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[valentine-writes]

Hiya!!! I wanted to ask if you would do headcanons for Chica and Roxanne going out for a romantic autumn walk with their human partner? Like, their S/O wraps a cute scarf around them and gives them some soft mittens to wear so they won't get "cold" (their hydraulics system might get sluggish if it's too cold out altho it's not dire enough that they'd actually need mittens, but I'm a sap for finding an excuse to hold hands) before taking them for a romantic walk through a nicer area where they can see the leaves changing color and enjoy the crisp autumn air :)

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[ tws + notes: pure fluff, canon??? lol what's that, established romantic relationship, unedited as usual ]

↳ ft. glamrock chica and roxanne wolf

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: THANK YOU THANKYOU THANK YOU!!! more chica and roxy reqz were vv much needed ^_^ o,, how i luv my girlz,,..,. did not find a song for this one but o well :] this is short!!! and sweet!!!! this iz tha closest thing u will get 2 actual fleshed out fanfic from me UWJEHJDHS

the days get a little shorter. the sun rests it's weary head on the horizon a little earlier, the moon stays out a little longer. the leaves turn every shade of red, yellow, and brown– and life becomes a little more still.

it's the perfect time to sit in a cafe and smell the seasonal pumpkin spice flavour wafting through the air (which, you have recently learned, does not actually contain pumpkin). of course, this isn't the only thing to do.

while this season feels like a bridge between the heat of summer and the ice cold grasp of winter, it is far beyond being a season just waiting passively for change.

you could pick apples at an orchard. bake a pie. try to navigate your way out of a corn filled hell. carve a pumpkin. prepare for halloween.

or you could go on a walk with someone you love.

the autumn season beckons your name, asking you to behold its beauty just before it passes. you oblige happily, knowing you won't behold it's wonder alone.

you put on a light jacket, before heading out to meet her.

headcanons below the cut !!

GLAMROCK CHICA:

"you got these for me??" she pulls you into a tight embrace, which, while expected– still took almost all the air from your lungs. chica seems to notice- and affectionately presses a small peck to your cheek before she lets you go to catch your breath. her enthusiasm for something as simple as a pair of mittens brings a smile to your face.

"i know you can't exactly get cold– but! considering your hydraulic system can be affected by extreme temperatures, it might be helpful." you explained. she didn't really need to know the specifics of why you got them. just thought it would be helpful to explain.

what you were NOT going to explain was the fact you went to three different stores trying to find a pair that would one: fit right on her, and two: matched her style well. you had gone through so many options to make sure it was the best pair possible for her. your efforts were not in vain, considering how enthusiastic she was to receive them.

after helping her put them on, she pauses, looking at your own hands. for a second, she's still. she considers your hand in hers– your mitten-less human hand in hers.

"won't... you get cold?" she asks softly, looking up into your eyes with a softness that could melt even the coldest hearts. the tenderness of her voice, the concern laced in it– it almost paralyzes you for a second.

"oh- uh- well-" you stammer, blinking several times before properly responding. "i.. i'll probably be fine. no need to worry." you give her a reassuring smile. she only huffs in response.

"nope! i will not allow this!" she declares, intertwining her fingers with yours. "i'll keep you warm!"

you laugh, knowing her resolve is basically just an excuse for hand holding. "how are we gonna walk if you're holding both my hands?"

"you put it in your pocket, silly!" she giggles. "unless you want me to hold both your hands–"

she shoots a wink at you playfully. something tells you she isn't really kidding though. any excuse to be closer to you is one she'll take.

you laugh, with a shake of your head. "i hate to say it, but i gotta pass this time."

"there'll be a next time?"

"next time, i'll bring my own mittens."

she pouts at your response, unsatisfied.

"...and then, we can hold mitted hands." you finish.

grinning happily, she gives your hand a gentle squeeze, "sounds good to me!"

ROXANNE WOLF:

"ah, before we go–" you slowly pull put a folded scarf from the pocket of your jacket. "wouldn't want you to get cold."

roxanne eyes the scarf in your hands, before slowly leaning forwards, eyes now fixed on you. she opens her mouth to say something, but seems to hesitate.

"you.. want me to help you put it on?" you ask. it was hard to tell what she was thinking. you worried she might not like it, or that she wouldn't want to wear it but–

"...yeah." she says, snapping you out of your thoughts. "i don't exactly own any scarves of my own, you know."

"then i'm happy to gift you your first." you smile, slowly taking the scarf and draping it around her shoulders. you're concentrated, bringing it around once before adjusting the ends at the front. it's snug enough to keep her hydraulics up and working, but loose enough to be comfortable.

you notice, how she lingers as you finish tying her scarf. her eyes are on you, and you notice that, in just the same way that she had gone still, you're still holding the soft fabric in your grasp. how quiet, this moment became. you can hear your own breathing, becoming hyper aware of the soft rise and fall of your chest.

before you can say anything to her, you find her index finger and thumb holding your chin gently. she tilts your face up and meets your eyes.

"thank you.." she says, her voice quiet. you have never seen her like this. she was never soft spoken at all. in fact, she was the bolder one between the two of you. to have a sweet moment like this made your heart flutter.

it takes a moment for you to even respond, your face flooding with heat. "oh- of course..."

before you can say anything else, she plants a small kiss on your forehead. you can barely muster a sound, too flustered to speak or to even process the fact that roxanne had already pulled away, half way out the door.

you blink several times, before fulling registering this. "hey!- you gotta wait up!" you call to her, trying to ignore the ever present loud drumming of your heart.

"maybe you better catch up!" she calls back, snickering. you stumble after her, nearly tripping over your own feet to get by her side.

"ready?" she asks, offering an arm out to you.

you link arms with her, smiling. "ready."

[compressedrage]

*barges in* Your Hollow Head Siblings hc's, hand 'em over!!!! 🔫

(But fr, gotta love your thoughs, they're neat and scratch my brain juuuust right!!!)

YOU HAVE OPENED THE FLOOD GATES MY ANONYMOUS FRIEND

Keep in mind I am very tired rn so this will likely be very unpolished okay here we go–

The order of age goes Victim Chosen Dark Orange, we all know this, but I think for a long time Dark thought he and Chosen were a lot closer in age than they actually were. Chosen had to warm up to telling Dark about all the horrible things he went through, and that included the fact that he was alone for four years. (it's four years right? it might be five. I can't be bothered to look it up rn, its fine)

In between the Showdown and Wanted Orange is starting to think of Chosen as an older brother. He connected the dots to figure out that Chosen was also made by Alan and he saved them! He's so cool! This idea was only a little bit shattered when this older brother figure barged into the PC and kidnapped him and promptly got them both captured. But honestly what are older siblings for.

In canon Chosen does not let himself feel emotions enough for him to see Orange as a little brother, but the connection is there. He'll come around :)

SPEAKING OF CONNECTIONS– I recently had this idea that the Hollowheads had some sort of empathy-telepathy with each other. For example, one normal day out in the Outernet Chosen feels the exact moment Orange was created. He doesn't know what that feeling meant, and he never felt it again. Orange felt drawn to this new stick figure who saved their lives, and immediately follows him through the portal. Chosen felt something snap in his chest the moment Dark died. Orange and Victim lock eyes for a moment in the Box and feel something click. None of them talk about it, but it's there.

(that last one might qualify as an AU, who knows maybe I'll do something with it)

This one is more of a wish than a headcanon– Chosen takes Orange under his wing at some point, teaching him how to use his powers as best he can. However, since Orange's powers are rather different from Chosen's, it just results in a chaotic sparring session and setting a field on fire. The CG are not amused by the amount of bruises Orange gets, but Orange is having an absolute blast.

Orange is Chosen's "Second Coming"– surely that comes with consequences. I saw a hc where they shared portions of code and I liked that; something like Orange and Chosen have similar tastes in foods. Their eyes shine the same way when they smile. Sometimes they accidentally speak in unison because they each had the exact same thought. When stuff gets serious, they both narrow their eyes and make an expression that promises pain on their enemies.

Dark would be the best big brother and let me tell you why. Orange is often left with the Braincell of the CG. Have you seen how stressed this boy gets. He gets premonitions of his friends getting hurt. Dark allows him to mess around a bit more, in a "We might get in trouble, isn't that fun!!" kind of way. Orange has always had a chaotic streak, it just takes certain circumstances for him to tap into it. They would be able to get Red back for his pranking.

Orange would teach Chosen and Dark all about modern video games. They know video games, sure, they destroyed Angry Birds. But I think playing Minecraft would solve both of their problems. At least a lot of them.

I don't have many headcanons for Victim, I just haven't seen enough of him to get a solid enough foundation to make headcanons, but as an oldest child I can relate to him on a spiritual level. He may be gray now but with those three as younger siblings he's gonna get a whole lot grayer.

Gosh I love them so much, a house with all four Hollowheads would be the most chaotic house ever. Victim– the eldest with an actual job, no nonsense, the less-than-respected Holder of the Braincell. Since he is out of the house a lot because of Job, the responsibility falls to Chosen– older middle child, delinquent, failure of a cook and the only one Dark will listen to. Speaking of Dark– younger middle child, Chaos Incarnate, fellow delinquent and Escape Artist Extraordinaire, he is a terrible influence on the youngest– Orange. Orange is the black sheep of the family in that he is actually rather emotionally stable. He's in school, has friends, hobbies– his brothers just a bit jealous but supportive anyway. He also helps Dark prank the others; he's got great aim with water balloon catapults.

I cannot impress upon you enough how much they love each other. Their lives have been filled with isolation, suffering, rejection– but now they've found family in likewise people. None of them are alone anymore. Sure, Orange wasn't really alone to begin with, but surely he noticed how different he was from RYGB. He's not replacing them, not for a million dollars, but it is nice to have brothers who are similar to you.

[skiiyoomin]

wooo hii!! Been awhile since I made a request (I love what you came up with last time btw :] ) I was wondering if you could write some little headcanons about how you think different saiki K characters would act when tired? (Love Ur work Sm <333)

ღHow they act when they´re tired

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a/n hi hi!! So sorry for the late reply!! Hopefully you enjoy it and thank you so much for your support!! <3 idk if i´m missing anyone, but if there´s anyone else you´d like to see then please tell me! :)

Saiki Kusuo

Such a grumbly baby!

everything annoys him and pisses him off more than usual when he´s tired

to him, you´re like his safe space so he looks for you when he needs to relax or he simply someone

don´t question why he´s suddenly more affectionate than usual!! he will get embarassed

honestly, a good ol´ cuddle session is all he needs

if y´all are out and about and he´s feeling tired, he will teleport you to his house to cuddle, no questions asked

honestly, you just go with it cause it´s not often he´s so willingly so vulnerable

give him a few kisses here and there and you´ll have him melting in your arms 100%

Kaidou Shun

very very whiny boy

clings to you like a koala

the second you run your hands through his hair he´s fast asleep

i´m talking snore mimimi typa sleep

absolutely refuses to leave your arms when he´s tired, he needs your warm hugs

like i said before, he´s super whiny, so he will beg you to cuddle with him with the biggest pout on his pretty lips :(

doesn´t care if y´all are out in public, can and will fall alseep on top of you

you´re gonna have to carry him back home

but the way he snuggles up to you is so adorable that you simply cannot find it in yourself to get mad at him

Kuboyasu Aren

DOES. NOT. ADMIT. IT

will deny it if you ask him if he´s tired

you literally have to force him to rest

he´s all grumpy about it until you give him kisses and cuddles

he´ll still grumble a bit but will definitely relax more

>:[ 

he be looking like that when he´s tired

i feel like when he´s tired he´s also a bit of a softie

but only behind closed doors where he´s only with you

like don´t get me wrong, he´s always been a softie for you

but when he´s tired it just boosts even more

Teruhashi Kokomi

super pouty!

you know those baby animals that get all sad and pouty when they don´t get affection?

well that´s her when she´s tired

she´s always been super affectionate, but now it´s more clingy than usual

not like you mind

loves loves loves!! when you wrap your arms around her

makes her feel safe and comforted

can and will fall asleep on you

she can be a bit of an airhead when she´s tired

will most likely forget about whatever it is that you said, it just be going from one ear to another

its okay, shes still cute

Hairo Kineshi

its so obvious when he´s tired

like this man is always so full of energy and hyperactivity

the second he starts moving a bit slower than usual is sign enough of his tiredness

zones out A LOT

he´d accidentally be staring at the back of your head for a good 5 minutes before you snap him out of his daze

a little clumsy

sometimes he doesn´t realize he´s heavy and he will just flop on top of you

yeah you´re not getting up for a good while

a power nap with a cuddle session is all he needs before he´s energetic again!!

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi cutie <3, I would like to request headcanons for the maze runner boys on how would they flirt with you.

Wooo more headcanons. This one should be fun.

HOW THEY (ATTEMPT TO) FLIRT

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral! Reader x All main boys.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, terrible flirting from teenagers, suggestive jokes.

THOMAS

Thomas wouldn't be great at flirting.

He spends half the time talking to Newt or Minho, and he spends the other half of his time talking about the Maze.

He's either bouncing off of the Walls or obsessing over them.

It'd probably take a bit for him to even notice you properly.

But once he does- he'd spend every opportunity trying to talk to you.

He'd definitely be an awkward flirt.

Yanno, the type to try casually leaning on something, only to trip and fall.

Compliments would not come easily, and when they do, it'd be... something.

"Hey, (Y/N), you, uh, have you- I think you- your face, is uh, your face is good today."

Truly a poetic man.

That being said, he'd also be the protective and assistive type.

Shielding you from Grievers, arguing with Gally on your behalf and helping you with work are pretty common occurrences.

It's not Thomas's words that are his strong point of expressing his feelings (no matter how hard he'd try), but his actions.

The way he'd act and how passionate he is would definitely be more seductive than his failed flirting.

Though, that would still be cute.

NEWT

Newt would be a kind of casual, sarcastic flirt.

It'd be subtle.

Often more in passing looks and soft smirks, maybe even the odd friendly nudge.

He's not the type to straight up say anything, but when he does, compliments and comments roll off of his tongue like it's nothing.

Something that would probably leave you stunned before he'd swiftly move on.

"Those jeans look shuckin' good on you."

"What?"

"Nothin'."

This means you'd see a more playful side to him.

It's not like Newt is a cold or stoic guy. He's friendly and open, but the extra attention he'd give to you is what sets his feelings for you apart from everyone else's.

It'd be subtle, but if you know what you're looking for- it's not hard to tell.

MINHO

Minho would be a weird mix of Newt and Thomas- but twice as obvious.

Minho has no time for subtleties, nor does he care for it.

He's hitting on you.

And you're gonna know about it.

He'd be smooth with it as well.

Minho is confident and impatient, which makes for an interesting mix when he's hunting for someone's attention.

Though, it comes across as more of a joke than anything else.

His sarcasm (and fear of rejection) would lead into a more joking relationship where he'd end up in too deep to back out and admit that his attractions are genuine.

He'd still be smooth though.

Resulting in a flirtationship, that's actually just a joke, that's actually a flirtationship because Minho has smooth-talked himself into a corner.

"Yo, (Y/N), lookin' good today."

"Aren't I always?"

"Of course."

Definitely an amusing watch for the rest of the Glade.

GALLY

Gally would straight up just be bad at flirting.

He's too proud to give compliments or admit that he actually has human feelings.

So, his "flirting" ends up becoming bullying.

He'd just tease you, and think it would be playful and funny but he'd just fully be insulting you.

"Oi, shuck-face, watch it."

How he thinks this'll work is beyond me.

????

Strange behaviour.

But Gally isn't exactly known for his intelligence and good choices.

Though, he'd never admit his feelings, or even express them in a healthy way.

So, this is about as good as you're gonna get until he sucks it up and confesses.

FRYPAN

The man is a flirting GOD.

I will not be taking criticism on this.

(Might be biased 'cause Fry is a personal favourite of mine but shhhhh)

Frypan would absolutely shower you in compliments.

Kind of like how Minho would, except he is clearly genuinely earnest.

"You look lovely today, (Y/N)."

Would absolutely give you little treats and sneak you snacks.

Would give you the best food and put extra effort to make sure you're always satisfied with your meals.

It is his speciality, after all.

There's not much to say for him.

He'd just do everything possible to make you smile

ALBY

He wouldn't.

He would not flirt, he would just tell you he likes you and that would be it.

He does not have time for flirting.

You can make your decision about what to do about that.

But he will not flirt.

Sorry.

Okay, another piece done. I've got a lot of requests to get through so yall are gonna have to bear with me.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these dumb headcanons as much as I like writing them lol :))

[t0rturedangel]

still the same person who sent asks for jnh,, can i request a sfw and/or nsfw headcanons for hyde himself? i adore the little menace so much <//3

p.s. i could be your 🦋 anon

╭ . . . 𝙰 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ੭

𝐌𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ♰ ৎ﹕𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘤𝘴

I'M KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE, someone requested this exact same thing so WOOO!!!1!!!1111!!!!!!1!11111111 AND OFC YOU CAN BE THAT ANON !!!!!!

𝘴𝘧𝘸

✧⠀⨾ Hyde doesn't know how to show affection at all, i mean the man is made out of Jekyll's even more twisted side can you blame him?

✧⠀⨾ be patient with him, teach him how to love, he doesn't know- he was never taught how to care.

✧⠀⨾ He may not show it at all but he sure as hell appreciates all the gifts you give or make him, he keeps them in his house because he knows no one will go there (little does this guy know), especially Jekyll

✧⠀⨾ speaking of Jekyll, Hyde will hide your relationship to him- Jekyll doesn't need to know because Hyde is sure that Jekyll did know, he's be trying to convince you to leave. Hyde cant live without you- not anymore

✧⠀⨾ you're the only person who cares about him and his well being, you aren't revolted by him when instead you show affection to him: something he was against at the start since he felt as if he was going to go ape-shit

✧⠀⨾ but when you first hugged him and held his hand the man went mental, not in the sense of killing you but he suddenly realized that he craved your touch, and only your touch if anyone else tried to touch him they'd be on the floor- bleeding out.

✧⠀⨾ he likes to steal stuff for you, as a thank you for all the stuff you give him

✧⠀⨾ If the police or anything links you to him and try to hurt you- he isnt afraid of getting a few more murder charges, Jekyll is though.

✧⠀⨾ sometimes, most times actually, Hyde forces Jekyll to thinks of something immoral so Hyde can see you- you do scold him for it sometimes, because w t h Hyde? Let Jekyll live for at least a little bit.

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸

✧⠀⨾ unlike Jekyll, Hyde is rough in bed- that's the 'primal' side of him. Though if you tell him to tone it down- he will, trust me

✧⠀⨾ very willing to experiment in bed too! You wanna try a new kink you heard of? sure!

✧⠀⨾ Though of course, this man is the embodiment of evil, and a Victorian man so he (Just Like Jekyll) takes sex a bit too seriously, though there isnt much that is in exchange for it- maybe his aftercare?

✧⠀⨾ he is a very VERY vocal man, though no moans for whimpers or anything- just gruffs and praise and or degradation even if you're the one doming which is rare

✧⠀⨾ speaking of, this man is the biggest dom ever- he may not have the stature but he sure as hell is one, he's got the stamina, he's got the strength, he's got the speed.

✧⠀⨾ though he is very rough usually, he can and will be gentle if he knows you need it, he can tell if you're having a rough day and just needs some love.

✧⠀⨾ his aftercare is golden, he takes care of you- brings you a drink, gets you a duvet and lets you rest on him or wherever you want, he lets you calm down before getting you some food if you're hungry or if you fall asleep he'll make sure you're in a comfortable position in his and your bed before going to sleep too- or he'll guard the area

[ech0schamber]

Goof ball Dazai

this is honestly just random goofy headcanons shoved into one post

☆we've already seen how dramatic he is in the anime, and just how goofy he is in the manga, but i'm going to add onto that

☆definitely the prank master at the agency, everyone gets pranked by him at some point including ranpo, somehow

☆he sticks to pulling small pranks, ones that won't cause any harm to someone, or put someone into genuine emotional stress.

☆he'll take your pen when your not looking, only to put it right back where it was when he notices you getting frustrated

☆loves having playful insult matches with his s/o, he trusts that you won't take it too far. if he starts them, it will go on until one of you surrender, or cant come up with any more insults. on the other hand tho, if you start the insult matches, he'll put on a show with his theatrics

☆he'll fall to the ground, clutching his heart and saying some bs like "how could you do this to me?" "you've wounded me, my dear"

☆he won't get off of the ground till you give him a kiss

☆pull the prank of pulling away from him right before he kisses you. he'll pout at first, but act oblivious to it. he'll see through the prank pretty quickly, and wooo boy, you better be ready to run when he does.

☆he'll turn it into a game of cat and mouse, so you better hope you can run faster than him. he'll eventually corner you and will give you a million kisses right then and there, doesn't matter if your in public or not

☆challenge him in video games. especially competitive games, like Splatoon, but be prepared for him to try to sabotage you! he will push you off of the couch in order to win, smack him with a pillow as revenge.

☆speaking of pillows. he will absolutely start a pillow fights with you, if your weaking then him, he will let you win and beat the shit out of him every now and again

☆but of course, this is Dazai were talking about. he will feign his surrender, but the second you put your pillow down, he's going for the attack. a tickle attack, to be specific

☆will absolutely settle any debate he can, with rock paper scissors. trying to get him to go grocery shopping? rock paper scissors. trying to get him to take a shower before you? rock paper scissors.

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...can you tell that i really like Dazai?

[blitheringbongus]

Take it slow

Scar and Mumbo were supposed to meet up for a tour of Scar land. Scar falls asleep in Mumbos living room, conversation ensues.

(Second fic wooo!! Threw in my own headcanons about Hermitcraft and how the world works, as well as backstories for Mumbo and Scar. I’m a maladaptive daydreamer so I’ve been daydreaming about these guy’s backstories for years and years. Scars backstory used to be different but then Hotguy happened and I became obsessed, anyways have fun reading!)

Mumbos base always look different in each season, but one thing stays the same. The yellow kitchen and brown red-ish living room.

Scar‘s never asked about it, but now, being sat in the old rocking chair, watching the grandfather clock tick on, he can’t help but wonder.

It’s not even that there are variations of these two rooms, as in, they change even just slightly over the seasons. He hasn’t payed a whole bunch attention to it until now, but from what he’s seen and from what he remembers visiting Mumbos base and witnessing these specific rooms in the past, they’re exactly the same! Like a carbon copy!

His eyelids fluttered, oh he was getting real sleepy.

He was supposed to be waiting for Mumbo to meet him, so that Scar could show him around Scarland! He’s only been in the room for probably less than five minutes, granted, but it was feeling like an eternity! Not that Mumbos late or anything.

His limbs started to feel heavy, as did his eyelids. Maybe he could simply rest them? The grandfather clock ticked on, and the cozy chair slowly but surely rocked him to sleep.

The builder dreamt of lands far gone. A city long lost. A life, long lived. He dreamt of his steady bow, and zooming across the city, hopping from building to building. Feeling the fresh wind breeze in his hair, feeling the adrenaline in his body as he fought off villains and creeps, Scar was happy. Then, a faint glow, in the sky, and- Scar? Scar?

„Scar?“ a cold hand shook the mans shoulder gently. He slowly opened his eyes. „Huh?“ the once mayor rubbed his eyes, seemingly confused. „What are you doing here? I thought we’d meet up at Scarland?“

Scar breathed, and took in his surroundings. Unlit fireplace, old furniture, big grandfather clock, stuffy bookshelves stacked with literature.

„Right-„ Scar sat up, did he really fall asleep? He looked up at Mumbo. „How long was I out?“ Mumbo wiggled his mustache, „I’m not sure? I was about to go to Scarland when I found you here, so- depends on how long you’ve been here, I suppose?“ „right,“ Scar lifted his arms, taking a longgggg stretch.

„Geez Mumbo, how do you do anything in this room? It made me fall asleep in- minutes! Probably!“ The redstoner giggled. „You get used to the atmosphere after a while,“

Mumbo sat down on the old sofa beside the chair. „So, off to Scarland?“

Scar groaned, leaning back in the chair. „Let me wake up first,“ he snickered, loving the mans interest in Scarland. Of course he’d be interested in Scarland, it’s amazing! He’s toured so many hermits around already, and yet, Mumbo finding the place interesting felt all the more special to him. He couldn’t place why.

Mumbo nodded, folding his cold dead hands in his lap.

Scar looked around, his gaze catching onto a coat hanger with a fancy looking top hat on it.

„Say, Mumbo,“ Scar began, and the taller man looked at him. „How come you always have these rooms in your base? The kitchen and living room, I mean.“

The expression Mumbos face shifted into was one Scar couldn’t read, but it resembled suprise? Something else was there.

„Oh- why do you ask?“ He crossed his legs, leaning his elbows on one knee, his hands still folded, now resting under his chin.

„Pure curiosity, I suppose,“ Scar laughed nervously. He already regretted asking.

Mumbo puckered his lips, looking around the room himself. Looking at the ugly wallpaper, looking at the small box above the fireplace, holding precious memories.

„Sentiment,“ Mumbo began, „Just- something I’d like to keep from before Hermitcraft.“

The air smelled old, the dust in the air comforting.

„Oh- I’m sorry for asking Mumbo, really-„ Mumbo cut him off, „It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s not taboo to talk about, I’m not sure why most hermits treat it as such.“

The builder looked at the redstoner, and he supposed, he was right.

When he died, when he separated from his old life as a hero, when he joined Hermitcraft, he felt that strong urge to keep his past hidden. To not let anyone know. Which felt strange, he’s usually an open book! Did the other Hermits feel the same? What were their life’s like before?

Scar looked around the antique room. What was Mumbos life like?

Scar took his chances, „What was.. what was it like? If you don’t mind me asking,“ the redstoner smiled. „Another day, Scar“

Scar bit his lip, he drove too far once again- he was supposed to feel bad, but with the way Mumbo was smiling at him, how comfortable he looked, how comfortable he himself felt, it conveyed the message, that it was all fine. That Scar wasn’t a jerk for asking. That Mumbo just wasn’t in the mood. That they’ll discuss it another day.

The builder smiled. „Awake enough yet?“ Mumbo asked, slowly getting up from his spot on the sofa.

Scar blinked, „not quite.“

Mumbo breathed, content. „Mh, would some music wake you up then?“ Music? Scar wondered, „maybe,“ he grinned at the taller.

Mumbos smile grew in a way where you could only see it in his eyes. Joy pinching at the corners of them, lifting themselves ever so slightly, crinkling so beautifully in a way that made Scar want to cry, Mumbo was so beautiful.

What did he just think?

The redstoner walked over to an old radio, leaning down to twist the buttons. „Does that thing still work?“ Scar asked, leaning up in the chair, ignoring his silly thoughts. „Very much so! The audio is a bit crunchy, but it still broadcasts the songs as if it was actually connected to a station!“

Scar watched the mans hands. „Is it connected to a station?“ „Not quite, I don’t think. It’s more so frozen in time, it just plays the songs and broadcasts from- well from the day I departed from it.“ Scars nose scrunched up, he felt bad for the man. The builder lifted himself up from the comfy chair with his arms, slowly approaching the taller. „What kind of songs does it have?“

Mumbo grinned as the radio sprung to life, playing a- as promised,- crunchy tune. „The best,“ you could start to hear a man singing, vocalists in the background. Something about love and New York City. „Have you ever been to New York?“ Scar asked, and the Redstoner turned to face him. „Not quite, no. Have you?“ „I lived there,“ the music was nice. „Oh! What was it like? Is it really the city where dreams come true?“ Scar snickered. „Not really. If you want your dreams to come true you don’t need to visit a city for it,“ „Well that depends on the dream then, doesn’t it?“ „I suppose,“

Mumbo was quiet for a second, watching the radio. A hint of blush dusted the mans cheeks, Scar raveled in the sight. „Would a dance wake you up?“ Mumbo almost whispered, though it came out more like a mutter.

Oh he was adorable. Scar took the mans hand gently. „What dance are we thinking?“

Short moments later, Scars hand was on Mumbos waist and he was holding his hand at shoulder level. Mumbo also held his hand, and the other one of his hands was holding the builders shoulder. They moved slowly to the soft tunes of the radio, the crackling became comforting.

„You were talking about a new addition to Scarland?“ Mumbo said in a slightly higher voice than he’s used to, his blush having deepened, just slightly more than the previous dust of it. The brunette loved how dark it was, as if Mumbos blood is darker than his own. Was it? „Oh- yes! I finally finished Adventure Land! With the- volcano cloud smoke and and bambooo-„ he drawled slightly, still lost in the sauce watching Mumbos face, specifically the slow spread of the deep red.

„Oh really? When’d that happen? It was like- last week where you told me you’d finally started building it up?“ „oh I finished it like two days ago,“ Scar laughed quietly, his own face heating up. He doesn’t remember ever being this close to Mumbo, let alone touch him for more than a few seconds! Or moments, he doesn’t really know the difference. „It was fun, oh I can’t wait to show you. The park in general- have you seen the trolleys?“ Mumbo snickered, „Yes, I’ve seen the trolleys Scar,“ he smiled, and Scar stepped on the mans foot by accident. „Ouch-„ „Sorry!“ Mumbo didn’t mind.

The song slowly came to an end, and another started up. A more upbeat tune, but still fitting to slow dance to. The distance between the two Hermits became less. Mumbos hand was now holding the back of Scars shoulder.

„What do you think I’d especially like?“ The taller smiled, wanting to hear the mans thoughts. „Hmm,“ Scars thought for a while, holding the man close. „I think you’d like the castle the most, though I’m not sure,“ „The castle is impressive,“ „you think so?“ „I know so,“

They fell into a comfortable silence, just holding each other and moving slowly. Swaying, almost.

Scar laid his head on Mumbos chest, „you’re good at slow dancing,“ The builder has already stepped on the taller man’s feet multiple times, having apologized for each. The redstoner always laughed quietly in response. „I’ve had much practice,“ „oh?“ „I used to do it a lot with Benjamin“ „who?“ „an old friend, from back then.“ „oh- is he-?“ Mumbo shook his head, „it’s fine,“ he said.

The hours passed, and they talked about random things quietly, Mumbo resting his chin on the smallers head.

Eventually, the raven haired man remembered something. „Hey,“ „mh?“ „are you awake enough yet?“

[cryptidcorners]

Wilderness — Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Description: Mike had only took this job for a few reasons: To watch his sister in some cheap, rural camp in the middle of nowhere and to repay the dollars he spent; even if the money was low.

You were acquainted as a partnering counselor, much to your dismay — he didn't take his job seriously unless his sister was involved and you questioned his methods of responsibility; until you both get lost and he brings himself to help you despite everything.

# No Request

# A.N: finally completed this wooo!! enjoy

Media: FNaF [Movie]

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Counselors, Headcanons/Imagines Mixed In, Grumpy Mike, Fluff, Cute Stuff, Bantering/Flirting, Comfort, Friends/Slight Rivals to ? ? ?, Slight Romantic Implications [ Reader is a little Love Sick] , Slow Burn (?) + Reader is GN! Warnings: Slight Blood/Injury

TOS. Mike Schmidt Masterlist

⫸ Mike had only gotten this job because his little sister would be in the same camp. He had struggled to scrape up enough money to get a decent place to spend her vacation and he didn't trust her being alone in the middle of nowhere. Additionally, he also needed work to pay back his spendings.

⫸ He wasn't even that experienced, especially with kids; which was why he was paired with you who had spent about three summers in this dump of a camp.

⫸ As dull as Mike was, he wasn't too shabby in teaching or guiding some of the campers. Sure, he picked favorites (his sister) but he wasn't the worst counselor you had seen. Mike just wanted to get this over with and you could understand that — it was unbearable once you stayed long enough.

⫸ He was stubborn though. Mike was introverted, yes, but he was also really snarky and a little disrespectful at times. You knew he didn't mean anything cruel, he was just blunt; but you couldn't handle it. Just because he was your co-worker didn't stop you two from being frenemies.

Pink sun spots slowly rustled across the grass as the wind whistled through the branches. The clouds were red with the dying sun, slowly falling behind the light horizon; the sky rich with a kaleidoscopic display of luminous colors and gentle breezes.

You would have been enjoying the simplicity of a sunset if Mike hadn't fumbled with the map tightly gripped between his hands and throwing you both off track.

Of course, he had assured he knew the way back but you had been walking in circles for ages. You stopped walking, legs already growing sore. "Look, your trail obviously isn't working." Your arms fell to your sides, your eyes fell to a jagged stone. ". . . And I've seen that rock at least two times."

Mike whipped his head towards your landmark and blinked. "No, that's not—" his face flushed at the realization that maybe, just maybe, he had seen the rock too. Still, he stammered "It's a completely different rock," and waved the page around, trying to make a point. "Don't bullshit." You protested.

You walked over and snatched the map from his hands. Mike didn't pull up much of a fight, only mumbling and releasing a weak: "Fine." Mike didn't like feeling stupid, but he wanted to get back to camp and forget this whole day happened.

You matched forward with a slightly commanding: "This way," which he reluctantly obeyed. For the whole walk, Mike was silently poking his eyes on a stained piece of paper; anytime he was fixated on something, he did it — no time for chit chat or breaks. You ignited some conversation, "Why'd you come to a camp if you hate it so much?"

You were surprised that he answered. "My sister was begging me to go. So I spent months saving, but this was the only affordable camp I could get." He sighed, "I didn't trust her being in the forest with strangers."

You were fond of his compassion, "That's nice of you."

"Yeah, but it's still torture. My body feels like it's on fire. How do you handle this?" He swatted the air, trying to fend off a consistent buzzing. "I'm never doing this again that's for sure."

"Money is a pretty big motive. Also I like nature in general, it's better than something boring." You pulled through a bush that snagged your skin, you grunted as you kicked away from the thorns. "Shit, anyway. Yeah, it's a pain but it's fun too."

"We're night and day." He humored lightly, then his eyes flickered rapidly. Gritting through his teeth, Mike grabbed your shoulder. "Dude, your leg."

"What? Oh — Oh, God." Scarlet dripped down leg, pouring from an open cut. It must have been from the bush. "It's fine."

"What? It can get infected, we're almost at camp aren't we?" You didn't understand why he was so concerned, you two were barely friends. It was just a cut, nothing you hadn't suffered from before. He continued, "I can patch you up if you want."

"It's nothing, Like." You assured. Though, it was starting to hurt but you didn't need any help.

Mike awkwardly extended his hand, "You helped us back, it's the least I could do." he frowned at your silence. "At least let me help you walk back, I don't want to see you limp the whole time."

Reluctantly, you let him. Walking on a cut like that wouldn't end up well and besides you found it oddly endearing how soft he was. His face flushed, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Had you been staring at him? "Sorry." You could hear him giggle, "It's fine."

There was something boyish about him and you wondered if he was the same man you had met the first week.

Entering the infirmary, he set you down. You didn't argue with letting him help, wrapping a cut wouldn't be the end of the world and he looked like he knew what he was doing. You pursed your lips lightly, "Thanks for the help by the way."

The sting of alcohol rubbing against the blood oozed a veil of light pain through your body. Then his hands grew busy wrapping your leg, "It's nothing. Besides, you helped us get back. I know I'm stubborn sometimes and everything, so I'm sorry for being a bit of a dick."

You tilted your head, "Looks like you had a change of heart." he scratched the back of his neck. You trailed on, "I kinda like seeing this side of you, I mean, I didn't expect you to be . . . Well, nice."

Mike dropped his head, eyes cupped with guilt. "I'm just not good with meeting new people."

"That's fair." You leaned back, muscles relaxing. You studied the rural interior of the infirmary, checkered with aging wood and relics starting to rot with age. Cobwebs edged the corners and you could inhale enough dust to send you into a coughing fit, not the best place to get patched in that's for sure.

Your eyes flickered to his longing gaze, "Something wrong?"

"No, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts," he declared. "Can you stand?"

You slid off the stool and applied pressure which prompted you to stumble. Luckily you caught and dug into his arm. "Still hurts a little bit."

"We can wait here." He suggested shyly. "I mean, I can go."

You folded your arms. "No, I want you to stay."

"Really?"

"You seem fun."

He fumbled with his hands before chuckling lightly, you could get used to this sunny side of him.

[ballblender]

"You can't film here."

Uramichi Omota x singleparent!tvstationworker!reader

summary: uramichi finds reader in the prep room, awkwardness ensues.

(LMAO IDK WHAT TO LABEL THE READER AS - also not much of an actual romance fic, more like an extra scene (if that makes sense??))

cw: sfw, workplace, reader was previously married to a man, secret pining, uramichi's tiredness lol

First non-headcanon post - tell me if there's any errors, I do not check these over.

"Thanks for coming today everyone!"

"WOOO!!"

"Thank you Uramichi!"

The screams and shouts of joyful children ring throughout Uramichi's ears, as he forcibly stretches his smile beyond what he thought was even possible. It's not like he doesn't want to be smiling, but when it's part of the job description, it doesn't feel that fun anymore. It's not like the children hadn't noticed it too; the dark circles of tiredness under his eyes, fitted with his pale complexion, it was no surprise that Uramichi had started being nicknamed 'Panda Bear' by the TV station president's grandson; it's just a shame that his co-workers started calling him that too.

"Nice work today, Mr Panda!"

The grating sound of Derekida's voice: not exactly what he wants to hear right now.

"Now, go over to the Prep Room, we need you to star in the new segment next week, and we need to measure you for the pig costume!"

A pig? Of all things?

As Uramichi walks to the Prep Room, only the worst scenarios run through his mind. Is the pig costume multicoloured? Will I have to wear a snout? Will I have to walk on my hands and feet for the entire segment? Will I have to do gymnastics in the costume?

That's when he hears rustling, and the sound of a phone video recording starting.

He unlocks the door, scanning the room, making sure there aren't any theives; not that anything that comes out of Hanabee's mind is worth stealing...

He catches sight of you, panning the phone camera across the set pieces, costumes and props.

"Hey..." he says.

You jolt a little, ending the recording, and turning around.

"You can't film here." His expression isn't exactly one of strong conviction, but he's suspicious of you nonetheless.

You slip your phone back into your pocket and say "I know, I'm sorry, my kid just really loves 'Together with Maman', so I wanted to show him some of the things that we made for next week's segment."

His face softens a bit at your explanation, before his eyes fall onto the pig costume; and it drops again.

"...you made this...?" You can hear the tiredness in his voice: he's not looking forward to next week.

You let out a pathetic giggle, sympathizing with his dislike towards the - certainly interesting - design.

"Well, it was initially meant to look like this,", you show Uramichi a sketchpad with an array of concept designs, "but Hanabee was screaming about how "It's Wrong!" or "You need to do it again!", so this is the result of the last 5 days of overtime.".

Uramichi flips through the pages of the sketchpad; obviously, it's a pig costume, one design can't be that much better than the other, but your sketches showed real skill.

"These, are actually good." Uramichi says, turning page after page of the sketchpad, looking at previous rejected designs.

You smile, happy to meet someone who genuinely appreciates your efforts. "Thanks." You start walking over to your bags and begin packing.

Curious to learn a little more about somebody on the team with actual talent, he asks you a question.

"You said you've been working overtime, is your husband watching your kid right now?"

"Oh, we're not married anymore, but my ex-husband is looking after him until next Monday."

"Oh- I'm sorry." Uramichi is a little shaken, afraid he's just asked a personal question, or maybe reminded you of something you didn't want to remember.

You've heard it all before, so this really doesn't bother you.

"Don't worry about it, our split was amicable.", you smile at him reassuringly.

He smiles back, eased by your kindness.

"I'm glad to hear that." he replies.

But. It's a little awkward now. Neither of you feel like you can just leave after that. So.

Suddenly, Mr Derekida bursts in, marvelling at the different costumes and props, followed by Edei, who tells him to "Calm down."

You take this as your cue to leave, waving at Uramichi, who does the same, before walking out.

Edei walks up to Uramichi with a smirk on his face.

"...Did I do something?" Uramichi asks, genuinely confused.

Edei's brows shift in confusion, "You mean, they didn't say anything?"

"Say what?"

"Y/N? They said nothing to you?"

"Well, we spoke, but it was like 1 minute."

Edei sighs in disappointment.

"You didn't hear this from me, but," Edei lowers his voice as to not allow Mr Derekida to eavesdrop.

"I overheard Y/N talking to Tadano the other day. They've got the hots for you man."

A lot of thoughts flood Uramichi's head at once; What?: They’ve got a kid...: I probably should already have kids...: Do I make a move?: Do I wait for them to make a move?: Do I even want them to make a move? Who even says "got the hots for you" anymore?

Edei chuckles a little at Uramichi's face, which is still processing what he was just told.

Mr Derekida slaps Uramichi on the shoulder, slamming directly on the area where the strain is the most painful, causing him to groan a little in pain, while also bringing him back to reality.

"Hope your shoulder gets better before next week, the kids need to ride the pig-horse in order to save the fish from the knight!"

....What does that even mean? And is that why the costume is so, that?

Uramichi sighs for what may well have been the hundredth time that day, before taking his leave.

"AND REMEMBER YOUR LINES!" yells Derekida.

As he walks home, Uramichi remembers Edei’s words.

Perhaps he should take a chance…

oh shit, he was meant to be measured for the costume.

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Well thanks for reading, this took forever, I don't know how to feel, goodbye.

can you tell i've never wrote anything like this before. don't tell me actually.

[kairithemang0]

Back on my “the lounge singer is Tatiana” bullshit (it’s a crack headcanon I know it’s not true but it’s fun to think about)

I haven’t talked about this in a bit so WOOO I GET TO TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN

So obviously, played by MKW. But that’s just an actor thing so what does it really matter

When I think of this part of the show, when she’s on stage singing the opening, I see it as she’s recounting this story. That she’s sharing this and that she KNOWS what’s happening

She would know because Curt told her, because he felt comfortable telling her. Also the way she looks over and Owen, it reminds me of Hermes in hadestown. She’s recounting this story hoping it will change, but it happens again. The story won’t change after the fall.

Idk, it’s silly but I personally love it. Idk man, I think it’s interesting

[thegoober010]

Hi!! Was wondering if you could do Mettaton X Reader headcanons or maybe a oneshot? Preferable fluff or hurt/comfort :DD

WOOO FIRST REQUEST AIGHT!!! OFC I CAN DEAR ANON!!

TW/CW: NONE!! Just straight up FLUFF hehehe!!!

oh and gender neutral reader btw!

also by the way dear anon I will do just some head canons BUT if you would like me to do a one-shot as well ya know ya can always send another request for the one-shot dearie!! hehehe!

"I'll spoil you rotten darling~!"

Oh sweet Metatton, so confident yet foolish to think he could never fall in love with someone, ESPECIALLY with a human at that. Due to his immense popularity, sometimes a few monsters in the underground would confess their undying love to him, but he would always reject them with a grin on his face.

But when you so suddenly appeared in his life his metallic heart would beat rapidly near your presence! Although he was still very confident he was so unsure of how to approach these new feelings for you. What should he do? Should he make something for you? Or perhaps have a quick battle with you? Why is he even overthinking you should be deemed lucky to even be so close to him! THE Mettaton! But he can't help but feel like this...

You two soon got way closer, he even enjoyed your presence and would allow you onto the sets of his show, hell sometimes he'd drag you around to meet other celebrities in the underground! (which there weren't many really..), he'd be with you during lunch breaks and everything! To the point it was a bit strange, but it never bothered you or him. He'd often be talking out about how great the shows are going and how he absolutely loves the new updates Alphy's has been adding to him since it makes him look even better

Of course after a while all his feelings just built on top of eachother and poured out in a deep confession so randomly, it was during filming on one of his usual programs where he confessed his love to you on TV. He swears ,even to this day that he didn't mean for it to happen, it just all sort of spilled out. But there was a part inside of him that also wanted to say it all out loud and let everyone know how much you ment to him so that no one could even think about trying to take you from him or try to get with him, in fact his confidence skyrocketed as he let out all his emotions, he seemed happier when he did, even blowing kisses at you from the screen.

Of course you accepted his feelings happily and this caused him to almost overheat! He was so joyful that you felt the same that his metallic body was so hot it almost burnt your skin.

Mettaton is seen as quite self-centered, he enjoys every ounce of your attention and only wants the spot-light on himself whenever you're around him, but he gives you an equal, or even a greater amount at times of attention as well.

It is no surprise that Mettaton loves praise, he enjoys being told how amazing he's done something or how great of a performance he did! He loves it when you give him compliments or talk to him about his shows and performances!

Mettaton is not one to shy away from physical touch, in fact he loves it. He loves holding your hand or giving you hugs from behind and running his metallic fingers through your hair.

Mettaton absolutely adores showing you off, whether in public or private he loves it. Whenever you're out somewhere he just has to announce that you two are together or that the amazing Mettaton has himself his own little darling that he loves very much! He will post little stories about you two, the dates you've had and so on

If you're ever feeling down Mettaton is an absolutely amazing listener! He'll always be there to comfort you whether it be through words and raising your self esteem or giving you a comforting hug and kisses all over your face he's there to listen to you!

Mettaton being a robot is usually very very cold to touch but whenever he feels very strong emotions his body starts to heat up. It's very obvious when he starts to feel happy around you, the biggest giveaway is when you hold his hand or hug him or you allow him to touch your shoulder or something of that sort that his body is usually always warm or overheating it's quite adorable at times.

He loves, and I mean LOVES, giving you nicknames, he will often call you things like "Dear, Darling, My Beloved, Baby, and Sweetheart"

He would definitely have fancy dinners with you, often taking you out with him and having self-care days! After all these are the times he cans shower you with love and affection since these are some of the only times he isn't doing his shows or programs or doing his little meet and greets!

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THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK OF ON THE SPOT!! sorry if this isn't what you wanted anon I tried my best while sleep deprived heh!

[marbl3z]

・❥・My darling.

Diluc x Deer!Reader

f-fluff?? maybe, like- idk, tiniest bit of smut if you look hard enough- uh. gn!reader, PETNAMES!

,. headcanons, mmm i have quite a bit hc's for diluc ehe,

IDK IVE LIKED THE IDEA OF DEER READER X CHARACTER- WE HAVE CAT/DOG/DRAGON CHARACTERS LEMME HAVE MY DEER- /LH

ALSO HAPPY FIRST DAY OF FALL !!! :D WOOO!!

Diluc loves his cervidae (deer) lover, he loves how you will make random chirping noises when you're cuddling with him. how you'll hide behind him when you meet with one of your friends who happen to be a Canidae hybrid. how you groom yourself, keeping your hair soft and fluffy, how you'll put his hand up to your face when you want him to pet your fluffy deer ears.

you'll take so long to come to bed, using a soft brush to detangle your fur, sometimes you'll ask him to help you get water out of your ears, or ask him to brush your tail as you brush your human hair. the scent of apples and cinnamon present on your skin as he gently brushes your tail. pressing a kiss to your neck, smiling down at you. you hum a gentle tune as you brush through your hair, not paying attention to the man behind you.

his crimson eyes soften at the sight, your bare back facing him. your doe eyes looking at yourself in the mirror, you meet his eyes, he smiles. you're so small compared to him, so fragile. he wants to protect you as much as he possibly can, hold you in a warm embrace, kiss your soft hair, kiss your freckled face.

he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. your fluffy tail wagging side to side lovingly, your fluffy ears flicking as he massages the soft fur. he hums, as your cheeks flush, kissing your cheek watching you basically melt in his touch.

"You almost done, Pumpkin?" he whispers lowly, not wanting to rush your precious self care.

"a few more minutes..." you trail off, distracted by him kissing your neck and collarbone. you turn to him, your bottom lip tutted out in a pout as he teases you. "mean.." you mumble, going back to the vanity.

he grins, placing his hand on your hip. he glances down at you, you're curling the brush to make your hair as bouncy and fluffy as you can without getting the hot iron or curling iron. he goes across the room, pulling a novel out of the bookcase you two shared, the gentle light of the oil lamp next you makes his features look so chiseled and defined. when he sits on the bed, looking at the pages of the book, he looks so handsome, his arm flexes as he turns a page. it makes your heart flutter, he flicks his eyes up to you. your cheeks flush and you continue to brush your hair.

he grins when you turn back to the mirror, your frame's silhouette looks flattering against the oil lamps warm light. you finish your routine, coming to a stand. you take a deep breath, your small tail wags with the naughty thoughts going through your head when his large hands wrap around your hips. when his chest expands with each inhale and exhale, his low voice whispering sweet things in your ear.

"whatcha thinkin' about, lovely?" Diluc places a hand on your hip, his thumb rubbing your soft skin. he snaps you out of your thoughts, your cheeks flush embarrassingly.

"n-nothing.." you mumble, walking away from him, going to the closet and grabbing one of his shirts, slipping it over your small frame.

his eyes trail down your curves to your fluffy tail sticking out from the shirt, his heart swells as you walk towards the bed, your fluffy hair bouncing with every step. you sit on the bed, criss-cross, as if waiting for him to come back to the bed.

he walks towards the bed, his eyes meeting yours. his pajama pants slipping slightly off his hips as he climbs in bed, hovering over you. you gulp placing a hand on his chest, it's warm. he brings your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles softly, your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. its not the first time you've been in this situation with him, but every single time it makes you weak in the knees.

You feel so small when he's above you, your tiny hand in his, his strong hands on your hips. Keeping you in place, or moving you with ease. Afterall you are his sweet little deer. He protects you and keeps you spoiled and loved, and you can't help but feel like royalty when you're in his presence, he treats you as if you're the sweetest, most precious thing in the world.

He leans over you, his face so close to your ear. "Is it finally time for bed, Darling?" He teased, rubbing his hand on your knee lovingly.

You nod your head despite your brain saying no, you wanted to have more fun with him. It was quite late. He picked you up with ease, pulling you close to him, with one hand holding you up like a princess, the other moves blankets back so you two can cuddle. He places you down, turning over to turn off the oil lamp. Wrapping an arm around your waist lazily, brushing your hair out of your face. Suddenly it was as if sleepiness hit you like a truck, you struggled to keep your eyes open, nuzzling closer into his chest, your little tail wagging softly underneath his shirt.

He combed his hand through your hair, it was soft and bouncy. The curls bouncing right back into place with every brush of his hand. He yawned, a gentle rumble against your fluffy ears. Eventually, both of you fell asleep. Despite waking up in a different position he always had an arm or his hand touching you, keeping you safe— within arms reach.

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mmm soft n sweet, maybe I'll expand on this more!

Also! I just realized how much I do gn!reader and I wanna say; if you ever want a gender specific fic don't be afraid to request!! /nf !!

I'm open to do fem!reader, male!reader or anything in-between!!

[laugtherhyena]

I don't know what LINUJ was thinking when he chose to make Yoruko's upperclassman and Minako two separate characters but personally I don't really mind it? Mostly cause when I see background characters that don't officially appear beyond a few mentions, I go, "A character that barely has a skeleton of a personality that I can mold to my whims?! WOOO!!" and then proceed to squeeze them like a stress ball. I don't think about Amane (the upperclassman) a lot, especially in comparison to Kojiro, but I think it'd be fun to explore her character as I do have a project idea with her as part of the cast but it's kinda on the backburner of my brain cause I'm trying not to make too many projects at once cause I'm already struggling to juggle a bunch of other stuff at the same time. That being said, on the topic of Amane's pink hair, I actually think it's dyed?? Not sure cause I only just got passed the second bad end with my friend in Chapter 6 so we haven't seen the context of Yoruko's CG where she's in her fantasy, so take this with a grain of salt, but for some reason the wiki labels the CG as Yoruko talking to Minako??? And the woman shown has her hair having faded pink tips, revealing that her roots are actually brown. Ngl, the idea that Minako (still) dyes her hair to the color she has today is really funny but I think that's just the wiki editors messing up on whos who. Sometimes wikis aren't the most reliable source of information when you want to quickly review something without replaying the game and stuff, and I think it makes more sense that in Yoruko's fantasy, she'd be reunited with who she believes is her upperclassman, even if she cares about Minako. And if we take her appearance in the fantasy as truth from what little we can see of her, that means that both Amane and Yoruko dyed their hair for their hostess job (although Yoruko did it to mimic Amane specifically), lmao.

But yeah, I think the sequel cast having connections to the characters of the previous game is a really neat tie-in, even if it's not very strong and it's interesting to explore their connections with each other in fanon. My headcanon with Setsuka and Teruya being sibling figures to each other could be interesting since they actually reunite through their work, and probably spent a lot of time catching up and getting to know each other again. Which makes it hurt even more when Setsuka goes missing. Like, Teruya probably freaked out when he realized he hasn't heard from Setsuka in a long time and tried to push for an investigation to search for her which Kinjo put a stop to due to his own plans with Syobai. Poor guy was probably torn between disobeying orders to find Setsuka since he didn't want to lose another important person in his life or falling in line to Kinjo due to his loyalty to him. But if Kinjo were to suggest that she might've been kidnapped for the killing game, possibly to "fill in space," Teruya probably chose to fall in line since stopping Mikado's killing game would probably be the closest way to save Setsuka, even if he wanted to do more. And we all know how that worked out...

On a much lighter note, in a Non-Despair AU where Setsuka and Kojiro cross paths again after many years, I like to think that they reignite their friendship since I see Kojiro being more upset over Setsuka ghosting him (and Teruya) for years without an explanation than the fact that she cheated and got herself banned in billiards, which probably caused some controversy with his sponsorship for her. Hell, he probably thought she was dead or something with how long he didn't hear from her. That's kinda what happens when you go into hiding instead of confronting the consequences of your actions, Setsuka. But once they get pass the initial awkwardness, Setsuka and Kojiro becomes best buds again. They also become drinking buddies with Teruya (as an adult) chaperoning them, much to his (affectionate) annoyance.

It's crazy to me how he just made this random ass character instead of making Minako herself be the upperclassmen, like that would have led to a much stronger connection between Yoruko and the first killing game's class than Minako just so happening to be the boss at the bar her and Amane worked at.

Slight tangent here but, seriously, Amane Kaira? Two letters away from Akane Taira? I know Linuj has a track record of having characters with similar names in the another series, but this ridiculous. How were we seriously meant to believe this was a real person? Because for the longest time i just assumed that "Amane Kaira" was the fake ID Minako used when she worked at the bar with Yoruko since she mentioned both of them had it because they were minors back then.

As for the wiki, i believe it really is just flat out wrong when it says that's Yoruko talking to Minako (which generated this whole misconception) because those CGs were first uploaded there just a little after Ch6 came out so we didn't had everything properly translated back then and it just never got fixed + just from the little we see of this girl you can tell she's not meant to be Minako

In addition, the hair color of the girl in the Cg is a soft pink whereas Minako's is a pink closer to a purple-ish (violet-ish, whatever you wanna call it) tone + from both of her sprite galleries Minako's hair really doesn't seem to be dyed when you compare it to characters we know have dyed hair in the series (Emma has visible brown streaks in her blonde hair and Hajime's is really really light at the top for some reason)

And if this isn't enough, Linuj straight up adresses her as her own person in Yoruko's character sheet (translation by ToastCat333)

So yeah, Amane, the totally real person who is not Minako Tomori! As much as this stuff annoys me, I can't say I'm not a fan of picking minor characters and making up ocs out of them, I'm curious to see what you'll make up of this character.

[kirans-wonderland]

Headcanons for (if you’re ok with it.) Twst staff if the reader showed them the movie Damsel (2024) on Netflix. It’s a good movie.

The trailer makes it look woke but the main girl is NOT the girl power,strong,bitchy woman,who can beat the enemy from the start kind of main character that we see in so many movies now a days.

She’s not, it’s a survival movie and she LEARNS how to survive in the place she is literally thrown.

I hope I this is what you were thinking! The movie was great. Thank you for the request <3

cw: Damsel spoilers

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Trein:

not a big movie watcher so it took some convincing

he’s the type to mumble comments throughout a movie

“There’s no surviving that fall. She would be dead” … Hush and watch the movie

He holds Lucius a little closer during the scene with the burning birds

He understood the dragon’s pain because of his own daughters

“How could that small bit of blood fool the dragon like that? It is preposterous”

“She should have died four times by now” … Suspension of disbelief Mozus jeez

He somehow almost fell asleep during the action

“The girl knows her worth… good” He commented as she didn’t spare the prince.

His final verdict: “it was not brain dead. I did enjoy it. Thank you”

Crewel:

He prefers to watch media alone, but he agreed none the less

He is silent while watching it

he does visibly tense whenever her dress is ripped

Though he is quiet, he’s making a long list in his head

As soon as the credits begin to roll, all his thoughts come pouring out

“Such a beautiful dress, RUINED!!”

He loves the costumes

He dives deep into how Elodie’s character development was shown in her color palettes

Later you would definitely find him designing clothes off screencaptures of Elodie’s wedding dress

Prepare to hear grumbling comments about the ruined dress for the next couple days

His final verdict: He loved the costumes… that’s all you can get him to talk about

Crowley:

So he can get movies from your world but not send you home?

He cries a lot for some reason

You can’t tell if it’s genuine or he’s trying to appease you by acting interested in the movie

The only time you are sure his crying is real is when the dragon babies were killed. (He’s not beating the Malleus’ father allegations)

He pulled his “oh how gracious!” card when she spares the dragon

Mans full on laughs when the kingdom gets torched

His final verdict: All he does is smile.. no words.. just smile

Sam:

Of course! He’s excited

He’s a pretty quiet movie watcher

The most he talks is about the glowworms

He finds them fascinating and imagines how many ways that they could be used

The blood ritual also peaks his interest

He appreciates how resourceful and creative Elodie is

His final verdict: He liked it. “I’d watch it with you again if you’d like~”

Vargas:

Again, not a big movie watcher but eventually you get him to sit still

I don’t know what’s going on in his brain, but he’s rooting for the dragon

He’s cheering like it’s a sports game

“WOOO! YEAHH! GET HER!! YEAH! WOO!”

It’s a big dichotomy at how pumped and loud he is during the chase scenes in comparison to how silent he is during.. anything else

His final verdict: “The dragon should have won” but.. she kinda did- “the dragon should have won.”

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

Okay Radio Guard Charlie deep dive written by a tired, about to pass out college student, wooo.

So this is probs gonna be long so fair warning.

To start off, Charlie, canonically in Radio Guard, barely remembers her mom (yes I am going down the super angsty route since I like to torment myself and it adds extra angst drama flare). As a trade off, Charlie has a better relationship with Lucifer so compared to other Charlies probably.

That said, it did take awhile for Lucifer to come back into the picture, so for a good while, Alastor was her sole caretaker. Like mentioned in a previous ask/lore dump, Alastor was there for a lot of core memories. And because of that, Alastor did influence a lot. Besides the stuff I mentioned before, Charlie grew up learning to play the piano. She also grew up listening to Alastor's radio show, a lot (due to a headcanon that, by Lucifer's permission or not, a study was transformed into Alastor's own personal radio studio in the castle so he could keep an eye on Charlie easier). Because of the radio show, she grew up hearing stories of Alastor's past and what he did, although she only got the full picture when she got older and Alastor felt comfortable sharing the full stories with her (graphic details and all, only if she said she could stomach them). One of the many fond memories Charlie has is falling asleep in Alastor's arms while he was doing a radio show when she was still young and waking up briefly, barely half awake, to hear Alastor speak without his radio filter and how calming and kind it sounded (she also remembers how tired he sounded but how warm his smile was. And while she knows Alastor will deny it, she vaguely remembers Alastor kissing the top of her head like how a father would with his child when she was drifting back to sleep).

Charlie personality wise is pretty much the same. She is still bubbly and happy, but not as naive as her canon self. I think, again with Alastor influence (with some of Lucifer's influence too), I think Charlie knows there are some sinners out there who just, cannot be redeemed to save their lives. It was a hard lesson for her but it was a lesson she needed to learn. I also think in a weird way, Alastor's weird sense of justice probably rubbed off onto Charlie. She doesn't agree with his methods (i.e brutally killing, torturing, and broadcasting a sinner's screams on his show), but like she gets why he does the things he does too. But even then, she still asks him to go easy on people and try to be open-minded (fun fact: the ONLY reason Alastor didn't snap Radio Guard!Vox like a twig in a blind rage when they reunited was because of Charlie asking Alastor to not hurt him and to give him a chance. That is mainly because Charlie was very in the dark about Alastor and Vox's relationship prior, but even if she knew, she would still ask Alastor to give Vox a chance since Vox didn't seem so bad).

Other stuff to note and add to! Like mentioned in a previous ask/lore dump, Charlie knows old songs. The three she remembers the most is: Daisy Bell, The Teddy Bear’s Picnic and Tiptoe Through the Tulips. Daisy Bell is kind of more angsty reason (i.e, it's a song she always heard Alastor sing but never got why he sang it until one day in the hotel she overheard Vox singing a few of the lyrics to himself). She has a record player where she plays a lot of old music or jazz. She does actually have a radio, it's a small little portable one, that is more of a 1940s model then 20s or 30s (she saw it in the window of a store one day and begged Alastor to get it for her when they were going on a walk). For a good bit of time, growing up, she spoke solely in 1920s to 1930s slang. Alastor found it funny, Husk did not. They begged her stop though when she kept demanding giggle juice, as giggle juice is booze and she thought it was just juice that made you happy. (Alastor voice: It does but you are like 9, so, you cant have it. /j).

As for clothing style, if you remember her pilot outfit, the one with the suspenders and that is black and white. Yeah that is just her canon outfit now. She wears a lot of suspenders and more masc 1920s clothing. Alastor helped her pick out the clothes when she asked if she could wear clothes similar to his era and he was happy to help (and he will deny he cried tears of joy, no rosie, you have no photo evidence of that, what do you mean?). She even has a cute little news boy cap to match her outfit! I also think Radio Guard Charlie's hair is either shorter or always in a updo, like a messy bun!

(and smacking this near the end, while writing this, i took a small break and got notified of the fic with radio guard alastor and just, chef's kiss, I love it. 10 out of 10 fanfic anon!)

-⚔️ anon

LORE LORE LORE

Alastor's comment on the "giggle juice" had me laughing for several minutes ngl. I love love love the outfit you've come up with for her too

[intotheelliwoods]

Welp, I guess I have a peepaw now. Proud new owner of a peepaw au over here, with the twist of both leos now missing an arm. oops.

(now called 2 Arms Left)

Anyways, no thanks to @/dandyloesturtles I may or may not have another long comic idea wooo!! Cannot wait to spend 6 hours on that just like the last comic, give me a while with that one though my schedule is a little tight this week oops

Below the cut I got some ideas/important notes on the AU overall regarding character and setup, if anyone is interested~

Notes on Future Leo:

- When Mikey opened the portal to bring Leo back, the universe went “well theres two of them idiot, we dont know which one you want to save so you get both of them”, Mikey proceeds to open a portal which is split down the middle, one side is present Leo, who gets pulled out of the prison dimension (with a VERY missing arm, more on that in a bit). The other side of the portal is low and behold, future Leo, who falls through after tripping his way in just moments before being incinerated to oblivion in his timeline

- Instead of the usual tension between Future and Present Leo, im going for something a bit more wholesome with this. Future Leo sees his old self, and is just grateful that there was something within him even back then that sparked a form of redemption. He is proud of the means his old self went to, he did what was right, had good intentions, and in the end he is still good at heart. Always has been. Just took a really good push.

- As for cool arm headcanons, based off the scrapped movie intro. The arm is gone to the shoulder itself, no movement is left in the arm whatsoever, and the stump itself has been replaced with a massive steel port that is basically screwed into his side to stabilize his whole big robot arm. Anyways since the arm is very much not to his specs, the shoulder port gets sore after wearing it for long periods of time, and he takes it off before bed just so its easier to sleep. Then in the mornings he is usually too lazy to put it back on. With not a high steaks life like he used to have there is not such a demand for both arms anyways. The arm of course goes back on whenever leaving the lair of course though, easier to get around like that

Notes on Present Leo:

- Yup. He is missing an arm too now. Lost it within the few minutes he was in prison dimension with the kraang. He does not elaborate on details to anyone but his future self, and frankly everyone is a bit scared to push it anyways till the wounds have healed (literally).

- Yeah, he thinks his future counterpart is one of the coolest people he knows. Flat out. It fills him with such pride that he rose to the top and was looked up to by so, so many people in some twisted reality.

TLDR: this peepaw is leos emotional support and physical therapy peepaw <3 to heal my soul from the hurt the other peepaws cause my soul