#nice to meet u fellow human

[nebulaofchaosandwoe]

Hello People of Earth!

Here's some stuff about me 🪻

I'm Leticia, latina, white

I use she/her (but fuck gender)

I love a good ol' communismm :3

I'm queer! -- which means I'm an aroace badass

I'm vegan - pls ask me anything before judging :)

Meet my interests 🐳

Books! Fantasy, fiction, drama and queer stuff

I adore indie, pop rock, mpb and alt music

Luv cooking plant-based food!

Ranting about political matters -- feminism, anti-racism, anti-capitalism, anti-transphobia, anti-ableism, intersectional veganism and all that stuff

Goddesses and witchcraft (I still know very little of those)

Writing! I do a bit, though it scares me 🙃

Main fandoms 🌌

Osemanverse -- frances/georgia/isaac kinnie

Steven Universe

Brazilian literature!!!!

Erin Morgenstern's books

The Raven Cycle

Grishaverse

Young Royals

Star Wars

The Mirror Visitor

Bee and Puppycat

Pride and Prejudice 2005™

Studio Ghibli

Brand New Animal (BNA)

She-ra reboot

and so on so forth

Music ☔

I'm in love with Rachel Chinouriri, Luiza Brina, Dodie, Sir Chloe, Conan Gray, Marina Diamandis, Moses Sumney, Chico Buarque, Liniker, Beth McCarthy and some other artists :)

That's it! don't know what to say, I'm a pretty weird human being and I've got no idea how to have a conversation like a person, though I can try 🦭

please be kind <3

[bdsmrist]

im high rn so u can ignore me but going insane over the fact that the harry that is nice to kids and likes them is *basically* the canon harry.

like harry wants to be nice to cuno despite how annoying he is, and makes a massive graffiti that says I LOVE YOU CUNO so he grows up knowing that someone out there (harry) loves him. not to mention if kim eats shit n dies, cuno comes w u and u advocate for him to become a junior officer.

also, his scene with annette is so precious; how he can tell that shes extra polite because shes guarded, and when he sees her nails, he doesnt scold her but rather sympathizes with her situation. AND stands up to her mom and calls her out for being a shitty parent (which most ppl irl never do).

and when he meets the anodic teens/young adults, hes so fucking desperate to be perceived as cool while simultaneously reassuring these kids that they are cool, and that their dreams and aspirations are valid and special. like these kids are *homeless*, but he uplifts them to the point where as a player u can easily forget the fact, because he doesnt treat them as such. he treats them like complex people, like fellow artists.

like can u imagine just how kind this man mustve been to his student as a coach. how many shy kids he befriended and got out of their shell. how many kids came out to him as queer (n he was cool w it). and how many kids he can-opened into telling him of the troubles back at home, and how he talked to them through the pain. like do u think he became a cop because a part of him hopped he could help these kids even more if he did?

i think its intended to understand harry as a complex man who holds immense amounts of resentment to the world around him, and has the potential to be one of the most detestable people ever. as a cop, and as an addict, hes seen both the worse of humanity, and seen the worse of himself. so hes meant to have one or two regrettable interactions w those around him.

BUT! he knows kids are never the problem. he understands more than anything that kids are just kids, they need to be protected, and be treated with patience, kindness, and respect. like yeah, u can punch cuno, but the game doesnt rly want u to. if u do, the skills, HARRY’s skills, tell u ur an asshole, and resent u for it.

so in short empath/gentle harry du bois is the best harry du bois. im not sorry abt it.

[emojellyace08]

Hi!! Loved your work of demon reader. But what about vampire reader?? Yk?? Or what about siren reader?? Like lookism characters just take a break for the day and just decided to go to the beach. They just explore the beach until they come to secluded part of the beach they decide to go back but than...they hear singing? So they go investigate who in the world is singing...than they saw it..someone sitting on a rock singing beautifully..than they noticed a tail..omg a siren. Yeah I know its very silly. Its alright if u don't want to write this anyways have a nice day/evening or night!!♡♡

♡ "Lookism Men x Siren/Memaid! Female Reader🐚🌊💀" ♡

Hello fellow human! (and Daniel simp lol). This is a very cool idea! (I want to go on the beach so bad yet I don't have free time because of school). Genre: fluff? (Kind of inspired and based on The Little Mermaid, just edgier) Note (quick fact!): Sirens are different from mermaids. Sirens are half birds with a face of a human (female mostly) to lure men/sailors and wreck their ships with the use of their voice and singing while mermaids usually keep their distance away from humanity, wanting to live peacefully (at least in most versions). Now I don't know what to call this "evil mermaid" creature that I made up on my mind and it's really tricky to write since sailors get killed by sirens when they are lured by the song so I kind of made it a mix of a siren and mermaid😭(pls bear with me lmao😀👍). Another note!: (D/n) stands for dog's name

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He is a strong, sturdy, and focused sailor whose duty is to operate the ship and vessels and maintaining a safe work environment, him being admired by every women and envied by men. And everybody knows that he's not here to make friends or companions. And you're a living-sea creature whose business in life is to wreck ships with your strong-level of power and with the great advantage of your luring singing voice and your different level of speed in swimming. You don't know why you were acting like this. Is it because of that mentality when you believed that humans are disgusting creatures who take advantage of mother nature or you being hostile is just part of your natural instincts.

Well, he made your heart pounding though when he helped you carry out the anchor that has been stuck on your tail when you're minding your own business on your cave even though you're already hissing at him almost telling him to back off if you were able to speak the "human-way". It was very unusual for him to be generously kind to other people, let alone a sea-creature. So it's different (almost weird) for his co-sailors to see that side of him. Now you're the one who won't leave him alone when he's out to do his work, you swimming with your full speed to catch up to the big ship even when it's moving at a decent speed. Making him sigh and giving you a glare, almost not giving you attention because of you following him with that puppy-eyes even if you have the fiercest orbs ever.

*Sigh* it's weird for him, but he does find you cute (and threatening) in some ways.

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/James Lee (DG)/Gun Park/Jichang Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Mandeok/Xiaoleoung/Taesoo Ma/Cheon Taejin/Magami Kenta/Seokdu Wang/Gapryong Kim

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He is not only a dreamy and eye-catching prince but also a compassionate, helpful, and kind lad not only to humans but also to animals. He is well-respected by his fellow sailors when they're out riding his ship on the middle of the ocean, either fishing for food or him just wanting to explore the outside world of his lonely castle. Him admiring the sapphire-like color of the water as he often gets curious if mythical creatures like mermaids, even the predatory ones like sirens exist. But he never expected to meet a mixture of both.

Unexpectedly, a raging storm interrupted their ride as everybody recruited on their boats "D/N!" He knows it's one of his weakness. He's too caring for others even on the smallest things that can be "replaced" but he knows that the memories won't fade forever. So as risky as it sounds, he went back on the now sinking ship and giving the animal to his body guard before he was quickly swept by the harsh water waves, slowly drowning and loosing his breath. But a miracle happened.

He woke up on the seashore. Clothes wet and some parts ripped. Good thing that he is safe despite getting mild bruises. He was lost in his own thoughts when his assistant screamed for his name to get his attention and asking him if he's alright. Before that, he remembered when he was opening his eyes, he saw a striking face of a female with the familiar color of that specific scales and ear fins before it went away at that moment. He smiled as a warm blush covered his cheeks as he remembered that time when he was younger, he explained that he helped a mermaid-looking creature yet an attitude aggressive like a siren when it's injured yet his servants laughed at him. Now you're the one who rescued him when he needed help. It's unlike in your predatory nature but you've been curious about what he's being doing lately as he's curious about your well being. You often get excited when you see his ship, following the smell of the young man as you watch on the distance, wanting to know things about him. If you weren't so different of worlds, would you make it work out? If you only had legs...

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Yuseong/Jake Kim/Eli Jang

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He's literally the definition of a struggling yet determined and hard-working man. Not only he has to provide his daily necessities, but he also helps out his family too. Poor guy needs a rest. The dark circles that is ringing on his gloomy eyes have gotten deeper because of the lack of his sleep with the mixture of sea sickness that is starting to make his stomach grumble. He needs something to eat.

Stopping by the land, he went in the caves as he wanted to spend his free time before going on duty again as his stupid co-sailors wasted their time by chugging off the strong scent of alcohol that is stinging his sensitive sense of smell. Despite the place being a bit dark, good thing he brought his lantern with a box of matches for safety measures, a pocket knife, a small bag of biscuits and a jug of water. He sat down on a rock, sighing as he gets lost on his own thought thinking about his future especially for his loved ones who relies on him. He just wants to experience living of the life of luxury, eating everything he craves for and sleep every time he wants with his family, not wanting to leave them out. He wants to feel peacefulness even just for once in his life but he knows that he needs to focus on his work if he doesn't want to starve for a whole week, a month rather than smelling the stench of the fish that he catches every time he went out for fishing .

He was overthinking again before he noticed a movement on the small body of water that he is near to. "Eh- Who's there!?" He asked as he sticks up his lamp up to see if there are any near predators in the place. He could be in danger. He was surprised to see a tail move upward as the creature swam deeper in the water. He was about to get out when you suddenly grab his legs making him yelp. Your hand is slimy and soft yet the way you grab him was gentle. But he wouldn't risk getting drowned so he got up, ran away while wailing his hands up and screaming. You're just curious about the young man, he looks like a nice guy. Yet you scared him off. How do you properly approach humans anyways? (lol).

Zack Lee/ Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Warren Chae/Eli Jang/Jerry Kwon/Duke Pyeon/Brad Lee/Jason Yoon/Jihan & Jibeom Kwak/Sinu Han/Jiho Park

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Well nobody knows if he really is a professional marine biologist or if he's just a smart amateur. But everybody knows that he's one hell of a smart fellow for their era. He's intelligent and logical, yet idealistic and curious about the things around him. He has worked on big projects like mechanicals in big marine transportations that has been successful over the years for his age. Now he wants to explore what lies beneath the ocean.

He got curious when he read about a book related to hybrids of marine animals and humans, basically the mer-folk. He usually doesn't believe in fairy tales (often thinking it's dumb at times in realistic situations). But in terms of creating writing and his curious thinking getting in the way again, he can't help but to consider the possibility that the fish-people even sirens may exist. The past few cases of sunk ships have been very interesting for him nowadays.

He and his crew decided to have a short trip on the seas for him to have a break while secretly working on his research and investigation. Every island and shores have been discovered and dug to find artifacts yet none of it are a provable evidence of its' existence. He was about to give up when a singing voice is heard from the distance. He knew it was dangerous based on the novels that he had checked out, yet the sailors with their stupidity followed the sound and decided to catch whatever is moving under the water. He thought he was going to die when you approached the ship, but instead his weirdness got the best of him again as he ordered the fishermen to release you. It may be the dumb decision to let you go, but it's for the best for your and everybody's safety. He got a valuable evidence of your blood on the fishing hook that was used though.

Jace Park/Yoojin/Goo Kim/Baek Hangyul/Jinyoung Park/Tom Lee/Manager Kim/Gapryong Kim

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He is just a normal person, a person looking for thrills in his boring life. He causes chaos in his place, almost getting caught by the soldiers when he's doing dumb shit again. *Sigh* well, he thought he's not an ordinary person if he keeps risking his life for pranking other people though. But this behavior crosses the lines when he decided to sneak in the castle to see the beautiful ocean that he's been dreaming to visit. But for some unexplainable reasons the king decided to shut down the access of the place. Was it because of the irresponsibility of the people who dumps their trash and dirt into the ethereal place? Or was it because of the missing fishermen that has not yet found for almost a year now? Nobody knows the real reason if the higher ups won't open up about the issue.

Yet here he is now, feet feeling the warmness of the earthy-brown color of the sand as he admires the view of the horizon. It is beautiful, almost breath taking as if he is in paradise. But his moment was cut off when the guards noticed his presence on the abandoned place. "OI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Shit, he's been caught again. He knows that it's probably the time he face the consequences of his actions. But that feeling of adrenaline is getting him excited, again and again as it repeats the cycle of the feeling of a masochistic happiness that he can't explain. He can't let that happen. To be beheaded in front of the pathetic people around him. No, he will run. As fast as he could.

Running away with his swift speed, he managed to escape (once again) the higher ups as he hides on the unfamiliar cave. Laughing to himself yet keeping quiet to not have the guards' attention. He once again admired the beauty of the rocks yet keeping his guard up. He knows that it's dangerous because of what ever is lurking in the dark. And it seems that he is somehow right. He noticed a shadow of, a human-like form with a tail on the water? He can't be serious right now. That living-creature doesn't exist, right? You slowly rise on the water, eyes like snake keeping your attention to the unfamiliar man as he pleaded for his life. "Oi, I don't know what the hell you want but, I"M HERE TO STAY FOR A WHILE SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He winced as he has his eyes closed ready to be attacked. But as you got up and sat down on the rocky ground, you just kept your attention to him. Your pupils unusually dilating as you got curious about his presence which once again is unusual in your instincts as you attack other people. He heard on the gossip that mermaid-like creatures kills humans. Yet you just sat there, admiring his beauty as he did the same. If he isn't "normal", then he probably found someone like him too. Probably a new friend?

Goo Kim/Olly Wang/Jiho Park/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin

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Feedbacks would be appreciated!

A/N: What if I make a vampire! lookism men x reader 🌚

[carlsangel]

MATCH UP #12 (last one!)

@babulejka , your match is daryl dixon!

✦ first thing he noticed about you was your features obviously but even though he thought you were probably the most beautiful human he’d ever seen, he noticed your survival skills. it was almost immediate, he has a lot of respect for you as a fellow archer.

✦ he was infatuated with you for a while, he’d definitely taken note of your style and based how he viewed you on that for a while, he sorta thought you were kinda kooky for a little bit not to mention all the random information you knew. he was always so curious even though he usually minds his business because you’re just that interesting. he later learnt that you’re not strange and instead you’re very cool.

✦ you’re both very similar survival wise but very different socially so that contrast sort of allows for him to experience new things, such as dragging him to places or events that he initially never wanted to go to but they benefit him someway because you make it worthwhile.

✦ he’s quite reserved and likes to be on his own, however he does like to take you places with him because he knows how much you enjoy adventure as much as he does. he hates just being confined in a community, for him it’s just not ideal and he likes to be out and go to the woods and hunt n such so he enjoys you being there for that.

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It’d be an early morning in Alexandria. Daryl told you to meet him at the gates and he never really explained why. When you made your way over, he was packing his bike. You greet him and he takes an opportunity to tease you. “You’re late.” You weren’t, but he wanted to harass you just a little. You’d argue you were exactly right on time and he’d explain that on time is late, early is on time.

He’d take you down to the river, a beautiful area where the trees were gorgeous and the water was loud yet relaxing. He’d set up nearby with everything you’d need for a nice afternoon out which included some food to eat by the river. After a game of rock skipping (you won) you just sat in silence to appreciate the sound of the river and the birds in the trees nearby. But you also enjoyed eachother’s presence, at least he really enjoyed yours. He’d look over at you and stare for a moment at your features, looking away when you caught him in slight embarrassment.

Afterwards, you’d take a trip through the forest to go hunting in hopes to bring food home for the others. You took out the occasional walker but you were able to successfully catch a deer with your bow, something he’d be impressed by.

msg from rina: hi!! this is the last one and i’m so sorry for it coming out so late but i procrastinate so much LMAO also for the stuff u submitted DAMNN very detailed thank yew sm

[mrskreideprinz]

happy new years friends and followers! i remember doing one of these when i first joined fanfic tumblr and i’m feeling nostalgic so i thought i’d make one since it’s been awhile and i have some (positive) things to say!!

okay here goes!! putting everything under a readmore to not clog the dash <3

@tighnarly — hi baby. my princess, cupcake, gum drop, bunny baby <3 i’m so happy and grateful to have you as my future wife and i can’t wait for the day we get married. i know i mostly post about my fictional fav (albedo :p) but you’re truly all i want and need 🫶🏻 everytime i write a fanfic i’m thinking of you and me. every word i write is a love letter to you from me. i know i’m not the best with words but i hope one day you’ll be able to see you the way i see you. trust me when i say you are the most beautiful and kind human i have ever met in my life, and i’m gonna personally fight everyone and anyone who hurts you 😗 anywaysss hehe i love you sunshine 💖🫶🏻

@neuvillettes — bestieeeeeee my bestie from the westie 🫶🏻 i’m so glad we met and connected online bc now we legit our roommates and it’s so fun 😭🤚🏻 like i legit dont know how to tell you how much our friendship means to me. ur fr that one person that just GETS me. you’re so kind and funny and fun to be around, but i also love that ur not afraid to be honest with me, especially when i need that tough love approach. i love you oh so much bestie 💖 oh and thank you for the art tablet i literally am still screaming over it hehe.

@suyacho — my beloved bestie 🫶🏻 there is no one i love rambling about my selfship thots about more than you. i love how i can talk to you about anything and everything 🥹🫶🏻 i especially love how patient and supportive you’ve been of me this year, because it meant the entire world to me. i’m so glad we’re besties and i can’t wait for the day i meet you irl 🫶🏻💖mwah ily bestie hehe me, kaeya, and albedo are smoochin u rn 💖 (platonic)

@auphelia — mootie sweet sweet mootie. it always makes me happy seeing you on the dash, and i especially smile whenever i see u in my tags whether it’s a fic or just a regular old post. i get so giddy whenever i talk to u bc u are fr one cool pal!! i’m so glad we’re mooties! and i have to say i can’t wait to see what more you write because you are very talented 💖

@fleur-de-leap — leap!! i know i am very sporadic with my messages but i legit get so happy to interact with you and even more so when i see/read ur art/writing! you’re so fucking talented in so many ways and every day it truly impresses me! when we made the server together that day it made me SO happy and i get so happy seeing i get messages from you 💖 thank you for being my friend through all these years, truly it’s been a blessing.

@shig-a-shig-ah — bestie!!!!! my BESTIEEEE 🥹🫶🏻 i hope u know u mean the entire world to me. i can’t believe we’ve been friends since the beginning of my writing journey, it’s wild! istg ONE DAY BESTIE, ONE DAY we will meet and it will be the best day ever 🥹🫶🏻 ily bestie mwah

@blkladyelle — elle!! my beloved!! it’s so nice whenever i see you on the dash, and i’m always especially happy whenever i get a dm from you! i hope you feel loved and happy this upcoming year and that it holds so much positivity for you. because fuck i need you to have a good year!!! i love you sm and wanted to let you know my dm’s are always open for you 🫶🏻💖

@nc-vb — mootie aka my fellow albedo lover i get so happy whenever i see u interact with me, and i want you to know i’m always rooting for you! you’re writing is so good and honestly you’ve been such a joy to talk to in dm’s, and you’re so easy to talk to. i hope this year good things happen to you, because you truly deserve the world bub 🫶🏻

@4izawas — bestie cas!! i know we just became mutuals but u are legit one of the coolest people on this app! ur writing is fucking god tier and you are legit one of the funniest fuckers i know 😭💖 can’t count the amount of times u’ve made me giggle from something u said 🤭 i’m manifesting that aizawa confesses his love to u this year!!! 💖

if you’re not listed here it’s purely either because i forgot or we didn’t talk too much this year. so, please don’t take it personally if i didn’t include you!! i love all me mooties 🫶🏻💖

[gcnpeachbeach]

Had a convo with a friend who said your artstyle made them think that mario is just kind of a retelling of Alice in wonderland.

At first i was confused. Then it clicked

Human from earth falls down a hole . Meets all sorts of weird creatures and a nice royal figure (Peach, White queen in Alice)

kooky old fellow E gadd, Mad hatter

and a crazy royal figure, Bowser or The queen of hearts.

so yeah thought it was neat and now ill be thinking about that when playing mario now.

Also Honestly Your Art brings out that old nostalgia of strawberry shortcake/ rainbow brite esque designs

:DD thank you that is literally actually wild to me no way. im happy u guys like my drawings enough 2 talk about them!!!!

even though u laid it it i still cant really see alice in wonderland unfortunately BUT one of my favorite aspects of mario is that its one of the strongest examples of a true modern day fairytale so i like to try n make the mario characters look like theyre out of a storybook when i draw them :]

[sparkyz-plug-writes]

hello hello !! I was wondering if you are willing to write for willow ? (the owl house) if so, I'd love to request willow with a female!s/o who loves smothering her in love and affection ! and maybe what the reader does when she has her breakdown in S3. Thank you and have a good day !

(Hello fellow TOH moot! I love this idea so ye! And I hope headcanons are good bc these are headcanons not a one-shot, sorry if u wanted a one-shot :<) (also sorry Willow x hunter Peps u still have my heart-)

☁️Willow Park x Fem!Reader that smothers her in affection!☁️

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Characters:

Willow Park: She/Her (WILLOW SISBALWNSIA- "out of sight of out mind!" we love willow park, people who don't like willow park DNI-)

Hunter Noceda: He/Him ("A bad but sad boi", but he helps Y/n stop Willow from having a full on panic ATTAC-)

Gus Porter: He/Him ("Oh metal cookie!" Probably can mimic toad from mario-!)

Luz Noceda: She/Her ("Talk to the glyph (B)Witch!! OUR MAIN GIRL SISBAOWA-)

Amity Blight: She/Her ("I can be the Hekety to your Azura!~" We love Amity- + mom problems-)

Female Reader: She/Her (first fem reader, very noice-)

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First off Willow thanks the Titian she got you, Where does she even begin?! Your a breath of nice fresh air for willow!

You LOVE do give her affection, be it physical or words, your always cheering her on!!

Willow always gets hugs and kisses from you everyday, and she can't complain! She loves affection and words of affirmation!

Since Boscha and her friends usually pick on Willow, affirming her with kind words and cuddles always makes her feel so much better about herself!

You both are perfect for each other, so much Gus made a competition for "Who is the best 'ship'!" Let's just say it was Gus said that you were all the best, but the competition nearly ended in flames if it weren't for Luz and Y/N stopping all the fighting- (Amity and Willow were basically angry cats hissing and batting at each other-)

You even meet her dad's, Gilbert and Harvey Park! They were tough but very welcoming after they knew you were alright with their daughter :D

But a time skip to Kings tide, you managed to get to Willow bc gfs stick together and you went through the portal with her, and during your stay in the human realm, you still smothered her with cuddles, words, gifts and kisses but it felt like she wasn't as happy, like she was faking it, even with you, Luz, Amity, Gus or even hunter is was just different!!

Even when it was shown the Belos was in the human realm, Hunter being a grimwalker, Flap-Jack dying to protect Hunter, and facing the puppets when you got back to the human realm, and it finally all broke Willow when Boscha used sleeping nettles on all of you guys, when you and Hunter woke up, you saw vines on everything!! Willows magic was getting out of control... And when you heard her throw insults at herself, you gf instincts kicked in-

You raced to her and hugged her, as well as Hunter, you both comforted her and had her let it all out (Y/N and Hunter comfort duo-)

She missed her dad's, you couldn't blame her, they were very nice and you missed your parents too, everyone did!!

But you were gonna get them back!! So you guys regained yourselves and you kicking ass girlfriend that you loved was back! You were cheering her on while beating Kikimoras ass

And after Luz saved the boiling isle, and the time skip was done, you and your gf were better than ever and kicking SERIOUS ASS- But you and your gf were here to stay and you couldn't have had it either way :]

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I LOVE WILLOW AUUUGHHH-

[valentine-writes]

could you write some headcanons about glamrock chica and roxanne having a crush on reader and not having a single clue how to confess? (if the reader is human or an animatronic is up to you!!)

ty!! have a good day ^^

CD BABY ! ☆

[ tws + notes: no tws, fluff, insanely unedited, reader is an animatronic becuz i wanna SWITCH THINGZ UP FOR ONCE MWAHAHAHAHAHA, oh no accidental angst in roxy's part,,, my bad (´｀;) ]

↳ ft. glamrock chica, roxanne wolf

[ gn! reader, romantic relationship ]

author note: I LOVE WRITING FOR MY GIRLS!!!! chica roxy so beluved by me,,, SO SOZ THIS IS LATE ANON :( <3

a new animatronic at the plex was quite the rarity. of course, staff bots and wet floor sign bots were frequently replaced. but you were something different. just as intricately made as the glamrocks, carefully designed and constructed to be marketable and loveable–

you found that everyone wanted a piece of you– of course, being the shiny new animatronic at the pizzaplex, people wanting to know you was nothing surprising.

what was unexpected however, was just how popular you got. in just short of two weeks, you had gained an immense amount of fans (children, teens, and adults alike–), merchandise of you selling out in the gift shops, and meet-and-greets filled with people, all wanting just to see you.

being adored was just the treatment that was expected for you. little did you know, a certain fellow animatronic felt similar adoration.

if only she could find time to tell you...

GLAMROCK CHICA headcanons:

▸ the first glamrock to introduce herself to you! chica is naturally very social, so of course she had to meet the new bot!! she's just friendly like that!!!

▸ when she saw the overwhelming amounts of attention you were receiving in the few days you had been their– she was jus like "wow!!! ok!!!! good for them they deserve it :>"

▸ only later, when she began to spend more time with you when patrolling the pizzaplex after hours did she really get attached. and i mean really

▸ what she thought was just a little crush blossomed into something much more than she had anticipated. she was completely in awe of you. of course, you hardly noticed the change when she went from sweet to sweeter with you. chica's jus nice like that!! ohhh but girly iz like,,, Yearning So Hard (secretly) itz INSANE. everyone else picks up on it except you. like. why does monty know abt her big fat crush on you bro. why is it obvious to him and not you. you're in her head like!! 24/7!!! like a song she just can't get out!!!

▸ however, 2 ur credit, you did notice that she was making up more excuses to hang out with you. chica was actually always planning to confess when "the mood was right" whenever you two were together, but always ended up losing the nerve or watching the opportunity slip away. so she just. kept hanging out with you as much as possible without ever getting The Perfect Confession. oh man does this KILL HER

▸ though she's stressed about making the confession just right,,, she ends up blurting it out randomly anyways. she is a MESS after, trying to reword everything she said, hoping she didn't just accidentally demolish your friendship please reassure her itz ok and u reciprocate she's in SHAMBLESSSS

ROXANNE WOLF headcanons:

▸ was very intrigued about a new arrival. didn't really think too hard about it. just hoped that you didn't totally outshine her.

▸ she met you a little later, after you had amassed your Insanely Large amount of fans. ouu it was,,, a rough start. she had heard about how popular you were getting, how you just seemed to steal alllll the spotlight from her, and how your fans were relentless in their quest for your time or your merch. she was PISSED. roxy got mad jealous,,, every single poster of you and your stupid little face and stupid little smile made her want to rip it off the wall (but she didn't. she's no monty.)

▸ roxy's determined that when she did meet you, she'd give you a piece of her mind. she'd somehow prove she was better, prove that she was the bigger star. but when she did meet you– oh. OH. she absolutely resented how cool you were. everything about you was just too lovely to hate. and she despised that she couldn't find a way to justify her anger. you were just too nice for her to hate.

▸ she'd never tell you that though. she'd never mention how she stares at you or how sweet you are when interacting with fans. no, she'd never tell you how talented she thinks you are, or how she's starstruck with everything you do. never. roxanne feels guilty for being so overwhelming jealous before as her adoration for you develops.

▸ she's definitely a little more snarky to you. anything to hide what she's thinking whenever she's with you. but occasionally,,, just occasionally, she'll let her guard down. and she feels so cherished whenever she does. attention from you feels better than the millions of people she's met. how is that possible?

▸ it's night when she confesses. it's after hours in the pizzaplex and there she is at your greenroom door. she looks embarrassed and she says that she's got something stupid on her mind she needs to let out. a very in-the-moment decision, considering she only really came to talk to you casually. as you encourage her to speak up– she just spills EVERYTHING. everything she felt before meeting you, everything she felt during your first interaction, everything she feels now. she's crying. and roxy feels stupid– weak and vulnerable, crying at your door about how she's never gonna be able to forgive herself for being so angry with you– but even more angry for being so in love. because at the end of the day, her insecurities have her convinced you don't want her.

if you reassure her otherwise, she's even more of a wreck. maybe. be gentle with her for the next few days after the confession. she needs it.

[londondungeon2]

SUMMER NOTES

u should all ignore this (this is me just mapping out shit bc i’m sick in bed)

[19 Sai. azul ashengrotto / The inevitable meeting of two wish-granters. / (OR; after graduation, Enma Yuuken invites his friends from Octavinelle to come with him and Grim to Briar Valley. On the first day, Azul makes a deal with a fellow wish-granter: a challenge to see who can get the uprising couple of Briar Valley to confess their feelings first, Enma Yuuken or Malleus Draconia.)]

[prometheus. jade leech / Neige LeBlanche has been called in to heal a certain undisclosed animal after multiple failed attempts from other doctors as the original doctor assigned to the animal is on vacation. It is proving quite difficult when this animal will not allow Neige to come within touching distance. / He hopes the original doctor will make a swift return.]

[laboratory love. jade leech / It makes perfect sense that you are failing potionology, you come from a world without magic! You just wished your failures weren’t the recent entertainment to a certain vice-housewarden.]

[avalon. jade leech / It is not often that Jade gets lost when on hikes; he has never been out on his hikes after dark.]

[the lost art of keeping a secret. jade leech & floyd leech. / The aquarium receives new additions perhaps once every two weeks; cute little things, rainbow fins, and gem eyes. These two are not cute little things; they're huge and they have human faces. a gift for @/sacabambaspls]

[arnolfini portrait. floyd leech / You have architected a peaceful life for the last three years: presenting in art galleries, getting commission calls for your art, and painting a new shade of red in the Queendom of Roses. This time you find yourself being called in to help a new business with its interior design – you like to keep switching things up in your work, loathing boredom. / To your misfortune, this particular business is affiliated with Azul Ashengrotto, who is the employer of Floyd Leech, your ex-husband.]

[live by the ocean. jade leech / Jade brings you to the Coral Sea for the summer vacation before his internship. His heart and soul are half-priced for you; he wonders if you even think to purchase them.]

[want u bad. jade leech / You are getting bored of the nice, well-dressed type. You are getting bored of your boyfriend.]

[leopardcoffee]

You’re the ghost in the room

Soval/reader

🫧Warnings: none

🫧Notes: Translations under the cut

🫧Soval had just wanted a brief walk before returning to his work at the embassy, it had not been his intention to rekindle things with his old flame.

🫧Translations:  

 Taluhk- precious

Ashalik- darling I ashau du. I ashau du heh du losrak me. Du nem-tor t'nash-veh khaf-spol heh t'nash-veh katra k' du heh losrak me wanting. I ma vesh' hollow opi' du losrak me, k'diwa. I vesh' pok tor nem-tor du u' t'nash-veh ko-telsu heh du threw t'nash-veh storilaya pla' svi' t'nash-veh limuk, ni uf dare du leralmin nash nam-tor t'nash-veh lafot lu wuh lafot nam-tor kling's tonk'peh ish-veh?- I loved you. I loved you and you left me. You took my heart and my katra with you and left me wanting. I have been hollow since you left me, beloved. I was ready to take you as my wife and you threw my advances back in my face, so how dare you say this is my fault when the fault is no one's but yours? K’diwa- beloved

Dim rays of sun shone down on the Vulcan embassy in San Francisco through the heavy fog. Overcast weather had been the norm since Soval had arrived here on Earth after a brief visit to Vulcan. He could understand how it might bog one down after a while, but for the moment it was a nice reprieve from Vulcan’s scorching summer skies. Small puddles dotted the streets, remnants of last night’s rainstorm. It had been an interesting experience for him, rain on Vulcan was nearly unheard of.

Laughing Human children dashed in front of him as he walked, splashing in the puddles but careful not to muddy the ambassador’s robes. Soval watched them as they went on their way. Children of all races were seemingly predisposed to the same behavior, though Vulcan children tended to prefer sand banks to puddles. Fondly, he remembered his own childhood, now long ago. He couldn’t bring himself to chastise them, he had certainly tracked sand in the entryway of his parents home when he was their age.

Soval continued on his way, taking in the scenes of humans going about their lives. Having lived here as long as he had, he was not as easily irritated as some of his fellow Vulcans. For all their perceived faults, Humans certainly had a way of endearing themselves to you. Returning back to Vulcan had been a bit more of a shock than he had been expecting, he was far more expressive than he had been when he had lived on Vulcan permanently. As much love as he did have for his home planet, Earth was more his home than anywhere else. He knew other Vulcans looked at him like he was an eccentric, but so long as they respected his wisdom and authority, it didn’t bother him.

As he walked, he was greeted by many a friendly face. Sometimes it crossed his mind that he wished he could smile back at them, but not always. Laughter and the sounds of life filled his ears. Tree leaves rustled in the wind and colorful leaves crunched beneath his feet. ‘Fall’ as he had learned it was called, was on its way, bringing with it the promise of the cold kiss of winter.

Between the colored trees, Soval thought he saw a familiar face flit by. He narrowed his eyes and walked a little faster. There they went again, slipping by at the edges of his vision, a woman. How did he know her? He was almost certain he’d seen her before, but who was she? He rounded a corner and she came into view. Her hair blew in the wind, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. Indignantly, she pulled her scarf up a little higher to shield her face, yet to notice his presence.

But he had noticed her, and now there was no way he could continue without pretending he hadn’t. Her once lustrous hair was streaked with gray, it had been so long. The memory of their last meeting forcibly invaded his mind. She stood at the corner of the street, waiting for something. This was not the place where he had wanted this to occur. It was too late now, she had seen him. At once she seemingly forgot whatever she was waiting for and her eyes widened at the sight of him. For a moment, they were both stock still as they registered what was happening. All at once, she broke the trance with her shrieking voice.

“YOU!”

She stormed towards him, Soval could do nothing but watch. Her hands reached out and grasped the lapels of his robes and dragged him closer.

“How dare you show your face here? How dare you invade my peace with your presence?”

“I do not understand. Y/N, it has been so long, taluhk…”

Rage invaded her gaze that had once been filled with adoration. She shoved him back as hard as she could. They were beginning to attract attention from people as they passed by,

“Don’t you speak to me like that!”

“Y/N, ashalik, people are staring. We should discuss in private.”

For a moment she seemed to come to her senses and glanced around and all the people staring at them. With a reluctant grunt of agreement, she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him with her. They turned the corner into a small space between buildings and Soval felt himself be shoved up against a wall.

“What do you want from me? Why are you here? Answer me!”

“Again, I do not understand. Have I upset you? It has kept me awake for many nights trying to figure out why you left.”

Her eyes grew unfocused as she processed his words. Soval breathed heavily, the cold wind whistled past them and blew his bangs.

“What makes you think you have the right to say that to me?” There was no anger in her voice now, only confusion and sadness. Soval didn’t, couldn’t understand what was happening. As far as he remembered it had been her who had left him on his own, simply quit her job at the embassy one day with no explanation and left him alone. He hadn’t lied to her, he had spent many nights awake trying to figure out where it all went wrong. In the coming weeks after she left, his home had become a mess, his days unfocused and his nights lonely and wanting. He had all but fallen apart in her absence, but as the days passed and the years went by, he started to recover. But even then, he had never found another woman he’d take as a mate.

“I-I still don’t understand ashayam. What have I done? It was you who left me."

“WHAT?! IT WAS YOU WHO CHASED ME AWAY, DON’T COME CRAWLING BACK TO ME NOW! YOU LOST ANY CLAIM YOU HAD OVER MY HEART YEARS AGO!” Y/N screeched at him, her face once again wild with rage, eyes filled with tears.

Soval’s ears rang and his head spun, what? What was going on? She blamed him? But, she had left one night with no explanation and left him yearning. One day they had been as close as mates, so near to the threshold of finally being together, and the next day she had vanished without a trace.

“I did no such thing. There was no one closer to me than you, and then you left. You gave me no explanation, no warning, you simply vanished from my life and took everything with you. I ashau du. I ashau du heh du losrak me. Du nem-tor t'nash-veh khaf-spol heh t'nash-veh katra k' du heh losrak me wanting. I ma vesh' hollow opi' du losrak me, k'diwa. I vesh' pok tor nem-tor du u' t'nash-veh ko-telsu heh du threw t'nash-veh storilaya pla' svi' t'nash-veh limuk, ni uf dare du leralmin nash nam-tor t'nash-veh lafot lu wuh lafot nam-tor kling's tonk'peh ish-veh?” Soval spit at her, forgetting himself and converting to his mother tongue. As composed as he had been, he felt his emotions creep out beyond the bounds of his control. He had thrown himself from against the wall and gotten into her face, his words formed not with love and care but with hatred and violence.

She stumbled, taken back by the intensity of his emotions. For a moment it seemed as though she might cry, and worry spiraled in his stomach. Just as he was about to reach out for her in an act of comfort, she found her footing and spat back at him with tenfold the intensity.

“Spare me your Vulcan eloquence. Tell it like it is. YOU PUSHED ME AWAY! Left me on my own to pick up the pieces of my heart. I thought you wanted me too, clearly I was mistaken, clearly I underestimated your cruelty and your hatred of us pitiful humans. How could I have been so stupid? To think someone like you would ever stoop so low as to be with someone like me? Tell me why you did it, tell me why I got a transmission from Starfleet command on the night where I finally thought we might become something more, posting me on the other side of the country. Stop stalling. SAY IT IN ENGLISH COWARD, TELL ME WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN!”

Soval breathed deeply, and chose his words carefully. “I did not send you away. Your transfer was completely unknown to me. I was under the impression that you had quit and left because you were disinterested in my advances-”

“Advances? What?” You sounded incredulous, almost like you didn’t believe him. “What are you saying?” You stepped closer, so near now that your chests brushed. Soval could hear your breathing, see the dried tear tracks on your beautiful face.

“I am saying, ashayam, that I love you. I have loved you from the moment we met, there is no one else in the world for me. I can never take another mate, you are the only woman I have ever and will ever pledge myself to. So please, k’diwa, please say you love me too.”

“I love you too.”

-

Before you could get your bearings, begin to comprehend what was happening, you felt the world blur around you. Soval turned you around so you were the one shoved against the wall, his hand cradling your fragile head and taking the brunt of the impact. His breathing was labored, his body tense. The look in his eyes was a mix of intense love, desire, and lust. Having his hand brace you against the wall and his much larger body pressed against yours made your stomach flutter. He had always elicited such feelings in you.

“Do not tease me ashayam, do you mean it?” Soval’s voice was husky, it was clear he was barely containing himself from taking you then and there. The very thought made your heart lurch.

“I mean it.”

Soval’s lips were not harsh against yours. His kiss was tender, inexperienced. Even so, his lips were soft and caressed yours gently. His hand reached up and cupped your face, everything he did he did as softly as he could. You reached up and took his head in your hands, clutching him to you so you would never have to part. It was clear he had never kissed before. You moved your lips against his and he followed. He quickly grew more and more earnest as he learned what he was doing, and forced you harder against the wall and kissed you hungrier.

When you broke apart, you panted and stared at his flushed face. His cheeks were green and his lips were parted, ready to begin again. Soval leaned back in to kiss you again, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him. At once his face grew serious and he stepped back.

“I am sorry Y/N, I should not have done that, I-”

“Soval, stop. You did nothing wrong, that was the best kiss of my life. And as much as I’d like to do nothing but kiss you until I die, we need to talk about this. We have things to resolve, kissing in an alley won’t solve our miscommunication. But know this, I love you, I want you, and I always have and always will.”

“As do I ashayam. I have died everyday without you, the severing of our bond humbled me more than I can express. I need you Y/N, I fear I can no longer live without you.” In a moment completely devoid of logic, Soval grabbed your waist in desperation and dragged you in for another kiss. You were completely at his mercy, helpless against the sensation of his lips devouring you. He dipped you and pulled your body closer, hiking your leg up to his waist. His sharp Vulcan teeth dug into your lip, careful not to draw blood. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into it. After a long moment, he regrettably released you.

“You are right, we must discuss. Would you prefer my home or your own?”

“Mine.”

-

Soval settled down on your plush couch, your borderline garish home decor was surprisingly aesthetically pleasing to him. The walls of your home were filled, art covered every available surface. A homemade quilt was draped over his legs. In the heat of the moment, the both of you had failed to realize that Soval had been out in the cold for far too long. Upon arriving at your house, you had flown into a fit of worry. He had been trying to hide his shivering from your keen eye, but nothing escaped you. You had thrust him down onto your sofa and smothered him in your throw blanket. He gazed at you as you puttered around in your kitchen, you had insisted on making him tea to quote “warm his insides.” He had tried to explain to no avail that that was not logical, tea did not increase internal temperature, but you had insisted, and he couldn’t bring himself to deny you.

The oriental carpet beneath his feet was patterned in a floral motif, as was the rest of your home. Everything simply screamed you, he noticed some of his gifts to you prominently displayed as well. But what had caught his attention was a framed photo on your side table that you must have forgotten was directly in his line of view. It was a photo of the two of you outside the embassy in summer, you were leaning on his shoulders from behind, a wide smile on your face. In contrast, he looked perfectly put together. Admiral Forrest had taken that photo on the day you were promoted to Captain. The pride radiating from you had been infectious, so much so that he had not bothered to explain to his flabbergasted Vulcan colleagues why he was letting you be so physical with him.

Drawing him out of his pensive trance, you walked in with two steaming mugs of tea. He gladly accepted one. Earth teas were different from Vulcan teas, much more aromatic and flavorful, but he liked them all the same. You took a seat across from him in one of your luxurious armchairs. Leaning back with a sigh, you closed your eyes and tilted your head up to the ceiling. Soval admired the column of your throat and the subtle curve of your jaw. You were truly divine, there was just something about human women that had always enticed Vulcan men. Perhaps it was the fire, Vulcan women tended to be cool and impassive, but human women burned bright with passion. Whatever it was, it had certainly worked on him.

“So,” she began, “I want to know exactly what happened from your point of view.” She snuggled back into her chair, legs tucked gracefully under her, ready to hear what Soval had to say. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, she blinked expectantly at him as he collected himself.

“I had thought I was making my advances quite clear, that you were prepared to reciprocate my affections and bond with me. When you left, I thought it was my feelings that had driven you away, that perhaps I had overstepped my boundaries that night. I have lived every day since trying to figure out what it was that I had done wrong to have you ripped from me.”

Y/N took a deep breath, placing her mug down on the table and running a hand across her forehead. In the dim lighting, Soval could see the gray in her hair, the subtle creases on her face. They had wasted a lot of time. He’d like to kiss her worry lines away, but after his uncontrollable outburst of emotion earlier, he thought a subtle approach might be better for the both of them. He could still see his own teeth marks on her lip.

“I was ready to reciprocate your advances, but I couldn’t tell if they were merely friendly or romantic. I thought you had requested a transfer for me because I had been too open about my feelings that night. I was completely heartbroken at the thought that you’d sent me away.” She rose from her chair and crept over to where Soval was sitting and curled up next to him.

“I have always loved you, and I’d love nothing more than to be your wife, if you’ll still have me.” She placed her hand over his, lacing their fingers together. Soval leaned closer to her, a few more inches and their lips would brush.

“Of course I will have you ashayam. The question, my dear one, is whether or not you will have me?” He said huskily. Her eyelids drooped and her eyes strayed down to his lips, her own parted in want.

“I am yours.”

“Yes, you are, and I am yours.” Soval pressed their lips together fervently. He pushed her down onto the couch and climbed on top of her, intent to take her in mind and body, to finally make her his.

[sylvi-curiosity]

Some mail is sent to you, saying "hello fellow human, I'm currently in Waterfall. if you want to send mail back, here's my address. [insert waterfall address here]. I'm thinking of going as 'hopeful' and in chat through letters, I'm '???'. visit if you'd like."

@hopeful-human

Hello Hopeful! I'm Sylvi, It's nice to meet you.

Thank you for reaching out to me! waterfall sounds really interesting, I'm excited to see it, and I will definitely visit when I get there. ^u^

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Hasten to Church

Author's note: Ramiel's next chapter. Thank you @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow your OC Cedric. Thank you @kit-williams for letting me borrow your OCs Arnault and Roland. Thanks to @kit-williams for helping me with getting Roland and Arnault's voices right and Intense Bond Stuff.

Past =-= Next

Warnings: None that I can think of. Let me know if I need to add any.

Summary: Ramiel meets Roland and Arnault.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Cedric had come to Ramiel, eyes bright and happy and a smile of genuine joy on his face as he tells Ramiel that a couple of Very Important (personally) Black Templar brothers are in the area. Their names are Arnault and Roland, and they’ve taken Cedric under their wing a bit, nothing so formal as an Apprenticeship (neither of them are Apothecaries or Chaplains) but they are Battle Brothers, First Born Marines. 

Both of them are from After the Heresy, but before the Primaris Roll out. Ramiel’s Worried at first, but as Cedric explains more of what they are like and how they treat him, the knot of anxiety in his stomach slowly unclenches. As he hears about how they talk to, and with him, and feed him Bread- which is tasty and amazing. 

Ramiel was happy that Cedric seemed to be recovering from the near miss that had been his Mentor showing up at the base. albeit only briefly. They had been careful to hide away from where the honorable Chaplain Captain Petras was going to be.

Their luck had held out, by the grace of the God Emperor, and a potentially fraught meeting between Ramiel, Cedric and The Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras hadn't happened. Yet. There was still the terrifying possibility that he could come back, or that their older brothers and cousins in the base would plot that they'd have to meet him sometime soon. Which caused terror and dread to well within his hearts.

He shakes himself, mentally out of his funk, ramiel hasn’t had much of a chance to taste baseline human food, content with Nutri-paste. Ramiel’s in his armor, but he has his skull helmet- which denotes his specialty as a part of the Chaplaincy hooked on his belt as he follows after Cedric. 

“Brother Arnault, Brother Roland!” Cedric calls out, “One of my fellow Primaris brothers has come here recently. I’d like you to meet him.”

Ramiel comes into their view, just as large as Cedric is, seemingly a touch larger in his full armor, rather just in Apothecary scrubs. He nods to the elder brothers with a respectful nod. He eyes the two older Black Templars. 

Arnault has longer hair and is wearing a sword strapped to his side and is wearing fitted, nice quality clothing. While Roland is in civilian clothing, he’s the only one in armor. But… he doesn’t… feel comfortable outside of armor unless he’s asleep in the base. With Cedric or one of their fellow Primaris brother-cousins on watch.

He’s trying to learn to trust the First Born Space Marines that he’s now surrounded by on Ancient Terra. He’s careful to be polite and obedient, and to be quick about it. Not to question orders, but… personal trust is… his chest stings a little as his newly healed scars catch a little as he breathes. He wasn’t armed, more than a bolter that was carefully maintained and tucked on a thigh holster. 

“Elder brothers,” he says, eying the two of them assesingly. 

They both have the platinum blonde hair, fair skin, and piercing blue eyes of the Sons of Dorn. Arnault’s hair is longer than standard, but since Arnault’s an Elder Brother, it’s not his place to nit-pick his appearance, besides so long as it doesn’t inhibit his ability to fight, it’s not his place to say anything.

He’s not hiding his skull helmet, but it is tilted in a way that it’s harder to see the specific heraldry of a Chaplain. He’s learned on Ancient Terra that Chaplains (even ones as new in their path as him, inhabit a… certain place of responsibility for most chapters, not trained enough, which he’s not Authorized, not old enough, not good enough to inhabit, yet).

“It’s an honor to meet a couple of brother’s that Cedric cares for so much,” Ramiel continues to say. 

His new scars on his chest tingle a little, he ignores it, his armor has been repaired and buffed out. So while there are scratches in his armor. Hopefully they don’t notice that he’d been stabbed through the chest by a chain sword before coming to Ancient Terra.

Arnault eyes the new younger (and So Tall) little brother with assessing eyes. He’d been curious to see what Primars Marines in Armor look like. Ramiel looks taller, larger, and slightly younger than Cedric. His armor looks like he’s seen battle before. He’s got a similar quietness to him that Cedric has at times. He’s curious to see how sparring with this one will go, it helps him assess how his brothers and cousins are like to spar with. Even if they curse him out for his unique battle style.

“Hello there little,” He grins as he looks up into Ramiel’s eyes, “Brother, it’s nice to meet you.”

Ramiel’s ears go a little pink at that. Ah- he’s expressive, even if his face is impassive, his ears give away his emotions. Good to know. Roland notices something about his helmet that seems off for a normal battle brother.

“Do you have a Specialty as well, Ramiel?” Roland asks.

“Yes sir,” Ramiel says shifting a little, “I’m a Judicar.”

“What’s a Judicar?” Roland and Arnault ask. That’s not a title they’ve heard of. That sounds like some Future-bull shit.

“Ah- sorry sirs,” Ramiel says, ducking his head a little, his ears going bright red, “It’s something that came about due the Primaris Roll out. A title our older brothers and cousins give to those of us Primaris that have been chosen to start on the path of being Chaplains.”

Arnault seems to have stepped back a little at that, while Roland cocks his head and steps forward a little bit. “Have you been in contact with other Black Templars besides us yet, Ramiel?”

“No sirs, I was found by Imperial Fists and Salamanders.” Ramiel says, tilting his head a little. Their reactions to his speciality seems… Interesting. “Besides Cedric, you two are the first Black Templar’s I’ve met since coming to Ancient Terra.”

He notices that Arnault’s shoulders shift down a little, he wonders what it was that had his elder brother so wary when he’d realized the path of Ramiel’s education had gone. He can tell by the set of their shoulders that they seem a bit Excited about something. He’d learned early to read even the smallest of signs and movements of his elder brothers for their emotional reactions. Especially if it was his Mentor.

He wrenches his thoughts away from the Honorable Veteran Chaplain Captain Mephisteil Petras. He’s… he should focus on Cedric, Ramiel and Arnault. They are in front of him. That… that person is… is he focuses on what Elder Brother Arnault is saying, keeping his thoughts from going down his past.

He keeps his Tempormortis with him, tucked on his belt, carefully maintained. Not that he’s explained what it is to anyone who doesn’t already know what it is. Partly because he’s concerned if the Elder Cousins in the base he works at will allow him to keep it or not. It’s part of his equipment, and Very Important part of his Judicar armor. 

Cedric and his fellow Primaris Marines (and those First Born Brothers and Cousins) who are from M42 know what it is and what it can do. He’s earned some beads for his Rosarius, but not a full ring. He knows that he won’t be able to earn more on Ancient Terra (because they don’t have the supplies to make it).

“It’s nice to meet you, sirs,” Ramiel says to Arnault and Roland.

Roland and Arnault seem amused as Roland says in one of the local languages, “I think it’s a trend among our Future Little Brothers to be Polite. Far more than you deserve, Arnault.”

Arnault punches him for it, and he slugs him back. Ramiel and Cedric blinking at them, tilting their heads a little at their communication. Roland switches back to High Gothic, he’d a gift of bread when he’d heard that they were meeting another Primaris Black Templar younger brother. His backerin had happily made him more bread as gifts for his brothers. Even for Arnault, although the other hardly deserved some.

He hands over the bread, Cedric perking up and starting to eat the bread. Ramiel carefully takes it and stares at it and then back at him. Carefully holding the bread. He had the same look Cedric had.

“It’s bread, you eat it.” He says watching the younger brother take a bite at his ‘command’. 

“Thank you for the bread, it tastes really good,” Ramiel says after a few bites of the soft, delicious food. He’s not had something so good in his life.

“You’re welcome, my Backerin, made it,” Roland replies faux-casually.

Both Elder Black Templars are watching the young Chaplain with sharp eyes. 

“Backerin?” Ramiel asks quietly.

“My bonded human,” Roland admits, bracing himself. Arnault is also watching this interaction very carefully.

“I’ve got one as well,” Arnault says, his voice going… slightly strange, almost… Defiant, no- he seems more wary, than anything, or bracing set to his shoulders. To both them, if he’s reading them right. They seem to be… waiting for something.

They had both noticed that Ramiel hadn’t reacted poorly to Arnault’s name. But it might be due to needing time to realize who Arnault was. Most Chaplains, at least among the Black Templar warbands, know what he did and why he’s exiled from the Black Templar’s bands. At least most of them.

“Are you happy?” Ramiel asks him with earnest large blue eyes.”I’ve heard that other First Born cousins are happy with having a Bonded human.”

While he’s uncomfortable with how The Warp is a large part of how these Bonds with humans are formed. So long as they aren’t Heretics, Traitors, or Renegades. So long as the human and the Astartes are Happy, healthy and it doesn’t seem to be hurting them. He… won’t say anything negative about it. After all, as a Judicar, it’s not his place to judge, merely listen and comfort as needed. Through his actions he shows his faith and encourages his brothers and cousins. 

Arnault’s face becomes animated and expressive, his eyes fog over with warm emotions as his lips curl into a dreamy smile as no longer seems to be seeing or looking at Cedric or Ramiel at the moment, memories of his beloved Angela filling his mind. “Oh, Ja, I am the happiest I’ve been in such a long time with mine Quilterin.”

Ramiel and Cedric look at each other and then back at their love struck older brothers. Roland speaks up next, his expression is almost exactly as luck struck and dreamy as he lets out a bark of laugh and a most joyful, large smile as he excitedly responds to Ramiel’s question with, “Oh- Ja! Wunderbar! Bakerin makes me the happiest man in this world or any other.”

Ramiel is taken off guard a little at the strength of emotions that they show. But he’s willing to listen. He’s listened to other First Born cousins talk about their bond. Their reactions haven’t been as strong as Roland or Arnault’s. That is something to monitor, and he’ll speak with one of the Imperial Fist or Salamander Chaplains.

“I’ve heard a little bit about these… Bonds,” Ramiel starts hesitantly, “but no one seems to really explain them. Other than it’s ‘warp made’ or something.”

“Also that you will know if you get bonded,” Cedric says, “And that it will happen.”

Both of them are more than a little nervous and uncertain about these Bond Things. A lot of older cousins seem to like or want them. Some are not so eager to be bonded. It seems a Strange thing.  

Ramiel doesn’t think he wants to seek out a bond, but he’s heard stories about what happens, helped those who were trying to Reject Bonds and give consul as they Suffered. Also- called in Cedric as their physical ailments grew worse and his alarm had grown.

Arnault speaks up, his voice has a dreamy quality to it, his mind still not fully in the conversation, his ears are a bright red as he says, “They are wonderful things to have.”

Roland seems to come back to himself shaking his head a little, his ears are also red, but it’s fading a bit as he continues the thread of conversation, “They are nothing scary.”

He is firm on this, as he can tell they are both Concerned about The Bonds. “But they are… warp based. That much we have been able to determine. It all depends on the strength of the Bond. Some can be… Broken, others are not.”

Roland looks towards Arnault, rolling his eyes as he realizes that Arnault’s still Lost in Love and continues to speak, his eyes glazing over for a moment or two as a smile reappears on his face, “Arnault and I could not break our current bonds. Indeed I wouldn’t want to.”

He seems to recover as he snaps out of his thoughts and he punches Arnault’s left shoulder to help snap him out of the Fog of Love the other was happily immersed in.

“Ja, You will know when it happens,” Arnault punches him back just as hard as he clears his throat, ignoring how much his ears are burning, “It’s a feeling that you get deep in your chest, right where you feel your soul rests. I would not suggest trying to break a bond.”

Arnault grimaces as he lightly touches that place, remembering the pain coloring his words and serious look in his eyes as he looks to Cedric and Ramiel. “It’s painful and well.. We’re unsure if the human also gets hurt if we break it like an Astartes does.”

Roland winces a little, he’s heard about the mess that can be his fellow Black Templar’s reaction to Bonds with humans. Arnault continues to speak, “I had gotten so sick trying to break my bond with Angela, ‘til I came back to her. I got better instantly.”

Ramiel and Cedric’s eyes go wide with surprise. They hadn’t realized just how important and potentially life altering the Bonds are for Astartes. It’s information that they are glad to know. And will keep both of their older brother’s words in mind. Also- they are going to warn Catius, Jophiel, and Claude so that they won't be doing something potentially life threatening in their panic, to themselves or potentially to an innocent human.

Arnault and Roland had come to the silent agreement that they wouldn’t talk about what other Black Templars viewed their Bonds with their humans, and how they’ve basically been exiled for having Tethered Bonds, one that a certain Chaplain Captain had sneered at them as having ‘slaaneshi-disgusting bonds’ with their humans. 

That curdled a spark of Rage in Roland as that Chaplain Captain Punk ass, no, Pol-ass… it might be Petras or something. He was particularly hard on Black Templars who formed a bond, and pushed for them breaking it. Also he didn’t seem to care if the Black Templar suffered for trying to break the bond.

He knows that Arnault’s had difficulties with that particular Chaplain in the past, who seems to delight in ensuring that both of their reputations, especially Arnault’s is Not Good, especially among as many of the Chaplains of the Black Templars as he can find on Ancient Terra. 

He’s glad to have Cedric and Ramiel around, it’s been… terribly lonely, not being among a Crusade of brothers. Sure the Imperial Fists are similar, it's not the same. He wonders if Ramiel would be willing to lead Vespers. It would be nice to have a Black Templar Chaplain (even an Apprentice) lead one for a change.

While Roland and Arnault have occasionally met a friendly to neutral Black Templar Chaplain, it didn’t tend to last once they learned of their bonds, and how strong they are. Also, somehow Petras found out and would … ensure those Chaplains were no longer so friendly to them. Neither of them have any idea what Petras is being such a hard ass about bonds.

[babygirlbenji]

Hottest D.I.L.F - Pierre Gasly

A/N cat finally published a fic after seven months, who cheered !! anyway this is my first pierre fic and i'm lowkey proud of it ??? sry there's not rly much 'dad!pierre' but maybe it could b a series?? if u know what i mean?? anyway let's get into it!!

It really was not very often that Pierre was home. With his hectic schedule, he was away for days, sometimes even weeks. It was very hard for you, especially when you first got together just over five years ago, but even harder now that you had an 18 month old daughter to think about. 

However, there was no doubting Pierre’s devotion to you and little Amélie. Any chance he got to take his girls to a race and show his baby off to his fellow drivers, he took it with both hands. Amélie had come to be a regular in the paddock, and all the drivers loved meeting and interacting with the little girl. 

When Pierre was home, though, it was like everything that had happened in your lives before you met had led to this exact moment. The laughs you shared, the stories you told, the love you had for both each other and the little human you created… it was like something out of a fairytale. Many happy evenings were shared on the balcony in your home near Nice, Amélie fast asleep in her cot with you and Pierre sharing a glass of wine (for him) and a soft drink (for you, as you were still breastfeeding) only a few metres away. 

One such day, during the summer F1 break, your work day had been… less than ideal. You worked at a high-end restaurant as an events co-ordinator, and your customers were infamous for being very difficult and demanding. You’d spent the first half of the day trying to persuade one client to not use one caterer (who was notorious for either poor food quality or just not turning up at all), and the other half of the day trying to persuade a colleague that a collaboration between the two of you would be highly beneficial. Much to your chagrin, neither venture had gone in your favour. 

Fumbling with the keys to your home, you unlocked the door and kicked your heels off, dumping your bag on the small dresser by the front door. You made a mental note to yourself to check your files at the weekend. 

The house was eerily quiet. Normally, when Pierre was home and looking after Amélie, your home would be vibrant with the giggles of a daughter laughing at her father doing some weird shit, or her bouncing away in her bouncer while he played F1 2022 (while stealing glances every few seconds to make sure she was okay). 

Today, though, the halls were silent. No baby giggles, no goofy dad jokes, and definitely no sounds of pixelated Formula 1 cars. 

‘Hello?’ you whispered. You made your way through the hall, before coming across the sweetest scene you had ever witnessed.

Pierre and Amélie were stretched out on the floor, on her baby mat and below her mobiles (of F1 cars, of course), both fast asleep. She was on her back, arms lazily flopped on the floor above her head, while her father was on his side; he probably fell asleep like that to make sure that she fell asleep before he did, as he hated sleeping on his side. 

You whipped your phone out and took a picture of the scene in front of you, before quietly stepping forward and gently knocking Pierre’s foot with your own. 

‘Oi.’ Another nudge with your foot, slightly harder than the last time. ‘Don’t make me mimic Daniel and yell your name obnoxiously loudly.’ The Frenchman finally stirred, looking around blearily to see who had dared wake him from his slumber. You did feel a bit bad, as the season was a few days away from getting underway again, but you wanted to spend some time with your husband before your daughter woke up from her sort-of-planned nap. 

‘Bonjour, amour,’ he mumbled as he got up to wrap his arms around you. ‘Good day?’ You shrugged, relishing his embrace. Your head instinctively rested on his chest and you let out a contented sigh. 

‘Typical rude customers, typical crusty old boss. What else is new?’ Pierre chuckled. He broke apart from the embrace slightly to cup your face with his hands. 

‘Quit. I’ll support you.’ You made a face. 

‘I’m grateful for the offer but you know I like being independent.’ 

‘Go part time at least.’ It was indeed tempting, and you had thought about reducing your hours, but that was a conversation and a decision for another day. Right now, you had a husband to catch up with and dinner to make together. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss. 

‘I’ll think about it. What do you want for dinner? We’ve got some lasagne leftovers, or I can do a pasta bake with something, or we could order in, or…’ Your sentence was interrupted by your daughter stirring on her floor mat, obviously recognising her mother’s voice. ‘There’s my little star, how are you, Ammy?’ 

As Pierre watched you pick up your baby and hold her close to your chest, his heart swelled with love for his girls. He had known since the moment he met you that you were the one for him, but there were several moments that stuck out to him in which he knew that he was going to spend the rest of your lives together, and one of those moments was six months before he proposed to you, when you had just given birth to Ammy. 

‘Je t’aime, amour,’ he whispered to you. Your eyes met and you shared a sweet smile, before your attention returned to Amélie, who had started fussing. 

‘Bonjour, my little petal, how are you?’ You gently lifted her out of her bouncer and into her chest. She giggled at the attention from her mother, playing with your hair with her tiny fists. ‘Ow, ow, darling, that hurts.’ Though your words could have come across as scolding, your gentle laughs as she figured out the texture and waved your hair around negated the slight pain as she pulled the strands from your scalp. 

Pierre watched, completely transfixed by his two favourite girls. He’d always wanted kids, especially a daughter, but this was a million times better than what he had ever imagined. 

After you had had dinner on the sofa watching a new season of Below Deck, you tucked Amélie into her cot and put her little nightlight on. You said your usual goodnights to her, as you gently kissed her soft baby hair on the top of her head. She smelled of her baby lotion, of vanilla and fresh laundry. It was one of your favourite smells. 

‘Goodnight, my angel, mama and papa love you so much. Sleep tight.’ You closed the door as quietly as you could. 

‘Amour, where are you?’ Pierre’s voice chimed in from your master bedroom. 

‘Just coming, darling, I’m just down the hall,’ your voice softly echoed down the hall. Pierre was always the protective type, especially when you joined him in the paddock, but since you had Amélie, his protectiveness had grown tenfold. If you were just at home, though, it was probably just him being a clingy bastard (not that you really minded). 

You joined him in the huge four-poster bed, snuggling into his side. It was moments like this you missed the most; just you and him, alone from the world and having some time to yourselves. You loved Amélie, of course you did, but every couple needs time just for each other. 

‘Would you prefer it if I was here more?’ Pierre’s question made you sit up and look at him, bemused.

‘What do you mean, babe?’ He shrugged.

‘I’ve just… I’ve been thinking about it and maybe it’s time for me to quit F1.’ Your face must have conveyed how shocked you were at this revelation, because he ploughed on. ‘Well, Amélie’s getting older, I don’t want to miss any more than I have, and I can always do reserve driver positions for teams or be a pundit like JB. I have three driver’s championships now, I doubt I’ll be short on offers. Plus I can be the hot… hot… what do you say? About JB?’ You started giggling when you realised what he meant.

‘DILF, babe, and you’d be the hottest DILF in the paddock. But it’s not a decision you have to make right away.’ He nodded, accepting the fact that you were both tired and needed some rest. Like you said, it wasn’t a decision that needed to be made right away. All you needed to do know was bask in each other’s company, safe in the knowledge that all the two of you would ever need is each other. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

For black butler mind make a general hc of the two Indian guys ( who's name always difficult to pronounce but fun to try ) falling in love with a distant cousin of Ciel

I feel like back then it is so easy to just claim you were somebody's relative

Like just make up some loose reason as to why you were considered family

And no one could really disprove it 

Anyway your coming to your cousin’s vacation home for an event

Here you’ll meet Soma and Agni thinking nothing of it

Soma

Is immediately infatuated as he gets easily attached

Maybe you’ll touch his arm while passing 

or even expressing an interest in him 

He’s obsessed 

instructing Agni to find out where you live

How long you’re staying with Ciel

“(Y/n)! I have an important question. Would you marry me?”

Once he’s aware of his feelings he acts like the bratty prince he is

He’ll ask you nicely all the time

Outside your window

Inside your house

constantly following you asking and asking

Eventually he will stop asking

And one day you’ll wake up on a boat and him happily exclaiming 

“We’re going to my home to get married!!”

He really is a delusional yandere

even when you kick and scream he’ll simply ask Agni to help you calm down

“You’ve been so fussy lately…maybe you're hungry! Agni!” 

Agni

So dutiful to his master his sovereign 

That is until you come along 

He isn’t as shallow quick as his master to fall

You’ll strike him as simply another beautiful person fated to cross his path

Until everything reminds him of you

The way that tea is poured…(Y/n)’s lips blowing on it before handing it to him.

The corset that British lady is wearing…(Y/n) wouldn’t wear that but they’d look divine if they did

The top hat Sebastion has on…(Y/n) would have playfully swiped it 

That mustache on that fellow…would have made (Y/n) pout 

“By the Gods!!! They plague my every thought!!”

He’s so confused by this feeling that he will most certainly seek advice or accept it when offered

If he goes to Sebastian as a fellow khamadran, maybe he would be helpful

“I don’t know what has come over me? Perhaps they are a demon sent to torture me for all of my wrongs!” 

The actual demon butler would chuckle and assure him that's not the case

“Mayhaps you find them attractive, as I know it the symptoms you described support the idea: that you are in love.” 

While I can see Sebastian reporting this discovery to Ciel it depends on how he takes it

If Ciel is cool with such a powerful human dedicating himself to you than he’ll find no resistance on his end

But I doubt it considering Ciel knows his extreme devotion would trump whatever he has for you

On the otherhand if Soma should realize his attraction he’ll surprisingly help

“You do so much for me now I can help you!”

Because he’s only ever going to do anything to obtain you at Soma’s command

He will worriedly take his master’s delusional advice

So when you wake up in Soma’s palace shackled in extravagant chains 

Agni will bashfully stand to the side while his master proudly welcomes you to your new home

“Welcome (Y/n)! This will be your permanent home after your union!”

“U-union?”

“To me, (Y/n) I’ve fallen quite deeply for you and would be more than honored if someone of your high caliber would give me your hand.”

[druigswhores]

gold rush | one shot

MY PETAL

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: in which druig planned a surprise for his favourite eternal.

warnings: no major spoilers for the movie but references my gold rush series.

word count: 841

a/n: wanted to write this fluff ever since I got the idea that she named one of her alpacas after druig in chapter four! hope u enjoy this :)

masterlist - series masterlist

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She was at peace.

Once again she was found laying on the dewy grass with her eyes closed, there was a pleasant aura surrounding her as if she was in a conversation with the nature around her. The flowing stream rippled lightly in response to her humming, it was a song to which she couldn’t recall the lyrics of.

It was as if she gave life to the nature around her, the heart of the forest, and the reason it thrived as it did.

“Theia!” Someone called out to her. She lightly chuckled at the name, knowing that the village knew her preference to be called her actual name rather than the name that she was given by the humans many years ago.

There was only one reason why someone would be calling her that.

And that reason was, Druig.

She couldn’t bite back the grin on her face as she stood up, gently brushing the petals off her dress before turning to the source of the noise. A few feet away from her stood a teenager who currently nervously played with their fingers.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked around, expecting Druig to be around only to not find him.

“Yes?” She hesitantly responded, wondering what Druig has up his sleeve.

“Uh- he asked if you could meet him in the Field.” The teenager stuttered out before hurriedly rushing away, leaving the Eternal to be left even more confused than before.

The Field was not an actual field. It was a small section of the forest that had been cleared so the crops and cattle could be placed there. If not by the river, she would usually be found with the villagers checking on the crops and looking after the cattle.

Although she hadn’t had a clue what Druig would be doing over there.

She began to make her way to the Field, occasionally stopping to make conversation with fellow villagers. As the view of the Field gradually became clearer, she noticed a dark haired man with his back facing towards her, she recognised him almost immediately, the way Druig carried himself was unmistakable especially for someone like her.

Druig turned as he heard her footsteps approach him, a grin on his face as ocean blue eyes met her own. He couldn’t help but hold back a chuckle as he took her in, recognising the hesitation in her face as she continued to make her way to him. He reached out for her, his hand clasping her own as he led her down the path, attempting to avoid the countless amount of questions she shot at him.

“Are you finally sick of me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Did you get me a car?”

“And what use would that be of, given the fact we live in the middle of the woods.”

“So you are going to kill me?”

“Petal, will you just shut up for a minute? I'm trying to do something nice.”

Druig was exasperated, stopping his movements suddenly causing the shorter eternal to bump into him. She let out a yelp of surprise before stepping away, staring at him in confusion. Druig simply stepped out of the way from in front of her, allowing her to see what he was hiding.

In front of her were four alpacas, treading lightly on the grass before laying down to rest. She looked back at Druig before glancing back at the alpacas.

“You got me alpacas?” She turned her head back to Druig, grinning.

“Well- I remembered how you said you regretted leaving the alpacas that you had at your old place, and I thought you’d like having alpacas again.” Druig rambled on, uncharacteristically nervous.

Within a blink of an eye Druig was pulled down into an embrace, arms wrapped around his neck bringing his face closer to her own, he couldn’t look away as he watched the smile on her face grow.

Druig was completely enamored by her, even after all these years. Even after spending centuries together she always managed to make his heart flutter whenever she looked at him with that smile.

Of course he’d never say such a thing to her, knowing he’d never hear the end of it.

Druig found himself lost in her touch, the feeling of her arms around him, the way she’d feel like what home would be. In the thousands of years that he had lived on this Earth, the only time Druig had felt at ‘home’ was with her, just the two of them together.

“Wait this one looks like Druig!” She suddenly exclaimed, pulling out of his arms and rushing towards the Alpacas.

“Like me?” Druig questioned in disbelief, trailing behind her as she stroked the animals, keeping one arm around her shoulder. He glanced at the Alpaca causing his eyebrows to furrow even more.

That does not look like him.

“No, not you. The Alpacas I used to own.” She explained.

“You named an Alpaca after me?” He asked.

“Well, yeah. I named them all after you guys.”

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[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

hello nice to meet u, i think it would be funny if mushrooms could talk, but i bet they'd be shy and go quiet around humans and other predators. but the forest would be so loud in the rain.

completely unrelated but i also think it'd be funny if there was a TWST ending where yuu can't go home bc their previous world was destroyed, especially if yuu is the one who destroyed it and knew the whole time but never said anything.

thanks for listening to my thoughts, have a good day!

I mean plants to have have communication webs underneath the ground to talke with one another. But it's like that theory that rocks are soft but tense when you touch them

Also I think of that a lot. Imagine:

Crowley invites all the Housewardens and Vices to his office, and for once you are included. He tells you the news and everyone is surprised that he actually managed to do something for once. Crowley just called in the others so they can announce to their dorms that you are leaving, Kalim offers to throw you a farewell party.

Crowley then asks the mirror to show how your home is right now. The mirror ripples before a harrowing image is shown. An entire planet cracked open and destroyed. It must be a mistake you think. But then it starts to zoom in. You see your childhood home amongst the ruins of the world, dilapidated and empty, but there's no denying it's your home. The bodies of your fellow people along the street make your stomach churn as you stare.

Crowley coughs, then orders the mirror to shut off for your sake. Your whole body shakes at the realization. You hate everyone's pitiful gazes.