#my favorite things: chocolate and submas

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First Valentines Day with Submas 

Inspired by Mont Blanc by Leggerefiore

Ingo

he was nervous about it, he knows he wants to make the day enjoyable. He knows he has a lot of support to do so, and he has someone to share the holiday with! He should be excited, But there is a small problem. 

He has absolutely no idea how to go about making Valentine’s Day special for you. Sure, he knew the beats. Chocolate, love, pink, hearts, but he wasn’t sure how to make it special. He liked you a lot and has always been rather open about it. What could he do to make sure you had an even more wonderful day? What’s more, it was the first Valentine’s Day as a couple. It had to be perfect. 

So he planned. 

He made a schedule, naturally, several different versions. He settled on A date involving your favorite spots in the city, followed by a lovely meal at your favorite restaurant. 

He wrote down several ideas for gifts, which Elesa and Emmet verified to make sure it wasn’t too much or too expensive. (Several jewelry websites were  put away) 

This is about a month before valentines by the way. The bright side of this is that You’ll probably notice his awkwardness and nervousness and not connect it to the special day. 

As the day stretches closer, he grows more confident of his choices, backed up by his closest friends and family. 

The day comes!…and he forgot to schedule a day off. He crumples. The depot agents do their best, but with how busy the now pink station becomes with couples, they need the extra hands. He calls you to let you know. 

Even then, he only manages to get the second half of the day off. He sighs, disappointed as he puts his things away in the locker and prepares to clock out. 

Then he hears your voice.

It seems that you might have found the schedules he’d made, (possibly thanks to a few little helpers) and now you’re hoping to at least salvage the rest of today. 

With the time saved, you were able to get to the restaurant on time for the reservation. Ingo, slightly exhausted, took your hand. 

“I’m so sorry, my dear, I completely missed the station today,” 

When you reassure him, he gives off a kitty smile. He chats about the day while dinner arrives, the problems, the cute moments he saw between couples that reminded him of You. At the time, it had made his heart hurt, but now, with you framed by soft candles? And he still had the gift on hand to give to you when you got back home. 

This was special. 

The next valentines would be just as wonderful too. No, even more so.

Emmet

For him, Valentine’s Day was simply just the day before discount chocolate day. He hadn’t really thought about how’d he celebrate it with you. He loves you every day, so what was the point? 

Until he overhears a depot agent explain it to her child. That it’s a celebration of love, the bonds between others. The more Emmet thought about it, the more he realised maybe he did want to celebrate Valentines. He should celebrate this relationship with you. No, he needed to.

This is all during working hours, much to the depot agents’ confusions. Emmet seemed lost in thought for about two hours, then suddenly he’s writing at the speed of light, then pacing all over the place as if he had joltiks in his pants. 

Ferris wheel, amusement park, a restaurant full of delicious things, gifts! gifts! gifts! He goes a bit nuts. 

During this period his grin is especially wide. Especially around you, he pays attention to things you wanna do and things you’d like. 

He wonders if he wants to go with the flow or if he wants a complete plan in order to ensure there were no bad surprises. It’s a tough decision. But it needs to be perfect. Eventually, he makes a compromise. 

There are spaces for planned events and for surprises! He can’t wait to see the smiles on your face as you go-

Wait, oh, the restaurant is booked full? Alright, maybe-no, that’s booked too. And that. And that. And when did that chocolate box sell out?? 

Emmet was not prepared for how much valentines would mean to the citizens of Nimbasa. 

He’s grumpy and huffy the week before Valentines. He’s also even more cuddly. 

On the day itself, he’s calmed down, he got the day off to spend it with you. And by the trains of the world he will make it a good one! 

You end up going to the nimbasa park using the train, saying hi to everyone there. 

Emmet wraps an arm around you as the train begins to move. He chatters about the fiasco to you, and your reaction makes it worth the hassle. 

That evening, he will present you with flowers, chocolate and more, but right now, he’s happy. 

And planning for next Valentines. It will be perfect. 

[belltrigger]

Hiya, first off I gotta say you're one pretty cool person!! It's really nice to see people being chill about shipping, I wasn't even aware of the (submas/blankshipping) ship having actual content considering how much of it is just antis hating on people. (which, morally, everyone is aware that it's completely fictional, and that bullying people online iss pretty questionable..) [Unlike the antis, you give off some really good vibes. Vibes that remind me of something along the lines of having hot chocolate on a cold day ^_^ ]

Anyways, I've seen you mention the submas fandom being pretty big a while back and/or having a fair bit of older media, and I was wondering where it is? I've only seen a few things on tumblr and it's mostly newer things from what I've seen, which isn't a bad thing but I'm incredibly curious about learning more of the history of the (submas/blankshipping) ship (and perhaps reading more fanfiction, there's so many creative people out there being so kind and sharing their brilliance!!!)

PS. You are very cool and great, and I hope life treats you well!!

Thank you so much for the compliments and well wishes! (I had an entire 'rant' about Antis here, but tbh I felt it unnecessary to your ask after rereading it, haha. The point of it was essentially that Antis are what lead me to even finding out about Blankshipping in the first place.)

However, perhaps you've mixed me up with someone I've been having a reblog conversation with because I'm actually pretty new to Submas and blankshipping? It's only this past week that I've actually found people to talk to; I was starting to give up hope on the English side of the fandom.

But! I do look at a lot of fanworks for them completely off-site, and believe me, there are a ton of them. My favorite is Pixiv, because I'm still getting used to the social rules of Twitter. The overall fan environment is significantly more welcoming than Tumblr's Submas fanbase. Whether or not you ship Blankshipping doesn't matter to me; how you act to the other side does. It's perfectly acceptable to not like them together, AND scrolling past costs nothing and is verrrry easy.

I am by no means an expert, and I barely know Japanese, but I've gotten pretty good at finding the right tags on Pixiv for my own means (due in part to other fandoms I've been in.) There are R18 works there, and while they do pretty much always clearly mark them, please exercise caution if that's not what you want to see!

If you or anyone wants me to talk about the tags I look up on Pixiv, I'd be happy to do so.

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#5

Hii I'm new here! I saw that your reqs are open and I was just reading some of you headcanons and they are great!!! I was wondering if you have headcanons for Morpheus cause I love Sandman hahaha if not than that's okay. Have a beautiful and lovely day😊

omg my beloved morpheus?? my love??? absolutely anon you don’t know how fast I typed this up

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smells like old books and roses and a good nights sleep

his eyes are endlessly stunning

favorite color is dark green?? maybe. i’m not sure he has one

gives off wet cat vibes™

i bet he can appreciate a cloudy day

probs squints in the sun

VERY intimidating. wtf are you supposed to do when the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares comes knocking?

doesnt have a preference for music. he likes it all

favorite sibling is Death (obviously)

he probably smells like lavender too

secretly misses a simpler time

wishes that he could connect better with other people

a SUCKER for a good bubble bath

have a whole day dedicated to him and he’ll never forget it

also has really good memory? literally how

ideal evening is sitting in front of a fireplace on colder nights

pls sit with him

doesn’t know how to cook

can and will burn down the palace accidentally

does know how to ice skate actually

loves his ravens so so much (but he’ll never say so out loud)

such a creative person & loves any form of art

loves any form of dessert but especially loves chocolate

has an eye for color

sucker for architecture (have you SEEN his palace/castle thing??)

goes on walks in the Dreaming just for the hell of it

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#4

Thunderbolt

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The developing stage of a thunderstorm is marked by a cumulus cloud that is being pushed upward by a rising column of air (updraft). The cumulus cloud soon looks like a tower (called towering cumulus) as the updraft continues to develop. (source)

(or, you meet a stranger during a storm.)

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It was not a beautiful day when you first met him.

The sky was painted a riveting mosaic of white and grey, and a cold breeze swept across the field, tussling the grasses and the trees of the meadow.

It nipped at your cheeks, delivering with it the promise of a storm.

Thunder curled on the horizon, and lightning flickered through the clouds. Slowly, steadily, it began to rain.

A small pavilion sits in the middle of the field, and quickly you take shelter under it, too enthralled by the forces of nature to even think about returning home. 

You sit on one of the old wooden picnic tables, closing your eyes as the storm continues. 

The sound of footsteps causes you open your eyes. Not many people come over here, especially not during rain. 

A man, much taller than the people you’re used to seeing in the town, towers over you. So much so that you can’t really see his eyes. 

He motions to the bench beside you, and it takes a moment for you to register what he’s silently inquiring.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit there.”

He nods, and you take note of his appearance. Red hair covers part of his face, and based on what he’s wearing, he most certainly isn’t from around here. 

How interesting. 

You both sit there in silence, listening to the heartbeat of the storm.

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You begin, noting the way the strange man tilts his head, not quite looking at you. “Even though Mama would pitch a fit every time I came home sopping wet, I’ve always found thunderstorms to be-“ A particularly loud crash of thunder echoes through the sky, as if on cue. “-fascinating.”

You lean forwards, jumping off the table. The sound of the thunder and the rain, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, faster, faster- it creates a most chaotic symphony, and makes your heart thrum to its tune. 

Twenty minutes go by (or was it an hour? a day?) and both you and the stranger sit there, admiring the roar of the storm.

The thunder seems to dull, leaving for another town.

You ought to go back to your home, but not before saying goodbye to this odd accomplice. 

“It was nice talking to you. Maybe I’ll see you again when the next storm rolls around?”

Thor nods, silently observing the way you smile at the gesture and how you seem to bathe in the afterglow of the storm. 

Then you walk away, plucking at some flowers as you go, oblivious to the golden eyes watching as you leave. 

Unaware of the two birds now perched on a nearby branch.

“Oh! Oh! Thor’s found an interesting human!”

“Ho! Ho! What strange news!”

The ravens cackle to each other, though are quickly silenced by a harsh clap of thunder as Thor’s even harsher glare turns to them. They fly off, probably to sit on his father’s shoulders. 

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#3

Hi, I’m obsessed with your Morpheus content and I was wondering if you could do something angsty where they argue? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️

omg anon?? i love you <3 je t’aime

also what POV do you guys like best? second person? First? pls tell me i’m never sure which one to go with

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A strange book caught my eye as I meandered through the library. I grabbed at the reddish-orange cover, pulling it into my hands. I flip to the first page.

“Try as he might, the god cannot love the mortal in his entirety. He burns far too bright, too endlessly - and no mortal can withstand that intensity. So the god becomes so dreadfully alone - as there is no one who can return his love in the way he needs.”

I remembered then that I was meant to meet with Morpheus in Fiddler’s Green. He had asked me - quite formally, might I add - to meet him there so that we might talk, as friends do.

I won’t tell you how my heart leapt. I’m sure you already know it.

I rushed over quickly, hoping I wasn’t late. The grassy path led me to my favorite spot in all of the Dreaming - the pond.

Waterfalls cascaded down, splashing delightfully with the water below. Birds and butterflies and bees flew and fluttered, buzzed and sang.

It felt like home, almost.

And just the thought of this being home made my heart sing. Though, not as much as the prospect of him wanting to talk to me did.

But as I looked around, peering through the shades of green and brown, I saw no Morpheus.

Maybe I was early?

I’ve got all the time in the world. Might as well wait for him.

I sit down in shade, just watching the world go by. The grass below me was soft, tickling my legs not unlike how it would in the real world. A white tulip sprang up from the ground, alerting me that Fiddler’s Green himself as coming to me.

And there he was, walking from the woods. He dipped his head in greeting as he sat beside me.

“Hello, dreamer,” he said, tone like the gentle waterfall near us. “What brings you to my meadow today?”

“Hello Fiddler's Green,” I said, a small grin appearing on my lips. “It’s nice to see you. Dream asked me here today. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

His brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” he said with an unsure tone. “No, he never mentioned anything like that today. Perhaps he forgot to tell me?”

It was an easy excuse. Both of us knew that Morpheus never forgot these sorts of things: he always remembered everything, as any Endless would. So it was rather strange to hear Fiddler's Green talk about him in such a manner. It was …strange.

"The god loves so fiercely, burns so brightly. And like the sands of time, he will fall in love over and over.

He doesn't like to think about it. So instead, he chooses to forget."

Birds still chirped and bees still buzzed. Butterflies flew and waterfalls - well, they fell. The world continued on even though my heart was racing. 

“He has been rather busy recently,” said the man beside me. “Maybe it’s just the busyness of it all.” We simmer in silence for a moment before-

"No matter,” he says, cheering up. His demeanor instantly shifts. “We can have plenty of fun together - even without Dream.”

Despite his offer, I respectfully declined. I wanted to know what Morpheus was doing and why he stood me up. 

He nodded his agreement but warned me: "Be careful: My lord tends to get antagonistic when stressed."

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#2

hello how are you?, could you imagine where the reader and morpheus discuss something in the dream and morpheus says something hurtful to the reader and spelling a lot like "" you are a mortal human and need to know your place ",

but regrets it, but s / o decides to spend time in the wake neglecting her health without resting not wanting to meet with that king, she is really human and knows her place now. Thanks (the ending can be sad, happy or with continuation, you decide 🤗)

anon. anon look at me. i love you anon. do you understand anon? do you know this fact? i love you anon. i love you.

something short and not sweet for you <333 idk what is wrong with me but i CANNOT write fluff rn its so strange

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Lucienne waited for your return. Despite her professional demeanor, she cared deeply for those she considered close. Including you.

It had been an awful fight, she remembered, between you and her master.

“-But if we were to do this, we could-“

“There is no we in this situation. Do not assume you are part of this.” Dream’s voice was cut you off, also cutting off any argument.

Lucienne stood to the side, unsure of how to diffuse the situation. How to lessen the tension, how to make it better-

It happened in slow motion.

“Fine. You should do this to-“

Similar to how a cat would, his eyes darkened and he spat, “You will not make demands of me. You are a mere mortal human,” He took a breath, face twisting into a sneer. “And you need to know your place.”

You turned and fled the room.

You hadn’t come back since. It had been two days.

Lucienne, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was getting worried. You were, after all, a mortal human - you needed to sleep. You needed to dream.

Morpheus noticed your absence. And when he questioned Lucienne, she replied solemnly, “They haven’t been back since…then.”

She eyed Morpheus warily as she said that, as though just the suggestion of the argument would set him off again.

It did, but not in the way anyone would think.

“I see.” He hummed, eyes brimming with thought. Were you so apprehensive of meeting him again that you’d damage your own health?

Were you so afraid of him that-

Oh. You were scared of him.

How could he fix this?

And somewhere, Desire snickers, their twin sister right beside them.

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175 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

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“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

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