#dani writes headcanons

[steddieasitgoes]

I know a popular headcanon is nurse!Steve but have we considered school nurse!Steve and single dad!Eddie who’s daughter makes a trip to the nurse’s office once a week because she has school anxiety and also she loves Steve

[heavenlytouches]

Pedro Pascal- morning person

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GN reader

<3 (SFW)

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Lazy morning with Pedro Pascal

PARTNER! Pedro Pascal <3

Pedro Pascal

The warm sun spills through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room, wrapping you and Pedro in a cozy cocoon of morning light. You lie nestled in the sheets, feeling the softness of the fabric against your cheeks. The gentle hum of the outside world feels miles away, and in this moment, it’s just you and him.

You take a deep inhale, savoring the sweet scent of your hair mingling with the lingering traces of his cologne. It's an intoxicating mix that makes you feel safe, cherished.

As you turn slightly, you find Pedro's face only inches away — his features softened by sleep, the corner of his mouth curved into that familiar, playful smile that always awakens butterflies in your stomach.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

He murmurs, his voice a warm melody that makes your heart skip. His words tease, but they spark a grin on your face. You feel his big hand gently ruffling your hair, a familiar gesture that sends warmth radiating through you.

“Five more minutes...”

You reply, your voice muffled as you bury deeper into the pillow and press your forehead against his. You love how the mornings stretch lazily like this, with nothing but the sound of his breaths and the way his body envelops you in warmth.

Pedro chuckles, the sound rich and intimate, reverberating through the space.

“You don't want to get up? You know I can be very persuasive.”

You smirk but don’t rise to his bait. Instead, you nestle even closer, tucking your body against the solidness of him. He laughs again, a hearty sound that sends a cascade of light butterflies dancing in your stomach. His arms tighten around you, drawing you in like gravity, and you can’t help but smile at the gentle teasing that is woven into the fabric of your morning routine.

“Okay, okay, then just stay here with me..”

He concedes, though you can feel the playful twinkle in his eyes even with your head tucked under his chin.

“I guess I can spare a few more minutes for my star.”

You can’t help but giggle at your own words.

“Star? I prefer beloved pillow.”

Pedro pokes you lightly in the ribs, the touch igniting another bout of laughter. His fingers linger, tracing idle patterns on your arm, a gesture that feels intimate in all the best ways.

“Beloved pillow? You give yourself more credit than you deserve.”

You teased, smiling up at him. His soft features and his messy hair were angelic in the morning sunlight.

“Maybe,” he giggles, “but at least I’m a cozy pillow. It’s quite a prestigious role.”

He chuckles, and the timbre of his voice vibrates through you, warming every corner of your heart.

“I agree. A very prestigious role, indeed. I could get used to waking up like this every day.”

You smile and gently move even closer in his arms, the warmth almost suffocating.

The softness of his voice makes your heart swell. You know it's true. The world outside may be bustling, full of flashing cameras and the demanding attention that comes with his fame, but in this moment, it's just you and him — cocooned in your shared sanctuary of warmth and love.

The sun climbs higher, filling the room with more radiant light, but you don’t mind the warmth. In fact, you close your eyes, drifting further into the comfort of him.

He smells like home; a hint of warmth, laughter, and comfort all mixed together. You can feel the light whiskers of sleep still clinging to him, and you relish how tangible everything feels in this innocent bubble.

“Hey..”

He says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What if we just… stayed here forever? Just you and me?”

You smile against him, feeling giddy at the thought.

“I could get behind that plan.”

“You’re my escape.”

He continues, gently stroking your hair as if to calm the storm of the world outside.

“I need moments like this, where life can just be soft and cuddly.”

Soft and cuddly — those words resonate deeply with you. They encapsulate everything you cherish about your relationship. Your bond wasn’t just built on the glamorous life that surrounded him or the flashing lights; it was festooned with moments like this. Wrapped in sheets, devoid of expectations, just the two of you basking in each other’s warmth.

As the minutes stretch on, you gently nudge his arm.

“But… the world outside is waiting for you, there's work to be done..”

You remind him, though you truly don’t want to think about it.

“Let it wait.” he says, pulling you closer. “For now, you’re all I need.”

His words settle into your heart, and you know you’d give anything to stay wrapped around him like this a little longer. So you let the world fade away, surrendering to the bliss of the morning. Cuddled close together, time slips effortlessly into eternity, and in this cocoon of love, it feels like you really could stay forever.

This one is a bit shorter because I'm working on another request, sorry babes TwT I hope you liked it anyway <3

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[danieyells]

Mc owing Romeo money and getting stuffed in the auction hall/cages and starts selling them untill they work their debt 😞 and seeing one of their friends thinking they are getting them out of there but not quite. Like I can see Kaito going deeper into debt bc it's honestly the only chance he has to touch a woman hshs or Jin buying it off but being scummy

re: Romeo doesn't threaten to sell the pc for talking back, much to my disappointment.

YES YES YOU SEE THE VISION. (FWIW these little bundles are only Frostheim, although I can certainly think up the rest. . .I already have ideas for Leo, Romeo, Taiga. . . .)

content warnings for suggestions of non/dubcon and forced prostitution. Also a warning for a scenario in which everyone is a little out of character. Except Luca, he's pretty much himself.

Jin would buy you back and absolutely be a real shit about it. You're already his servant and you already owe him for breaking that vase on top of that, how dare you let someone else use your body. Peasants at that? Somehow this is not Romeo's fault, but yours. "I suppose I'll have to give you more to do. Not only to get my money's worth, but to keep you out of trouble from now on." He places a hand on your lower back to bring you closer, your clothes still not returned by Romeo. His charming grin is somewhat cold with ill intentions, somehow not much of a contrast to the threatening warmth of his stigma activating against your skin. "You're going to thank me properly for rescuing you. You know better than to defy me by now, servant. Or maybe that's too lofty for you. Maybe now 'whore' would be better."

Tohma would come fetch you, but not before teasing you through the bars. "You're already at Jin's mercy and you've put yourself at Romeo's as well? You're a bit of a magnet for trouble, aren't you?" When Romeo unlocks your cage after being paid by Tohma, you thank him, assuming Jin sent him on his behalf and asking where he is. "Oh, no, not quite." He smiles, guiding you onto your back on the metal floor of your confines before you can make your way out. "Sorry to disappoint, but this particular expense is just for me. If you'd like Jin to come and save you, I could leave you here until he arrives himself; thus far your track record suggests you enjoy being in service of others. I wouldn't want to be so selfish as to ruin your fun just to have you for myself. . .or perhaps I could have you see to others in Frostheim, if you like this line of work. It would certainly make the place much warmer."

Luca would be kind to you, of course. He would pay your debt and do you no harm. Drape his house cloak or jacket over you to cover you and escort you out and back to the safety of the Cathedral--after having you examined at the infirmary first, of course. You can cry on him and tell him how horrible it all was. He'll be there to comfort you and hold you. If you need him to stand guard over you over night--even if it's not reasonable to think you would be abducted after your debt is paid--to help you sleep easier, he won't hesitate to do so. "If you feel comfortable enough to say. . .do you remember the names of those who hurt you? Or their faces?" He asks as you cling to him and cry. "Even the houses they were in. Anything at all. I won't let them get away with what they've done without seeing justice. Your contract with Romeo Scorpus Lucci may have soundly included such a clause, but I will have words with him as well. Such practices are unsavory. I won't let it happen again."

Kaito owes money himself, so you're surprised when he's led into the auction hall by Romeo. You figured his debts were from a gambling addiction. . .did he spend his money in here? On hookers and blow??? He runs to you like a child in an animal shelter who's made up his mind about a particular dog and looks at you with stress and sympathy. Romeo unlocks your cage and shoves him in with you. Kaito's there because he's already in debt. You're working alongside him. You're making half as much but at least you're not alone. Sometimes Romeo has you put on 'shows' together. It's strange and scary to be made to be intimate with someone you love and trust for a cruel audience. Kaito frequently attempts to appeal to Romeo, to take on your debt along with his own so you can go free, even if he has to suffer in your stead. Romeo refuses. You work together for a few days before Jin has to come fetch the both of you. You have a newfound connection, although it's profoundly awkward and uncomfortable, while still being comforting as you tightly hold each others' hand in support. When you feel strange about not being fucked day and night, you turn to each others' bodies for satisfaction. It's a unique sort of intimacy, sharing in your victimhood together, but not the intimacy you want with your best friend/boyfriend. "I--I. . . ." He snaps his head around to glare at Romeo. "I know I only paid for like an hour, but do you have to watch!?" "You really think I trust you not to formulate some escape if I leave you alone?" "YOU LOCKED ME IN HERE TOO!!!" Romeo looks at his watch and taps his fingers against the bars. "Get on with it, Fuji-kun~. TCIT." "T. . .C. . .I. . .ugh, I don't have time for this!" Kaito looks at you with wet eyes and a genuinely regretful expression. "I was just. . .it felt like the only way! Like I didn't have a chance with you unless. . . . I'm sorry! Please don't hate me for this!" Somehow, being used by Kaito makes you feel like the bad guy. Maybe it's the apologies and the tears, and the shaky words of praise, the way he hides his face in your neck and whimpers about wanting to kiss you but not like this. In the end you're stuck in there afterwards with Romeo escorting Kaito out as he vows to find some way to get you out, even if it means taking your place. Romeo reminds him that he already owes money himself, and would more likely get his own cage back alongside you. Kaito whimpers in frustration at his helplessness.

[bakuliwrites]

MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

[alister312]

fuck it, posting that one doodle i made for that ask from a few days back that i didn’t realize already had a stellar image in the ask

[demonsonthemoon]

Arospec headcanon: Daniela Velasquez from Sense8

I headcanon Dani as aromantic and allosexual. I have also always felt like the show failed to properly explore her character and how she forms relationships. So here is a very short exploration of that headcanon:

Dani clearly sees romantic attachment as leverage, something she can use. Of course, this fits well with her career in show-business, but she seems surprisingly happy to forego any romantic attachment once she settles into her friendship with Lito and Hernando. In the same way, she seems to be using her sexuality to navigate her relationships: she cheats on Joaquin as a way to try and escape their relationship, then immediately tries to have sex with Lito in order to cement their relationship and gain protection. There's some self-destructiveness in her behavior, but I also feel like this shows someone who feels in control of her sexuality, whereas she has a much harder time using the codes of romance to her advantage, even if she tries to.

I've always been sad that the development of her relationship with Lito and Hernando was never explicitally explored. I guess relationship negotiation doesn't make for good television? Still, there are some definite hints that they have a non-traditional friendship, which could be interpreted as a queerplatonic relationship. There's some ambiguity in the series about Dani's photos of Lito and Hernando, but I've always felt as though the two men weren't actually surprised at the existence of the photos, and only afraid of the risk of them being leaked. This makes me feel as though Dani's part in their sexuality (the way she watches and masturbates as they have sex), is something that's been acknowledged and accepted by the two men. They certainly make space for her in their domestic lives when they all move in together, in a way that goes way beyond just protecting Dani and all of their reputations.

I want to read Dani as allo-aro. I want to see her as someone who's been enduring what people have called “love” because she thought that was necessary to get what she wants (sex, safety, affection,...) I want to grieve for the way she's been traumatized by an abusive relationship, in which someone could call violence and obsession love and no one would correct him. I understand how, for someone like her, Lito and Hernando's relationship could be a safe heaven. Lito is someone who does not feel attracted to her, but who still acts caringly towards her and can offer her the protection she needs. More than that, Lito and Hernando's relationship is an example of truly caring love, one that can help her heal from her trauma but which – very importantly – doesn't need her to put her boundaries on the line to do so. She doesn't need to fall in love to learn that love can be kind. She doesn't need to fall in love ever, because she no longer needs a romantic relationship in order to not be alone. I think this reading is much kinder to the character, instead of the way the show brushes off her connection to Lito and Hernando as “gay fetishism” in the first season (while simultaneously also asserting that Hernando genuinely cares for her as a friend.)

In the end, headcanoning Dani as aro is important to me because she's not alone. Her relationship with Lito and Hernando goes against the narrative that it's normal for romantic love to isolate you (inside your closed off couple bubble), which leads to the idea that it's normal for arospec people to be left behind, to always be treated as second best. Instead, we see Hernando break off his relationship with Lito based on how the latter treats Dani. And I want every arospec people to get what Dani gets: relationships that are mutually supportive and which are open to intimacy even if they aren't romantic.

[absolutely-esme]

My halfas and clones headcanon

I see a lot of stories use the idea that Dani continues to be a fundamentally unstable clone who continues needing treatment for the rest of her life or even ends up melting even with treatment.  This surprised me because it went against some assumptions that I had forgotten were my idea in the first place.  I figured I would share them, in case anyone was interested.

My headcanon about how halfas (or Dannny at least) work is that the state of being is, first and foremost,  a survival adaptation.  

I imagine that the portal works by overlapping the space inside it with a corresponding space in the ghost zone.  Basically,  both spaces exist in the same space for a brief time as the portal is opening.   This would have been all fine and dandy had those spaces only contained air and inert ectoplasm, but that's not what happened.

Danny's body was put under a kind of stress that would not usually be survivable by having a hole in reality torn through the space he was occupying.  Due to the portal opening into the afterlife,  his ghost started forming right where his not-quite-dead-yet human body was.  Now his dying human body and his still-forming ghost are both in the untenable position of existing in half of the overlapped space they are occupying.  In a last-ditch attempt at survival,  the two fuse into one body which is able to fully exist in the space it occupies,  which allows the portal to finish opening as Danny is no longer in the way.  This all happens in the space of a second.  

In the following weeks,  Danny experiences a lot of craziness as the two halves of his biology integrate into a functional system.  Danny's ghost half acts as a kind of glue and maintenance system that keeps his body together and functional come hell or high water, and his human half provides a stable framework for his ghost half that allows it to keep its structure without expending energy on actively holding it.   

This being the case, Danny's ghostly half doesn't have to put as much into maintaining its physical form because it has his human half's sturdy structure made up of proteins and Calcium and whatnot.  That's why Danny changes back when he's exhausted or kOed.  If there’s one thing physical matter is good at, it's continuing on as-is without being acted on by outside forces.

Vlad did not take this into account while trying to make clones entirely from ectoplasm, which he could get for free from the ghost Zone, without any of the componentsfrom which a human body is made.  The clones didn't have that secondary structure,  so when their bodies tried to lean on it, they failed and lost structural integrity.   

Dani was a little heartier because the first thing she did was ask Danny for food and dig in when he gave her a whole lot.  This resulted in Dani's body having a collection of proteins, vitamins, minerals, etc to put to use.  Not enough to form a complete body without her ghostly side working overtime, but enough to take some of the strain off it.  

The reason Dani remained unstable after escaping Vlad the first time was because she was facing food insecurity as a homeless child.  What the Fenton Ecto-Dejecto did was one of two things.  Either it beefed up her ghostly side to let her function in a manner more similar to a full ghost, or it energized her and bought her time feed herself up.

To put it simply,  Danny's clones were unstable because Vlad didn't feed them.  They didn't need a mid-morf DNA sample, they needed the Emergency Ham.

[kaerinio]

neeeed more valyrian threads . . . or 👀 let dany 👀 teach your muse 👀 valyrian 👀

[danidoesathing]

bitches cant be normal about fic writing they'll watch something silly and not meant to be taken seriously "hmmmm yes but have you thought about the horrific implications of living through such an event" and proceed to write the most fucked up shit you've ever read

[d-j-t-15]

I feel like in my au Dan and Dani’s hero names would be Poltergeist and Specter, this is mainly so that there’s a theme in their hero names. So you have Phantom, Poltergeist, and Specter.

[scvereignreigned]

TAG DROP - SARAH SANDERSON

🕷​ – sarah sanderson

🕷​ – winifred sanderson

🕷​ – mary sanderson

🕷​ – thackery binx

🕷 – max dennison

🕷 – emily binx

🕷​ – dani dennison

🕷​ – billy butcherson

🕷 – gilbert

🕷 – becca

🕷 – izzy

🕷​ – mother witch

🕷​ – cassie

🕷​ – jay

🕷 – ernie

🕷 – aesthetic

🕷 – wardrobe

🕷 – musings

🕷 – about

🕷 – headcanons

🕷​ – book

🕷 – count dracula

🕷 – the devil

🕷 – devils wife

[steddieasitgoes]

Eddie “falls asleep in the car in seconds if he’s not driving” Munson vs Steve “never falls asleep when someone else is driving because last time that happened a literal child was behind the wheel” Harrington

[heavenlytouches]

can you do more autumn stuff? with Pedro maybe? thanks so muchh

Hello sweetie! Ofc I can, I would love to ^^ thank you so muchh and awww I didn't know you guys liked Pedro that much! Hope you'll enjoy baee El <3

Pedro Pascal- crisp air

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

GN reader

<3 (SFW)

TW-none

Autumn day with Pey

PARTNER! Pedro Pascal <3

Pedro Pascal

You wake up to the gentle rustling of leaves outside your window, a soft golden light filtering through the curtains. It’s one of those beautiful autumn days where the world glows in shades of orange, red, and gold.

You stretch languidly, a smile creeping onto your lips as you think about your plans with Pedro, your partner of a year, who sets your heart racing in a way that makes every day feel like an adventure.

By the time you’re ready, the sun has climbed higher into the sky, casting a warm hue over everything. You step outside and inhale the crisp air to fill your lungs with the scent of fallen leaves and distant woodsmoke. Your heart skips as you spot Pedro leaning against his bike, a casual smile highlighting his features, his warm brown eyes glimmering with unspoken joy.

“Ready for our adventure?”

He asks, his voice like warm honey under the autumn sun.

“Born ready!”

Yu reply, grinning as you hop onto the bike behind him. The day awaits, filled with possibilities.

As he pedals down the winding paths of the nearby park, you can't help but marvel at the vibrant hues surrounding you. The leaves have transformed the landscape into a tapestry of color; orange and gold dance with vibrant reds, each gust of wind sending gentle showers of leaves spiraling like confetti.

You pass by a downed tree, its gnarled branches stretching wide, and you catch a whiff of something delicious drifting from a nearby food stall.

“Let’s take a break...?”

You suggest, excitement bubbling in your chest. He stops the bike and takes your hand, guiding you through a meadow awash with golden sunlight that causes your heart to flutter.

You sit on a plaid blanket sprawled across the grass, admiring each other amidst the picturesque scenery.

“Look at that...”

Pedro points as a flock of birds takes flight, swirling against the azure sky.

“Isn’t it breathtaking?”

“Almost as breathtaking as you-”

You tease, nudging him playfully. He blushes, a charming shade of rose blooming on his cheeks as you lean into him.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He chuckles softly. You pluck a leaf from the ground, holding it up to inspect its marbled veins.

“What do you think our leaf here wishes it could say?”

You ponder aloud.

“I think it would whisper sweet nothings about the beauty of autumn,”

He says, tapping his chin dramatically.

“And how every falling leaf is a message of love.”

His earnestness makes you laugh, the sound blending with the rustle of the autumn breeze.

After snacking on caramel apples and sipping hot cider, you both decide to take a stroll along the winding pathways that are painted with fallen leaves. The crunch beneath your feet is oddly satisfying, and you both kick up leaves like children as you share stories and dreams.

“Imagine a place where the autumn never ends...”

Pedro muses, his voice light and dreamy.

“And we can dance in the golden leaves forever.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You say, warmth radiating through you as you catch his gaze.

“Just you, me, and this gorgeous world.”

The sun begins to lower, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. You find yourselves near a shimmering lake, the water reflecting the palette of the sunset sky. You sit on a wooden bench, your fingers intertwined, stealing little glances at each other as if you both are afraid to break the spell of the moment.

“Can I say something?”

Pedro breaks the comfortable silence, his thumb brushing the back of your hand.

“Always.”

You reply, your heart racing in anticipation.

“I feel like…”

He breathes in deeply, as if gathering courage.

“I feel like every day with you is like this autumn day—beautiful, fleeting, and filled with colors I never knew existed.”

His eyes search yours, glimmering with sincerity.

“I want every moment to be ours.”

You bite your lip, the rush of emotion causing something sweet to swell in your chest.

“Then let’s create a world where autumn lingers, where we can hold each other under this sky forever.”

Pedro’s face lights up with that dazzling smile of his, and without a second thought, he pulls you closer, your foreheads touching. The world around you fades, the autumn whispers becoming gentle notes of love.

As the sun finally dips below the horizon, painting the sky in blushing pinks and purples, you and Pedro sit together in perfect harmony, surrounded by the comforting embrace of falling leaves. Today was just one of many moments, but it felt like the greatest adventure of all.

With an autumn breeze cradling you both, the two of you lean in, sealing the day with a soft, sweet kiss, the world around you blooming with a love as vivid and embracing as the colors of fall.

This fic is pure teeth-rotting fluff TwT I hope you liked it anyway <3

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much <33

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[danieyells]

Weighing of Souls - The Storm

"Hey, Lulu." Taiga gave Romeo a little tap to get his attention, as though Romeo wasn't leaned into his side with the comfort of a housecat already. The other Sinostra second year looked up at him from where he'd had his eyes on the stage, awaiting the last of the second year ghouls' Weighing. "Is it just me or did they crank up security since this whole thing started?"

Romeo sat upright and looked around. They'd both noted the additional security when they came in and attributed it to Jin's presence in the hall several rows in front of them, but there were a few more Institute security guards in the shadows of the stage now.

"Another high profile student, maybe?" Romeo scoffed, returning to his comfortable position against Taiga's side, earning a squeeze in return. "As though Frostheim needed more pests running around."

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's almost over. . . ." A pair of Jabberwock students whispered, gently stroking a bundle of down feathers in one of their laps. A few of the Jabberwock students were in such a state. It wasn't uncommon for Jabberwock general students to be seen carrying young anomalies with them everywhere and tonight was no exception. However all of the young anomalies in the room had abruptly begun to whine, or cry, or shake, or try to hide.

Almost as though afraid of an oncoming storm.

"Last but not least, please come on stage!" Chancellor Cornelius called out brightly. There was a pause, before the cloaked figure wandered onto the stage, head swivelling to and fro as odd, pink eyes admired the view with wonder. He swayed along, turning and veering off course like a child eager to explore a new area. Cornelius smiled and giggled at the unexpected whimsy. "No need to dawdle! Please introduce yourself!"

Letting out an eager giggle himself, the ghoul instead made a beeline for the mannequin, hand outstretched.

"Ah!! Mr. Otonashi, please introduce yourself firs--aaah!!!"

Cornelius had reached out to stop the new ghoul, small fingers reaching for his wrist, when he yelped not unlike one of the island's many cats as his own wrist was snagged roughly instead. The security guards began to move, but stayed back as several faculty came rushing on stage.

"I kinda like this one, Al." Tohma snickered, although he toyed with his artifact chain nonetheless just to be sure. Alan didn't seem nearly as amused, grimacing at the sign of trouble. He could only hope this one wasn't one of theirs.

"Chancellor!" Nicolas cried out, hurrying towards them. 'Otonashi' shoved Cornelius away from him with a look of distaste, then turned to the oncoming professors. Nicolas moved to Cornelius to make sure the tiny Chancellor was alright as he nursed his quickly bruising wrist, reciting something everyone had already heard about how aggressive ghouls were, while Moby reached several tentacles out to the new ghoul.

Towa's eyes went wide the second one touched him, and Moby froze stiffly, squeaking in fear. His visor briefly displayed a terrified expression before beginning to flash with static as though there were some electrical interference.

"Did I say you could touch me?" The ghoul hissed, causing Moby to back down, shaking and sputtering. In the audience, now full of commotion, Jin had stood and begun to speak, ready to force him into submission before he could do any more damage, before Haku put a hand on his chest.

"Let them handle it." Despite his nonchalant tone, his flute was in his hand as if he also expected trouble. Behind them, a previously sworn in first year Frostheimer, Kaito Fuji, had climbed over the seats behind them to crouch down and shiver in hiding while Yuri Isami next to them, also just sworn into Frostheim, leaned forward and watched the scene with excitement and interest. If only he'd been put in the correct house--this new ghoul was proving to be one most worth study!

"T-try and stay away from him if you can, okay?" Half ducked behind and half leaning over the seat in front of him, Hotarubi second year Zenji whispered in alarm to the person in it who seemed little more than curious at this turn of events. Beside him, Subaru tried to calm the general students in their House, telling them to remember where the exits were in case they had to evacuate. "Jiro? Are you listening to me!?"

"Ah. Yeah. Got it." The sole new Mortkranken ghoul nodded at his brother. He had little intent on approaching this threat, but he, too, had thoughts of study in mind. This new ghoul's eyes were distinctly inhuman and, despite the 'irrefutable' evidence of ghouls' hostility, he was much more aggressive than any other ghoul he'd seen so far. That rumble of thunder outside was ominous, but was it related?

Moby's tentacles curled close to his back and he slid to his knees as if they gave out. He let out some choked apologies, scooching towards and behind Cornelius and Nicolas without getting off the floor. Towa watched him, as if worried he might try and put a hand on him again.

"Towa, please calm down." Nicolas held up his hands as if to show he was no threat.

"Why? He's the one who touched me! He's just a weak, tiny human--he should know better."

"No need to be so scary! He just wanted to make sure all your new peers got to know your name." Hyde chimed calmly, sauntering up on stage. Towa eyed him, but didn't stop him from coming closer. Hyde looked to Moby, Nicolas, and Cornelius, who nodded and let him take over, quickly moving Cornelius offstage to check on his wrist. Finally, Hyde placed a gentle hand on Towa's shoulder, which he glared at but didn't lash out in response to. He turned towards the audience with him, gesturing to get their attention and calm the commotion. "Everybody calm down! Everything's alright now, no need to worry! Back to your seats, alright?"

Some of the ghouls and more responsible general students(and a handful of Institute security members, though most kept an eye on Towa on the stage) helped to calm everyone down and get anyone who hadn't immediately run out the building back in their seats. Once things had quieted a little more, Hyde placed a hand on each of Towa's shoulders and gave them a squeeze. He side eyed him, but only swayed side to side a little in impatience.

"Everybody, this is Towa Otonashi. He's a little bit of a handful, but I'm sure you'll all be able to get along if you get to know each other." Hyde introduced Towa to everyone as though he were a shy child and not a violent stranger. Immediately the chatter began again--they were expected to get along with this guy? "Now you can touch the mannequin's hand. Just think of your ambition for your time here and give it a squeeze! Just. . .not too hard, we only have the one."

Hyde released Towa and he walked over to the soul weighing mannequin. He stared at it dully. It was also an anomaly--and he didn't want an anomaly in his head. But he had to do it to be here, right? He frowned, squinting at it.

"Shut up." He snapped, quieting the room. However, he didn't seem to be talking to anyone in the audience, making eye contact with the mannequin. "Just do your job."

Finally, he placed his hand on its hand and squeezed it a little. For a tense moment, there was nothing.

"Hm? You are holding it, right?" Hyde peeked over. This was taking much longer than any other had, and people were beginning to talk again. But finally Towa's robes began to sway and the mannequin gave a little shudder, almost as if in discomfort or fear. "Ah, there we go."

When the soul weighing took place, numerous colors shone out from under the robes of the new student. A color for each of the ten houses, despite the new one not being available to the public.

However this time, only an inky black shone out from the crevices. The chattering got louder as worries arose that something was going wrong again. When Towa's robes no longer fluttered, he unclasped them and let them fall away.

"Well, what do you know! A new one for Ultio! Give him a round of applause, everybody!"

Slowly, tensely, applause began to break out as Towa examined his new clothes. A crisp black prison guard uniform decorated him now, giving him an almost military look when coupled with the boots that ended just below the knee. A black broach hung over one breast pocket, while the other was decorated with a contrasting image of colorful, embroidered flowers. The epaulettes on his shoulders similarly had flower motifs, though these were metal.

"It's got flowers on it~!" Towa cooed in delight, smiling brightly. Somehow this increased the applause--perhaps an attempt at reinforcing this cheerful mood he'd suddenly returned to.

"You're right! It does! Your hat does, too!" Hyde laughed, patting him on the head after popping the brimmed cap off to show him the flowers on either side of the Ultio house emblem on the front of it. Towa made an awed noise, taking the hat to look at, giggling and swaying side to side on either foot. Hyde pat his back and began to usher him backstage. "Now everyone sit tight for just a while longer! I'll check on the Chancellor and then we can get the next part of this show on the road! Towa, we're going to have a little chat before I take you to see your housemates, alright?"

"But I don't want to. . . ." Towa pouted up at him, seemingly no longer hostile, and allowed himself to be removed from the premises for a talking-to. The atmosphere in the hall was mostly relieved, and the chatter picked up again as they waited.

"A new ghoul in Ultio. . .looks like you're gonna have your hands full with that one." Rui sighed, leaning over to the redhead next to him, watching Towa escorted away. The Dionysia ghoul pat his friend on the shoulder. "You think you'll be alright, Harurin?"

Haru was quiet for a moment, fidgeting hands habitually clasping together beneath his habit. A lot of the Clementia students did it, although he wasn't sure who he'd be praying too for salvation despite living in a mockup of a cathedral full of statues of saints. He hummed in contemplation, then smiled brightly to Rui.

"He seemed chipper enough, right? Just gotta keep sudden movements to a minimum!" He laughed, masking uncertainty. "That or be really quick with them! But that's my specialty! I'm sure we'll make fast friends despite everything!"

"That's our Harurin! Always looking on the brights!" Rui cheered, high fiving him. The other Clementia students however didn't look so certain things would be alright, while the Ultio students smiled ominously at Haru's optimism.

Above them, unheard with all of the chatter and excitement, a bat screeched and flew out the hall, back to the ominous forest that had sprung up with the announcement of a new house. Ed smiled at the bat's return, despite his sixth sense's feeling of disturbance.

The sky was growing heavy with clouds and a storm was on the horizon.

[bakuliwrites]

This might be a little oddly specific, but what about The Arcana Main six with an MC whose family does not support the relationship? (possibly doesn’t like the LI, doesn’t want to give their blessing, overall just disapproves of the LI)

Thank you and best of wishes xxx

I would be delighted to write this one! Thank you so much for your request and I wish you the best as well 💜

M6 when MC's Family Does Not Approve of Them

It would certainly hurt Asra to know that your family doesn't approve of your relationship with him, or perhaps doesn't even approve of him. All Asra wants is for you to be happy, so knowing that he may somehow be contributing to your unhappiness is devastating to him.

He wonders often if your family is disapproving of him because of your history with him. If your family knows what went down between the two of you before, during, and after the plague. Or perhaps they're simply wary of the magician. Of his powers. "There's no point in speculating," you say to him one day after a particularly stressful visit to your hometown. Asra casts a troubled glance your way before pulling you into his arms and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You're right. All that matters is that you have each other.

He is a constant support in your life. If you have to visit your family, he is more than happy to be by your side, even if they don't care for him. And he's not about to let them take their frustrations or cruelty out on you. Fine, say unkind things about him. He can take it. But he's not going to let anyone hurt you. He'll stand up for you to your family. Whatever support you need from him, in whatever form, when it comes to your family, he's there for you!

His parents approve of you. In fact, they adore you! So he figures that the four of you (seven with Faust, Chimes, and Flamel!) can be your own little family 💜

Nadia is familiar with the feeling of family disapproving of a significant other. To say her marriage to Count Lucio was no picnic is an understatement, and with it came a lot of stress due to the fact that her family was incredibly displeased with him. But this doesn't mean that Nadia isn't deeply hurt by the fact that your family doesn't approve of the two of you being together.

At first, Nadia will probably go out of her way to try to win them over. Not in any ridiculous, over-the-top sorts of ways. But she'll offer any services of the palace, should your family need assistance with anything. She tries her absolute best to gift them with things that she knows they would like, and with your recommendations for what they might like/need.

After a while though, when nothing seems to be working, you sit her down and politely tell her not to bother anymore. "I just don't understand," you manage to whisper through the threat of tears. She lets you collapse into her, holding you close as you weep. She smooths away your tears with the pads of her thumbs and gives you a warm smile. "Sometimes things bear no explanation," she reasons, pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips, "All we can do is carry on with our lives and do what brings us joy."

Nadia isn't petty. Your family is still invited to all events she hosts, to every party, and ball and what not. But her gaze is cold and disapproving when she glances at your family members from across the room. She's quick to defend you, too. Her support is invaluable to you, and she wants you to know that she'll always have your back, even if your family doesn't 💜

Julian is devastated that your family doesn't like him. He's aware that he's not everybody's cup of tea. Normally, that doesn't get to him. But the fact that it's your family cuts him deep. He's not worried about himself, though. No, he can handle it when people don't like him. He is, however, worried about what it all means for you.

He frets often about their disapproval. He wonders if you would be better off being with someone else, someone that your family actually approves of, but he tries to quash that unhealthy train of thought. The two of you have a lot of late night discussions and debriefs about your family. Especially if you've had to interact with them extensively, say at an uncomfortable family dinner or gathering.

"Maybe I should simmer down a little when we're around your family," Julian suggests, worrying that he's a bit too boisterous for them or something. You shake your head, "No, you shouldn't. You should still be you. If they can't handle it, that's their problem." He admires your ability to stay strong, even though he knows your family's disapproval is painful for you. He wants to stay strong for you, too.

He'll be right by your side if you have to attend any family gatherings. Julian will slip his hand into yours and squeeze it tight if he can feel that you're getting stressed, or press a soft kiss to your cheek. He'll defend you if your family has the audacity to say anything about your relationship. He knows you've got his back, too. And luckily, his family adores you. You, Portia, and Mazelinka are the most important people in the world to him, and that's all that matters to Julian 💜

I think it would break Portia's heart if your family didn't approve of her or your relationship with her. She lost her family young, but was able to make one with her brother and the grandmas in Nevivon, so I think she would really be hoping to include your family in her own.

Whenever the two of you go to visit your family, Portia always brings a baked gift to try to smooth things over. She is polite and courteous, offers to help out around the kitchen, and tidy up after dinner. But none of it seems to smooth things over with your family. She starts to wonder if maybe she isn't good enough for them, if you'd be better off with someone of a little higher status or something.

"Nonsense," you tell her back at her cottage, snuggled up in bed together, "My family's opinion doesn't matter to me anyway." She smiles ruefully at you, knowing deep down that that isn't true. She can see the way it hurts you, but nonetheless, you put on a brave face. "It's okay if it's not okay," she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You give her a small smile, squeezing her hand tight, "You're what matters to me, Portia," you reassure.

Portia gets feisty if she needs to with your family, if they're being cruel to you. But otherwise, she tries to keep the peace if the two of you do have to interact with them. She has bouts of insecurity, where she feels like maybe it would be best if you found someone your family approved of. But you are quick to reassure her, and your obvious love for her is enough to prove that the two of you are meant to be 💜

Though Muriel is reserved, I feel that a lot of him would have been hoping to be able to become a part of your family, given that he lost his when he was so little. Having grown-up on his own, Muriel hoped that your family would be gracious enough to accept him into their circle, but unfortunately, that's not the case.

He wonders late at night when his thoughts keep him up if his past has anything to do with why your family doesn't approve of him. He wouldn't blame them. "Maybe we should just go our separate ways," he offers one afternoon after a particularly uncomfortable luncheon with your family. You frown at Muriel, quirking an eyebrow up, "Break-up with me because you want to break-up with me. Not because you think my family would like it."

And with that, it dawns on Muriel that you're with him despite what your family thinks of him. That you care about him, truly and deeply. That this is probably incredibly painful for you, too. "I love you, Muriel. I don't care what anyone else thinks," you say to him, spelling it our clearly and precisely.

You and Muriel decide that you don't need your family to approve. The two of you, and Inanna, are a family. And Asra, and Nadia, and Portia, and Julian (though Muriel agrees to this begrudgingly). The two of you have people in your life that care about you, that love and cherish you. Blood doesn't always mean everything, and the connections that you and Muriel have formed together, the bonds you've made, are what matter most 💜

At first, Lucio is flabbergasted as to why your family doesn't like him. He's so likeable, so what gives??? But over time, it dawns on him why your family might not approve of your relationship with him, and why they probably don't like him at all.

For a long time, he tries to win them over with overly-elaborate gifts that increase in amount (and in price) in the hopes of winning them over. He's desperate to gain your family's approval, hoping that at some point, he'll happen to send the right present and suddenly, all will be well. All will be forgiven and Lucio will be in their good graces.

When this doesn't work, he makes a show of expressing his adoration for you. He tries to talk to your family and convince them of how much he loves you. But nothing works. Lucio starts to feel defeated. "Why don't they like me?" he whimpers one evening, after another failed attempt at winning them over. You smile softly, gently tilting his chin up to look at you. "It doesn't matter what they think, Lucio," you reassure, brushing your lips featherlight against his, "You're important to me. I don't care what they think, and neither should you."

He stops trying so hard to gain their favor, and instead opts to ignore their existence (unless you have to visit them, in which case he'll try his best to be polite, but will likely come off as curt). Lucio feels a swell of confidence at your words. Oh yeah, that's right, it doesn't matter what they think! Lucio loves you, and you love Lucio, and that's all that matters 💜

[stripeydani]

what are some like, little seemingly irrelevant head canons you have for Good Intentions universe Randy that you haven't included (or that you have but could elaborate on) :)))

Harder than John, easier than Cody. Go figure!

He's actually really funny. When he relaxes and isn't stressing about titles he and John would turn into giggly teenagers after a couple of beers. Cody hasn't seen this side of him very often, but he has seen the softer side of him, which John didn't get as much of.

He is the most insecure out of everyone in the fic. By a mile. He is so scared of failure that it is almost crippling, he definitely has panic attacks in private.

The IED is very real, he takes medication for it. Mostly. Usually when Cody reminds him to (putting the responsibility onto Cody is VERY UNFAIR)

He genuinely regrets what went down between him and John, but he'll never admit it to anyone. Because insecurity.