#sir. sleepy mode

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Aw shit, sorry hold on- gotta hit the werehog idle animation.

[syddsatyrn]

⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter Two: Emotions Unveiled

Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.

⛧Words: 2.5K

⛧Summary: Feelings surface and the line between duty and desire begins to blur. Admitting your feelings to the King of Hell could be the best or worst thing that's ever happened to you. Lucifer battles with his own internal struggles in silence.

⛧Notes: Ask and you shall receive, my dears! You all asked me for a part two so here we go! Keep an eye out for my next fic because its time for some Alastor content! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and she deserve all the rainbows and cupcakes.

⛧Tag list: @loslox @tiedyedghoulette @naiadic

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As the soft rays of the morning sun seeped through the velvet curtains, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times, adjusting to the gentle light. Despite the room still cloaked in soothing darkness, you knew you were in Lucifer's room. It takes you a moment to recall last night's events. You feel his breath on the back of your neck and his arm around your midsection. You can feel your face get hotter with every detail you take in. He is comfortably curled up behind you sound asleep. He needs rest, you’re afraid to move a muscle and wake him. You look over at the clock on the wall, you both are extremely late for breakfast.

“...Shit.” You say under your breath. Lucifer begins to move slightly, he lets out a soft hum and holds you just a bit closer. You can’t tell if he’s awake or not, even though you truly did not want to get out of bed, it had to be done. You slowly sit up and turn around, you almost place your hand on his shoulder but you take a moment to admire his sweet sleeping face. Instead, you gently place your hand on his cheek. Lucifer’s eyes flutter open, he meets your gaze and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Good morning…” He says softly while holding your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek. You wanted to pull away, but his eyes made you want to just crawl back into his arms and go back to sleep.

“G-Good Morning, sir.” You stutter a little, Lucifer’s smile turns into a small smirk, he is amused by how flustered you are. He finally lets go and you try to compose yourself, but it's hard to do so when he looks so cute.

“I’ll go get some coffee, it looks like we slept in.” You finally break the spell he had on you and crawl out of his bed. When you leave, Lucifer immediately misses your presence close to him, having you next to him made a significant difference in his mood and sleep. It was the first time he’d felt the warmth of another person in a long time, and now that he’s had a taste, he wants more.

You head down the hall to your room, when you enter you quickly shut the door, thankful no one saw you. You get dressed in your uniform and head downstairs to the kitchen. While you made coffee, the staff were surprised to see you so late into the morning. You make up a quick excuse, stating you were not feeling well but you’re doing much better now so it's nothing to worry about.

You take two cups of coffee upstairs on a silver tray, and you do your best to mentally shift into work mode, but you can't stop thinking about last night. You return to his room, the king is still in bed, sporting a satisfied look on his face. You hand him his coffee and place the tray on the bedside table. 

“Thank you, my dear.” He says and gestures for you to sit on the bed, so you take your cup from the tray and have a seat.

“I want to apologize.” You start, and he looks at you with a raised brow. “I shouldn't have fallen asleep in your quarters. That was inappropriate of me.”

“I’m gonna stop you there, you do exactly what is asked of you. Everything you do is for my benefit. I could never be upset with you for something like that.” He says with a gentle voice. His gold eyes soften as he realizes you’re being serious.

“Thank you…” You reply, just barely above a whisper. His words made you feel a little better, you only want to do what's best for your king…but sometimes you can get carried away. You would do anything for him, that includes bending the rules.

“Now stop sulking.” He says and crawls over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. He is seated rather close, you look away trying to hide your red face. He turns your face back towards him using his index finger and thumb. “You’re too pretty to be so sad.”

“Y-You forget yourself, sir.” You stutter, barely keeping it together. You finish your coffee and return the cup to the tray. When you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe, Lucifer chuckles at your attempt to remain dignified. He is knocking down walls with the way he speaks to you. Breaking down each professional boundary one at a time. His touch was setting you on fire and you were running out of ways to extinguish it.

You sort through his clothes and pull out a black suit with red and white embellishments. You set it on the corner of the bed like you always do. “I’ll make sure I have your lunch ready for you in your study, sir” You say quickly, with a red blush spread across your face, you take the tray and quickly excuse yourself.

You rush down the hall and back to your room. Your chest heaves and you're out of breath. What in the devil's name happened there?! He looked like he was going to kiss you, his face was so close and he called you pretty! What is this idiot doing? You cover your face with your sleeves and pace back and forth in your room.

You always prided yourself on your composure. You navigate life’s twists and turns with a steady hand and a level head. At first, you brushed off these fluttering feelings as a mere passing fancy. You find yourself in front of a mental crossroads, on one hand, there is the exhilarating rush of new emotions. On the other was fear of rejection, an unconventional relationship, and possible heartbreak. If you ruin what you have with Lucifer, you will end up with nothing. All your years climbing the hierarchy would be null and void.

But what if it was possible? No, it couldn't be, there was just no way. As far as you are aware, you’ve never heard of such a situation that ended well. This can’t possibly be happening, you need some time to sort yourself out. But at some point, you are going to see him again today and you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. You always buried your feelings deep within your heart, locking them away like a precious treasure hidden from prying eyes. You’d like to think you're capable of continuing this facade, but this time you are not so sure.

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Lucifer sighs as you leave the room, your reactions are rather fascinating though. He gets up and takes his clothes to the bathroom to dress himself. Lucifer is well aware of the power dynamic here, and he has a habit of pushing things as far as he can. It comes with the territory of normally having anything he wants. He buttons his vest and looks at himself in the mirror. So what if he had a thing for his advisor? He wonders if he’s just lonely and that’s why he’s acting this way…even if that was true, it wouldn’t explain the relief he feels every time you enter a room. He puts on his coat, straightens his hat, and leaves his room to spend time in his study. 

He opens the door and notices his lunch is sitting on his desk along with some invoices to sign and an overview of yesterday's meeting. This is unusual, you normally bring him his meal and check in on his daily progress at this time. This is cause for concern, indeed. Was Y/N avoiding him? Surely that can't be true, they would never just ignore him like that. He slumps into his chair, wondering if he messed up somehow. 

Did he ruin the years of trust they had built? He still wants her around, he would hate the idea of anyone else taking your place. The more he thought about it the more the pit in his stomach grew. He attempts to eat but can’t put down much food, his nerves are making it difficult to eat. He needs to find you and apologize, he has to make this right somehow. 

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Hours go by and you’ve done your best to avoid Lucifer at all costs, but you can't keep this up forever. You are standing on a large balcony in the dining room wearing your pajamas. The sun has set and the stars are visible in the sky, there is a chill in the air. You let out a defeated sigh, you’re going to have to tell him or forget about your feelings completely. You fear that if you confessed your love, the delicate threads that bind you both together would fray and snap. If you forget and try to move on, how bad is it going to hurt when he finds a new love? It would ache so bad you might have to leave his manor entirely, you knew that if that were to happen, it would shatter Lucifer's heart.

You feel a few drops of rain fall on your skin, and as each minute passes the rain becomes heavier and heavier. You look out into the courtyard, it’s getting late and you should be heading inside but you stand there, tears in your eyes. How could you be so foolish and self-centered? You knew the rules and you chose to defy them, it's your own fault you feel so awful.

Suddenly the rain is no longer hitting you, you don't feel the cold drops on your face anymore. You turn around and Lucifer is standing in the doorway, his large wing covers you, shielding you from the rain.

“Hey…Can we talk?” He says with a soft look of concern on his face. You nod while wiping your face with your sleeves, he motions for you to come back inside. He walks slightly ahead of you, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He opens the door for you and gives you a small half-smile. Lucifer walks over to his desk and pours you both a glass of bourbon. He hands you a glass and you take a seat at the small table next to the window. He sits across from you, you can tell he's a bit anxious because he keeps looking away. You take a sip from your drink, hoping the alcohol will settle your nerves. 

The ambiance of the dimly lit room, the soft glow of candlelight danced upon his face. With a hesitant breath, Lucifer cleared his throat. 

“I need to apologize to you,” Lucifer says with a despairing look on his face. “I’m sure you’ve felt confused and in distress all day.” He takes a sip of his drink while trying to find the right words. “Before I begin, let me just say that I think so highly of you. Y/N, you’ve been there for me during every awful situation I’ve faced and I am so grateful for you.”

He grabs your hand and his expression changes to a more serious one. “I don't want you to leave my side. I couldn’t bear it if I did something to make you leave.”

“Sir, I–” You try to speak but Lucifer interrupts you.

“Y/N. I need you to drop the formalities for ten minutes, please.” He cuts you off and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Is there something going on between us or am I just a lonely, divorced, delusional, man making it all up in my head so I don't feel so shitty about my life?”

You are shocked by his words, you had no idea he felt that way about himself. 

“You’re not delusional, Lucifer.” You answer, it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts and put them in order. “It's all my fault, really. I guess after all this time I’ve developed some feelings.”

Lucifer’s eyes widen, his face softens and he squeezes your hand and you look back into his eyes with a small smile. “I think I just got carried away, I know nothing can happen between us. It would be unacceptable and irredeemable. I’m the delusional one, to think you could ever love someone like me.” You reply while looking down at your drink, your finger toying with the rim of the glass.

Without a word, without warning, Lucifer leaned over the table and grabbed ahold of your shirt. He pulls you close so that you are face to face, leaning over the table. You could feel his breath on your lips as he said, “Love doesn't adhere to rules or expectations, darling. I will choose to defy every convention, every decree if it means I get to spend the rest of my life devoted to someone I love.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, he slowly closed the gap between you both. His lips softly pressed against yours. Time stopped in that moment, amidst the chaos of entangled emotions. The taste was bittersweet, you’ve only ever dreamed of this. His hand lets go of your shirt and caresses your face. You kiss him back with fervor, a silent confession that speaks volumes. Both of you daring to defy the boundaries of monarchy and courtier.

You lace your fingers with his, he stands up and pulls you out of your seat. You practically fell into his arms, Lucifer held the back of your head, the other arm wrapped around your waist.

Your tears flowed freely as you hid your face in his chest. He holds you tight, offering you silent comfort as you let out quiet sobs. Lucifer strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize…” He says, barely above a whisper. “Just let me take care of you for once, my love.” Before you can protest, Lucifer scoops you up and gently places you on his bed. He climbs in and pulls the covers over you both. He wipes your tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve and smiles at you while you take the time you need to calm down. 

“C’mon, babe say something…You’re killing me.” He says, waiting for you to speak with bated breath.

“I love you…” You say between staggered breaths. Your eyes are locked on his, somehow Lucifer blows through the many walls you’ve put up to prevent this and you are left bare and vulnerable. It is terrifying, being this helplessly in love. Bearing the fragments of your heart to the person who held it entirely.

“I love you too, dummy.” His smile is sweet like saccharine, his voice is smooth like silk. Your lips met his once more while your fingers card through his hair. He kept you as close as possible, and in the hush of the night amidst the whispered confessions, you and your king curled up together and fell asleep once again in each other's arms. No sovereign, demon or angel could pull you two apart even if they tried. 

[the-teufort-nine]

Please sir, a horny one for defense to complete the set!

Defense Classes | The Final Three Mercs' Horny Headcanons

NSFW Below!

Heavy:

<3 Listen: this guy grew up in a terrible environment, and then lived with his Mom and sisters before he eventually left to go support them, so he's never really had a chance to have some 'alone' time until he was living away from home.

<3 Pretty pent up, so when he does finally get a chance to jerk it, you better believe he's taking advantage of it.

<3 Like Soldier, he's a pretty private guy. He likes to kiss or hold his partner, but anything beyond that is kept behind closed doors.

<3 Pretty quiet at first, but gets loud after a while, but only if he knows that he's not gonna be heard. Likes to make his partner be noisy tho. ;)

<3 BIG guy. Loves to see his dick give his partner a tummy bulge. Cums sooo much that his partner probably ends up looking pregnant, which usually gets him hard again.

<3 Super into cute outfits and lacy things, but also really likes it when his partner wears his shirt as a nightgown.

<3 Another aftercare king. Will literally research how to be a better lover if he feels like his partner isn't getting enough care (a baseless fear, this man is perfect)

Demo:

<3 You know how alcohol, in high quantities, can negatively impact your sex drive? Yeah, Demo's body is so reliant on alcohol that it actually swings back around and boosts it.

<3 Jerks off usually once a day, for most of the week. If he has a partner, though, he likes to go on for as long as possible, since his job doesn't afford him a lot of personal time.

<3 Likes to give almost more than he likes to recieve. Getting his partner to cum usually gets him off, too.

<3 Loud when he's drunk, loud when he's getting his rocks off. Doesn't even try to hide it.

<3 Really likes to make out with his partner while he's fucking them, kissing along their neck and running his hands across their body. Big thigh and tummy guy, I could see him doing thigh-fucking.

<3 Likes themed slutty outfits and crop tops. Also loves stockings.

<3 Sleepy snuggles post clean up is a must. He's not a smash 'n dash typa guy, he want's to be close to his partner for as long as he can be.

Engineer:

<3 Honestly? This man needs to jerk off wayyyy more than he does.

<3 He's so absorbed in his work that he usually forgets to take care of his needs, and that ends up affecting his mood and performance.

<3 When he finally does take a break, he's gonna put the Gunslinger to work. I know that thing has a vibration mode; I feel it in my bones. That, or he'd make a custom-built sex toy.

<3 If he's got a partner though? Yeah, say goodbye to the very concept of walking. They're getting lured into his workshop and bent over the nearest surface ASAP.

<3 B R E E D I N G K I N K. Want's to be a dad sooo bad, and nothing turns him on more than imagining his partner being nice 'n round with his baby. Him being so pent up means that he's gonna be dumping loads of cum into his partner, so if he can get them pregnant, he will.

<3 Heavily into praising his partner. Will call them every sweet Southern name in the book while he's pounding into them. Utilizes the Gunslinger to make his partner cum as much as possible, leaving them overstimulated and twitching by the time he's done.

<3 Mostly keeps his voice down, but is known to yell or curse when he's cumming. Works very hard to make his partner scream, in a good way, of course. ;)

<3 Believes in the cowboy hat code. If you wanna get him away from his work, just steal his hat and put it on your head. He'll get the message.

<3 Cleans you up afterwards and practically worships you. If you can manage to ask for something, he'll get it for you right away.

[kawaiiblossoms04]

NeXT on A Day in a Life—Dating Nanami Kento: A Love Story in Financial Planning Pt. 5 | Nanami x Reader

The "Nanami is Secretly Down Bad" Moment

He says he’s not codependent. Spoiler: He’s a liar and we all know it.

Before the Trip: The Calm Before the Chaos

You’re ditching town for a weekend. A quick girls’ trip to Miami—three days, no biggie.

But Nanami? Oh, he’s about to suffer. And you knew it. Did that stop you from packing your bags and peacing out?

Absolutely not.

He’s in the doorway, watching you zip your suitcase with that blank, stoic face. Unbothered, right? WRONG. You’ve been with him long enough to see through the act. He’s stiff as hell, checking his watch like it’s a lifeline, probably mentally scheduling his misery without you.

You smirk, batting your eyes up at him as you zip the last bag.

“We’re not codependent,” he says, voice flat. “Enjoy yourself.”

You cross your arms, squinting. “You sure? You’re not gonna shrivel up and die without me?”

He inhales deeply, adjusts his glasses, and gives you that unimpressed look. “I think I’ll manage.”

Bold-faced lie.

He acts like you’re dramatic, like he’s not the most routined man alive, like your absence won’t turn his world into quiet, suffocating chaos. Like he doesn’t need you more than he’ll ever admit.

“Mmm-hmm. Okay, honey,” you say, smirking as you tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Call if you need anything.”

“I will,” you hum. But you won’t.

You step out. The lock clicks. He’s alone. Just like before you ruined his sad bachelor life.

Day One: The Standoff Begins 🏝️

You land in Miami and flip the switch to Hot Girl Vacation Mode. Sunglasses? On. Beach pics? Snapped. Mimosas? Unlimited. Your girls are unstoppable:

✅ Matching bikinis

✅ Ratchet playlist blasting

✅ Group chat popping OFF

Text Nanami? Nah. Not because you don’t miss him—you do—but because you want him to crack first.

Meanwhile, back home, Nanami’s world is crumbling. Coffee? Bitter. Tie? Too tight. He almost forgets his phone—unheard of for this man. Dinner’s pathetic—he ate in record time, and then he just… sits there, staring at your empty chair like it’s mocking him. No one’s around to argue about pineapple on pizza. The silence is deafening.

He almost texts you. Instead, he Zelles you $50 for “snacks.”

You, three mimosas deep at brunch, see it and cackle.

Nobara snatches your phone: “SIR. JUST SAY YOU MISS HER.”

Mei Mei, sipping her overpriced cocktail: “Weak. Absolutely weak.”

Nobara: “DO NOT RESPOND. Let him suffer.”

You don’t. He’s stewing. You’re thriving.

Day Two: Petty War Escalates 🌴

Nanami’s checking his phone like a lunatic:

* Work email

* Work email

* Spam

* Crickets

Where’s your text? He’s unraveling.

Meanwhile, you wake up off. No warm Nanami next to you. No sleepy “good morning” in your ear. No perfect coffee on the counter. You check your phone—no text from him either. Oh? A standoff? BET.

You snap a 🔥 beach selfie and post it: “Living my best life 🏝️✨.” You know he’s watching. You know he’s suffering. He probably saw it and yeeted his phone across the room.

Mei Mei and Nobara bet money on who cracks by tomorrow. They pitch evil ideas—“Post a random dude’s shoulder! No, no do a twerk video!”—but you shut it down. You’d like to live when you get home, thanks.

Day Three: You Fold (But He’s Worse) 📱

Your girls are screaming “DON’T CALL FIRST!” And you love your girls, but you had to remember—these heifers are single for a reason. You miss his voice, his warm stiff hugs, his everything. Fine. You FaceTime him.

He answers so fast the first ring doesn’t even finish.

You blink. “…You okay?”

He rubs his temple, stiff as ever. “…It’s quiet.”

OH. HE SUFFERED.

“Surviving?” you tease.

“…Barely.”

OH MY GOD.

You giggle, warmth flooding your chest. He missed you bad. You talk for an hour—he listens, hums, relaxes when you say you’re back tomorrow.

This man looked like you had just saved his life.

Then you get cocky: “Thought you weren’t codependent?”

He HANGS UP. SIR. DID HE JUST—

You’re cackling. He’s never living this down.

Nobara roasts you: “YOU FOLDED?? AFTER ALL THAT WORK?!”

Mei Mei: “Unbelievable. A tragic fall from grace.”

The Airport Reunion: He’s Whipped ✈️

Nanami’s there early—he’s not risking another second without you. You spot him at baggage claim and book it across the terminal. Nobara and Mei Mei record it like sports commentators:

Nobara: “And there she goes FULL SPEED—”

You crash into his arms.

Nobara: "OH, SHE'S IN HIS ARMS. SHE'S GONE, FOLKS."

Mei Mei: “Weak. Absolutely weak.”

Nanami smirks, voice smooth: “I knew you’d miss me first.”

Smug bastard. You smack his chest, but he just holds you tighter, sighing into your hair like he’s been holding his breath for days.

“Thought you weren’t codependent?”

“Don’t start,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead.

THIS MAN IS WEAK FOR YOU.

You cling tighter. You missed him more than anything. You love this stupid, stubborn, emotionally repressed man.

Nobara: “SHE LOST THE WAR.”

Mei Mei: “But at least she got a man. completely unfazed. "Now, run me my money."

Nobara blinks. "Huh?"

Mei Mei holds up her phone. "That bet we made? She'll crack on day three. I was right. Cash App me. Now."

Nobara groans, pulling out her phone while grumbling about betrayal. "I hope your pillow is hot on both sides tonight."

Homecoming: He’s Down BAD 🛏️

You drive home, grinning, his hand in yours the whole way. The door slams shut, and he’s on you like a goddamn animal—clothes ripped off, your shirt barely hitting the floor before he’s got you shoved against the wall, pants yanked down, his cock already hard and pressing into you. No preamble, no patience—he hikes your legs around his waist and thrusts in, deep and rough, filling you so fast you choke on a moan. “Three fucking days,” he growls against your throat, teeth sinking in as he pounds you relentless—wet, sloppy sounds mixing with your gasps and his ragged grunts.

He drags you to the bed, flips you over, and goes harder—hands bruising your hips, cock slamming into you balls-deep, the headboard banging against the wall like it’s about to snap. You’re a mess—screaming his name, clawing the sheets, dripping down your thighs as he fucks you stupid, every thrust hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. He’s not quiet either—low, filthy groans spill out, “You feel so fucking good,” and “Missed this tight little pussy,” slipping past that stoic mask he’s worn all weekend. He pulls out just to flip you again, spreads your legs wide, and eats you out like a man starved—tongue plunging deep, sucking your clit until you’re thrashing, coming on his face while he laps it up like it’s his last meal. Then he’s back inside, fucking you through the aftershocks, relentless, until you’re begging—cumming again, walls clenching around him as he finally snaps, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken, “I missed you,” he whispers, so low you almost miss it as his hips jerk through every pulse.

Now he’s half-dead, spent and sweaty, dragging you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you like a damn koala, bare chest pressed to your back.

You’re a disaster—hair fucked-out, legs trembling, cum leaking onto the tangled sheets—but you’re grinning, dazed and smug, as he nuzzles your neck, panting. “Missed you too,” you murmur back. His arms lock around you, possessive as hell, lips brushing your skin with a lazy, “Don’t leave me again,” that’s half-threat, half-plea.

A POUT. You smirk. “Wasn’t it efficient?”

“It was unnecessary,” he deadpans.

You snort, beaming as he fights a smile.

You snorted at him, beaming as he fought back his smile.

"Unnecessary, huh?"

He nodded, turning onto his side, wrapping his arm tighter around your frame.

His lips brush your cheek. His baritone was tired, worn, but deeply fond.

"You're home now," he exhaled, relaxing as sleep started to consume him. "That's all that matters."

HE.

WASN'T GOING TO COMMIT TO HIMSELF.

This man is so insecure about needing you, he would rather deny it until he dies.

“So no more girls’ trips?”

“Not for a while,” he hums, fading to sleep, arms pulling you against his warm frame. He buries his face in your neck, humming softly.

You melt. “I love you,” you mumble, kissing his nose.

He doesn’t say it back—doesn’t need to. Those honey-whiskey eyes open just a crack, staring into your soul as his fingers brush the ends of your hair. You’re safe. You’re loved. His small smile says it all as he drifts off.

Damn, this man.

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Weeks later, he slips a “placeholder” ring (promises ring) on your finger, ears pink, muttering it’s no big deal. Spoiler: It’s a huge deal. You’re his, and he’s yours—codependent or not, he’s never letting you go.

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Stay tuned because next time on... Dating Nanami Kento

Your sweet stoic boyfriend might just give you something more than you bargained for.

In case you missed Part 3 & Part 4

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[heyitsme1040]

Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about

Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!

Have a good night!

This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.

How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired

feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson

AO3 (x)

Tony Stark

He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.  When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.  Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.  "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you. 

Bucky Barnes

You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes.  "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”  “You're important,” he said disapprovingly.  “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”  You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.  Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.  His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.  He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.  “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.

©heyitsme1040 If you find this post on any platform under a username different than heyitsme1040 it is not their work.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

hey, sleepy! hope you’re having a wonderful day :)

If im not mistaken, you were/are studying visual art in college (correct me if i’m wrong), and id be glad to know your opinion about it: would you say that the college helped you to improve your art? (1-10)

im about to finish school and i do want to work with art, yet, im uncertain about colleges and what they will be offering (if the content will be taught by fundamentals to coloring or character design)

tysm! all the best 🩷 keep going w the inktober drawings, they’re amazing

Hello! Hope you have a wonderful day as well!

Okay so yes I did go to visual art college. However, the thing is, I major and got my bachelor degree in "Visual Communication Design" the emphasis being the "Communication" here. So we study communication through visual arts. I learn to not only make art to only be understood by me, but also by everyone else. The lecturers taught psychology, perception, and so much more!

It actually depends on yourself. I personally would categorize the art college experience in 3 categories : PERSONAL, FRIENDSHIP, and LECTURER aspect. (This is my own personal experience in college in Indonesia. Your college and the culture in your country might be different)

PERSONAL ASPECT - Art college will assign you with countless assignments. With hundreds of drawings every year. It depends on me to half-ass it or give it my all. Giving it my all means I study what I'm supposed to be drawing, and work with what I can do and can't do. Say, there's an assignment to make a comic about traditional medicines in Indonesia. I learn to research. What should people who read it know? What's not required. Which one is just additional information? I learn to organize/put hierarchy on information. Now that I know which one is important and which ones don't, I have to convey it through drawings. Now that's the thing I study. On the other hand, I myself developed my own artstyle as the assignments go. You draw SO DAMN MUCH by the second/third year my artstyle has finally gotten established (plus as some of you may know, I also started drawing CoD fanarts as sleepyconfusedpotato in Tumblr around the start of college, so GhostJade also helped me find my own artstyle). So the lecturers don't really TEACH you much about drawing. They give you lessons and assignments so you can learn to draw by yourself. What you need to do is to learn how to study - develop your brain so it's always in constant learning mode.

FRIENDSHIP ASPECT - Art college HUMBLED me. When I was in high school, I was THE art kid of the class, but when I got into art college, I was just a speck of dust! I meet more developed friends and even more experienced friends who've achieved more. HOWEVER, the college experience is to experience it with friends. In Indonesia we tend to do the art assignments together, lend art supplies together, go to cafe's together. Work independently together in a communal way. I learn to ask friends what they think, and what they think should be improved. I can't tell you how much my friends' comments and ideas have broken me out of art block. A second, third, fourth opinion is always a good additional consideration. Because they see our art without knowing what's inside our brain. They're good test screening for audiences.

LECTURER ASPECT - Lecturers are there to GIVE YOU OPPORTUNITIES. Makes you a better thinker, and gives comments about our drawings. They give the final feedbacks. To make use of the lecturers, CHASE THE LECTURERS. Ask them stuff, make their knowledge yours. Another thing is, lecturers are usually famous people/known experts in their fields. Ask them for opportunities. "Sir can I join you in one of your researches?" "Ma'am do you know a good resource/book if I want to learn about this?" "Sir, do you know people from this field that I can contact so I can start working with them? I'm interested in what they do and I think it'd be exciting to work under their guidance." From there, your connection to the art world BEYOND your college will broaden. Your lecturers can even write recommendation letters! You'll get to go to internships in various companies/studios with their recommendations. This can fill up your portfolio and CV for when you've graduated from college. College is first and foremost a Field of Opportunities. Student Exchanges! Researches! Guest Lecturers! The lecturers are your doors towards these things. ----

SO. After I yap so much, I guess the final thing I can say is this : College experience won't be much different if you just stay still and work alone. As much as an introvert I am, I learn to communicate with others, how to befriend people, how to communicate with experts respectfully, etc. I learned that if I want to thrive in art for life, I need to make use of this college experience, make the 4 years I spend in this institution worth my time.

So that's what I can share! Once again, I want to remind that this is my Indonesian college experience. Your college culture might be different, but college is supposed to help you grow.

PHEW I yapped a bit there, but thank you for asking!

[digital-nocturne]

Stony {Wingfic/Drabble}

Take me back to 2012 with the Avengers wingfics, and the shenanigans, I miss them dearly. Get Thor some pop-tarts, make Tony throw a crazy party. And get Clint back in those goddamn vents.

Steve's wings are based off of a barn owls, Peters wings are based on a Boreal Chickadee, and Tonys are based off of an osprey, I only picked those birds for visuals I did no bird research oops.

WARNINGS: Mpreg(nobody's actively pregnant- but Morgan and Peter are there so..Steve popped out some kids hooray)

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Tony steps out of the elevator, he'd been to three press conferences that day. Most of the other avengers had prior engagements, or simply couldn't attend and having all eyes on him, well he loved it, its exhausting to say the least. "J, put me and Steve's floor on blackout mode will you? And if anyone asks just say me and Steve needed some alone time or somethin'..." Tony yawns, peeling articles of his suit off as he walks. His large brown wings stretching out, joints creaking. "Of course sir. Shall I inform Mr. Rogers of your return?" "No, I got it J." Tony sleepily makes his way down the hall, stopping in front of the door to his and Steve's bedroom. He hears quiet shuffling, and the occasional chirp or coo. Tony grins to himself slowly opening the door, breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. Steve is in the center of their large circular 'nest' bed, his wings rested comfortably against his back. Their youngest child Morgan, tucked to his chest, her little downy wings splayed out as she snores. Steve's hand running gently over the fuzzy white feathers. Peter, their oldest is awake cuddled against Steve's back protectively, hiding under one of Steve's wings. "Hi gorgeous." Tony purrs, not missing the way the tips of Steve's ears flush pink. "Mind if I join you?" Peter perks up at the sound of Tonys voice, the 7 year old smiles big. "Daddy! You're home!" "Hey Petey- you protect mama while I was gone, hm?" "I did daddy! I stayed with mama and watched him and Morgan all day." Peter crawls out from under Steve's wing and sits up, puffing up his little wings with pride. Tonys heart swells. "That'a boy" He plants a kiss right on Peters forehead, ruffling his hair a bit. "And how my little lady?" Tony leans down looking at Morgan's scrunched sleepy face. "Sleepy and hungry usual..." Steve hums "Hi baby." he leans up catching Tonys lips in a chaste kiss, feathers ruffling a bit. Peter scrunches his nose a bit, poking his tongue out. Tony chuckles and playfully pinches Peters cheek. "Petey, love you lots, but you're gonna have to scoot. That's daddy's spot." He hoists Peter up, gently laying him in front of Steve, before saddling up behind Steve. Wings curling over all four of them, cocooning his family. Steve chirps softly in contentment, "How'd the conferences go?" "Exhausting..." Tony sighs, tucking his nose to the back of Steve's neck, slowly inhaling his scent. "Mm...I'm just glad to be back here with our babies, and my beautiful husband." He purrs, pressing a few kisses to Steve's neck. "I wish I could've gone with you love, I just-" Tony cuts Steve off, "No. I'm glad you stayed here, I prefer you safe at home with the kids." He couldn't even imagine his anxiety if Steve was there with their babies in tow, just the idea makes him queasy. "I wish you could be a stay at home mama forever..." Steve laughs, "yeah I know...I know." He cranes his neck, trying to peek at Tony, who's tucked behind him. "I love you so much..." Tony smiles, anxieties eased, heart full. "I love you too." He presses a soft kiss to the mole on Steve's neck "More than you'll ever know."

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let me know what kind of stuff you'd want me to write or else I fear I'll just write more shitty wingfic drabbles. I have trouble coming up with ideas so any suggestions are appreciated.

[maoisarap]

i've reached 200(+) nicknames for my maos nowww!! :D

puns. stolen trickstar song titles. cornish words. cornish words that are mixed together. cheesy and cliché. made up words to make more nicknames for my boyfriend!

1. cherry

2. bubba

3. bubbles

4. maolicious

5. cat asteroid

6. maorshmaollow

7. boyfie

8. more-than-boyfie

9. jammy

10. princy

11. finder boy

12. boyub

13. keresen

14. squishy

15. huggleberry

16. maosie

17. maom

18. maomao

19. loverboy

20. isarangel

21. beanboy

22. maowow

23. mao meow maow

24. kissara

25. kissarable

26. cherryling

27. meow kissara

28. meow hissara

29. maobub

30. yummao

31. infinite star

32. chaser

33. catboy

34. fizzy crush

35. maonty

36. maonkey

37. foxstar

38. sunshine

39. maonga

40. only my star

41. maogician

42. my protagonist

43. mister prettyguy (of enstars)

44. mister romaontic

45. maokoy

46. goober

47. goofball

48. gooey

49. personal heater

50. cherry darey

51. my heart beater

52. always my pres

53. caramaol

54. kipking

55. maoling

56. tesek

57. murin

58. my guy

59. helghor

60. curimaos

61. redcurrant

62. raspberry muffin

63. sugarberry

64. cherry cake

65. favourite

66. meow star

67. sweetheart

68. teddy bear

69. cutieful

70. cutestar

71. worry wart king

72. my one and only

73. handsomao

74. silly silly

75. soulmaote

76. mimi

77. squikal

78. mimir

79. kingling

80. sweet cake

81. treasure

82. catbat

83. fluffball

84. love

85. other half

86. my flame

87. bumblemao

88. cuddle heart

89. huggle machine

90. my guy

91. lovecat

92. giant teddy

93. wonderstar

94. trickyberry

95. maomie

96. maomir

97. angel star

98. maobee

99. shining moon

100. best boy

101. bubba wubba

102. booper

103. booper goofer

104. maomerwer

105. maomoomao

106. cherry bonbon

107. puffy

108. puffball

109. myoomers

110. maomboo

111. maomoo

112. number one

113. cherrub

114. cherrylover

115. hotfie (was a typo of boyfie. now a nn.)

116. bonbon

117. bonnie

118. heartsplash

119. everything

120. lovelies

121. lovies

122. bubbie

123. my king

124. diamond

125. diamond summer

126. stardust

127. myaom

128. smaortie

129. bubboo

130. firefly

131. roseheart

132. gummie bear

133. cubbie

134. little noodle

135. nuggie

136. my robin

137. squishy bear

138. silly sally

139. silly seal

140. sleepy sheepy

141. heartbeater

142. sally the seal

143. bibby

144. tomato boy (when he get's blushy~ hehe)

145. maoshroom

146. captain

147. fluffy

148. dreamer

149. jelly bean

150. knight in starry armour

151. my hero

152. partner in chaos

153. love bug

154. lion (when his hair is down and gone fluff mode!)

155. life partner

156. sir sing-along

157. sir-loves-a-lot

158. candy cane

159. sweets

160. light of my life

161. royalstar

162. dream star

163. prince perfect

164. my mao

165. sweet singer

166. sourball (when he's upset or whiny~)

167. stimmao

168. maotism

169. hopper bopper

170. demaon

171. goofbear

172. maosir

173. buggles

174. cheeky meeky

175. isaradorable

176. maosical

177. istaras

178. lucky meow

179. maonster

180. lucky maonster

181. safety cappy

182. meowskers

183. gooshoo

184. maomsie

185. nerd

186. kiss king

187. bubs

188. sugarball

189. babe

190. bubs-a-lot

191. wooshles

192. tallbie (because he's taller than ~me~)

193. maocaw

194. cute-sirly

195. melon man

196. boofer doof

197. leader

198. silly-butt

199. pik pik

200. mushie mushie

201. sunny bubby

202. maopie

[borrowedtimeandspace]

To All a Good Night

AU: The Donna Trilogy | If I Could Turn Back Time

Note: Merry Christmas! Oh, too early? Um, Happy Mother's Day! ...Still too early? Welp.

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London, 1851

Christmas dinner was pleasant.

The Doctor hadn't been to one, a proper one, since the Powell Estate. Since the Tylers. Since Rose…

It really did hit the spot, though. Particularly after yet another valiant effort to save the human race and London in particular in the wee hours of Christmas morning.

With that in mind, the Doctor wasn't sure if this could technically be called ‘dinner’, but it was something warm on the belly, and well deserved. Not just for the Doctor, but for Rosita and Jackson Lake and his small son, Frederic.

Once the boy had proper food in him after not being fed well in so long, he grew incredibly sleepy. Rosita offered to take him to bed, leaving the Doctor and Jackson alone at the table.

“You know, Doctor” Jackson spoke up gently. “Of all the fantastical things I saw in your life, there was something that has rather puzzled me.”

The Doctor arched an eyebrow quizzically at Jackson. Like he said, in over nine hundred years of the Time Lord traveling through time and space, it was interesting that a nineteenth-century man force-fed knowledge of the highlights of such a life would fixate on only one thing. “What’s that?”

Jackson gave a sheepish chuckle and turned his attention to the half-full cup of wine he still had left. “As you know, sir, I would dream about your life, the things you'd seen and the people you'd met. Oftentimes I would witness the horrors that you had, but once in a while, a blessed few of the lovely things you've seen and people you've known would shine through.” He glanced toward the Doctor, who could tell there was more but Jackson almost seemed embarrassed to bring it up.

“Lately, I'd begun to catch glimpses of something, or I think someone quite peculiar. Looked very much like any human woman might, only she seemed to stand about this high.” Jackson lifted one hand to hold horizontally above the table surface at just over four inches. 

Under the table, one of the Doctor’s hands clenched into a fist, but he let Jackson continue. 

“Now, I'd seen and understood that otherworldly creatures exist, things far more bizarre than this young lady. There was something about her, however, that gave me the impression that she was of this world.” Again, that bashful smile. “But that's quite silly, isn't it?”

“So silly,” the Doctor was quick to agree. “Impossible, even, at least on Earth. Maybe out there in the stars, but not here. Not on evolution's watch.”

Though the Time Lord forced an amused grin, he was in desperate deflection mode. He knew exactly who Jackson saw, and it was somebody he'd lost very recently. He tried to close out the pain and move forward but…

Out of anyone here, he knew Jackson might understand. He'd lived as the Doctor for a short while, and acted very bravely and selflessly in doing so. And right then, with all those fresh and painful feelings bubbling up at the reminder of who he'd lost, the Doctor wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth. To talk about one of the strongest people he knew, even if she might also be the smallest.

For all she'd been through, the emotional and physical torment she'd endured in her longer than average life, Zepheera wanted nothing more than to help others. She had more setbacks to deal with besides her four and a half inches in height by the time the Doctor met her. They became friends, and worked through it all with Donna’s help. Zepheera more than held her own when push came to shove. Even became a commanding yet comforting presence in friendly company, size be damned.

Now she and Donna were both gone. Donna forgot all about the Doctor after he wiped her mind, and Zepheera…

Earlier in the night, Jackson had inquired about his current lack of companionship. The Doctor had answered honestly, as much as he could with someone he'd just met and might not see again. He'd had Zepheera in mind when he vaguely mentioned, “Some of them, I've lost…”

That was as much as he dared talk about her, though, especially with this particular line of questioning from Jackson. Because it wasn't just about Zepheera at that point.

She was a borrower. A member of a species of humanoid beings that existed in miniature, most living under five inches in height. They survived by living in secret from the much larger human beings, hiding amongst them and surviving on what little they could scavenge. Most often, this came in the form of sneaking into human dwellings through the walls and under the floors and nicking small things that they found useful, stealing tiny amounts of food and supplies to get by. Things that wouldn't be missed or were easily replaced.

Only they evidently decided that ‘stealing’ was a rather harsh word, and so dubbed the practice as borrowing.

Remaining a secret from humanity was vital to their survival. If humans were to catch on, some might see the smaller folk as a nuisance or vermin leeching off of them, treat them as oddities to be studied or kept on display, or even as pets. The Doctor was unfortunately aware that this would eventually be the case centuries from now, as Zepheera had lived through some of those worst case scenarios. He'd be damned if he potentially brought that about even earlier by talking openly about borrowers, even just to gush about the one he knew and loved as a friend.

Even to someone he trusted, like Jackson.

The Doctor gave a shrug to try and wave the whole thing off as politely as he was capable of doing. “Best guess, your fugue state worked with your subconscious to make up something fantastical. Maybe to balance out the bad dreams, give you something whimsical to think about when you woke up.”

“...Yes. That must be right,” said Jackson at length after studying the Doctor for a moment. He shook his head and took up his cup of wine, holding it up between himself and the Doctor. “A toast, then,” he offered, “to those we've loved and lost.”

The Doctor blinked at him, but recovered by holding his own barely touched cup in a similar manner. It was an odd feeling, probably brought on by the way Jackson had been so convinced that he and the Doctor were one and the same, but he had a way of seeing through the Time Lord’s attempt to deflect from the topic. And he accepted it anyway, because he knew there was a reason.

“In their memory,” added the Doctor.

Jackson nodded, letting his cup clink against the Doctor's. “May they live on in our hearts.”

They toasted solemnly, both ending up with a small smile as they set down their drinks.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was Christmas. Maybe it was the simple bond the two men felt as they pondered their respective losses. 

Jackson's wife, Caroline, killed by the Cybermen… Zepheera, lost to time… Though they couldn't be recovered, the two men were of one mind about one thing.

Somehow, the worst was the furthest from their minds in that moment, and all they could think about were the good times. Laughter and thrill and joy and honesty. Gratitude that, though it was now over, all that time was theirs to keep close and hold tight.

The memories brought Jackson and the Doctor a good deal of comfort as their feast came to an end, and for a long while after their ways parted.

[thenightling]

Now that Epic Universe's Dark Universe is doing well (even though the park is still in preview mode) certain rival companies and some independent folk (i.e. Alice Cooper) may want to do some horror parks or horror expansions of their won. So here's my rough, easy guide of public domain horror characters you can use.

Note: before we begin, any character from before 1920, such as Victorian literature, or mythology are in the public domain. Universal only owns their specific depictions of these characters.

When Sony was making Hotel Transylvania, Universal sent them a list of character traits in regard to Dracula that they claimed they owned because they were specific to their own depictions of Dracula but these traits are easy to argue and have been in versions not owned by Universe (i.e. widows peak hairline and red lined black cape).

Now for the list of horror characters that anyone can use:

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Dracula - Novel is in the public domain. So long as he doesn't match Universal's specific depiction.

Dracula's brides

Mina - as a vampire or mortal.

Renfield - Dracula's mad, bug eating henchman. All characters from the Dracula novel are in the public domain.

The Frankenstein Monster - Novel is in the public domain. Literary version, or vaguely like the Universal version. A new character design (no flat head, green skin, or neck electrodes / bolts might be best). Intelligent and articulate versions of The Creature (such as in the novel) are refreshing.

A possible Frankenstein monster mate - The mate was unfinished in the novel but if you make a version that does not look like the Universal studios version you should be fine. All charactes from the Frankenstein novel are in the public domain.

The Invisible Man - Novel is in the public doman.

The Phantom of the Opera - So long as he doesn't look like the version from the Universal movie or the Broadway musical he's in the public domain. So just give him some unique traits, i.e. a newly designed mask. The silent film may be in the public domain but it's iffy because of later depictions from Universal.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - The novel The Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is in the public domain.

The Mummy - Any version of a walking / revived / sentient mummy so long as he isn't using a name owned by Universal. Real Egyptian pharaoh names are usable.

The Mummy from The Mummy! or A Tale of the Twenty-second century. An 1827 novel written by Jane C. Loudon.

The Mummy from Lot No. 249 by Sr. Arthur Conan Doyle.

Carmilla - Lesbian literary vampire character who can turn into a grey cat, created roughly twenty-five-years before Draula.

Varney The vampire - Penny Dreadful character.

Lord Ruthven - Created around the same time as Frankenstein, he's one of the first pop culture vampires.

Generic vampires - Pretty much most vampires are in the public domain so long as they're not owned by recent authors like Anne Rice. Everything from the works of Edgar Allan Poe

Dr. Moreau and his human-animal mutant creatures from The Island of Dr. Moreau.

Sir Simon de Canterville - The Canterville Ghost. A melodramatic ghost from Oscar Wilde's The Canterville Ghost novella.

Dorian Gray - An immortal whose sins and true age are reflected in a cursed painting. He cannot die unless you destroy the painting. The Hunchback of NotreDame The man who laughs

Jacob Marley - The doomed ghost who warns Scrooge of what he's to encounter in Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Hamlet's Father - Ghost of the murdered king from Hamlet.

The Weird Sisters - The three Witches from MacBeth.

The Headless Horseman - Character from Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. Headless Horsemen also turn up in Irish folklore known as Dullahan.

The Banshee - Faery lady made from the soul of a deceased woman whose wail warns of an impending death.

King Lycaon of Arcadia - From Greek mythology, the first known werewolf. Cursed by Zeus for serving human flesh at a feast, he became the first werewolf and spread his condition to others. Only his eyes remained human, and while in wolf form he had human eyes so he would never truly be of one world or the other. From him we get the terms Lycanthrope and Lycanthropy, as well as the modern Lycan.

Wolf of God - A self-claimed werewolf from actual history who claimed he was a werewolf in the service of God to prey only on evil-doers.

The Loup-Garou (French for werewolf) or Rougarou - The werewolf that is supposed to haunt the Louisiana Bayou. (French-American / Cajun folklore / cryptid)

The Wulver - Scottish werewolf that is said to be harmless, mostly just roaming around and leaving fresh fish on the windowsills of poor folk who can't afford food. He will also lead lost travelers to safety.

The werewolf-wife - An old French legend from the Auvergne where a farmer was attacked by a werewolf while traveling at night, and he severed its paw. When he got home he found his wife bandaging a stump where her hand should be. And when he checked the paw of the werewolf that attacked him he found it was his wife's hand, still wearing the wedding ring.

Generic werewolves - Any variation of a werewolf is in the public domain except, specifically, the one named Larry (or Lawrence) Talbot. That is the version specifically owned by Universal studios.

Wicked Witch of the West - From the Oz books. She's in the public domain so long as you avoid specific references to the 1939 movie or Wicked. i.e. Don't call her Elphaba.

Mephistopheles AKA Mephisto - The demon from the Faust legend. Though Marvel uses him, he is in the public domain. HIs first appearance is in the old German legend of Faust.

Faust - Sorcerer who sold his soul for the ultimate life experience. Originally from German folklore (and might be based on the historic Doktor Johannus George Faustus) he has been the protagonist of depictions by Christopher Marlowe and Goethe's two part version (which is the national play of Germany).

The Boogey Man - The Boogey Man is a public domain creature of folklore. The version that is a sack of insects in Tim Burton's The Nightmare before Christmas is a version not in the public domain.

Baba Yaga - Witch from traditional European folklore. She can be good or evil and has a hut perched on giant chicken legs. She lives in the wilderness and may be haunting Germany's Black Forest region, Romania, or Russia.

The blind (or poor sighted) witch - The villain from the Hansel and Gretal story.

Gothel - The witch from the Rapunzel story. Just don't have her look like the version from Tangled and don't give her a magical flower and you should be fine.

The Sea Witch from The Little Mermaid. So long as she's not named Ursula and not half-Octopus you can design your own version.

The Kraken - Giant Squid.

Mothman - Folklore / Cryptid. (Actually all monsters are technically cryptids.)

Bigfoot - Folklore / Cryptid.

Jersey Devil - American folklore / Cryptid

The Evil Queen from Snow White so long as she doesn't look like the version in the Disney film.

The Snow Queen - Character from Hans Christian Andersen.

Phobetor - In Roman mythology he's the nightmare inducing brother of Morpheus (Shaper) and Phantasmos (Fantasy). Phobetor also goes by the name Icelos by friends or family. He is the king of Nightmares. Essentially the public domain version of Nightmare (from Marvel comics). Medusa

All Gods or Goddesses or personifications of Death from Greek, Roman, Druidic, or Nordic mythology are in the public domain and usable.

Krampus - The Christmas demon who threatens mildly naughty children and scares them into behaving and abducts the truly evil ones. No one knows for sure what he does with them.

Stingy Jack - The folkloric ghost that inspired the legend of why we carve Jack o' lanterns. Might just be called Jack or Jack o Lantern or jack of the Lantern. Similarly an anthropomorphic personification is fine. Both The Real Ghostbusters animated series and the movie Trick 'r Treat named a version Sam after the Gaelic word Samhain (original name for the time of year we call Halloween).

The Skinwalker - First Nations / Navajo

The Windigo - American First Nations There are many more but these are just examples of what you can legally use without having to get permission.

[caffeineyum]

Bad Dream

The night was deep and quiet on Reach, except for the not-so-stealthy shuffling of pajama-clad feet outside John and Linda's quarters. The soft whoosh of the sliding door was almost drowned out by the hum of the base's sleep-mode operations.

John, whose usual sharp awareness was dulled by the first decent sleep he'd had in weeks, cracked open an eye. The dim blue light from the clock cast ghostly shadows across the room, making the trio at the door look like specters from some kid’s ghost story.

"Hey," John mumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep, "What's up, team?"Kat stood there, awkward in a way that only a teenager trying to appear unbothered can manage, her prosthetic arm catching the light as she crossed her arms defensively. Beside her, Rosenda clutched a raggedy tiger plushie like a lifeline, while Emile—his expression more sulky than scary in his skull-print pajama bottoms—seemed to be wrestling with the indignity of being seen in such a state.

"Um, sir... ma'am..." Kat's usually crisp officer cadence was replaced by the hesitant tones of a kid caught sneaking cookies. "We had nightmares. All of us. Kinda didn't want to be alone."

Linda, ever the mom of the group even when half asleep, patted the bed beside her. "C’mon then. There’s room for everyone."

Rosenda needed no second invitation, scampering over with her plushie in tow and hopping onto the bed with all the grace of a happy puppy. Emile followed at a more dignified pace, though the quickness of his movements betrayed his eagerness. Kat lingered by the door just a moment longer before giving in and joining, though she chose the foot of the bed like a wary cat deciding this lap might be acceptable.

John shuffled over to make room, the bed now a mosaic of Spartans and one brave stuffed tiger. "So, what were these nightmares about? Covenant back for a rematch in your dreams?"

"It's always Reach falling," Kat muttered, picking at a loose thread on her pajama sleeve. "Like a broken record. Can't turn it off."

Rosenda nodded vigorously, her words tumbling out in a sleepy slur. "And the monsters are so big, like, bigger than big. And so many teeth!"

Emile, ever the tough guy, added with a scowl, "They just keep coming. Waves and waves. And I shoot, but my gun's shooting marshmallows or something stupid like that."

Linda reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Rosenda's ear, her voice soothing. "Dreams can do that, make you feel helpless. But it’s just your brain being a drama queen. It’s all quiet on the real front."

"Yeah, and hey, look at it this way," John chimed in, adopting a mock-serious tone, "if your gun ever really shoots marshmallows, I'll make sure you get a refillable chocolate syrup scope to go with it. Turn it into a snack attack."

That got a giggle out of Rosenda and even a reluctant smirk from Emile. Kat rolled her eyes but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards.

The room settled into a comfortable quiet, filled with the soft, steady breathing of family—not bound by blood but by battles, shared dreams, and now shared nightmares. Outside, the stars were still, untroubled by the small dramas below, yet somehow serving as a silent reassurance that some things remained steadfast and true.

Awwww! This wonderful! Thank you for sharing with me!

[zkylearnstherope]

(Hey I’m the one who owns Gardner idk why I went into Anon mode :’3 but yeah I own Gardner)

*after they bet on Gardner leaving after being attacked by chosen they are surprised to see he didn’t get out they go in to see Chosen completely wrapped up by Gardner after a hour or 2 of fighting*

it was a little hard he is annoying with that fire >:T but I got him under control! And he is a dog he keeps growling!

oh! Agent :3 I did what you asked sir!…do you need me to do anything else or do I need to improve? and dark I manage to get him to! He did bite me - -‘ but I bit him back and my venom made him sleepy!

do you want me to leave this one wrapped up? Or no :3

Well done, newbie.

And from that day forwards, Chosen only gets to eat in a dog bowl.

As for Dark, I don't know yet. I can't decide on his status in this AU. But atleast he's an eepy boi now. Agent gives him double headpats.

Gardner became famous to the workers and they always greet him now. He still has no idea why though.

Ballista lost the bet, so he's angry at Gardner. He might challenge him to a sparring match soon.

[meltedbuttersblog]

goofy nicknames for twst cast :D

i originally sent these to @duskymrel but she said i should post these so here we are

heartslabyul

riddle: riddler, mr. president

trey: reddit nice guy (me), bread boy, oyster sauce fiend, peeta

cater: caycay the craycray, mr. chronically online, vil's aborted son /j

ace: little shit, asshat, acehole

deuce: big shit, double trouble, double bubble toil and trouble, bonk, cauldron

savanaclaw

leona: lil kitty meow meow, princess, regina george, apex predator (mean girls reference, meant to go with the regina nickname), munchies (ruggie, see his "grammy doesn't need fancy" vignette), sir snores-a-lot

ruggie: buggie wuggie ruggie, snuggie as buggie in a ruggie, reggie

jack: big buff cheeto puff, furry, handcrusher (back to my anime origins 😨😔), beast mode

octavinelle

azul: daddy (rook), monopoly man, stonks

jade: shroomie, mr. premeditated murder

floyd: chiropractor, mr. non-premeditated murder, psychopathic adhd

scarabia

kalim: big dick baby, death's best friend

jamil: x-games mode, sheryll's mexican neighbor (he seasons his chicken) (maybe just a little too much...)

pomefiore

vil: regina, heather, germy wormy ( /affectionate, cuz he's german)

rook: titty croissants, theatre kid (derogatory), theatre kid /pos, fox

epel: peepaw, meemaw, chicken fried by the zac brown band, good lookin' by dixon dallas (I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT THIS SONG) (it's a very homosexual country song and it makes me crack up) (it used the word bussy)

ignihyde

idia: beta cuck, stinky boy (me: /j, /affectionate) (others: /srs, /derogatory)

(not including ortho cuz idk what to do for him 💀)

diasomnia

malleus: malicious malleus, gargling gargoyles (that would be a great catchphrase for him ngl), daddy (lilia but we don't talk about those many one or two times EVER.)

lilia: peepaw, serg (called serg once cuz he very sternly gave an order to player or smth and was like "if you're going to give me a military title, it best be general."), daddy (mal, but this time we do talk about it)

sebek: croc shoe, speaker, iida kinnie (player) (sebs has no idea what they're talking about 💀), sergeant

silver: sleepy, lil guy, kiddo (lilia), narcoleptic (me)

[chesters-ocs]

Stone, checking Butcher's pulse before whipping around the face the driver: How heavy of a dose did you give him?

He would cry at seeing his husband and son again but he is in doctor mode right now. He will be carrying Butcher inside and then goes to carry Charlie if he's too sleepy to walk himself.

RIP to the driver who is getting the glare of a lifetime thrown his way.

the driver: uh, i was not the one who... Butcher was given to me like this already. i do not know, sir.

maybe every few towns over they switched drivers and cars, to keep people off their trail, so whoever was the one who got fed up with butcher's paranoia spikes is long gone by now.

charlie is probably also too incoherent and sleepy to be of any use. not like he was really paying attention in the first place.

so,,, now theres a mystery drug in butchers system in a mystery amount. yay! how fun.

imagining he wakes up sometime in the middle of the night.... and, well, wake up is a generous way to call it, with the way he shoots right up in bed or on the couch or wherever stone put him for safe keeping

[thebadchoicemachine]

YES. Tall dark and brooding is a whole genre of thirst in Quarry, and strange traveler just ticks the box even higher. I was also thinking of something more like a fling or background thing.

I think while Rue is getting some action, Drake and Bill should hang out in the back of the party.

Bill is, as what I like to think the connoisseur of the Prowtet, extremely awkward as he tries to hide his opinions on their alcoholic beverages. He finally—humorously and politely—tells the truth when Drake asks him directly.

Something happens about manners (it’s rude to bring your own food but Bill’s like why don’t I make this a culture exchange, a sign peace across dimensions.) And Bill pulls out a flask from his pocket, pouring himself and Drake a drink.

Drake is hesitant. Mostly because this impromptu drink is exactly the way you’d poison someone in Quarry. Bill, not understanding the subtext of any of this, makes a joke about how he’s sharing the good stuff and it’s customary to take the drink when a bartender gives it to you on the house.

Drake goes into Knight Mode and is like “shit I gotta be Knightly, especially for Sap’s friends” so he grips the cup like it’s a bestowed sword. Bill notices this Intense Stare and backs off like “whoah, if you don’t wanna you don’t gots to. No skin off my back.”

Drake—not much of a drinker even of Quarrian alcohol—just goes “No. it is customary. It is… tradition, yes?” And Bill says “well, yeah—“ and Drake has already downed the glass.

Drake is stoic for approximately 1/2 a second before coughing. Then coughing harder. He’s like falling off his chair gripping the table for stability, slurring his words.

Bill: wow you got drunk FAST

Drake, wheezing: no… no I have been under alcohol’s trance before… this… is… a powerful spell *falls onto his back the floor, absolutely SMASHED.*

Saphonite notices what’s going on and runs over: Oh no, Sir Drake did you drink the Prowian Liq—

Drake, raising his arms in triumph: I DRANK THE ELIXIR!!

[other stuff happens]

Drake, being propped up by Saphonite and Cue, grabbing each of their faces periodically, turns to an apologetic Bill: “Merry be the Muse, your people must be HARD to poison.”

Bill: “oh, uh, maybe? We don’t really use poison that much. If you want someone bumped off y’send your people—or, if you’ve any respect, go yourself and… *mimics shooting Drake in the head*”

Drake yanks himself away from Sap and Cue to fall toward Bill, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Your culture… ffffacsinates me. Rampant deceit but so very few sssecrets. And it’s true you have no deities to guide you?”

bill talks about how for the most part no. No gods ever appear to them in any tangible or definitive way, although some people believe there’s something vague out there looking out for them. (Karl walks by with a slice of cake and says something like “gods? Oh yeah, no, there is no God in Prowa) and bill shrugs like that settles that.

((I think those words make sense idk if they’re chohereant all together but I am. Sleepy. Good night CK :))

Imagine Rue, while in Quarry, covers a girl (random demon in the street, maybe a castle hand) from debris during an explosion or fight.

And Rue, no idea how awesome she looks, says something like “Sorry, darling. But you all seem to be so fragile here.”

And the girl lets out an ugly, awkward WHOAAAH with her face BRIGHT RED and Rue unknowingly runs back into action.

(Just thinking about how hard lesbians would love Rue if this was a tv show or something)

Oh my god! Yesss!!!! (I honestly forgot that we made Rue a girl, lol)

Rue in her Prowa Dress Shirt + Flexible Slacks combo is attractive as hell, and her horns are all curved in a very unique way compared to other horn shapes in Quarry.

In Prowa, the "I don't care for drinking and partying, i only care about addressing threats" attitude is considered off-putting in the romance department, even if it'sher job to be security.

In Quarry? That's romantic as hell. She is the suave and romantic one in Quarry. And she has no idea! She's just going around, wondering why all these lady lava demons keep staring at her but running off without saying anything. Nothing ever comes from it but if makes her uneasy.

It's probably not until the Prowa trio (or quartet, if Kid is there too) attends a Quarry party with "hard alcohol" by Quarry standards. One of the ladies there actually approaches Rue and goes "hey. Hey you're hot. Like in a pretty way. Do you like girls? I like girls. Pretty horned girls."

Also, bonus points if this is like, one of the head knights for the other two kingdom's, kinda leaning towards head kingdom. Doesn't have to be, but the thought of two different head knights falling for Prowa members is very cute and funny to me. Maybe just a fling instead of a full romance? Idk, I just want Rue to be very confused as she is told that her main principle that made socializing and romance difficult in Prowa makes her considered like a Casanova in Quarry.

[atrirose]

##. enhypen giving you butterfly 🦋

fluff // no warning // established relationship // all members

##.HEESEUNG : randomly looks in your eyes and starts singing your favorite song or runs his hands through your hair while you lay down and starts singing because he damn well know you love his voice. You thought thats all huh but no he also knows you can't resist him so when you are mad he pulls your chair or pulls you towards him,, just being close to him gives butterflies but he does that because he is smug af.

##.JAY : always walks beside you but as soon as he sees a door manz races ahead to hold it open for you, pulls the chair for you to sit first. Why because he is the most respectful person every, 100% a prince everyone desires. We all know he loves cleaning but he is also very worried abt you getting ill so he wipes cleans your chopsticks and spoons etc before you start eating

##.JAKE : makes sure you eat like nah if the time to eat luch is at 2pm he will FaceTime yo ass to make sure you eat, god save you when he finds you skipping your lunch lmao. You don't need to trust me but he turns full on dad mode. Also he calls you my girl with bolds infront of others or randomly to you, the most cruel thing is that he does this without knowing you get butterflies so he proceeds to ask why your ears and face is red. Uhm maybe because you are too hot sir.

##.SUNGHOON : wipes your face while you eat and get food on your lips with his fingers, continues to lick food off his finger without knowing how hot he just looked, makes your heart go wild i swear. Wake up calls everyday, this pretty man wakes up and first thing in the morning calls you to wake you up with his sleepy voice (hot af) or on lucky days he FaceTime so you get to see his bed messy hair and eyes that are barely open.

##.SUNOO : is actually very much wipped for you and its not a joke like this man is really a hopeless romantic, he is straight out of fairytale. he would look at you do your makeup with dreamy eyes and here your stomach is doing backfilp at how lovingly he is looking at you. he notices even the smallest things about, with him you don't have to gives hints like other boys he just knows anything that happens to you. Knows your favorite dress or jewelry or shades and compliments it on purpose.

##.JUNGWON : he does ageyo for you :) he out there making moves on his own s/o rn to make sure his place is secured. another one who pays attention to you, he knows your eating habits like you don't even need to order he knows your favorite with the right amount of everything. Though he doesn't like that you skip on some healthy things he still likes to spoil you sometimes. leader making to many moves. Randomly asks you when yall getting married 🦋🦋🦋 already planned the theme of the wedding and baby names.

##.NIKI : he is tall af so when you talk he leans down like "sorry can you repeat" or when he gets behind you and hugs you rarely or gets the things you want from the top shelf even though he put the things high to see you struggle and call him for help. Also when he laughs at you bad jokes no matter how lame💥 💳 💥 💳 💥 💳 sweet manz got you wrapped around his fingers and it shows on your face.