’d say something stupid along the lines of him claiming to be your hype man. on exam weeks, you imagined that he’d somehow find a way for you to help him study and then you’d barely review a single thing because caleb would drag you to the park to hangout instead. you thought that you’d see each other apply to the academy and watch each other getting in.

your first and last year of high school couldn’t have been more different.

your goals are to reach the sky, to move to skyhaven and attend the aerospace academy, to get into the DAA afterwards and work alongside your dad in his fleet. you and caleb used to walk on the same path, yet now you walk it alone. you study alone, you work alone, you persevere alone.

caleb doesn't.

he studies with friends because she tells you about it whenever she texts you, or sometimes you happen to pass by the library and see him inside with a group of people. he works with friends, and you see it firsthand when you hurry past the gym and happen to catch a glimpse of him and group of people together. he perseveres with friends because she tells you about how caleb is always doing a group project with his classmates.

he isn’t alone.

even now during winter, you see him head out almost everyday. she tells you that sometimes it's because he’s hanging out with friends, other times he tells her it's a secret. if it's a secret, then he's probably planning a surprise for her.

and you’re proven right when you decide to scroll down the moments page, your finger hovering over a picture she had uploaded. it’s slightly blurry, but you can tell that she holds a necklace to the camera with a bright grin, caleb’s lips matching hers from behind. the caption read: caleb got me a necklace for my birthday! and it’s a pretty thing—the chain is a vibrant gold, a beautiful charm in the form of a sun hanging from it with a pink gem at the venter. it is pretty, unlike the necklace he had gifted you. the silver chain has lost its color, now sporting random splotches of bronze, and the beads have scratches on them, the color chipping off little by little.

it is a replacement; or rather, it is meant to finally get rid of the one you gifted him that he gave to her. maybe he thought it was a bothersome stain that he desperately wanted to get rid of, to finally be free of his last attachment to you.

you click on caleb’s profile and block him.

you need to uproot the already grown plant in your heart, you need to yank it and toss it out.

“earth to little star~”

little star, a nickname your dad gave you shortly after you were born. you asked him why he calls you that one time, and he told you that it’s because you likes to think you’re one of the stars he sees in the sky when he’s far from home.

you look up to find your dad standing over you, smiling.

“you were so focused you didn’t even hear me knock on your door,” he says, sitting down next to you on your bed. “what's troubling you?” his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile. “are you sulking because zayne hasn't texted you yet?”

and just like that, caleb no longer haunts your mind—the sadness, however, clings to you. that won't leave.

you purse your lips and huff. “i do not sulk while i wait for him to respond to my texts.”

you want to tell your dad that you sulk because you prefer talking to zayne in person. you miss seeing him in front of you. but you won't tell him; you know that he’ll tease you and then tell your mom and then she’ll tell zayne’s mom and then zayne will know.

your dad cocks an eyebrow at you. “are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“uh-huh,” he slowly says, “whatever you say then.”

you fall backwards onto your bed and squint your eyes at the older man. your dad doesn’t have his uniform on; instead, he wears his pjs. it makes you realize that you almost never see him this… free. he doesn’t wear what ties him down to the fleet. and yet… something is plaguing his mind, weighing down on his shoulders so that it slumps.

“something on your mind?” you ask.

he slowly smiles, his middle and index finger pinching your nose softly. “what would you say if i decided to retire from the fleet?”

you shoot up, eyes wide. “what?”

your dad sighs, his smile still there. “well, i’ve been thinking a lot. my little star is fourteen and she’s set to graduate this may. you’re growing up so fast, and i haven’t been there. shouldn’t it be time that i stay home to watch you keep growing?”

“…is that what you want?” you finally say. you tilt your head to the side and eye your dad, gauging his expression.

he looks content.

“yeah,” he breathes out, slow and steady. “that’s what i want.”

your dad’s shoulders are relaxed, and you think that like him, you’d like to watch him grow older with your mom.

it’s a shame that doesn't happen.

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[yourlocalcringekid]

YES YES YES YES GRRR YAY

AU where everything it's the same but "Gilbert"/"Prussia" takes the GDR representation without any previous memories--similar to what's likely the situation of HRE -> Germany, except adult to adult.

Inevitably, his personality it's not the same as before: he is not the same person anymore. At first most fellow nation-people keep calling him "Gilbert" out of habit, but he has a new human name (perhaps woke up knowing it, or choose it after a while), becoming more and more frustrated with them: "I am not him! Sorry but he'll not come back!"

...A sad AU or Divergence for everyone involved overall :)

[hygienic-soap-dispenser]

HWS Nordics and Love Languages

Long post ahead 🗣️‼️ Headcanons under the cut <3

Denmark Giving: Physical Touch Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Den has always loved being around others and the touch of a loved one is like confirmation and assurance of their love and closeness. He is also someone who needs a lot of external stimulation, so I feel that touch and words of affirmation work with him to externalize his chaotic inner world into external action, almost like a grounding confirmation of love and affection.

I think he appreciates compliments because, despite his fun-loving nature, he can get self-conscious about his capabilities or how he’s perceived. He wants to be fun and lift people’s spirits, but he’s secretly afraid of seeming incompetent or annoying.

Bonus: I keep thinking about Den holding and carrying the younger Nordics in his arms when they were little, aww. I feel that because of this, he just loves holding onto his loved ones as an assurance and comfort that “I am here, I got you”, even if it’s just a hug, an arm around their shoulder, or holding onto the small of his partner’s back.

Sweden Giving: Acts of Service, Quality Time Receiving: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation

Swe is not someone who is very verbal or charismatic or good with expressing his feelings, so I feel that he tries to externalize his thoughts into actions through kind gestures, favours, or something as simple as cleaning up for someone or doing chores for someone he cares for. He also just loves simply being around those he cares about, just chilling and doing their own things in silence, whether that’s relaxing by the lake or reading books in silence (parallel play king).

Despite this, I also feel that because Swe is such a hopeless romantic, he’s a sucker for compliments, poetry, and serenades. Basically, words to express one’s utter devotion and love for the man, how romantic!

Bonus: Swe is not good with giving gifts. Believe me, he tried. But gift-giving is just not his strong suit.

Norway Giving: Gifts, Physical Touch Receiving: Gifts, Acts of Service

Nor is someone who grew up generally poor and without consideration for his needs or wants. Because of this, I feel that he would be quite frugal and hoard wealth to compensate for what he lacked in the past. Additionally, because he was unconsidered and because of Nor’s generally cold and mysterious personality, he has a hard time expressing his feelings to others. He gives his loved ones gifts and trinkets to show that he considers them and wants to share the joy of having things because he didn’t. He spoils his nephews rotten and buys them expensive drinks, food, and toys when they’re out together.

With romantic partners, he also expresses himself a lot through physical touch since it’s easier for him to be vulnerable physically than emotionally. After all, it’s just the human body, and he’s doing something natural; it’s no big deal to him. But he’s not ready to bare open his soul for others: it’s hidden deep within, and he would need to use words to do that (scary).

I also think he would enjoy getting gifts and acts of service just because it feels nice to him to know that someone thinks about and considers him enough to take his wishes into account to get him something that specifically he would want and would make his life easier, without taking any of his autonomy away.

Finland Giving: Quality Time, Acts of Service Receiving: Quality Time, Acts of Service

Fin is not good at being vulnerable or open with other people, despite him wanting to be. Growing up, I see Fin as spending much of his childhood working and putting his own needs aside for other people, only for them to dismiss and undervalue him. He desperately wanted to be seen, valued, and prioritized, to no avail. As a result, what he wants is a person who truly SEES him and values what he does.

He is a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, so he values someone who actively chooses him, notices him for who he is, and is willing to put in the work to prove it. He will put in the work for those he cares about and he will expect them to do the same.

Bonus: I feel that despite him overlooking words via his Finnish humility and awkwardness, he still appreciates kind words from others about him. It’s almost like a reminder that he made a good impression, is valued, and exists to others. Even if he has no idea how to handle compliments and always deflects them.

Iceland Giving: Quality Time, Gifts Receiving: Quality Time, Gifts

Ice has often been alone growing up and left to his own devices, so I feel that he really values someone who takes time out of their day to spend it with him and put him first. Even something as simple as being in each other’s presence can be enough to make his day.

He really values giving and receiving gifts since it shows that he is thinking about other people enough to take the time and get them something meaningful, and getting gifts reminds him that other people did the same for him. I feel like he would be the type to find cool rocks and bring it to his friends like: “hey look, I found this cool rock for you!”

Bonus: He uses this as a friendship test. If you’re not happy about cool rocks then you’re not his friend.

[r0tten-hav3n]

Umm just wanted to do a quick drawing to post

Freedom where r u??

Hugging my Wanderer plush as I work on hw (I really need to sleep tho I almost fell asleep 4 times in class today 💀😭)

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[sunrise-imagines]

I love your finn x reader farm world stories you've been writing. They are so good I can't stop reading them, I don't know how to ask this, And I don't know if you're still taking requests but can you write Farm World finn x reader Where the reader is from Ooo, but she looks exactly like farmworld finn' s wife And how would he react. I'm sorry if that's messed up, I like pain.

Ohhhh boy this one will be heartbreaking. Thanks for requesting! Reader uses she/her pronouns in this one

This is an AU in which Reader’s farmworld self replaces Huntress Wizard, love you HW

TW: Angst, mention of illness, mentions of death, hurt and a little comfort,

Farmworld Finn x Reader who’s his wife’s counterpart

• You had agreed to go with Fionna, Cake and Simon to find another crown and make their world magical again.

• After a close run-in with the scarab, you find yourselves in a post apocalyptic city.

• People all around you were giving you surpised looks, which only made you even more uncomfortable in this already hostile environment.

•When Jay first sees you all in the city, he can’t believe his eyes. He’s had this happen before, sometimes seeing someone with a similar hair color to his mother, only to have to remind himself that she’s gone.

•But when you turn around and he sees your face, there’s no mistaking it. It’s you. He doesn’t know how or why, but you’re here again! Tears flow down his cheeks as he struggles to keep quiet and out of sight.

•Once the Destiny gang are gone, Jay looks at you in awe before hurling himself into your arms and hugging you so hard you almost fall over.

• The three of you have to try and explain to him that, although you look like his mother, you’re not actually her, and slowly his smile starts to fade as the realization sets in.

•He agrees to take you to his dad, but is really worried about he will react.

• The five of you make your way to the small farm, where Finn is busying himself chopping logs. He wipes his brow, turning around to scold Jay for staying in the city so long. But then he sees you.

• No. This isn’t real. This is just another one of his dreams. That’s what this is. It’s just a dream. None of this is real. Any moment now he’s going to wake up, shaking in a cold sweat like he has every night for the last 3 years.

• But then you reach out and touch his arm, and he feels the warmth of your hand on his skin. You’re real. You smile awkwardly, a little unsure of what to say, “It’s Finn, right? It’s nice to meet you.”

• For the first time in years, he sheds a tear, and you instinctively you bring your hand to his cheek and wipe it away with your thumb. He brings his hand up to hold yours, feeling your soft hands against his calloused ones.

• “Who are you?” He asks, his voice shaking as if you might dissapear at any moment.

• “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m from another universe, and my friends and I need your help.”

• You try to explain yourselves to him, the fact that there are multiple universes, that you came to save Fionna and Cake’s, and that there is even an alternate version of himself. You decide to gloss over bringing up your own counterpart, having pieced together from Jay’s sadness that her fate was likely an unpleasant subject.

• He brings you all inside, and instantly the kids are all over you, crying and none of you have the heart to tell them the truth, so you play along. None of them care if it didn’t make sense, they were just happy to have their mom back.

• After a tense dinner and discussion about the crown, all of you are made to sleep in the hayloft. But after Fionna and the others have fallen asleep, you sneak out back to the house.

• You find Finn sitting in front of the fireplace, watching the flames as Jake lays next to him. You hesitate, debating just leaving and going to sleep, but his voice breaks the silence first.

• “I know you’re there, leave me be.” He mutters, not looking away from the flickering light. But you don’t leave, instead taking a seat next to him. Jake pads up to you and sits in your lap.

• You stay like that for awhile, the tension so thick you could cut through it, but after a little while you steel yourself and in a soft voice finally ask the question that’s been eating at your mind, “What was she like?”

• He sighs, a deep and tired breath that he’s clearly been holding in for far too long.

• Finn tells you everything, how the two of them met not long after the crown was destroyed, how she was the only one who accepting him despite his past as the Snowman. How the two fell in love, her kindness slowly melting the icy walls around his heart. How they built this house together, and not long after moving in their first son was born. How eventually their tiny family kept growing, only getting happier with each new addition. How a couple years after Bonnie was born, she started to developed a cough, and at the time she brushed it off as nothing a little rest couldn’t fix. But she kept getting worse, eventually becoming bedridden and barely able to move. How the doctors pulled him aside and told him that her prognosis wasn’t good, and while he tried to hide it from her, she already knew her time was coming. How the kids would bring her flowers and help feed her, and how she kept smiling and laughing no matter how bad the pain got. Then one day, she took his hand in hers, telling him how much she loved him and their family, and how grateful she was to have been able to be with him, if only for a little while. And then she was gone, and his world changed forever.

• After he’s done, you’re left speechless. There’s nothing you can do or say to take away the pain he’s feeling, and your presence is no doubt exacerbating it. You feel tears well up and you try to think of what you can do.

• In the end, you just put your head on his shoulder, speaking so quietly it’s almost a whisper, “I’m sorry I’m not her.”

[mirensiart]

(Pain sharing au) When Warriors has a nightmare or trauma from Cia, does he try to avoid talking about it or does he slightly say something about it but not the full details of it at first? I can see Time being the one his open up to about it first when he does.

Ooof

Ok so, I hc that wars isn't very open about that particular trauma, but when he does open up it's usually time he goes to! Like not only was time there during the war of eras and like knows cia, but he's also an adult

Like wind also knows cia and was there in the war (I like to hc time+wars+wind are all post hw in lu) but like, he is A KID! Wars isn't going to talk to him about that, doesn't matter if wind is one of the more emotionally mature ones, that's his baby bro

I do like the idea that wars trusts time+wind waaay more than the others at first and is weary of the chain at the beginning and like thanks to this he seeks those two out when he's Going Through It

He talks/opens up about cia/war nightmares with time (he is a very good listener even if his hugs are a lil awkward and stiff) meanwhile if times isn't around he seeks wind out and hugs it out with the kid, who has no idea why he's like that but knows it's a difficult topic so he just offers emotional support via being a good bro and cuddle buddy

For the others though I can see him slowly giving up more details as time goes on, after all the curse prevents him from really hiding it as he did before, but he's very cautious about the info he gives

[yasuosexual]

hello! i may have been binging your posts they're so good-- i was wondering if you could write how the elezen men and thancred would react to finding out the wol is pregnant?

anon you have read my mind! 😳 this was next on my list to post!!! i had another request about naming the baby after them, so that is coming next!

warnings: pregnancy, established relationship, HW spoilers, SHWB spoilers (is that even the shadowbringers acronym…)

THANCRED:

- when you tell him, he is shocked at first— this definitely wasn’t planned. it doesn’t take him long to be overwhelmed with joy, though.

- brings you into a tight hug, but releases his grip as soon as he remembers that his child is inside of you. he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt either of his babies!

- “i’m going to be a dad!” sir you already are

- the first person he tells is ryne, who is elated to hear of the news. the rest of the scions are just as happy to hear that a new baby scion will be joining the league!

- the happiest of all, though, is thancred. he is over the moon with the idea that he will get to have a miniature version of himself. he kisses your tummy every single night and makes sure to talk to his baby. he loves to tell people that his child will be handsome like his father, but inside he hopes it looks just like you.

AYMERIC:

- with all that life has brought for aymeric, a bit of joy was in order. and he was filled to the brim with joy when you told him you were pregnant.

- you hadn’t seen his eyes shine with such intensity since the day you got married. his hands instantly wrapped around your sides as he looked you up and down. you noticed tears forming at the corners of his eyes which you promptly wiped.

- the two of you shared an emotional hug. both crying, for the same yet different reasons. you were both delighted with the thought of becoming parents, but aymeric had more on his mind than that.

- it didn’t matter that his child was yet to be born— aymeric made a promise to himself to always love his child for whoever they are and whoever they want to be. his child would forever be of house de borel. no shame, no guilt, no nothing, because his child is loved, and will forever be loved. and this day, aymeric swore to be the father he never had, and to protect his child no matter what comes his way.

HAURCHEFANT:

- he cried when you told him he was going to be a dad. salty tears of joy streamed down his face as he picked you up into his arms, very careful around your abdomen.

- haurchefant was overjoyed to become a father! he couldn’t wait to welcome the littlest knight of ishgard to his family.

- he didn’t take much time to relish in the thought— he ran right to house foretemps to tell his dad all about it. edmond, emmanellain, and artoriel were all excited to hear the news! emmanellain made sure to ask as many embarassing questions as possible, earning disdainful looks from his father and older brother.

- you didn’t mind the questions, though, and found it quite cute how the brothers fawned over you and their unborn nephew. despite haurchefant being his illegitimate son, edmond was happy to be given his first grandchild. and you were even more happy that your child would have the most loving family.

ESTINIEN:

- estinien is a bit puzzled at first… he coulda sworn that pull out game was strong …

- estinien is a bit puzzled at first… he is going to be a dad… he’s going to be a dad?!!

- after your words sink into his head, estinien cups your face with his hands. he’s smiling, like a complete idiot, and it’s a little scary! but you can feel the intense warmth radiating off of him.

- he pulls you into a hug and spins you around in the air. when he sets you down, he kneels to meet your abdomen. placing one of his hands on your hip and the other on your tummy, he rests his ear flat against you to listen.

- you can’t help but giggle at his gesture as it seems a bit goofy, but he’s actually obsessed with the fact that you’re going to have his child! he jokes that his child will become a great dragon-slaying warrior as he is, and you can’t help but smile and agree.

celly

aymeric’s story makes me so freaking emotional and i could write an entire book all about having a family with him like 😭 i relate to him in so many ways… comfort character moment

also i get that haurchefant’s isn’t exactly lore accurate… personally i’d like to think that if he didn’t die that the relationships between his dad and half-brothers was created/mended … one big happy family 🥺

[kyeree]

Okay y'all liked the Stormborn headcanons so here's my headcanons/don't forget to add this to the drawing list from drawing Leomunds Tiny Duck.

- There is no door, they enter through his mouth like walking into a cave with a caravan layout inside. Foster mainly lays down in this form but can get up and waddle around like Howl's moving duck castle. Fosters collar turns into like car keys! He quacks when it locks

- Post campaign when they all live together happily ever after, trust me. They travel Bahumia in the tiny duck when they're not walking.

- Make everything you can into a duck

- Basic caravan layout, end bathroom, bunk beds, compact kitchen with small table, sofa bed.

- Mostly duck themed things but a few personalised items for Dteam, frog bedding, snowflake towels.

- The sofa bed was intended for Calder but he crawled into the small bottom bunk because it looked his size and it would be rude to take the big bed from the host, Callie, he'sa guest.

-Calder either is used to sleeping in smal spaces or ends up rolling out the bunk half way through the night. Someone always wakes up to put a blanket over him

- Sol takes the top bunk. He can just jump up there and reach things in bed with his tongue rather than climb down. Probably does pull up exercises off the rail.

- Big ol' Foster plushie for Callie to hug and hold while Foster is being the hut. Umbrella stand by the entrance with umbrellas and swords

- They made a Smeg joke on the short rest. Add a SMEGG

- Fruity Pebblepots! Bc Emily said she could only eat them on Xmas or something

- Hardwon in the bath finally doing some self care after however long. Add shower cap to beard.

- Add boy wizard comic, maxim mag, Hurwitz beans

- All the accommnodations in the tiny duck are thought of/conjured by Callie for her guests when casting the spell. The bigger bed for Calder, the yarn for Sol and Jessica Simpson maxim for HW. She cannot add more things after casting the spell, so when Calder ends up taking the tiny bunk bed she cannot make it bigger.

- Shelves at the foot of the bunk beds and a window along the wall of the bunk beds. Sol had a small mushroom terrarium on his shelf, a Boy wizard comic or two, graduation pic with Albin and his current knitting project. Calder has a picture of his family, the flower, a Boy wizard comic he's borrowed from Sol trying to catch up and some ice sculptures he preserves.

-There'sa window behind the sofa bed where Callie sleeps and a small shelf. General things are kept on top and her personal things are kept in the shelves below. A few self help books, a book on how to care for ducks that aren't ducks. Ajar of paper stars she made with things written on the paper, a picture or an actual sunflower like the one she spoke to in the Feywild, her diary.

- Add some Ollies! Aka inverted Foster.

- Add liquorice!

- Sol is usually the one to cook. He's used to meal prepping for Albin. There's a tiny pull out stepping stool below the oven for him. Callie washes the dishes and Calder dries them.

- During HW's brief stay he definitely cooks them up a delicious jambalaya he's learnt from staying at the crick

- When Kenna joins the party she shared the big bed with Callie before she realised Callie can easily adjust the Tiny Duck to add more space. Now she has her own bunk above Sols. She's used to morning drills so she's one of the first awake and makes her bed perfectly, does morning exercises before assisting Sol with making breakfast. Sol usually joins Kenna in her morning routine but occasionally sleeps in longer.

- for flavour✨ the hut is actually self cleaning, Fantasia style. Callie or Foster can activate the cleaning and the little Foster items animate and begin tidying. Mugs stacking themselves, rubber duck rinsing the suds out the tub, plushie sweeping, paper towel holder mopping up spills.

- Board games! Foster chess, blue fosters vs yellow Ollies! Snake but will the serpents and one long necked Foster. Hungry Hungry Fosters.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

It Helped and That Was Enough

by black_ivyy Bruce forbids Tim and Dick to enter the cave for one night every couple of months. Tim forgets his phone in the cave on one of those nights and sneaks in to get it. When he gets there he realizes why Bruce told them to stay away. Words: 1635, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), they both get a hug, why is that not a tag, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Jason Todd's Death, no beta we die like jason, both jasons, iykyk, Grief/Mourning, I wrote this at 4am instead of doing my uni hw, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Idk how to tag yet help via https://ift.tt/whRaS1D

[derridoid]

headcanons for hws prussia because i have worms in my brain:

can't carry a tune to save his life

super clingy to anyone he's close with. i mean this physically. if you've been friends for longer than 2 hours - and especially if he's been drinking - you will be hugged

has a discord server for him and his friends where they all shitpost memes, he's the most active in it ofc

also has a twitch account that gets like maybe a dozen viewers per stream. his brother is the only truly consistent viewer. they will have conversations via twitch chat and mic despite the fact that they're in The Same House. currently he's playing baldur's gate 3

a "lapsed catholic" if you will given how Weird religion is for him. still goes to mass on important holidays/in times when he feels he needs guidance, but he hasn't taken communion in a few centuries bc he hasn't gone to confession (sunken cost fallacy -> "i can't remember all the sins i've committed and there's usually a line at the confessional, i don't wanna hold people up").

frequent user of snapchat. uses filters to the point of everyone's annoyance. has a snap streak going with vene/italy that's going on just about a decade now

is NOT allowed on tiktok for any reason. gilbird has a tiktok that's growing in popularity though - because "it's not [prussia] running the account it's gilbird. he tells [him] what to post because [he] has thumbs"

has gotten into crocheting in recent years! specifically amigurumi. he takes requests from the other nations, if they provide him a pattern, with china being the most frequent requester of the bunch. has an army of mini-gilbirds that he leaves as easter eggs where he goes (they have tags on them that link back to "gilbird's" tiktok)

[mosthuggableffxiv]

Huggability Propaganda Collection: The Leveilleur Twins

Propaganda about Both:

Like come on

Propaganda about Alisaie

Since Square Enix won't let me hug my daughter I must submit her to this poll. Both of the twins have been through some tough situations and managed to come out the other side in one piece. Alisaie especially had some rough things go on during Shadowbringers.

She's been carrying a crippling inferiority complex for most of her life, believing she's not good enough and no one would ever like her or rely on her like they do her brother. She got two girlfriends and both of them get killed for character development. She cries on screen more than any other character and she deserves to be comforted and told she's loved.

Propaganda about Alphinaud

He's such a sweet boy and he's been through so much. The game has robbed us by not giving us the option to hug the twins.

he's been with you the whole time he's your little brother he's MY little brother. he's tiny and also a teenager and with all the trauma he's been through he deserves so many hugs. i wanted to hug him at the beginning of HW after the trauma of post-ARR and i'm very mad that we didn't get to do so. let us hug alphinaud, square enix. he needs them. he needs so many hugs. he is so small and needs so many hugs

He's been repressing his own emotions and making himself be the dignified leader/politician, and he's utterly incapable of dealing with loss, I think a good hug from a friend would throw him off his game and reduce him to a sobbing mess within a few seconds because he has not given or received any physical affection since he left Sharlayan.

[vierandancer]

VierApril Days 7-18

Day 7: Privacy

Mei is very private. This is one of the many reasons why when she got her Blessing at the end of HW, she asked it to be kept a secret. She also didn't disclose she still worked for Troupe Falsiam upon first joining the Scions (they knew immediately ofc).

Day 8: Weakness

Mei knows her loved ones are her weakness. Hell, the only reason she left home was to keep her brother safe! Her worst nightmare is anything bad befalling him. Aside from him, she has moved her parents & wife to her Island Sanctuary to keep them safe.

Day 9: Pressure

When Meiko realized she too had been giving a Blessing of Light, she was terrified of the responsibility it burdened her with. Even sharing it with her brother didn't help. She resisted accepting that title until she ended up taking the protag role of SHB.

Day 10: Fight

Since joining the Scions, Meiko has made a habit out of practicing her dancing every day. This was more out of a desire not to let anyone down/get anyone killed, but also it's meditative for her in a way. She worked hard to be better at fighting.

Day 11: Spring

Honestly couldn't think of a HC for this. She likes flower crowns!?

Day 12: Summer

Summer is, unsurprisingly, Meiko's favorite holiday. The lass is most comfortable wearing at least one half of a bathing suit, laying on the beach, and fishing. The Moonfire Faire is her favorite Eorzean holiday!

Day 13: Autumn

Meiko sees why people like autumn, but it's likely her least favorite season because it feels too "midway" for her. Everything is mild, and it's a reminder that summer is gone and winter is coming. She doesn't complain about it, of course.

Day 14: Winter

Despite really enjoying the Summer, Mei is fond of winter in a nostalgic way. It reminds her of her time spent in Ishgard -- which, being in Coerthas as a Scion was her first taste of a TRUE winter. La Noscean winters still don't have snow!

Day 15: AU

Meiko's Non-WOL AU requires that Hiko is never recruited by the Scions. While she still worries about her brother working as a mercenary, she is not in as much a hurry to reunite with him, and remains a full-time dancer for Troupe Falsiam.

Day 16: Touch

Meiko is always mindful of consent when it comes to touching others, even casually. Any hug she gives us loose enough to let the other pull away, etc. She was often too timid to set those boundaries growing up, so she tries to anticipate how others feel.

Day 17: Heart

While I have a few ships for Mei, her 'canon' match is Remke (@vieranbow) . They meet post-SHB when Mei returns from the First & Rem was hired while she was away as a cook for the Scions. They don't get together until early EW. THEY'RE CUTE!

Day 18: Honor

Meiko was raised by former pirates, so while honor is reserved for some scenarios, she has no qualms about fighting dirty. Especially if it's for greater cause. Post-EW she tries to show mercy more often but she was almost a bit TOO ruthless prior to that.

[heckitall]

Alright!! Here are some comics I've been following for a while now + some new!!

☆ Aftermath : https://www.tumblr.com/happyfoxx-art/692297229519765504/its-the-we-saved-the-world-hug-comic-d-i?source=share

(Takes place right after the movie ending, shows the recovery process of the Hamato fam, ongoing)

☆ Hibernation : https://www.tumblr.com/dododan/722107852912771072/hibernation-part-1?source=share

(This one has started recently, but I haven't seen many comics about Splinter's early years with the tots and so far I'm enjoying it, ongoing)

☆ https://www.tumblr.com/sooooupyraisin/722057078601039872/bro-how-do-i-make-the-pictures-stack-vertically?source=share

(A silly hc comic, not a series)

☆ Krangfied Donnie : https://www.tumblr.com/abbeyofcyn/715416516705779712/krang-infection-masterpost-next?source=share

(Post movie comic, tw for some injury I think, as the title says, krangfied Donnie, ongoing)

☆ Twin Sync (More Than You Think) : https://www.tumblr.com/little-banjo-frog/722296175901999104/twin-sync-more-than-you-think?source=share

(Interesting concept of Leo getting trapped in prison dimension and being able to communicate with Donnie, another recently started one, not exactly a comic, ongoing)

☆ another one post comic for laughs: https://www.tumblr.com/grumpytheunicorn/718661206716678144/a-really-quick-comic-i-made-at-2am-based-off?source=share

☆ another one post comic again :] : https://www.tumblr.com/meandtheyeehaws/707452010584309760/i-cant-believe-draxum-met-aprils-mom-before-she?source=share

☆ the bonk comics : https://www.tumblr.com/blueskiesofsaturn/709294416273211392/mans-failed-his-wisdom-save?source=share

(Silly 4 post long comics)

☆ Life Mission Save My Brothers : https://www.tumblr.com/daedelweiss/702390434496937984/life-mission-save-my-brothers-the-red?source=share

(Separated AU comic, ongoing)

☆ a fluff one post comic that I love : https://www.tumblr.com/dustbunsinspace/700358172022652928/old-comic-about-glowing-boys-being-silly-and-post?source=share

Yep!! I think that's all, I tried my best to not include and bad future ones too, hope you enjoy them ^^

-☆

i read all of these in one go while i was in bed after completing my hw and

it was glorious

[richardsgraysons]

You know, I like your writing a lot and something I'd like to see more of from you (because it's super rare in the fandom :( ) is like.. Just sweet boi Dick.

Because don't get me wrong, I don't mind Dick Grayson being some flirty, touchy, generally more dominant guy.. But I feel like his actual comic character never really gave me those vibes??

I mean after the whole.. Tarantula thing (😬) he really strikes me as the type of guy to ask "Can I have a kiss?" Every single time he wants to kiss you, and "Hug?" Every time he wants a hug. The kinda guy that tries his best to ask whenever he touches you, "Can I put my hand here?" "Can I kiss you there?" "Is it okay if I take this off?" And, while he won't necessarily set it as a boundary, he appreciates when you do the same for him.

Because I feel like if his partner was ever all "Stop, it's too much..-" During intimacy, even though they probably meant it in the 'Don't-actually-stop-these-feelings-and-sensations-are-just-really-overwhelming-and-that-was-my-automatic-response' kinda way, he absolutely would. 100%.

Because he's heard those words before. He was the one saying them. And she didn't stop. And he wants to avoid ever making anyone else feel like that, even if he knows his partner probably didn't mean it that way.

I just feel like the fandom doesn't tend to characterize him like that very often?

Idk, just rambling! :D

op i SOOOO know what you mean

because a lot of the fandom tends to characterize him as this playboy, and he is in a sense, but not in a womanizing way as a lot of people think he is.

it's because he just has a pure heart. IRL, women don't go for douchebags who like flexing how many bitches they have or something. they go for kind people, consenting people. NONE of the batboys would touch you without your consent. except bruce in probably some sections ( not in a weird way, but like . . . in a more commanding way )

i also love the way someone finally mentioned his sexual assault from tarantula and i hate hate HATE how everyone forgets that. he literally went through so much only for it to be forgotten. and also how tf does everyone forget that bruce was also raped by talia al ghul? i keep seeing "i love talia al ghul" posts everywhere but she ... drugged bruce, did it without his consent, and then gave birht to damian, kept it a secret for ten years, and then dumped damian on him? just like that?

soft dick will be coming soon, dwdw. the amount of character.ai dick grayson bots i've been doing is giving me inspo for jock!dick grayson except he's adorable and sweet and helps the reader with her hw.