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[another-random-paradise]

Your writing was adorable! I have a headcanon request for TWST. Feel free to ignore if it's not interesting, I won't mind. (￣▽￣)=3

Lilia, Leona, Azul (or whomever as long as Lilia is there)'s reaction to crush!reader sleepily telling them they want to marry them one day.

I'm a sap for mushy things. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

A sleepy confession

Thank you so much for the request, it's adorable!! and of course, thank you for the compliments too! I'm a sucker for mushy things too, so this was so much fun to write!

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Crush!Reader sleepily telling him, they want to marry him / Part two

Characters: Lillia, Leona, Azul

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None that i can think off

Lillia

-you probably found silver asleep somewhere comfortable and instead of waking him up like usual (cause you're a good friend) you decide to also lay down and sleep... You most likely had History with professor Trein before this.

-Lillia just happened to be nearby, or maybe he was keeping an eye on silver, yk, like a good dad :D

- If you're napping under a tree, he might just be sitting on one of the branches

-You'd sleepily look up to him on the branches, as the old fae smiles down at you, and you, probably already half a sleep and maybe even thinking it's a dream, mumble out a soft "I wanna marry you one day.." 

-poor guy almost fell out off the tree

-you can't just do that to his old heart!! You can and you did

-his expression would soften, like he'd still be smiling, but it wouldn't be his typical trickster kinda smile (please tell me you know what i mean)

-Despite his usual attitude, I feel like he was very worried about loving you. I'm a huge believer in the Idea that fae usually only fall in love once, so after Meleanor, he believed that was it, he'd never love again. And then you came into his life, like a shining star, guiding him out of the darkness.  

-While he was grateful that he got a second chance at love, especially with someone as amazing as you, it's also nerve wrecking for him. The last and only time before this, he had his heart broken and ended up raising her son. Just the thought of the same thing happening again terrified him.

-But after what you just said, he won't need to worry about that anymore, right?

-Now he just needs to come up with the best way to confess... maybe he could cook you something! 

Leona

-Due to Leona being a bit of a tsundere, I don't feel like he'd get you to cuddle/sleep with him before officially dating

-BUT, if you two got paired together for a project, especially if it's in the botanical garden, chances are very high, you are doing the project and he's napping

-and doing a project by yourself gets you tired, especially one meant for magic as a magicless student, so you eventually lie down next to him

-due to his sensitive hearing, he lazily opens eyes, and sees you, already half asleep, looking at him, confusing him at first not that he's complaining, till.. "Despite you making me do this project by myself, i somehow i still wanna marry you some day" and just like that you're asleep.

-He, on the other hand, is suddenly very wide awake. 

-what?? you didn't mean that, right?? that's just the tiredness speaking, right?? you couldn't have meant that, right? why, or rather how, could you like him of all people?....He can't imagine being anyone's, let alone your, first choice. He's so used to being second.

-For the first time in forever, he is fully awake and can't go back to sleep, just what are you doing to him, Herbivore? 

-But this means you like him back, right? alright fine, he'll put some work into confessing, just don't expect anything to grand

-He'd still be awake once you wake up again, much to your confusion, but still deliberately refuse to help. Not a word of what you said is spoken, but if you look closely enough you'll see the blush on his cheeks!

Azul

-You wanted to rest after a long day, maybe even after a long shift at the mostro lounge, and Azul was gracious enough to let you rest on one of the couches in the VIP room, while he worked. He actually wanted to appear like a gentleman in front of you and impress you.

-You can't convince me that those couches aren't comfortable. Which is why you almost immediately fall asleep the moment you lay down.

-But before you do, you make one last comment "I already want to marry you one day as is, but if it means I get to rest like this every night, I'll buy the ring tomorrow"

-If a student walked in right now, they might just confuse him with a crashed pc; or maybe with riddle, considering how red he is

-Just completely stops everything he's doing, he's in shock. he doesn't believe he can actually be loved

-It genuinely shocks him so much that you actually like him back, let alone want to marry him, but he can't say he isn't happy! So him being even more of a gentleman to you and giving you countless discounts worked! (You actually already liked him before that! but he was to busy being insecure to notice)

-Immediately starts working on a relationship contract for you two, hell, you said you want to marry him, right?? might as well start working on the marriage certificate!

-He continues to be absolutely flustered as he writes the two contracts, if either of the twins saw him right now, he'd never hear the end of it!

-Prepare to be asked to dinner at the most romantic table in the mostro lounge with Azul, where he will then ask you out and discusses your relationship as if it was a business meeting :)

Ahhhh my first request, thank you so much again for your kind words and the adorable request, I truly hope i lived up to it's greatness <3

I'm still in book 4, so i tried to write Lilia as in-character as possible based on what i saw of him during events and from other writers :)

feedback is welcomed, just be Kind! Hope you all have a lovely day/night!

[pomefioredove]

same anon who requested the other familial hcs (sorry for requesting sm, your writing is just super good), but could you do hcs for the housewardens with a teen reader (still 13-14 ish) whos birthday is coming up soon? like how would they celebrate it with them. still platonic!! thank you so much <33 >_<

of course, gladly! and thank you so much!!

summary: birthday preparations type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

you've already celebrated enough unbirthdays together, so this should be easy enough for him, yes?

well... not exactly

Riddle is as high-strung as ever, running from place to place making sure everything is up to par for the event

he's not sure why he let Cater convince him to make it a surprise

but here he is, reluctantly trusting Ace and Deuce to retrieve you after your last class and bring you back to the dorm in time for the festivities to begin

"This is silly," he mumbles for the umpteenth time, awkwardly crouching behind an armchair. "Must we really hide?"

Cater shushes him, recording the front door as the clock turns the hour... and...

...nothing

Ace and Deuce eventually return with everything they'd been asked to pick up... except the guest of honor

"Oh, shoot! I knew we were forgetting something!" Deuce says, although it's already too late.

Riddle ends up retrieving you himself, and the rest of the party goes as planned

...nix Ace and Deuce, who are both collared and sulking in a corner

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

Leona isn't so secretive about it

he basically just asks you what you want him to get you. nothing more, nothing less

loud, messy parties aren't really his thing, especially these days- he'd much rather have Ruggie order something nice for you, wish you a good day, and then reward himself with a long nap

but the more he thinks about it, the more it bugs him

for one- you have no family in this world

...which, to him, is both a blessing and a curse

but it also means you'll be alone on your special day. and for... whatever reason, that idea just won't stop bothering him

alright, fine! so, he wants you to have a good birthday. so what? that doesn't make him a sap or anything. if he was in your place, he'd expect a whole damn feast!

eventually- and with some prodding from Ruggie and Jack- he allows a quiet get-together in Savanaclaw

if only because Ruggie made a comment that Leona "wouldn't know how to host, anyway"

he is royalty, after all

𝐀𝐳𝐮���� 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

you figured something was up when you "accidentally" bump into the tweels for the umpteenth time that week

you assumed Azul was planning something, though you weren't quite sure why he had to send the two to scope out more information on you

after all, he could just ask

and it definitely doesn't help that both Floyd and Jade keep dropping comments about this "huge, extravagant party" that Azul is supposedly throwing in your honor

on the day itself, the two are waiting for you right after class

both grinning widely as they escort you back to the lounge for this so-called "rager"

when you walk in, however, it's... empty

except for Azul

...and one table set with four places, each plate loaded with a dish you recognize as an Ashengrotto family recipe

"You can't blame me for wanting to throw you off," he says, lighting a few candles. "You should stay sharp, after all."

the rest of the evening is filled with chatter, a few bad jokes, and Floyd trying to pick off of everyone else's plates while they're not looking

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

three words: big, ridiculous party

Kalim can't imagine having to spend such an important day without your family or friends by your side... luckily, you have both here!

(well... close enough, anyway)

and he definitely doesn't disappoint when it comes to celebrations

with a little help from some more organized voices on the matter (AKA Jamil) he's got it all ready in advance

he really wants everything to go well, after all

like, really, really well! he'd never forgive himself if you had a bad time on your special day

he spends weeks planning everything, down to the very last detail... which some my find odd for him, but Kalim is nothing if not dedicated when it comes to matters of the heart

and so, it all comes together: your favorite food, things, people... all under one roof!

...complete with dessert, tea, and board games for the two of you after everyone's left

he couldn't spend your birthday sharing your time with everyone else, after all!

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

although he certainly has the means, the taste, and the resources to do something grand, he certainly isn't planning on it

...honestly, that just sounds dreadful to him

besides his tight schedule and low tolerance for shenanigans, organizing a massive event is just completely out of the question for him right now

too much, too soon, and far too tiring

but that doesn't mean he isn't going to do anything

you can expect a quiet evening full of pampering, a few movies of your own choice, and he'll even let you indulge in some less-than-healthy foods, if you so wish

he might even join you

it is a special occasion, after all

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

party? get-together? no, thank you

hey, he'll be glad to throw something together, just don't get your hopes too up

whatever it is will be totally lame, he swears it

(Idia, ever the understater...)

what ends up coming together is a full on all-night gaming session and anime marathon, complete with all the snacks he can fit in his room

basically the ultimate sleepover

...just without the sleep

Ortho joins in as well, teaming up with you whenever you need to kick Idia's butt in whatever you're playing

not familiar with their games of choice? no prob, Idia could spend the whole night explaining the ins and outs of all of his favorites

by the time the sun is up, you remember cheat codes and shortcuts more clearly than your own name

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

Malleus knows that human birthdays are very important, considering their short lifespans

and so, when he asks about your plans for the day, he's quite surprised to hear you say you have nothing special in mind

perhaps he was wrong... perhaps your birthday isn't an important occasion for you?

he doesn't think it's his place to ask, especially since you probably miss home more than usual around this time of year...

ultimately, he plans something simple

if not a little spontaneous

far past evening curfew, he shows up at Ramshackle door with nothing but himself, and asks you to accompany him on a short walk

you might expect him to whisk you through the woods, or show you ruins on the very edges of campus

...rather, he just brings you around the school, pointing out his favorite places until you get tired

"I may not be able to give you all that you've lost, but while you're here, you might as well feel at home,"

[meadowfics]

bagel

cho hyun ju x f!reader

in which you find your newest roommate after a coffee run

warnings: no squid games, established relationship, fluff

you stumble upon a tiny orange and white kitten in an alley during hyun ju’s two-night business trip to osaka.

as you were walking down the two blocks back to your apartment, the raspy meows coming from below caught you off guard.

this is while you’re grabbing your usual iced coffee and a plain bagel with cream cheese.

you kneel, heart softening as it rubs against your leg.

it is purring like it’s already yours.

“oh my---where’s your family, little one?”

you murmur, scanning the empty alley for a mother cat or siblings.

you find none.

unable to leave it alone, you scoop her up, her tiny body warm against your chest.

you head back to your apartment, coffee cooling in your hand as you try to hold the warm kitten in the other.

this living being already rearranged your day plans.

at home, you run a shallow bath in the sink.

don't worry, you confirmed online that your regular dish soap is cat-safe.

you gently wash the kitten’s matted fur.

you chuckle as she squirms but settles under your touch and the warm water.

you offer her plain tuna from a can, watching her attack it and swallowing it.

afterwards, she flops onto the couch.

she lays there in a ball as if she has lived there forever.

the moment she curls up, one paw twitching in her sleep, you’re done for.

she’s home, and you’re already imagining her into your life with hyun ju.

you dash to the market for supplies while the kitten is sleeping.

you get kitten food, a litter box, a scratching post.

of course you got toys.

a crinkly ball, a feather wand, a plush mouse, and a jingling bell you know will drive hyun ju up the wall.

you set up the litter box by the kitchen trash can, scatter toys across the hardwood, and spend the evening on the floor.

you drag the wand for the kitten's clumsy pounces.

the baby's determination making you laugh until your sides ache.

when hyun ju returns, she pauses in the doorway, luggage abandoned, as the kitten bolts to her feet.

the woman is confused as the orange creature meows and weaves in-between her legs.

“um... y/n… what did you do?”

she asks, her tone playful.

a grin tugs at her lips as she scoops the kitten into her soft, large hands.

you lean back on the couch, grinning.

“found her in the alley on my bagel run. she chose and ran up to me, hyun ju. i couldn’t just leave her out there.”

hyun ju’s eyes soften, stroking the kitten’s head.

“aww you're so sweet. I'm shocked she was out there alone since she’s so small. does she have a name yet?”

you smirk, knowing your love for random and inconvenient cat names.

“bagel with cream cheese.”

hyun ju stares at you for a second before she bursts out laughing, head thrown back.

“you’re kidding. bagel with cream cheese?”

“deadass,”

you say, scooting closer.

"i was getting my bagel when she found me. it’s meant to be. she’s bagel.”

hyun ju shakes her head, still chuckling, and kisses the kitten’s tiny clean head.

“fine, bagel with cream cheese it is. you’re absurd, and i love it.”

bagel becomes the heartbeat of your apartment.

after a week of living here, hyun ju grumbles when bagel chews her laptop charger

“this cat’s gonna bankrupt us,”

however, you catch hyunju sneaking the feather wand across the floor when she thinks you’re not watching.

you adore watching bagel ambush hyun ju’s long legs as she walks by.

“oh, you tiny terrorist!”

as hyun ju scoops bagel up, nuzzling her nose.

after bagel’s spay surgery, hyun ju turns into a nurse of some kind.

she lets the kitten nap in her lap despite the clunky cone around bagel's neck bumping her hands.

“poor thing,”

hyun ju whispers, gently scratching bagel’s back as she fidgets.

the cone clearly annoying her.

“you’re still our perfect girl.”

you snap a photo, teasing,

“you’re such a sap,”

hyun ju just smirks, pulling you close to kiss your cheek.

“says the one who named her after your breakfast.”

bagel claims your bed as her own.

every night she curls up between you and hyun ju at night, her purring a soothing hum that lulls you both to sleep.

some nights, she stretches across hyun ju’s chest, and you mumble,

“she’s stealing you again,”

you don’t mind, not when hyun ju looks so peaceful with bagel’s warmth against her.

hyun ju, half-asleep will whisper,

“she’s cozy. don’t you dare move her,”

you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead, bagel’s fluffy tail flicking against your arm.

as bagel grows, her kitten fluff fades.

after three months of living at home, her round face sharpens into a sleek cat’s features.

you and hyun ju feel a pang of bittersweet nostalgia.

“remember when she was just a fuzzball with legs?”

hyun ju says one evening with bagel lounging across her lap.

now bagel is long, her tail swishing lazily.

you nod, petting bagel’s head.

“she’s still our baby, though. always gonna be our mini bagel.”

hyun ju smiles, leaning over to kiss your temple.

“yeah. our ridiculous, perfect bagel with cream cheese.”

bagel’s favorite perch is the sunny windowsill in the living room.

it is where she watches birds with intense focus, but she always races to the door when you or hyun ju come home.

she loves meowing like you’ve been gone for years.

“missed us, drama queen?”

you coo, scratching her chin, while hyun ju drops her bag to scoop her up.

“you’re so extra, just like your mom.”

you elbow hyun ju playfully.

“excuse me, you’re the one who taught her to beg for treats with those big eyes.”

bagel develops a habit of stealing yours and hyunju's socks.

she drags them under the couch to build a secret stash you only discover when spring cleaning.

“y/n, she’s a thief!”

hyun ju exclaims, holding up a pile of mismatched socks.

this is all while bagel sits nearby, licking her paw innocently.

you grin, tossing a sock her way, watching her pounce.

“she’s just keeping them safe. right, bagel?”

bagel meows, as if agreeing.

hyun ju sighs, muttering,

“you’re both trouble.”

you and hyun ju start a tradition of making bagel tiny hats from scraps of fabric.

your girlfriend loves laughing as bagel tolerates them for exactly three seconds before swatting them off.

“look at her, she’s a fashion icon,”

you say, snapping a photo of bagel in a lopsided felt beret before she flicks it away.

hyun ju snorts, crafting a tiny bow tie next.

“she hates us, but it’s worth it.”

bagel glares, but curls up in hyun ju’s lap anyway, forgiving her instantly.

on quiet nights, you and hyun ju curl up with bagel between you.

a nice movie plays on a soft volume, bagel's purring louder than the dialogue.

you ask if hyunju wanted to share a blanket but hyunju shakes her head,

“I think bagel is better than any blanket,”

hyun ju murmurs, her arm coming around you.

meanwhile bagel’s warmth pressed against your side.

you smile, intertwining your fingers with hyunju's.

“our little family’s perfect, isn’t it?”

hyun ju nods, moving your chin with her hands to pull you into a kiss.

she kisses you softly, bagel oblivious but content in the middle.

masterlist

[dirtytransmasc]

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Neteyam used to be one of the "rotten ones" with Spider. Brother's born of demons, the blood their father's spilt spread over their hands. sure, Spider was drowning while the blood dried and flaked off of Neteyam's blue skin. but for a time they were more alike than different. Neteyam was the halfbreed of Jake Sully, no doubt treated differently as a young child, even if only a little, with his best friend and big brother by his side. Spider was born human, but that soul, despite coming from Quaritch, was more Na'vi than anyone could ever know. he was only ever accepted by his brother, and later, their little siblings. no one else.

they were wild and rotten. just little kids together

and then he grew up, he pushed Spider away, became a child warrior, earned the clans love and respect, but gave up Spiders in return. he was just a boy. he gave into his people's, his mother's, words. he repeated them. Spider was a stray. not his brother.

Spider just wanted his baby brother back, especially after he was gone for good. he just wanted to spend their days together by the creek, napping on woven mauri floors after hours of tag and hide and seek, wanted to cheer him on for his accomplishments while admonishing him for getting hurt.

and now he was gone. forever a warrior. seen as perfect. he was anything but, and that's why Spider had loved him. he had known him better than most most likely did. and that's why getting ditched hurt so bad, they'd been outcasts together, they understood each other. and then he had to watch as his brother suffered under the facade of his perfect, "bleached", smile. watched it sap the light from him. and then the life and blood from his body.

oh how he wished 'teyam would have put down his bow and his patrols and his duty for just a second. to spend one more days with him and their sibling. spend more days being their big brothers together. cause now he'll forever be dreaming about the boy that left him behind, imagining how things could have been different. he's left wondering if Neteyam ever wanted him back. he'll never know. he'll just know he missed him.

[firefly--bright]

What are your Jean headcanons regarding Christmas morning?

i love soft morning hcs HERE WE GO also again i chose to do this in modern au, if you'd like canon au, lmk! also brief warning erm VERY SMALL talks of marraige :3 also ft mama kirstein :3 taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic-again , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable, @candleohappiness , @zombiefiedskeivy , @1ovede1uxe ❅ masterlist is in pinned post! ❅ enter my taglist! ❅ requests for headcanons are open! ❅

❅ hes a fucking grump. lets get that straight. dont get me wrong, he's more of a morning person than a night one, but that doesnt mean he'll be happy about getting up in the mornings. more so in the winters because he wants to stay warm under the covers with you

❅ and youre wearing his hoodie, right, and his arms are wrapped around you which is his definition of a perfect nap/sleep so excuse him if he wants to stay in bed with you forever.

❅ but! regardless! he wakes up super duper early because he wants to surprise you. he's bought you the perfect gift and of course he's extremely excited about it <3 something you'd been wanting for months but never got around to buying, as a necessity, but also on top of that he'd bought something he knew you'd like. + a note. yeah his love language is gift giving because he's a fucking sap

❅ anyway. he makes you your favourite breakfast because he knows youre tired after the last night YOU WENT TO A CHRISTMAS EVE PARTY WITH UR FRIENDS GUYS its pg 13.... (i mean. i leave it upto your imagination). anyway. he wants to impress you even if youre already his.

❅ but halfway through trying to make pancakes that seem to be sticking to his pan, you wake up because he'd accidentally been making too much noise :') nothing he plans ever goes well but its endearing.

❅ he wishes you a merry christmas and tries to coerce you to go back to bed until he finishes his plans, but you insist on helping him. he lets you. somehow your pancakes dont stick to the pan. "you werent putting enough butter," "i was scared of it burning," he argues, but he notes down the improvements for next time :3

❅ and then he guides you to sit on the floor next to your tiny lil christmas tree that the two of you had decorated, excitedly putting up all the ornaments. a couple of them were given as a housewarming gift by his mother and sister, a couple were a hand-made activity with his neice (air dried clay shaped into gingerbread men with...eery smiles and a couple paper snowflakes) and some given to you by sasha (sanrio themed. because @ppushable made me think about it too much. thx) right.

❅ hes a sucker for tradition. makes you sit down, relax, babe, ive got this, and then turns some christmas music on, sets the tv up so theres a loop of the same fireplace video, sits infront of you criss-crossing his legs.

❅ its perfect. hes perfect, even if he's still in his pyjamas (his cars themed pants, mind you, a secret santa gift from connie) and an old grey hoodie, hair untamed, uncaring of how it was viewed as long as it was seen by you, and he's wearing these fuzzy socks that you had given him last christmas that had surprisingly still held up pretty well. its just the two of you.

❅ anyway. you play rock paper scissors to see who gets to open their gift first. he wins (which is not what he wanted. he loved winning but he wanted to see your reaction first). your smile is worth it, he thinks, because even as youre trying to contain your excitement, its very visible on your face. or maybe he can just read you too well.

❅ you feed him bites of the chocolate chip pancakes as he opens his gift. hes one of those people to both carefully wrap and unwrap presents :3 and he very gently pries the wrapping paper open, finding the exact points you had taped it shut. your work is a little sloppy, but he somehow finds his way around it.

❅ i hc that he cries relatively easily but hates showing it but he also cant hide it from you, so when he opens your gift imagine him immediately teaaring up because he loves it and then hugs you and burries his face in your neck. when you try pulling away he doesnt let you because hes embarassed :') what a sap i hate him

❅ after both your gifts are open and recieved you settle onto the couch with a warm cup of coffee to watch your favourite christmas movies that he claims he doesnt like but come on. look at him. he (begrudingly) puts it on because he wanted the fireplace recording to play for the whole day.

❅ at one point before you start the movies his mom calls to wish you guys a merry christmas!!!! its very cute she's very adorable and tells you that she's made you guys her famous tiramisu and buche de Noel (had to search that one up lol) and tells you that shes packadged and kept it in the fridge especially for you guys for when you visit <3 she tells you that she'd give you the recipie when you do come and then asks jean when hes going to "finally ask you to be a kirstein-" before he takes the phone from you and cuts her off. later on tells you "hey yeah so,,, you dont have to take my last name btw,, like when we do get married... i mean ive thought about it, ofc, and haha... like i'd completely understand if you dont want to take my last name-" and it turns into a cute lil conversation about you guys' future before he spirals more about you taking his name?? he was tweaking over NOTHING

anyway. complimentary moodboard because this is such a cute ask <3

hope you liked this!! v cute ask now i cant stop thinking about it <3

[emmg]

wip wednesday except it's saturday lol

I was tagged by lovely hunnybun @xxnashiraxx and someone else (I'm sooooory I don't remember!) I honestly don't have much cooking. This is just something from the creepy Emmlich x Rook fic I'm still fucking around with lol. It's not really edited or anything so eh

Tagging my usual boos but please do it and tag me in it if you're not mentioned (I forget people all the time.) I'm a hoe for wips.

@caffeinatedmunchkin @aldisobey @heylittleriotact @lavenderprose @thepalehorsevictoria @jainydoe

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It does not hurt, as he promised, though her stomach turns as she watches his knife bite into her palm. He starts at the center, pressing just enough to break the surface, then drags upward toward the tip of her thumb. The sound is faint but sickening—a soft tearing, wet and fibrous. A line of tissue yawns open in its wake, pink and glistening, the raw fibers twitching faintly, helplessly. When the knife taps against her nail, he tilts it sideways, slipping it under the edge of her skin, working it loose. 

There is no blood. It feels aberrant for there to be none, and she realizes she’s muttered something, perhaps a question, because he answers her without looking up. “A spell, darling. No mess.” 

The ligament clings stubbornly to the joint, a sinewy, yellow strand refusing to tear. Emmrich tuts, presses the blade harder, and scrapes until it detaches in shredded, sticky ribbons. 

"I was thinking of taking a nap in the Memorial Gardens before... this," she says.

Her mouth feels very dry. She will vomit her soul. She desperately needs some normalcy.

Emmrich hums absently, a soft tune threaded through his breath. "Oh, we still can go," he says, his voice unnervingly bright. "They’ve added new blooms, you know. Mintroot has begun curling around our lonely Vasanthum tree. A charming display, I imagine." 

"I'm sure it is," she murmurs, barely audible. 

"Quite," he replies, almost giddily. "Did I ever mention my talent for weaving? Braiding, too. I could make you a flower crown, darling. Something delicate, something becoming." 

Her thumb begins to peel, a meticulous unveiling. The layer of skin and muscle separates with a moist crackle, exposing the stark white curve of bone. As the flesh sloughs free, the severed edges cling for a moment, stringy and reluctant, before giving way entirely. 

“You are doing beautifully,” Emmrich murmurs. 

She nods, though her throat is too tight to swallow. 

His free hand dips into the molten metal in the bowl perched precariously on his lap. She cannot look away as his fingers vanish into the liquid iron, a viscous, glowing mass that shifts and ripples at his touch. In another life, his flesh would have blistered, bubbled, shed away in wet clumps. But in another life, he had flesh. 

He stirs it with the casualness of a man testing the temperature of a bath, and she watches, horrified. The iron clings to his fingers like sap from a freshly cut tree, thick and heavy, glistening as it drizzles back into the bowl.  

Without pause, he lowers those shiny fingers into the yawning wound on her hand. The molten iron hisses softly as it meets her exposed phalanges, a sound that seems alive, sentient, as it spreads itself across the bare bone. The metal clings tightly, flowing into every groove and hollow, encasing the fragile framework in layers of shimmering grey. It hardens as it moves, forming a lustrous shell that is as unnatural as it is permanent. 

The smell is unbearable; sharp and acrid, laced with the faint sweetness of something organic cooking away 

"I would like that," she says eventually, her voice flat and far away. She doesn’t lift her eyes from the bone, its pallor now overtaken by the dull sheen of grey, and tries, feebly and absurdly, to think of flowers. 

"Wonderful." Emmrich’s smile stretches, slow and just a little too broad, as though it might spill from his face entirely. He tilts his head, considering. "Something sturdy, enduring, but not without charm," he muses, as if discussing an old trinket. “Wax flowers, I think. Subtle, fragrant, and remarkably long-lasting. They endure neglect with such poise, don’t you find? Even out of water, they hold their shape beautifully.” 

As he shifts, the folds of his robes part, and the hollow in his chest gapes wide. Her eyes fix on his ribs, so very exposed, their delicate curves dipped in gold. They shine in the low light, grotesquely ornate, as if mocking the flesh they once protected. She knows there are other places like this on him—the soft, breakable parts made permanent, harder, resistant. Her gaze darts between the gleaming ribs, her thumb, and the bowl of molten iron in his lap, and something tight and monstrous begins to unfurl within her. 

It starts with a shiver in her chest, a strange pressure that deepens into a sickening pull. Her lungs seem to cave inward. She can feel them shift, the slick, spongy mass grinding together, rolling and twisting into a single, suffocating ball. It churns inside her, alien and wrong. 

When she exhales, it moves, dragging itself upward. She can taste it now, bitter and metallic, something slimy and pulsing that claws at her molars, trying to wrench them loose. It presses against her teeth, her tongue, desperate to escape, to spill out of her mouth in a choking flood. But it never does. It lodges there, a writhing, sweltering mass that stretches her throat and fills her mouth. 

What escapes her is not a scream but a wail, ugly and pitiful. She shakes her head wildly, her voice cracking on each repetition. “No, no, no,” she says, first a whisper, then louder, the words piling up, tangled and frantic, until they bite at her lips. “I don’t want to be like you. Gods, I don’t want to be like you, Emmrich.” Her eyes feel swollen, burning, ready to rupture, to spill themselves down her cheeks, to run away from her face altogether. “I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be like you—I don’t want to die in Nevarra—”

Her voice collapses into a torrent she cannot untangle, her breath heaving as she jerks her half-flayed hand, desperate to free it. The iron spills from the bowl in his lap, hissing as it splashes onto his knee and dribbles down. 

“No, no,” Emmrich says softly, as though comforting a skittish animal. His hand remains steady even as hers thrashes. “Not like me, dear heart. Never like me.” Drip, drip, drip, the iron sings, pooling on the floor in slow, glowing puddles. “But I must finish or else it will keep breaking, again and again and again...” He pauses, his voice shifting, adopting a light, almost cheerful lilt, as though trying to smother her rising panic beneath a veneer of warmth. “Afterwards, we will go to the gardens, just as you wanted. Mintroot and Vasanthum, remember? And I shall weave you that flower crown I promised. Wouldn’t you like that?"

[poems-and-cows]

Is it weird to write poetry about real people?

It’s not a breach of privacy or anything, right? I’ve been doing it for a while, but today I feel a little more insecure about it.

So, I was being a bit of a sap today. I’m not telling you who I was writing about, but just imagine this:

Me, sat on the sofa, notebook in hand. I have the stupidest smile on my face that could kill a hamster with how stupid it looks, and I have the end of my pen between my teeth. I’m writing sappy love poems about how this person reminds me of the colour green ( that poll I did a small while ago ) and the way I’d love to cook them warm meals and tuck them into bed.

It’s awful. And to make it worse, I have a song they said they liked one time playing in the background.

It’s all so sickeningly sappy. I’ve always been a bit of a romantic, but this is taking the mick.

I’m used to pining, I’m way too used to pining, but this is just getting silly. We’re straying way too far from pining territory and are entering yearning territory.

You see, I’m barely friends with this person, and I even liked them when they were a massive prick to me! How pathetic is that??

Anyway, that’s what I spent most of my day doing. Pining and writing poetry like a teenager with a crush. I am deeply ashamed. I had like, the whole ‘butterflies in your tummy’ thing too. 0/10, never again, I want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

The poetry I wrote is going shamefully into my notebook, never to be read again.

I have way too much experience with unrequited feelings, and I knew the next course of action was TV and sulking. I had a bit of a lazy day today, and watched movies the whole time.

It’s not even sad that they don’t like me, it’s embarrassing, because I’m acting like such a sap over someone who only just started to tolerate me. No, Martin, you can’t feed them citrus fruits and jams, they wanted you to be chopped to pieces a few months ago.

Sometimes I really bloody hate being like this, sighing and blushing over someone. It’s mortifying, and it makes me want to crawl into my own shoe when I think about it.

It’s not like I want it to go away, I just wish I dealt with it better than a teen. What do proper adults do with crushes, because they definitely don’t act like this.

Maybe I should just wait it out.

Anyway, I talked more in the group chat today. Sasha was showing off some new clothes she bought, and Tim was encouraging her. Their friendship is really lovely. I’m really happy for them, and they seem really close. They’re always together, always smiling, and they get each other’s sense of humour perfectly.

Sorry, this is just rambling at this point. I’m in a bit of a state. I think I’m just lonely? Lonely, crushing on someone I can’t have, and getting a bit envious over how my co-workers good friends with each other. I need a cold shower and a nap.

Someone snap me out of this, I’m in a super weird mood. I don’t want to be all sappy and yearning, but I can’t help it. It’s so embarrassing, you have no idea.

Goodnight guys :’)

[sketchehm]

I keep rotating the post with the sleeping dream from mafia mafia au in my head. The one where dream is gets a good rest finally which takes many hours. how worried the team is while snf are being so calm cause its nothing new to them and just ♡♡♡♡

You already mentioned Dream also being more cuddly from that and that plus how Dream and George or more considered cats just gives me the thought of Dream cuddling with someone, falling asleep on them and them not daring to move in fear of waking him up

Also same idea for the crack au where sap turns into a dog and dnf into cats. Cat!dream just falling asleep on one of them and now they are stuck

I love cuddly dream sm!!

Especially since he's a Large guy, you literally cannot get out of it if he fell asleep on you lmao But they still don't wanna disturb him anyway!! And they love the excuse of getting out of work cause Dream took a nap on them hehe Just imagining them holding him and cuddling him back after a long day of work :(!! Cris or Amilcar or Conter being able to carry Dream back without waking him!!! Going to a bigger bed so more of them can join in TwT

For crack au and lil kitten Dream falling asleep on one of them and now hes tiny and precious and oh so delicate!! Whoever it is, they're frozen stiff because they CANNOT ruin this moment!! (Maybe falling asleep by their neck, dream just looking for warmth!!!)

[blankcest]

One-sided Stalker Ford on the boat where Stan is kind of aware that something is up, but also treating the topic like the gnomes in Gravity Falls. Ignores it for the most part but awkwardly smacks it with a broom when it gets too close for comfort.

Cause like. He loves Ford. Ford loves him. And Ford being weird is nothing new. In the end, it’s not so impossible to live with Ford loving him weird on top of everything else. Stan didn’t spend 30 years saving him just to chicken out now.

Since the perpetual motion machine was enough to snap Ford back to reality, I think Stan could subconsciously stumble into a system to lightly shake Ford out of it when Stan gets a gut feeling.

Normal Day, where Stan wakes up from a nap and Ford is watching him from a nearby chair or the other side of the room.

Stan (teasing): Sap. Nerd.

Bad Day, where Stan wakes up to Ford trying to climb into his cot or hovering an inch from his face.

Stan (deadpan): Nuh-uh. Shoves him hard and turns over to immediately sleep that image away. I’m not putting up with your breath. Arms length, pointdexter.

Normal Day, where Ford gives Stan a poorly seasoned, but much-improved breakfast.

Stan: generic, reluctantly proud compliments.

Bad Day, Valentine’s Day, where Ford bakes a pretty good cake but decorated it with hearts, frills and a super suspiciously-worded message.

Stan: Still eating it whole, but piling icecream directly on top of the message and ignoring the date on their calendar hard-core So you’re really into pink now or what?

If he’s crass enough, or unappreciative enough, he thinks Ford will get the hint that his expectations are too high. It’s far from full proof, since a lot of Ford’s actions genuinely go over Stan’s head and Ford, delusions or no, has always been good at seeing what he wants to see. But when Stan first starts implementing it and they’re earlier into their voyage, maybe it’s at least a little grounding.

Even if Stan subconsciously picks up on Ford’s intentions, he doesn’t have the guts to admit it to himself. It’s not like it’d change anything, even if he did. So if he sees something too weird for him to handle, he’s going to pretend he didn’t and he’s going to forget.

This is exactly how I imagine it. What I also imagine as part of this AU is that well, it does become too much for Stan at some point. Too many things happen, too many slip ups on Ford's part. Too much for Stan not to at least *know* something strange is happening, and not the good kind of strange. Stan is a runner, when stuff is too much or scary or hard to understand. He runs and disappears. So it's not much a disgust response or a hate response, but a fear based one. Because to be someone's object of affection/obsession/delusion like that is incredibly overwhelming. You are the center of someone's universe, for better and for worst. Anything you do can make or break that person's entire psyche, and Stan (who doesn't really understand the severity or how to help someone in a mental health crisis like this) gets well, scared. He doesn't want to hurt Ford, but doesn't know how to make Ford stop. So, he runs. When you engage with a delusion like this, one based in obsession and comfort, it can feel deeply euphoric. It can put you in a literal Dreamlike daze, it feels like you're High. You can become a aggressive, overzealous, make risky mistakes. Ford, the master of masking, rarely allows himself to fully fall into that state around stan. Even on the Boat. Instead locking himself in his study with his Stan Doll to get the feelings out when he feels himself slipping. Cause even when he's having a full blown episode, he Loves Stan and doesn't want to make him uncomfortable. I think the idea that Stan does subtle things that can knock Ford back to reality is very in character. I think he does it on accident a lot, and Ford has learned to sort of Dance around the minefields, both for Stan's comfort, but also because to be reality checked... hurts. The nagging of how a fundamental truth you believe is wrong... it really hurts and is deeply distressing. I think the inciting incident that causes Stan to just be, too overwhelmed is if he ever finds Ford's Doll of him. Because if he finds the Doll, he finds walls covered in pictures of him that he never remembers Ford Taking. He finds pieces of his hair, jars of weird liquids he doesn't want to know what they are. He'll find the journal, full of Fake Stories of him and Ford being happily married. It'll be too much all at once.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter Bravo and the Sundance Queen

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 3, 064

Summary: you go to Sundance where Dieter is promoting the film where you two met

(This is early in their relationship so check out the masterlist to figure out the timeline)

Warnings: mild swearing, so much pining for each other, Dieter gets drunk and does adorably silly stuff

“Fuck it’s cold.”

“It’s not that cold.”

“I think my snot has turned into icicles.”

The snow was gathering around you, picturesque in the town of Park City, Utah. You were here for the Sundance Film Festival. Dieter was here to promote Sap of Justice while you were just along to watch some films you had your eye on, most of them horror of course. He arrived a few days earlier to do all the usual promotion stuff required of an actor. You managed to get the Friday off but and the flight was at a reasonable hour of the morning, but you still slept badly the night before and the traffic was terrible and then the flight was delayed. You only managed to nap once you actually got on the plane so by the time you got there you were somewhat tired and hungry.

Dieter had a nice room booked and offered to share it with you, knowing you would probably not get a better choice of accommodation. He told you he would book the room with your name as well as one his pseudonyms which you should be able to recognise. At the desk, you gave your name to the receptionist and after a few tense seconds, they said “Yes, you’re staying with Abraham DeLacey.” You nodded and received your room key. Dieter opened the door as soon as you knocked.

“Thomas O’Malley, I presume?”

“You got my reference?”

“Well, you sing the song all the time.”

He led you into the room, taking your small bag. It had a rustic lodge feel, the fireplace definitely adding to the cosy feeling. And the huge bed was very inviting in its plush warmth.

“I’m sorry but there’s only one bed but I can take the couch if you want?”

“We can share, it’s big enough.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, it’ll get cold at night, so we’ll have to snuggle together for warmth.”

“The hotel has central heating, and the fireplace gets pretty warm and…oh.” He pulled you into a hug, “You’re fine sharing? I’m a bit of a cuddler.”

“Really? I haven’t noticed.” You would have stayed in his embrace for eternity, but your stomach said otherwise.

“When did you last eat?”

“Well,” you paused for remembrance. “I get this waiting anxiety thing at airports, so I managed a sandwich at some point.”

He sighed lovingly, “Someone needs feeding. I happened to have organised a nice surprise for you.”

*****

He took you down to the hotel’s restaurant and led you through a cosy private booth all set up.

“Is that cheese?” you were staring into a pool of melted cheese, “Is this all for me?”

“Well the fondue is meant to be for two-“ but you had already speared a piece of bread, dipped it into the cheese and shoved the melty goodness into your eager mouth. You bounced up and down, almost dancing with the happiness you were feeling.

“So it’s good?”

“I’m so happy I could cry!”

He couldn’t help but smile and took a piece of cheese dipped bread that you handed out to him. He wasn’t as bouncy as you but could definitely agree that it was heavenly in taste.

“Your hair has grown out.”

Dieter ran a hand through his hair. It had been a while since the two of you saw each other.

“Yeah it probably looks messy.”

“No, I like the curls,” you really wanted to run your hands where his were. “I bet you looked adorable as a baby with those curls.”

“Probably,” he sighed. “I’m pretty sure curls run in the family.”

“I bet if you had babies, they would have the most adorable curls.”

“Maybe.” He was imagining you having those babies of his and he felt a strange new warmth within him.

Exhaustion came and punched you in the face unexpectedly, so you were wanting an early night. The warmth of the bed was helping you fall asleep, but Dieter seemed wide awake next to you.

“Are you okay Dieter?”

“Oh no, I’m keeping you awake, aren’t I?”

“Just a little bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just worried about this Q & A tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, it’ll just be on my mind all night.”

“You just need a distraction.”

“Does it involve kissing?”

“It won’t occupy you all night. No, what I’m thinking is you need a question so difficult to answer you’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued.”

You got up a little to deliver the question, “What is the better adaptation? Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?”

“Muppets Treasure Island or Treasure Planet?” he emphasised the ‘or’, “Or? OR?! Why would you make me choose between two masterpieces? Oh, it’s working.”

He snuggled up next to you, kissed your cheek good night and the both of you went to sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up suddenly feeling like the life was getting squeezed out of him. He could work out that you were clinging to him very tightly. He shuffled across the bed which managed to loosen the death grip you had on him. It worked for only two seconds as you clung tightly to him again. He moved over again but again you gripped him tightly and soon he ran out of bed. You were awoken by a muffled yell and thud and reached out to turn on the light to find out but could feel only bed. You reached to the other side of the bed and turned on the light and found Dieter lying on the ground with his legs still tangled in the sheets.

“Are you okay?”

A very tentative’ yeah’ came from the floor. He managed to untangle himself and got himself back into bed.

“Did I kick you out?”

“No, you sort of squished me.” Your confused expression needed more of an explanation, so he continued. “You were sort of aggressively cuddling me.”

You covered your mouth in shock “I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ve never wanted to cuddle with anyone before. You’re just so soft and warm my subconscious must’ve, I really didn’t mean to.” You were almost on the verge of tears in embarrassment. Dieter gently held your arms and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s kind of adorable really.”

“No, it’s-“ he interrupted you with a hug.

“It is. We just need to work on less of a death grip.”

“I’m the anaconda.”

“Well, you haven’t tried to eat me so that’s a good thing.” That brought a laugh out of you. “Maybe I should try being the big spoon?”

You nodded so you both shuffled in bed until Dieter was holding you from behind. He kissed the back of your neck which tickled from his scruffy beard. This happy comfortable arrangement helped the two of you drift off into sleep.

*****

Dieter woke up but it was not from being squished, it was just normal consciousness from morning.  His arms were still wrapped around you, and he was very much enjoying everything about it. He could definitely get used to this. The only thing upsetting the cosy atmosphere was a certain part of Dieter’s anatomy. Let’s just say it was very happy this morning, would you believe it? He hadn’t woken up with one in a while and it was probably the lovely smell of your hair that may have set him off. You shifted in your sleep, pushing yourself further into Dieter and he was growing more uncomfortable. He really didn’t want you to wake up and feel him pressed up against you. He gently removed himself from you and quietly got out of bed. Maybe some cold air would help.

You awoke to an empty bed. The bed was still warm but there was a certain softness lacking and it wasn’t until your turned around to find that there was no boyfriend next to you. You didn’t have to worry long as Dieter came through the door a few minutes later. You got out of bed to greet him.

“Morning, honey cakes.”

“Morning Dieter.”

You noticed he placed a few bags on the table.

“When did you get up?”

“I’m not sure. I felt like a walk and decided to get breakfast. There’s hot chocolate or some juice thing and…”

“Did I squish you again last night?”

“No.”

“Because I’m still sorry about that.”

He reassured you with a hug, “And I’m still saying it’s fine. Now, do you want a breakfast sandwich or one of these several pastries?”

“You’re making me choose? Is this some kind of revenge for that question I gave you last night?”

“That question which is possibly the most evil question in existence? Maybe.”

You both just started laughing and you kissed his cheek, “I’m probably going to have to take these to go. My first film starts soon.”

Dieter’s face dropped in sadness at that but did his best not to show it. “I can pack you a bag?”

“That would be lovely!” you kissed his nose and then hopped to the bathroom to change. His nose was kissed again before leaving. “I’ll be there for your Q & A.” All he could do was nod.

*****

The room was packed, the heat becoming more stifling. Dieter played with his collar and hoped his sweaty face wasn’t obvious. He kept scanning the crowd, hoping to see your face but it was only at the last second did he see you. You had managed to get through the door at the last possible second and gave him a little wave which made him smile.

It turns out a lot of people really enjoyed Sap of Justice and only had good things to say. This eased the tension knotted up in Dieter, but he still didn’t enjoy the questions coming at him.

The next person was handed the microphone and asked, “I was wondering about the scene where a piece of your skin came off and it was all bloody sap. Just wondering if that was a practical or special effect?”

“It was all practical.”

“Do you know how it was done?”

“Our make-up artist is in the audience if you’d like to ask her.”

You felt eyes upon you as you walked upon the stage. Dieter gave you his seat and microphone and you spent the next few minutes answering questions about the special effects makeup you did for the film. The unobservant didn’t notice that Dieter was off to the side looking both proud and very in love.

You couldn’t stay for very long afterwards as you had your next film screening to go to. Dieter’s face dropped into sadness. The rest of his day was busy with all his promotional work and various photoshoots but eventually he was let go and he went straight back to his room. He was cosied up on the couch with the remains of room service when you came through the door.

“Hi,” you immediately snuggled up to him on the couch.

“Hi,” he kissed your cheek.

“How was the rest of your day?”

“Oh, it wasn’t bad. All the usual actor stuff. I was given some nibbles to nibble on, but I was still hungry, so I got room service. There’re leftovers if you’d like them.”

You approached them with delight and happily devoured them.

“So, how were all the films?” he asked.

You put down your fork, “Really good. The first one was amazing and set too high a standard for the others. The second one was based on a short film and really didn’t quite work in the long form. The third one was predictable in a good way.”

You were too excited to notice that Dieter had his classic puppy dog eyes on you.

“The first film I saw was Sap of Justice.”

He did and internal double take, “What?”

“Yeah, it was really good. You’re a really good actor.”

“Wait, have you not seen any of my films before?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done any horror films so…no.”

The silence would have been awkward but you both started laughing.

“Should I watch your other films?”

“I wouldn’t. I never watch my films.”

“You don’t?”

“Nope, just wipe and flush.”

Again, you both started laughing.

The rest of the evening was spent in simple act of domesticity. This hint at a regular happy life brought about in Dieter a desire he didn’t realise he was wanting his whole life.

*****

Consciousness slowly nudged at Dieter. As he blinked his eyes awake, he realised he wasn’t being cuddled to death. He was once again being the big spoon so he could breathe in your scent. His bladder tore him away from you and your lovely smell. He very gently sneaked out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, not even flushing for fear it would wake you. Crawling back into bed, he noticed you had shifted slightly so he just watched you sleep. Not in a creepy way the way a serial killer in a slasher film would. This was him watching you sleep because he knew he was definitely falling in love with you. Suddenly you shifted in your sleep, your arm hitting Dieter on the chest. The soft snort you gave out while moving was probably the most adorable thing Dieter had ever heard and he knew for certain that he was in love with you.

You slowly stretched as you woke up, the warmth was too tempting to bring you back into slumber. As your eyes adjusted, you noticed that Dieter was doing his best not to look like he was watching you sleep.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning honey cakes,” he nudged his nose close, silently asking permission to kiss you which you allowed.

The two of you just ley together in bed, your lips gently touching. Dieter revelled in this tenderness, and you felt safe in his arms. The kissing went on for longer than it had before, and you wanted more. Your fingers finally ran through his curly hair, pulling him closer. This was as physically close you had been with him and none of it felt wrong and you weren’t afraid if it went further.

But there was a knock at the door, but Dieter ignored it. Until the knocking became louder.

“Can’t a man kiss his girlfriend in peace?” He angrily got out of bed and opened the door with his usual gruffness.

“What?”

It was his manager. “Bravo. Some producers were impressed with your film and want to talk to you about future projects.”

“Now?”

“Now,” he said it like it was obvious. “Say goodbye to your random hookup and be downstairs in five.”

“Can I have twenty minutes?”

“You’ve got ten.”

Dieter closed the door without saying goodbye. He immediately wrapped himself around you.

“You’re not some random hookup.”

“I know.”

“You’re so much more than that.”

You spent what must have been five minutes just staring at each other, knowing you soon would part. He felt the tug of obligation pulling him from the bed and quickly cleaned himself off in the bathroom. Coming back into the room, he pulled off his shirt, throwing it onto the bed and put on a clean one. He was contemplating which sweater to put on.

It was the first time you had properly seen him shirtless and you had to admit you were enjoying the view. His broadness of his back was so inviting it was begging to be kissed.

“I’d go for the green one,” you pointed.

“Really?”

“Really really. The colour looks good one you.”

He put it on and sat next to you on the bed. “So can I see you later?”

“Oh sorry, I’ve got a film to go to and then I have to get my plane.”

He was struggling to find the words. “Um, you can order room service if you want. Order anything.”

“Okay,” you were struggling to find words.

He kissed you and spent way too long parting from your lips.

“I’ll…miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, Dieter.”

*****

The flight back was probably worse than the one out to Sundance. The anxiety was now filled with longing. By the time you got home it was night.

The night brought with it darkness and sadness. You felt so empty now. Empty of the warmth you felt from protective arms. An agony was aching in your chest, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or not. You moved over to your bag and pulled out something. It was the shirt that Dieter carelessly threw onto the bed back at the hotel. You weren’t sure if he would notice its disappearance, but you didn’t care. You breathed in his scent, missing him so much. You fell asleep trying to imagine he was next to you.

*****

Dieter walked into his hotel room and noticed you weren’t there. He was slightly buzzed as champagne was handed out in celebration so he couldn’t help but have a glass or two. He was offered many lucrative parts in upcoming jobs but you weren’t around so his happiness was just a façade.

He fell onto the bed and rolled over to what was your side of the bed. He sniffed your pillow, but no familiar scent graced his nose and he whined, swatting at the pillow like a puppy. He couldn’t smell you and it made him sad. You weren’t here and it made him sad. You were home and he missed you.

He wondered if you’d be home yet. He looked around for his phone and somehow, he managed to find it in his drunken state. He listened to the dull ringing but instead of hearing your voice, it was just that annoying voice saying that the call couldn’t be taken at this time. There was no harm in leaving a message he decided.

“Hey…it’s me…are you there? Oh wait, you’d be asleep, sorry. You’re so pretty when you sleep. I like watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, in a…not creepy way. I wish you were here, no…I wish I was there because you’re there. Oh, I love you. Love you, love you, love you. And I wish I was there watching you sleep in a not creepy way. I should let you sleep now, okay? Love you…it’s Dieter by the way…”

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff

[templeofvengeance]

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜ (My Marc @ your Jake :') )

It's funny, Jake expected it to be a relief to go home. And it was-- he was eager to take a really, really long nap while the others lived their lives, not knowing a thing about this whole mess. But against his wildest imagination, there was something... bittersweet about it. Not about going home, but the idea that he might never return here.

Should never return here. He lived his fantasy, maybe this Marc lived one of his-- it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it should be done.

... Seems like Marc didn't quite agree.

Jake's standing in front of a brick wall, the nearest random thin spot in the fabric of reality. Like when the Ennead called its trial, the bricks seemed to magically separate like a gate, revealing a dark corridor that was supposed to leave home. And Marc was here to see him off, what a sap. (Both Khonshus were there as well-- the other Marc's had his arms crossed, glowering smuggly at his mirror image. Jake got the sense that the only reason it took so long to give him a way home was that the two asshole birds had to argue about how.)

My door is always open to you. Jake looked over his shoulder, unable to help but grin. "... I know now," he settled on saying, tipping his hat. "'Hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar, corazón."

And they would meet again.

[galaxy-lilies]

Karlnapity tattoo thoughts!

Sapnap is scared of needles and even though everyone has told him it's a totally different sensation, he's very hesitant to get tattoos bc of it.

Karl has his joke hand puppet tattoo

Quackity has full sleeves on both arms, telling the story of his life. His right knuckles each have a card suit, with a joker symbol on the thumb

The fiances go to get matching tattoos, each one gets a symbol of the other two, right on their left ring fingers (just in case the rings get lost (Karl) or stolen (Q) or melted (Sap))

Angstier tattoo ideas:

Quackity loses his wings in a very whumpy way that I'm too buzzed to think of right now, so he gets big huge intricate wings tattooed over his back

The fiances joke about Karl getting lost so often he should get "if found, please return to Quackity and Sapnap" tattooed on his arm. They would regret that just being a joke as Karl's memory fades and he can't remember why he has a little duck and a flame tattooed on one of his fingers

ANON I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THESE HEADCANONS!!!

karl and his hand puppet tattoo is always iconic and im just imagining during the session where theyre getting matching tattoos both sap and karl are like >_>;; about the needles while Q is just like "this is a walk in the park." He still comforts them though.

Since they cant really preen but Q still sometimes has the instinct to, karl and sap love to trace his huge tattoo on his back and initially he tensed because it brought back memories of the pain but the gentle touches and the cool feeling of karl's rings and the warm feeling of sap's hands against his back he slowly but surely relaxed.

Could you imagine if Karl liked to poke and trace the flame and duck tattoos to calm himself or just as a distraction thing so when he subconsciously starts to do it in a high stress moment there's a brief second where he realizes he doesnt know why there was a duck and flame tattoo there.

With Q with huge sleeves of tattoos not all of them are colored so sometimes he wakes up from a nap with karl sat by the bed / couch and just coloring in some of the tattoos for shits and giggles. Q is looking at him like "wtf dude" but it only earns a laugh from karl who always asked if Q liked his handiwork

"I even added my own additions!" "...Do i even want to know what that shape is?" "It's a mushroom Q, get your head out of the gutter."

[pure-garbage]

Oil And Water! Brawls Of The Cook And The Swordsman

Zoro and Sanji were always at each other's throats, but lately it was getting to be too much for Lana to stand.

"Dinner is served! Nami, Robin, Lana!"

Sanji's voice rang out across the Merry, calling all hands... or at least, it should have been all hands. Crew members started assembling at the mess. Lana couldn't help but notice that Zoro's frown was even deeper than usual and his hands were shoved firmly in his pockets.

"Are you a cook or a damn rooster?!" he demanded of Sanji the minute he set eyes on him. "Who told you to interrupt my nap with your crowing?"

"Who said you had to wake up and bring your sour attitude to dinner?" Sanji snapped back. "If you're tired, crawl back into whatever hole you were napping in and get back to it, you lazy sack!"

Zoro grumbled back but took a seat regardless. The table was as rowdy as ever. Robin was the exception, still skimming through her book as Sanji served her. He heaped food on her plate and flattery into her ears, drawing even more of Zoro's ire.

"What a sap... pathetic..."

Lana caught a bit of Zoro's mumbling and sighed.

'I used to enjoy meals,' she thought dolefully.

"... and for you, Lana sweetest..."

Sanji made his way around to Lana. She afforded him a tight smile while Zoro's scowl grew ever deeper.

"Do enjoy," Sanji smirked with a parting wink.

"I don't see how she could enjoy anything at this table, since it's all covered in drool from your shameless gawking!" Zoro growled.

"What was that?!" Sanji was quick to confront Zoro and the two were quite literally butting heads in the blink of an eye.

"What, you got fuzz in those big ears of yours? I need to repeat myself?!"

"You've got some nerve, you know that?!" Sanji fumed. "If anything's dampening the ladies' appetites, it's your nasty attitude!"

"My attitude?!"

"ENOUGH!"

Nami knocked their heads together, silencing them except for their continued complaints of pain. Lana, meanwhile, finished her food in what must have been record time for her.

"Alright, done! Thanks, good night!" she called on her way out.

Robin watched her flee with mild interest.

"Aw, she ate all her food before I could even ask if she would share her fish," Luffy mourned past a full mouth.

Robin looked on as Zoro huffed, turning his focus to his food. He even ignored Sanji's sly digs, not raising his eyes from his plate.

Robin had been nursing a theory for some time. Few things pleased her as much as forming a hypothesis that proved to be correct. The time had come, she felt, to test this one in the field.

"If you'll excuse me..."

"Sweet! If you're done, I'll take that!" Luffy delighted, reaching to grab her plate before she was clear of the table.

"Aw, Robin dear, is something the matter?" Sanji moped.

"Great work, fellas, you've managed to drive off all the decent company!" Nami fumed.

Robin left the liveliness behind, following Lana out into the open air of the night.

"Food not to your liking?" Robin asked playfully.

"Nah, the food's as good as ever," Lana sighed. "I just can't take any more of Zoro and Sanji's bickering!"

"They certainly have been locking horns more than usual."

"Ugh, right?! I was starting to wonder if I was imagining things."

"Not at all. Everyone's noticed by now."

"Morons. Why do men have to be such idiots?"

"It all comes down to motive. Once you know the cause, everything else starts to make sense."

"You say that like you know the cause," Lana observed with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, it's only a theory," Robin teased.

"So? Spill it."

"If you insist... I'll start by saying that I've observed a pattern to the boys' tiffs. Surely you must have noticed that it's usually the swordsman starting the trouble?"

Lana thought it over, recalling a string of recent incidents.

"Come to think of it, yeah. I have noticed that."

"So the next natural assumption would be that our dear cook has been doing something to cause bad blood between them. Any thoughts as to what that could be?"

"Uh..."

Lana racked her brain, but nothing came to mind.

"You got me on that one. If Sanji's acting differently, I can't say how."

"No, Sanji's the same as ever. If my theory is correct, the only change has been in Zoro."

"Now I'm confused. I'm not half the detective you are, Robin," Lana sighed. "Please don't make me work too hard for these answers."

"It's simple, really. Sanji hasn't changed at all. He's as flirtatious and cloying as ever."

"Yeah, he doesn't know when to give it a rest," Lana agreed.

"He may not be capable of giving it a rest," Robin chuckled. "In any case, Sanji's behavior hasn't changed... but the way Zoro feels about it has."

Lana caught on suddenly, realizing what Robin was getting at. It felt like a light bulb going off over her head, illuminating the entire murky situation.

"Oh my god! You don't mean... Zoro's pissed off over Sanji's flirting because... Zoro's got some kind of crush, or something..."

Robin nodded along coaxingly.

"... on Sanji?!"

Robin blinked rapidly a few times, then stared her crewmate down, unable to comprehend how Lana could have reached such a ridiculous conclusion given the evidence presented to her.

"Of course, it all makes sense now!" Lana cried, her expression desolate. "Zoro can't stand to see Sanji flirting with the girls because he's consumed by jealousy... he wants Sanji all to himself!"

Lana looked so dejected Robin thought she might be on the verge of tears.

'I'd better correct her before she starts crying.'

"Well, you're half-right," Robin tsked. "Zoro does seem to have developed quite the little crush... but not on Sanji."

"W-what? Really? If not Sanji, then... who?"

"You mean to tell me you really don't have a clue?" Robin demanded, disbelief beginning to creep into her tone. 'She's nearly as dense as Zoro.'

"You don't mean..."

Robin's true assertion showed through in the suggestive expression she flashed. Lana's cheeks flushed as she received the message and turned her eyes away over the bow.

"Robin, look, I... I think I see where you're going with this, but... please don't."

"What do you mean?"

"A theory is one thing. Speculation never hurt anyone, I guess, but we all have to keep sailing these waters together. Theories are fine, but as far as the heart is concerned, there are some things best left unsaid. Me and Zoro... I like that we're friends now. I don't want to risk souring that."

"Hm. That's very wise, Lana... and very cowardly, don't you think?" Robin observed chidingly.

"Maybe."

"Aren't you curious about what could be if you two ever had the nerve to speak the unspoken?" Robin went on, hoping to sway her.

"Who wouldn't be?" Lana admitted. "But it's my gamble, right? My heart on the line. My swordsman that I stand to lose if things don't work out."

"Of course," Robin sighed. Theory confirmed, she was content to concede for the time being. She thought Lana was making a mistake, but that was something the lockbreaker was likely to discover in her own time. "I'll leave you alone with your thoughts if that's what you want."

"No, I... I'd actually love some company, if you're not busy," Lana ventured.

"Well, this book isn't going to read itself," Robin teased. "But it's not going anywhere either."

Lana's smile reappeared.

"Thanks, Robin. And... thanks for sharing your theory with me. I hope I didn't let you down too badly."

"Only a little, but you're right. It's your life, after all," Robin smiled back graciously.

The next morning at breakfast, Sanji greeted the women of the straw hat crew with his usual barrage of flirtations and as usual, Zoro was in no mood to listen.

"Keep up the crap and I'll shove it all back down your throat, you sorry excuse for a cook!" Zoro snarled.

"What was that?! You moss-headed lump of-"

"Hey Zoro!"

Lana's voice cut through the blossoming argument, drawing the attention of both men. She raised her mug, beckoning.

"I know you're not one for coffee, but give this a try?"

"Huh? Oh. Thanks, but no thanks," Zoro replied, walking away from Sanji to take a seat next to Lana. "I can't drink that stuff."

"Really? You hate the taste that much?" Lana wondered.

"It's not that, I just can't deal with the side effects," he explained.

"Side effects? What, like.. from the caffeine?"

"I guess. Whatever it is, I'm not a fan. I get the shakes and my heart starts pounding. There's a lot of sweat too."

"Sounds bad. Maybe you have a sensitivity or something. I used to know a kid back in the town I was from who was like that."

"Could be. Whatever it is, it's never pretty," Zoro sighed.

Sanji chose that moment to break in.

"As opposed to you, Lana sweetest, always, unfailingly pretty. Marmalade?"

"Grr..."

The sound Zoro made was the closest Lana had ever heard a human come to actually growling.

"I'm good, Sanji. Too sweet for this early in the morning. But... I'm sure Nami would love some," Lana grinned. Sanji swept away at once.

"Naaaami..."

Lana glanced back at Zoro, still seething even though Sanji's attentions had shifted to their navigator.

"Hey, Zoro..."

Lana leaned close and whispered something in his ear. He listened closely, eyes growing wide as she went on. A smirk spread over his face, culminating in a laugh that he held back with his palm.

Robin smiled too, even without knowing what had been said. Even if Lana was too shy to reveal her feelings to Zoro, Robin got the sense that it woudn't be long before they came to light anyway.

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[thekingofthenameless]

24 FOR MERLIN AND CHARLIE

just imagining Merlin making something Charlie loves for his birthday 🩵

...and now I'm going on a tangent... I'm assuming they don't know Charlie's actual birthday? Did Merlin choose a random date for him? Maybe the day he found him???? 👀

And after so many years, do they still celebrate birthdays? Just something small with the two of them maybe?

Sorry this turned into like three questions lol-

Thanks for the ask! :D

24. What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer?

Merlin: Since he's a sap (affectionate), he considers spending time with his loved ones his birthday treat and/or gift despite the presents they give him. But... he does have a sweet spot for leavened cakes made of wheat and honey.

Charlie: One thing he loves almost as much as as Merlin is a well/freshly baked loaf of bread (which tickled his father endlessly when it was first discovered), so Merlin usually makes him one while understanding he won't get to taste his creation. But like Merlin, he cherishes spending time with his loved ones above all else.

So yes, Merlin does make something Charlie loves on his birthday!

As a reference/little tidbit, Merlin's birthday is Decenberr 17, 3532 B.C.; Charlie's is June 21st, 3522 B.C.! They're far older than me but they're my babies :) Merlin is 10 years older than Charlie, but since Charlie’s birthday comes first, Charlie is 9 years younger for five months. When Merlin’s birthday comes, they’re ten years apart again. For six months, until Charlie’s birthday reappears. 

They do know Charlie's birthday, actually! Merlin being the God of Magic means the powers relating to his domain are practically endless, and he was able to use magic to go back and view Charlie's birth and find out the day he was born. Like these two animatics from Epic the Musical's Love In Paradise, where Athena is trying to find Odysseus! :D Or like the Marvel show What If? when The Watcher/Uatu uses his powers, but I wasn't sure if you'd watched that lol.

They still celebrate birthdays! It usually is just the two of them, and they use each other's birthdays as an excuse to have a day off. They just cuddle and take a nap together, sometimes flying or teleporting to an uninhabited place like a grassy cliffside or a flower-filled meadow where they can just... relax without prying eyes or any worries. They savor those days, which is why they still look forward to them after all these years. If Charlie did have any culinary skills while in a human form, he'd definitely make the cakes Merlin likes, but his companion very much knows the lack of skill by now. Merlin still makes Charlie a loaf of bread unless something (aka periods) comes up and he can't. They love each other so much. 🥺

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @honeyxmonkey, @danhengsbestie

[ohwhataniight]

My only keepsake from that new age obsession

I went through during dark times

Was a meditation that said to imagine

A library extending to infinity

Both vertically and horizontally

Since then I carry this dream

More liberating than it may seem

I've locked us in a quiet dungeon

And swallowed the keys

We don't have to go to work

Or pay the bills

The walls are made of fragrant wood

The books are leatherbound

The upholstery smells like all the years

Like shelters people found

You take bites from a ripe plum

You whimper, lick the sap

I peel a peach, I taste the dew

And then we take a nap

And when I wake up, when I yawn

You bring us mugs of tea

We'll stay at home, away from all

We'll finally be free

Keep me in this dungeon

And please, let me indulge in

The library's noisy pantomime

Give me all those books, and give me time!

[necer0s]

More personal shit under the cut

I’m so fucking pissed right now. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect that at least part of my vacation should be spent relaxing, right? At minimum, one full day should have been free. But because my family has delusions of living out some city-person-ass farmer fantasy, instead I spend the entire week driving up the country for eight hours, boiling down maple sap into syrup, fixing up a shitty chicken coop, hauling heavy shit around, tossing cover crop into muddy fields during pouring rain, doing dishes that no one else can seem to be assed to do, and then drive eight more hours back home just in time to go back to my actual job. And on top of all that, I’m supposed to pretend like I’m excited for the most shitty half-assed birthday party imaginable where I get handed book 3 of a series that I’ve never heard of in my life. I am literally going to burn that book. No joke, I am going to put it with all the brush in my backyard that I could have been getting rid of if I didn’t have to put up with my family’s bullshit, And I am going to burn it. I have never burned a book before in my life and normally I would find the concept appalling, but right now it sounds like the only reasonable form of catharsis available to me. Because I can’t scream at them, I can’t shout at them, because then I’m the one who’s overreacting! I’m already the one who “didn’t get my nap today” and obviously that’s the only reason why I’m so cranky, it’s not at all because I’m in actual physical pain from lugging around too-heavy bags of seed or because the one thing I actually wanted to do with my family (play a single fucking game of Illimat) never happened. No. Obviously I’m cranky because I didn’t get my nap. As though I didn’t try, because I know better than any of these assholes just how screwed over I’m going to be when I have to adjust back from days to the night shift. As if I’m not the one who was told the wrong days to take off so that I spent ten days working in a row for no reason, and now I’m getting screwed on the other end as well. It’s infuriating. And all of it, all of it, has to stay inside or only come out in tiny little joking complaints. Because anything else would be too much and would become a whole thing where everyone else gets to tell me that they’ve had it worse, actually, and really they worked much harder than I did, and blah blah blah blah blah. As if I weren’t the only one who doesn’t actually give a shit about this nonsense farm vacation house. I’d be perfectly content taking my every vacation from here till forever as a staycation, but no. The family wants to raise and slaughter chickens, and make their own maple syrup, and have a tiny orchard of fruit trees, even if all of those cost more in supplies alone— not even the time and labor— than would be spent on just buying those products at a grocery store. And so here I am. Lying in bed, waiting to go home so I can go back to work with barely a day of rest, stewing and venting on the internet because nowhere else is available. Fuck. Fuck this, fuck them, fuck it all.