#green weighted blanket my beloved

[yoloyeahhh]

sometimes i think and then thats too much so i just go to bed and cling to my blanket for dear life

[minnaci]

fushiguro toji x gn!reader · nsfw · wc: 1.4k

no pregnant, just breed.

contents: HEAVY BREEDING KINK (no pregnant, just breed, as the title implies), cumming inside (reader receiving), heavy daddy kink (reader calls toji "daddy", no age-play), penetrative sex (reader receiving), unrealistic cervix stimulation (reader receiving), one (1) brief check-in, self-aware over-the-top dirty talk (which both toji and reader semi-begrudgingly enjoy), gratuitous descriptions of cum, it's just self-indulgent smut i am cringe but i am FREE

reader details: reader has a vagina (referred to as a "pussy"), a clitoris, and a cervix. they are physically unable to become pregnant, which is implied to be a deliberate choice.

a/n: thank you to my beloved monty @shibaraki for sponsoring this truly self-indulgent flash-fic through @ficsforgaza! i got a little carried away... this was supposed to be around 500 words... ahsdkjf gg no re

"i don't wanna get pregnant, daddy," you choke the words out through every devastating, soul-wrenching thrust. his cock throbs inside of you. ah, there it is— toji's ever-reliable breeding kink.

you both know you can't get pregnant. it's no longer biologically possible for you, nor does toji actually want another kid. but damn if pretending you don't want to be bred full and heavy doesn't get toji going.

"mmm, i know, baby, but your body is just begging for it..." he pushes your thighs further against your chest, making your muscles ache with the stretch and letting him get impossibly deeper. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, and you yelp— a real one, a pained one, nothing like the sugary-sweet sobs you fake when you really want toji to wreck you.

toji pulls back immediately. your pussy gapes, mourning his loss. "color?"

"green," you say. the loss of his touch sends tremors through your skin. you reach for him, and he comes to you easily, blanketing you with his weight and pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "why? you?"

"you sounded like you were hurting, but i'm green if you are."

"you know i like when you hurt me," you say, letting your breath wash over the shell of his ear. you can feel the way his spine shudders, arches into you— all that power, all that desire, brimming under your hands. "and you were so deep, daddy, you were fucking my cervix. it hurt so, so good."

there's a tense silence. the beginnings of embarrassment make your cheeks warm. did you finally reach the limits of toji's depravity? was the dirty talk finally too cringe?

"baby," toji growls— a real, actual growl, what the hell— and captures your lips in a bruising kiss. "you're so fucking hot. what the fuck. why was that so fucking hot?"

with an internal sigh of relief, you mentally check "cervix kink" off on the list in your head. bingo.

"can you please kiss my cervix again?" you pout and cup his face in your hands, playing up the part of sweet, spoiled pet. "it misses you, daddy."

if his hands weren't occupied with lining his cock up with your needy entrance, you're sure toji would be pulling his hair out. he makes a hopelessly aroused noise— something close to a whimper, though you're sure he'd deny it if asked— and sinks back into you, inch by unyielding, unforgiving inch.

the tip of his cock finds your weakest spot again without much trouble. you can't help but clench tight, muscles contracting against your will as he circles his hips.

"there," you gasp, chest trembling. "right— right there, again, yes yes yes—"

his gaze sharpens as you sob and writhe on his cock. honestly, it's almost concerning how easily he makes your brain go fuzzy. pleasure clouds your consciousness, and you melt around his cock. any semblance of an act dissolves into nothingness as he fucks you with deep, devastating thrusts. "are all of those pretty noises for me, baby?"

"nnngh," you whimper through a truly devious roll of his hips. you're so full you can hardly stand it.

"mhm, very eloquent," he says, an amused crinkle at the corner of his eyes. for all that you know how to push his buttons, he know how to push yours right back. there's a deliciously patronizing edge to his tone when he speaks again. "there's my baby, using their big, smart words, like 'nngh' and 'ungh'."

"stop," you whine, protest breaking on a pitchy moan. it sounds enough like toji's mocking imitation of your noises that your cheeks flush with warmth. "you're being mean."

"i am, aren't i?" he purrs. the rough pad of his thumb finds your clit. your body instinctively tries to move away, overwhelmed by the sensation, but toji's weight keeps you trapped underneath him. there's nothing you can do but accept it— accept the firm circles against your clit, the aching pressure of the tip of his cock against your cervix, the heavy slap of his balls against your skin. "but you like it."

"no, i— i don't." an obvious lie. you both know it, based on the way toji grins at you, all teeth.

"silly thing." he tilts your hips up a bit, enough to bully his way deeper inside of you. "of course you do. look at you— just a few mean words and you're making a mess all over the sheets."

he's right— you're dripping. the slick, lewd sounds of your pleasure fill the room every time he moves his hips against yours. it's messy, filthy, wet— a perfect cocktail of hormones and arousal that makes your brain melt and leak out of your needy pussy.

submission comes easily enough when all you can think of how good toji is to you, how grateful you are to have a lover who knows your body even better than you know yourself. toji tears you apart with the hunger of a feral wolf, and the parting of your flesh under his fangs is sweeter than sin.

"feels so hot, daddy—" you gasp, clinging to him. heat pools between your legs, burning through the last of your sanity. he's your lifeline, your rock, the only thing preventing you from getting lost in this wildfire of pleasure. his cock is thick enough to rub up against every sweet spot you have without trying, but the sensations only grow more intense when he grinds his hips, stirring up your insides. "please, 's too hot, 'm gonna—!"

"go ahead, honey. give it to me."

his thumb catches against your clit just right, and the heat in your core boils over. you tumble over the edge, mind whiting out and eyes rolling back into your skull. toji's cock is big and heavy inside of you, and your pussy milks him shamelessly. the tip of his cock presses against the hungry mouth of your cervix in a lewd, aching kiss.

toji fucks you through your orgasm, letting you grind and ride out all of your shakes and shivers on his thick cock. he huffs a laugh as you finally flop back into the pillows, gazing up at him with a sweet, tired smile, even as your pussy flutters around him, aching for just a little more. "there you are. there's my baby, going all soft for me. you gonna let me breed you now?"

his cock feels so good that you can hardly think, much less speak, but raw, unfettered greed claws at your ribs, loosens your tongue just enough for you to mewl out a soft, "please, daddy."

to your dismay, he pulls out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside. he strokes the part of his shaft that he can reach, using your cum as his lube. the wet sounds are sickeningly hot, and your pussy reacts, kissing and milking at his fat cockhead as if to try and coax him just a bit deeper.

"fuck." his eyes lock on place where your body welcomes him in, still so eager, so wet. his stroking speeds up, a lewd little fap-fap-fap as his jaw hangs slack. "baby," he gasps, hips trembling. "baby."

"please," you say, mustering the strength to cup his face in your hands. he looks at you, looking nearly drunk on his pleasure. the sheer bliss in his dazed expression nearly makes you cum again. "please, daddy, please cum in me. my pussy needs it."

"fuck," he groans, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as his cock throbs out spurt after spurt of cum into your wanting pussy. with the way his cockhead sits at the mouth of your pussy, you can feel his cum leaking in deep, dripping down your walls to warm your aching cervix. finally, some fretful, restless instinct inside you settles, appeased by the warm, creamy dribble of his seed.

"so good." he squeezes his cock in his fist, milking out the last drops of cum. his fingers tremble as he guides his softening cock inside of you, using it to push his cum even deeper inside. "look at you, so sweet now that you've been bred. i should keep you like this all the time— spread open in my bed with my cum in your fucking womb. would you like that?"

"no pregnant," you say a familiar sort of sweet, post-sex giddiness washing over you. you giggle. "but okay."

he laughs, sounding a bit delirious himself. "of course, baby. i know. no pregnant. just breed."

networks: @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

[deadghosy]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:✧˚.📷⋆𖧧

"𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍"

Pair: you x slytherin

A/N: imagine this as any Slytherin boy you like.

He held you close to his body. His body against yours radiating heat, keeping you warm from the cold winter night. You couldn’t help but snuggle against your beloved Slytherin.

Soft kisses to your head made you giggle and smile. As much as your friends tried to tell you not to fall for a Slytherin like him. You couldn’t help but fall for his cunning and ambitious charms.

His hands rubbed your slight chub of a stomach. He always does it to pass the time of cuddling. And you loved it. You love how he doesn’t care about your body size or how tall, looks and anything else you felt insecure about. He just loves you for you. It makes you feel loved even more.

As you turned your body around to face him, he lifts his arm so you can turn more easily. Facing him felt unreal seeing your boyfriend’s eyes looking into your own. He slowly smiled. Kissing the top of your cold nose. “Merlin’s beard you’re cold love…” he says with low chuckle. Grinning as you chuckle yourself, you had to admit you did feel mostly cold in your face.

“Guess you can say, I’m cold hearted.” You said jokingly which made him groan and lift his arms from you. “You and your corny little jokes love..” you knew he was being annoyed in a joking way as you just laughed at your own unfunny joke.

“It wasn’t that bad darling—” “but it was.” He said laughing at your deflated face. “Harshhh…” you then poked his chest. “Do you have any better joke?” You asked with crossed arms. Looking at him with a raised brow.

“Actually I do my little jester.” He said with a mischievous smile. “And the joke is right in front of me.” Immediately you tried to kick him off the bed only for him to laugh and dragged his body on top of you. “Hey! Get off me you bloody bloke!” He laughed seeing you struggle under his body weight. “Nope. Not until you said my joke was funny love.” “But it wasn’t!” You said muffled against his chest.

He then gets off of you, smiling that devilish smile that you fell in love with. “Okay I got an actual joke..wanna hear it?” You nodded slowly as he sits up straight with you. “What did the blanket say when it fell off the bed..”

“What?” You said with a pout. You didn’t know where he was going with this. But you might as well stick to it.

“Oh sheet…” you were trying really hard not to laugh. It wasn’t because the joke was funny. It was because it was unfunny. You had an upside down smile as your boy was just sitting there for a response. “You can laugh darling…” “it wasn’t funny—” “then why are you smiling?” That’s when you bursted out laughing making him smile. “I-it’s not funny! But it’s just…” you couldn’t breathe while he only kept his smile. He loved your laugh. He was just glad you were in love with him just like how he’s in love with you. After you calmed down, he lifted his hand towards the side of your cheek. He was glad you chose him instead of any other boy in Hogwarts. As he leans in, you lean in shortly after.

“I think green suits you well darling..” he said lastly, kissing you softly.

[rockingrobin69]

Yes

For my beloved @getawayfox. Happy birthday!

“I want you naked,” Potter said, nuzzling the spot under Draco’s ear, and Draco—

“Yes,” he whispered, “yes, anything,” pushing into the mounting pressure of his body, hands roving, raving, anywhere they could reach, under Potter’s shirt and up his back and down his sides, to his belt, to the curve of his arse and the pockets, sliding in, “yes, yes.”

Everywhere Potter’s fingers touched sparked under his skin. Constant tiny starbursts, dazzling. Then worse, his laughter, warm in the hollow of Draco’s neck: “Darling—”

“Yes,” Draco breathed. He was shivering with how much he meant it.

“Here. Let me,” fumbling with the buttons. Draco’s shirt was so ridiculously unimportant when all of this: lemon-apple shampoo and soft flannel, Potter’s body in all the fits and stalls he could catch. Whimpering, diving head-first into Potter’s shoulder, kissing, licking, sucking in gently and then not at all so. Potter was still laughing: “Draco!”

“Mmmf,” finding the will to detach, only to bring himself to look at bright green eyes.

“You’re so—” Potter stroked his cheek, then cradled it, looking—just looking at him, so close and trembling with excitement, or maybe that was the world, trembling, trembling. The light was in love with him too, Draco thought: in the delicate catch of each eyelash and in the curve of his lips and on the tip of his nose, every single part of him luminescent. Draco wanted… everything. Overwhelmed, overpowered, overjoyed.  

Whatever came out of his mouth was a yes. “Potter,” a gasp, and “in here,” pulling towards, ah, he hoped it was a bedroom—something hard at his back and then something softer. They found a mattress, found each other, writhing out of their clothes, spell-stuck together. Losing contact was in no way permissible, so they just kept on however they could: Draco holding Potter’s elbow as he shuffled out of his socks, Potter’s fingers skimming the skin suddenly cleared of his trousers, up and down his hipbone.

“You,” Potter was saying, the dizzying brush of his stubble on Draco’s cheeks, “you’re just—”

Draco didn’t know what he was, and truly it couldn’t matter. Not right now. Not when Potter was pushing him backwards, climbing, all gracelessly graceful and recklessly stunning. It might actually have been stupefying, seeing as none of Draco’s frenzied limbs were willing to move. He let Potter take him all the way to the headboard (one hand at the back of his neck, the other trailing under his waistband, boxers still on, why was anything still—) just sat there all sack-of-potatoes and staring with sick adoration at Potter, Potter, so much Potter above him and all around him, Potter.

“Po—” the grunt punched out of him, Potter’s knee in his groin, then his laughter in Draco’s ear, “fuck, sorry, haha, I’m so,” and it, it, barely registered, any of it. Potter was crushing him to the mat and the whole world was spinning, erupting in flames or, something. Everything was three sizes too large and blistering hot. He wanted it so badly. God, he wanted, wanted, wanted, and Potter gave, Potter kept giving.

Skin to skin, both of them feverish, possibly mad. It burned so bright behind his eyelids, tingling everywhere, the crook of his elbow, behind his knees, the soles of his feet. The back of his neck, buzzing, the sweetly-sore spot under his jaw still damp. He was so… it was all so…

“Draco,” into the shell of his ear, “Draco, Draco,” singeing-hot, and Draco said, “Yes,” just kept saying it in non-words, in mewls and nips and frantic fingers, in moans, “yes, yes.”

The night seemed endless, star-bright. Half-rolled into the thin blanket, all his nerve-endings alight, and the room sang back to him in delight, in revelation. Potter, in his arms, a sweat-drenched cacophony; it was summer still somehow, under the thunderous rhythm of his heart, the lovely weight of this joy.

The flutter of the curtains in the barely-there wind was its own little song. Draco tapped along with his fingers: yes, yes.

[genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles]

Can I request a fluff scenario? I'm thinking Alhaitham, Xiao, Scara, and Thoma find you sleeping on the table/couch when the reader waits for them to return. I thought this would be so cute to see :D

Aww that is so adorable, if only I had men that would do that for my unloved ass. :D

Alhaitham ♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡━━━♡

Immediately he would go to you, immediately. He sees his beloved waiting for him, of course it is only logical to entertain that wait.

When he sees you sleeping, a rare slight blush erupted on his cheeks as he sees you sleeping on the table, reading one of this books in his endless stacked books on his chest.

He took in the your beautiful face as he gently dragged his hand along side your arm, all the way up to your head and moved your hair out of your face.

After taking in the scene of you waiting for him, he will pick you up and carry you to bed.

Of course he would take care of you first, clean your face, change your clothes for you.

He would make sure you are warm, but actually dressing you in his own clothing. You seemed to love wearing his clothing, and he would be annoyed, however, this time, he will allow it.

He would rub your back, and make sure you were sleeping properly.

He then will join you after, as he put on his own pajamas, and took care of himself.

He cleaned up after you, and the books you were reading, he will definitely tease you about this later on in time.

Finally, he climbed into bed with you, he pulled you on top of him.

He wanted to feel your weight on him this time, he wanted you to sleep on top of him.

You were sleeping quietly on top of him, with his green chest gem not even bothering you at all.

He rubbed your head and hugged you into his chest, he then fell asleep, after making sure you were okay.

Xiao ★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★★○★○★○★○★○★○★○★○

At first he was confused as to why you were sleeping on his table i his room.

The more he looked however, he saw you had almond tofu waiting for him when he came back.

He gently walked to you, and kneeled besides you and watched you sleep.

You were waiting for him? No one really waited for him like this, so he didn’t know what to do fully.

However the more he thought, the more he looked at you, as to why you put yourself in such an uncomfortable situation, he then realized.

It was for him, that you cared for him, and loved him. At that thought, he smiled and gently put his head down at the table and faced your sleeping face.

All of a sudden, it didn’t seem uncomfortable anymore.

He smiled with slight blush on his cheeks, as his hand searched for yours gently, once he found it, he held it.

He had a gently smile as he watched you quietly. The moment you adjust however, he would wake you up and gently help you to bed.

He would sit on the bed and watch over you the whole night, and in return he will wait for you to wake up.

Scaramouche ☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★→☆→★

He would pretend not to care, but in fact he loved this. It showed how much you cared for him.

He will pretend that he found this annoying, however as he seen that you are fully asleep, his face softens.

He would gently drape a blanket over your back and fix your hair, as he watched you rest on the couch.

However, when you wake up, he will act like nothing happened and even scold you for sleeping on the dirty table.

Of course he would secretly like it, maybe even leave a present for you to wake up to. Nothing obvious, but lets say you lost something, he would buy another one for you and place it there for you. Making you assume you found it or that he found it eventually.

Oh how he really wants to hold you, kiss you and love you for waiting for him, however his ego will hold him back from that, he wanna act like nothing bothers him and that you have nothing on him because in case you betray him, he won't be affected but somehow, you doing this for him doesn't make things any easier.

Low key, will immediately become a tiny bit possessive of you after, as since this was done for him and only him, he wants other things to follow that, as it feels nice to have something be done for him and only him.

However, if his ego takes a back seat, he would pick you up, kiss your forehead and walk you to bed, and lay you by him, he would hug you from behind.

He would still have a foul mouth about it, but he will blush when saying foul things.

But still would try and act like nothing happened, and move on, despite this getting to him a lot.

Thoma ─ •✧• ─── •✧• ─── •✧• ─── •✧• ──── •✧• ──

He would feel incredibly bad.

Like very bad.

He can’t stand the idea, sight, concept or even process of you being uncomfortable, especially for him. He should have been the one to do this with you.

He would drop EVERYTHING, and walked to you. He would see how bad your posture is.

How dirty the table is. ( It's not, he is just being dramatic )

How uneven the chair to table ratio is.

He would see all of this and immediately panick.

"Oh no no no, sweety, you can’t be doing this." Thoma would whisper to you, and would scold himself for letting things lead to this.

He would immediately go in his room, and ready his bed, he would open the sheets, replace it with thick sheets, maybe even add heating pads, replaced the pillows with very comfy ones. ( Maybe even steal Ayato's premium soft cushion pillows and leave him pillowless and with neck pain )

He would then go back to you, and gently wake you up, and guide you to the bedroom.

He would help dress you in pajamas, and massage your back with scented oils.

He wanted to make sure there was no effects of that for you, no back pain, no neck pain, nothing. He won't tolerate it. He has a very focused face as he wants to make sure you feel good during the massage and back rubs.

If you fall asleep while he does this, he would be very happy, as he feels like he was able to help loosen your back up enough to have you rest.

He would the tuck you in, and check on you as he finish the rest of his work.

Once he is done, he will join you and rest his head on your shoulder, with one arm around you. The other arm is intertwining your finger.

You wont know it, but the last thing he did before sleeping, is smile at you with a slight blush on his cheek, but he won’t tell you that. But he would scold you the next day about waiting for him.

[aetherdoesthings]

AETHERRRRR. MY BELOVED. HIIII 'TIS I, ENIES LOBBY ANON!!!! :DDDDDDD (also I love hanahaki au fic, I know I said that already, but I just wanted to let you know again)

Came with another request!!! And surprisingly, it's not Robin, even though I love her sm. Feel free to take your time with this one, really, no need to rush! I know you said in your latest post that you haven't gotten the chance to write zoro a lot, so I'll request one for you :))). Also, I don't feel like emotionally wrecking myself, so no angst again, sadly.

Zoro x Reader, where Reader has a crush on Zoro and Reader does a bunch of secret little things for Zoro when she thinks he doesn't notice (like putting a blanket on him when he falls asleep, propping his head with a pillow, slipping the occasional sake bottle next to him, placing a glass of water besides his stuff while he exercises, etc). And I think that Zoro would find out about it but would want to see it for himself, so one day he catches Reader trying to do a secret act of service and it kinda leads into Reader confessing her feelings to Zoro? Anyways, I kinda love Zoro, if you couldn't tell. (but Robin will always be my wife. Unless you're willing to share lol.)

Anyways that was the request, take it or not, this is more for you than me and I just had an idea pop in my head. Thank you in advance!! Again, reminders that I love you and your work and blog are awesome!! :))))))

-Enies Lobby anon :DDD

hello eneis lobby anon!!! robin will always be my wife too 😁 (you can have her during summers)

forethoughts: i just came back from camp!!! i'm so exhausted and my muscles are in pain :,). oh well, life goes on. gonna start writing requests soon. feel free to request if you wish!

notes: gn!reader

From the moment you stepped on board the Sunny as the newest crew member, the sight of the green haired swordsman taking a small nap on deck or working out was enough to make your heart beat and palms getting sweaty.

Roronoa Zoro, the right hand man of the future King of the Pirates, the man who could wield three swords at the same time, and the man who always fell asleep on deck. You were swooned by his camaraderie and bravery in a fight, attracted to those muscles on his arms and back, and even on his legs because he never skipped leg day.

It was safe to say you were completely in love with him, and would do anything to keep him safe and sound.

You knew it was a one in a billion chance that Zoro would even like someone like you, but you didn’t want to simply stay on the side and watch Zoro shift uncomfortably on the wooden planks or shiver from the cold of the night.

Whenever you caught Zoro asleep leaning against the mast, you would put a weighted blanket on his body and a pillow behind his head. 

When Zoro was going into the galley for lunch or dinner, you’d occasionally slip a bottle of sake into his hands like magic, to the point you made Zoro believe if he had the power to summon sake bottles. 

Whenever Zoro announced he was going to lock himself in the gym until he was done working out, you’d sneak into his sanctuary and place two glasses of water on the floor, extra towels, some fruits and snacks, and a protein drink.

You did all of that as quiet and stealthily as you could, doing it whenever the rest of the Straw Hats weren’t looking. Zoro never noticed your actions; he was asleep after all. Or, that’s what you thought.

One day, as you were about to put the blanket on Zoro, you felt a gaze upon you; someone was looking at you doing this. You looked up at Zoro, and let out a yelp, the stone cold gaze of the swordsman boring into your eyes.

“So you’re the one doing this.” Zoro stated matter-of-factly with a monotone voice.

You recomposed yourself, hiding the pillow behind your back, but it was probably useless since the swordsman probably knew. 

“I’m going to guess I’m not really magic, then? I can’t summon sake whenever I want?”

You stayed silent, looking at your shoes.

“Why are you doing all of this?”

You took a deep breath, as the bottle of emotions you had cramped inside your heart began to flood out. You ranted to Zoro about your feelings about him, that you were scared that he wouldn’t ever like you back and that you were out of his league. So you had resorted to doing tiny acts of service to channel and express your feelings. You kept talking, not once stopping for breath.

Once you finally stopped, you looked at Zoro, waiting for a reply.

“Well, you could’ve just said so next time.” Zoro scoffed, beckoning you to sit down next to him. 

You did so, as Zoro pulled your body closer to him, pushing your head against his shoulder. He didn’t say anything after that, and you didn’t dare move. So you stayed there, head leaning on his shoulder as the two of you fell asleep.

[rrat-king]

23, 29, 35 for sandra lynn if you have them?

oo or 9, 26, 42 for kristen!! (character for 26 is your choice!)

for sandra lynn my beloved:

22. Best physical feature

oh absolutely her hair. she has to keep it a certain length for practicalities sake but she takes great deal of pride in it. she has very specific rituals for taking care of her hair, braiding it in very specific ways. she also spent like. so much time when fig was a kid braiding her hair and making sure it looked nice or doing it up for when fig was in cheer.

29. Eating habits

she is a snacker. big meal? sure. a million little snacks? heaven for her. if you check the bag she takes to work it is full of a bunch of different baggies. she cannot cook for shit so in the time that she was broken up with gilear before she moved in jawbone she lived exclusively off of microwave dinners and little snack foods. she only really likes veggies raw so she will just eat raw carrots and give baxter the greens.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

she is such a creature of habit. she loves her job so its getting to spend her day working with baxter and come home to her family. the ideal is eating dinner and then getting the whole family to go on a walk with her, though usually it's just her and jawbone.

for my beloved kristen:

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

i fell in love with krsiten pretty much immediately just in the fact that she is an ally beardsley character and i have a deep insane love of them. i really just love how genuine and earnest she is though. like she loves so deeply and even season one she may not know a whole lot, being so sheltered but she is so curious and cares so deeply i just. i love her

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

the thing about kristen is that she has died enough times that if she is not in active danger of doing it again than she's just gonna chill. she's stuck in an elevator with anyone? well that means time to leard their life story. what did your granma used to do for work? do you think that fate is real? opinions on small dogs? she is asking it all man

42. 3 comfort items

teddy bear of concentration is such a beloved stuffie. does she get looks for carrying around a teddy bear? sure. unimportant. she is also a weighted blanket girly cuz she has issues with dissociating and feeling untethered and she can't always have her friends just lay on top of her. i will harp on kristen wearing dog tags always. she has dog tags. they have jawbones number on them. she is his kid. i will never stop talking about this.

ask game here!!!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 4th 2023

"Cropped Rainbow" or Asparagus Hollandaise with Poached Eggs

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Gouache Blender Brush, and some messy Pencil brush details to experiment with the shiny look. 16 colors. ~2 hours give or take a bathroom break and some wrist rest.)

One of the eggs broke on the way to the drawing realm oh noooo! Ah well, it's still tasty. As we all know, poached eggs are my fave because the yolks are runny and the whites are cooked but soft and they add rich, fatty, flavor to everything and are a good hit of protein for a healthy dish. This is probably a little more fat in one sitting than you need honestly, what with the butter in the hollandaise, but still. Healthy is relative and this sure as heck is healthier than my breakfast of 2 chocolate bars. (Don't tell God and maybe I won't gain weight. XD) As far as healthy veggies go, asparagus has to be one of my faves. Hollandaise helps anything, but even by itself, asparagus properly cooked (i.e. not overcooked) is delicious. I had a couple ideas for today but most of them were fried eggs because of my inspo board (AKA all the images I pulled up of fried eggs on Google) But mom said "eggsparagus" as a joke October 1st and so I pulled that idea out of the bag today to spare everyone from a week of only fried eggs because God knows I would definitely do that. As for the title, it was funny to me how we have orange, yellow, green and blue on the same piece and how that's kind of the middle bit of the rainbow. Most of the colors were necessitated by the subject but I just happened to pick blue for the background and I liked it so... Cropped Rainbow. (Cough cough I sure DO hope some breadbugs show up to the picnic to sample the eggs. One is ready to be eaten already since it popped open and depending on how much mess the breadbugs mind, they could probably haul all that asparagus back to the burrow for later. Shout out to @lady-quen who has blanket permission to draw the beloved breadbugs stealing or not stealing as many of my eggs as the little guys desire to steal. Been loving the little guys so far!)

And as always, egg for the egg gods. Thanks to @quezify for always drawing such delicious looking eggs! An inspiration for sure!

[cryssyd]

A Love Beyond Hell

Previous: Chapter 3

It is an adaption to "Always and Forever" by ChaoticDoll (MadamMimic505) at Quotev.com.

Pairings: Alastor x Reader (Julia) Female

Summary: While resting after a long day, Julia's thoughts are interrupted by a loud knock at her door. Only to find that a vengeful intruder invades her home. As she desperately fights for survival, someone comes along to the rescue.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Established Relationship, Violence, Death, Graphic Details, Pregnancy and Birth, Smut, Minors DNI

Chapter 4

Raindrops danced on the windows of the charming house nestled in the misty forest. Julia cozied up by the fireplace, wrapped in a cozy blanket from the bed. Leaning over the arm of the sofa, she held a colouring crayon in her hand, meticulously filling in the final details of her beloved buck. The radio softly played a love song, causing her to sway gently from side to side as if she had a dance partner. Humming along with a soft smile, she reached for a red coloured pencil to give the buck's sturdy hooves a faded ombré effect.

¯ You’re mine, and we belong together, yes, we belong together for eternity. You’re mine. Your kiss belongs to me, yes. It belongs to only me. Oh, for eternity. ¯

¯ You’re mine, mine, mine, baby. And you’ll always be. I love you so much. I love you so much my darlin’ I’ll always love you ¯

Julia's cheeks tinged with a soft pink hue; Alastor's charm was undeniable. He always seemed to know exactly how to bring a warm smile to her face. Despite loving the beautiful music he played, Julia longed to catch a glimpse of him. Just once, she would give anything to gaze into those loving chestnut eyes again. Letting out a wistful sigh, she reached for her 'Oh Deer' mug filled with hot chocolate. After taking a sip and relishing the sweet taste, Julia hummed contently and placed the mug back on the table. As she sat up, a sudden unfamiliar creak caught her attention. The house had always made noises, but this one felt different. Much heavier.

"Alastor?" She hesitated, her voice echoing through the silence. Against her better judgment, she couldn't resist the flicker of hope that ignited within her. Startled, she nearly broke the pencil in half as a knock resonated from the door. Her heart raced, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Visitors were a rarity in these secluded woods where both she and Alastor resided. Her parents occasionally made the journey, but they always gave prior notice. With trembling hands, she reached for the knife concealed beneath the coffee table, a precautionary measure Alastor had taken. The weight of the blade reassured her, its gleaming silver tainted by a faint crimson hue.

She cautiously gripped the knife, tiptoeing towards the door, her heart racing in her chest. Another knock echoed, louder and quicker than before. The radio had abruptly fallen silent, enveloping the room in an eerie stillness. Inhaling deeply to steady herself, she unlocked the door and cracked it open slightly to peek outside. Who could be visiting at this late hour, not even nine-thirty yet? Standing there was a young man, likely in his late twenties. Tall, with messy blonde hair and a hint of stubble, she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling he gave her. He sported an orange hunting vest, a knife in its sheath at his waist, and a rifle slung across his back.

Julia inquired if she could be of assistance, turning her head to find him standing there by himself. His piercing green eyes scanned her up and down, a hint of disdain in his expression. "Are you Mrs. Altruist?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Why is that relevant? Look, if you're here to hunt, just know that nothing on this land is open for that. I kindly request that you depart before my husband steps in." She gave him a stern look.

The man's mischievous grin accompanied his question, "Nah, I'm not interested in hunting anything, but do enlighten me, how does your husband manage to come when he's already stone-cold dead?" Julia's face drained of colour as a chill ran down her spine. "How on earth did you find out?"

“I've noticed you around town, and it seems like you've been flying solo for quite some time now. And let's face it, your man isn't exactly in a position to do much after my brother took care of him.” The blonde let out a chuckle as she watched the shock register in her eyes. Julia's grip tightened on the knife hidden behind her back. "What?!" she growled. "What is it that you're after?"

He hissed. "You're the reason my brother ended up behind bars for doing everyone a favour! Did you ever consider why he pulled the trigger in the first place?"

She clenched her jaw, seething with rage. "Leave immediately! Your despicable brother is responsible for taking away the person I cherished the most in this world - my husband! Get off my property before I do something I'll regret!"

The man pressed his fist against the door, keeping it ajar. "You won't be seeing your husband anytime soon, not after I'm through with you," he sneered. With a forceful shove, he pushed the door open, his dirty hand seizing her neck as she fought back, slicing his arm with a knife. Despite the pain, he held on tightly. So, you're a fighter, huh? I must admit, I had you pegged as a naive girl. But hey, I'm pleasantly surprised!

He lifted her once again, feeling her resistance as she clawed at his wrists in an attempt to break free from his grip. With a forceful shove, he pushed her against the table, causing her to let out a pained groan as the radio toppled over beside her, along with Alastor's shattered glasses. The blonde approached her with a cruel smirk, revelling in the sight of her defeated form on the floor. Among the debris on the table, her knife lay discarded, a symbol of her failed attempt to defend herself. Julia's eyes narrowed with determination, tears streaming down her face as she prepared to stand her ground against the looming threat.

The room was suddenly filled with static, the radio screen flashing from yellow to bright red. The air grew heavier with static, making Julia cover her ears in discomfort as the pitch increased. Annoyed, the man reached for the radio as the paintings and pictures on the walls began to shake and rattle. The house seemed to come alive with loud cracking and knocking sounds echoing against the walls, expressing the anger of its lone owner towards the intruder. The fire in the fireplace roared, flames licking up the chimney and casting monstrous shadows around the living room. The flames grew higher, hinting at impending doom.

“If you're searching for blood and bones, I recommend checking behind you.”

The radio wailed relentlessly amidst the crackling static, its voice resonating with a bone-chilling menace that Julia could only associate with her darkest nightmares. "What on earth?!" The young man instinctively recoiled as the rattling and trembling intensified, only to collide with an unexpected obstacle - or rather, someone. A towering, shadowy figure emerged from the very floor behind him, causing Julia's eyes to widen in sheer disbelief. The shadow possessed what appeared to be antlers, growing larger and more imposing with each passing moment. Gradually, the shadows dissipated, revealing an incredibly tall and gaunt figure, adorned solely in a vibrant red pinstripe suit paired with black trousers. The static intensified, causing her temples to throb relentlessly. With its elongated claws piercing into the man's shoulders, eliciting a pained grimace, he turned to meet the gaze of the Radio Demon's malevolent eyes.

“Who do you think you are, touching my beloved Julia with your dirty hands?”

The man's horrified shriek pierced the air as he was violently propelled upwards. From the floorboards emerged sinister shadow-like creatures, viciously tearing into him with their razor-sharp claws and gnashing teeth. Blood and entrails splattered across the living room, drenching the furniture, walls, and ceiling in a macabre shade of red. Paralyzed with terror, she watched as the man was mercilessly dismembered, his life essence pooling into the fiery abyss of the fireplace, while the shadow creatures dragged him away, his screams echoing in terror. Suddenly, his cries were abruptly silenced, and the deafening static ceased. The living room fell into an eerie silence, with only her paralyzed form and the sound of her breath. It was as if the man had never existed, leaving no trace behind, despite the gruesome aftermath left by the shadows. Slowly, she mustered the strength to rise, her tear-filled eyes fixated on the figure before her - a man in a crimson pin-striped suit and black trousers, kneeling with his hand extended.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he inquired, his crimson eyes fixated on Julia with concern. She couldn't comprehend why this peculiar being, who had just moments ago condemned a man to a dreadful fate, was now extending a helping hand towards her. However, as her fear-ridden mind started to process the situation, a sudden realization struck her, causing her eyes to widen in disbelief. "Did he just say her name?!" As she carefully observed the towering figure, she began to identify those eyes, although his appearance seemed drastically altered.

Julia couldn't believe her eyes as she uttered, "A-Alastor?" Doubt lingered in her voice, unsure if her grief had driven her to madness. But there he stood, with a smile that radiated warmth, just like the one he used to give her. "The one and only, my dearest," he replied, confirming her wildest dreams.

His words were filled with a mix of regret and protectiveness as he muttered, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just couldn't bear the thought of that filth touching you." At that moment, Alastor stood before her, and her mind struggled to comprehend his presence. Without hesitation, she lunged forward, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she sobbed into his chest. Alastor's arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer to him. Julia's voice trembled with emotion as she whispered amidst her tears, "I thought you were gone forever, Alastor. I never thought I'd see you again."

"Do you remember when I promised to be with you until death separates us?" He inquired, his hand gently caressing her back, providing solace and reminding her of his unwavering support. "Of course," she replied. Alastor chuckled, shifting his position to allow her to meet his gaze. "Well, my love, I must confess that I deceived you. I could never bear to be apart from you," he whispered affectionately, delicately tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "That's why I've always been by your side."

With a hint of surprise in her eyes, she gazed at him, knowing that his presence had always been unmistakable. "I had a feeling," she said, calming down enough to lean in and kiss his toothy grin. He eagerly returned the kiss, and after enduring so much, they were finally reunited, even if it was under dangerous circumstances. He was back home, safe and sound, but most importantly, he was by her side once more.

Next: Chapter 5

[aquilathefighter]

Fluffbruary 22: Dawn

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Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Dream feels Hob’s connection to the Dreaming blur. From where they sit in Fiddler’s Green, limbs tangled together over a gingham blanket he whispers in Hob’s ear.

“You will wake soon, beloved.” Hob groans, clinging tighter to him.

“Don’t wanna,” he says, muffled by Dream’s robes.

“You must. I will join you in the Waking.” Dream looks at the back of Hob’s head fondly. Always so reluctant to leave, even though he will still be cuddled on the other side.

“Fine,” Hob grumbles as he fades from Dream’s arms.

His eyes flutter open as dawn breaks. The bed is warm from the sun beaming through the eastern window. He reaches out an arm to the other side of the bed, hand coming in contact with miles of smooth skin.

Rolling over, he croaks, “Good morning, love.”

Dream is laying on his side, one arm propping him up. He’s shirtless, laying directly in the sunbeams like a very large housecat. His pale skin glows, and if Hob didn’t know better, he’d think he was one of those vampires from the books his students were into a few years ago.

Hob scoots closer, getting an arm under Dream to pull him to his chest. Hob craves skin-to-skin contact. It’s electric: the way Dream’s bare chest rubs against his own furry one, the cool touch of Dream’s hands against his back, burying his face in the crook of his neck and pressing kisses there. As their legs intertwine, Hob lets out a happy sigh.

“Mmm, you’re so lovely. I will never get tired of this.” He squeezes Dream tighter, lifting his head to kiss him.

“I believe I should be saying that, Hob Gadling,” Dream rumbles. Hob shivers at the way he purrs his name, somehow both cool and fond.

He can’t resist Dream’s wiles any longer. He rolls on top of his lover, pressing kisses all over his face until finally landing on his lips. Their lips interlock, forgetting about morning breath and achy joints. Hob presses his whole-body devotion to Dream’s lips until he has to breathe.

Pulling back, he pants, “Can we just stay in bed all day? I don’t have to be anywhere, promise.”

Dream smiles up at him. “Certainly, my lover.”

At his utterance, Hob drops his full weight onto Dream and rolls them over, closing his eyes. He takes the time to enjoy Dream’s weight on him, the feel of his lithe muscles against Hob’s own body. Dream buries his face in Hob’s neck, inhaling his scent, feeling his vast mind settle.

As the sun’s rays rise higher in the sky, the pair hardly move, simply enjoying the togetherness of their bodies.

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- Austin Tomassian

Don't fear the Reaper...at least not this one! Here's Austin T! As always, thanks to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!

Species: Reaper

Appearance/Attire: Translucent tanned skin with visible bones on arms and legs, skeletal markings on face, wavy, neck-length white hair, tied back in a ponytail, sunken eyes, glowing green with black sclera. Wire-rim glasses, chain necklace with two charms (Phantom mask and death scythe), long black cloak that fades to pastel green at hem, tied with white ribbon and a platinum skull clasp, Pastel Green Sweater with grey rib-cage decal, ripped grey jeans with chain belt, White boots with thick black soles, decorated with chains. Long black staff with curved scythe blade.

Bio: A shy boy with the inherited job of collecting recently departed souls, Austin is a kind soul who hates feeling like people are afraid of him, kind of a given when you're literally a grim reaper. Despite his kind's terrifying reputation, Austin's friends know he's a sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly if he could help it. His favorite hobbies are dancing and reading romance novels, for Pete's sake. Austin is very close to his three best friends, who all share his name. If you upset this adorable reaper, prepare to die! Austin also has a lovely singing voice, often providing vocals for his beloved boyfriend, Jean.

Quotes:

"Please don't fear the reaper!"

"I may take souls, but mine is all yours, my rock angel!”

"Laugh all you want, Lila, but death always comes for you in the end."

"Be careful, guys! You can only reap what you sow!"

"Great thing about reapers? Our cloaks are magical, and the ultimate weighted blanket! So comfy!"

"Okay, who took my scythe! Touching the blade will kill you. Just thought I'd let you know!"

Death is nothing to be afraid of, at least not with TeeTee around! Leave thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[kaoharu]

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? / Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? / What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? / Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

Peace and love <3

ask game !!

no idea what number questions these are so im just gonna number them starting from 1 🫶 thank uuu for the ask tho beloved mimi <333

1. closed !! its been like that since we got cats bc they try to eat my belongings 💀💀

2. i Used to have Two. we were friends for abt 4yrs ??? anyways they kinda Suck now so we arent friends anymore <- big drama happened

3. two to three depending on the thickness q weight of each blanket !! i like having one weighted blanket + either one large comforter or two thin fuzzy blankets if that makes sense :]

4. i drink both !! Kind Of . both have to be very sweet 👍 and coffee has to be a frappe if not my instant coffee i have at home. also No Green Tea. sorry im a fake asian /j

[dumbfandomdoodles]

500 word fic for a Ninjago WIP Telephone challenge! My prompt was Cole & Pixal! 

Also posted on ao3 if that’s more your style ---> here

Bodies

“Does it feel weird?” The air is still, the monastery quiet. Cole and Pixal sit on the steps of the courtyard, the weight of the night covering them like a well-loved blanket, the tug of insomnia having pulled them both from their beds and into the starlight.

“I don’t understand. Did what feel weird?” Pixal’s head tilts in the robotic way he could barely remember from before.

“Having your body back.” He flexes his fingers in front of him, the orange glow of his element rushing along them until he’s so sure they will drip into oblivion. They don’t. “I mean, I just.. Didn’t get a chance to ask, earlier.” She rocks backwards and then forwards again, nodding. 

“You got yours back, too.” It’s a fact, one noone else has ever considered before. He shivers at the memories of the cold disconnect from life. He wonders if that’s how nindroids always feel, but he doesn’t have the words to ask. She fills in the silence for him, tracing the lines of the bricks with her fingers. “I get to choose what I touch now, what I feel. Zane’s processor is different from mine. He just feels so much more.” He leans down and they trace the grooves together, a mandala of shared experiences. And yet not shared, Cole realises, as he thinks more about what she said. The beloved brightening for him, the dearest dampening for her. Cyrus Borg did not mean to create a daughter the way Doctor Julien created his son. It would be unbearable to feel when you hadn’t before. 

“It hurt, when I went through Yang’s portal.” He confides, “I never knew having to look at colour and feel your clothes could hurt”

“I never got used to it.”

“Do you miss it?” Pixal blinks, slowly, and takes his hand. 

“Do that thing again. Where you glow.” And her hand is so cold, and his element is so warm, and she is made of metal so she doesn’t have to pull away because he won’t hurt her. 

Cole doesn’t know when it is that he falls asleep, just that Pixal is gone when he wakes up. The stars are beginning to twinkle out slowly, the pink of the new day showing itself. He sits up with a groan. He almost can’t remember the conversation they’d been having, but he feels lighter.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Pixal lowers herself down next to him, steaming cup of tea in her hands. “I just got up to get some breakfast. Zane’s making pancakes, so if you want something, I would wait.”  He nods groggily, rubbing his eyes. She continues on without looking at him, green eyes flashing in the morning light, “Thank you, for our talk. Zane just doesn’t get it.”

“Oh, I think he does.” Cole replies, gently, “But no one likes to admit that they feel, or felt, like a stranger in their own body.” He leans against her then, familiar bodies pressing together in unfamiliarity.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hello hi! Just read the newest chapter and I am Insane

I saw the update and I was so excited I nearly dropped my phone, I was almost normal enough to read it when I saw the wing whump tag, the crowd went insane and it ended up taking nearly 15 minutes for me to start actually reading.

I am insane, your writing is so beautiful.

(This is just me reacting to the entire fic I'm sorry (no I'm not), you don't have to respond to this one)

Anton, the wet cat of a man, watching the trees for an hour each day and counting that as touching grass enough.

He deserves immortality, I think he should get it, he can be trusted yes.

Hjshjshsjsgsjhsjshjshj he's being accommodating with the lights and the textures my heart- (we stan the tisms supporting the tisms)

"But hey, it's for science!" My Absolute Beloved, Anton can do whatever he wants to do he deserves it.

When the when the when the when the autistic wet cats of men communication (Anton and Dew talking at any given time)

The flinch going to the table >>>>>>>

THE LYING ON THE FRONT >>>>>>>>>>>> OHOHOHO YES

GLOWING GREEN LIQUID IN A COMICALLY LARGE SYRINGE YESSSSSSSSSSSSDHSHSFFHSDHHSHKDJFHSHDSJJ i am so normal about this i swear

The descriptions are so beautiful and vivid, have I mentioned I love your writing?

The Cloth Gag Yes

I just had to put my phone down for a second at that line woa I'm not usually one for duct tape gags, but this may have changed my mind on that front

When the man is in Pain and the other man is sat Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

He is in pain for weeks oh my with only Anton for company oh my he is going as insane as I am

He is Breaking someone get him a plushie this is beautiful I am handing him a chicken plushie because he is

the wings The Wings THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN HE DESERVES A COOKIE

He is Breaking poor guy ohno

""I'm tired of being scared of you,"" I Am On My Knees Good Sir I Didn't Need My Heart Anyways It's Okay

I am holding him so gentle

A lil kiss on the forehead if he's okay with that

Hold lab birb gentle like hamburger

I am giving him a week's paid holiday somewhere maybe just home for a bit (oh wait that's the lab now isn't it :3 )

What's the Anton doin

A COOKIE

YEASSSS

THE BOI GOT ONE YIPPEE

I was going to say give Dew a weighted blanket but I guess he has one already huh

"maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane." I'LL TELL YOU WHO ELSE IS INSANE OVER THIS

"keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?"

Damn that line. Someone fetch me my fainting couch. I must be dramatic and think of this line often.

Anton you're not the birb here why are you cooing

"excusing Dew's mention of his old life just this once" Dew should slip up :3 as a treat :333

Anton is but a silly guy. A harmless, silly guy.

He has never done anything wrong ever. I support Anton's rights and wrongs. But he has not done wrongs. He is so. He is a little guy, ur honour. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants in life.

Birb instincts *sounds of wait hold on wait I need a minute wait*

Dew's got wings now yay :3

Also his clone doing his own top surgery is even better.

Have a good 24 hours!!!! I'm going to go try to be a little less insane about this I swear (difficulty impossible)

Also I wrote the live react thing in a word doc and it ended up 661 words long! Sorry for so much!

AHHH KJDFGSJGF TYSM I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THESE!!!

A CHICKEN PLUSHIE FOR DEW OMG im definitely gonna draw that now :))

Anton and Dew are both silly little guys living in our silly minds rent free

us when Anton does Anything: its okay he was just feeling silly :3

anyway i was giggling kicking my feet the whole time reading this,, these asks make me so happy :) its still such a surreal feeling having people react to my writing and ocs this way AHHHAJSKDGAKJ this means So Much to me you don’t understand. thanks so much again for the support it makes me so happy people like my writing and characters!!!!! :)

[primordyalsoul]

"Rules": Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 5 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @razrbomb my beloved &lt;3

B A S I C S

Name: Ayanami Rei ( 綾波 レイ) Age: 14 Birth date: March 30th Species: clone / vessel Gender: nonbinary (not at all fussed about labels tho) Orientation: grey romantic Profession: Eva pilot

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: a light sky blue bob that stops at her chin, naturally layered and quite thick Eyes: a striking blood red. what also makes them peculiar is how they change; despite being the same colour of blood, vital to life, they often look dull and distant, as though she's not really looking at anything at all. Other times, they are striking because of how intense they are (usually when she's talking to someone); its as though she's looking right at you and everything you want to hide. Skin: Pale, almost too pale ; as such any colour is very noticeable, such as flushes and sunburns. Smooth and mostly unscathed save for an injection scar on her inner right arm Height: 4'9" ( 144.78 cm ) Weight: man idk. She's on the lighter side due to irregular eating, but she's not at an unhealthy weight

F A M I L Y

Siblings: ikari shinji (half sibling sorta) Parents: ikari gendo 😒 (legal guardian), ikari yui ( derivative clone of ) Any pets?: no, but she's fond of cats

S K I L L S

T R A I T S

— Positive — compassionate, honest, protective, caring, patient

— Negative — self-deprecating, aloof, complacent, listless

L I K E S

Colours: yellow & warm tones & pink & greenSmells: book pages, bakeries, tea or coffee brewing, savory scents from meals, vanilla Textures: book pages again, soft animals, warm skin, blankets, grass Drinks: mostly warm drinks; green tea, english breakfast tea, lattes, hot chocolates Music: whatever her friends are listening to

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes?: No Drugs: Only medical ones Driver License: does an eva unit count? Ever Been Arrested?: existence is prison

DONE! Now tag other 5 people to do it! ( only if you wanna ): @kudakenai , @kageira , @slayersaided , @jfouler , @shonde , @executegod , @namidabashibridge

[koisworld]

Disclaimer- fluff, gn reader, replace traveler with your name

"Bookworm"

Albedo had been up for a while, maybe 2-3 hours later than normal. He was already in pajamas due to Travelers' request it was much more comfortable than his normal outfit, especially while he worked. Writing in his journal a soft melody playing in the back of his study room coming from a record player with an occasional stretch at the disk.

The sound of the wooden floor boards creeping beneath Travelers steps caught the man's attention, looking up from his writing to see his beloved partner standing in the door with a cup of green tea in their hand. Steam rising from the cup with a smile in their face looking at their partner with a loving look, Klee had already fallen fast asleep in her room.

Walking into the room with a soft hum Albedo's voice rang out, "My love what are you doing awake?" He asked with a confused tone in his voice but an expression that says 'I'm glad to see you' Traveler set down the cup of tea and responded in a hushed voice "You weren't with me in bed"

Traveler pulled a chair up next to him and sat down glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, it read '1:25 AM'

Seeing the pile of books scattered around on Albedo's desk along with stacks of neatly written papers, all dated and titled, so he knows which one is what. Traveler set a gentle hand on his shoulder and smiled softly "Come to bed hun"

Albedo couldn't help but give in, their soft smile, hushed voice, messyish hair, and the pajamas he had bought for them. He nodded agreeing and closed his journal setting it in a safe spot, he stood up and reached out a hand for traveler to take.

When they took his hand he shut off the lights in his study and guided them to the bedroom, it was small but cozy..fairy lights, fuzzy blankets, Polaroid pictures of their dates together. He smiled at all the memories but stopped when he felt travelers hand slip away from his looking over to see them under the covers patting the spot next to them.

Albedo couldn't help but chuckle softly and get under the covers with them, opening his arms as an invitation for them to cuddle..feeling the travelers weight on his chest made his calm and forget everything around them.

He sighed softly kissing the top of his partners head before closing his eyes, "let's go to sleep now love" He felt them nod against his chest and not to long after traveler had fallen asleep. Albedo chuckled and kissed the top of their head again "sleep well my love"

He drifted off soon after into a peaceful slumber glad to be with his lover, in such a calming space where they can forget everything around them.