#lemme know if you want something different!! ^^

[jjwolves]

Hey could you write how bbq ena would react to a reader who's body is slowly starting to change to fit in her world like their arms start to look like her meanie side or something along those lines

NEW LOOK, SAME GREAT TASTE ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA The Worker X Reader Who Is Slowly Changing Into Someone In Her World

Who: ENA from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

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When you first entered ENA’s wonderland, you suspected that spending time in this world would corrupt you, slowly but surely altering you by way of magic spell or reality shift. There was no way that something as normal as you could possibly go on existing unchanged. You confided in ENA about your worries one day when you two were picking out Golden Ratios to bring home from the Oblique Patch. She took out a clipboard and began scribbling something on it as she inquisitively circled you. “I’m not so sure that this is a trend you need to be on the lookout for. According to findings from my focus group, you would already be terminated by this property if this were the case. I’d know from experience.” She stopped her note-taking to squat down near a perfectly angled spring, curling to infinity. You got down to her level. “Hmm… This one has been selected!” You went to touch it, but ENA activated pale mode. “WAIT, ARE YOU KIDDING?! This is a sorry excuse for a ‘perfect angle’, look at THAT one over there, for crying out loud!”

So, your magic theory was a bust according to your beloved huckster. The scientific method demanded that you create a different theory (not that you had a control group to compare to). The new theory went as such: this world changed you, sure, but not all at once. And not magically, either. It did so experientially, and slowly. You began to suspect this one day, when, while fishing for a memory with ENA so that you could find your apartment keys, part of the ledge gave way and a romantic date with the acidic ocean was nigh. It smelled like vinegar. Thinking quickly, ENA snagged the back of your shirt and managed to hoist you to safety. “Watch where you cast the line! You could’ve been pickled, damn it!” You meekly apologized, your arm tingling. ENA noticed the effects of the ocean’s brief contact with your arm and, while Meanie lost steam, Salesperson grew worried. “Y-your arm… It’s losing funds…” You looked down to confirm. Yeah, it was; already, your arm was losing definition and becoming blocky. Cracked. You joked that you two were matching now. Meanie wasn’t having it. “Don’t joke like that! You could’ve been an acid statue!”

ENA’s pale claw started to cup around your blocky hand. When you would look back at ENA, she gazed at you like this display of affection was the most natural thing in the world. No, not just natural, but necessary. Your hands fit together perfectly, like a ceramic puzzle, and you figured such a beautiful feeling was reason enough.

Once, you and your girlfriend had to journey through a tunnel which would take you across the sky so that you could catch a taxi. The walls were made of waterfalls, and it was pretty, sure, but it hid danger. One minute you were running hand in hand with ENA. The next, you were being attacked by antique divers’ helmets come to tentacle-abundant life. “GET BENT!” ENA slashed through several of them with her handfan, flashing war, spraying ink. Amidst the carnage, one of the helmets was knocked out of the air and fell directly onto your head by accident. When you two got home, ENA did her best to remove it but all was naught. You guessed you had to wear this thing from now on—it’d be an adjustment, but you’d adjusted before. “The helmet doesn’t do you justice, you know. It’s false advertising.” ENA whined. Normally you’d whine, too, but you were on your acceptance streak and you didn’t want to break it. “LEMME SEE YOUR STUPID FACE!” Wrenching the helmet around, once again, did no good.

Over time, this world took its toll on you. At one point, a wizard turned you into a decorative lamp and ENA only had the spoons (literally) to turn half of you back. She didn’t hesitate to spend them if it meant helping you, and you didn’t hesitate to choose your head—you liked having thoughts. “Look on the bright side. Eh? Eh?” Later on, you touched a meteorite with your bare hands and gained a permanent green outline. “Going green? How ecological.” You got home with ENA one day and looked in the mirror. You looked a lot like one of the odd strangers who’d run up to you to spout nonsense—a blocky arm, an antique diver’s helmet, the legs of a silver tripod and a stylized outline which bordered your form. You said that you didn’t know how to feel. ENA felt for you. “You’re not all that different. You just look as trademark as you are on the inside.” ENA tenderly kissed your awkward helmet and ran her cool claw over your blocky knuckled. You shivered. “This place changes everyone. Think of it like this: NEW LOOK, SAME GREAT TASTE!” You startled and laughed so hard you choked on your spit. She always knew how to lift your spirits.

[callmecoke]

Hi again! I looked through your blog very briefly (gonna take a deeper dive once I am free from uni stuff, sigh), but honestly you feel like someone I would click quite well, so if you are still looking for requests, I would really love to see something fluffy and comforting about Graves from you. I really will devour with great pleasure anything you cook, but if you do something for Graves x Russian reader, I'd be even more happy. No pressure tho, genuinely

Most importantly I really hope you write things you enjoy and have people you like around you, here and offline obv. Sorry if I sound annoying lol, I just think you're cool. Much love!!

HEY!!!!!! You’re not annoying at all and I really appreciate the request! So, minor warning before hand, I am incredibly Australian, and know, admittedly, fuck all about Russia or Russian people. So if anything here is wrong or incorrect, just put me down 😞 (JK, lemme know and I can correct anything, or maybe add a few tidbits if a learn some new things) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to do a headcanon list and not a full story lol I hope that’s okay.

Russian Reader x Graves Headcanons (Fluff)

Graves has picked up a few words during his time working with many, many different types of folks from all four corners of the world. They’re not full sentences though, more random tidbits. Sometimes their phrases that he doesn’t fully know the meaning of, but finds fun to say (The Russian version of “I’m going to fucking kill you” was repeated to him so much he started saying it out loud around the house. Didn’t know what it meant until you had to sit him down and explain why your relatives were looking at him a bit offended)

Despite how well he can repeat phrases he finds on the field, he absolutely fumbles when attempting to actually teach him the language. Suddenly, his fat American tongue can’t wrap around the words and it sounds like the syllables are choking him. Looks at you all proud each time because in his mind, he’s absolutely nailing this (he isn’t)

But there are some phrases you’ve taught him that he caught on to quite well. Things like “Я люблю тебя” (I love you) and “Любовь всей жизни” (Love of my life) he learned pretty quickly because his association was with you. He also looooves to pull these out when he wants something from you or is trying to soften you up. He a cheeky bastard like that.

Now, Phillip is all about the grill. He is the man who has full control of the barbecue at any and all social functions. He has self assigned that role and he takes it very seriously. However, that doesn’t mean that he is a single minded cook. In fact, with a clear recipe he can just about make anything to near perfection.

Pirog? The juiciest meat stuffing available. Kasha? Every morning with side of strawberries. Literally any dish you want, he can make. He cooks to impress. (And it’s a bonding moment if you have some recipes you wanna teach him. If you stand behind him and guide his hands you’ll get him blushing a little and give him a good laugh because you knooooow he’s normally the one with his chest against your back)

I do believe this man is a chronic google-er so he spends a lot of time on his phone searching up phrases like “New Russian Partner” “How to impress Russian family” “Russian culture” “Russian language learning easy”

If you’re new to America and are struggling to find your footing, he is more than happy to come to your rescue. And doesn’t necessarily mean he understands what you’re going through, because he honestly doesn’t know what it feels like to be homesick or isolated to such a degree. But that won’t stop him from trying to help.

I think you’ll find a lot of that in your relationship with him. There’s no real way around the fact how different the two of you are culture and upbringing wise. That’s not even talking about the distance between a civilian and a pmc. But that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t give up for nothing, even for a partner three times out of his league.

He knows he’ll never fully understand the cultural shock, or your upbringing, or even half the words you speak. But he keeps doing his darnedest every single day, in the hopes that one day he will understand. One day he will speak Russian fluently, and understand Russian culture, and learn the history and learn everything and anything about all the things that make you, you. One day, starting now.

[queeniethevampire]

@shindahime

Queenie sat just inside the hotel. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Finally the buzz she expected went off and she stood up her clothes switching between her street wear and something just a bit nicer. Dressed in a fluffy skirt with a nice low cut top she approached the star when she arrived. “Greetings madam. Welcome to Idra. I am the Queen, Queenie. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She said with a polite bow, and a fanged smile.

[doorinthefloor-a]

@defyxoblivion liked for a starter from Apocalypse!

“I will never apologize for the harshness in my lessons - I have, however, been recently convinced that my methods and expectations were, perhaps, somewhat unfair.”

It definitely wasn't an apology - no, he didn't believe he had anything to apologize for. Even in being unfair or cruel? His lessons were still taught and made gospel even if they hindered the potential of others. Weeding out the weak. But survival of the fittest wasn't as black and white as he'd found himself previously believing.

It was never that he had looked down upon Saal - or rather , he had. But it wasn't because of who Saal was. He had become a strong, intelligent man - everything that En Sabah Nur could have hoped his son could be. It was in what he believed to be the man's glaring weakness. His kind and peaceful nature - something that he had weed out of himself long ago.

The concept wasn't foreign to him - in fact it was what he had dreamed and strived for a time. Lessons he learned during his many years.

"But-"

A massive hand is offered - an offering of something that had previously felt so malignant to him - peace - acceptance. A symbolic act - he wants to accept him for who he is. Not just the parts of himself he sees in him. It still left a strange taste in his mouth and it left him feeling wholly uncertain. It still felt like weakness - but if he had shown this hand to others? It only seemed fair to give the same to his own flesh and blood.

"-Perhaps you could explain things to me from your perspective - and I'll listen without predetermined notion. If you have time to walk with me, of course. "

[weisshapt]

alright that's it. role call. i need to know who out here is ready and willing to risk it all (aka flip the coin and see whether or not hearing me ramble makes you want to play with matches and gasoline) for mr saul bright because a switch got flipped and once i finish these last two food folklore blog posts for this assignment, i'm diving back into nomad land and i need people to come with me as i try very very extra hard to actually finish at least the first two chapters of my saul fic, which btw looks like this in my docs.

[sometimesidrawerr]

Idea from tenth grader, don't go on the maths and tech profile in high school only because 'it's gonna pay well' and 'you're good at math'

Or if you do keep the pressure as low as possible

Please

(edit did I just go on a small tag rant lol)

[occkalt]

Kat's heard the rumors. But she had to listen close, because they were surprisingly hard to find - so much so that a part of her suspects that she might've just been hearing what she wanted to hear.

A haunted art gallery... Well, it's not the kind of thing she usually chases after. It's only because she's in the area that she figured it was worth checking out, not having much else to do with her time. Annie had intended to come with her, but... sometimes, things come up - Kat gets that. And besides, if there really does turn out to be something here, Kat's not sure she'd want her here anyway.

Right now, she's still in the "gathering info" phase. But as serious as this investigation is, Kat's always been the mischievous type, and she can't stand to spend too long without messing with someone a little bit. ...Maybe that requires a bit of self-reflection, but either way... that's what has her leaning in towards the stranger just slightly now, and with a playful half-smile, asking-

"Hey. Do you believe in the supernatural?"

@fabricatedprince ( starter! )

[h8fuckk]

closed starter | @fiendishfinesse

The air around the bridge feels thick, oppressive. Nepharia stands at the edge of the crumbling stonework, eyes narrowed as she watches the scene unfold. Her companions, the ones she’s reluctantly traveling with, exchange confused glances at the strange man before them, his riddles coiling through the air like smoke. But Nepharia barely hears him. Something else gnaws at the edge of her senses.

The scent hits her first, sharp and bitter——brimstone, hellfire, and something far older. It slithers into her lungs like poison, familiar and foul. She doesn’t shift, doesn’t move an inch, but her silver eyes darken, glinting with a predatory gleam. That smell——she knows it. Knows it like a second skin. The others might be too distracted by the man’s enigmatic charm, but Nepharia knows better. This isn’t a mortal. No mortal reeks of the hells quite like this.

She rolls her shoulders, feeling the subtle pull of her wings beneath her skin, wings she keeps hidden beneath the mortal façade of her tiefling form. The brimstone calls to her, scratching at her fiendish nature, reminding her of what she truly is beneath the mask. A devil. This man was one of them. Her lip curls slightly, an instinctual reaction, and her arms cross over her chest as she stares him down. Her tone, when it comes, is low, rough, as though the words themselves are pulled from the depths of her resentment.

❛ You can cut the riddles, devil. I can smell the hells on you from here. ❜ She spits the words like a curse, her voice dripping with venom. Her gaze never falters, locked onto him with the cold fury of someone who’s been used to hellfire her entire life. ❛ What do you want? ❜ The question isn't polite. It’s a demand, the kind that comes from someone who knows they’re being toyed with——and hates it.

[spider-templates]

Hello! Can we have a basic group desc template by any chance? Thanks :] -Blurry

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[plantfell]

By the time Knives finds his way to the ruins of the fallen Ark, the moon has begun to make it's way along the night sky. There's no one around when he arrives, and it's clearly been picked through already, but Knives doesn't let his guard down entirely. It's just as likely that the Earth fleet may be monitoring the area, but Knives hopes they've lost interest by now. He wants a familiar place to rest his head, and this is the best he can come up with.

Familiar being used in the broadest sense of the word. The mangled wreckage looks very little like anything at this point. The spot Knives finds to lay down and curl into a ball might as well be any other part of the ship, but it's fine enough for now.

Hopefully, in the morning, he'll be able to approach the situation with fresh eyes. For now, though, all he wants is to sleep.

@lost13th

[michi-chelle]

i can’t be the only one struggling with the interrogation sequences righttt 😵‍💫

[lovecharged]

@intcxications liked this for a smutty starter. based on: this.

everyone believed lucas was a gentleman. sweet-natured and free from any true sinful thoughts. however, that wasn't strictly true. when the man was attracted to somebody; seriously attracted. he could be as passionate and fervent as any man. it would be wrong not to use his reputation for his own personal gain however. sweet dimples digging into his cheeks as his fingertips stroke along the material of the other's panties. it's easy for him to carry on his conversation, to laugh through the other man's jokes as he tugs her panties to the side and allows his middle finger to seek out her clit and tease her further. "i'm not sure i have any strong opinions on that, to be honest..." he trails off, throwing her a casual glance, "do you think the books are better than the movies?" he asks, as he plunges his middle digit inside her.

[galaxcias-archived]

@typhoonvash - plotted

Just like nothing ever happened…if only things were that easy, the woman thought to herself. Her chestnut hues eyes the tear in Vash’s cloak with the intent to fix, replacing the piece lost, bit by bit.

It had been for a good reason.

She could clearly remember it. The animosity she received from Nai. That…other power Vash had. Nai severing Vash’s arm. And finally, the act of Vash turning a gun on his own brother. And the moment he had collapsed to the ground, making it clear he wasn’t waking up until he was somewhere safe, she had torn a piece of the cloak on his back and turned it into a makeshift bandage. In a way, she felt relieved that it held the entire trip back to Home.

Bradd had planned on helping out the blonde the second he learned of his dismembered limb, but at the same time it wouldn’t be instant. A few days a best. Until then, Vash had to wait.

The raven haired female let out a perturbed hum as she finished the stitches on his cloak. From close up one could see the difference in skill on the sections she fixed, but it was unnoticeable from a distance.

Just like nothing ever happened…huh?

The captain put away her sewing supplies, folding the cloak over her arm and making her way down the hall. Luida stopped at the door, before motioning for it to unlock via her ID.

“I’m back, this should be good as new.” With a smile on her face, Luida set the cloak on its hook before turning to Vash. She was initially going to ask if he was feeling any better, but from the look on his face and his bandaged arm, probably not. Even the food brought to him had been left untouched, akin to when he first arrived five years prior. He was blaming himself. For the crash, for Nai, for Rem…it was heartbreaking to watch. She wanted to help…after all, where he lived wasn’t called ship 3 anymore. It was Home. Taking a seat beside him, her gaze softened, as did her voice.

“…Still have a lot on your mind?”

[youcouldbeit]

@lcftcult wanted a starter!

"Well, hey there! Welcome t' I.M.P., th' name's Millie, 'nd how can Ah help ya? Ah mean, can take a wild guess, but let's hear what ya want from th' source." It wasn't often that people stumbled into the office by mistake, after all, but it's not entirely unheard of, either.

[idkaguyorsomething]

huge shame that barbara never got to meet ten. they both had lofty ideals, an occasional god complex, and we’re not afraid to cut a bitch if their loved ones were being threatened. no clue what would’ve happened but it would’ve been something

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @wr0ngera / @wr0ngbtch

"you okay? i can walk you home if you want. i don't mind. party sucks anyway."