#THEY'RE JUST SO LITTLE... IN THIS BIG CRUEL WORLD...

[delimeful]

OOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FLUFFY WIBAR BABYS!!!!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!! VIRGIL IS JUST SO CONCERNED WHILE THE BABIES ARE JUST "YES! TREE! LAUNCH PAD! PATTON APPROVES SO THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR" WHILE VIRGIL IS LIKE "THERE IS EVERYTHING TO FEAR! THEY ARE SO FLUFFY AND CUTE I WILL DIE BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE I MIGHT SQUISH THEM!"

I love that Logan just pulls out a camera. He's so interested in learning about Humans "oh God it's cute I must save it" instinct. Roman gets to witness Human Childcare Instinct in real time.

^ real footage of virgil when faced with ampen fledglings

[lydscare]

Hi! Could you make a preferences/hc of the pro/hoo characters how they cuddle and/or sleep with there s/o?

cuddling hcs with pjo/hoo characters

a/n: these kinda went into general pda hcs, but hopefully it's still good tho

warnings: possible hints of angst + trama, cause who dosen't have it :')

reader tends to be gender-neutral //  my masterlist

annabeth

i feel like when cuddling w/ annabeth that there's not really a big spoon or little spoon posistion

it's mainly just your arms wrapped around each other, just a tangle of arms and limbs

dosen't really hug you too much in public but always needs a goodbye hug from you before you go somewhere

she also likes acting out as your pillow with you head on her chest/lap (she probably reads you a book too :))

bianca

her hugs are really comforting and warm

she always knows when you need one

she can just tell

she's memorized your body language to a t

might whisper some comforting words here and there

could make any surface feel soft when her arms are wrapped around you

calypso

i think she likes to be held more than to hold someone

she can hold you tho, and she's great at comforting you

likes to hum or sing you little songs and melodies

she likes when you play with her braid too

overall good experience

clarisse

i feel like she gives good bear hugs

she has some meatystrong arms so her hugs are kinda firm, like she's reminding you that she's there and no one can hurt you

her hugs are also surprisingly warm so they're extra comforting

connor

connor's hugs are a little more firm then travis's but still all the more comforting

he likes taking his time with hugging and cuddling

he likes spinning you around too when he gets excited

travis

travis hugs are very playful and warm

likes to come up from behind and give you a surprise hug

also moves around a bit when cuddling but it's fine, he just wants to get in a comfy position :))

also loves spinning you around

ethan

i kinda feel like he's a side hugger

so not too big on cuddling

he's not exactly avoidant of pda but he's not looking for it

might put his arm around you every once in a while

when cuddling he likes to be the big spoon, he finally feels like he can be of use and protect you from the cruel world :')

frank

gives the best bear hugs (both literally and metamorphically)

at first he's pretty awkward w/ hugging but grows to love it

he can shapeshift into just about any animal to have a different cuddling arrangement

one day you're being snuggled by a dragon, who's wrapped protectively around you, and the next you're holding a cute lil labrador puppy in your hands

needless to say it's an overall wholesome expierence :)

grover

the first time you hugged him, poor goat bby didn't know what to do

like where is he supposed to put his hands??

but after a while gets used to them

not to big of a hugger but enjoys it

has to get over the awkwardness of it at first tho

but afterwards enjoys it

just never sneak up on him

hazel

i don't know how else to describe her hugs other than sweet

her hugs are super comforting and grounding

just sneak up on her and give her a surprise back hug

she lets out the cutest giggle whenever you do it :')

even though she probably heard you coming

always wants to make sure you're comforting when cuddling, she dosen't want to overstep any boundaries of yours so

jason

not exactly looking for cuddles or pda in general, but he's not going to hate affections either

he'll most likely be wanting cudddles after a long day of praetor duties, helping at chb, or school

he won't want anything else, just to be held by you for a few good long minutes

with that being said however, he is more of a big spoon type of guy

leo

he's like a human furnace

always super hot warm

very comforting and cozy

he loves snuggling

in general he's a very touchy person so a arm's usually always around you

loves holding you

after a long day of working on little trinkets and fixing up things he likes to be held by you (arms around your waist, face on your shoulder)

play w/ his hair pleaseee it's very soothing

luke

sturdy?

he has some pretty strong arms so his hugs are a bit firmer than he'd honestly prefer

likes to put his hands around your waist with your hands placed over his

also he likes when you just play with his fingers or stroke his arms lovingly

((also has a really good grip

nico

he isn't much of a hugger, to other people anyways

but with you, he practically craves your touch

it always has to be in a closed off space tho

he's not the biggest fan of pda, but alone with you,,

he practically clings onto you like a lil koala bear

loves wrapping his arms around your waist and burrying his face in your neck

he just needs someone to touch every once in a while to keep him grounded :')

side note: he is pretty cold, like ALL the time so ye

percy

percy the pillow jkjk

fr tho, he likes just placing his head on your chest as his arms around your waist when cuddling

also is a fan of getting his hair played with

he goes back n forth between lil spoon and big spoon

he also just finds your presence itself very comforting

and your smell

goes to sleep with the biggest grin on his face

piper

another hummer

she likes it when you braid her hair

she also like brushing her nails through your hair and scratching at your scalp

she likes holding you more than being held

can be very comforting

a quick hug from her also brings a great feeling

rachel

appreciates signs of pda in general

enjoys holding you and playing w/ your hair

can just walk up to you, give you a hug and walk away randomly

she is moreover a quality time person sooo

reyna

not really a hugger tbh

she has lots of walls built up sooo

she's also not much of a physical person

but she might be good with a hug or two after a long day

if she were to cuddle she'd be pretty stiff at first and need to ease her way into it

thalia

likes wrapping her arms around your neck and just looking at you with so much adoration in her eyes

she really likes being held from behind when sharing a bed

also likes to play with your fingers

will

his hugs are so warm and comforting (obvs)

i feel like he'd be the type to just be gossiping w/ you while you two are tangled together, he's playing with your fingers and all but still has your undivided attention

probably majority of the time os the big spoon but would like being the little spoon on especially hard and stressful days

zoë

as much as i looove zoë, i don't think she is much of a hugger :'(

she's very stiff at first bc she isn't really used to soft touches or touching in general

but then eventually relaxes and will end up not wanting you to leave her

she likes when you play with her hair

she can give good back rubs

she proably will end up being the little spoon on most days tho

also gets tired and ends up wanting cuddles

it helps give her a space of calmness after a long day out hunting

it's soothing

[ifyoucandaniel]

i know we all love our jason “reads classical literature and makes obscure literature references” todd, and usually damian is the other reader in the family and they either bond over their love for classical literature or try to kill each other. however i would like to take this a step further and say that EVERYone in the batfam are big readers. i come from a big family and all of us read in some way or another so here are my headcanons for the bats:

jason, as we know and love, is a massive classic literature buff. pride and prejudice, the brontë sisters, the iliad (he swears achilles and Patroclus are the greatest love story of all time), etc. he IS pretentious and everyone groans when classic literature is brought up in any debatable capacity. however his all time favorite book is the princess bride and he would die for buttercup. when the whole family starts watching jujutsu kaisen, jason reads the manga just so he can spoil things for damian that never actually happen. the day a new episode comes out jason tells damian panda was actually a spy and kills megumi. damian tries to kill him with his cereal spoon

while damian was with the league talia made sure he was sufficiently educated in classic literature in all their original languages, and he doesn’t mind a good classic. however i think he actually reads a lot of manga and children's classics. he read where the red fern grows and old yeller and cried, but he won’t ever admit it. he loves shonen and shojo manga, he really likes naruto and attack on titan (i can’t really decide what i think he’d like actually)

Dick is a smut slut girly!! he is in a bookclub with babs and steph where they read the sluttiest books to ever make it through publishing. He read ACOTAR and was constantly facetiming babs to rant. they're currently reading haunting adaline. Bruce once asked what the big deal was when the girls were talking to dick about fouth wing in the kitchen and they all looked at him with such offended expressions he never asked again

tim is also a pretentious fucker, but he reads dark academia. he will ride or die for Donna Tarte, his copy of the secret history is always on the desk by the batcomputer and he takes if we were villians on patrol with him. jason fucking hates his books and they're always fighting on who's taste in books is better. jason actually really loved a little life a cried seven times while reading it, but he would rather die than concede

steph is an AO3 girly!! she's part of the slut bookclub with dick and babs, but at heart she's an ao3 girly. she's also written her fair share of bruce wayne x batman fanfics. she once read a superbat fanfiction out loud to the boys and dick was absolutely enthralled, duke was morbidly facinated, damian had never been more disgusted in his life, and jason laughed so hard he almost threw up

duke reads a lot of comics (spiderman is his favorite because i say so and the MCU is their comic world), and he likes X-men and wolverine. he also really likes high fantasy and has read every book brandon sanderson has ever written

Cass like romance novels and ya books. damian acknowledges her taste in books after she defends his stance on harry potter and percy jackson being classics when jason tries to argue that they don't belong in the same category as his books. she read the cruel prince and convinced bruce to get her a snake she named percy. she reads books damian recommends and he would never actually say it out loud, but he secretly loves sharing his books with her and feels a lot closer to her because of her willingness to read what he recommends

bruce isn't typically a reader (he's too busy serving justice and kicking ass) but he will read books that his kids ask him to. he read the entire wheel of time series with duke and would go on patrols with him after just to talk about it. he read the golden compass to dick when he first took him in, and he read all of jane austen's books after jason told him he must be illiterate if he'd never picked up a classic

now what about alfred...

i dont have time to do everyone else and this is super rushed, but I just couldn't stop thinking about dick and babs having a little book club and reading the sluttiest books ever

[grimalkinmessor]

Just to put a lot of my posts and beliefs about Light Yagami's character in one post (headcanons not included):

• He does not do anything for purely moral reasons. The reason he started killing criminals was because he was curious, and then afterward his "crusade" was built from panic and spite. He thought using the Death Note was going to kill him, so he decided to take everyone he considered a threat to society down with him—that way he would still be good. He would still be remembered. If he can't live, then criminals don't deserve to either. The weight loss and the insomnia shown in the manga, were more likely results of a fear of dying than moral stress.

• Then Light discovers he won't die. This negates part of the spite, but not the need for a moral justification to keep himself "good". He no longer needs to be a martyr, so instead he's chosen to become a God.

• During this week and half of time, Light goes from being a bored, lonely, listless teenager disgusted with the world because it's not how his father taught him it should be, disgusted because if he can manage perfection why can't the rest of the world—to a boy with a new friend and a new mission that gives him purpose. Something interesting. If the world can't be perfect on its own, he'll have to help it. The world needs his help, making him its "savior".

• In comes L. It is no longer about Kira, no longer about saving the world from itself, even if he might tell himself it is—it's about the game. Kira was a fun pastime, yes, but L has made things so much more interesting. (Light and Ryuk are actually wildly similar in several ways it's just not immediately obvious). This game is more fun, too, because this time he has an opponent—one not so nebulous as "the criminals of the world", who offered no challenge. Light is still justifying his actions through a lens of morality, because he has to, but they're beginning to run rather thin.

• Both the broadcast and the obvious taunts to L through changing Kira's killing methods supports the above. "You're too stupid, L. If you were just a little smarter, we could've had some fun." Drawing L in was to progress their game, not Kira's goals. If Light truly only cared about Kira's vision, Kira's new world, Kira's righteous justice; then he wouldn't have continued to play the game after the broadcast. There was no way for L to find him without Light drawing him in—the Death Note is literally the perfect murder weapon. Light knew this, he just ignored it because he wanted to play.

• In the same vein: Yotsuba Light doesn't know he's playing the game. He's forgotten that there even is a game, and so he sees L as someone who's been duped, who either isn't as intelligent as he's been made out to seem, or someone who's being purposefully cruel just because he can. Either way, to Yotsuba Light, L's threat level has only increased, because Light no longer has any sort of weapon to go against him with. He can't even wield his own innocence against him, because his innocence is not certain. Even to himself. Yotsuba Light knows that he has to play along with L's plays of friendship and morality in order to secure his freedom, but he does not respect L or like him. At least, not until near the end, where they're closing in on Higuchi. Where his freedom seems closer....and yet he sees his own, true innocence as more tenuous than ever. Notably, even when Light feels positively towards L there, he still does not share his suspicions about himself with him. His own life still takes precedence over any sort of justice or morality he might have, because Yotsuba Light is still Light. And Light will always put his own self-interests first.

• After killing L, something interesting happens. Because the game ends, but Kira is still left. And Light was willing to take risks and make wild plans in his game with L, but Kira's goals always, always came after his own life. And when only Kira's goals are left, Light stops taking those big, potentially lethal risks. (i.e. bomb desk trap, killing Raye Penber in person by handing him pages of the Death Note, killing Naomi Misora in person right in front of the police station, writing Higuchi's name while sitting right beside L with the murder weapon literally in his hand, etc. etc.). Winning the game was worth dying for—Kira's ideals are not. Or, to put it even more simply: His pride is worth dying for, but his morals are not. Five years after his victory against L, he's presented with another game, but instead of feeling fearful and excited as he did with L, Light is angry. Arrogant and angry. Because this isn't a game to these opponents, as it was to L—they're playing against each other, and Light is merely a piece in it. This game is not like his game with L; it's more like his "game" with the criminals of the world. One with no true challenge, just another defense of Kira's world—worth winning, but not worth dying for.

• Light's pride is more important to him than anything. He needs to be able to take pride in himself and his actions. Pride comes before everything else, before Kira, before family, before L, even before his own desires and physical health. He does not enjoy killing—he just turned it into something he could be proud of. Into another mastering of craft. Light is not particularly sadistic, he's just spiteful. He'll only take pleasure in someone's suffering if they make someone else suffer first, especially if that someone is him. Attacking his pride would count as making him suffer, because that's the most important thing in the world to him. Even though Light also values his life incredibly highly, attempting to kill him wouldn't invoke as much hell-hot wrath as attempting to humiliate him would. And Light will always get even. Always. He does not forgive and forget.

• He believes every lie he tells himself. Every. Lie. He is a Good Man. He is Good Son. He is a Savior. He is Better. He is NOT Evil, he is Good. He's incredibly adept at not only fooling other people, but fooling himself. Even if he's vaguely aware of the truth, he'll take great pains to make sure that truth never comes to light—because it would crush him.

• Light does not take his own desires into account. If he likes or wants something that contradicts with the perfect image he's crafted, he purges it from his mind. Makes excuses for why he doesn't need it, or even convinces himself very thoroughly that he didn't even want it in the first place. If it's not something he can be proud of (or convince himself to be proud of), he doesn't allow himself to desire it.

• Light sees everyone as beneath him (family notwithstanding, Light loves his family deeply), and while it's a pyramid scale of how far beneath him they are, it's not actually ranked by things like gender, sexuality, race—it's ranked by morality and intelligence. The more intelligent and moral you are, the higher up you are on the scale. Light feeling hostile towards someone does not always mean he sees them as further down beneath him; with L and Misa specifically, it means that they're a threat. Light tends to only see people near the top of the intelligence pyramid as threats; evidenced by him dismissing Matsuda completely even with the knowledge that Matsuda was a marksmen, and yet him immediately setting out to kill Naomi when he found out she figured out one of Kira's secrets. With Takada and Mikami, he treats them exactly the same as each other because they're both on the same level of the scale—and he didn't hesitate to get rid of either of them. (Or try to get rid of, in Mikami's case). Everyone is either a tool, a threat, a criminal, a citizen, or family to him. People to use (tool, criminal), people to serve and/or placate (citizen, family), and people to eliminate (threat, criminal). Everyone falls into at least one of these categories for him.

• Light Yagami is a tragic character. And he's a tragic character because he refuses to believe he's part of a tragedy. He would rather swallow broken glass than be considered a victim of anything.

[heartfullofleeches]

Gremlin Reader and either Creep or Tsundere Yan are two of the cutest pairs. A hyper, upbeat silly little guy (gn) and either their extremely moody, "fuck the entire world and everyone on it" obessor or one who everyone immediately flags as the killer in horror movies. Gremlin reader's positivity compliments Tsun yan's bitchy nature - and they'll always be there when Tsun needs them most as they find it all a good laugh. They also consider most of Creep Yans threats towards others as goofy harmless jokes - and boosts creep's self-esteem by simply being the one to stick around and feel completely safe at their side. (Gremlin could probably beat creeps ass with a brick and they'd find it the hottest thing)

-

[Creep Yan lovingly admires their new knife - clinging onto Reader's arm as they pant]

Creep Yan: what do you say, my love? Just a few... cuts... - and they can all go away~ hahahahaha

Gremlin Reader, smacking the knife out their hand: Blades are for skating, dummy. [Pulls identical pairs of roller skates out their backpack and gives a pair to Yan as they equip their own.]

Creep Yan: ...but I can't skate...

Gremlin Reader: then I'll teach you - eventually. For now just grab my hips and let's get moving

Creep Yan, flustered: h-hips?! But I... we... heh... hah- HAHAHA [Laughs hysterically til short of breath and falls head first into the wall from the dizziness - knocking themselves out cold]

[Gremlin Reader process to doodle on their face until they regain conscious in a panic]

Creep Yan: I-I'm alive?.... I thought I died and felt a cruel glimpse at heaven for my eternity in hell

Gremlin Reader: that's probably the marker fumes

-

[Tsun Yan invites readers to lunch which they thirty minutes late to]

Tsun Yan: Ugh- you're late again. I even gave you the wrong time so this wouldn't happen

Gremlin Reader, wearing five shirts: Sorry.... A guy was giving out free shirts to whoever beat him in rock paper scissors. I had to sneak these while he wasn't looking

[A week later Tsun Yan waits in a dressing room for their big recital - dreams crushed as they're informed their family won't show again. Gremlin reader's bursts into the venue ten minutes before showtime, racing down the rows with sparklers and confetti]

Gremlin Reader, pointing at their shirt with Yan's name on it as they face the growing crowd: I know this person!!

Tsun Yan, drying their tears as a small smile forms: dumbass... [points a nail filer at guards approaching Reader] Remove them from that fucking stage and I'll remove your head from your shoulders

[azrielgreen]

They're broken up.

It's been a year. Everyone's found a way to be around them now. Things aren't difficult like before, with the awkward silences and Dustin being visibly torn. Neither would ever ask for anything resembling allegiance, never. But the kids clearly felt torn, Robin would find ways to spend time with Eddie still, trying to tell Steve in the kindest way possible that, "oh, um, sorry, not tonight, I'm uh. Going to see his band, y'know? I already had the tickets and--"

Steve would shake his head, smile, kiss her cheek. "Go have fun, say hi to everyone for me."

He'd usually be going with her. His ticket's been given away.

Because they're broken up.

And it's been a year, so the awkwardness has faded for everyone. The kids are getting older, people are starting to drift. Steve's reasons to stay in Hawkins vanish one by one. The pond is small and he'll have to keep himself small to stay there.

Eddie didn't want to stay there. He had ideas, big bright plans that gleamed to Steve like neon; harsh, new, no.

But it's not why they're broken up.

Eddie didn't leave anyway.

Because when they broke up, they broke each other. Foundational crack of the love they shared, the time they spent, the little life they built in the ruins of the fight they can't ever tell anyone about.

They were in love and now... now they're not sure anymore.

The arguments got nasty, cruel, quiet.

Resentment and jealousy, nightmare and isolation. Easy to be in love when the world is ending, but in the harsh light of a boring Monday, they didn't know what to say, sometimes. Sex can only fill so many hours. And one awful day, when Steve asked why they were even together, Eddie stared at the floor, shook his head.

Steve left, wanting to be followed.

Eddie stayed, cried to be left alone.

They're stubborn.

Didn't talk it through.

It's been a year.

Things are different. Better. Worse.

They're at a bar with different people one night. Steve's friends from work, Eddie's band. They see each other. They stare.

They fuck in the bathroom, Eddie's hand over Steve's mouth and when they kiss after, it's tremulous and strange; the gentle violence of something reborn, something dying. They never did it like this before. Not so capable and knowing, not this confidence of touch with the counterbalance of emotional stability.

They fell in love when the world was falling apart and that love could not hold when it healed. They broke apart, healed alone.

Now, Eddie cradles Steve's face, studies him.

'Hey.'

Steve looks between dark brown eyes. Stranger, lover, Eddie. Not his Eddie, because they've grown now. Changed, but he's still him. He is still all the things Steve fell for.

They're wet with come and sweat, with spit-slick kisses and tenderness growing from fresh earth, room for roots to sink and seek. Not the stale pot that cracked, ceramic could not contain them both.

"Hey, yourself," Steve utters. "You still fuck real good."

Eddie smiles, kind of frowns like he's surprised.

"Like I could ever forget how, Harrington."

It's been a year. Maybe they needed that.

Maybe they needed a lot of shit they couldn't say to each other.

"Wanna get a drink?"

"Why not?"

Or maybe they just needed that time apart.

That's what they'll tell Dustin, anyway, when they call from Steve's bed the next day. Warm skin, lazy kisses, secrets and stupidity.

It feels like coming home after seeing the world, even though they never left Hawkins.

Not without each other.

[freesidexjunkie]

"If the Dalish could raise someone with a spirit like yours... have I misjudged them?"

This isn't blind flattery towards the Inquisitor. It's not "I'm questioning my whole plan of world ending because I have a crush" (if you romanced him.) "Have I misjudged them?"

He woke up and saw a hollow, empty, husk of a world with husks of people walking around, bickering and fighting over everything and nothing. He didn't expect to find beauty here. He didn't expect to find friends to care about (and he does genuinely care about them, in his party banter and dialogue). He didn't expect to find someone to love. Has he misjudged the Dalish, in his haste to write them off as a pale imitation? Has he misjudged the worth of this world?

The implications of that are staggering though. Imagine you have a house with your family. The house is rotten through and through; mildewed and molded, rotten floorboards, leaking ceilings. Doors and windows don't close, holes in the walls, termite-riddled supports. But there is no other house to live in. What do you do? Do you let your family keep living in that house, cold and wet and sick? Do you try to fix it? Where do you start? How much work will these renovations take? When do you start to consider that you could just tear the house down, and build a new one? You don't want to leave your loved ones with nowhere to live, but look at this house. It won't last like this. They deserve better.

So you do it. You start to tear down the house, even though it's a big risk. The biggest you've ever taken. But now, in this transitional period, where you're finally free to build a better house with sturdy walls and strong supports and a watertight roof and windows that shut - you lose your whole family. They can't live without a house.

You can't live without one, either. But imagine you come back, decades later, to find the house even more run down and destroyed. And there are people living in it. People who don't seem to care that the house is in such a sorry state - it's the only way they've ever known the house. And even though it's so ruined and rotten, it's far better than no house. They can't live without a house, either. But these squatters, these primitive, unrefined, barely grasping at how to live people. They are still in the house. The house you tried to tear down to build a better one. And maybe if you can just build a new house, a really good house, your family can come back. Or at least you can start to reclaim what you lost. And this miserable, dilapidated, sorry excuse for a shack is nothing but a sore on your memory now. The people inside are nothing compared to your family.

So you knock a giant fucking hole in the side of the wall. Didn't help, but you didn't get caught, and the people inside welcome you with open arms. You say you can help them, you know a lot about the house. Your nature isn't cruel and callous; you took these big risks in the first place because you can't help but care about people. So why does it surprise you so much when you start to care about these people? They're little more than children rooting around in the dirt, struggling to understand the house. They don't even know how bad the house is.

The house can't be left standing the way it is. That's very clear. But tearing it down, to make way for the house you dreamt of building... wouldn't that doom these people too? But can you let them keep living like this, in this filth and muck? You hate this house, this house that's taken everything from you. You want to destroy it and build a better home for all of you. Maybe even your family; if not them, you can build something new and reclaim what you lost trying to fix this house. But the house isn't a blight to the people here now; it's home, as horrid as it is. It's where they've loved and lived and wept.

Do you still try to repair what you can, piece by piece? Hoping your hands can replace the rot faster than it spread? Do you leave the house the way it is, pretend it's better to have this than nothing, even knowing how soon it could be nothing? The people here are sick, cold, dirty - just like your family. They're suffering, even if it is home. How do you handle this?

There are no easy or right answers. If you ignore the rot, it will spread; the effort it will take to fix the house might be more than building a new one, and people will fight you every step of the way to preserve their image of the house's wonky beauty. If you do tear it down, the people here now might die of exposure. If you told them you wanted to tear it down, they'd fight you tooth and nail; if you didn't, they'd still be inside when it came tumbling down. You'd lose more people. How much do you care about these people? Can you even reclaim your family, even if you do build the new house?

There don't feel like any right answers. The only wrong answer feels like inaction. But what action can you possibly take?

[luveline]

If ur still doing them, could u do a baby blurb of steve and y/n having a kid? Like how steve would be with a baby and as a dad? :)

YES I CAN tysm for ur request ♡ fem!reader | 0.8k words

"Oh, well this is just the worst," Steve says. 

You peek your head around the kitchen cabinet to watch him where he's kneeling in the living room, your daughter lying on the ground in front of him. 

She's prone to fits of apparent tiredness. She's not tired – she actually sleeps really well, aided by Steve's dedicated attention. He sings, he strokes her back, he rocks her for hours if he needs to. But there's not really any better way to explain why she loves the ground so much. 

"Daddy," she says, wiggling her foot out of his hand. 

Steve drops her tiny glittery converse onto the floor with a disappointed sigh. "Yeah, angel? What do you want?" 

She looks like Steve when she makes the face she's making, small features crumpled by a neediness you know well. She doesn't bother standing up because she knows her dad will make all the effort, and he does, leaning over her to take her small shoulders in his hands. She returns the embrace and it's adorable how little of his back she can encapsulate, how tightly she hugs him anyways. 

"You smell like your mommy," he tells her. "Don't tell me she's using all her fancy shampoos on you again." 

And she's so young she barely knows what he's saying, but he sounds like he's making a joke, his lightly accusing tone prompting a peel of guilty giggles. 

"Yeah, she has, hasn't she? I can tell." 

"Daddy…" She moves her hands, acting out what she wants. "Tickles." 

"You want tickles?" 

She hums. He pulls his head away from the carpeted floor and his hair drags over her face. She wriggles in his arms but doesn't try to escape. 

"Ooh," he whispers, all sweet and high-pitched. "So soft." 

She huffs quietly and his fingers slide from under her shoulders to her sides. He's a little mean as he starts to tickle her – never cruel but unrelenting, his fingertips dig into her ribs and don't stop until she's practically screaming laughing, her cloying laugh the most infectious sound in the whole world. 

You smother your own laughter with your hand and watch as Steve pulls back. "More tickles?" he asks. 

She laughs. 

"Yeah? You want another round?" 

You look quickly at your wrist watch and can't be bothered to feign any concern. You're definitely going to be late for Robin's dinner party – generous considering Nancy's the one who's cooking and you'll all likely eat it in their cushy living room watching TV – but they'll understand. Or, everyone but Robin will let you off. Robin will cut Steve to the bone with some uncalled for, familiar remark and they'll spend the night pretending they're mad at each other. 

You look back up when you hear the sound of a raspberry. Steve's yanked your daughter's shirt up to blow air against her stomach, laughing so much that every press of his lips is a struggle. She's giggling again, breathless and little legs kicking, one foot still without its shoe. 

You're getting kind of jealous to be left out of a perfect moment, and aren't entirely unselfish when you join them in the living room. 

"You're still missing your shoes, baby," you say, pretending to be cross. 

Steve looks up like a deer-in-the-headlights though it melts away when he realises you're not actually mad. "I'll hold her down," he says seriously. 

Steve moves down for another hug, your two loves catching their breaths as you manoeuvre a pink shoe onto her tiny socked foot and tie the laces. When you're done, you kneel in wait. 

They're too distracted to notice. 

"Aunt Robin says she got the biggest chocolate cake she's ever seen," he tells her softly, his hand against the side of her head, thumb petting her forehead. "And she's gonna cut you the biggest slice because you're the nicest. So big, you're gonna have to share it with me to finish it all." 

"You don't like chocolate cake," you say, perplexed. 

Steve looks sideways at you, smiling gently. "Of course I do." 

"But you always give it to me." 

He raises his eyebrows and lifts up his arm. You slot yourself underneath, hand over your daughter's stomach. As soon as you're close enough she lifts her head to give you a kiss. 

You laugh and find her hand. "You've really liked it this whole time?" you ask him, chest and tummy rolling in the simple pleasure of a love this sweet.

You're still pressing kisses to her face when you feel his lips, a heat on your cheek. "It's my favourite flavour," he says.

You look at him with wide eyes. "That's awful," you tell him. Awful as in lovely, as in too generous, as in I can't believe you love me that much. 

"Maybe," he says flippantly. "Double kiss?"

You both give your smiling girl a wet kiss on each chubby cheek. 

[riskyraiker]

I have a idea that reader is like a sheep in their monoform and then a black wolf in their alt form kinda like a wolf in sheep's clothing or sheep in wolf's clothing🤩

Oh. my. Gosh! I love this😍😍 Just imagine reader seeming like a sweetheart and all by looking like a sheep, but in battles looking like a wolf they're ruthless!!!

TFP bots with a reader whos bipedal mode looks like a sheep, but alt form is a wolf

You've been on the team as long as you landed on earth. Everyone thought you were so sweet and nice, since you look like a sheep, but why you didn't have an alt form? Well you do, but don't want to show it that much, being afraid of their opinion on you. The team did like having a second medic whose actually optimistic! Unlike Ratchet, who is always grumpy.

Back up was needed and the fight wasn't going well on your teams side. You demanded Ratchet to open the groundbridge which did confuse him, but still went with it. Running through and transforming, you bite the first vehicon who happens to be infront of you. The team thought someone new arrived since the wolf didn't even look like you. Half of the team was amazed about your ruthless acts, the other half was almost horrified! The fight was over...The bots was secure enough to come back from their hiding spots. Optimus spoke first, "With who do you fight? Autobot or an decepticon." Your alt form didn't have a badge for some reason. "Why are you asking optimus? It's me? Y/N."

Optimus prime

At first he didn't believe it was you, until you went back into your bipedal mode.

Was worrying why you hid this from them or did someone do this to you.

Treats you the same ofc! If you need a shoulder to lean on Optimus listens.

He would stand next to you if someone was against Cyberwolfs.

Was actually surprised when he realized you could act so ruthless. He NEVER imagined you were like that this whole time.

If you ever hung out using your alt mode, expect him giving you scratches! If you accept them of course.

Doesn't want you on the battlefield without you using your altmode. He doesn't want to use you, but the alt form is overpowered against regular vehicons. If you disagree about this he accepts it.

If you two were good friends expect him to be around you even more from now on!

Ratchet

Was confused not to see you with the team, but was more than shocked when he saw a cyberwolf walk through.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO Y/N?! WHE-" "Calm down doc, that's her." Wheeljack just teased the medic.

Was a little angry how you kept this form hidden, but couldn't be angry that long since you're so nice

He wouldn't give you scratches unless you asked.

Still confused how your modes didn't match up at all! Was thinking were you a sheep in wolfish clothing or vice versa?!

If he refuses to recharge you just pick him up and walk over to his berthroom door.

Bumblebee

PRIMUS A CYBERWOLF?! oh it's just Y/N..Y/N IS A CYBERWOLF?!

Prepare for A LOT of scratches. He loves earth animals and now he loves you! Platonically!

He gives you scratches when he's in hand reach. So he'll give you scratches a lot!

If you're able to he wants to get a ride on your back!

Was confused why you kept this hidden, but wasn't mad, gladly.

He acts like a cowboy! Or is it a wolfboy? Who cares, it's cool!

He acts like you're his little pet, which you just joke about with anyone

If he's a bee and you're a wolf then you two are the animal duo!

Arcee

Well this is a surprise! One of the nicest bots left in this cruel world did hide something big.

Was mad at you for a little bit, but forgave you since you're always so nice if others aren't.

Would love your skills in the field!!

If she's acting sassy on you, you just pull the wolf card and pick her up.

Ask her for a little petting and you have a nice little session of it!

Watch out with that tail of yours! Don't hit Arcee with it or you might get a small scar on it.

Bulkhead & Wheeljack

"Hey Bulk, you always wanted a pet didn't you? So I got us a puppy!" Type of situation.

Since these two are not the smartest lads you might need to carry them out of the battlefield.

First they're protective and now they're still protective :)

But when you're in bipedal mode they treat you like a baby alright?!

They're the passive aggressive petters😭😍

LOBBING! If you want to play with them I hope you prefer the alt mode so you can BEAT THEIR AFTS!

Have fun with two dumb idiots who loves you like family no matter what form.

Smokescreen

You're not his pet. No no no no. He's your little puppy now bitches!

If you acted soft like a sheep, protect him like the beast you are!

He's clinging on your tail the moment he has the chance.

SCRATCHES!! ALL DAY EVERY DAY!

You know when he was so happy and excited as he met optimus? This is part 2 baby!

He doesn't care if you're insecure about your alt mode. Number 1# fan right there!

Please let him ride on your back sometimes, he's like a child in a candystore😭

Ultra Magnus

Have fun with Commander here :D

Rules this rules that but still he has respect for you. You're probably rarer than red energon?!

Will not give you scratches when you ask or even if he could. Maybe, like reaaaaally maybe he might give you small scratches if you did something great!

If he's in a hurry just give him a lift. He doesn't care if you pick him up, but do it carefully!

"you're too soft during a war" happy now? Probably yes. If nobody of their own gets hurt, of course.

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AN: AAAGGGHH IM SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I HAD NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHIN FOR SO LONG?!?!

[xanasaurusrex]

I absolutely Stan your headcanons hun! I love the accuracy and perfectly logical reasonings (also very well written and explained), Could you pleaßw do Thanatos as well? No pressure, of course!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ thanatos cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

a/n: thanatos is literally the personification of death i'm so hyped for this! also these headcanons are a little bit short because for some reason i was totally blanking on thanatos kids, but i think that i got some pretty good headcanons in there (:

thanatos kids are the definition of badass

they're naturally very intimidating

i mean, their father is literally the personification of death, so there's like... something unsettling about them

spirits kinda follow them around

it's very common for thanatos kids to have been bullied when they were younger, but also the bullying doesn't last long, because they can get a spirit to knock something over near them or something

thanatos kids are very untrusting, because the world has been pretty cruel to them

on the wikipedia page, it says that thanatos is the personification of peaceful death, but i'm not sure how true that is since it's wikipedia, but basically what i was thinking is that like thanatos kids can always tell when someone is going to die of natural causes, just like in their mind, if that makes sense

like a canon event for a thanatos kid is having a grandparent or older family member start acting differently, and the kid immediately knowing that they're gonna die

their mortal parent definitely could never look at them the same after the sick individual died

i kind of headcanon that there are lots of thanatos kids that have weird relationships with their mortal parent because of this reason

like there's lots of trouble with people seeing thanatos kids as "spawns of satan" if that makes sense, and so they're kinda shunned

and yes, thanatos kids are definitely badass, but they also have a sort of general unsettling sort of vibe

exactly like how hades kids can be kind of unsettling at times

same thing with thanatos kids, although it's a lot more subtle because thanatos is a minor god

but there's just something about thanatos kids that put mortals on edge

(it's the gentle reminder that death is always possible at any given moment, and being near a thanatos child, the child of literally the personification of death, makes this reminder a lot more fresh in people's minds whenever they're around)

other demigods generally aren't as affected by this, because just existing as a demigod means you can die anywhere and anyway, so being around that reminder is just sort of more of a friendly reminder like, "hey! i'm a child of thanatos, remember to look out for monsters! (:"

for some reason i feel like thanatos kids would get along really well with hecate kids

they both give off kind of spooky vibes, i feel like they would totally be friends

they would go allllllll out during spooky season, i guarantee it

like halfway through september they start announcing to camp that it's officially spooky season

thanatos kids are very intense

but a quiet kind of intense, where they have like unintentionally intense stares

thanatos kids also have very big feelings

when they get sad, they get sad

when they get happy, they get so elated it looks almost as if they're about to take flight

that's just kind of the pattern with thanatos kids

they definitely had explosive tantrums as a kid

thanatos kids also tend to be sort of closed off, and kinda hangout with each other more than anything

also for some reason i kinda headcanon thanatos as a bit of a slut so i feel like there are a lot of thanatos kids for like no reason

okay honestly that's all i have for thanatos kids

i'm so sorry this was so short, but i for some reason had no ideas for thanatos kids (althought in my defense the only thing about thanatos is that he's the personification of death so yknow) but i also have a bunch of requests to write! thank you so much for reading, and have an amazing day!

[gabessquishytum]

SO I JUST RECEIVED THIS AD ON TUMBLR:

and now I'm thinking about how omega Hob is now of proper mating age (18-20, whatever floats your boat) and now he must participate in The Hunt.

The Hunt being a 24 hour event where alphas hunt for an omega mate by scent and skill alone. Wearing said outfit, ofc 😉

Hob's a smart omega, he's been prepping for The Hunt his entire life. Some omegas are happy to be caught by the first alpha who wants them, but not Hob. Hob wants a mate he can be feisty with, a mate who will really go the extra distance to chase and try to tame him. His fellow omegas think that's just asking for a mean and cruel alpha but Hob disagrees.

Enter Dream. Dream has been on many Hunts, but either he's never found a omega that smells right to him (or if you'd like angst, his previous mates didn't work out). But Hob. Dream smells Hob as soon as he steps onto the Hunting Grounds and he goes feral. He has no idea who this omega is or what they look like but he. will. have. them. He will murder his fellow alphas if he must.

Hob doesn't make it easy for Dream. They nearly tear apart the entire area with how ferociously Dream chases after Hob and how hard Hob fights not to be claimed. There's fallen trees, torn up grass, a few smashed rocks, destroyed flower beds, you name it. Long after everyone else has mated and gone home, Dream's still chasing Hob with just as much energy as he had the beginning of the hunt.

Finally, in the dead of night, Dream gets Hob pinned down, leashes him, then claims him. It's loud and messy and everyone else thinks Dream's murdering the poor omega but Hob is having a fantastic time.

OH YEAH IM EATING THIS. Absolutely love a completely unhinged tumblr ad by the way.

I can imagine Hob really enjoying/looking forward to these hunts. For an omega he's big and strong, on a par with most alphas. He's fast, he's a little bit feral, and he loves the thrill of the chase. No alpha has caught him yet - they all give up and go home before Hob has finished enjoying the game. All he ever hopes for is that one day, an alpha will come along who can actually hunt him down like he really deserves.

Dream is absolutely that alpha. He's relentless. He may not have huge muscles, but he's got stamina. He can run for just as long as Hob can, and even longer. He's utterly determined to get this delicious, fascinating omega who seems to be playing with him.

Hob is amazed to find that he actually runs out of breath and strength to run!! And by that point he really wants to be caught. He's thrilled when Dream pounces and tumbles them both down to the ground where they roll around in the dirt, biting and holding each other and exploring each other's scents. Hob gets to feel the thrill of getting leashed by his mate! He's so horny he's basically humping the ground to find relief, and Dream is already obsessed with him. HIS omega.

He holds Hob by the back of his neck and pushes him down, and watches as his legs fall open automatically. The scent of his slick is so much stronger, and the harder Dream holds Hob against the ground, the more aroused he seems to get. His attempts to escape from Dream’s hold are more like tests of strength which he really wants Dream to win.

And being claimed in the open air by his alpha is everything Hob has been dreaming of and needing. His body is a perfect sheath for Dream and he knows that he's coming across as slutty and eager, but he can't help canting his hips back against Dream to get more of his cock. Oh, and the knotting? It's a religious experience. Hob's sexy little outfit is torn to shreds and only the leash remains tightly grasped in Dream’s hand.

When the knot finally deflates and the cum is drooling down Hob’s thighs, they limp out of the hunting grounds with manic grins and big hearts in their eyes. Hob is on top of the world. His alpha is so strong and determined and he's gonna give so many babies and they're gonna be feral in the woods together every year to celebrate <333

[sp1rit-realm]

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 IOU!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 guys srry this is so short :< 𖦹 BUT biiiiig progress is about to be made in the next chapter 𖦹 also thank you all for waiting so so long for this. lobe u all <33 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

𖦹 taglist form!!! (hopefully this one works ToT)

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 613

masterlist / breather << pt. 10 -- IOU >> wedding

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"Happy one-month anniversary!" Remus walks up to you, and you look at him with a puzzled expression.

"Anniversary?"

"We've been friends for a month!" In his stretched-out hand is a flower. Your favorite kind.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"They're my favorite flower," You sighed dreamily, staring at the vase in the hotel lobby.

"Yeah?" He asks with a flushed face—he's had a couple too many drinks.

"Yeah. There's something so beautiful about them. I can't quite put my finger on it."

"There doesn't need to be a reason," He slurs, "You can just love them because they're lovely." 

"I suppose I can," You shrug.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"I remember you said they were your favorite," He rubs the back of his neck, "And I wanted to celebrate."

"Thank you, Remus." You smile, and he blushes when your fingertips brush as you grab the flower.

"You see those two?" Sirius whispers to Harry, who intently watches him with big, green eyes, "They're friends now. For the past month, they've been friends. They even hung out once by themselves." Harry smiles and claps, squealing with joy. It catches your attention, and you walk over to the young baby.

"Oh, someone's happy," You coo, ruffing up his hair, "So smiley!" You pinch his cheeks.

"Stop trying to steal him from me!" Sirius whines. 

"I'm not stealing him from you," You turn back to Harry, "I'm just showing him all the love he deserves," You tear up when he stares into your eyes. Just such a precious baby born from love and care. You hope it will be the same way when you have a baby. And then you realize that you're still young, and you have nobody to have a baby with, and you shouldn't be having these thoughts right now!

But then you look back into his eyes, and he giggles and reaches in your direction. He wants to be held. Sirius swoops him up before you can, "That's enough of that!" He sneers, "Harry is mine, not yours."

"He's actually mine." Lily smiles as she walks up to her boy. "Hello," She coos, "Who's the cutest in the world?" She asks, taking her child from Sirius's hands, "You are!" She boops him on the nose, and Harry giggles.

"You find that funny?" She asks, tapping his nose again. He giggles harder, and you swear he's the happiest baby in the entire world.

"He's cute, isn't he?" 

The voice sends a shiver down your spine, "You scared me!" You playfully hit Remus on his shoulder.

"Sorry," He laughs, "Promise I didn't mean to."

"You're cruel, Lupin."

And he fears he's right back at the start. You're calling him Lupin—you haven't called him Lupin since… since your feud.

But then you smile at him, and he swears it's like the sun is shining in his face; he is blinded by your beauty, and he knows you're joking.

"Got you a little scared there, did I, Remus?"

"You say my name so nice." He breathes out.

"Remus," You test, and he sighs, "I have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"I'm going to use my 'IOU,' okay?"

Remus nods, "Lay it on me."

"Will you be my date to Marly and Cas's wedding?"

"Uh..." Remus's hand goes to the back of his head, and as he scratches, he feels his heart explode. Yes, he will be your date for a wedding. He will be your date anywhere, anytime.

"It's okay if not," You scramble out, "I understand."

"No! No, I'll be your date," He smiles gently, "I'd love to be your date."

"Really?" You smile, and Remus swears you've illuminated the room.

"Of course."

"They are in love," Lily whispers to Harry, who nods importantly.

EEEEEKKKKKK

again, sorry this is so short, but i promise next one is going to have some big stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!

taglist: @djlance-rock

[medusas-graveyard]

Unhealthy Obsession.

Okay wait actually, remembering how it took a while for Pariah Dark to get sealed off just means that they were some bending in his sworn oath, right?

Okay another angst prompt, consider; softly insane! Danny.

(Tw: Dark!Danny, morally ambiguous? No one's having a great time tbh but like it's poetically soft imo. Also our boy's officially lost it :∆ his words are cryptic.)

Final warning: This is depressingly sad for Danny's part, sure. But he's also unjustified so I'll classify this as [Dead Dove: Do not eat]

Danny's adopted by the Waynes just like, a bit little short time before his coronation (also he's around 16-18 years old because I'm dragging the desperate for validation because he never felt seen unless someone praises him trope). At that time span he's this very rarely seen brother that's absolutely trying his best between juggling his very impromptu 'how to be a proper monarch' lessons (read: the ancients drilling manors, rules, oaths, etc to his poor head because they don't want a repeat Pariah Dark) and being a present family members because he genuinely loves them. (They know about the vigilante stuff and the Waynes understandably backed away from convincing him, seeing how Danny already has shit ton on his plate.)

Until one day something big happens that almost ended the world, and Bruce dies. It was just him and his dad there, with no other bird or bat in sight. No one knew yet— no one needs to know. Kronos' carefully crafted human, no— prince finally shatters after all the pressure, and all he thinks is how unfair the world has been to him.

It's a very, very slow descent to insanity, what he had been through.

He lost so much, he won't lose anything again. And amidst the eerie scenery of a prince cradling the body of his father, was the sight of himself stitching him back together— giving him a new life. He whispered apologies after apologies to the unconscious man; and for a second Kronos would've pitied him.

Except he didn't. He knew he can't.

After all the chaos they finally had each other again, and Danny stood contently as he watched Alfred personally tend to his family's wounds, big or small. He also watched as his family bicker with each other after all they've been through, and realized something; all of this will die.

Alfred, Bruce, his brothers, Cass and Steph— they're all painfully mortal. He'll outlive his family, and in the end he'll be alone. He doesn't want to be left alone.

And what is to do when you realize your family is painfully, awfully mortal?

...you either curse them with immortality, or place a generational curse on them so you'll all meet in every life, of course! (Oh, did I mention about cursing your family so they'll all get reincarnated everytime they die to make them find each other by everytime?)

... except these curses are incredibly forbidden, because they go against the nature of life and death.

Which leads to the sight of Danny being cuffed from his neck, his arms, his wrists, and his legs. His expression is deadly calm, he smiles softly contrast to the Waynes that are watching in horror. He watches as his family's face contorts to something unreadable when his captors reads over his charges, and he couldn't bring himself to feel remorse.

"By the name of the Infinite realms, Prince Phantom is sentence to imprisonment, for the charges of tempering with the cycle of life and breaking the Royal oath."

"He will be serving until the day of his coronation by the terms of the infinite realms, under the watchful gaze of the ghost of time. The guilty may be there farewells before they are sent to their sentence."

Danny smiles at them; soft but undeniably cruel. He bows at them, like how he would bow on days where his father would teach him how to ballroom dance.

"this is not a goodbye, it is merely a see you later." He starts, voice full of merit. "May we meet again, and may the circumstances of our next meeting a better one."

His smile turns sharper then, the contrast between it and his soft eyes sends an unpleasant shiver. "For our destiny are tied, and our Fates will overlap with each other."

"You cannot change our destiny. For the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, and our bond has tied us together."

"None of you will run from me— none of you can run from me."

"Because I will chase you down and hunt you until our family is complete."

[beanghostprincess]

Leans in conspicuously: Okay but Shanks also wanting his first kiss to be Buggy but taking the chance to kiss a sweet, cute girl that he thinks is nice enough, simply because she at least seems attainable in comparison to Buggy. Shanks being convinced that if he leaned in to kiss his best friend he would just lean away „Blergh. Keep your unflashy face away from me.“ or „What’s WRONG with you?! Why would I want my first kiss to be YOU of all people?“

Shanks has resigned himself to just being the best friend and look on as Buggy inevitably will find his voice and find someone who appreciates him like he does. Because Buggy is a lot of negative things but Buggy is also FUN and bombastic and loud and colorful and… well FLASHY! And Shanks knows he can’t be the only one who is into that. So when they bicker once again and Shanks aims just a little bit below the belt with a jab at Buggy still being unkissed and he makes an offhand comment like „You teach me how to do it then if you’re oh so good at it“

Shanks brain just short circuits and he can’t stop himself from asking „For real?“. And Buggy gives him this look that’s incredulous and questioning and Shanks is holding his breath because he can already hear his voice in his mind „What? No!“ or „That’s not what I meant.“ or just plainly „I do not ever want to kiss you.“

He still remembers that day fondly, if with slight embarrassment at his younger self trying to play it off as just being helpful, like it’s no big deal, he’s just a friend teaching his best friend how to kiss, it’s fiiiine, instead of being truthful to himself and Buggy. Now he won’t ever get to tell him how much it meant to him that Buggy trusted him enough to do that, to let him be his first, to let himself be this vulnerable with him, even with the threats of Buggy strangling Shanks with his pillow if he ever told anyone or pulled away at the last second as some sort of cruel joke. He knows Buggy will believe him even less now.

Every time I think about Shuggy's first kiss my heart breaks into a million pieces because they're just the cutest thing in the world. The whole 'teaching your friend how to kiss' is something they'd 100% do and it's just so sweet to see how much trust and love they had for each other. Going insane. Shanks remembering this fondly but Buggy being all frustrated for letting him be his first kiss actually haunts me every day.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Hey there from Unova.

Came into possession of an egg a few days ago, and had it hatch into a beautiful male Bagon about 2 hours ago. Little guy has been fed, cleaned up, and is currently passed out on the couch. I know they instinctively climb whatever they can find to jump off in preparation for their evolution into Salamence, and while he most certainly will have been rehomed FAR before that, (don't have the time, money, or desire to care for a 'Mon that big, and denying it the chance to achieve its dream of flight just seems cruel.) I was wondering when those instincts would start to kick in.

it's pretty much an immediate thing for them. bagon, like a lot of reptilian pokemon, are precocious- they hatch ready to take on the world as miniature versions of their fully-grown selves. in fact, salamence build their nests on top of mounds of dirt that they pile up and form a bowl in, so when a bagon hatches, it must crawl up the lip of the bowl and then jump down from the mound. it's instinctual behavior for them!

in the wild, this behavior controls itself a little bit; when they're small, the bagon can't climb up very high, so they also can't jump down very far unless they find a sizeable cliff to launch off of. the best way to handle this in captivity is to provide scaling levels of height for your bagon to climb up. generally, he shouldn't have access to heights more than four times his own height until he's fully grown, after which he can scale his way up to heights of about one story tall! they also have some great natural cushioning, so as long as you don't have any spiky death traps in your house, he should be okay!

[swordcreature]

hiiii if youre open for requests I've got one I've been bouncing around in my head for a while.

how do you think Rolan and Gale would react to a lower intelligence/wisdom Tav who's self-conscious about it? they try and hide it, but eventually, it comes out; surely their Wizard would want someone who can keep up with what they're talking about, right? Tav is terrified thar one day the wizard is going to get fed up with how 'stupid' they are.

just some good ol hurt/comfort please ♡

okay so anon, this got away from me big time and before i knew it, gale's part was like 1,700 words. so um. yeah. i would also really like to do one for rolan still because it's such a good prompt, do if you'd still be interested, lmk!

i can cut back on length too. this one just felt so much more than like HC's or a small drabble lol

Trepidation

Gods, they never wanted it to happen like this. Never wanted it to happen at all if they were being honest. Tav had worked so hard at building this new version of themself – one that had gone to a proper school, gotten an actual education, knew how to read and write. One that wasn’t so stupid.  

Tags: GN!Tav, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Deprecation

Word Count: 1,718 [AO3]

Tav could somehow still hear Astarion’s laughter in their ears, despite having run away from camp at least an hour ago. Did he follow them here? Surely not, he was doubled over, practically on the ground, when Tav had made their escape. Hot tears stung the corners of their eyes, replaying the way their companions had all stared – full of pity and secondhand embarrassment.  

Especially Gale. 

Gods, they never wanted it to happen like this. Never wanted it to happen at all if they were being honest. Tav had worked so hard at building this new version of themself – one that had gone to a proper school, gotten an actual education, knew how to read and write. One that wasn’t so stupid.  

And with one foul swoop it all came crashing down. Tav wished, half-heartedly at best, that Astarion’s next meal would bleed him dry first. It would serve him right, they thought. If he hadn’t insisted, pushed them, to “read aloud for the rest of the class, dear”, they would have never been in this mess.  

Of course it was bound to happen sooner or later, they knew this. They couldn’t hide their intelligence, or lack thereof, forever. But it didn’t help the embarrassment, the deep-seated shame that crept up their spine at the thought of facing everyone back at camp. At facing Gale. 

How could he even look them in the eye after all this? After everything they’ve shared – the night under his magic sky, the mornings together in his tent, the goddess hell bent on his self-sacrifice – how could he possibly still want them, knowing how little they measure up in comparison – how dull they were where he was bright?  

The decrepit tree line rustled just beyond where Tav sat, knees pulled to chest. Their head jerked upright, fear prickling up their neck. If there was one thing the universe knew, it was how to hit Tav when they’re down. They cast their gaze downward as Gale stepped over the dead underbrush and into the small clearing.  

“I was hoping I’d find you here,” he said, voice tinged with sympathy. Tav grit their teeth but remained quiet. “It’s too dangerous to be out here alone, blessing or not. Surely you’d know better-” 

Tav let out a bitter laugh, more tears spilling down their cheeks. “Know better? Well that was your first mistake, Gale. Haven’t you heard? I’m an imbecile.” A sob was forced from their lips, their body shuddering.  

“A poor choice of words, Tav. I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Tav wanted to be held so very badly, wanted Gale to reach out and pull them into his arms. What a cruel world Tav found themself in where the one person they wanted the most was also the one person they wanted to be farthest from.  

“May I?” He motioned to the space next to Tav. They nodded, still avoiding eye contact as Gale took a seat beside them. 

Both sat in an uneasy silence. Tav feared the moment Gale might speak, unsure if they could keep themself together as he ended their budding relationship. They braced themself as he opened his mouth. 

“What Astarion did was abhorrent. You should not have had to endure that,” he began. Tav wrapped their arms around their body as though they might be able to hold their chest together when the shoe finally dropped.  

“And though the more impulsive side of me wished to incinerate him then and there for what he did,” his lips quirked up into the tiniest smile at the thought, “I can assure you that he was given a thorough talking to by not only myself, but also Karlach, Shadowheart, and even Wyll, for how he treated you. You should expect an apology when you return to camp.”  

While the sentiment was sweet, Tav found themself angry at Gale for the cordial way he spoke when they both knew what was to come. Their face twisted as they stared, willing him to speak further – to get out with it already.  

Gale took the hint to keep talking. “Of course, if you desire to be out here longer that is more than alright, though I do ask that you let me accompany you. I know you may want to be alone, but I’d be remiss to leave you here by yourself in such a danger-” 

“Gale,” Tav pleaded. “Please stop.”  

A wrinkle formed between Gale’s brow as it furrowed, one that Tav saw when he was in the heat of battle or concentrating on a spell. They wanted to smooth it over with their thumb, like they had so many times before.  

“Stop? I don’t quite understand?” 

“Stop acting like everything is okay!” Tav wasn’t sure if the tears spilling down their cheeks were new, or if they had just been crying the entire time. “Just... I can’t take this. I know what happened was embarrassing, I know that I'm not what you signed up for, but you can’t coddle me out of pity.” Tav tried to steady the thundering heartbeat in their ears with a deep breath. “Just get it over with and let me be. Please.” The last word came out a whisper, begging for mercy. 

Gale’s eyes flickered back and forth, searching their face as though he would find his next words written somewhere on it. Tav wasn’t sure if he had found what he was looking for, but he did find something; grabbing their face between two large hands, he turned them towards him.  

“Tav,” he started, gently commanding them to meet his gaze. “Do you think I came out here to...to put an end to what we’ve started? To squash the beginnings of our... our love over something so trivial?” 

Tav opened their mouth to speak but words failed them in the moment. Luckily, Gale had always been the one with a talent for the verbose, between the two of them.  

“Do you think me so fickle that my desires for you would be dashed because you can’t parse the written word? After everything we’ve been through?” His eyes were wide, vulnerable. It reminded them of the night he confessed his love, under the sky he made just for them. “How could you think me a man worthy of loving if I only concerned myself with one, singular aspect of your being? Surely you know me better.” 

It took everything Tav had left to find the courage to speak.  

“Gale it’s not- you're not,” words still seemed to elude them though. Their eyes scanned the bleak sky above for an answer. “How could you possibly want an idiot like me? I’ve never been to school, never been able to read a proper book. Sometimes, when you speak, you use words I don’t know and I try. I try so hard to act as your equal but I’m not.” Tav has the distinct urge to run. Or to puke. They aren’t sure which one is stronger. “How could I ever be your equal?” 

Gale’s mouth was, perhaps, more forceful than he intended as he brought their lips to his for a firm kiss. He held them there against his mouth for a long moment, before pulling back just enough to speak. 

“You’re not my equal. You are so much more than that, Tav. Not a word exists in all the languages of all the realms that could describe just how above me you are.” Tav wanted to stop him, to protest, but Gale silenced them with another chaste kiss.  

“Your kindness is without limit, your generosity unparalleled. Your heart is more precious than any jewel known to man, and yet you share a piece of it with every person you meet, and probably least deserving of all, me.” He kissed the corners of their mouth, then their chin. “And for the record, I do not think you are unintelligent, you give yourself so little credit. You may lack a traditional education, but you hold a blade unlike any other I’ve seen. You lead as though you were a general in a past life, none of us would have made it thus far without you. If intelligence is only books and fancy words, then I’m afraid holds no meaning.” Gale leaned his forehead against theirs. “No meaning that I find worth in, at least,” he quickly added.  

Gale was but a smudge of purple and brown in front of Tav as tears clouded their vision. Were they happy? Sad? Relieved? They couldn’t tell. The knot in their chest ached with a mix of emotions as they tried to gulp down air.  

“And what of the future? When you’re bored and tired of a partner who can’t keep up with you? When you want someone who can challenge you, oppose you?” Gale’s smile was bright, as though they just said a joke and not one of their deepest fears.  

“You certainly challenge me enough as is, my love. If I ever seek a partner who contradicts and disputes me more than you do, I fear I may have gone insane.” Gale reached out to grab their shoulders, pulling them to sit in his lap with their head tucked under his chin. “I love you, Tav. Every version of you, the parts you show me, and the parts I’ve yet to learn. I love them all with a ferocity I’ve never known the likes of before. Please, if there is one thing you trust, trust in that fact.” 

Tav could only nod, their chest open and raw, held together by Gale’s sweet words. Some part of them did not believe him: a tiny inkling of fear that said a man of Gale’s intellect could never love someone like them. But Tav shoved down that part, deep inside where they were sure it would stay insignificant and small, and not fester into something more, something dangerous and insidious.  

So, they chose to believe him – trusted in the way he loved them. 

They sat in Gale’s warm embrace until the chill from the shadows surrounding them crept into their bones, urging them back to the safety of camp. Tav decided, with Gale’s hand tucked into their own, that they could live with feeling unintelligent, as long as they always felt this loved.