#im going to be rotating this idea in my mind for a while

[spider-gem]

if you feel like hearing some silly goofy mobius-mr tesseract thoughts, I have a hc that post-finale mobius might- after a long long time of looking for a way to reach loki- go a bit bonkers with grief (particularly the denial/anger/bargaining stages of grief), he gets a bit morally dubious. over time he steals as many tesseracts as possible, hiding them away in a secret tva office. eventually, surrounded by thousands of stolen tesseracts and out of ideas of how to use them, he has a “WWLD/what would loki do? probably suggest we take a coffee break” moment and puts a bunch tesseracts into the office coffee grinder, making a piping hot cuppa jOH NO. except there’d be a little anticlimactic fake-out after he drinks it (maybe pairs it with some pie) where nothing immediately happens because infinity stones aren’t active inside the tva. but the moment he exits the tva…….

On a more realistic thread, I can imagine mobius somehow absorbing/becoming the space stone à la Princess Kida in Atlantis, and the stone ‘asking’ “where do you want to go?” and mobius ‘telling’ it “outside of space and time, I know a guy” or something. And prying open a tear in time and space to reach Loki.

The idea of missing a friend so deeply and wanting more than anything for them to be ok because you believe they deserve to be with you, helping them to be ok because it’s NOT FAIR -to the point of obsession and corruption, maybe even loss of self… ouch… but if he succeeded, “Time and Space” are always paired together after all (lmao “mobius, king of space”)

Anon, I love your mind! Mobius initially using the Tesseract’s power to find his (boy)friend, but slowly being corrupted by its power… Loki being the King of Time and Mobius being the King of Space… Oh, the possibilities…

The first idea is hilarious (Mobius, sipping the triple shot Tesseract espresso: hmm I probably should’ve done this outside of the TVA…) but I love the second concept! Mobius merging and becoming one with the Tesseract raises many questions of how it would affect him. Does the Tesseract have a mind of its own? Does it influence Mobius’ thoughts? My best guess would be: yes, absolutely.

This raises another question: if/when Mobius reaches Loki, how will Loki react to his friend’s new power? Loki has been lured by the Tesseract before, he’s been where Mobius is now. Will he be shocked seeing what it has done to his friend? Or has he been suffering this whole time, watching the timelines helplessly as the Tesseract has been corrupting his friend’s mind? And ultimately, can Mobius gain control of this new power, or will it control him?

I have to get this idea to Marvel…

In the meantime, I would love to know if there are any fics with this concept! If not, I’ll have to get writing, I suppose…

[lucabyte]

even dogs pass the mirror test

[anonymous-user84]

Hhhh want to make iterator crochet plushies but don't know how robes or body....

[pathologicalreid]

could we get Spencer Reid with a hypersexual reader that uses sex as a bad coping mechanism? 💕💕

don't look in the mirror | S.R.

seeking comfort in those you hold close, except there's a right way and a wrong way to do it

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst (i think?) w/ mature themes (18+ mdni) content warnings: seeking comfort in sex, avoidance, mental health issues, spencer has those info dumps on lock, shame, self deprecation, reader hates her job (me too), blood as a metaphor, crying word count: 1.85k a/n: this is such an important topic and i'm so thankful for you asking me to write this!!!! i know this is a premise i've seen before, so i tried to make mine different. (im actually really proud of how this one turned out)

“Baby,” Spencer whispered in your ear, turning his head to the side as you left small, slow kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.

You hummed but refused to detach your lips from his soft skin, tugging gently at his shirt so that you could make your way down to his collarbone. He smelled like sunshine and the jet, an admittedly odd combo that did nothing to stop your movements down the column of his throat. His neck vibrated with sound, but none of his words registered, it all went in one ear and out the other.

His hand gently settled on the small of your back and you took a deep breath before you began pulling at the knot of his tie, “Y/N,” he muttered in a warning.

Your head snapped up at his tone, disappointed that you didn’t find the same want in his eyes that you knew was blazing in your own irises. Synapses in your brain were firing at lightning speed, and your heart was beating so quickly that it was like it was trying to keep up. “I missed you,” you whispered to him, allowing your eyes to flitter across his face.

Spencer settled his hands on your hips, firmly grabbing them in exactly the way you wanted, but instead of pulling you closer to him, he stilled their rotation.

Your heart stuttered.

“What happened?” He asked you tentatively, using the pads of his thumbs to rub soothing circles on your hips, trying to keep you from moving while giving you comfort. Despite the way you were sitting in his lap, Spencer still felt worlds away from you – if he was on Earth, you were in a different galaxy. 

Hesitantly, your lips parted, and you took a deep breath before shutting your mouth again, deciding you had nothing to say. While he’d been away, nothing significant had happened, everything in your life had trudged on exactly the way it always did. You went to work at the same job you’ve had since you got out of college with a boss who most certainly had it out for you, and you came home to an empty apartment with your phone volume all the way up, waiting for your boyfriend to call you. You really were pathetic, but you didn’t voice those concerns, instead, you answered, “Nothing happened,” the half-truth easily slid from your mouth. “Can’t I just have missed my boyfriend and want to spend quality time with him?”

Spencer hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head back as his hair moved with him, “Stop, Y/N,” he said.

Without even realizing it, your hands had drifted down to his chest, and your hands were absentmindedly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, “I didn’t…” you started to say, but your words faltered when you noticed the way he was looking at you. You looked over your shoulder, making sure that the rest of the world was still there as you tried to climb off of Spencer’s lap. “Let me go,” you insisted, hating how small your voice sounded as you pushed against him to no avail.

“I can’t let you go, not right now,” he told you, steadying his resolve as he watched you. You were staring at your hands like they were covered in blood, red-covered palms as you watched, horrified at the idea of them developing a mind of their own. It wasn’t as if your hands had suddenly become sentient entities, your heart and your brain were working against each other, fighting a silent, internal war. “Pick a spot for your hands, and just leave them there,” he whispered to you.

Your hands tremored as you settled them on either one of Spencer’s shoulders, “You don’t find me attractive anymore,” you mumbled, struggling to find the strength to enunciate your thoughts.

Spencer sighed, “Why don’t we take a minute, okay?” Delicately, he moved one hand from its station on your hip and moved it to cup your cheek, holding your face as if it were made of fine china. “What happened while I was gone, honey?”

His hand was wet on your face, or rather, your face was wet from tears that had started to trickle from your tear ducts. You furrowed your brows in frustration, “Why do you assume that something happened? Nothing happened while you were gone, why can’t you just let that be the answer?”

“Because it’s not the answer,” he insisted, dropping his hand back to your hip, continuing to stop you from getting up and moving away from him.

You scoffed, “Is it not the answer, or is it just not the answer you’re looking for, Spencer?”

“It’s not the answer, and I’m looking for the answer. You can tell me anything,” he urged, resuming his soothing movements over your hip.

As you watched his expression morph into a slight panic, you realized he was beginning to think something happened to you. With what he did for work, it was always in the back of his mind, you being in danger of being hurt by other people but what he rarely considered was the idea of you being a danger to yourself. “Nothing happened, okay? Absolutely nothing happened to me while you were gone and everything in the world stayed exactly the fucking same. I went to work every day and I came home and sat around while I waited for you to call, I waited for you to come home and now you won’t even touch me.”

Your tears kept coming, leaving saline stains on his gray shirt as your head spun and his movements stopped. “Work was bad?” He asked softly, using his fingertips to wipe beneath your eyes. He knew about your issues at work, he had been encouraging you to leave the job for months, but you were convinced that a promotion was coming. “You shouldn't have to be miserable every time you go to work.”

“Not everyone gets to be hand-picked for a top job at twenty-one. Some people have to work shitty jobs to make ends meet,” you snapped at him, nostrils flaring angrily.

He didn’t answer right away, you became hyperaware of the pounding of your heart as you waited for his response. As you waited for him to kick you out. “I told you that I’d support you if you wanted to go back to school. I meant it, Y/N,” he told you, brown eyes flooded with concern. “You can leave your job and pursue your dream, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, baby.” Spencer leaned back against the couch cushions, “I can’t help you until you help yourself, love.”

Slouching your shoulders, you felt your eyes starting to line with tears again, “It feels so unfair to have you shoulder more responsibility so that I can go back to school.”

“No,” he said, “What’s not fair is you lying to me and then trying to avoid it with sex. I asked you how your week had been, and you either didn’t care to answer me or you have such bad tunnel vision that you didn’t even hear me.” He gently chided, giving you time to drown in the blatant concern in his eyes, “and what’s worse is you never told me it was this bad.”

You averted your eyes, focusing your gaze on the chessboard behind him as you thought about your next move. In one fell swoop, he could checkmate you, completely catch you off guard, and tell you everything that you didn’t want to hear. Alternatively, you could sacrifice yourself for his benefit, “I hate my job. My boss is making it impossible for me to make any positive stride, and that’s on top of him being a misogynistic douche.” You flexed your hands where they remained on Spencer’s shoulders and sighed, “And yes, I miss you when you’re gone. Yes, I lied to you about it, but what would you do about it? Leave your big important job because your girlfriend is lonely?”

He craned his head to the side, silently encouraging you to make eye contact with him, “I’d hope that you’d feel comfortable enough to tell me how you’re feeling so that we could work something out – we can talk through this. It’s a two-way street though, you have to talk to me. I can make an effort to call and text more if you promise me, you’ll make an effort to communicate with me.”

Slowly, you started to nod, “I… I can do that, but you hate texting,” you reminded him, raising your eyebrows curiously.

“I’ll get over it,” he reassured you, studying your features, “You’re worth it,” he added.

Finally, you pulled your arms back, hugging them around yourself protectively, “I’m sorry,” you murmured, “I don’t know why I am… the way that I am.”

Spencer took a deep breath before giving you a look that told you he had an inkling, “You’re unhappy, with me or the world, it doesn’t matter, but you think the solution to your displeasure comes in the form of an orgasm and that’s just not the answer, honey.”

You hiccupped and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself like you could make yourself smaller, “I still don’t know why though.”

“You’re seeking the rush, not necessarily the act of sex itself, you want the dopamine and oxytocin rush that comes with an orgasm. Your brain convinces yourself that it’s what you need because when you get unhappy like this, all you can focus on is how to feel better and fast,” he spoke to you gently – he knew this wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but it was what you needed to hear. “It’s brief, and it’s just for that moment, and your brain might even recall how your parasympathetic nervous system shuts down after you come, and your body gets tired. You get a rush of serotonin, and you relax enough to convince yourself that it'll be okay, but you need to find something more permanent. I’ll help you.”

Your arms fell limply at your sides, “Do you think I’m broken?”

The small smile he gave you was enough of an answer, “No, in fact, I know you’re not broken.” Tenderly, he reached out and unwound your arms from around your torso, “And since I know you won’t stop thinking about it, I do still find you attractive.” Spencer studied your face, “Where do you want to start?”

“Do you want to help me draft a letter of resignation?” You offered, giving Spencer a shy smile.

He hummed in response, “Yeah, in a bit.” Your boyfriend reached his hands out to you, now being the one who pulled you close, “Come here, darling.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder and sighing as he wrapped his arms around your torso, “I missed you,” you mumbled, entirely deflating your lungs as you let yourself relax.

Spencer reached up, ruffling your hair with one hand and keeping another on the small of your back as he sighed with you, “I missed you too.”

[bonbonly]

bon you can’t ask us for narsty thoughts, i’ve just been rotating the idea of college!jenson in my mind since you mentioned it the other day. no thoughts beyond would….

okay this is LONGGGG overdue now that i think about it

bon's thoughts (18+)

college!jenson button is the type of guy that all the girls know to stay away from, not because he's a bad person - no in fact, he's the sweetest guy and he's extra sweet when he's made up his mind to fuck your pretty tight cunt.

everyone knows about his reputation, every girl knows that he's only there for sex but no one's going to stop him, i mean come on now have you seen his face? there are people gossiping about him, whispering rumors they heard about him from the girls that were lucky enough to have his cock shoving his cum deep inside their creamy pussies.

and the stars might've aligned almost immediately when he sees you walking down the hallway after lecture one day, your ass bouncing under that skirt. he's following you from a distance, noticing the way you look a bit distracted and much to his luck, you drop your textbooks on accident and bend down to pick them up.

"oh fuck," he groans under his breath, his hands aching to reach out and knead your soft flesh. he rushes to stand besides you, crouching down to help you with your things as he flashes you a smile, "hi, im jenson! you new here?"

"yeah, i am! was it that obvious?" you snicker. of course it was obvious, a cute dumb little thing like you all lost and bending down like that waiting to grab any man's attention. he's so focused on wanting to shove you against the wall and fuck you in front of everyone that he doesn't realize you've been yapping to him for a while, asking him the same question again and again.

"uh, uh im sorry?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "can you repeat that?"

"do you take intro to oral communication?" you ask, "its a GEP i have to take but i can't really speak things properly, much less for a speech in front of everyone."

he grins widely at your words, already picturing the sight of you in his bedroom on your knees with his cock deep inside your mouth, lips all plump and swollen and tits covered in his cum with tears spilling down your cheeks.

"i took it last year," he smiles, "and i'm always down to help if you want, why don't i give you my number and address yeah? you can come over tomorrow."

you nod your head eagerly, pulling out your phone completely unaware that your pussy was going to walk out the next day stuffed with 3 rounds of his cum and he might be cheeky enough to get you a butt plug so everyone knows for sure who you belong to from now on.

[dinogoofymutated]

im 100% new to x-men(i grew up in a DC family lol) but I am just. SO down bad for remy. idk how to write requests or anything, but can I ask for headcanons for him with a touchstarved fem reader? sfw or nsfw, both, idc really he's just rotating in my brain, gambit my beloved

Gambit/GN!reader

Dude I completely get it!! I was a HUGE x-men fan as a kid and as I grew up the hyperfixation fell into the back of my mind. I too grew up mostly on DC and I feel like the reason DC became my go-to was because there's just not a ton of fanfiction for the x-men, reader inserts in particular. I'm working on fixing that! But my full-length fics are a little hard to finish/start. Anyway- Remy is definitely one of the top #3 x-men to be down bad for lol!

TWs: none that I can think of atm. Mostly fluffy goodness! Written picturing a fem! Reader but no pronouns mentioned

I definitely think that it's not a completely ridiculous idea that one of Remy's love languages could be touch, despite how his relationship with Rogue revolves around the absence of touch!

Tbh, I feel like he's just respectful of his partner's wants and needs in a relationship, and if touching and cuddling is a no-go he's perfectly fine with backing off and showing his love in other ways!

BUT! when you give him the go-ahead, he's all over you. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, PDA, all of it!

One of his favorite things to do is catch you in the kitchen, coming up behind you and snaking his hands around your waist. He'll press his face into your hair and neck, sometimes giving you kisses, but really he just does it because he wants to feel you against him.

I think he secretly enjoys how easy it is to get you melting in his embrace. He goes out of his way to fluster you, flirting until you go red, then pulls you close. He'll nuzzle you affectionately, kiss your temple and cheeks, hold you lovingly until he feels all the tension leave your body. He especially likes when you lean into his hands when he holds your face. He knows just how much you love him, and he's determined to show you all the love he knows you deserve.

    “Cher.” Remy’s chest rumbles with the words. You only respond with a hum, tucked into his side comfortably. The afternoon had started with a movie, originally. The two of you had some free time, and Gambit had a movie he really wanted to watch, so movie night it was. You were watching at first, you promise you were, but it was easy to get distracted by Remy. When the movie started, you were sitting next to him, leaning into his side with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, but that position could only be comfortable for so long. You were squirming, trying to relax as best you could, but after 45 minutes of sitting on this couch, it was like every bump and corner on the sofa was digging into you.

    Remy, being the observant sweetheart he is, didn’t hesitate to scoop you up into his lap. You squealed at first, surprised by the action, but Remy simply laughed at you, leaning back to lay down on the couch with you against his chest. Unsurprisingly, this was much more comfortable. Maybe a little too comfortable, as it didn’t take long for you to stop paying attention to the TV entirely. You snuggled closer to Remy as you started to doze off. One of his hands rested against your lower back, his other hand cupping the back of your neck, caressing and threading his fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep against him.

    “Cheerrr.” Remy says again, drawing the words out. “Movie’s been over f’ a while.” You pout at him, sighing sleepily as you tuck your face into his neck. He chuckles again, thumbs caressing your skin idly.

    “You don’t wanna cuddle anymore?” You ask, maybe a little bit more sad than you should be, or would’ve been if you were more awake.

    “Now Gambit didn’t say that.” Remy purrs. You whine again as he moves a little, adjusting a little so that he can press a kiss to your temple. You reluctantly untuck yourself from his neck, rewarded with a sweet kiss from Remy. The action makes you smile. He’s looking at you with such love and adoration, like no one has looked at you before, and it has you feeling loved beyond measure. You lean into his touch as he cups your face, holding his hand to your cheek to keep him there.

    Content couldn’t begin to explain how you felt in this moment.

[friedri-ce]

Hey Rice!! I’m really curious, how do you plan your comics? like the paneling and flow.

first of all, i write the script for the comic, where i write all dialogues and note all the little ideas and details I'd like to depict. for example:

page 1:

gabriel: so... i see, machine. (gabriel holding a sword that reflects v1's optic. their eye has two irises)

(the color scheme is decided even before i sit down to write the script because i spend a lot of time rotating the idea of the comic in my mind)

after im done, i sketch all the pages together to think on the composition, colors, and placement

while drawing the comic itself, its important to go back to the previous pages already drawn and check if they tie together. if they do not, i add some universal details (like the lilies in the latest comic), change the panels or fix the color scheme. (sometimes my ass might add a whole new page)

and the hardest part is. choosing the name for the comic 😔😔😔

[vigilskeep]

begging you to elaborate on the gilf josie sadness and drama you are rotating… if you are comfortable sharing

i’ve been rotating sad josievellan where they break up after trespasser, because lavellan is leaving the inquisition & every aspect of that life behind to go wander alone across thedas to all the dalish and warn them of the coming of fen’harel. and this is a choice that is very necessary to this lavellan, not only because of her duty to her people, but also because human noble society and the role of the inquisitor have been eroding her identity and principles. she needs out. but it’s a choice that josie could never join her in or even really comprehend, because josie loves and very deeply belongs to the world lavellan needs to leave. morrigan voice i will never understand you and you will never understand me. so lavellan has to leave her vhenan behind and can’t even give her any certain hope of return, so must release her from any obligation

i vaguely had it in mind that they might get back together after the gods are defeated and that storyline is resolved one way or the other. or just before, even? the spark for this entire line of thought having been: ‘some kind of breakup would make not being married yet make sense, what kind of inquisitor and josie would that happen to?’ i connected it to my old lady josie idea bc my vision was that an older josie might heighten the angst of separation, since they have less potential time left together after that decade lost. but i also find it pleasing that by then josie might be of an age that she was willing to retire from public life... they could spend some final peaceful years together without lavellan having to sacrifice her freedom again and be pulled back into politics. but this whole concept works for normal josie too im not married to that

i just love long separations in a romance... i love yearning... lavellan’s certainty she’s lost josephine forever by abandoning her for this long, while josephine sometimes no longer hopes as the years pass but always, always wants... if it’s not obvious i have not emotionally recovered from i dream you will say yes and probably never will

[radioroxx]

scrambles about. hi

i got the idea for this from @/startagainaprologue a lil while ago and have been rotating it in my mind since. ive hosted one of these before so! yeayeayea

some more info under the cut …. what it is, how its going to work, etc.

okay so, essentially! this is going to function as a secret santa type event. if you dont know what that is…

basically, each participant will be assigned another participant to make a gift for (in this case it’ll be some kind of artwork. drawings or writing, etc). then, on a designated date, everyone will reveal their assigned person + gift at the same time. the catch is that your gifts and who the gifts are for are meant to be kept secret until this reveal.

while im not gonna share any specific dates yet, i will say that the given “gift-making” time will take place over about a month, and the “gift giving” period will go on for about a week (so as to not spam lol).

another important note i wanna make clear now is that this event will most likely be held through a discord server for organization sake, if only so i can have easy contact access to participants. you can ofc still participate here on tumblr, post your gifts etc, but main communication will be through discord.

of course i dont have aaall the details thought out right now, but!! feel free to ask any questions :) the purpose of the poll is to kinda. gear people up to the idea. event. etc. give me more time to plan + hopefullyyy get an estimate on the amount of people ill have to be worrying about,, teehee

anyways! thats all!! my ask box is open! smiles!

[stellarbit]

i have a kinda strange ask.

so i have severe insomnia. i've done sleep studies and meds but sometimes i just CANNOT sleep, even as bad as multiple days no sleep. doctors and i are still working on a fix. it's a fucking nightmare (except i can't have nightmares if im not asleep, can i???)

i'm a very calm, quiet, logical, and collected person except when i can't sleep. then i'm a crying and genuinely insane wreck.

i would absolutely LOVE if you could do some kind of Crosshair x female reader with some kind of scenario like this. it would make me feel better. Like maybe he didn't see her sleep the previous night and finds her still awake at like 3am the next night and this normally stoic girl is just an absolute unhinged psychotic mess and he has to fix it 🤷🏻‍♀️

idk how far ur willing to go (leaving it up to you) but just as a general idea as to how i (and many other people with this problem) get without sleep, i can get kinda violent, super snippy with people, can't stop crying, impulsive, physically sick sometimes, and don't always sound coherent or refuse to listen to people even if they're trying to help me. it's not a fun mental state to be in.

i'm never sleeping so i might as well read your literature (it's like a nightly ritual i love your stuff)

thank you 🙏

I know what it's like. Insomnia kicks my ass occasionally and it wrecks me and takes days of my life away before I can finally sleep. I hope you find some rest buddy <3 alsothankyouforthecomplimentjfc

give this a listen while you read

Just Lay With Me

Word Count: 1.5k Pairing: Crosshair x fem!reader SFW Warnings: insomnia kicking your ass all the way to next Sunday Summary: After a long bout of no sleep, you break and Crosshair is there to pick up the pieces. gif credit: @moonstrider9904

Sleep evaded you more and more often lately. Your new normal was turning into nights without more than an hour of dozing off. Nights that stretched into a week at a time with an occasional night of sleep, however restless. This time around the sleepless nights were quickly working their way to a month’s stretch.

After a few nights of frequently waking, two rotations went by without so much as a blink of sleep. At this point you weren’t just delirious, nausea turned your stomach and your head throbbed constantly. Every sound jarred you, pushing you to the brink of crying each time. 

Unable to string together more than a few coherent thoughts at a time, you’d planned on avoiding town the next. You were liable to snap at the smallest slight, but even in this state you knew it wasn’t fair to others.

By the time Crosshair came to find you, you were well beyond your limit.

Crosshair noticed your erratic behavior first. You’d snapped at Omega when she and Crosshair bumped into you on the street. Crosshair tried to stop you from walking off but you bit his head off too.

It was unlike you. Ordinarily, you were composed and rational—characteristics that had faded as your sleepless nights dragged on.

Your increasingly disheveled look became Crosshair’s next worry. You didn’t preen by any stretch of the imagination, but you took care of yourself and it always showed. Now, your skin took on a dull hue, your hair greasy and untamed, and dark circles gave your eyes a sunken appearance.

The night before he and Omega ran into you, Crosshair had noticed a light on in your home around 2 AM. Knowing you weren't typically up at that hour, he found it strange. The following evening, as he lay in bed, thoughts of your earlier encounter in town filled his mind. With a growing suspicion, he rose and stepped out to the patio. From there, he could see a dim light shining from your bedroom window.

He knew what insomnia looked like, had fought with it himself after being trapped on that Kaminoan platform, and didn’t want to push you if his suspicions were true. 

Then, the sound of glass shattering from your home shattered his hesitation. He leapt over the patio railing, his feet barely touching the ground as he dashed toward your house. Fortunately, your door was unlocked—an issue he noted to address later—and he entered your home in seconds.. 

He didn’t call out for you, instead choosing to quietly make his way through your space, tiptoeing through scattered blankets and clothes strewn over furniture. When he found you, you were on your kitchen floor, hunched over with your hands fisting your hair. 

Soft heaves shook your body as you rocked in place. Broken glass surrounded you, making the situation even more delicate.

Crosshair had been right, you hadn’t been sleeping.

Knowing there was no good way to break the silence, Crosshair softly called your name. Sure enough, you jumped hard and nearly slid onto a shard of glass.

Crosshair lurched forward to steady you by your upper arm only for you to rip out of his grip. You whipped your head around, hair falling in your face in a deranged look. It fit seeing as you certainly felt deranged. 

The sniper’s eyes were uncharacteristically soft, with brows slightly raised and shoulders relaxed. It felt like pity. Red hot shame flooded your system, sending you shuffling like a newborn fawn to your feet. 

In a harsh, hoarse voice you lashed out, “What are you doing here?”

Crosshair glanced at the mess around you.“Your lights were on and I heard something break.” You didn’t answer leaving only heavy silence between you. Crosshair sighed, looking back at you. “You’re not sleeping, are you?”

There wasn’t enough air for you to answer, your breath hitched into small gasps as tears warped your vision. Dipping your head back, you managed to blink back some of the wet from your eyes. With a determined shake of your head, you cleared your voice and firmly said, “I’m fine.” 

A line in the sand between you - a desperate claim to control something, anything.

His eyes on you, those sharp, all seeing, critical eyes, made your skin crawl. Not him specifically, but him seeing you as you were. This wasn’t how you wanted him to see you. Unable to stop the uncomfortable squirm that rolled through you, you waved both hands at him as if to ward him off.

“Please just leave.” Your voice was pleading, your eyes blinking furiously. 

“I’m not doing that.” Crosshair said gently. You weren’t sure if your tears, the lighting, or reality itself made Crosshair look so hazy.

Perhaps this was the next step into delirium. The thought widened your eyes with newfound fear. He’d appeared so suddenly - was he even real? Crosshair narrowed a worried look on you as a fresh, sickening feeling gripped you, spurring you back a step. Right onto a shard of glass.

You cried out, nearly collapsing, but Crosshair was quick to support you, preventing you from falling completely. The pain shooting through your foot crumbled your remaining resolve.

Crosshair swept an arm under your knees to scoop you into his arms. He hugged you close, even as you thrashed against him in fits of sobbing. He carried you to the bathroom and carefully set you on the edge of the tub.

Despite the sobs, you let Crosshair put your injured foot under the tap and rinse the blood still seeping from your wound. He felt the tremors wracking your body as he angled your foot towards him. Luckily the shard was sticking out enough that removing it would be easy enough under normal circumstances.

“I have to pull the shard out.” Crosshair said as inspected your foot. A choked sob pulled his eyes to your face again. Your lips wobbled in a devastated frown on your blotchy tear stained face.

Seeing you so fragile or haunted tore something in him knowing he could do little more than sit and watch you fall apart.

In an exhausted whisper, you confessed, “I’m so tired, Cross.”

“I know,” He whispered back and removed the shard in one swift pull.

Crosshair put your foot under the tepid water again, simultaneously pulling a towel from the rack beside him. As he dried your foot and applied pressure to the wound, he decided to share something.

“When the empire recovered me from the Kaminoan platform…” He paused on a deep breath. He hadn’t even told his brothers or Omega, but if he could do nothing else he hoped he could at least make you feel less alone.

Crosshair gently pulled you by your leg and pivoted you out of the tub. Braving vulnerability, he knelt in front of you and said, “I… I didn’t sleep for a long time. I don’t know how long, exactly, but long enough that I had to be sedated.” He smoothed a hand over your knee, adding, “I know what it’s like.”

You gave a small nod, focusing on regulating your breathing, too overwhelmed to speak. Sensing your need for comfort, Crosshair whispered, “Can I carry you to bed?” His tone was gentle, mindful not to startle you.

Your head fell forward in shame. Pressing a hand over your eyes you shook your head and mumbled, “It’s a mess.”

Crosshair couldn’t help the soft snort that came from him, drawing your head back up. A questioning, almost offended, look came over you. Crosshair didn’t ask for further permission as he came in close to you and lifted you with him. 

“You should see Tech’s room.” He teased, his breath warm on your cheek. “And he sleeps whenever he likes.”

The small joke did manage to lift your lips and you found some comfort in the cadence of his steps. He’d not yet gone this far for you. No one ever had. 

Crosshair crawled into bed with you still in his arms, pushing into your tousled duvet and placing you next to him. Leaning across you, he murmured an apology and froze before turning your light out.

Peering down past his arm at you, he swallowed before asking, “Do you mind if I stay with you?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but a small smile warbled over you. You hummed out an affirmative and rolled towards, rubbing your face into the soft fabric of his shirt. Crosshair chuckled under his breath and turned off the light.

He slid in next to you, sitting at an angle that his arms cradle around you. His made lazy trails over your back

“The kitchen-” you started.

“Tomorrow.” Crosshair cut you off. “For now, just lay with me.”

In the quiet hour, in your messy bed, in Crosshair’s arms you finally found rest.

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Pet cafe au questions please!

With the AU world including the whole CQM Peak as mythology... would there be in au pitential for any of the pet formed peeps to gain a humanoid appearance? Or even just like a human-speech capacity?

Does Mingfan or Yingying appear in the au?

What are pet YQY and SJ like? SY ever catch them being particularly cute together?

Finally (for this ask anyways), what does a "usual" day look like for both SY and SQH?

woah this is a big ask (not that i mind i love these it gets my brain going)

First of all, I have been rotating the idea of giving them human forms like having them be able to be humans during the night but they're animals by day (there are many scenarios I can think of using this premise so tell me what y'all think)

im thinking that they also have some sort of animal to animal communication or like animal only telepathy among them

As for Ming fan and Ning Yingying, yes they do appear! They're humans

this girl is yingying (i haven't drawn Ming Fan yet lol)

Yqy and Sj do get along somewhat (although to SY and SQH it looks an awful like SJ is trying to bullying YQY due to all the swatting and hissing at him but they chalk it up to a capybara's unbothered nature at being so chill about it) and they do cuddle sometimes when they're napping (depends on how SJ's feeling tbh) (there are multiple photos of it much to SJ's dismay and YQY's delight)

and for the final question,

they work during the weekends and 3 days of the week (Monday, Wensday and Friday) (both have agreed to have 2 days off per week to rest cus they ain't about that 996 work life) (they also have side gigs on their days off incase they need extra funds to keep the cafe running)

SY and SQH wake up at 7-8 in the morning and one of them goes downstairs to set up everything while the other does their morning routine, then they swap once the one person is finished (they switch it up everyday)

they open at 10am and basically two man the operation with one being the cashier and one being the bartender as the animals roam free to allow customers to pet them (sometimes during rush hour they do both jobs but it depends on how busy it is but idk i've never worked at a cafe before)

they close around 6-7pm and the rest of the evening is taking care of the animals and cleaning up the cafe and putting everything away. They will also do their paper work and file everything during this time. Then at 10-11 pm they sleep.

On their days off, they just play with the animals and do random shit until the next day where it all repeats.

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Happy 420!!! I’m sizzling rn so here’s some high headcanons for redacted characters!!!

Note I’m only doing ppl I can actively come up with cuz yk how it is rn 🥴 if ur fav isn’t here then it’s prolly cuz I don’t think they smoke or I CANT come up with smth for a first time or I just don’t like them :3

Content warning for drug use obvi!

David: he looks shell shocked the first time he gets high. Asher’s the one who gives it to him and the moment it hits he’s SILENT. Eyes wide mouth dry and so paranoid. He hasn’t done it since, mostly just hanging around Angel when they do.

Asher: he’s apart of my dream blunt rotation. He ends up ordering pizza like 3 times accidentally and spending 50 dollars every single time. He also eats all 3 pizzas and gets the craziest gas and shits later on. Spends the whole time on a shitty game like genital jousting.

Vincent: I just know it felt like salt in his wounds when he found out he couldn’t get high after turning. He’s my teenage dirtbag sweetheart who def got high to sit in on a swing set at 10 pm during highschool. He smokes with at most 2 people at a time cuz he likes getting high and oversharing.

Sam: cant smoke but darlin does!! He trip def trip sits for them, making sure they drink their water and don’t overstuff their face with food (guilty) and get a tummy ache. I don’t rlly think he did it as a human but i m haven’t listened in a bit erm

Milo: has never gotten high and doesn’t really have any plans to. It’s all that stuff with his dad. Sometimes sweetheart takes a lil edible to decompress after a tough day and that’s as close as he gets to it.

Guy: in my dream blunt rotation. Him and honey go all out for 4/20. Talking the unicorn bong, a loans worth of chips and sour candy, and baby sensory videos. He’s def the kinda guy who comes up with a bunch of creative ideas while he’s high and ends up with the craziest stuff written down in his notes app the next day.

Huxley: he GROWS. During the summer his yard is full of giant plants and during the fall his whole house STINKS when he has to harvest them. He actually has no thoughts in his skull when he’s high, stringing together vague ideas with a lot of random pauses and nothing makes any sense. On some “I’m breaking through the barrier” shit

Damien: used to oppose it like crazy. Never cared if other people did it but would rather die than put anything thc into his body. Thought that it rotted your brain and attention span. Tried it for the first time once he started dating Huxley and now he does every once in a while. It calms his mind and mood

Lasko: oh boy… I would lowkey rather die than get High with him. For some reason I feel like whenever he’s tried to do it in the past it’s made his stuttering even worse. He gets really cold and shakes the whole time. He also gets super paranoid and ends up anxious puking by the end of it.

Gavin: UGBGHGHDUGPLEASEEEEE I would love to smoke with him. Idk if demon can get High? But like I’m gonna act like he can bcus he’s rlly hot. He gets even worse. He’s all over freelancer and is def not wearing clothes. At most he’s in his underwear. Alternatively, I also can see him being the kind of guy to put on a children’s movie and end it sobbing. Like the my little pony or smth in that vein

Kody: he’s messaging ALL of his exes that have him blocked. Like he makes a new account for Instagram, twitter, discord. Hell he’s using email to send ppl greay bum shit. Like he’s replying to photos of ppl with friends or partners and saying “I knew you didn’t love me” he’s not even doing it because he’s high he’s high because he wanted to send those messsages and have something easy to blame them on when he gets into shit. No job having ass

Vega: PLEASSSSUHHH I genuinely have no idea how he’d act if he was high but i really hope he has sex with me. Then he can like tell me abt the war or something PLEASEEEEEEEEER

Hush: guys I’m gonna b real im losing it over here I have no brain power to come up with an actual headcanon but I CAN tell u that hush would be a DELIGHT to smoke with and it would be HILARIOUS and I feel like he’d watch optical illusions and those spinning hypnotism things for an hour at least.

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fuck that was so good!! “He’s a thief at heart, after all, and if Antilles isn't careful, he’s going to end up stolen away, just like the information Granta is here for.” >>> thats such an interesting dynamic bc like jon is so essentially a jedi and is such a devout of the force while what granta wants more than anything in his heart of hearts is for someone to put him unquestionably first and jon is never going to do that despite everything is never going to stay if the force calls upon him and still is such a jedi but like not anything like granta was thought a jedi to be and also is it not healing too if granta learns to be at peace is it not worth it to walk together and !!! the imagery like if the force is the holy is the divine that jon made himself a shrine for then what does it mean for granta to be force blank!!! dark matter in the universe. also i think it would be fun for granta to kill dark woman. as a treat. im rotating them in my mind at speed, your honor. 🫴🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

They would be fascinating in a long fic, ngl, just for that dynamic. I truly have no idea if they'd even work long term but like! Jon is so steady and I think Granta would latch onto that even if it hurt him in the long run, because Jon is so devoted to something and even if that thing isn't Granta, that's the sort of devotion Granta is absolutely obsessed with. Like a little kid sticking his hands in the fire even when he knows he's going to get burned. And maybe Granta would figure himself out eventually, or maybe he'd just devote himself to Jon in the same way Jon is devoted to the Order, even knowing the consequences, because that's just who he is. But like. it would be so interesting either way.

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researching (i gained research skills thru studying history at university, sue me) medical homophobia. Will send another ask later about hilson Repression and That. Terrible horrible depressing yet fascinating.

Anways, brain rotted with house md dr house,

I only recently discovered the popular Artic Monkeys song Do I Wanna Know? And the sad horny-romantic-depression haunts me. I found it out only recently via the much more hopeful Hozier cover of the same song. Totally different vibes but im focusing on the original and trying to organise my thoughts a little.

Great song, very emotion, my brain drifts to a sad house pining for like, romance and intimacy (with wilson, or anyone really. Bro is not good with letting himself do feelings, especailly with other people involved) and not really getting it or letting himself pine or like, fantasise in a non-loathing way.

What's cool/interesting about house is that he like, likes intimacy and romance as well as sex, but he doesn't let himself have the former. The latter we see all the time. All. The. Time. (Sexual harassment cringe, makes me pause the episode and cringe and groan in annoyance. Love house md but holy fucking shit)

Anyways, he's like that image. Two figures from the shoulders up, one is blushing and red and sweating, and thinking about hand holding and romance. The other figure has a chill, normal expression on their face and is thinking of blured out, obviously nsfw things. Thats house

(I also hc him as bi cause i hc characters i like as bi (im bi) but also that scene w/ that patiwnt and 13 being like "I'm as straight as any of you" and it changing to a confused 13 and house. Lol)

this + existing and growing up in a way more homophohic society than today + parental abuse fucks you up man.

I want to bundle house's bum leg in bubble wrap then shove him in a giant paint can mixing machine. Strange interesting "gentle"man

I leave you with that angst idea: pining while hating yourself for it, but in that special House way. Can work with any ship, but i like to imagine Hilson.

Oof oof owie my heart

-ramble anon

hi ramble anon! so sorry I forgot to answer this! I just got your other ask and then remembered this was in my ask box from last week and I never answered it eeekk!! I love your asks bc it rly feels like what is going on inside my head at any given time. Just. Rambling and rotating thoughts of those annoying old men in my mind alfklskf.

I loveeee that you brought up Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys! I LOVE that song and I feel like it is a great song for House. Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High is another good one that fits him. I love the overall vibe of their music and I can definitely imagine house drunkenly sulking around and that song playing.

You made really great points about his issues with intimacy vs sex. I think about that allll the time and the way he removes all intimacy from sex by only sleeping with hookers so it's transactional rather than emotional. If he has sex with someone he actually likes, it's almost painfully intimate for him. Ie: having sex with Lydia in s6 and we literally see him in tears and when we see him and Cuddy stripping and kissing before they have sex it's so extremely intimate that it's heart wrenching, especially with the kissing his scar part.

I think there is some very interesting juxtaposition between the way House separates sex and intimacy and the way Wilson can't. Wilson is known for being a serial adulterer and there's this theme of "it always comes down to sex" when he's dealing with his marriage. But for Wilson, I think it's much less about the sex part and much more about the intimacy part. My main reasons for this is when House is giving Wilson a hard time about "looking pretty" at work (bc house thinks he's having an affair) House says "I'm sorry, I know you love your wife. You probably also loved all the women who weren't your wife." And then there's also the scene where Wilson is talking to Cameron about the emotional affair she had with her dead husband's best friend, Wilson says "I met someone who made me feel...funny." That was his reason for cheating. Not for the sex, for the way she (or he— very interesting to me that they went with "someone who made me feel funny" instead of "she made me feel funny") made him feel.

They both have some rly messed up feelings around sex and intimacy and I wish I could crack open their heads and see what's going on in there. (Lovingly ofc)

"Pining but hating yourself for it. But in that special House way" that's it, that's the show 😭😭😭 I love that so much and it makes me think of when House was working with Lucas in s5 to spy on Wilson and Lucas says "You want to know if he's pining [the way you are]" and House looks down and nods bc he just wants to know that Wilson is pining for him the way House was pining for him 😭❤️

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while i've got main beasts on the mind

im just thinking about who and how other hermits would find out about the whole summoner thing (yes grian was flaunting the marks toward the end of threequel but you just know he wasn't Explaining them. bonus thoughts on what Any of the other hermits thought that actually Meant. was he letting cub do unethical science on him??? who knows!!)

grain swears up and down that he told mumbo about the whole thing and mumbo swears up and down that grian Did Not, though he has been talking about scar and cub a lot lately

joe just thought everyone knew. will not answer how he knows. sent scar grian and cub custom gift baskets (candy fruit and candy) as congratulations (how he knew to send cub's later, not terribly long after cub was bound, he also won't say. or maybe he is saying and no one understands. hard to tell.)

cleo doesn't even Want to know what else these guys have going on, they are just desperately trying to keep the convexian trio out of her end of the hermitcraft polycule (it doesn't work. and cleo's not actually trying that hard. they just have to object to Everything about how convexian run their hot mess of a relationship.)

gem is studying them (scientific)

pearl is studying them (horny)

just thinkin loose silly thoughts. rotating the all of thems in my head. nothing solid, all subject to change in favor of shinier idea.

[beddybites]

i got a ton of asks in my inbox so im just going to put all of them here so i don't spam u guys with it haha

this is really the only guy i use. felt pen on clip studio is excellent for the sketchier style i like! when it comes to coloring i just use a basic solid brush !

i imagine they do, and they each get assigned a baby (tanjiro with giyuu, inosuke with sanemi, and zenitsu with obanai) but it lasts for barely a day. inosuke has no idea what hes doing and obanai cant stand zenitsu

tengens wives find the situation hysterical but they help out however they can. ofc they all fight over tengen. they love helping out with the kiddies but they especially enjoy taking care of the younger ones-- they think mui, mitsuri, and shinobu are adorable! tengen definitely tries to flirt with them but hes a cringe fail ten year old

kanao, aoi, and the butterfly girls all help out as well. kanao and shinobu are typically glued together

shinjuro and senjuro are shocked to see rengoku (and obanai) and while shinjuro is pissed off at first, he can't Not take in his boys. senjuro and little obanai are super similar in nature so

urokodaki, tengen, and nezuko are worried but excited about giyuu's transformation. they're like lets freaking go. good childhood moment

and of course genya thinks the situation is hilarious and hes happy to get to spend time with his brother, although he's VERRRRY awkward. he's a bit avoidant at times but usually gyomei and tanjiro can talk him

aw thank you! to answer your question;; shinobu and gyomei basically spend time with him and are attentive to his wants/needs to help him recognize he does matter. rengoku and the others help with this! essentially love language stuff and affirmations and what not

ill be honest i totally forgot about this. yea! i would say the babies are only put in a very specific area of the manor and they deep clean it constantly. if they have a good amount of sick/wounded i imagine they have gyomei or etc take them in. im not sure! in my mind the hashira all rotate and babysit and etc

this 100% happens. urokodaki learned the news and had never traveled to the headquarters so fast

ohh this is a fun question! truthfully im not sure what the answer to this would be... i appreciate all the questions/ideas/etc!! if anything id love to have more questions about general characterization stuff, since thats my favorite favorite favorite to talk about!!! maybe more questions about like... what their relationships are like, do they have nicknames for each other, that sort of thing... idk! either way im glad people are interested :D

sanemi tries to make them laugh. he remembers his little siblings always cheering up when he would make silly faces and sounds, so he does that here

giyuu awkwardly pats the other baby's back/head and is like "there there" ... he remembers how sabito's hugs would make him feel better so he awkwardly hugs the other. most of the time obanai/sanemi stop crying purely bc they're confused as to why giyuu is hugging them

obanai would usually talk them out of it, but he can't do too much since he's restricted to baby babble. so instead, he will try to find one of their toys and "gift" it to them. ex giyuu was sobbing hysterically until obanai found his fox plushie and gave it to him

awww shucks... stop it u guys.....!

im doing ok!!! hanging in! got 3/13 commissions done so busy busy!

also, for future ref, i prefer being called "bite" !!! i know a lot of people call me ghost, so i just wanted to take a moment to correct that :D

awwwwww this is so sweet!! thank you so much!!!!!!

defintely one of the rodent pokemon. my favorite pokemon changes constantly but im told i have mimikyu / teddiursa / bunneary vibes. i also like espurr. i have no idea UWEIHRWE

i think he would be a little awkward at first but he would get the hang of it. most of what he does is just keep them entertained and make sure they arent sick or hurt. though he eventually builds up the courage to ask if he can feed obanai. from that point on whenever muichiro is babysitting he's the one offering to feed him, though someone else has to make the bottle-- he doesn't know how to do that

this is canon

Hands down, Obanai. Though I also feel really sad for Gyomei and Muichiro, and I think Tengen's story (what we know of it) is pretty sad. I don't like comparing traumas, though! but yeah. obanai is. wow. poor guy

and to those of you sending art requests; i see them, i promise! commissions come first, so they may take time for me to get done!

thank you guys for all the questions! i always love checking my inbox and getting an excuse to talk about things...